Becoming Renju Pt. 01

This is a fictional story - a fantasy that I wanted to live. Please write to me with your feedback. This is chapter 1 and several chapters to follow.

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My mind started moving at a high pace when I boarded my flight from Dubai to Kochi. My first flight alone, that too Kerala a place I am not familiar. Though I am from Kerala, I was born and brought up in Dubai.

This trip was special for the reason that I have been thinking a lot in the recent past about me and my identity. I settled down in the business class of emirates and it was a fantastic one. I knew, now I have the rest 4 hours to think about my future, my plans.

I am an 18 year old boy, but with lot of difference. Though I am a boy, I had well developed breasts like a girl. Initially I dismissed as man boobs, but when it started growing considerably, I started hiding that by wearing a tight inner cloth and loose fitting outer. But the problem was not just that, I think I turned bisexual as well. While I enjoyed watching girls, porn etc, I also started enjoying men, I go through porn sites to see muscular men and these days I spend more time in watching blowjob videos vs normal porn. In the Blowjob video as well my focus is on the giver, the person who is getting blown, his muscles, his dick, balls and everything. I imagine myself in the receiving end giving that guy a blowjob, try to imagine the smell, the taste of precum and cum when they come in the mouth. I never tasted cum, but once tried to taste my own but could not get a proper taste.

As mentioned, I am equally get horny by looking at women, porn involving them but that has been going on for a very long time. Getting excited by men was a new thing and the funny part was I never get a hard on when I am watching men, but deep within I am excited and I want to see more. Once I even ejaculated without even being hard and opposite to that, I get hard and horny the moment I open the site for Women porn. I love videos of pussy licking, foreplay.

Coming back to the thought that I am going through, my name is Renjith and I wanted to be Renju. I want to live like a female - if not rest of my entire life, few months. So this was an opportunity that I was thinking, no one knows me in Kerala, so why not I live like a girl? Renju. Not sure when I slept off, I was awaken by the hostess when she brought me some food. I didn't like any and it was late in the night, so I settled for some juice and slept off.

I was awaken by the landing jerk when it landed in the Kochi airport. I got up and started packing my stuff and get ready to alight. It did not take much time for me to get the baggage and move out, I stepped out to get the first glimpse of Kochi, Kerala weather. Someone was expected to be there to receive me and most probably it will be the care taker Babu and I have seen him once on a video call.

As soon as I exited, I could see a board with my name, Renjith Menon written in that, I could see Babu holding it and smiling. Oh man, I got a shock of my life when I saw him as he was completely different that what I had expected. I was expecting a middle aged man but to my surprise Babu was young or looked in his 30s. He was almost 5'6" and well built. By looking at him, i could say he was very muscular and he works out in the gym. I had a twinkling between my legs when I saw observed him for 10 secs. I didn't want to embarrass by staring at him, he was wearing a white Mundu and a White shirt. The shirt was hugging his biceps, his chest and couple of buttons were open giving a decent view of his neckline and below.

I waved at him and started walking towards him, and then i observed he turned to a lady standing next to him. They both started walking to receive me. That's when I realized, that must be Smitha his wife, in her early 30s, beautiful eyes, well rounded figures and I would say very hot in the black saree that she was wearing. No one will ever say that they are the care takers, they were looking a modern couple who is in passionate love for each other.

I waved at them both, and after the initial greetings and handshakes, I started following them to the car.

"Let me get that," Babu said, taking my suitcase from me before I could protest.

"Thanks," I said.

Smitha grabbed my other carry bag. "I've got this one."

I had only a small bag with me. Babu left me and Smitha in the pickup zone and went to get the car-an Innova my parents had bought for errands. He came back in two or three minutes, and we started driving to Thrissur.

I was enjoying the scenery thoroughly. A fresh green wave stretched out in front of me. It was drizzling, and the view was mesmerizing. No wonder people call this God's own country.

On the way, they were busy asking me questions and talking about themselves.

"So, Renjith," Smitha said, turning to me from the front seat, "how was your flight?"

