Stage eight of my journey to becoming Joann
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After returning home from dropping Mom and Dave off at the airport, I immediately jumped in the bathtub and took a long bubble bath. While I was in the bathtub, I shaved the stubble that was starting to form from days of neglect. When I finished my bath, I rubbed most of my body with a good lotion to restore its smoothness, followed by a badly needed pair of sexy red lace bikini panties with a matching bra. I pushed a pair of “B” cup self-adhesive breast forms into the bra. They are quick and easy to use around the house. Finally, I put on a pair of black tight stretch shorts and a light white blouse with elastic in the sleeves and stomach. It left a few inches of my mid-drift showing. As I was looking at myself in the mirror, I noticed a small, but noticeable, bump in my short pants. I reached into my panties, pushing and tucking to no avail. I could not completely eliminate the small bump. This was unacceptable.I went downstairs to the office and started browsing the internet, where I found a site for cross-dressers. There they had some “gaffs” that they claim hide an unwanted bump. They came in a thong and bikini style, so I ordered one of each. I spent the rest of the day returning Joann’s clothes to my bedroom drawers, hanging my douche bag back up on the bathroom door, and getting my make-up back in the bathroom vanity. As I was finishing up, I heard the front door and a yell, “We’re home.” It was Michelle and Sis. When I went downstairs, Michelle said, “It’s good to have you back, again, Joann.” She gave me a big hug and a little kiss on the lips along with a pretty good squeeze on my backside.I asked her how noticeable the bulge in my shorts was. She tried to assure me that it wasn’t that bad. This only made me more self-conscious. I was not going to be able to wear some of my shorts outside until I tried a gaff. Michelle suggested we have a girl’s night tonight. We took turns shaving, waxing, polishing nails and other women things on each other. I needed the help with some of the hard to get places and appreciated it. Sis helped me dye my hair back to a lighter brown and style it to a more feminine look.About a week later, the gaffs came in the mail. I tried them on right away with my tight shorts. While they helped, I still did not like how I looked in the shorts. After some thought and research, I got my short panty girdle that I used last year with my tight jeans. I cut the top of the cotton liner inside on the front. Then I rolled a strip I tore from an old pair of panties around a small wire. I inserted it under the liner and hand sewed it in place after bending the ends slightly downward. When I was done, I put the girdle on followed by the shorts. They looked great. I had that bone where the bottom of a women’s abdomen suddenly drops between her legs at the top of her pussy. The tighter I pulled up the shorts, the better it looked. I had to leave the shorts on the rest of the day. When Michelle and Sis came home, they couldn’t believe how hot I looked in my shorts. They had to take turns rubbing their hands between my legs. I finally had the confidence to wear my summer shorts out of the house.The next challenge became concealing my breast forms when wearing a bikini top and some of my more open blouses. Sis helped me with this by using tanning lotion or liquid make-up to cover the transition area. However, I couldn’t go in the water with a bikini top, which wasn’t a big problem. The warmer weather opened up all new opportunities for dressing in sexier clothes with more skin showing. However, it required a measure of caution beyond my winter wear.I spent an hour on Sunday, getting my things together for my first soccer practice the next day. I was so excited to play soccer again, while meeting transgendered teammates. But, I was also nervous, so I wanted to make sure I was fully prepared. I started laying out things to wear and put in my bag. I went into Ankara escort my closet and found my normal soccer shorts and shirt. I fished through my bras for the most full coverage one I had. There was one of my first bras that was small and tight with a “B” cup that was perfect. It would contain my broad base “C” cup breast forms allowing me to run without them coming loose. Next, I looked through my panty drawer for a full coverage panty with tight elastic to contain my privates without compressing them to prevent any pain when running. I packed my newly created gaff girdle, tight shorts, half blouse, and a sexier bra for after practice. Finally, I packed a towel, in case there were showers available, along with body wash, deodorant, perfume, and hair product.Monday dragged as I couldn’t wait to finish my work and get ready for practice. I started applying the adhesive to my breast forms and putting them on at 4:00, so I was ready to leave at 5:00. My GPS indicated it was forty-five minutes to the soccer complex and I didn’t want to take any chances being late for the 6:00 start. My heart was beating like crazy as I put on my make-up, did my hair in a ponytail, and grabbed my bag heading for the car. I didn’t even think about the fact that I was stepping outside in broad daylight as Joann where the neighbors could possibly