Back to the Futanari (Pt. 02)

She brought me back to 1998. She was my queen. She was my guide to self-feminization. Over the past 10 years I went from a self-described panty-lover with some homosexual experimentation, mostly me on my knees giving oral to closeted homosexuals and/or sissies.

Now I am full-on secret sissy. I have a job, kids, and a real life as a man. I don't pursue relationships, with men or women, I am devoted to the sissy life. I masturbate, and that suffices my sex drive and embodies my sex life. She hasn't been part of my life for over 5 years, not in reality, but in my mind everything I do I imagine she is looking on, witnessing, and participating in my sissification. When I masturbate, her voice is in my ear, her eyes are looking at me, and her gentle touch encourages me.

Last week, she sent me an airline ticket to Portland, where she'd discovered a time portal back to 1998. In 1998 I was 27 and just out of a relationship. It was a traumatic loss when J left me. J was of the mind that everyone secretly imagined, if not fantasized, about being their gender opposite. J was the first woman with whom I'd shared my affinity for women's lingerie. She fostered this trait and we explored what it would be like if I were the woman and she the man.

I got on the flight to Portland not knowing that she'd be taking me back to 1998, I never would have gotten on the flight if she'd told me that's where/when we were going.

After going through the portal we drove down to my apartment in Long Beach. I say my apartment, but it was my apartment when I was 27. I'm 54 now, and showing up at my younger self's apartment on a sunny Saturday morning felt a little like knocking on the door of a complete stranger.

She, A I'll call her, had already acquainted herself with my younger self. She knew all about my life and my past and she knew that I'd been struggling to recover from my newly-found single status. Working long hours, going home and dressing up in panties, and then falling asleep after masturbating. She met him at the local pub I used to frequent. She knew precisely how to seduce me/him (my younger self). The second time she met him at the pub, they'd gone to his apartment.

He (I, my younger self) revealed everything to her with minimal effort on her part. She only had to show interest, and he gave himself to her. I understood this because when A and I met in my timeline, I was 44 and gave myself to her without reserve. Within a year of meeting her I was depilating my body, painting my nails, doing makeup, I'd bought a wig, heels, and making short videos of myself for her. I even sucked cock for her.

So, I knew how powerful she was and knew that she would wield her powers on my younger, much more vulnerable self with efficiency and precision. He (me, my younger self) had sucked her futa cock on that first night they'd gone to his apartment.

When A crosses through the time portal she is transformed into a futa with a long and gorgeous cut cock with a full smooth scrotum that is fully functional in all manner of ways.

I was a natural submissive, even at 27, when I considered myself all man. Even with all the experimentation I'd done with J, I never would have considered sucking a real cock, that didn't come until I was in my late 30s. But A's womanly body, her beautiful ass, her shapely legs, her full breasts, and her cold eyes accompanied by her glorious cock and balls were no match for my masculine veneer.

When they arrived at my apartment that first night, she told him to get into his favorite outfit and wait for her in his/my bed. She went to his bathroom, found his Leg Show magazine collection and the two editions wherein he'd published two stories, and readied herself. She wore a long sheer night gown, a pair of Vanity Fair sheer nylon/polyester full-bottom, white panties, and a pair of Saint Laurent satin black heels. The shape of her body and the way her gown draped over her curvy body hid her panty bulge but only long enough for me/my younger self to take her in.

I/he was lying in my/his bed, covered by a big goose down comforter that hid my satin pink chemise, open-bottom satin girdle, pink Vanity Fair panties, and Wolford thigh-high stockings. When she entered his room, she stood and watched him. She didn't speak. She used her fingers to sway her long, double-slitted gown before her, and she watched him until the silence was too much for him to bear. When he tried to speak, she simply shook her head slowly back and forth until he stopped.

She shifted her gown slowly back and forth in front of her, allowing slight glimpses of her panties. She was a statue of silk, satin, and power. He took all of her in from her burgundy painted nails, her satin black heels, her full matching burgundy lipstick, and her eyes. He tried, fruitlessly, to avoid her panties, but it soon became the sole focus of his attention. She lifted her gown until she exposed herself to him, and she stood before him, her now bulging Vanity Fairs and tanned, shapely legs were framed by the hanging, silky gown that fell along her backside. It was then that he realized what he was looking at. Her panty bulge was exquisitely sexy and altogether feminine. Spontaneously, he threw off his covers and crawled on his knees over his bed and lay on his stomach before her.

A had told me this and all of their other exploits on the drive down the California coast. She also prepared me for my introduction to my younger self. She groomed me into a maternal, mature femme. Going through the time portal had affected my body as well. My hips widened, my cock and balls grew, and I blossomed a pair of D's with stiff pink nipples. My face was rounded, and my hair on my body disappeared. My hair on my head grew long with soft, lazy curls, and my eyebrows reshaped to fit my feminine features. I was a big, mature tranny shemale that A ensured conveyed confidence and power, rather than drag queen and trashy. My cock had grown significantly and I could suck it in the sitting position. A forced me to suckle on myself the whole time we drove down the coast. She enjoyed watching me casually suckling myself in the passenger seat, giving all passing vehicles and their occupants a show.