"Long," I admitted. "But good. First time traveling alone."

"You'll love it here," Babu said, glancing at me in the rearview mirror. "The house is beautiful."

We reached the house in about an hour and a half. It was early morning when we entered the palatial house. I really felt proud of what my parents had built. It was a great two-storied house with a huge adjoining property.

Babu quickly took me through the place. "Three rooms downstairs," he said, pointing, "and two rooms upstairs."

"There is also a swimming pool on the first floor," Smitha added. "Temperature controlled."

"And a gym next to your room," Babu said. "Very spacious, with a huge bed and a couch."

I looked around. My window opened to the swimming pool, and another window faced the gym. It was a modern, air-conditioned gym with all good amenities.

"Looks like this is where you work out," I said to Babu.

He nodded. "And Smitha too, sometimes."

Looking at her, it was easy to observe she had a toned body.

They left me in my room to relax. "Breakfast will be ready in an hour," Smitha said. "You can freshen up and come down."

"Thanks," I said.

I sat on the bed, a bit overwhelmed by what was happening. I was with two hot people just now-the kind of people I would have drooled over on porn sites.

I stood up. There was a full-length mirror on a cupboard, and I started undressing in front of it. I started seeing myself in a new place, a new mirror, and I felt different.

I was seeing a girl in the mirror-Renju. Beautiful round face, very fair. I wouldn't say a toned body, since I had put on weight to cover up my breasts. I removed my T-shirt and inner wear to release my breasts. They had grown further and were a good shape now. As good as the ones I saw in porn. Good-shaped breasts.

I started fiddling with them, feeling good about it. I removed my trousers and was just in my underwear, continuing like that for some time, looking at the mirror and enjoying being Renju.

I knew if I removed my underwear, I would be Renjith, and I would do that last.

Finally, I got fully naked and took a towel from the cupboard for a shower. I thought I would empty the luggage after the bath, though there weren't many clothes, since I was planning to do some cheap shopping in Kerala.

I had a nice shower in cold water in Kerala's warm weather. A nice sandalwood soap was there. I was smelling nice.

When I stepped out of the bath and came back to the room, I could see movement in the gym. Curious, I peeped through my window and saw Babu working out. Looks like he had just started. He was running on a treadmill, wearing tight shorts and a tight top, like athletes do.

I couldn't take my eyes off him. His hand muscles, his well-made body, maybe a six-pack. It was a treat for the eyes.

I started imagining his huge hands on my boobs, my butt, my thighs-me being a slave for him. Though I was the master to him, I wanted to reverse roles. I wanted to be a slave for him.

I didn't realize I was just in my towel, and he might see my breasts. I quickly grabbed a loose T-shirt and shorts so I could continue peeping through the window.

I continued to watch him, thinking he wouldn't see me. But little did I realize there was a mirror in front of him, and from a certain angle, he could clearly see me peeping through the window.

He turned, smiled at me, and waved, indicating I should come over.

Now I couldn't escape-that would look bad. I decided to go out. I wanted to be careful about my breasts hanging out loosely, very cautious with a loose T-shirt, making sure it wasn't sticking to my body.

I walked toward the gym and opened the gym door.

"Hey," Babu said, slowing the treadmill.

"Hey," I replied.

Though it was air-conditioned, I could see Babu was sweating. Drops were falling from his face, and his top and shorts were all wet from the sweat.

"Do you work out?" he asked.

"No," I said. "Used to work out earlier. These days, stopped."

"You should work out more often," he said, stepping off the treadmill. "Your body will get toned."

He started looking at my body from top to bottom. To my surprise, his eyes stopped at my chest. Somehow, I think the wind and the weather made out my breasts. He didn't take his eyes off, like a child looking at something and getting lost in the process.

I became very cautious and folded my arms to cover up, but it was too late.

"Looks like this needs a lot of work to get toned," he said, grinning. "I can get you toned in three months' time."

I took some courage and said, "I don't want to. I kind of like this way."

He smiled. "So what do you like?"

"I like the way I look," I said. "I know I'm a bit on the heavier side, but I kind of like it."

