A Wishful Fantasy

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Amanda "mandi" Lawson
Age 28

I head read his file, and done my research. yet now it was time to act if I wanted my commission. It is not like I had not done this before, yet each time my excitement grew. I waited for him at the bar near where he typically sat.

I knew how to dress. That was the easy part, I knew what he liked, the itnernet and hacks made that easy. I also knew he deepest secret.

I sipped on my martini as he entered and walked back toward me. "Oh hi .. I am not in your spot am I ... I was supposed to meet my bf tonight ... well my supposed to be boy friend ... I don't think he is coming.
 
Amanda "mandi" Lawson
Age 28

I head read his file, and done my research. yet now it was time to act if I wanted my commission. It is not like I had not done this before, yet each time my excitement grew. I waited for him at the bar near where he typically sat.

I knew how to dress. That was the easy part, I knew what he liked, the itnernet and hacks made that easy. I also knew he deepest secret.

I sipped on my martini as he entered and walked back toward me. "Oh hi .. I am not in your spot am I ... I was supposed to meet my bf tonight ... well my supposed to be boy friend ... I don't think he is coming.

"Hi. It's not got my name on it although I do usually sit there. Your boyfriend stood you up, you say? May I join your for a drink and maybe dinner on me?
 
She paused, to cross her legs and gauge his reaction as she did. She was well aware the thigh highs would be on full display as she did.

"Hi I am Amanda ... " She adds. "I hate men sometimes ... maybe it is me ..." I say trying for some sympathy as I sit looking teasingly cute to him. My naive shy exterior hiding my true motives.
 
As the lady crosses her legs I can see the thigh highs she is wearing- and the bare patch above them. I wonder if I will ever be able to explore that patch and higher. My penis stirs as I think about exploring her pussy and maybe sucking her clit - but enough day-dreaming I tell myself; concentrate.

"Pleased to meet you, Amanda. Don't hate us - we aren't all bad and horrible. I try to be a gentleman and a gentle man with as lady such as yourself. Now - are you accepting my offer of dinner tonight?"

One of her appeals is that she seems to be so quiet and shy - possibly a little naïve. That is not a bad thing if the evening goes to plan.
 
i watch and his reaction is as expected. "It's my pleasure ... lets have a couple drinks first .. and then maybe dinner." I add. "Your right not all men are terrible ... there are some rare exceptions." I tease sipping my drink.

I play along, seeing his desire as I move in my bar stool. His hand glazes the top of my stocking. "Oh I am sorry." I say bashfully and then look around. "I think my date stood me up ... i bet you would never do that."
 
"No Amanda - I would never leave a date stood up - that is so wrong. Does your boyfriend not realise what a beautiful young lady he has left here alone? All these wolves around. What would you like to drink?"

I appreciate the way she moves in her seat and I wonder if she realises how much she is teasing me - giving me tantalising glimpses of her stocking tops and the promise of what is above them. *sigh*
 
I order another drink as I continue to tease you. "Apparently he does not realize what he has in me. Sometimes I wish men could walk in a woman's shoes and see just how hard it is. Though I will admit the rewards are awsome."

As our conversation goes on my flirting increases, I am no longer making an effort to hide the tops of my stockings as I tease you.

I order an appetizer at the bar and we spit it.

"you seem like a nice guy ... well I was thinking, I have some wine at my place. I live just around the corner if you would like to join me."
 
"Amanda, my dear, I agree with you wholeheartedly that men should walk in women's shoes to see how hard it is for you. As to the rewards, I have no idea what they are," I reply.

Her flirting and revealing her stocking tops cause my cock to stir and I am surprised at her offer of a glass of wine at her place. "I'd love to join you -but what about your boyfriend?" I answer.

You ignore that question and stand up and I finally appreciate just how small your dress is. It barely covers your ample breasts and only just covers your ass. When stood there is a large gap between you dress and your stockings. My cock stirs more at the sight before me, but I supress my mounting excitement and offer you my arm to escort you home.

At your place I pause at the door and ask, "Are you sure you want me to enter in?" The double entendre is deliberate.
 
