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My Wish Came True (tg, fant)
by Christy
Although I wouldn't trade being a woman for anything in the world, I have
always been more then a bit curious about what it would be like to have a
penis for a couple of days. I fantasized about it and wished for it for
as long as I can remember.
***
I need to start this story by describing myself. You need to know me to
share my "experience". To enjoy this you will have to open yourself to
the unexplainable and immerse yourself in the erotic possibilities of
the mind. Please journey with me through my days of discovery. Feel my
confusion, my anxiety and my arousal. Share my surprise, my horror and
my delight. Laugh with me, cum with me and allow yourself to feel the
excitement of this new experience and predicaments that arise from
having a wish mysteriously fulfilled.
So on with a brief sketch of me. I am a 31 year old woman. I will not be
shy or modest in my description of myself. I want you to see me clearly,
accurately. I am 5'4", 118 pounds. My auburn hair is shoulder length and
very thick, straight and shinny . My face is pretty in a very gentle
delicate way. My eyes are large, almond shaped and jade green in color,
my complexion very light with a sprinkling of pale freckles across the
cheeks. I was blessed with a lovely body and work out regularly to keep
it in top form. My breasts are large for my small frame(34D) with rosy
pink nipples that extend like little pinkies when aroused. They are very
sensitive and responsive to erotic stimulation and I find my fingers
teasing them more often then I care to admit. I have a very full active
life and a great job but I must say that my sexuality is my center. I
think that I enjoy my own body at least as much as any of the men I have
been involved. My sex life is quite active but no matter how much sex I
have with others I still usually masturbate at least once a day. I love
that solitary pleasure and the time to let my fantasies run wild and
free.
I love being a woman - every part of it but have so often marveled about
what it must be like to have penis. I have no desire to be man but have
always wished that I could have a penis of my own for a day or two just
to see what it would feel like to have something so big jutting from my
body, sometime with a mind of it own - aroused by so many sights,
thoughts and feeling, and so obvious about it! To me, an erect penis is
the ultimate erotic symbol, so big and so hard, sticking out so proudly
proclaiming it's sexuality.
The sight of a man masturbating, to me is one of the sexiest things in
the world - him alone with his hungry, demanding penis, glorying in its
sexuality, proudly stroking it, playing with it - feeling the power of
his sex, his penis actually taking center stage in his mind as he brings
himself such intense pleasure. I have idolized the horny, erect penis
since my earliest recollections, much to my many boyfriends delight!.
And I wanted so much to feel what it was like to have one of those big,
horny penises of my own (but only on a very temporary basis). I adore my
pussy and delight in the feeling of being filled by a man.
Although I have never had the opportunity to act on my bi curious
feelings I am very visually turned on by women as well as men. I love
leafing through Penthouse and other adult "men's" magazines. I
especially enjoy Club with it's photos of couples and 3somes. I feel
like a kid in a candy store as I look at these photos, trying to decide
what I would do first if there - suck that hard cock, fondle a sexy tit
and flick the nipple with my tongue - so many possibilities. Looking at
a picture of a nice swollen, wet pussy brings so many sexy ideas to my
head! I want to touch it and lick it - devour it but also I have longed
to know what it feels like to man to sink his cock into a tight honey
pot.
I have thought of about all of this so many times and masturbated to the
idea of a "48 hour cock" many, many times. Of course I never thought in
a million years that it could ever come true. But it did and I want to
share with you what it was like and the things that I learned. I will
tell you from the start that I am very happy to have my sweet pussy back
and love and appreciate it even more after this experience. I think that
I envy men their prize possession even more now that I did before but
feel much more sympathetic to them also.
It all started on Friday morning
But when I woke up this morning I felt so strange. I was sleeping on my
belly and had this very aroused feeling that I didn't recognize as I was
waking up. I ground against the mattress in my half asleep state to
satisfy my dreamy lust but something was so different. Something was
rubbing my stomach - were the blankets bunched up under me? I squirmed
around, still half a sleep and felt a sensation that I never had felt
before, and urgency that was exquisite yet uncomfortable enough to wake
me more. I rolled over and it felt like my pussy was turning inside out.
I reached down to touch it and screamed in horror, amazement - my God
what was happening to me?
