We had a few more enjoyable hours at the mall, finally leaving with dozens of bags, and back at

Sonya’s we tried everything on. This led eventually to another round of good sex, as we slowly

prepared for having to separate. I had an early class the next day, and still had some homework

to do, so I couldn't stay for another night. But we matched our schedules for the week for when

we could meet up, for dinner or sex, and I would bring all my books and stuff to spend the whole

next weekend together.

I couldn't stop myself from crying when I slowly turned back into Paul, with tiny rings in all of the

piercings in my ear. But, I kept the sleeve on, as I had no intention to ever masturbate again,

now that I knew what real sex felt like. And likewise, I figured no one would ever know if I kept

wearing panties as well.

The breasts were a diferent situation, as they were too visible, despite their small size. Sonya

showed me how to use the flat of a knife, tight against my skin, then pry it under the breast

material. The moment it broke the vacuum seal they simply popped of. And after massaging the

“dent” away, plus a light cleaning with water and soap, they were ready to be used again. Right

away though, missing the weight and shape, I realized that even more than my flat crotch, the

breasts gave me that feeling of being a woman. I took them with me, planning to sleep with

them every night.

As I walked back to my own dorm, missing my extra height also, in my regular sneakers, I felt

for the first time the efect of being in love, but separated from your lover. Tight in my chest, a bit

uncomfortable in my belly, and a permanent scowl on my face, and unable to think of anything

else but Sonya, I experienced my first bout of love-sickness. I had to text her that I missed her,

only to see that she had already texted the same thing.

But, we managed. I did get a few looks about my pierced ears, but nobody inquired about it. We

met up for lunch when possible, and mid-week we both had a free afternoon, and spent it mostly

in bed. There was a silent agreement that Sonya was in control over my sleeve. She would free

my dick to initiate an hour of wild sex, during which it became clear that we both cherished most

the part when she came as a woman. And after cleaning she would “lock me up” again, and she

slowly introduced me to the joys of anal penetration with one of her toys.It wasn't like I could get an orgasm from it, but after some getting used to, the feeling was pleasant, with a slight vibration in the right spot. That had been the most she had gotten from it, until I had taken her true virginity.

So, with enough texting, calling, video calls, and a few meetups, we made it through the week,

and on Friday I became Diana again. I met Sonya's roommate, just before she took off to spend

her weekend with her family, who only lived half an hour away. She was happy though to meet

the “girl” that kept her roommate clearly under a love spell. And then we were alone for the

weekend.

Well, alone is a big word. We went out that night, and Sonya had gotten me a fake license, with

a picture of a girl with black hair, which could have been me before I “turned goth”. The most

surprising thing was that it showed my name as Diana, and even though my last name was

completely diferent, I felt a sense of identity.

Now that I was “over twenty-one”, I could drink alcohol, and though I was a bit apprehensive,

the girly drinks she bought me were delicious, and soon a tiny buzz made me forget I ever was

a boy. We soon joined with two other girls, who seemed to be a couple as well, and just like that

we made new friends, with promises to meet again later in the weekend for dinner and a movie.

Both Sonya and I realized that as tough as it had been in our lives to make new friends, as easy

it came to us, now that we were a couple, even though clearly lesbian. Other girls didn't seem to

mind, and even boys flirted with us, and I slowly learned to flirt back, up to the point that I even

danced a few times with some boys, and another girl. But, both Sonya and I knew that our bond

was unbreakable, and we always ended on the floor together during the slow songs.

We didn't hit our bed until like three in the morning, after intimate goodnight kisses from both

Zara and Amy, our new friends. We fell asleep instantly, but I was happy to find Sonya's arm

around me when I woke up with a headache. It took us both a few hours before we recovered

from that, realizing that it interfered with our sex life, but oh well, we'd catch up on that later.

And that's exactly what happened, after we went to an erotic shop that Zara had recommended,

and we bought a long “two-headed snake”, a toy that Amy swore by. And we had to agree soon

after that being physically connected to your lover, with a penetration much deeper than any toy

we'd tried thus far, clearly enhanced our sex life. Our girl-on-girl sex life I should say. Because

we both came at some point, shooting our “male loads”, something I hadn't expected with my

sleeve still on. But, as we kept stimulating each other, first Sonya came again as a woman, and

soon after I experienced the beginning of one myself. Not quite there, but definitely something

I'd remember.

And somehow, this new experience was easily shared later, when we met Zara and Amy again

in a restaurant. They were so much more experienced, being together for over a year already,

and in a very intimate conversation they shared some of their sex life as well. When you get that intimate, we confessed that we were trans lovers, and Zara smiled, as she had sensed that

already. But they were perfectly okay with it, and somehow we bonded even more.

We skipped the movies, as there was a concert somewhere in a large bar, and we danced the

night away, and although we didn't drink as much as the night before, we somehow agreed to all

get a tattoo from an artist that worked in a small corner of the bar. A small diamond on my

shoulder, which would be visible when wearing a tank top, or a bikini, with a letter in each

corner, forming the word DASZ, the initials of each of our first names. And although I knew it

was stupid and irrational, after knowing each other for such a short time, I felt a certain pride,

seeing my “D” on each of their shoulders as well.