"Amanda, my dear, I agree with you wholeheartedly that men should walk in women's shoes to see how hard it is for you. As to the rewards, I have no idea what they are,"

"Oh you are just telling me what I want to here aren't you." I pull you in the door. "I bet you could not take 3 steps in my shoes. Wanna bet." I say after palyfulling pulling you in the door and then bend over and pick up a pairof open toes heels by my door. "here try these silly boy. As for the reward, my reward is finding men like you." I tease.

"I'd love to join you -but what about your boyfriend?" I answer.

"oh him, well his loss I guess. It was our first date and well last."

"Are you sure you want me to enter in?" The double entendre is deliberate.

I giggle playfully at your comment as now I have handed you the heels. "Of course you can enter ... but I will warn you are entering something you have only dreamed of." I tease sliding behind you closing and locking the door.

"Now put those on." I point at the heels. "The idea exites you doesn't it.
 
Hearing the door close behind me as Amanda hands me the open toed heels I see that they have 4 inch heels but answer, "I accept your challenge of taking 3 steps in heels if they're my size. Yes my dear, I find the idea quite exciting too."

As I bend down to remove my own shoes and put on the heels my small cock begins to swell with the mere idea of wearing high heels and I wonder what my wife of just three months would say if she caught me here and in heels too. We have an agreed open marriage and she knows I play around and has no problems with it as she enjoys a fling too.

Looking round I see a chair in the hallway and sit there to change my shoes for the heels. To my surprise I find the heels are a perfect fit on my feet and I carefully stand up. "Well, Amanda, how do they look?" I ask her as I take my first step in these heels. I almost lose my footing but manage to balance and take my second step towards you - this time I am more confident and only have a small wobble as I move my weight over to that foot. The third step is accomplished without mishap and I am there before you and ask, "I accepted your bet and have taken those three steps - what have I won? And I am very intrigued by the fact that those shoes are a perfect fit on my feet - how did you know what size shoes I use? You used the statement that you warn me I am entering something I have only ever dreamed about. How do you know my dreams? Only my young wife knows those." I am teasing you with words because I know there is no way you could know who my wife is.
 
"Oh those heels, i guess it was a lucky guess." I smile. "You look as though you have walked in heels before. Have you?" I ask knowing the answer.

"I accepted your bet and have taken those three steps - what have I won? And I am very intrigued by the fact that those shoes are a perfect fit on my feet - how did you know what size shoes I use? You used the statement that you warn me I am entering something I have only ever dreamed about. How do you know my dreams? Only my young wife knows those." I am teasing you with words because I know there is no way you could know who my wife is.

"Well I think you know what you have won." I move in close and pull him tight to my body, kissing his lips. As I do I unbuckle his panties and allow the pants to fall to the floor, next I unbutton his shirt and push the shirt off his shoulders.

"you dream ... what is it you dreamed about." As you undress i reach under my dress and remove my panties, I hold them close to you head, sliding the satin panties past your chest before using the panties to tease your cock.

Only my young wife knows those.

"Yes your wife, Allison, right." I tease as you had not expected me to know her name. "I am sure she is out getting fucked by some manly stud right now. Maybe ... well you will figure it all out."

I push you back onto the bed, as your legs lift I slide the panties past your feet and up to your thighs.

"So what is this fantasy of your."
 
As you remove your satin panties and hold them close to my head I can smell your sex - your wetness on them and close my eyes in ecstasy. You slide them down over my naked chest and begin teasing my tiny cock with your satin panties brings it to its maximum length of just 4 inches.

My dream? I recall my dream - but I have only ever shared that with my wife, Alison.

I hear you mention her name, and pay attention as you say, "Yes your wife, Allison. I am sure she is out getting fucked by some manly stud right now. Maybe ... well you will figure it all out."

Your words sting as I know that Alison likes a big cock for sex and accepts my tiny offering as a sideshow. Alison refers to my lack of stature as more of a big clit than a real cock and often tells me I have a slim boyish (almost girlish) stature. It was after an evening of sex with her that I told her my secret darkest desire - to have huge tits and be feminised permanently and then trained to service both men and women at her (or their) command.

