It was just another Monday at the office, and I’d popped out for a cigarette. Sarah was there, she works on a different floor to me, but we’re smoking buddies, so I went over to chat. Sarah is drop dead gorgeous, and she told me about the new cosplay she was making. Like me she’s a geek, although I’ve only ever worn fancy dress for parties.

Her and Jane, her housemate, had been making Sucker Punch costumes for the London Comic Con. I couldn’t get tickets to go with them, although without a costume I may have looked out of place walking around with them.

Sarah showed me a couple of the photos of how far they had got, and then we started talking about other films. Back at my desk, John, who sat next to me ribbed me about Sarah. A lot of guys in the office fancy her, but I was her friend now, so although I could see how amazing she looked, I didn’t really think of her that way anymore. I did like winding him up a bit about the time we went to the beach together and she asked to put sun tan lotion on her. He could never think clearly after I described it to him.

Two days later when we were on a smoke break again, she asked me if I could go round that evening to see her and Jane. “Sure, shall I bring some wine?” I asked.

“Defo. I think we’ll need it.” She replied.

I rang her doorbell and she opened it in seconds. She was wearing some sweatpants and had her hair up. Thank god I wore mine. She invited me in and got some glasses. I could hear Jane upstairs moving stuff about and before long she came down. I sat in an armchair and they both sat on the floor in front of me, I couldn’t understand why they were both looking up at me.

Sarah said, “Jane has to go home, her mum isn’t very well.” I told her how sorry I was. I liked Jane, she was a blonde like me and we would always gang up on people when then called us dumb blondes. Jane explained it wasn’t anything super serious, she’d just broken a leg and arm in a fall and needed help so was going to look after her for a while, till she was better. She also said she was unlikely to come back as she had to quit her job.

I told her how much I would miss her and gave her a hug. As we separated, that’s when they told me the good news.

Jane said, “You can have my comic con tickets if you want?”

I looked at her in surprise. ‘Really?”

They both nodded at me. Then something occurred to me. “Wait, aren’t they in your name though?”

“Well,” Sarah said, “you’re quite skinny, and I’ve seen your legs, they’re really good. I was thinking you could be Jane. You should fit in her costume nicely.”

I think my jaw dropped. I’m not sure what I said, but they both launched into what must have been prepared the way they were finishing each other’s sentences. They told me how lots of guys go dressed as female characters and a lot of them are really convincing, how they could make me look really good and that it would be fun, and I’d just have to answer to the name Jane for a day instead of Andy.

I think I knew when they asked me that I would, but I let them talk for a while. When they stopped after about four minutes, I said ok, and laid out my conditions.

I said, “1, no one at work knows until afterwards. 2, if I look stupid I’m not doing it and 3, you’re not allowed to laugh at me.”

They instantly agreed, told me to finish the glass as it starts tonight. It was ten days to comic con. I was told to follow them upstairs and to get in the bath they had already run for me (did they know I would say yes?), even when I said I’d already showered that night.

‘Get in.” they both told me and left me to get undressed. Once encased in the bubble bath, they came back in, handed me a razor and told me to get to work. I started to shave my legs as they laid out the plans for the evening.

Two hours later sitting in the living room with them in a short skater skirt, and cropped t shirt covering my lingerie and hold up stocking (which were always on show to make me get used to it), wearing a pair of low heels and drinking wine. They told me that today was about getting used to the clothes, tomorrow would be makeup, and then the day after would be hair. They also talked about a potential bulge and showed me a couple of sites I could look at to learn how to hide it. They were going to pick up some blonde hair extensions for me that clip in. My hair wasn’t long enough to play Babydoll, but more than long enough for the extensions.

I was to stay at theirs on Friday night and then Saturday would be all day as pretend Jane so I could get used to the clothes and moving in them as a girl. They called in my training day. The whole thing felt exhausting and a couple of times at work I felt myself moving in a more feminine manner. I was constantly worried I would be caught out. It was on Friday evening Sarah told me that I had a slightly feminine way about me anyway, and that most people had thought I was gay until they saw me with my ex.

Friday evening they let me wear a more normal length skirt, denim one that came just above my knees and also tights for the first time. The breast forms had arrived as well during the day, bigger than the chicken fillets I had been using. When I put them in and pulled the skin on my chest up they gave me a real cleavage and moved quite nicely when I walked. I’d learnt about using makeup to enhance the cleavage and already I was getting better at putting on make up. Maybe it had something to do with putting it on and taking it off 30 times in an evening.

Now with the hair extensions, make up and boobs when I looked in the mirror I looked like a girl. Both Sarah and Jane had done wonders on me. Even my voice sounded more feminine as I’d been working on softening it as well.

I asked Sarah for a cigarette as I’d run out and she told me she had as well. Jane looked up from sorting out some of her packing and said, “Why don’t you both pop to the shop?”

I looked at them in horror - with a little suspicion as well, had they set this up? Anyway, they handed me a jacket, Sarah put hers on and I was bustled out of the door before I could really protest. It was dark, it was February after all and that made me feel a little safer, although the cold air up my skirt was a surprise. We walked along the road and Sarah just chatted to me, trying to get me to relax. That didn’t happen until we walked past a group of guys going the other way. They made a lot of comments about us, typical men after all, but none of them looked at me strangely. Well, I suppose them looking at me lustily was strange, but they accepted me as a young woman.

When we got to the shop I was suddenly a bit scared of the being in the light, but the door opened as someone came out. They held it open for us, and Sarah let me go first, the bitch! And when we got to the counter and asked what we wanted, Sarah’s phone rang, so she answered it, so I had to speak.

