Michelle

A fantasy, all characters are 18

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When I was born, my penis announced to the world that my parents had a son. However, in the years that followed, the penis was the only male feature that my little body offered as far as masculine features.

By the time I was eighteen and a senior in high school, everything about my physical body screamed a semi-flat-chested senior girl. My body's muscular structure, my face, everything about me was as androgynous as it could get without having a vagina.

Luckily for me, what I lacked in male athletic ability, I more than made up for in female athletic ability. Oh, and I'm smart, genius smart. As a result, I managed to navigate my informative years with considerable ease.

It was also during my senior year that I discovered that I was gay. If you think about it, why wouldn't I be attracted to men? I am, after all, built like a woman.

Throughout my high school career, I was single-handedly responsible for our high school football team winning back-to-back state championships. I kept our star athlete eligible for competition by ensuring he completed his classwork with passing grades that were more than adequate.

I did his work for him.

It was a dirty little secret that was the worst-kept secret in the school. The fact that his daily grades were impeccable and his final test scores were trash never caused anyone to ask why. Nobody cared as long as Devon Simms played on Friday nights.

Growing up together, Devon and I were really good friends, and when his coaches approached me in high school about helping him out, it only made us closer.

Because of this, I became one of the cool kids. Nobody picked on me; trust me, there was a lot to make fun of. In my senior year, I was barely five feet tall and weighed 120 pounds, soaking wet.

However, my legs and my ass were a work of art. I worked hard at developing my perfectly petite tiny ass and I wasn't going to have a fine ass without the gorgeous legs to match. All in all, I was beyond proud of my little tight body.

I noticed the summer before my senior year that I was developing breasts. They constantly ached, and by the time we came back from Christmas break, I started wearing a beginner's bra.

I also had a flat stomach, and my obliques defined my midsection, forming a perfect V shape that extended down to my lower abdomen.

Did I mention that I'm pretty? I was then and still am. In my senior year, I kept my hair at shoulder length and started using a touch of makeup.

Again, I was one of the most popular kids in school, and I could get away with anything. I say all of this not to brag on myself but to give you an idea of who I was and what I looked like and how I came to be the person that I'm going to tell you about.

Which brings me to one fateful day, mid-April of my senior year, the moment that would change my life forever.

It was the day that I decided to go all-girl. As I said earlier, I'd turned eighteen before the Christmas break, and by this point, no more barriers were keeping me from what I'd been wanting to do since break, which was to dress like a girl in school.

I figured, why not?

I'd worn a pretty outfit, which gave me a professional yet preppy, rich-girl appearance. Dressy pants and a cute professional top, complete with a big lace bow around my neck. Cute three-inch heels and a lacy beginner's bra with matching panties.

I guess things had been building up to this day.

For months, I'd been researching and soul searching, what was it that I was looking for? First of all, I liked guys, and it was a conclusion that I didn't come to lightly.

For years, I tried to be attracted to girls, but I could never get past the feeling that I wanted to be one of them, not date one of them.

But coming from a conservative area with very strict conservative parents, I couldn't see myself being anything other than my parents' son.

My father is a respected member of the community. A bishop at our church, a respected attorney who had started his career as a district attorney, and my mother, a member of the school board and the best real estate agent in town.

They didn't leave me much room to be different.

Once I turned eighteen, I knew that no matter what my decisions were, they were my own, and it was on that day that I accepted who I was. Weeks later, I told my mom and dad.

"I'm gay," I said to them after dinner one night. "But if it will make you feel any better, I don't consider myself a boy."

I explained to them that I'd tried to be their son and live a boy's life, but I never felt like I was a boy. I explained that once I accepted who I was, it was as if a heavy weight had been lifted off my shoulders.

"I mean, c'mon, mom, dad. Look at me, what do you see?"

It was a heavy emotional night, and they accepted me for who I am from the very beginning. Most of the evening was spent making sure that I understood that they loved me and I'd never given them any reason to doubt me. If this is what I felt deep down inside, then they were with me.

