Almost a woman part 3

I swung my bike to make my way home. It was about 8 km to home, and my thoughts were there to sort out. My limbs became hard and I noticed that my limbs dripped a geilschleim. I moved restlessly on the bike saddle, which made me even more agitated. Although I was not really clear, whether I would have my limbs in a wet pussy or Poloch stuck, or something in my pole. I put on my pants during the ride and stroked my panty, it just felt great. When I arrived at home I greeted my booties briefly, then pulled back into my room.

My relationship with the boots has cooled down. They wanted to see me in her son, who looked muscular and masculine, which was not the case with me. Always thought I looked like a girl, and behaved like a little girl. But I did not care and when I was in my room, I pulled down my pants to examine myself in the mirror. I stroked the panty, I liked the fine fabric. I saw the wet spot where the glans of my limb was and stroked me. I looked around to my room and my eyes remained as magically hanging on the candle that stood on the table. I pulled myself to the panty, took the candle and laid me on the bed, pulled the blanket over me and made the candle wet with my spittle, then put it into my pole. I put it slowly in until it was inside, my limbs became harder and with one hand I began to jerk one of me, with the other I fucked with the candle into my pole. Because I kept Panty. It did not take long and I splashed. The geil juice went to bed and to my panty, because I then went off to lick him. So I lay for a while in the bed, suddenly struck me that the Kirstin was still coming to Nienburg.

I looked at the clock, it was 20:30, so I had some more time. I thought of Kirstin Busen and I would like to put my cock in her pussy, where I did not know where, at home I did not dare, what would my booties say if they would get it if I was with a 40 year old Woman come home with her to have sex with her. So I lay for a while with my eyes open, dreaming on my bed, until suddenly my stepmother came into my room and said, “Have you already eaten dinner, we are still going to the family of Wilhelms to play a round Canasta?” Yes “Elke,” I replied, I spoke to my booties with their first names, not exactly why, or probably because they were not my real parents, although I am grateful to them for taking me out of the orphanage But I did not want them to go to the Wilhelms, and I know when they go to the Canasta they come home only the first morning of the morning, and a short time later I heard the front door shut And then I pulled my panty, which was also a little bit brown and with a little brown, and then I pulled out my panty, which was also somewhat brown and with My sperm was smeared, which annoyed me. I washed the panty and then I took him as a washcloth to wash my genitals and pimples, and then wash them out. It had meanwhile become short after nine and I went to my room put the panty on the heater above a towel. Then I went to the wardrobe to get me some fresh underwear. When I just wanted to put on a slip, the thought came to me in the wardrobe of my stepmother to look. I went to her bedroom and opened her wardrobe. Unfortunately, there was no underwear from my pommel in it, as much my look on her chest. In the first there were handbags, in the second I was resourceful it was ample selection also on panty with lace etc. I pulled a string with lace and also a bra of her, then I pulled the bottom drawer, there were among others Pantyhose and pantyhose. The thought excited me so much and I took the stockings around my stomach. Fortunately, my stepmother was a petite person, I was almost as big as her. I was looking for the right stockings, and soon I found them. Sucked them and fastened them to the holders. Then I went over to the wardrobe. To put on a skirt and a blouse. Then I look at myself in the mirror, felt good in it, which disturbed me, was that I had no breasts and also gladly made something. I crimped 2 towels together and put them in my bra and looked again in the mirror. So I liked much better.
So I went over to my room to take off the blouse, skirt and bra. I kept on with nylon with a halter and a string. Then I quickly put on trousers and shirt. Then I scraped my jacket and quickly left the apartment. It had meanwhile just past 22 o’clock and ran with quick steps to the restaurant Sancho, which was only 2 streets from the apartment of my boots.

