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Becoming My Girlfriend
Date: 3/20/2016, Categories: Shemales, Author: lana100, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster
heavy, full breasts and he panted and moaned, a need-fulfilling thumping and contracting coming from the muscular tunnel in his hips! "AAAAAAAAAHHH!" he screamed, bolting up in his bed, his small breasts quivering! Between his leg, his thumping, throbbing vagina was seeping pussy cream, the labia thick and open, his bud swollen! He panted, horrified, feeling his pussy throb pleasurably in the afterthroes of female orgasm, and then he remembered the nightmare! He felt his gorge rise and rushed out of bed to his wastebasket, where he spent the next couple of minutes vomiting noisily, while thrust out behind him, his pussy oozed more juice, drops of it sliding down his soft thighs. What a horrible nightmare! Bernard wiped his mouth with a slender hand and stood up, dizzy from the sudden nausea. He sat back on the edge of his bed and looked at the clock. 12:34 am, the readout blinked. Fuck. No way was he going to be able to sl**p again, not after that disgusting dream. He felt a sudden impulse to get away, and do something cleansing, something that would tire him out enough that he could go back to sl**p. Some exercise would help! But then, how could he do that the way he was now? Running was out of the question, he didn't want to feel his swollen ass jiggling. Maybe swimming... he seemed to recall the pool was usually open, even this late. But then, he couldn't expose his chest like that. His breasts, though slight, were still capped with thick pink disks. There was no ... mistaking the wide areolas and thick pink nubs as being anything other that female. That plus his pale, smooth body, and now his ass. Wait. No mistaking his body... He stood up, leaving a wet spot on the sheets where his soaked mound had rested, and went to the mirror, and looked closely at himself. His body would undoubtably pass as female - thin, flat-chested, but undoubtable female. His hair, though short, was soft and full like a woman's. His face showed no sign of stubble, and although it was thin-lipped and masculine, it could pass as female. Of course, if he ran into anyone that knew him, he'd still be recognized, but strangers could easily dismiss him as just another girl having a swim. The thought was a disturbing one. God... where the FUCK was Allison? What was she doing? When was she coming back? He didn't know how much more of this he could take! He was even now trying to pass himself off as a girl! The thought of Allison made him suddenly remember something. He looked to the foot of his bed. It was still there - the gym bag Allison had forgotten the day before yesterday. He put the bag on the bed, and unzipped it. He started pulling out the items, starting with a small bag containing some makeup, a hairbrush, and other items girls usually used after a gym session to freshen up. He pulled out a towel, and then found what he was looking for - a swimsuit. He picked it up, looking at it. It was a sports swimsuit, a full-length, red, tank style with high-cut legs and made out ...