"I hope she's out fucking," I reply. "That is the whole idea tonight. She finds a stud to satisfy her pussy and ass and I find a slimmer smaller lady to have sex with. One who doesn't mind my tiny cock. But how do you know her name?"

As you slide your panties up my legs and on to my thighs I sigh and my heart beats wildly as this is all part of my wishes.

"I think you know already, Amanda," I answer. "But if you don't know - well you're doing the right things with those panties and heels."
 
"Tell me ... maybe it will come true." I whisper as I climb to the bed straddling your legs. I am still clothed except for my panties, though as I straddle you, my shaven pussy is exposed.

"I new Allison from school. We were lovers." I tease as I inch up. "She has never been a loyal lover even back then." I inch further up, dragging my pussy over your thighs.

"It seems hardly fair, though if she is out fucking some huge cocked guy ... well then you too, should be having a fuck you will never forget, like the best of your life, like the last you will ever have."


Now I kneel over you, my hands teasing your chest, so close you can feel my hot pussy teasing your tiny cock. Slowly I inch down, my tiny dress rises as I do.
 
As you straddle my legs, I watch as your dress rises up your beautiful stocking clad thighs and I sigh - wishing I was the one in stockings. As your dress rises it exposes your garden of delight and I see that your beautiful pussy is clean shaven. Once again I sigh as you have the things I have desired most for almost all of my life - you have breasts and a pussy.

I listen to you as you drag your bare pussy up my thighs leaving a trail of juices as you do - your words mesmerise me and I delight in your voice whispering to me seductively.

"She never mentioned you, Amanda, even though I knew she is bi-sexual. As to her loyalty, all I ever ask of my lover partner, wife is that she remembers to whom she is married and comes home after her flings. My fantasy is the same as my dearest wish." I change from speaking normally to a whisper as I moan with the teasing from you, " I have always wanted to be female - and failing a full transformation a transgender person with breasts and a cock too. But I only want huge breasts - the tits I want are E F or G cup - and yes I know about the backache! Why large breasts? I want everyone, male and female to notice me and want my body. As a transgender person I could keep my tiny cock but take the balls away - it'll still rise and be useful but not as often."

I blush bright red as I finish telling you - I have only ever shared this with Alison before. Your final words echo through my mind and I wonder at them, ".....well then you too, should be having a fuck you will never forget, like the best of your life, like the last you will ever have."

Your hot wet pussy teases my tiny cock and you slowly inch down towards it as your dress rises.
 
Slowly my pussy cascades around your cock. Tight and willing hugging your cock tightly. I hear your confession, confirmation of what I already know.

"So you wish to be a huge titted slut, a whore, a tramp." I smile, as the wish is not so far from ordinary. Though part of his wish was a bit confusing, he desired to have a pussy, yet tg with a cock but no balls.

"Careful what you wish for, it is bound to come true." I say, as I begin to rock upon his stiff cock. "this is already the best fuck you have ever had isn't it."

I tease continuing to rock, his small cock easily consumed by me. "So tell me what will your name be as a woman, or can I name you." I smile and then tell you. "Enjoy this like its your last."
 
I can just see your hot wet pussy - the outer lips flushed and engorged and the inner lips opening like the petals on an exotic flower as you lower your pussy over my tiny cock. Soon you have devoured my cock and you use your muscles to grip it tightly inside your pussy. As you clench and relax your muscles it feels as though my cock is being eaten by a wonderful mouth intent on giving me the greatest pleasure of my life.

In my heightened ecstatic state, as I reply to your statement, I hear myself say, "Yes I earnestly wish to be a huge titted slut, a whore, a tramp - a complete woman as far as possible. I've always wanted to be female and I'd rather be transformed into a woman than to be a transgender person - that was always going to be second best for me. However, I also know that this can only ever be a wishful fantasy and can never come to pass."

You rock back and forth slowly on my cock and I utter a long low moan as you use me for our mutual pleasure. "Yes," I whisper, "This has to be the best ever fuck of my life. If wishes could come true I'd already be the woman I want to be - but wishes are for fairy tales. A female name should I ever need one? I think it obvious that I would just use the feminine version of my name - Terri."

As you rock slowly back and forth my back begins to arch up in time with you and my hands reach up to cup your breasts still hidden beneath your dress. I moan in pleasure.
 