I ordered our cigarettes and he didn’t look at me funny or anything. Sarah hung up after I had paid for them and said thank you. I even told him to ‘enjoy his evening, hope it’s not too long’, and we left. Walking back I felt way more confident.

The next day I went shopping with them, I needed my own lingerie. I insisted we go much further away so we travelled to the next town. I have to say shopping as a girl is fun. No one treated me as anything other than a girl all day. I tried on loads of clothes in the changing rooms, and it was fun wearing things I had no intention of buying. I did buy some boots though. And a sweater dress. Sarah and Jane thought it was hilarious and that I was already turning into a girl buying things I wouldn’t wear.

When stopped for a coffee they told me I looked like I was enjoying myself.

“I am.” I said. I told them that the clothes felt much nicer than my normal clothes, and that this was fun and I knew I going to enjoying being Babydoll for the convention.

That evening I tried on the cosplay for the first time. Jane had made a few adjustments to it, her boobs were bigger. I only wore it for about an hour, and we just chatted and made the plan for next weekend. Tomorrow Jane was flying home and we were all a bit sad. Sarah was taking her to the airport really early, and I went along, but as me. It felt wrong to pretend to be her as I was saying goodbye. We were both sad and didn’t know if we would see her again, although we all promised to stay in touch.

As the week progressed I was getting more and more excited for the con, and on Friday I stayed at Sarah’s, but in Jane’s old bed this time. We woke up early on Saturday and got dressed in our cosplays. Once I had done my makeup Sarah checked it and was happy. She was dressed as Sweet Pea from the film so we matched. Sarah loaded a couple of bags into the car and we set off. There was no time to stop on the way there, and to be honest I didn’t want to go into a service station dressed so provocatively.

We parked the car, got our handbags, put the passes round our necks and walked in with everyone else. Quite a few were in costume as well, which made me feel a lot less self-conscious. Wearing a mini skirt with a deep slit that shows the bands of your knickers does that to a girl. Sarah stopped and she looked a bit sad as she said.

“I know your pass says Jane, but I don’t want to call you that today. We’ll say that you don’t like the name and use your middle name. Any ideas?”

I looked at her and couldn’t think of one. “How about Amy?” she said. “It has the same first letter?”

I agreed and that’s what I was called most of the day. It was a lot of fun; we looked at the stalls, went to a couple of the talks and had our photos taken loads of times. That’s when I learnt what for many girls is one of the worst things about conventions – the gropers!

Most of the time they are really ugly guys and it makes you feel a bit sleazy, but one guy really stood out from the rest. He was dressed as Wolverine and even I could tell he was hot! We had quite a few photos taken with him, and he even ran his hand up my leg and stroked my bum. Suddenly I was pleased I chose a thong that morning, even thought the skirt was so short. He wasn’t the first guy to have a feel, but he was the first I didn’t mind doing it.

Quite a few people stopped to take our photo and he used the time to slip a finger under the back of the thong and slide it down, pulling it out of the crack of my bum. I was worried about my tuck but it seemed ok, even though it was a bit of turn on to have such a hot guy come on to me this way.

What really surprised me though was when his fingers worked their way into the crack and gently stroked my hole. I looked at him and gave him a face, but not one saying to stop. Like I said, it was fun.

It was also a mistake as he gently put the tip of his finger in me, maybe only to the first joint, but it was definitely in me. And we carried on posing for pictures. Then someone pulled out a video camera and I stepped away and his finger slipped out of me. I did the sexy Babydoll dance while he did some Wolverine poses. Sarah knew from experience we would be there for hours if we didn’t stop posing for pictures so said we should get a coffee and Wolverine came along.

There was barely anywhere to sit, so Wolverine pulled me onto his lap and Sarah sat opposite. We all just chatted about the day and I felt his hand go back to my bum, and again into my thong. Now I was really worried that he would find out and he did. His finger brushed against the tip of my tucked penis, and he stopped moving. I looked him in the eye and slightly nodded a yes. He knew. Sarah was looking the other way and so I gave Wolverine (I can’t remember his name, shame on me) a sad look and mouthed the word ‘sorry’ to him.

Then he really surprised me, he gave a little shrug, gently stroked the tip of my penis and then put the tip of his finger gently in me. I whispered in his ear, “I’m not gay.” And he whispered back, ‘Neither am I.” as he started to work more of his finger into me.

There I am, dressed like that, sitting in a packed coffee area with a hot guy fingering me as I talked to Sarah and him as if nothing was happening. It was though and I was really turned on. The tuck was stopping me from getting fully hard, but it was still a worry. For about 20 minutes I sat there chatting away with his finger in me, drinking coffee and surrounded by people as it slowly went in and out of me. When we finished the coffee he said he needed to find his friends again and that he hoped to see us both again soon.

We never did bump into him again that day, but I looked.

We walked back to the car and a day in high heels was starting to have a toll on my feet. As soon as we got in I kicked them off and we set of. Or rather we sat in the London traffic for a while. Finally we were on the motorway heading back south and we decided to stop, it felt like hours since we had a drink. We pulled into a service station and it was like I had forgotten how we were dressed. Sarah parked in a corner away from people and told me not to worry, we had a change of clothes. I explained it will take ages to get the extensions out and make up off, but she handed me the sweater dress I had brought.

I stepped out of the car and stood behind the door as I took my top of and pulled my dress over my head, then slipped the skirt off. I was presentable for normal society. Sort of. I was still in fuck me heels and wearing hold ups that were going to be on show if I wasn’t careful. Sarah had already taken off the thigh high boots so she pulled a pair of jeans on and a jumper.

