“Tell me, what else do I need to know?” Should I worry about Sonya's words? Her kinks?

“Well, for one, there's more to know about sex… As a woman I really enjoyed blowing you. But I have another hole that's dying to be filled.”

Another hole? What's she talking about? Then it hit me. “You mean like… like anal sex?”

She giggled now. “You're quite smart indeed. But yes, until I finally get my own pussy, my ass is the closest I can get to experiencing a similar feeling of sex. Is that something you could handle? Your wonderful dick filling me up down there?”

God, this was all going very fast. I have never even experienced filling up a pussy, and now she expects me to fill up her ass? Could I do that? But, in a similar way as I had decided on giving the blow job, this seemed almost easier. “You may have to teach me how that exactly works, but yes, I think you need some good pleasure in your life, and if I can give that…” I let the rest of my sentence hang in the air.

“Well, that's just wonderful! Does that mean you can also satisfy my one other need?”

“Sure”, I said, a bit overconfident now, “I'd love to! What else can I help with?”

“Don't say yes too quickly. Remember how you said how I was your type? Red hair, nice shape, cute dress, and high heels? With a brain to go with that?”

I laughed now, she summarized it so well. “Oh yes. And I like your breasts also. What else?”

“Well. I figured by now that boys are not my thing. Neither are girls. I was hoping for someone more like me. Long hair, a nice pair of breasts. Cute dress and high heels. Sexy. But with a nice dick, like yours.”

I didn't know what to say. Just when I thought I could handle any of her problems, reality slapped me in the face. She wanted me to be a girl like her. With my dick still very much alive so I could fuck her ass, I'm sure. Hadn't she already said something before?

“When we were chatting online, and I sent you my picture… You said I had potential. I thought it meant that I could potentially be your boyfriend. But did you mean…”

“Right”, she interrupted me, “I'm sorry, but I pictured your face with a wig and some makeup, and I knew you'd be pretty like I wanted.”

It wasn't the first time someone thought of me as a girl. The bullies in my past had called me that many times, since I was underdeveloped as a boy. One had gone as far as calling me a cock sucker. At the time I didn't even know what it meant, but later I understood they saw me like some kind of sissy. And less than an hour ago I sucked a dick and enjoyed it. Was there a truth hidden there?

It was like she sensed my hesitation, and she said, “I'm not asking you to do anything irreversible. Just dressing as a girl while we're together, it would mean so much to me. I'd dress in anything you want as well, you know.”

“It's not that I don't want to do it, but I'm worried about being the laughing stock for everybody and I've been laughed at enough for a lifetime. There's just no way I could pass as a girl.”

She actually looked relieved when I said that. “Leave that part to me. You'll be surprised. Proud even, I promise.” And as she got up, she pulled some things from a drawer, and said, “Let's start right now!”

It was a set, very similar to the bra and panties she had on before. She gave me no chance to reconsider and started to pull the panties up my legs. The soft material sent a shiver up my skin, as it was the first time in my life I even touched a pair. And somehow it fit like a glove on me, and again I wondered if the bullies in my past somehow had it right.

Thank God the bra didn't fit at all, no matter how she messed with the straps. I'm not saying the material didn't feel nice, brushing my nipples, but I had nothing to fill the cups. That's when she pulled something from another drawer.

“Years ago”, she said, “when puberty started, thanks to the hormone regime I was on, I started growing breasts. But it was nothing like the other girls in my class. Theirs grew so fast, and I was really worried that it would draw attention to me. I begged my parents for some help, and they bought me a special medical set that must have cost them thousands. But it was the best thing ever, as it could fit over any size breast and add a cup size at least. Even years later, after my own breasts eventually had really come through, I sometimes used the extra layer to “impress”. The beauty of this set is that it will attach itself to the skin, without glue, but more like a vacuum suction to hold on. It's a bit tricky to get off, but it will stay on, even in the shower.”