I came outside Puste and went in, my gaze wandering around, but I could not see Kerstin. Then the service came to me and asked me what I wanted, suddenly I saw Kerstin, she sat in the back of a niche. She had also recognized me and waved to me. I went past the waitstaff to Kirstin at the table and sat down with her.
I said something stuttering, “sorry I’m late.” “It’s half as bad as that, you’re here,” said Kirstin with a smile. We ordered something to drink and eat. “I like you, Herbert.” “Yes, and why?” I reply somewhat embarrassed.
“Probably because we have something in common, you must, I was not born as a girl, I used to be a man,” she replied. I looked at her with open mouth and said, “What? A man I do not believe.” “Yes, always wanted to be a woman, took hormones, the rest did an operation.” I looked at her, particularly intensely her bosom and then asked, “Where and how do I get such hormones?” “A doctor, but do not know if he will give you some, since you are not yet an adult, he should already have his consent to your education,” said Kirstin. A thousand thoughts passed through my head and then said, “I do not dare to say anything like that to my booties, and I can not imagine they give their consent.” “It’s up to you, you must be fully aware of it, so think it through again,” said Kirstin. The hormones have electrified me, and my decision was already fixed, but I said, “You hate right, you will think again.” She smiled at me and stroked my cheek. I felt my limbs become hard at their touch and said, “Do we want to go to me?” She stroked my thighs, excised over the place where the holder was held by the nylons, then went with her fingers on it and this went slowly up the garter, my limbs became harder and harder.

“What do you wear, that makes me really curious. When I come with you, what do your booties say?” “My boots are not at home, Canasta have gone play, and I know they’ll come home tomorrow morning,” I replied. “Oh, and what are you wearing and how do you get to it?” Asked Kerstin. I became a little red and said, whispering, “When I was at home, and I once again thought about our experience, I got so hot and I did it myself and also took a candle, and your panty was a bit dirty , It came over me and I sniffed something in the wardrobe of my stepmother and put some of it on, so I was a bit late. ” “Well, then, let’s see if it’s you, you say your boots are coming home tomorrow morning, are you sure?” “Yes,” I said only. She stroked my pants and said, “What are we waiting for, go out, will only quake quickly.” She stood up and went to the bar to pay for the service. I got up and went to the exit to wait for her.

Then we went out to the apartment of my boots. As I arrived I opened the apartment door with trembling fingers, so excited was I. When we were in the apartment and the apartment door closed, she took me in the arm and we kissed long where our tongues were playing together. Then we let each other off and I asked if she wanted to drink something she did not mean now, would first like to see you in ladies’ underwear. I went to my room, she came after me, pulled me quickly, then put on bra, skirt and blouse. Finally, I put the crumpled towels in the bra. She looked at me and said, “Just look sexy, do not have a little decent make-up, do you have rice in the house?” “Rice, I believe, and why?” I asked in astonishment. “Let yourself be surprised,” she said. I went into the kitchen and took the can with the rice from the kitchens. The rice can was full to the top. “Great, where your pussy has her stockings, she has also nylons,” she said. We went into the bedroom and I pulled up the drawer, looking for the nylons.

Shortly she found her and took out a couple, scooped the drawer and went in the kitchen to fill the socks with rice. When they were filled with rice, they knotted it and came up to me, took the towels out of the bra, then put the rice stuffed nylons. Then she stroked me over the bra, and a tingling went through my body. “Feels great about it,” I said. “I’d like you to put it into my bra.” As she said, she slipped her skirt to the floor and buttoned her blouse.

It is Wednesday morning, I was once again in Hamburg with a good friend. I arrived yesterday from Berlin, Marlies had picked me up from the airport, went for a meal and celebrated our reunion. Then we drove to her. Have exchanged a few affections and slept shortly afterwards. Both were too exhausted, and Marlies had to get up early this morning and go to work. She works in a coffee bar near Steindamm. So lay there with my eyes openly there at my limb and went through again, over my way so far. Had denied my teaching at that time and went to Hanover after my friend Kirstin. With her, I could talk openly about everything. She also gave me the tip because of my inclination and wish to go to the psychiatrist and talk openly about it. Take since then female hormones, and have a beautiful breast. I’ve always looked feminine. I did not want to operate, or not before.