see me.When I arrived, I could see why this complex was selected. It was at the backend of a commercial office park surrounded by woods. There was one outside field and an indoor one. As I parked, there were a few others getting out of their car. One of them came over to me and introduced herself as Chrissy. I couldn’t tell she wasn’t a real female. She explained that she had breast implants and was on a hormone regiment. As I grabbed my bag, she took my hand and said, “Let me show you around and introduce you to the team. You really look good.”I answered, “Thank you, you’re beautiful. You look so natural.”She responded, “I think the implants made a big difference. Would you like to feel them?” I couldn’t resist. Since we were near the entrance to the building and there was no one in sight, I dropped my bag and felt her up with both of my hands. I was so jealous. They felt great and I could see she was enjoying my hands on them. She gave me a little kiss on the lips.We continued into the building. There was a lobby with doors into the inside arena, an office on the right side, and a hallway next to the office. Chrissy walked me to the doors so we could peek in the window at the inside arena. It was quite large, but I think smaller than an actual soccer field. Then we walked over to the hallway. It ran down the one side of the building. There was a men’s locker room, followed by a women’s locker room, on the left side and a door at the end of the hallway exiting to the outside soccer field.There were four “gurls” in the women’s locker room as we entered. Chrissy announced to them, “Hey everyone, this is Joann. Today is her first day with us.” She introduced me to each one. They were all friendly and welcomed me to the team. While I could identify two of them as males, the other two were similar to Chrissy. The locker room had two entrances, the one to the hallway, the other to the indoor arena. There was a shower room and a bathroom attached to the locker room. The showers were partitioned for privacy from each other with an individual bench area for changing. Chrissy pointed out a locker as she said, “Take this one, it’s next to mine. Put your bag away; we can go out and warm up for practice. It’s still early.”We went out to the field and started stretching. We were the only ones out there. Chrissy said we would have practices every Monday until September when we would start playing against the other three teams. There were eighteen gurls on our team, including me, with most of them showing up for practices regularly. Balgat escort bayan She said there were usually five to ten spectators for practices and twenty to thirty at the games. Some were friends of the players; a few were trolling. After stretching, we started jogging around the field as others began to come out.At 6:00, the coach came out and blew her whistle to get everyone together. She introduced me to everyone on the team before asking what position I normally play. She said her name was June and I would never suspect she was a tranny if Chrissy had not told me a few minutes ago. We spent the next two hours passing up and down the field. During the practice, I noticed there were a half dozen guys on the sidelines watching us.When we went back to the locker room, most of the players took their clothes to the private showers to change. I did the same. I set my bag on the bench, undressed, showered, and then put on the clothes I brought with me. There was a full-length mirror on the wall opposite the bench with a shelf and hooks next to it. I was able to comb out my hair, put on my make-up, and dress in the shower area before returning to the locker room. There were still eight or nine players left in the locker room, including Chrissy. She took one look at me and said, “Are you sure you don’t have a pussy under those shorts?” A few of the others looked down at my shorts and smiled.I asked, “Do I look okay?”Chrissy answered, “You look more than okay, you look fantastic. Could I feel between your legs? I let you feel my tits earlier.”I was both embarrassed and excited. I was surprised she asked while there were others still in the locker room. I was even more surprised when I replied, “Okay.” She reached down and rubbed my pussy, sending shivers up and down my spine. Two of the others walked over and asked if they could feel me, also. Again, I said, “Okay,” as they proceeded to rub my pussy continuing the goosebumps started by Chrissy.One of them commented, “They’re going to love you out front in the review line.”I looked at them with a puzzled facial expression. Chrissy explained that some of the spectators during practice would usually hang out in the front of the building trolling for trannies. Chrissy and the other two gave me a little kiss on the lips as we prepared to leave. I was so glad I decided to sign up for this soccer team.Sure enough, as we exited the front door, there were four guys standing on the sidewalk. It seemed as if all four were looking at me. Chrissy softly whispered, “Showtime,” as she gave me one last little kiss before saying goodbye.One of the guys stepped forward and introduced himself, “Hi, I’m Donny. You must be new on the team. I haven’t seen you before.” He reached out his hand. I instinctively reached out my hand, expecting him to shake it. He took my hand, held it up, and kissed it. “Can I carry your bag to your car?”I was taken off guard by this sudden attention and once, again, surprised myself with my reply of: “Okay.” As he took my bag, the others realized they missed their chance and walked to their own cars. When we got to my car, Donny asked if I would like to stop for a drink. It seemed the only word I knew tonight was, “Okay.”