My mother said, "I'd always wanted a daughter and now I have one."

Then my father chipped in, "I'm a girl, Dad, how cool is that!"

My mother and I have become closer, and my father loves complaining about how much money my mother and I spend on our shopping sprees. So, yeah, I felt that it was time for me to go public, so I did.

The day started with me at the center of the storm.

Heads turned, whispers were rampant all around me, but those who considered themselves my friends were very supportive of me.

By lunch, the school was all smiles, and my table was ecstatic. I sat there and answered all their questions. Then Devon, the jerk, asked the question that resonated the loudest.

"I get it that you feel like you're a girl and not a guy. We all knew that you were different, I mean, c'mon, look at you."

I took a deep breath and held it because I already knew what he was going to ask. It would be my first moment of truth. Was I going to be true to myself, or was I going to take the easy road and lie?

"Does this mean you like boys or are you lesbian?"

You could have heard a pin drop, but as it was, you could still hear the workers in the cafeteria kitchen washing dishes. It was as if the entire school heard the question.

You could hear the loud silence and anticipation for my answer.

"Devon, there's nothing wrong with girls liking girls," I could hear the collective sitting at and around my table exhale when I said that.

"But, no. I'm not into girls. I'm like most girls, I like boys." That's when I heard that same collective, those around us, audibly gasp.

Devon responded instantly but from the time that I said what I said to the time for him to speak felt like a fucking eternity.

But he saved me.

"Awesome," he said with a smile. "At least you're not a complete freakshow, not that girls liking girls is bad."

Everyone within earshot of our table let out a roar of laughter.

Then, Mr. Football gets up and pulls me out of my chair, hugging me, before walking away. I'd received the blessing of the biggest man on campus, as one would say.

All was good, and then...

I was in my last class of the school day and had just finished cataloging the football team's film from the previous season. The price I paid for creating a highlight video of the school's best player.

I had made a highlight tape for Devon after the football season so he could showcase his status as a five-star recruit and help him secure a full scholarship and top dollar in NIL money to kick-start his football career.

"Hey, are you alone?" I recognized the voice behind me, but I still jumped out of my skin.

"Fucking hell! Devon! You scared the fuck out of me!" I barked at him.

"Shut up, are you alone?"

"Yes, asshole, I'm alone," I said, looking up at him.

He smiled, turned, and locked the door behind him, then he walked up to me, slipped his arm under my arm and behind my back, pulled me up to my tiptoes, and kissed me!"

He kissed me!

I'd attended school with Devon since middle school and considered him my best guy friend. Devon had more girlfriends than any guy I'd ever known, and he was kissing me!?

My first reaction was to put the palms of my hands against his chest and push him off me. The thing was, Devon was six feet two inches or so at that time and weighed two-ten, two-fifteen?

It didn't matter how much I pushed; he wasn't budging, and the longer he kissed me, the more I gave in to him. In seconds, my mouth had opened, and I was enthusiastically accepting his tongue into my mouth.

Moments later, I was moaning, and I was no longer fighting him.

He reached down and started unfastening my shiny new pants. When he peeled them back, past my hips, he must've felt the smooth material from my panties and stepped back to get a good look at me.

I started to blush, and then I glanced down for a split second. My little cocklett was drooling precum as it rested over my tiny balls. My cock could never become erect.

I don't know why, it just doesn't.

Even when I masturbated, it remains flaccid while I rub it with my index finger and thumb to orgasm, and right at that moment, my one-and-a-half-inch cock was completely flaccid and completely turned on.

In a blink, Devon had my pants and panties down to my ankles and had me turned around and leaning over a student desk.

"Spread your cheeks, babe."

Two things, it felt odd having him call me babe and it felt hot and crazy that I immediately reached back and grabbed my asscheeks and spread them wide for him.