As she spoke she filled the bra cups with some meat-like blobs, I have no better word for it, and suddenly I felt the weight, as I saw the material smooth out on top of my chest. And just like that I had breasts.

Before I could react, she pulled me back under the blanket, and freed her own breast from its cup, and she told me to suck it. How could I refuse?

It was another moment of awareness, this night, as I learned in mere seconds, how different breasts are from anything else in the female body. The firmness and softness of the breast, with that hot tip called a nipple, made the rest of her body shudder. Soon I was kneading with two hands while sucking like a baby from the nipple, going back and forth between both. And I don't care what anybody says, but I swear I could taste something leaking through her nipples.

It was very obvious that she knew every part of her body that could distract me and make me forget that I just got a pair of breasts myself. But it was just as clear that I had no defense against it, and it made me just want more of her. And when she whispered “Stay the night. Please!” I could feel myself start falling in love.

I had my hand on her breast and my head nestled in her armpit, when we fell asleep. When I woke up, her arm was wrapped over me with a hand on my breast. Not that I could feel it directly, but indirectly the warmth of her heated up the skin around my falsie and it was very satisfying. Maybe the night before I was worrying about her needing a girl, but now I was sort of looking forward to what else she had in store for me. I wasn't disappointed…

It started with taking a shower together, after she had lathered my whole body with some cream that didn't smell that good, to be honest. But when she sprayed the stuff from my body, any hair that I had before was gone. Like I said before, I didn't have much hair growth on my face or body, but there had been enough fuss under my armpit or in my crotch area to notice the difference with being completely hairless.

It was both awkward and thrilling to see that my breast forms stayed attached to me, and I enjoyed being soaped up by her slippery hands across every inch of my body. And I loved returning that simple favor to her.

She did explain how she once was sick and tired of being a redhead, but the raven black longhaired wig she had bought, simply did not suit her. But it was a perfect match for me. And with just a few strokes and dabs of makeup on my face, and I looked indeed more than a girl than like myself. I couldn't stop looking at myself in the mirror as I stammered, “how… how?”

Oh, more was possible, she said, like painting my lips, black in her opinion, and shaping my eyebrows in a more feminine look. But first she held a little black dress out for me. It was weird how easily it fit on me, but we were of similar size, maybe I was an inch taller or so. But I looked up at her, as she had put on a pair of heels, and offered me my own pair. It put us at exactly the same height, and I found out why she hadn't painted my lips yet.

The kiss was sweet and soft at first, but as her tongue worked itself between my lips it became more urgent as she probed the insides of my mouth. And I realized once again that she rewarded me with another dose of intimacy I had no clue existed.

Slowly I pushed my tongue by hers and finally after a friendly struggle it was in her mouth. I tasted her gums, the smoothness of her teeth, and the way our tongues suddenly twisted was a battle of love. Yes, I was quickly falling in love, as I put my hands behind her neck and kept our faces tight together. Her hands were roaming my body, and it felt good through the thin material of the dress. And I felt a hardness stirring in my crotch.

Nothing was said as she pulled me to the bed and fell backwards on it, as she spread her legs. She had pulled up her skirt and was not wearing anything under it. Her small dick was begging for attention, but she begged for something else. “Fuck me! Please!”

It was so simple suddenly. I never fucked someone in my life, but her gaping hole was glistening, and my hard-on lined up exactly with it after I lifted up my own skirt. It was just a matter of pushing in, and a new world opened up. This was not a hand, or a mouth. It was tight, yet muscles inside her were pulling me in deeper. I slowly pushed in, hearing her moan. Or was it my own? And as she was rocking her hips I finally bottomed out. My balls were massaged between our bodies as our dance intensified.

As I pushed her dress up even more I saw her beautiful breasts and I plunged my mouth over one, after freeing it from the bra cup. She came instantly and I felt a wetness between our bare bellies. But it didn't stop, as my own movements became more urgent. Her hands were on my breasts now, and I felt enough of it to double my arousal. I was a girl, fucking my girl, and as I came hard, I made her my woman. Her body shook hard as I filled her up with my seed, and I knew she came again, in a way that didn't include her one male piece.