“Great,” he replied. “Why don’t you follow me? I know a nice place less than ten minutes away.” I waited while he went to his car and pulled up in front of me, and then I followed behind him. He was right; it was almost ten minutes, to the second. It was a small bar overlooking a lake just off the main highway. We sat out on their deck and had a few drinks while we talked about ourselves. It was a beautiful night with almost a full moon. I commented on how nice the water looked with the reflection of the moon on it. He said there was a jogging path at the end of the parking lot that went down to the lake and asked if I wanted to check it out.I think it was the Escort Batıkent fifth time I answered, “Okay,” tonight. Donny paid the bill and we walked off the deck toward the end of the parking lot. The jogging path was paved with a few posts across the entrance to prevent someone from driving their car on it. It was only a few hundred feet through the wooded area where it turned along the shore of the lake. We walked along the lake for about ten minutes where there was a picnic table. Donny sat on the table with his feet on the attached bench, looking toward the lake. I stood in front of him looking at the lake, also.He reached out and pulled me back toward him as he moved further back on the table. I stepped up on the bench and sat on the table between his legs as he wrapped his arms around me from behind. He kissed me on the back of the neck, then the side, then my cheek. He whispered in my ear, “I can’t believe how hot you are.”I replied, “I bet you say that to all the girls.” He chuckled as he moved his hands from my mid-drift to the top of my bare legs where he began rubbing them. I was becoming excited and knew I wanted more. I opened my legs a little wondering how he would respond. His hands started drifting down between my legs. I could sense his confusion as he wasn’t feeling what he expected. I quietly asked, “You like?”He answered, “I like,” as he rubbed harder. After a few minutes, I stood up and turned around facing him. He slid off the table and stood facing me. He kissed me on my lips as he wrapped his arms around me. I pushed my tongue into his mouth. He reciprocated with his tongue. My tits were against his chest and my hands were on his waist pulling his pelvis against mine. I could feel his dick pushing against me. I couldn’t take any more. I pulled back a little and started unbuckling his belt. I unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down. Then I pulled his boxer shorts down to see his gorgeous dick pop out. He was bigger than Bob by an inch or two. I started pulling it a little when he put his hands on my shoulders. I knew what he wanted.I kneeled on my knees. He already had some precum dripping from the end of his dick. I licked it off with my tongue as he let out a little moan. I continued to lick around the head, tasting some more precum. It seemed to flow steadily as I licked. Then I started to move my head forward, pushing his dick into my mouth, until it was against the back of my throat. I took a deep breath, as I silently said: “ahhhh,” before forcing it into my throat. It was definitely longer than Bob’s. I could feel two or three inches of it in my throat. I moved it in and out a little feeling it in my throat before having to pull off to get some air. He grabbed my head with both of his hands.I pulled back further so I could lick the head, again. I couldn’t believe how much precum kept coming out of his slit. It was sweeter than Bob’s. As I started to take his shaft back into my mouth, he began to pull my head with his hands. Again, when he was against the back of my mouth, I opened my throat with a silent “ah” and began to take him into my throat. This must have driven him wild as he pulled my head with both hands driving his dick in as far as he could, followed by a half dozen thrusts as he fucked my throat until I started to gag from a lack of air. Using my hands, I pushed him completely out of my mouth leaving a string of my slobber between the tip of his dick and my lips.He immediately apologized for being so rough. I told him, “That’s okay; I can see I’m bringing out the man in you.”He responded, “A little more of that and you’ll bring out more than just the man.”I answered, “I hope so.” With that, I licked more of his precum off the tip before gulping his dick down my throat and letting him fuck it some more. This time he limited his thrusts to four or five. Then he withdrew it, so only the tip remained in my mouth. I skillfully used my tongue to massage his vein and around his helmet, finishing with some suction. We repeated this cycle several times as his moans grew longer each time. He was controlling me with his hands on my head. I could tell he was getting near his climax as he sped up and his groans became labored.
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