"Even I like the way you look," Babu said, stepping closer. "You are beautiful. And now it looks like you have more assets than what I had seen."

That swept me off the floor. This was the first time someone had told me I was beautiful. I smiled shyly.

Maybe Babu took that as an indication. He came close to me.

I could feel his sweat smell. I could see his toned body, the veins, the muscles. For the first time, I was seeing something so close, so alive. I was getting really horny but not hard.

I couldn't take my eyes off him. My gaze was locked with his eyes, his lips, his nose, and a bit of a glance to his chest, his shorts. I think he saw what was in my eyes and came closer, took my hand, and just held it while he looked into my eyes.

"You are beautiful," he said softly. "Looking at you, I am getting some wrong thoughts. Not sure if I am right. You are my boss, but I am getting pulled into you."

I smiled cheekily. It made me blush-the thought of Babu as my boyfriend, partner, or whatever you call him. Typical girl behavior.

I let my hand go loose, indicating that I was surrendering to this raw, manly power. I was ready to become his slave.

"I am sweaty and stinking," he said. "I will take a shower and come back here."

"That's fine," I said quickly. "I like this sweat and smell."

Babu was quick to react. He pulled me closer. My body and his body touched, and I felt a lightning bolt go up my spine. He held my waist and pulled me more, making sure I was being held tightly. He slowly used his hand to hold my butt and pull me closer below the waist as well. I could feel a hardness near my stomach.

"You smell so nice," Babu said. "Looks like you just had a bath."

Then he slowly kissed me on my lips.

That was the first time a man had kissed me-that too, a man of my dreams. I couldn't resist. I opened my arms and hugged him tight. I could feel the salty taste of his sweat, his manly smell, and I was also getting drenched in his sweat.

His chest was pressing against my boobs, and he was enjoying the softness of my breasts. He slowly put his hand under my T-shirt from behind and started massaging my back, and sometimes inside my shorts, my butt as well. That skin-to-skin touch made me more horny, and I started pressing myself against his dick. I could feel his dick growing and touching my navel and below.

I felt like touching it, but held myself back. What would he think? Was he really willing to share that with me?

He kept kissing me, put his tongue inside my mouth. For the first time, I felt like a girl and liberated. I was having a burning sensation inside me. I wanted more of him, to get absorbed in him and become one. His hands were squeezing my ass and massaging my back, feeling my thighs by lifting my legs.

Suddenly, I remembered. I was quick to withdraw and said, "What about Smitha? Will she like all this?"

He smiled and said, "No worries. She is okay with all this, as long as she gets what she wants. I fuck her every night except for a week in the month. Now I have you in that week."

He winked and started laughing.

I was pleasantly surprised at their arrangements, but happy. I hugged him tight and started kissing him on his face-his sweaty face, more or less taking his sweat, consuming the salty liquid like I had been craving. While doing this, I felt this was the life I wanted to live, and I had a golden chance. Why not fully utilize it? Open up, talk to him about my desires, be active in the act, give him the best experience, make him happy.

I started kissing him violently all over his face, and he kept his hands busy and allowed me to complete my actions. I started kissing his neck, his shoulders, and gave him small bites on his biceps, his muscles. Looks like he enjoyed those, and his approval of these actions through his breathing and small sounds encouraged me.

Soon, I was on his chest, feeling his broad chest, and started kissing and biting his sweat-soaked nipples. A few minutes into this, he suddenly removed his shorts. His hard dick popped up and started hitting my belly, trying to find a way between my legs. I just couldn't control myself. I was on my knees in a few seconds, and I took that dick in my mouth.

My first-ever dick in my mouth, and I felt like I was in heaven. It was salty with his sweat, a masculine smell-that smell of Babu. He had a brown dick with a slightly orangish head, a pleasure to see.

I started licking the entire shaft, running through the veins, and finally I went down to his balls. He moaned and put his head back. I slowly cupped the balls with my hand and slowly put them in my mouth. There were thick strands of hair, cut recently but still left out.