Somehow, we all felt the same intimacy now, and they invited us to come over to their place.

They had a two bedroom apartment, although only one was used for sleeping, but with a bed

big enough to fit all four of us. First though we had long conversations about sex in general,

then more specific on how it worked between Sonya and me. And something that should be

awkward like hell was discussed in great detail between four women that had accepted one

another for what they were. And we came to a simple deal. We accepted that we were two

couples, but any combination of sex between the four of us was game.

Now, my only real experience was with Sonya, but it was clear real quickly how much I could

learn from two cis women. Funny thing was, both of them had been lesbian from the moment

they were sexually active, and although they seemed to have a lot of toys meant for penetration,

they had never experienced sex with a real dick.

And thus did I experience that night my first pussies, first Zara's, after Sonya freed my dick. It

didn't take long for me to grow hard at the sight of a naked, wet pussy, but when I asked if we

shouldn't use any protection, Zara smiled, saying both her and Amy were on birth control. Not

because they were worried about getting pregnant, but to regulate their periods, so they would

always have them at the same time, leaving three out of four weeks open for uninterrupted sex.

I'd never even heard about such a thing being possible, but it made sense in a lesbian lifestyle.

Her nipples were huge, and when I sucked on them, drips of what only could be milk filled my

mouth. But the efect it had on her pussy taught me that she had way more muscles down there,

than Sonya had in her rear. And these muscles simply sucked my dick deep inside her.

Even though I had thought to enjoy the experience as long as possible, I had no chance with the

amount of pressure she applied on my dick, and soon I started erupting inside her, as she came

right with me. I was milked completely empty before she let go of me, but my first experience

with a real pussy was very satisfying for both of us.

Sonya had been able to shoot her load into Amy as well, despite her much smaller size, and

probably a smaller load, but I got the opportunity to eat Amy out, sucking all the cum from her. I

made her cum twice more doing so, and enjoyed the mix of her fluids and Sonya's cum. Sonya

apparently made Zara cum three times, while cleaning out my junk.

Next it was Zara's turn again with me, and with a long strap-on that looked more like the snake I had used with Sonya, she hit a deep spot inside me. I had yet to learn to extend the pleasure I was feeling, but as she made me cum, as a woman, I could feel her shooting a warm load inside me. Apparently a much smaller piece of this snake was inside her own pussy, and as it triggered her own orgasm, an enormous pressure built up there, as she squirted an enormous amount of fluids, with only one way to release, through a small tube inside the snake, and that's how she filled me up.

So yes, in one night I learned a lot of new ways to have sex, as did Sonya, and in a way so did

Zara and Amy. I remember falling asleep at some point, but waking up in the morning as

someone gave me a blow job. It was Zara who sucked me dry before I was awake enough to

realize what exactly was going on. And again, Sonya had the same experience with Amy.

As Sonya and I got clean in the small shower, Zara and Amy prepared breakfast. We didn't

really want to put the same clothes on from last night, so the two of us investigated the walk in

closet in the bedroom. Sonya quickly found a top and long skirt that suited her so well, but I

wasn't sure what to wear until I found a small section in the far corner.

The black and shiny had caught my eyes, and soon I was looking at a rubbery dress with a

slightly pleated skirt. There were no zippers or buttons, but the material was stretchy enough to

step in and pull it across my body, until it was smooth as a second skin around me. I knew this

fitted my style.

Both Sonya and the mirror agreed. It was even sexier looking at it, and my freshly locked dick

started uncomfortably twitching. I smiled, as in a way it was a better proof of my sexiness than

any words that Sonya stuttered. But, something was amiss. This outfit needed heels, and going

back to the special corner I saw a pair of boots with four inch spikes. Higher than anything I'd

ever worn, but another twitch told me it was the right choice.

As much as I hated my whole life for how small I was, it was always embarrassing to find decent

shoes, as my feet were so small that I sometimes had to search in the kids section for decent

sneakers. Now I realized that I could have searched the women's section as well, because

these boots fitted like a glove. It wasn't like I was wearing them, like the dress they felt like a

second skin going up my thighs, leaving only a few inches of my real skin visible under the skirt.

And because they were “part of me”, walking in them felt natural, despite the high spikes.

Sonya helped me to get my makeup in order, and as she then finished her own, I stepped into

the kitchen area, where delicious smells wafted through the air, and my freshly painted mouth

started watering. It was just Zara there, and only now did I realize what it meant when someone

studies Culinary Arts. This was not just a breakfast of eggs and bacon, she was preparing a

meal of pleasure and delicacy. Or should I say decadency?

But, the look on her face when she saw me said it all. “That dress never worked for me since I

bought it. But now I understand why I never threw it out. It was clearly meant to be yours,

darling, you look magnificent! Go show Amy and tell her breakfast is ready in fifteen minutes.”

And she pointed at the second bedroom that turned out to be a studio for Amy, who was

majoring in Arts.