We walked over to get a coffee and I remembered to shake out my pigtails. We had something to eat, as we wouldn’t get back till late then drove home. The drive back was much quicker, in fact an hour later we sitting at home drinking tea and wondering what to do. Sarah suggested we go out; I looked good enough already and that she could put a dress on quickly and we could get a cab.

Half an hour later in a busy bar, more men were feeling me up as they ‘squeezed’ past us in the bar. About ten o’clock we were chatting to a couple of guys and Sarah went out for a cigarette with one while I chatted with the other. I hadn’t realised that his fingers were every so often brushing against my legs, but when I did I let him carry on. Before long his hand was there all the time and his fingers were stroking me and working their way up. I still don’t know why I didn’t stop him.

He wasn’t as cute as Wolverine, but I was feeling open to new experiences today. He leant in and told me that he likes it when girls wear stockings. I said, “But surely my smooth skin feels nicer?” And his hand went under the hem of dress to feel me. He stepped in slightly at that point and kissed me. My right hand was caught between us and my left arm snaked round his neck and pulled him closer as he kissed me. My mouth opened to accept his tongue and I turned my right hand around and felt his growing hardness.

I was openly feeling his erect cock as his hand snaked round and felt my bum. That was when Sarah came back and I smiled at her, a little embarrassed but not enough to move my hand away from his hard cock before she saw it.

The four of us chatted for a bit more, but at some point we got separated and it wasn’t much longer before we hailed a cab and went home. Once there we flopped down, kicked out heels of our aching feet and talked about the day. I admitted I got fingered when we had the coffee and that when he moved in to kiss me I couldn’t resist finding out a bit more by having a feel. She told me she knew I was getting fingered and that when I didn’t mind the guy in the bar stroking my leg she would leave us to see what happened.

She asked me if I was ok with all of this and was worried she may have pushed me into it, but I told her I was enjoying everything today and just wanted to enjoy as much as I could. She told me to be careful and hugged me. I promised I wouldn’t get pregnant, and we both laughed.

I stayed again in Jane’s room and noticed as I took off my dress, just how much she had left. I opened what was her makeup drawer to find some eye makeup removal pads and there was an envelope addressed to me. I opened it and she told me I could have whatever I wanted and to enjoy Birmingham Comic Con. I wondered what she meant and there was her ticket for the weekend.

I walked into Sarah’s room as she was reaching for her pyjama shorts. I asked her what this meant and as she pulled the shorts up that I had Jane’s ticket for the weekend if I wanted it. She told me she was going as well, but wanted me to decide. We would be sharing a room and asked me if I minded about that?

“Sarah, I’m standing here in lingerie and you were naked when I walked in, putting your pyjamas on. Of course I don’t mind sharing a room with you, we think nothing of being like this. We’re just two girls together.” I said.

She gave me a big hug and told me we’d talk about costumes for the three days tomorrow. We kissed each other’s cheek and I walked to the door. I stopped and looked back as she got into bed.

“And we need to make a plan in case either either of us pulls.” I said.

As I closed the door she said, “Hang a stocking over the door handle when you’re shagging a guy.”

Or I can use his room maybe, I thought as I walked back to Jane’s old bedroom.

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The next day after a shower I put my makeup on and found a pair of leggings that Jane had left behind. I went downstairs and Sarah was in the kitchen eating some cereal. She looked at me and said, “Ok, I need to teach you daytime makeup.” She had a point.

So through the day we just chatted and she showed me some different looks and I decided to move in to Jane’s old room. The rent was cheaper here, and it would also make cosplay a lot easier. She had way more experience in making costumes than I did. We also chatted about what we could wear. I really wanted to do the Princess Leia slave girl thing, but knew there would be a lot of them going like already. We decided to do the Sucker Punch outfits again and maybe look for some anime as well. I looked through Jane’s old costumes and found a Wonder Woman and Sarah had a Catwoman so that was day two sorted. We needed to decide quickly for the last day.

I went home in the evening and got some well needed rest, thankful as well that Jane left a pair of jeans as I didn’t want to wear my cargo trousers for some reason.

The next day at work I was open about what I did and what we were doing (apart from getting fingered and kissing a guy). I hadn’t posted any photos yet to Facebook, that was for tonight, but I showed them the ones I had on my phone. John couldn’t believe it, but the girls on my team thought it was great and that I looked good. As they flipped through the photos they saw the ones from the evening and realised I’d gone out as Amy. They also saw one of me sitting on a guys a lap and his hands on my leg, but I said nothing about it when asked, I just shrugged. It was no big deal.

John kept looking at the pictures then back at me and finally said, “You make a hot girl!” I think I blushed.

The girls then said that they were having a girls night out on Wednesday and I could join them as Amy. I explained that I’m borrowing clothes so if they really want me to come then I need to speak to Sarah first, but they pretty much all offered to lend me stuff. I was really flattered, but nervous of it.

When I told Sarah, she said it was a great idea, so I told the girls yes.

Wednesday after work I went to Sarah’s to get ready, raided both Jane’s and Sarah’s wardrobe and found a skin-tight bandage dress that looked good. I jumped in the bath, gave my legs and armpits a going over, and started getting ready. She was sitting down drinking hot chocolate and relaxing.

Although the girls said she could come I didn’t tell her that until I was ready. I wanted this to be about everyone at work being comfortable with me cosplaying as a girl and if the girls were on board, the rest should settle down easily enough.

Monica from work picked me up and was stunned when she saw me in the purple skin-tight dress, with cleavage on show. I told her how great she looked in her LBD. I’d been tempted by one myself that evening, but when I saw this, I just knew. We jumped in the car with Jenny, and went to the bar before the club.