His smell was very intense as I went down to his balls, and this smell was making me crazy, like I was a dog smelling the private parts of its owner. It's just that I didn't have a tail to wag and show my happiness.

I continued this for a few minutes and started taking the dick in my mouth again. It was big, and I couldn't take anything other than the head, but that itself was driving him crazy. I wanted to take the entire dick in my mouth, but it was big, and my jaws started aching. I pulled back, and he used that opportunity to lift me up and removed my T-shirt.

Now he was staring at my boobs.

"This is nothing less than any woman's," he said. "You are a beautiful woman. I don't know what's between your legs, but this is good enough for me to enjoy."

Saying that, he buried his face between my boobs and started licking and sucking them one by one.

This was the moment we felt that we should either sit down or lie down somewhere, so we decided to use a sofa that was in the corner. He guided me there and sat on the sofa first. Then he pulled me and made me sit on his lap.

This gave him direct access to my boobs, and for the next few minutes, they were his. He squeezed, pinched, stroked, and sucked my boobs for the next few minutes. I was in heaven and wanted to tell him not to stop, but was a bit shy to open up like a slut.

All this while, he never tried to pull down my underwear. Maybe he knew what was inside. Since I don't get an erection when I am with men, my dick was not a concern. It was not in the act.

Finally, he made me sit on the sofa, and he stood up to give me his dick again. This time, he slowly pushed it in my mouth. I liked that way-when he was in control, being my master. He took his dick and started slapping my face, my eyes, my cheeks, and asked me to stick out my tongue. He slapped my tongue as well.

Finally, he began to fuck my face, moving slowly but confidently, ensuring it was a pace I could handle. I could feel the heat radiating from him. He held my head firmly, his grip reassuring as he pushed me deeper onto him. "Just relax and take it, baby. You're doing so well."

I moaned in response, feeling the vibrations run through my body as I squeezed my breasts, hoping to amplify the pleasure shared between us. His eyes were glued to me, a mix of hunger and satisfaction on his face.

His breath quickened, and I noticed the tightness in his body. "I'm going to cum," he said, commanding yet raw, making my heart race.

"Please cum in my mouth," I urged softly, wanting to feel every bit of him. "Don't pull out. I want it all. I want you to fill me."

In an instant, with a powerful jerk followed by a loud growl, he lost control. I felt the first wave hit the back of my throat, warm and flooding. Then came the second and third, each one igniting new sensations within me, the small ones that followed exploding with his essence. I had never tasted anything quite like it; it was sticky, perhaps even tangy, and enticing.

Desire coursed through me. I milked his cock, coaxing out every last drop, hurried to catch the glistening white tip with my tongue before hurriedly swallowing. I craved more. I dutifully cleaned my mouth with my tongue, ensuring no remnants were left behind, savoring the potent aftermath of our encounter.

Babu's face lit with satisfaction as he loosened his grip and stepped back, taking time to dress.

"Sorry," he murmured, as the reality set in that he needed to leave. "I have to open my shop at nine."

I felt a pang of sadness but pushed it aside. "Can I see you again?"

"Every day," he promised, a devilish grin on his lips. "I've extended my gym time just to fuck you."

The words thrilled me, making my skin tingle. "Thank you," I replied, my voice soft, and his gaze slid close.

He said " Sorry, you are my boss, sorry if I took advantage of the situation. I just could not resist my attraction towards you."

I was quick to respond, "That's fine. While I might be the boss, but these sessions, I want to be your submissive slave. Just be yours, obey your orders and give you pleasure. Maybe few hours a day like this."

"That's not a bad arrangement. While I get sucked by Smitha once in a while, I never had such a pleasure, something special with your mouth, tongue. I feel like having it again and again.."

I was happy to hear that. Someone is praising me for a thing that I have been fantasizing for a long time.

His smile widened, eyes sparkling with mischief as he planted another passionate kiss on my lips, squeezing my breasts and gripping my ass.

As he turned to leave, he met my gaze and said, "Look forward to our next session."

"Tomorrow," I confirmed fervently, feeling the racing thrill of it all.