It was as if I was having an out of body experience at that moment, I grabbed my asscheeks with my own hands! He somehow scrunched down in what must have looked like a great Dane about to hump a little corgi.

He must have slobbered over his fingers because that was the next sensation that I felt. His wet, slimy fingers were in the crack of my tight ass and pushing against my virgin asshole.

I began to panic, but I didn't make an effort to stop him. No, instead, I held my asscheeks open. Keeping my balance while leaning forward and pushing my ass back and upwards until I felt the head of his massive, and it was massive, cock head.

Without any hesitation, he pushed that monstrosity into me. No, "Heads up!" No, "Here it comes," he just shoved it into me.

I moaned-yelled-groaned in my squeaky voice out loud, and just like that, Devon began to fuck me. It hurt so much, and I loved it all the more.

I began to cry as he fucked me, and at the same time, I pushed my ass back to meet his thrusts. I came so hard within minutes of him fucking me.

My entire body began to quiver, and that must have set him off because he let out a guttural growl and began to dump load after load of cum into my tight, now nonvirgin ass.

I collapsed on top of the desk, and Devon collapsed on top of me, doing his damndest to balance himself so as not to topple the desk over and bring us crashing down to the floor!

His mouth was over my ear, his face pressing down on mine. He was gasping for air as if he'd just run one of his classic long runs for a touchdown.

When he'd entered the room, there were fifteen minutes till the next bell. The entire event took less than ten minutes from beginning to end. He kissed my cheek, then gathered himself and stood up.

"Let me help you, babe," he said with kindness in his voice as he first pulled my panties up over my hips and then my new shiny pants up to my hips, giving me a chance to stand up on my own before slipping them up and over my hips.

I'd subconsciously wrapped my arms around his neck as he buttoned them and pulled up the zipper.

He then pulled me into his arms and lifted me. I wrapped my arms around his neck and also buried my face into his neck. Then I locked my legs onto his waist.

He sat me down at the teacher's desk and then pulled back enough to allow himself to kiss me some more.

"Hey," he whispered as he pulled back to look into my eyes.

"You're my girl now, you understand?" Telling me more than asking me.

I smiled and nodded yes, then I leaned back into him, burying my face into his shirt. He pulled me back and used his t-shirt to wipe the tears from my face.

"Are you ok?" he timidly asked. I nodded yes with a wistful smile, "C'mon, get yourself together, the end-of-class bell is about to ring."

With that, he stepped back and away from me, and then he walked out of the room with the bell ringing as the door closed behind him on its own.

And that's how it all began.

The first day that I came out publicly, I was already fornicating like the most promiscuous girl that's ever attended my high school!

Ok, maybe I exaggerate, but am I? Exaggerating?

I grabbed my things, made a beeline to the bathroom, and locked myself in a stall. I picked my feet up so nobody could tell that I was in there, which was a stupid move, thinking back on it now.

Somebody could have tried to push the stall door open, thinking that no one was in there, but never mind about that.

After I was sure that the bathroom was empty, I pulled my pants down, and Devon's cum began to flood out of me. I didn't have to push at first, and the sensation that it gave me caused me to quiver and spasm involuntarily.

I even moaned, for God's sake!

When I finished, I got myself together, washed my face, and headed to my car in the parking lot.

Later that night, as I lay awake in bed, I finally started to get a grasp on my thoughts. Growing up, there were always those who would snicker at me and even make fun of me. I'm not exaggerating when I say that there was never a masculine appearance to me, ever.

Someone always had a backhanded compliment loaded for me or would say some outlandish shit to me growing up. As I grew older and started developing friendships with the more popular students, those incidents became increasingly rare.

Devon was he only one who never, not once, said anything critical of me. He never made fun of me, not one backhanded compliment. He was the only one who had my back over the years. Now we were both eighteen, and he still gets me.

I was a month away from graduation. Eighteen years old and preparing to move to the city for university, having discovered my sexuality, and no, not because of Devon. Devon was just the exclamation point, period, to what I'd already concluded for myself.