I fell down on her, our breasts kissing, and I was unable to move. I could feel her hands on my back, softly stroking me. I had no energy left but I was already wondering when we could do it again.

Finally I managed to lift up my head, and with our faces so close, I whispered “I love you”. And at exactly the same time, the same words came from her mouth. This was absolutely wonderful, but as my face showed a lovely smile, her face turned sad, and I saw tears appearing in her eyes. “Sonya”, I said, “what's the matter?”

“I'm sorry”, she cried, “it's me. It's all my fault. I feel like I have manipulated you in this, changing you this way, without giving you a chance to contemplate. Each time I gave you a reward, so you wouldn't question things too much. And then I thought I was much more experienced than you, since I've had a few boyfriends. But I never had sex with them. With only one I gave a blow job, and he played with a dildo in my ass until I came from my dick. And that was enough for him to walk out on me.

And then you, I made sure neither of us were wearing panties when I offered my hole to you, making you think that's how it's done. You made me cum when you sucked my breast, but that was still my manhood talking. But somehow you knew better than me what to do, and when you came and lost your virginity, you took my virginity as well. Never before in my life did I come like a woman, and it was the most beautiful experience of my life! You truly treated me as the woman I thought I was already.

I'm sorry I made you do things that you'd never have done by yourself. But you gave me the most incredible gift in my life, and it made me realize that I love you. I know it's quick, but you were just incredible. I won't pressure you anymore to be anyone but yourself, I promise, if you stay with me…”

Multiple times during her speech I tried to protest, but I realized she needed to say it all. But now that she was done, I felt like I needed to correct her in a few of her statements.

“First of all, you're not some manipulative bitch, and I'm not a gullible dork. Remember, I contacted you first, and soon after we met, before you even found out that I wasn't very experienced. So, I find it hard to believe that you had a premeditated plan to use me somehow.

Having said that, I have enjoyed every second I spent with you thus far. Yes, I learned a lot of new things in a very short time, and yes, you pushed me where I needed a bit of pushing. But I believe there is magic between us, and I cherish that. But the biggest thing was you making me your girl, and as I realized how powerful that made me, I made you my woman in return.

Never in my life have I felt or been called powerful, but as your girl it was the most wonderful feeling. I want more of that! I fell in love the first time I saw your picture, and I want you to be mine. And I want to be what you need, so stop worrying about you forcing things on me. I want it as much as you.”

As I spoke, her face changed colors multiple times, and her expression changed from a scowl into a smile into a laugh full of love. She pulled my face to hers, and we kissed for a long time, reveling in the feeling of love that we were both feeling.

Finally she said, “If you're going to stay my girl, I can hardly call you Paul anymore. What's it gonna be? Paula?”

Oh, I was called that many times by my bullies, but no more. “Diana. I want to be known as Diana. Strong and powerful! That's what I feel right now, and that's how I want to be.”

Later, after we were showered again, she taught me some of the tricks with makeup, and my style became a dark color, outlined with black, and she called it goth, which went well with my long black hair. Then she showed me how to trap my dick in a sleeve that got pulled back between my legs, and as I pulled up my panties it was smooth as the girl I was becoming. I searched through her wardrobe and found that our sizes were close enough, and I settled on a leather skirt with fishnet stockings. A corset top finished my gothic look, and I realized I fell in love with myself too, another first.

The look required heels, and that was the toughest of all, but she promised I would get used to it, and how powerful I would feel. She was right, of course, and I practiced my new walk, as she got ready herself. Her style was fluent with bright red lips and colorful eyeshadow, complimenting her fiery hair. A simple green tank top showing off her generous breasts, on top of a long, flowing black skirt, and just an extra inch of heels, which put us again at similar height.