I begin to rock upon you, my hands squeezing your chest. The aphrodesiac in the drink at the bar has clearly let your erotic desires into the open. I look at you knowing this is the last time you will ever have sex as you are. Still I find excitement in being your last.

"Fuck me Terri." I moan teasingly to you, wondering as your hands fondle my breasts if you have the courage to pull my dress down. "Fuck me like its the last you will use your cock baby." I tease as I work my pussy to urge his climax.

"Tell me what you really want, what you want to be, and i will make it true." I moan, as I am close to orgasm.
 
I lay there on my back, my tiny cock being devoured by your hot wet pussy as you flex your pussy muscles to excite it. I have never felt so sexually alive and aroused in my life before and the smell of your sex is full in my nose. As you rock back and forth using your wonderful pussy to fuck me I am lost in a world of pleasure and moan my joy out loud.

Reaching up I gently and carefully slide your dress down over your shoulders to expose your breasts with their hard firm nipples standing up begging to be played with. Seeing them I once again wish I was a woman and not a man. I reach up and after cupping your breasts and feeling their weight I pinch your nipples between fingers and thumb before rolling them gently. My reward is to hear you moan with pleasure and knowing that you are receiving pleasure from me increases my pleasure.

"Amanda, if this is the last fuck I ever have it will certainly be the best I've ever had. The way you......."I groan as you grip my cock with your pussy before continuing, "The way you work your muscles is amazing. If I had a pussy I'd have to learn to do that."

I feel the approach of my climax and can only hope that you will have yours in time with me. I whimper quietly, "All I earnestly wish to be is a huge titted slut, a whore, a tramp - a complete woman with three holes - my mouth, my ass and a pussy like yours. If I could have just one wish come true that is the one I would choose."

My back begins to rise from the bed as my cock begins to swell and I try hard not to cum yet - trying to wait for you as though this is my last ever sexual encounter.
 
"It will be your best and most memorable fuck" I tell him and add "as a man"

"let yourself go baby, fill me." I urge him as i wait to meet his climax with my own. I know by know you are imagining huge breasted women in your mind, pretending to be then as you have sex. "Let it go become your desire Terri."

I continue to rock upon you as you play with my breasts, I love my breasts being fondled. Then i feel you tense and your back arch, I know your moment is close.

"mmm yesss." I moan in a effort to urge you to lose yourself in the moment.

"Feels so good." I add moaing, my body tensing as my own orgasm builds.
 
As my moment of release draws ever closer my back arches even higher from the bed as I try to bury my cock in your pussy. I vaguely hear you saying something about it being my best and most memorable fuck ever. Your final words are lost with the pounding of my heart echoing in my ears.

I see that you enjoy having your breasts played with so I continue to caress them and pinch the nipples. In my mind I imagine that it is my own huge breasts that is being caressed and pinched - the breasts I would love to have. I sigh in contentment at my kinky thoughts and think, "I wonder what Amanda would say if she knew."

Lost in the idea of having my own breasts and them played with the last words I hear you say for a long time are, "Feels so good." Your words and your body tensing send me over the edge and I cum hard into your greedy willing pussy. My tiny cock explodes in a torrent of cum - filling you as you too cum at the same time. Your pussy grips my cock keeping my cum inside you and my final thought as I lose control is, "I hope this gets her pregnant. Be nice if she was at the end."
 
I linger on his cock bursting inside my womb longer than I should, as I enjoy my orgasm. Then as his orgasm fades, I roll his nipples between my thumb and finger, as I do my thumb rings will pierce his skin and inject a concoction, of hormones and sedatives. Momentarily he will feel pain like never before in his life as the female hormones attack his testosterone.

I climb from his body and pull my dress into place, I watch him as I lip the words goodbye. He cannot speak or move, soon the pain will subside, but till then it will be immense. I go to my dresser and take out a tool and a band and move to him. The longer I defer the more it will agonize him, though I know as much pain as he is in I have to wait so he can become who he desires.

There is time to make a call and speak so you are certain to hear what I say.

"yess Allison, the transformation is underway.

"no I don't think he suspected anything."