Here I was, a month from graduating, and I had a love interest. I smiled and rolled onto my side, and for the first time, I couldn't wait to go to school in the morning.

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There's a funny thing about me that I'll share with you; as if I haven't shared enough. There is one other thing about me that is masculine besides my tiny cock and balls.

My filthy mind.

On the outside, I sound like a girl with a sweet voice, all natural. I carry myself and my mannerisms like a girl. It has always been an easy target for those who wanted to make fun of me. But my thoughts?

If my mouth spewed the shit that goes on inside my head, I would no longer be considered to be a sweet innocent young lady.

I will be quick to motherfuck an individual mentally. I cuss like a sailor on leave, in my mind. I will push an old lady down a flight of stairs, in my mind.

When someone pisses me off, I will huff and puff but I always look to avoid physical confrontation. Not that I can't take care of myself against someone close to my size and weight, I would just rather not.

But mentally? Oh, in my mind, I can think of a hundred ways to hurt someone, but I don't. And since yesterday, I lost my virginity, but in my mind?

Devon fucked me like he owned me, his cock split me open and hurt so much that my little cocklett hasn't stopped thinking about his massive cock since because it felt so fucking awesome.

It wasn't how I'd imagined myself losing my virginity, but if I'm being honest, it's precisely how I imagined being fucked. I know what you're thinking, and you're right. There's something wrong with me.

Having said all that, I got dressed for another day, and my little hole was bruised and puffy; it wasn't pink; it was most definitely a blueish purple. The discomfort was minimal.

I decided to wear girls' jeans and a cute little soft pink blouse that my mother picked out for me over the weekend.

A pair of white Nikes, and it goes without saying, a pair of really pretty white lace panties, even my ugly beginner bra looked halfway decent on me.

I put my hair in a ponytail and touched up my face with a bit of makeup. Without my hair to cover my face, it was a lot more noticeable than the day before. Even though I wasn't wearing a lot of makeup, I made sure the layering was perfect.

"I see we had a good coming-out day yesterday. You look beautiful, princess," my father declared.

"Nice touch with your makeup, sweety, not too much, just enough," my mother said as she placed my toast on the breakfast bar and kissed my cheek.

"Am I right? You had a good day yesterday... daughter?" My father's pause before calling me his daughter did not go unnoticed by me.

"Thank you, Daddy, for your concern," I said to him as I grabbed my toast, making my way around the breakfast bar and kissing him on the cheek in passing.

"Yes, I had a good day," I said with a smile.

We said our goodbyes, and off I went to school. I was determined to maintain my morning ritual. No sense in changing anything after all; nobody knew about yesterday except for Devon and me.

I won't lie; I was really anxious to see how Devon would treat me. Walking into the cafeteria, I quickly saw everyone gathered at our usual table. Penny was there, along with her little groupies, as well as Devon and his group.

"Very nice outfit, and your makeup is so good. Did you apply it yourself... Michelle?" Penny hesitantly asked. The other girls waited to hear my response.

"Wow, everything happened so fast yesterday. Yes, I'm changing my name to Michelle from Michael." I declared to everyone within earshot. "And thank you, and yes, I do my makeup. My mom taught me."

In that instant, I found myself in foreign territory. For years, I was sitting on the opposite side of the table; where all the guys sit. Now I was being pulled to the other side of the table, being bombarded with questions about my fashion and makeup. Was I going to have my hair done, etc.

My head was spinning when, once again, Devon saved me.

"Hey, bell's about to ring. C'mon, let's go, I'll walk you to your class."

I smiled at all the girls who had surrounded me, and on cue, they made way for me to go towards Devon. Everyone was all smiles as they took turns glancing in his direction and then mine.

I was new to this dynamic, and if I'm being honest, I was a bit overwhelmed.