I sat up and yanked the covers back. I must still be asleep. This has to
be a very weird dream. I had a penis! It was bobbing in front of me as I
moved around the bed, trying to figure out what was happening to me. I
couldn't believe my eyes. I reached down and touched it. It was very
hard and very big. I sat there staring at it. My fingers barely brushing
it sent shivers all over. It all felt too real to be a dream. My eyes
were open and I was looking down at a very erect penis. I had to get up
and look in the mirror. The sensation of this erection moving up and
down as I walked across the room was so strange. All I wanted to do was
grab it. It was almost as though it were demanding my attention. It
would have to wait. I had to see myself to believe this.
The refection that greeted me in the mirror was so surreal. I tried to
take the image in slowly - top to bottom. I looked the same everywhere
else. My long, auburn hair was tousled as it always is in the morning.
My face was the same, my body - by tits stood out firm and proud and big
as ever, nipples very erect, slim, waist, delicate curves - but I had a
very large, erect penis jutting out in front of me and a set a fuzzy
balls ticking the inside of my thighs. I stopped thinking. I was
overwhelmed by the sensation I was feeling and the intensely erotic,
though strange way it looked to an erect penis attached to my very
obviously feminine body. I just stared at myself from all different
angles. I still thought it was a dream and I wasn't ready to wake up.
There was an envelope attached to my mirror. I was in a daze about
everything. Who would leave a note on my mirror? Who had been here? The
confusion had dampened my arousal and I looked down and saw "my penis"
hanging down in front of me. The weight of it felt so odd. Just read the
note I told myself I told myself. Make sense of that at least.
I pulled the envelope from the mirror. The scent of jasmine filled the
air. The note was written in gold ink with the most beautiful
handwriting I have ever seen. It said:
My dear, sweet Christy,
You have repeatedly wished to experience what it is would be like to
have a penis for 48 hours. As you are already aware, your wish has been
granted but with a bit of twist. You will have a penis until you have
had 20 ejaculations. That could well happen in 48 hours given the fact
that you have also been given the stamina and drive a 16 year old. Since
this is so new to you we thought you should feel the urgency and need
that a young man experiences as he awakens to his sexuality. It will be
up to you how long you have this penis. You are in total control of how
long you will remain in this state. You may shorten or prolong the time
by the way you choose to space your orgasms. After your 20th ejaculation
you will fall into a deep, peaceful slumber and when you awake you will
be exactly as you were before this experience. This is a gift, have no
worries. You will experience much pleasure and learn a great deal. On
the other hand it could land you into many predicaments that you will
have to employ all of your creative abilities to navigate. Don't waste
time trying to figure this out because you can't. Just accept it and
behold the beauty of it. I assure you that after your 20th ejaculation
you will wake up just as you were when you went to bed last night. Stop
reading now! Time is wasting and you need to learn about your new
"friend".
Enjoy!!
No signature. My head was reeling. My wish! Fuck. Yes, I wished but
never thought it could possibly come true. If I did maybe I would have
thought twice about wishing for it! It felt so strange and looked so out
of place on me. I was more confused then ever. I couldn't think anymore
right now.
All I knew was that I had to pee so badly right them. As I walked to the
bathroom I realized that I was going to have to aim this thing to pee. I
took hold of it and it started to get hard. "Not now!" I barked at it "I
have to pee!" I had to try so hard to push the piss out as I worked on
pushing this big hard thing down enough to hit the bowl. Ah, it finally
started and what a relief. Bladder empty, penis soft. So that was what a
piss hard- on felt like!. I could try to catch my breath now.
I was alternately aroused, amused and horrified at what was happening to
me. I kept telling myself it was a dream - enjoy your dream Christy. But
then there was the note. This was no dream. That was beginning to sink
in.
It was getting hard again. There was no denying how good it felt. I
could feel it stretch and I could feel the weight of it pulling against
me. It was so beautiful. I was touching it, exploring it like you would
a delicate china doll. Oh, but how it responded to these delicate
touches! It was tingling like my nipples do. They were tingling too but
they don't make themselves anywhere near this obvious and so blatantly
demand attention.