"oh his confession of desires surprised even me, he well wants full, like to a big breasted bimbo stage."

yes, I know. But I have to comply with his desire. Though he will have that for time, he does have to earn his real pussy."

Yes, thank you. Terri will be her name. Yes her choice. "

"Bye."

My attention now returns to him. "I am sorry, but this will hurt like an elephant has stepped on your balls." I slide the band on the tool and pull your scrotum tight, sliding the open band over then suddenly release the band, cinching at the top of your sack, restricting blood flow, knowing your testicles will slowly die.
 
In my post coital euphoria I am barely aware of you as you roll my nipples between your fingers and thumbs and I am just aware of a prick as though having been stung by an insect. Suddenly pain like I have never know racks my body but I cannot speak or make a sound - in my mind I know I have been injected with something like a sedative, but the pain grows in intensity. I want to scream but my vocal chords refuse to do as I tell them. I lie there in intense pain wondering why this woman has done this to me.

She climbs off me and smoothes her dress back in place before going to the dresser and returning with something in her hand. Amanda pauses by my head and makes a phone call and through my agony I can hear her side of the conversation. I remember her words as follows:
"yess Allison, the transformation is underway.

"no I don't think he suspected anything."

"oh his confession of desires surprised even me, he well wants full, like to a big breasted bimbo stage."

yes, I know. But I have to comply with his desire. Though he will have that for time, he does have to earn his real pussy."

Yes, thank you. Terri will be her name. Yes her choice. "

"Bye."

Realisation hits me like a brick - my wife has had this done to me! I thought she loved me - after all she did promise me my wildest dreams. My head pounds with the throbbing pain and I wonder what on earth is happening to me.

Amanda takes my balls in her hand and suddenly a sharp snap of a strong rubber band constricts around my scrotum. Once more I want to scream with the agony now issuing from my nipples and my balls but I have no control still. As Amanda finishes her work I slowly slide into unconsciousness and welcome darkness where the pain is bearable. My mind is blank.
 
I allowed him pain to subside, and fall into a dream like state and I slide earphones with a hypnotic message playing. Sensors are place in vairous locations to monitor his reaction. As it hypnotic message plays images of women are shown above him.

From land and cute c1
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To Sexy,
s1 s2
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to vogue models
m1 m2 m3 m5
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to outright big titted bimbos b1
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I looked at him, lying there, helpless, his confession becoming his drea. I eased his legs apart, his ball sack a deep purple now, his balls were dead by this point, He would feel the tingle and hear the sack as I made the cut, allowing it to drop in the stainless steel pan. Though I knew he would see his balls again, just hot as part of his manhood.
 
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Eventually the pain subsides and I half wake to a trance or dream like state and I am aware that Amanda is still here beside me as she slides earphones over my head. Lying on my back I am quite content just to relax and listen to the soothing words from the earpieces and watch overhead as images begin to appear.

The images are all of women in various states of dress or undress. Some are cute and wearing beautiful clothes and seeing these I say quietly, "I wish I was like these women." In my ears I hear the hypnotic voice telling me I want to be like them - have a body like they do, and wear the clothes and shoes that they do.
Strangely I nod my head at the words as they repeat over and over.

The next set of pictures start to show and these are all women dressed or acting sexily. As I watch the pictures play above me the words change to suit and I hear the voice quietly suggesting that I too would like to dress like them with the beautiful bra ns brief set - or the sexy red dress. "Please," is all I say quietly to myself.

As the fourth set progresses the voice in my ears says, "Like this - you want to be like this - you want to be like this." I watch the set of photos unfold above me and the final one of the sequence catches my eye. She is stunning with a slim waist, small bottom, great legs and huge tits. "Me!" I hear myself shout, "That's how I want to be." Then I relax again and watch and listen as the whole show starts over again.

I begin to feel less lethargic and become aware that my tummy is feeling sore and aching again. I don't worry about this as it has been an on-going problem which lasts about 5 days every so often and has done since my early teen years. Perhaps I should see a doctor and get it checked out - but it's only a minor thing that feels like part of my insides is trying to break away. After five days of discomfort I know it'll be alright again until next time, and it only happens 12 or 13 times a year.


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