The room was filled with art, in diferent stages of progress, many paintings stacked against the

wall, clearly her favorite talent, but there was a workbench with both metal and wood pieces,

and even a mannequin with a gown. Between all that stood Amy working on a painting that

seemed finished to me. She looked wonderful in an oversized t-shirt with one bare shoulder,

streaks of paint all over her. Her long legs and feet also bare.

As she turned to face me, her mouth fell open. “Don't say anything”, she said, “just stand here

for a bit”, as she pointed at the only open spot in the room. And as I stood there awkwardly, she

grabbed a sketchbook and started drawing with long strokes.

Now that I looked at the other wall I noticed the one painting that was hanging, and it was

beautiful. It was a portrait of Zara and Amy together, but the expression on their face, the twinkle

in their eyes, the glance at each other, showed undoubtedly the love between those two. “It's

true love between the two of you”, I stated, forgetting I wasn't supposed to talk. But Amy smiled,

knowing exactly why I said it, and as she nodded she said, “Yes, I got very lucky”. I protested,

“You both got lucky!”

As she finished her sketch I remembered the time. “Breakfast was fifteen minutes from when I

got in.” She laughed, “No stress, we're used to delays. When I'm onto something I often can't

stop. Unless something else catches my eyes. In a way I'm glad that I just finished this painting,

or I would have stopped to paint you first.”

“But, you're sketching, or do you call that a painting too?” She laughed again. “It's my way of

remembering the details, so that when I start painting, I don't need you to pose again. You're

going to be a masterpiece, I can tell already.”

That's when my eye caught a wooden statue, maybe two feet tall. It was Zara and it was

beautiful in perfect detail. I moved to touch it, then stopped because I wasn't sure it was

allowed. “Go ahead”, Amy said, “it's my gift for her birthday next month.”

As I carefully picked it up I noticed two things. It was much heavier than I anticipated. And just

touching it, I could feel the sexuality radiating from it. I quickly let go, as I said “Wow!”, my

manhood instantly strained in its sleeve. “You felt it?” she asked, and I nodded, as I carefully put

my hand on the statue again.

I guess it felt more like static now, as I brushed my hand over the smooth curves, but it kept me

aroused. My mind tried to solve the physical equation that could cause this, but I came up with zip. Amy smiled, as she guessed my thoughts. “I think this gift is going to be a hit”, was her

conclusion.

As I forced myself to let go, Amy pulled me to the kitchen, where Sonya was having coffee with

her eyes closed, and Zara was loading up plates. I wasn't much of a coffee person but when

Sonya said it was the best she ever had, I got my own cup, and I had to agree. Hand-picked

beans, then grinded and brewed from scratch. There was clearly more magic in this house.

So, the way Zara was cooking was an art by itself, and she enjoyed cooking for four. Afterwards

I could only hope we'd be invited many times more. It was early afternoon when we said our

goodbyes. Amy wanted to start on my portrait and Zara had promised to help a friend in his

restaurant. I myself had to prepare for a test, but I was going to stay another night with Sonya.

We agreed to meet up with Zara and Amy in two weeks, as both their periods were coming up,

and they preferred dealing with that in the privacy of their home next weekend.

We decided to burn off the breakfast calories by walking the mile to Sonya's place. A bad

decision I worried, as I was on my four inch spikes, but the way the boots were part of my body

they could as well be comfortable sneakers. It gave me an extra spring in my step, which

caused multiple wolf whistles sent our way. Once again I reveled in the power my body radiated

outwards.

I studied for a good three hours, as Sonya did laundry, and apparently made multiple pictures of

me. By the time I was done she was hornier than ever, and I found out she had borrowed one of

the long strap-ons from our new friends. In my dress and boots I sat on all four, as she took me

doggy style, and when I came hard, it was a female orgasm that didn't include my dick. And

when we swapped positions the same happened to her.

When I finally stripped off my dress, and my boots, with help from Sonya, I hung it in “my” corner

of the wardrobe to air out. I had trouble walking though as somehow my muscles or my tendons

had relaxed, or maybe shrunk thanks to the four inch heels, and I had to borrow a pair of

slippers with two inch heels, which was just manageable.

An awkward thought passed through my mind. How nice it would be if I could always walk in

four inch heels. Or that my breasts were real so that someone could suck milk from my nipples.

And that my hair was so long that I wouldn't need a wig. I even wondered what it would be if

Diana was my legal name. And I was that confident woman rather than that shy boy, not even a

man. Did I even need my dick anymore?

As we were cuddling in bed I brought it up to Sonya, and she understood perfectly well. When

it's just about the clothes you wear, you could be a crossdresser, like I had been in the past

week. But once you want to make physical changes to your body to get it more in line with your

mental state, you enter the path of transitioning, or you become transgender.

She knew the answer already, but it was me who had to find the path, wanting to take that path.

I didn't have to take that path to make her happy, she had confessed that last week already. But

maybe I had to choose that path to make me happy. If I would though, she'd help me, with her

many years of experience.