1. Becoming My Girlfriend


    Date: 3/20/2016, Categories: Shemales, Author: lana100, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    about what she saw in Allison's eyes, and realized, shocked, that they weren't Allison's eyes at all, but Bernard's! The thought was utterly ludicrous, but nonetheless, Amanda was certain she was right! Wasn't it Sir Arthur Conan Doyle who stated, "After you have eliminated all the possibilities, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth"? It explained everything - the strange jiggling ass she had seen on his body and the outline of a female mound she had seen below it, the unexplained smells of pussy coming from him now and again, Bernard's eyes in Allison's face, his strange reclusiveness, and Allison's sudden disappearance, and equally sudden reappearance, here! He must have just completed the change, and from the look of fear in his eyes, it wasn't something he had wanted. The thought of Bernard's kind, sensitive soul in Amanda's smoking hot body caused Amanda's pussy to clench tightly in pleasure, and she could her juices flowing, moistening her panties. Could anything arouse her further? Her cream flowed freely, and she bolted for the bathroom, her clit painfully swollen. She would confront Bernard, she thought, but later... right now she had to deal with something urgent. She disappeared into the bathroom, one hand rubbing her crotch vigorously! Barely a minute later, the sounds of a woman moaning and panting in the throes of ecstacy could be heard through the door. *** Bernard entered the boutique, immediately smelling the subtle musk of used , but ...
    laundered, women's clothing. A cute little dark-haired girl at the counter chirped at her, "Looking for something in particular love? Need any help?" "No, I'm good..." he said, startled again by the soft contralto of his voice. "Actually, got any pants that I could get for 10$?" "Well, not pants, those go from 15$ upwards. But some of the skirts are 10$," she happily replied, snapping her gum. Bernard stared at her in dismay. Skirts? He couldn't wear a skirt, he was a guy. He immediately shook off the faulty reasoning. He wasn't a guy, at least not in appearance. (nor in function, a nasty part of his mind added). Why not a skirt? It wouldn't look out of place. But a skirt held special connotations to Bernard's male mind, that despite being in a female body, balked at wearing one. Connotations about being soft, curvy, sexy, feminine, and penetrable. His wet pussy twitched at the thought. He realized he was starting at the girl, who frowned and said, "What? They're good skirts! And a good deal!" Bernard simply shook his head, feeling his long blonde hair swish. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to stare," the sexy contralto voice said, "where are they?" The girl pointed at a rack and Bernard started going through them. He wanted something practical and unsexy, but passed over the grandma stuff, the female lower brain instinctively avoiding anything that might prevent Bernard from having a cock thrust into his yielding pussy. He realized what he was doing, flushing, and to his horror he ...
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