I lay back on the bed, propped up with pillows so I could see it. It had
flopped itself onto my belly with a thud when I laid down. I pushed it
so that it was standing up straight and let go of it so it would do it
again. Thud. What a strange and wonderful feeling! It was twitching as
it lay there on my belly. The tip was extended up past my navel. I
rolled it between my hand and my belly and as I pressed tight against me
I fingered the head as I would my clit. I pressed down on it with the
pads of my index and middle fingers and rubbed in circles. This was a
familiar sensation and it make it even harder. The first drop of precum
appeared at the slit. I pressed my fingertip to it and spread it all
over the engorged head then I brought my finger to my mouth to taste it.
The arousal I felt was so intense. It was so good, so sweet and so male
yet coming from my feminine body. I wrapped my hand around it and stood
it up so I could admire it. I squeezed it and felt it's hardness and
watched the big mushroom head flare. I sat straight up. I was so horny
and I had an idea. Could I touch my tits with it? I held it up and
leaned forward. I felt it poke at the underside of my right tit. The
head was nuzzled tight against my breast. I gently bounced my erection
against my tit. Seeing my tits jiggling from it and my nipples so hard
had me almost out of my mind. If it had been a bit longer I could
actually have titty fucked myself! I sat up straight again grabbed both
of my nipples and pulled and twisted them while I watched my penis
throb. In felt as though I didn't have enough hands. It all felt so good
but this penis was screaming for the lion share of attention now. Tit
play and exploration and experimentation would have to wait. I wanted to
just jerk off now. Just that though had me squirming. I layed back down
and grabbed the thick shaft and began to stroke it. It Oh, that felt so
good. I loved giving my boyfriends hand jobs, but to stroke a penis as I
had stroked theirs and actually feel what they had felt was
overwhelming. I was watching myself - I was masturbating "my penis"! It
was one of the most beautiful penises that I have ever seen. I was
stroking it slowly, tickling and teasing the head. This brought waves of
pleasure and even more arousal. I had fantasized about doing just this
so many times. But in my fantasies I would slowly explore, tease it,
watch it in wonder and let the feelings build over a long time before
allowing myself to cum. But this thing had a mind of it's own!. It was
pushing me. It tingled, it itched, it ached. Was this is how my
boyfriend feels when I tease his penis and make him wait to cum? What
exquisite torture! But what would it feel like to cum - to ejaculate? I
wanted to feel that now! I slid my hand more firmly up and down the
thick shaft and rubbed my thumb across the sensitive head with each
stroke. I could feel a tightening in my belly and in my ass. I reached
down and felt my balls. They were big and swollen and so tight in the
sac. Touching them make my cock throb and tingle even harder. It felt
enormous in my hand. It looked the same but it felt like it was getting
even bigger and the skin felt tighter and even more sensitive. I
couldn't have let go of it right then if my life depended on it. I had
to cum. I needed to cum so badly. I rubbed it fast and hard and it felt
like fire spreading through my groin and my belly. The ache was almost
unbearable but so intensely pleasurable. It was dripping all over my
hands. The feel of this warm, slippery fluid oozing from the tip aroused
me even more. The precum made my hand glide so easily up and down.
Faster and faster, one hand on my penis and the other alternately
pinching and twisting my hard nipples, bouncing my tits and then rubbing
my balls. The head turned an even deeper shade of purple. It was on
fire! I felt the explosion start in my ass - it pulled so tight, by
balls were churning and my hand was a blur - oh then it happened! Thick
long spurts of cum shot out of my penis as I pumped it harder. The
pleasure and release spread from my penis to my whole body. That feeling
of warmth and pleasure spreading from my belly to the rest of my body
was familiar but the feeling from "my penis" as it spurted cum were
unreal - new, addicting. I couldn't wait to do it again!
I lay there soaked in my own warm cum feeling my erection deflate and my
body relax along with it. . I dozed for a couple of minutes. When I
opened my eyes and couldn't believe the mess I has made!!! There was cum
all over the sheets and blankets. My tits were dripping with it. I
couldn't help laughing! This was not a dream. This sight was all too
real. I am going to here to learn to contain the cum a bit!
I got up and walked over to the dresser and reread the note. I really
did have a penis for the time being. Hum, I was still in shock but felt
exhilarated at the same time. There were so many things I wanted to try
with my new "friend". But how was I going to work this all out?