It was a typical girls night out, we drank, danced, flirted with guys (I’d learnt how to do that at the con), and had a great time. I got home about 2am and after taking off my makeup went to bed.

At half seven Sarah woke me, telling me I had to get ready. I didn’t have enough time to get home to get work clothes, annoyed I’d slept through my alarm. Sarah pointed out I still had my hair in as well. I asked her to tell them I’d be late, but a cunning grin came over her face.

At ten to nine I got out of Sarah’s car, swinging my legs out so that no one could look up my skirt. I took my pass out of my handbag and hung it round my neck; thankfully it didn’t have my picture on it. Our heels clipped on the tarmac as we walked across the car park. I’d gone for a light smoky look on my eyes during the day. I was wearing a cream roll neck jumper and an above the knee pencil skirt. Sarah talked me into wearing stockings as well, I wish she hadn’t because as soon as I got in the car I was having to pull the skirt down to cover them.

We walked in and I got out off the lift on my floor, opened the door to the office and walked in. As I walked down the open plan area to my desk, a few heads were turning to check out the new girl. When I put my handbag down on my desk, realisation hit people and they smiled. The girls from last night looked up when I was pointed out and came over to say hi. I explained why I was dressed like this and the girls thought it was great. Even my manager was ok with it once I explained to her. She complimented me on my look and asked if I’d be doing it again.

I said, “Only if I over sleep and still have the hair in.” I wondered over to grab a coffee from the machine and when I got back John was sitting at his desk and hadn’t spotted my handbag. I sat down and said morning in my Amy voice.

“Alright.” He said without looking up. Right, I went to all this effort and that’s how you’re acting! Ok, try this then.

“Did you have a nice evening last night?” I purred at him. Jenny sitting opposite was trying hard not to laugh.

“Yeah, it was alright.” He replied then half looked up. He did a double take and I swung my chair round to face him and crossed my legs. My skirt rode up and my stocking tops were on clear view to him.

His jaw dropped open and he kept looking me up and down, lingering at my legs a lot. He couldn’t form words until he finally said, “Huh?”

We all laughed, with me covering my mouth, I knew I had to be ultra feminine today. I quickly explained to him and from then on it was a normal day. I did tease him a lot through the morning with my legs and at one point I scooted forwards on my chair so the skirt rose up even more and the stockings were on full show, along with my thong. I saw a little movement in his trousers then, and decided to see how much more I could do.

I carried on talking, flirting and gently rubbing my legs together. Jenny was half watching with a smile on her face as I was making John more and more hard. When I’d got him where I wanted, I pretended to notice my stockings and slowly tugged my skirt back down. Then I asked him to go and get me a coffee. I half looked away and saw him have a quick rearrange to try and hide his erection, and then he took my cup from me and stood up. That’s when I asked him a question so his crotch was at face level to me, and I leant forward so I was looking up at him. I put a hand on his hip and thanked him for being such an angel and I saw it grow a bit more.

He walked away and Jenny and me looked at each other but before we could say anything he came back, so I thanked him and let my hand touch his for just a bit too long. When he had sat down I got a text from Jenny.

Jenny – OMG he wants to fuck you!
Me – I know! I’m going to tease him all day now.
Jenny – You so should. See if you can get him to ask you out.
Me – No! I can’t do that to him!
Jenny – Get him to take you to a movie or to dinner!
Me – No, he’ll expect a kiss at the end of the night, or worse, a blow job!
Jenny – So, what’s wrong with that? He’s kinda cute.
Me – I’ve never done anything like that before!
Jenny – So what? You could do it, it’s easy. The taste isn’t so bad, make sure he eats strawberries, then it’s really nice.
Me – Really?
Jenny – Yeah, about half an hour or so before.

Just then John asked me a question but I wasn’t really listening. “Sorry, I was just texting, what was that?” I asked. He sort of cleared his throat and I saw Jenny hold her hand up to her mouth and stick her tongue in her cheek.

John said, “Did you want to grab a coffee lunchtime? We could go to that new place round the corner?” He was blushing and I realised he was asking me out.

“Sure, that would be good.”

Jenny – Feed him strawberries!

I poked my tongue out at her, grabbed my bag and said I was meeting Sarah for a cigarette. Outside I told her what happened and asked for advice. She suggested I experiment with him, so long as it doesn’t affect the working relationship.

When I got out the lift on my floor, Jenny was waiting for me and dragged me into the ladies. We quickly checked we were alone then she asked what I was going to do and what did Sarah say? I told her and she gave me a hug saying, “Keep the teeth out of the way when you go down.”

Back at my desk the next hour passed in quiet work, then John asked me if I was ready. I looked at him and turned the chair to face him again, I wanted him to see the stockings again. “Yep. Let me visit the ladies to freshen up and I’ll meet you downstairs.” A quick touch up of the makeup and we were walking to the coffee shop.

It was really sweet when he held the door open for me, and insisted on paying for the coffee. I saw a cheesecake they had and asked for that cheekily, because of what was on it.

We sat down and he asked about the comic con and I told him a bit more as they brought over the cheesecake. After the first bite I told him how good it was and fed him some from my fork, then gently used the napkin to wipe his lips. From then on we shared it with me feeding it to him. When we got to the strawberry, I fed it to him, pointing out he deserved it for buying it.

The next bit I was going to feed him had a lot of whipped cream on it and a devilish idea came over me. As I got close to his mouth I tipped the fork slightly and it fell off. Right onto his trousers, very close to the bulge he had. He half jumped in surprise, but I was ready, I grabbed a napkin, and gently wiped it up. Then I grabbed another, and with one hand held his leg, and I licked the napkin then wiped away the mark.

