My first time.

My first time.

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I had been horny for weeks. I done my best to hide my new body in my new gender, my new sexual identity beneath baggy clothes and a tough exterior. 

Deep down, all I wanted was to be held, to be loved, to be treated like the woman I was by a big, strong, strapping man who knew how to please a woman beneath the sheets. 

Unable to take it any longer, I borrowed one of my sister's skimpiest dresses, applied a little makeup with a YouTube tutorial, and headed over to my friend Carl's apartment. 

I knock on the door. 

He opened the door. 

He stared at me, not believing what he was seeing. 

I said to him in a sweet voice, " Can I come in? I've got something important to ask you.

With his eyes fixed on my tits, he nodded, and I squeezed past him. 

I sat down on one of the kitchen barstools at the counter and told him of my emotional and physical needs and what I wanted and needed from him. 

He asked me if I was sure this was what I wanted, given what I knew I was in for. 

For reply, I just popped out my tits and told him I wanted him to make me a woman. 

I pulled off my dress and said, " Do you like my body?

Despite feeling nervous, I slipped off my panties and said I do not 

I am just another woman you had picked up and brought home for no strings attached, meaningless sex. 

He dropped his trousers, revealing his cock, and told me what to do.

After making sure I was good and wet, he slid himself in, which caused me to grimace with discomfort and pain. 

He told me not to worry that I would enjoy it, that it would put a smile on my face, and that it would make me feel incredible. 

He wasn't wrong. 

After my initial discomfort, it became quite pleasurable and enjoyable having his big, hot, strong cock sliding in and out of my hot, sticky, wet hole put a smile on my face and made me moan with pleasure. 

I did not think it could get any better, but then he told me to turn around, spread my legs, and he went in again. 

Looking into his face, I could not help smiling, watching him grunt as he made me feel such pleasure, joy, and happiness. 

He suddenly pulled out, telling me to get on my knees. 

I was a little bit reluctant at first, but I did what he said and received a hot face full of hot sticky saltie, cum, which did not taste too bad and made me want to lick every drop from the end of his dripping cock.

That was my first time as a woman with a friend who knew how to make me smile. After that, we became friends with benefits, keeping it casual and simple, no strings attached, no emotional ties. 

He was just somebody I would call upon when I couldn't get anybody else. 

Then came the day he confessed his love. 

I had to admit I felt the same way; people think it's strange that two old friends are now planning a life and a family together. 

I am just happy that I found the man who does not care who or what I used to be, just who I am and what I am now.