Suddenly practical concerns ran through my head. I was supposed to be at
work in an hour. . Could I hide it? Would I even be able to concentrate
with this new beautiful thing hanging between my legs? Did I want to
waste any of this time doing anything that interfered with enjoying my
"gift"?
And what about my boyfriend? What was I going to do about Michael? Do I
tell him or just avoid him until I was back to "myself"? He is the most
open minded and delightedly kinky men who I have ever been with and we
did really share an very special bond - but how do you tell your man
that you have temporarily sprouted a penis? And that yours is bigger
then his. This thing was going to be hard to hide.
Time to take a shower! Maybe it would help clear my head so I could
figure out what to next. I grabbed my robe and a towel on my way to the
bathroom. A shower always helped me focus and get started in the
morning. The warm water felt so good as I stood under it and let it soak
my hair. I scent of the shampoo and the feel of my fingers massaging my
scalp make me feel more relaxed. I stood there for such a long time,
just letting the warm water rinse my hair and clear my head. I stepped
back so that I could lather up. I have always loved the feel of my
slippery hands running over my body. I closed my eyes as I ran my warm,
slippery hands from my neck down my arms then across my chest. How I
loved the way my breasts jiggled as I ran my hand under and around them.
I was becoming very aware of that stretching feeling down below again. I
tried to ignore it. I had to get myself together and figure out what to
do about this situation! My body had other ideas though. I found myself
giving my nipples an extra little tweak on the way down to my belly. I
allowed myself to open my eyes and look down. This penis was stirring a
bit. It looked about half-hard. I really couldn't let myself get going
again right now. I had too much to do to get lost in this pleasure
again. I poured more shower gel into my hands and hips and down my ass.
I ran a soapy finger down the crack as I always did but was surprised
all over again when I felt those fussy balls from the rear. I quickly
pulled my hand away. This was not play time. I had to wash this thing
now. But how do I do that without having it get out of control again? I
took a deep breath and tried to just very matter of factly run my soapy
hand over it and give it a quick sudsing but the feel of it lengthening
and stiffening in my hands was almost more then I could bear. It really
needed to be touched and I really wanted to play with it. It felt so
different, so intense to feel that arousal and excitement outside of me
and to be able to wrap my hand around it. I was used to that tingle and
ache and longing deep inside my pussy. But I was feeling all of that
stretched out in my hand now. I ran both hands up and down the long
shaft watching the head flare as I squeezed behind it. I was mesmerized
by it. I started madly jerking it again, wanting to feel all of the
pleasure that I could. But suddenly I remembered how sore my pussy got
when I had gotten carried away playing with it in the shower, using soap
for lube. It burned like hell afterwards and I couldn't touch it for the
rest of the day. That stopped me!! I rinsed off and got out and dried
myself and put on my robe. At least I couldn't see it now. I needed to
concentrate.
One thing was for certain. There was no way I could go to work today. I
had to get used to this new "creature". I called my secretary and gave
her instructions for the day, telling her I was just not feeling myself
today and was taking the day off since I didn't have any meetings
scheduled.
Work was taken care of and the coffee was brewing. I had to call Donna.
I felt like I was going crazy. Was this all really happening? She was my
best friend. We have been close since college. We have shared every
sordid detail of our lives with each other. We have seen each other
through the best and worst of times. I knew I could trust her and I
needed to talk to someone. As I dialed her number at work I just I
prayed she would be able to get way and come over soon.
"Hello, Donna Simmons". Just hearing her voice made me feel better.
"Donna, it's Christy".
"Christy, are you okay. You sound kind of shaky hon".
"Donna, I need to see you as soon as possible. I can't talk about it on
the phone".
"Do you want to meet for lunch?"
"No. I can't. It has to be here. You will understand when you get here."
"Christy, are you okay? Are you in some kind of trouble".
"I am okay. It's just - something big has happened. I don't know if it's
wonderful, terrible or if I am just losing my mind. When can you get
away".
"Sweetie, will you be alright until about noon?"
"Yeah, I can do that". It was almost 10:00 now.
"Let me delegate all of this stuff out and I will get there as soon as I
can, noon at the latest! I promise and until then I am a phone call
away, okay?"
"Thanks Donna. I love you. You're the best."