I could see how awkward he felt, but knew he was enjoying the attention, so I shuffled closer and my skirt rode up again. I moved my hand and my fingers touched his hard penis. I kept cleaning his trousers and pretended I hadn’t noticed his dick. Another move and now he can see my thong, I even opened my legs a bit so he could have a better view. I also moved my hand and now I’m holding his penis through his trousers.

I looked him in the eye and said, “We don’t want to leave a stain there when we go back.” And I gave him my best flirtatious smile. “Last bit.” I said.

With the napkin I now gently wiped it across his erection. I wanted him to know I knew and I was OK with it. I suggested we go for a walk in the park opposite if he wanted to, and we got up. He held his jacket in front of him as we went out before putting it on.

We walk along carrying our coffee. All I could think about was I had feed him a strawberry and could I do it now? I suggested we walk along a track that went through some trees, and he said yes. It was really hard in the heels, I had to walk carefully to stop them sinking in. When we were out of sight and quite remote I pretended to trip so I could stumble and drop the coffee. He helped me stand upright and I looked in his eyes.

“Thank you.” I said and kissed his cheek. He didn’t pull away. I put my hand on his chest and then let it feel down his body until I was holding his erection again, all the time looking him in the eyes. I gave him a gentle kiss on the lips and our tongues played softly with each other. I pulled away and said I didn’t want to get lipstick on him, “or at least not on your lips.”

I undid the zip on his trousers and reached in, freeing the monster within. I crouched down; I was worried about laddering my stocking. And kissed the tip. Then I licked it gently, and started to run my tongue along the length, running it over the head, giving him a lot of attention.

Finally I was ready, I opened my mouth and engulfed his cock in my mouth. I heard him give an intake of breath as he filled my mouth. All I could think was ‘how great this felt and tasted’, ‘it was so much better than I could have imagined’, ‘I think I like men now’, ‘I hope no one comes along’, ‘I need to learn how to deep throat’, and ‘I can’t wait to taste his cum’.

I started to feel his cock swell in my mouth and he was trying to push into my mouth. I had one hand wrapped round his cock, the other on his bum as he emptied his balls into my mouth. The hot sweet taste of it was amazing!

I swallowed it all and collected the dribble that ran down my chin before licking him clean. I put his now deflated but still very sweet penis back in his trousers admiring the lipstick on it as I did him up before I stood. I made him hold the mirror of my compact as I repaired my makeup. We walked back, chatting normally but not mentioning what just happened until we got in the lift.

“Thank you.” He said. I smiled at him and had a quick feel of his penis.

“Thank you too.” I said.

We sat back down at our desks and started working. Jenny looked at me so I checked my phone.

Jenny – What happened?
Me – He only had one strawberry. I couldn’t taste it. I’ll feed him more next time.
Jenny – I so knew it!
Me – I can’t wait for more. We’re going to see a film tonight ☺

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I desperately wanted to tell Sarah what had happened but didn’t want to do it by text, so it would have to wait till I got home. As it was, Jenny was texting me about it, asking what I did, how he tasted and more importantly, how big his penis was.

Well, I didn’t measure it but I knew it was bigger than mine, but I’ve always known mine wasn’t that big, it sorted of fitted with my overall size. John’s was bigger. I did wonder how he really felt about it, but seeing that he asked me out on the way back to work, I guess he was OK with it.

I waited for Sarah outside and we walked to the car. She asked me if I was ok and I told her I had a date that night. “With John?” she said. I asked her how she knew and she reminded me if I’m going to look and act like a girl I need to remember that girls talk. I blushed, so she asked me if that was my first blow job?

“Yes, I know it was a bit sleazy, on my knees in a park, but when I saw how he reacted to me this morning I just sort of went with the flow and it was fun.” I told her.

She said her first time sucking a dick was almost the same, in the park.

“Can I ask you a question?” I said. She nodded as she pulled out of the carpark. “How do you deep throat?” She burst out laughing and said she hasn’t mastered it yet.

We cooked a quick meal when we got home and talked about what I should wear to the cinema. I kind of wanted wear a skirt, but couldn’t decide what type. We looked through our wardrobes and finally decided on a black skater skirt with a white sleeveless knitted v neck top to show off my cleavage. I had a quick bath and got ready. First I put on some heels with the outfit, but changed my mind when I saw Jane’s boots.

They were knee high with just a three inch heel, not too dressy. I decided to go without stockings tonight and go bare legged, but it was easier to get the boots on with stockings. A quick chat with Sarah and we couldn’t decide if I should wear tights or stockings. A flip of the coin and stockings it was.

“You’re pleased really aren’t you?” She asked me. I was smiling when they won. In the end I didn’t go with either as I couldn’t a clean pair, but I found a pair of suspender tights so went with them instead. Win!

At about quarter past seven the doorbell rang. John was a bit early. Sarah told me to wait upstairs for a bit then she’d call me down when John was in the living room.

No, what the cow did was call me down when they both still standing by the door. I realised he was looking right up my skirt as I started to walk down. He had a big smile on his face. “You look amazing, Amy.” He told me.

Right then I was pleased that Sarah had insisted I take condoms.

I put a shawl round my shoulders and walked out to his car. I regretted wearing a skater skirt because as soon as we stepped outside the wind lifted my skirt. John smiled and said, “Wow, a movie and a show!”

As soon as we got in I texted Sarah to apologise for leaving her alone again, and promised that we would go out tomorrow. She texted back to tell me to enjoy myself and not to worry tonight. The movie was ok, John had his hands on my legs for most of the film and I have to admit I did get my hands in a trousers a few times to play with him. John found the suspends on the tights and spent a long time playing with them under my skirt, even stroking the front of my thong a couple of times; maybe by accident, maybe on purpose.