Devon waited for me, then put his hand on my shoulder, leaned down, and kissed my cheek. I could've died right there and then. But I held it together and took it in stride.

When I started to walk away, leaving everyone behind. Without looking back, I knew that we'd just set off a five-alarm gossip fire.

"They're talking about us, aren't they?" I asked Devon.

"They're talking about something, and yeah, you might be right," Devon responded, having turned around to observe them as we kept walking away.

"Do you know what you're doing?" I asked with a worried tone in my voice.

Walking side by side, I held onto my organizer and carried my backpack over my left shoulder, and Devon was next to me with his backpack over his right shoulder.

Both of us looked down at our feet; I had become nervous for both of us. That's when he began explaining himself to me.

"I've liked you since I first met you. I knew that you were my best friend from the beginning," he paused as we continued walking.

"Then, last year, I started to get confused about how I felt about you. Then this year, I noticed that after the Christmas break, something changed about you, but I left you alone."

When I heard him say that, he touched my heart, and it took everything that I had not to cry. 'God, I'm such a whiny little girl!' I thought to myself.

"I figured you'd tell me when you were ready. Now you're wearing makeup and girls' clothes. You're developing breasts, so yeah, now, I think I could like you like a girlfriend."

When we reached the doorway to my first class, I turned and looked up at him. He was serious and scared. So was I.

"See you at lunch," he said. Then he leaned down and kissed my cheek again. He turned and walked away, leaving me and my entire class in silent awe.

Luckily for me, I'm pretty much done with high school. I'm taking my first-period class as a filler. I met the credit requirements needed to graduate earlier in the year. The only reason I continued attending class was because my parents wanted me to be in school.

I didn't want to start university in December, so I stayed in high school. And yes, I also wanted to be there for Devon. I wanted watch him win another state title for the school in football.

"What the fuck was that," Dawn asked me.

"What?" I replied.

"Don't, Michael, what was that?" she insisted.

"I don't know, I honestly don't know, and it's Michelle now."

"When did the two of you start dating or going together or whatever in the fuck it is that you're doing with the finest motherfucker in school?!" To say that she was exasperated would be putting it mildly.

"For him to be kissing you? A guy who looks and dresses like a girl?"

It was a valid question, and had it not been coming from my best girlfriend, I would've told her to go fuck herself.

"Dawn, I don't know. Look, this is new to both of us. Could you be my friend for now?"

"Yeah, sure, sure..." she said. "But we're going to talk later... Michelle." The bougie way she said my name let me know that she had questions.

Before she could continue, she was shushed into silence, and class had to go on.

As the morning went on, I started to notice more side-eye looks in my direction. A lot more than usual. It was as if I could hear and feel a crescendo of noise building, and by the time I made it to lunch, it was at a roar.

I was just about to walk into the cafeteria when Devon grabbed me from behind. I turned and looked up at him. He had a serious look on his face.

"Come on," he said.

Without even a second thought, I obediently followed. We quickly made our way past the front desk at the school's entrance. With all the commotion for lunch, nobody was monitoring the comings and goings at the front desk.

Before I knew it, I was getting into Devon's car.

"What are we doing?" I asked.

"Going to my place, I need some time alone with you." I didn't know what to say, so I said nothing.

My heart started racing; he was right, we did need some time alone. Things were moving entirely too fast. Everyone needed to mind their fucking business instead of trying to get into ours.

'Fucking cocksuckers!'

I told you, how I speak and behave on the outside is one thing, but inside, I was fuming. When we pulled into the driveway, we quickly made our way inside. We sat down on the living room couch next to each other.

Devon had his arm around me. I had my feet folded under me and my arms folded, pressing against his side under his arm.

"It's going to be ok," he said, placing his finger under my chin and turning my face upwards to face his.

All I could do was look at those big brown eyes and nod in the affirmative. Then he leaned down and kissed me. A soft, gentle kiss. The longer we held the kiss, the more passionate it became.