A's futa cock was as big as mine and when she needed relief from driving, she too pulled her massive cock out of her panties and up to her lips and sucked herself slowly and liesurely without haste or urgency. We both knew the joy of denial and restraint and relished in suckling and drinking our cocks and ever-flowing precum.

We arrived at my/his apartment Saturday morning. We waited in the car until it was certain he was home and his neighbors were away.

A rang his (my younger self's) doorbell. O (that's me, my younger self) opened the door. He was fully naked, smoothly deplilated from the head down, his face was smoothly shaven, his body gleamed with baby oil. He was as I remember I was, slim, svelte, strong, but not muscular, with a flat stomach. His lower body looked like a young woman's, except for his smooth and slick cock that stood out straight and slightly upward with youthful vigor. He was smooth and slick and he looked like a boy. I remember how my body reminded me of a woman's body when I shaved. I remembered looking at myself in a full-length mirror, wearing a chemise and panties and turning and swishing around and how I would imagine that I was a woman. Now, as I stood in the door way I could see it and he looked like a perfect femme boy sissy. I/he looked so desperate for cock and I wanted to give it too him.

A and I stood in his doorway just outside and we watched me/him.

"Stroke your clit O," A said with a familiar commanding, yet female tone. He/I blushed, looked down at himself and began.

"Slowly," A said. "Only your finger, under the tip, rub yourself like it's your clit so O can see how you've learned to touch yourself properly, the way she likes."

She was calling me she. Clearly A had filled him in on what was coming. He seemed to shake with anticipation.

"Now slowly, drag the tip of your finger down the center of your shaft to your pussy and then back up. When you inevitably force out a pearl of precum, use the tip of your finger to gather it up and paint your lips with it."

We watched him/me perform this act with seasoned skill. It was then I noticed the pink satin ribbon wrapped around his neck and tied in a tiny bow to cover his Adam's apple. He looked like an utterly desperate sissy slut. His body glistened, his cock was stiff as I remember I used to get, his pink pussy-balls were oiled and slick and they gesticulated up and into his body. I was salivating and wanted to suckle his reddening tip like a whore but I restrained myself and knew A would guide this day for us both.

"Good sissy boy," A said and then began laughing. Then O began laughing, and then I began laughing. "Invite us in, honey."

He ushered us in, and they hugged one another, and I saw A reach down and stroke him. She used the tips of her finger to grind into his smooth balls, what she, and me, call our pussy. She used her hands as if she knew everything about his body. As she fingered his pussy, the underside of his clit grazed her wrist and forearm and he humped into her hand and arm and I could hear him moaning like a woman.

A, vascilated between his eyes and mine as she kissed his lipstick-painted mouth. I was fascinated watching this young man who was me, as he moved his body to allow all of the tingly feeling to course through him. I walked slowly around them until I stood behind him, and I couldn't resist. I knew my body, and I wanted to touch it. I slid a slow finger along his ass crack and nestled it slowly inside until I felt my warm oiled hole and I swirled my finger around it, over it, and against it as he tried to press himself back into my searching fingers and up into A's stroking fingers.

I was compelled, and A's eyes told me what to do, and I began kissing my younger self's neck. I licked along his spine as it ran up the back of his neck. My tongue salivated, and the wrongfulness of it all urged me forward, and I dragged my tongue along his sweet young and oiled skin until I found the back of his ears. I knew this place was one of my most irresistible erogenous zones, and I breathed hot breath and slid wet tongue around my ear, licking and breathing. I heard my younger self moaning, sighing deeply, his body began to shake, and I looked into A's eyes as she was using her own wet and painted lips to smother his mouth and lips, and it occurred to me that we were like two vampires devouring their prey.

I knew myself and I knew this is what I wanted. The strangeness of it made me hungrier, and I wanted more. A began to shift her attention slowly migrating toward his chin and neck. She untied the pink satin bow and used her tongue and her hot breath to devour him. And despite myself and my morality I shifted my focus and my body position and my soft hands replaced A's on my/his clit and pussy and my lips and mouth replaced her lips and mouth and my younger self and me began making out like sissies do. We were devouring one another and I used my fingers only the way I know how and I flicked his tip, slapped his pussy, ground my finger tips into his perineum and all manner of variation that occurred to me. I toyed with myself and his body surrendered to me. I was pulling every string on my younger self's libido and wanted him to moan louder and sigh deeper. I could feel his mouth salivating, like it was dripping into my own mouth and I sucked the tip of my own tongue and dragged my tongue along his lips, teeth, and gums.

A was behind me/him now and she was fingering his oiled asshole and I was fingering his pussy and both our mouths were slickening his skin, neck, ears, and lips. My younger self was shaking and moaning, and when A released him, I did as well, and he stood between us with the lost and hopeless look I knew all too well. I looked down at my/his clit and it was standing straight up and a stream of precum was sliding downward toward his smooth pussy. I couldn't resist and knelt before myself and with my full, flat, and softened tongue, glided it over his utterly full, and hairless balls, up his shaft, using his flat stomach as support, slid slowly up, watching as the pearl of precum became a tiny marble and when I reached his tip I took his full length into my mouth and throat before releasing him, standing up and kissing myself on the mouth.