As we walked back to the car, he was walking slightly behind me. When I turned round to ask why, I found out why. The breeze was lifting the back of my skirt and he was looking at my bum. When I turned the front went up. I told him to behave, and we got in the car.

Back at mine, he turned the engine off. I looked at him and invited him in.

The next day I arrived at work and John was already at the desk. I was still Amy and told everyone I’d stayed at Sarah’s again, but to be honest, no one was bothered. I looked at John and smiled. Jenny arrived and said hello to us both. We’d already been texting so she knew what happened.

I’d intended to make John a coffee, but we never got anywhere near that. We started kissing as soon as we got through the door, pulling each others clothes off. I had to pick mine up in the morning in front of Sarah. Her only comment was she couldn’t believe I was getting more sex than her.

I walked up the stairs in my lingerie and boots with John still pulling off his trousers behind me. He followed me up the stairs, his gorgeous penis pointing the way. On the bed he started kissing me again as I slowly stroked his erect cock. He reached behind me and undid my bra, I tried to stop him but he whispered it’s ok. I slowly let it fall from my shoulders and managed to keep the forms inside them. It would have been too comical if they had rolled across the floor.

I put it on the floor and took his cock into my mouth as I leant down. He laid on his back as I sucked him as he stroked my body and showing no fear about touching me between the legs with his thumb putting pressure on my hole. He was driving me crazy with lust!

When I thought he getting close to cumming, he gently pushed me away and started kissing me, I was stroking his cock all the time. I knew I wanted to have him, but was worried about spoiling it. While kissing me he laid me back slowly on the bed, then got on top, gently opening my legs with his as he got between them. His hand started to pull gently on my thong, to pull it down. I stopped him, I really wasn’t ready to let them be taken off. I could feel the disappointment in him.

But it wasn’t over yet.

I pulled his cock towards me, and with my other hand pulled my thong to the side. He got the message and pressed against me, trying to get in. I pushed him away and he looked hurt again, but I grabbed my bag and got the lube, putting it on him. I opened my legs and lifted my knees to help him into me as he pressed against me again. My arms wrapped around him and he pressed harder, then the pop as he was in.

It was like an explosion of lights in my head. Yes it hurt, but a good sort of hurt. He pushed and pulled back a bit. The head of his cock was still in me and I felt myself start to relax, my arms were wrapped around him and I was trying to pull him into me. He pushed in a bit more, then back, each time a bit more till he was fully in me.

We lay there enjoying the new feelings we were getting from each other. He felt so deep in me, I felt so connected to him as I wrapped my legs around him trying to pull his entire body into me. He started to thrust again, slowly as we kissed. Each time he was all in we were both sighing. Gradually he sped up, the speed and depth, the feelings, his body against me were just amazing. Whatever he was doing to me I knew no matter what happened between us, this moment had changed me forever.

I could feel an orgasm rising in me and could sense his rising as well. I moaned loudly as we both came together. Him deep in me and my own one was like an emotional awakening, better than any other I had ever had before.

We laid there, him on top of me, still in me, pulsing slightly as his body was trying to make sure it was breeding me. He whispered in my ear, “That was amazing.” I kissed him and told him I felt the same. We laid there for a while, him still in me and I asked why he was still hard. He told me it was normal for him. All I could think was why would any girl who’s experienced him in them and staying hard finish with him? I did wonder what it would mean for us. Would we be boyfriend and girlfriend? How would he feel seeing me as Andy instead of Amy?

Right now that didn’t matter as I could feel him growing back to full hardness inside me. Girls, if you ever get to have that it’s amazing!

He rolled me over and laid on his back with me on top and I rode him till he came again in me and it was just as amazing as the first time. We both laid there and relaxed and I must have drifted off. When I woke up I was in the bed still in the suspender tights and thong with a crusty mess inside them where I’d leaked precum and some of his cum had leaked from me.
But that was last night. This morning I wondered how he would feel. He smiled at me and said morning and I knew things were good between us. The day carried on as normal except I went to lunch with Jenny and Sarah as Jenny wanted all the details and Sarah wanted to find out anything I hadn’t already told her. All Jenny kept saying to me was how lucky I was. He’s big, good in bed and can stay hard. What’s not to like!

Over the next couple of weeks I moved out of my old place and in with Sarah. I even ended up living pretty much full time as Amy as we were either at work, working on cosplays or going out. I had a few more dates with John but it fizzled out after a couple of weeks because I was so busy. He did get quite a few lunch time blow jobs and a couple of times we even fucked in the woods.

It’s fun going back to work with cum in you, although here’s a good tip. If you’re going to have sex in the woods, wear wedges or block heels.

The week before the Birmingham Comic Con was really busy. Sarah’s car had started to make a new noise so we were going by train. The room was booked in the hotel, and it was close to the train station. We had to get our clothes and three costumes into a suitcase each which meant we had to sort out new costumes that didn’t take up a lot of space.

Sarah used a Sailor Moon she already had and I found a Holo the Wise Wolf. I didn’t like the tail on the costume, it was really annoying and difficult to sit in, so I went online to find one. A few minutes of searching and I found the perfect one. I showed it to Sarah and she couldn’t believe I would do it. I hit the buy button for next day delivery. When we got home from work it was there waiting for us.

The next day we finished packing and got a cab to the train station for the four-hour train ride. We chatted for the first hour on the train and then listened to music. I took my ear buds out after an hour and realised that the two guys sitting behind us were going to the con as well. I nudged Sarah and we both sat there listening to them for a bit. They hadn’t planned any costumes by the sound of it, but we whispered to each other and decided to invite them to sit with us as we had four seats. They agreed.