In no time, our clothes started to come off. I was lying on my back on the couch with my legs spread wide. My jeans were still on, but he'd pulled off my shirt, and his followed right after.

In that moment, as he hovered over me, my eyes took in his gorgeous upper body. His pecs, triceps, and washboard abs were more than enough to get my cocklett dripping. The way he stared at me lying there in my beginner's bra, I could see a look of hunger in his eyes.

He slipped his hand behind my back and, with a twist of his fingers, my bra unsnapped, and without missing a beat, he removed it from me and tossed it on the floor. His mouth found my small breasts, still in their infancy stage.

He devoured them, one then the other. My areolas ached with lust and soreness from being suckled harshly by his mouth. My nipples were as erect as they could be, and I'd started to moan.

Devon stood up, picking me up in his arms as he did. He carried me to the back of the house, to his room, and laid me down in the center of his bed.

He momentarily walked away, taking the few steps necessary to open his bedside drawer and pull out a large tube of KY. I was new to this and started to panic, but I was here, and a perverse lust had a hold on me. I couldn't stop what was about to happen even if I wanted to.

He stood before me and dropped his pants. His muscular legs and his full hips told me everything that I needed to know. Once Devon got inside of me, I would be at his mercy.

He stripped my jeans off me along with my panties, then quickly positioned his face over my crotch. My legs spread, and over his shoulders, he devoured my little cocklett and balls. The second that he took them into his mouth, I let out a loud groan.

His tongue was slobbering over both my balls and my tiny cock at the same time with lots of room to spare in his mouth. I started grinding my hips upwards to get his tongue to put pressure down on to my cock and balls.

When I was getting into it, he slid his mouth to my bruised asshole. He must have sensed how tender it was from the bruising he'd given me the day before.

He started gently.

The more he massaged my asshole with his tongue the more I relaxed. That's when he rose and pushed me further back on the bed so he could position himself on his knees, sitting back on his heels, my legs thrown over his thighs.

He squeezed a large dollop of jell from the tube down to my asshole. Then he closed it, tossed it to the side, and reached down with his left hand and started massaging my hole with his fingers.

In no time, he'd worked three fingers deep into me, and now he had me in a perverse state of mind. My mouth was gaping wide as I began to moan. My eyes fixated on his as I lay there holding my upper body up on my elbows.

Then he wiped his fingers on his comforter and grabbed his thick long cock in his hand positioned the head on my opening and with one gentle push he was inside of me.

He kept going until I could feel his balls on the bottom of my asscheeks. Then he fucked me.

Devon fucked me like he'd been sent to fuck me and only me in this world. He had me moaning, groaning. I whimpered and cried out. He fucked me gentle and then he fucked me hard until we both burst into orgasm.

My cum splashed in the direction that my flaccid cock was pointing which meant all over us. Devon filled my bowels with so much cum I could feel it fighting his thick shaft to escape me because it had no where else to turn to.

Then he collapsed on top of me. His cock deep inside of me, my legs spread as wide as they could spread lying flat on the bed either side of me.

When he finally rolled off of me, I could hear my asshole gurgling as his cum tried to make it's way out before I clinched my asshole tight or as tight as I could. I was partially dilated for a few seconds and a steadily little river of cum drooled down between my cheeks onto the bed.

As regained control of my asshole and it finally tightened, it let out a cute but loud queef. I'm a girl now, I thought to myself. It was a queef, not a fart.

The entire process took about half an hour. When Devon finally caught his breath and I regained control of my body, stopping the quivering and spasming, he announced that we had fifteen minutes to get back before lunch hour was over.

He ran down the hall to use the guest bathroom, and I got into his. I evacuated as much of his cum as I could and jumped into his shower, and quickly rinsed off. I Got dressed and we jumped in his car, Devon hit "Plaid speed" to get us back to school before anyone noticed us gone.

Presumably, we went to his place to talk about our dilemma but we returned to school, right back where we started.

Sort of, kind of...