I thought she looked marvelous and found out right away that such thoughts caused a reaction between my legs that was suppressed by the tight sleeve, but she explained that being beautiful often came with pain or discomfort. I would get used to that as well.

As we stood together in front of the mirror, we looked good, a couple in love. She pointed out to me how silver add-ons could enhance my looks, and we should do some shopping for bangles and necklaces after breakfast. Maybe get my ears pierced for some nice drops. For now though we left the safety of her apartment, and I was a girl in public and not one person thought I was anything else.

Don't get me wrong, I was scared. Scared to stumble in my heels, scared that my voice still sounded like a guy, scared that I simply would give it away through my inexperienced moves. But Sonya gave me strength. And confidence. And she was funny, making me laugh more and more. And somehow, at some point, I started relaxing, and enjoying it.

We ended up in the mall, and Sonya was adamant about giving me something special. I wasn't thinking about what would happen the next day, when classes started again, so I agreed to getting my ears pierced. Too late I realized it was more than just one prick per ear, but the way the silver jewelry she bought me ran along the side of my ear was simply fascinating, and it fit my style.

And since we were there, my gift back to her was to get her nipples pierced, and I found a pair of beautiful studs to fit exactly through her nipples. It was worth all of the discomfort I felt in my hardening dick. I wondered when I could get my mouth on them again.

Not everybody agrees with two girls walking hand in hand, clearly lovers, but the denigrating words that were aimed at us every now and then also proved that people clearly saw us both as real girls. Sonya was used to that, having been a girl for more than half of her life. But in the few hours that I was a girl, I kept feeling that power, girl power I guess, something never experienced before, and I wonder if I could hold on to that magic.

The first real incident happened when we were in a dressing room and Sonya was trying on a new dress. I got a sudden urge to go to the bathroom, and all my life I paid the price for days, if I didn't follow that urge. Not something you easily explain in ten seconds but she saw the urgency on my face, so she waved me off.

Asking where the bathroom was, the lady at the register pointed in the direction of the food court, and although I wasn't running, I was moving much faster than everyone else, despite my heels. Thank God I made it in time, as I rushed into the bathroom, past the urinals, into an empty stall.

As I sat down, still getting used to the sleeve between my legs, but I had learned by now to just let go and the pee would trickle into the potty through a hole in the sleeve. But the relief in doing a number two, in time before my system got backed up, finally gave me the chance to think realistically again.

In my urgent need, rushing without thinking, I had entered the men's room, and passed two guys who had been peeing in the urinal section. And they had clearly seen me, as they were discussing me loud enough for me to hear.

They were wondering if I had either mistakenly gotten in the men's room, or maybe purposely because there was a line for the women's. Or had that new law taken effect that forced these “wannabe women” to use the men's room, or face severe penalties? According to one, “those women” were often much sexier than “real women”, and they had clearly enjoyed my gothic style, as I rushed by.

I suddenly had a flashback, as many years before I had been in a similar situation, where two bullies were openly discussing what they would do to me, once I got out of my stall. This time however, after cleaning myself, I texted Sonya that I'd accidentally gone into the men's, and if I didn't come out in two minutes she should call security. She texted back that she was waiting for me outside the bathrooms.

As I flushed and pulled my clothes back on, I left the stall and washed my hands. Two big guys were indeed watching me with mixed feelings. But when I said, “Sorry guys for barging in here, but I couldn't wait any longer for the women's room, hope you don't mind”, they smiled sheepishly and told me not to worry. “Anytime lady!” And as I trotted out, I made sure to give them a good show, wiggling my butt, and I winked back at them before I left the room. And once more I reveled in the power I had, as a confident pretty woman.

I laughed with Sonya, as I told her the story, and we entered the ladies room, as she did her business, while I touched up my makeup, something I really enjoyed doing. She warned me though that not all men would be wowed that easily, and that the new bathroom law really endangered trans women, rather than saving cis women. I suggested that maybe there should be an exception for trans women whose manhood was clearly locked away.