Their names were Steve and Mike and great fun to chat to. It turned out we were staying in the same hotel. Sarah seemed to like Steve and I liked Mike. I wondered if he would be as sexually good as John and if he wouldn’t mind that I wasn’t really called Amy. Only time would tell on that front.

I got a chance to find out if he liked me when I said I needed to go to the toilet and he suggested getting us all some coffee from the buffet car. As we walked along the train I was glad I’d decided to wear skinny jeans and ballet pumps for travelling on the train. I asked him to wait outside the toilet for me, and took a bit of extra time in there just to see if he would wait. He did. I thought I would risk it when the door opened. Seeing that the toilet was clean, I motioned him in with my finger. He smiled, looked a bit confused but walked towards me. I said I wanted to show him something and the smiled dropped slightly from his face. He thought for a minute he was going to get lucky.

I locked the door behind him and kissed him. “We haven’t got long.” I told him as I undid his jeans and started stroking him. I wanted to taste another man, so I knelt down and sucked him. I used my hands, played with his balls, sucked and licked and then he came, I swallowed it all, apart from the drip on my chin. He did his jeans up and we opened the door and walked out. I wanted to leave the cum on my chin as long as possible. As we walked to get the coffee in the next carriage I managed to hide it from both Mike and everyone else.

It was Sarah that saw it when we got back, and then I let Mike see it and then Steve, then I pretended to notice, and pushed it into my mouth, giving a cute shrug. Everyone laughed and Sarah said, “I can’t take you anywhere!”

At the hotel we all arranged to meet up for a drink in the bar and I wore my R2D2 dress, short, and tight. Sarah went for a bandage skirt and vest top. They guys were dressed nice as well. Sarah wanted to get laid that night so we agreed that she would go off with Steve early and back to his room giving me a chance to tell Mike the truth about me. If he said he wasn’t interested, then Sarah would come back to our room. If he was ok with it then she’d know as she they wouldn’t be disturbed.

I sat at a table with Mike and was as flirty as possible; he was hooked. But I was still nervous. I gave Sarah half an hour and Mike was getting frisky, if I didn’t tell him soon he’d want to do me on the table. So I carefully raised the subject of my real gender. He looked shocked. I wasn’t sure how this would go, but he still had his hand on leg, so I took that as a good sign. I apologised about not telling him before on the train, but the opportunity came up and I thought I would leap at it.

“I’m glad you did.” He told me, and his thumb stroked my inner thigh. I took his hand and said, “Shall we?”

He nodded and we went to my room. He was better than John, much better. In the morning I woke up and he was still asleep. I still hand my thong and a cami top on. He was naked and looked so cute asleep. I gave him a gentle kiss, glad at that moment that I so rarely need to shave, and even then it’s more like fluff. He stirred a bit and I reached down and stroked his penis. In his sleep it started to get hard and he murmured lightly.

I rolled him gently onto his back and with my mouth teased him to rigidity. I got the lube and warmed it on my hands so the cold didn’t wake him, straddled him and slid down his length. Eight inches slid into me easily and we both moaned, Mike in his sleep. I slowly rode him, enjoying the luxury of his length and girth holding me open.

I rolled my hips, enjoying the feeling of him moving in me, when he slowly opened his eyes and smiled.

“Wow! I was just dreaming you were doing that. Reality is better.” He said.

He rolled me onto my back and we made slow, passionate love until he came deeply inside. We laid there locked together until he lifted himself up to pull out of me. I raised my hips to keep him in a bit longer.

“Don’t worry, we’re doing that many more times this weekend.” He told me as he pulled out. My body ached to have him back in me, but he went to have a shower before going back to his room.

Sarah came back with a glow on her face as well. She heard the shower and because he was naked we both sat there waiting for him to walk out. As the door opened he said, ‘So, what was I saying about what we would do this….Hi Sarah.”

Mike had an erection again. I thought he would hide it but there was no point. We both giggled and I decided to hide it for him. With both hands, telling Sarah she wasn’t to look, he’s shy. We wouldn’t let him get dressed or go until he had a coffee. “To get his strength back.” Said Sarah.

Two hours later we met them both in the lobby, me dressed as Wonder Woman and Sarah as Catwoman. Mine was the traditional outfit, close fitting and showing off my figure. Hers was a close fitting body with the cape, mask and thigh boots she’d made herself. We walked to the cab and went to the con. It was a great day, had loads of photos taken and the guys loved the attention were getting and them being able to put their arms around us as it to say, ‘back off, she’s with me!’

The evening was repeat for both of us, although I got to do the walk of shame in the morning this time, with cum running done my legs under my mini skirt.

This was the day of the repeat costumes from London, except I’d done a bit of work on the skirt to make the slit much wider to show more leg and more of my thong. I wanted to make today special for Mike as they were going back tomorrow morning, so I was extremely flirty with him all day. It was a bad idea because he got so worked up we went back to the hotel for an hour to relieve his tension. Twice.

Back at the con I had to keep going to the ladies as I was sure that his cum was leaking out of me, and in such a short skirt everyone would see it. He told me he didn’t care if everyone knew his cum was running down my legs. That night at the hotel we had sex with me in the costume after I had danced for him. He was hard all the time and I kept teasing him by stroking it, taking it into my mouth and a couple of times straddling him with my legs and dipping him into me a little bit. It was torture for both of us until I did it for the third time and he pulled me down onto him. All eight inches were in me in one quick movement. I gasped in the pleasure of the filling.

