Yes, I know that it has been a few years since I last posted. I was busy. I hope, however, that this new story makes up for the delay. It is in a new category for me, gay male instead of gay female like two of my previous submissions.
Enjoy!
Debbie, er, sexyR2...
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Today...
When the somewhat urgent knocking came to the door, Debbie knew in an instant who that it had to be, Candi had been trained to not dare enter their apartment without permission. Displaying less excitement and desire to see the latest result of her experiment than she actually felt, she casually rose from the table, where she had been perusing the new website, took one last dram of coffee, the better to prepare her for the drama that she knew was coming, and with measured patience casually paced over to the door. Just as she reached for the lock, a second round of knocking, even more urgent and louder than the first interrupted her, although she expected as much.
Through the door, "DEBBIE, PLEASE!"
She was enjoying the calm before the storm for one last moment, thence...
...lock un-click,...
...door knob turn,...
...door open.
She was greeted by the sight of a naked man, no, not the correct word, boy, no, not that either, 'boi', dried cum caked his disheveled shoulder length dishwater blonde hair and piebald splotched his face and chest, down to his hormone grown titties, smeared remnants of pink lip-stick which had previously graced his full pouty lips were present on his chin and cheeks, tears and ruined eye-liner streamed down his effeminate yet currently horribly contorted face. What a shame, Deb felt, her experiment has such a pretty face normally. Maybe she could lighten the situation a little. Hence, Deb smiled sweetly at the 'boi' that stood at her apartment entrance.
"WHY!"
Debbie stood in the doorway, not granting the implied and imploring entreatment for entrance into her apartment and out of his predicament, not yet anyway, letting the predicament build in the mind of the young 'boi'. A thought occurred to her. 'HIS predicament', 'HIS mind', no not a 'HIS', not anymore, not after yesterday and last night, nope, not anymore and never again, for sure.
She scanned the sight in front of her up and down. Dried cum didn't just end with his (there is that 'his' word again, maybe 'her') sissy titties, but rather continued down heaving ribs, across smooth flat toned yet unmuscular stomach, over shaved bald pubes and chemically dysfunctional 'boi clitty', and obviously down sexy sleek smooth tanned inner thighs.
Deb tilted her head slightly, which facilitated her gaze down to the parking lot, one floor below. Along with the somewhat bemused stares of a couple stripper club works coming home from a night shift 'at the office', the apartment complex was adjacent to the local red-light part of town after all, she saw Evan wave out his car window at her as he started to drive off.
Evan! Well, Candi (yes, that was Debbie's name for her experiment) would certainly have enjoyed being used one last time this morning by a stud-muffin hunk like Evan!
The smile returned to Deb's lips as she returned to looking back at Candi. "So, what has your panties all in a wad this morning, sweetie?"
"HOW COULD YOU! WHY! WHY!"
Debbie momentarily closed her eyes in frustration, sighed a deep sigh, thence stared deeply into Candi's eyes, and then "calm yourself down, girlfriend! Take a few deep soothing breadths before you say another thing. You will feel better and think clearer. Okay, lover girl?"
The words 'girlfriend' and 'lover girl', a calculated dig by Debbie, almost send Candi off into another screaming jag, however Candi caught herself and did as she was told. Slower, softer, "W-Why? Why did you DO this to me? Why did you let this happen to me?"
Deb was momentarily concerned that Candi was asking about the whole feminization experiment, now so close to a conclusion: the lingerie; the regular lower body shaving; the cross dressing; the make-up; the long months of training; the hormone shots; and so much other as well. If Candi was asking about that, Deb was going to change the subject, not wanting to lose the results just at the finish line. Recovering, she took control of the situation. "You mean yesterday, last night, all of that, right?"
Candi's calmness made her (yeah, 'her' is now the correct word for Candi, Debbie concluded) predicament come into more focus. She was naked, outside, exposed for all who cared to look, and she had been making a screaming crying spectacle of herself and her obviously violated body. Candi dropped her head, slowly, meekly, "yes, OFCOURSE I mean the pool party, with all those men..." And with more of a moan that actual words, "...and you left me there alone, and with THEM..."
"Did you enjoy it? Did you have fun?"
Candi looked up, imploring, "They took turns fucking me, fucking my ass!"
"But, did you ENJOY it?"
"They made me suck there big cocks!"
Debbie took note of Candi's use of the word "big" in front of "cocks", and tried to hide a knowing smile, "But, did you ENJOY it?"
"...one after another, after another, making me suck from one to another and back again, stroking the cocks on either side..."
"Candi, did you enjoy it?"
Head down again, almost a whisper, "...making me swallow their salty loads..."
Debbie decided to remain quiet for the time being, to let the 'tail' "tell the tale", as it were.