We were looking at each other in the mirror as I sat there, filled by him. We kept looking at each other as I carried on with the dance, except making sure each movement kept him in me. I rolled my hips to the music, slid up and down slowly. It was so erotic, just looking into each others eyes in the mirror as I gave him the most intimate lap dance ever. We both came, and the intensity felt like it was ripping me apart.

I think at that moment I was deeply in love with him, as I sat on his hardness still pulsing in me, his hands caressing my body. Keeping him in me I turned around and kissed him.

“I have to tell you something.” He told me. I knew that’s never a good sign, but I had the ultimate truth detector deep in me, twitching still. “I’m actually engaged. Steve is as well. This is like a pre stag do for us both.”

I looked at him and just said, “Oh.” I wasn’t sure what else I should say.

“We never expected anything like this happen.” He looked embarrassed. At least he was still hard in me. My thoughts of love faded quickly, but my lust for him was still there. His was as well by the feel of it, so I rolled my hips on him and his eyes rolled back for a moment. I started to ride him slowly, kissing him and he came again. This time I didn’t. I knew I should feel used but the truth was I was the one who wanted him, he went along with it. I should have asked but didn’t. He should have said no, but I never gave him a chance.

“It’s ok. What happens at con stays at con.” I kissed him again. “Will you be here next year?”

He laughed. In the morning I did the walk of shame again dressed as Babydoll. I loved the looks I got. I let myself in the room and Sarah and Steve were still fucking hard. I was about to leave when he came and Sarah looked up and saw me, feeling really uncomfortable. He pulled put of her and stood up, his fading erection looking all shiny with Sarah’s juices covering the condom. I felt bad at that point, I really should have been using them and promised myself I would in future.

Steve was about to take the condom of when the devil came over me and I told him to stop. He looked confused so I reached out and did it for him. He didn’t mind. I dipped a finger into his cum and tasted it. Urgh! My face screwed up and Sarah laughed. “It’s the spermicide in the condom.”

So I knelt down and licked the drips from his still deflating cock. I wanted to taste another man.

We met them both at breakfast for the last time, then kissed them goodbye as they went to pack and we went to get changed into our cosplays. They waited outside to see what we were wearing before they left. Sarah in her cute Sailor Moon and me as Holo, complete with tail. When I kissed Mike he ran his hand over my bum. He stopped kissing to look at me. “Really he said?” I giggled, “Yeah, I couldn’t resist it when I saw it.” I told him and he kissed me again. We jumped in the cab and went to the con.

Just before midday we were flagging a bit, we’d seen about everything there was to see, and had one last talk to see so were just sort of wondering around. Then I saw him.

“Wolverine!” I called out. I went over to him as quickly as I could. He didn’t recognise dressed as Holo. I told him I was Babydoll at London and we shared a coffee together. A big smile came over his face and Sarah caught up with us.

“Nice to see you again. I’m Sarah by the way, this is Amy, I thought now was a good time to learn each others name.” She said. He told us he was called Sam. Sarah looked at both us and said, “Let me guess, you fancy a coffee?” We both giggled.

It was quite busy again and yes I sat on Sam’s lap, flipping the tail out behind me. I didn’t need to sit on his lap, I wanted to because I knew what would happen. The dress was easy enough for him to get his hand under and it took seconds for him to look at me with a big smile.

“All day?” He asked me. I told him yes. “It was a stupid idea that sounded like it would be fun, but I’ve been scared that someone would pull the tail off and find the butt plug.” So this time, rather than finger me he played with the tail, pulling on it gently and letting the shape of it pull itself back in.

I was barely able to talk sitting there. He talked to Sarah most of the time, just ignoring me other than the pleasure he was giving. Sarah told me later when he went to the toilet that he lived about three miles from us and that Jane says hi. She’d told him the whole story while I was phased out by the pleasure he was giving me. Again.

I went back to his hotel with him after the last talk. I can barely remember a word that was said, I was standing in front of Sam and he was playing with my tail all the time. We kissed for the first time when we got in his room. He told me that he looked for me at London but no luck. It turned out we were both in the same bar back home that evening.

I told him everything about me, between him fucking me. He was both hard and passionate, and easily as good as Mike. He was a bit bigger and it scared me at first, but he was a gentle and compassionate lover. It was hard to get it in my mouth, but he said I would get used to it over time. In the morning we went down to breakfast together and I was still dressed as Holo. He put the tail back in himself for me, said it would be wrong not to be dressed correctly.

He ordered a cab for me and paid for it as well. I walked in and Sarah was in bed with a man. Turned out she picked up someone at our hotel as well. The train ride back was boring, we were on a come down and both tired. I was wearing a long skirt this time, although I had made a promise to Sam and Mike. I was still wearing the foxtail. It was funny every so often when sitting down and I felt the fur tickling my legs. When I was walking I could always feel the fur. I had Sarah take a photo on my phone I could send to both of them to prove I was wearing it. It was blurry as her eyes were closed.

When we got in and crashed on the sofa, neither of us looking forward to work tomorrow, I looked at Sarah and said, “I’m changing my name.” What do you mean she asked, “Don’t you like the name Amy?”

I looked at her said, “No, I mean change it to Amy. Legally.”

“Finally!” She replied.

“And I want my own boobs. I can wear more cosplays then.” I said.

Prologue.

I did change my name and get my own boobs. My two favourite cosplays are Cammi from Street Fighter and a Playboy bunny. It’s two years later now and I still share a house with Sarah. I’ve been dating Sam since Birmingham, and I still talk to Mike. The three of us even went to both of their weddings. Sam has been hinting about me moving in with him, but I don’t want to just yet. Sarah split with her boyfriend recently and it’s broken her heart, and I can’t leave my girl. She’s my sister now we share a surname. And I did master the deep throat.