Becoming Abby's Girl
Part 2
By: Kokopo618

"Follow me into the bathroom, let's take care of that nasty pimple," Abby says as she leads me to the bathroom.

I'm still exhausted from the previous night, so I groggily hobble towards the bathroom.

"Close your eyes," Abby says, opening some drawers.

I yawn, but do as I'm told. Abby begins spreading goo, on my face, she rubs it in. Then using a different unfamiliar tool she focuses around my eyes, which is strange because I've never gotten pimples around my eyes, in fact, I don't think I have any pimples right now. What is she doing?

"Okay, open your eyes," Abby says cheerfully.

"Waaah," I shriek as my reflection is revealed, "What did you ...do?"

"Oh just some foundation, some blush, and eye shadow. It looks good doesn't it?"

"Good? But... Why?" I ask, tentatively feeling my smooth face, my cute made-up face.

"Because it's cute, silly. And besides now you know the struggle I go throw to be presentable. Think of it as another way for us to relate to each other."

"I thought that's what the panties were supposed to do," I say looking down to confirm that indeed I am still sporting a frilly lacy set of panties.

"Now we'll double relate. It's like the panties, but on your face."

"...I think I would rather have panties on my face," I mutter, as I flutter my now thick lashes.

"Oh don't be a baby," Abby says grabbing my hand pulling me out of the bathroom, apparently I don't have the choice to wipe my face.

Abby presents the breakfast she's made before I woke up, "Wow, this is amazing, Abby," I say after seeing the spread.

"It's just a little thank you for being so accommodating, recently you've been the best boyfriend a girl could ask for," Abby concludes her praise with a loving kiss, but she pulls back and bites her lip, "I forgot something." Abby pulls out a tube of lip gloss, I'm not thrilled to see it, but I really don't wanna ruin this good mood she's in.

"How do you do it," I ask grabbing the lip gloss like it's from an alien planet.

Abby giggles, "Didn't your mother ever teach you? Just apply it to your lips and press your lips together like this."

I repeat Abby's instruction ensuring full coverage of my lips, "how'd I do?"

Abby giggles and claps her hands, "Perfect, now blow me a kiss,"

I hesitate, but dutifully kiss my hand, and creating a O shape with my glossy lips I blow, instinctively doing a little curtsy.

Abby smiles wide, and pulls me into a firm kiss, holding me tightly by the waist. She licks her lips, "mmmmmm. Cherry."

I giggle, "Time to eat now?" I ask, not realizing I've already grown so accustomed to following Abby's instructions, I'm now asking permission to eat.

"Yes, but not too much, we don't want to ruin this figure you're developing," Abby says pulling out a chair for me.

Abby reminds me to open wide when taking bite so as to not ruin my makeup. I obey.

After breakfast, Abby and I spend the morning together. Just hanging out, talking and giggling, it reminds me of the early days of our relationship, when everything was new and exciting.

Eventually around noon, Abby suggests we go to the mall. I happily agree thinking only of continuing this good mood of hers.

~~~~~

Abby and I walk through the mall hand in hand, chatting and gabbing about the people around us, whispering jokes in the other's ear.

Suddenly I realize something, "Abby we have to go to a bathroom," in a moment of panic, I grab Abby and pull her to the nearest set of restrooms. I look between the men's and women's rooms. Abby makes the decision for my dragging me into the women's.

"What's wrong sweetie," Abby asks.

"My face. My face, we didn't fix it," I say pointing at the mirror at my still made up face. Oh god, how many people have seen me? This is mortifying.

"You're right, it's been hours, let me do it for you," Abby says lifting her purse and setting it on the sink counter top. She begins digging through it as I close my eyes.

Abby begins work on my face, but I don't feel a wet wipe, I open my eyes, "Abby you just touched it up, I want it removed."

"Removed? But I think you look good. I think it should stay on." She says the last part more like a command, than an suggestion.

I can't take this anymore. I'm not her slave, "listen Abby when is this going to end?"

Abby scoffs, "I didn't know you've been so miserable these last couple of days."

"No, I'm not miserable. It's just I'd appreciate a time table. And why are you making me wear all this stuff-"

"Miles. Please I'm trying here. Haven't we been having fun? This is what I'm talking about your ego gets in the way of our relationship."

"I don't think my ego doesn't want to dress like a fag, maybe I just don't!"

"Wow. Miles. Wow. I don't remember you complaining when your pantied ass was gobbling up cum from my pussy!"

"Lower your voice," I whisper-yell, "and besides it's not like you gave me much of a choice."

"Don't pretend like you're helpless, if you want to leave. Leave."

I suddenly realize how heated our conversation is getting, "No. No. Abby, I love you. I will never leave."

Abby sighs, "Me neither, I want this to work. But we're both gonna have to make sacrifices, okay? And maybe try things we normally wouldn't try."

I nod my head, "I'm willing."

Abby smiles a sad smile, "Good. I think we both need to cool down a bit, how about we do a little shopping apart, and then meet in an hour."

"Alright," I say as Abby leaves the bathroom. I look at myself in the mirror, I never realized how feminine my facial features were, the makeup really highlights it. I'm not sure I would pass for a girl given my short hair and flat chest, but damn my face alone is shockingly female. I consider wiping the makeup from my face, but Abby wouldn't like that. So despite her not even being around me, I submissively defer to her commands. I leave the bathroom trying to retain some dignity, and as much masculinity as I have left.

I shyly mince around the mall. Unsure if the looks I'm receiving from guys are lustful or disgustful. And the looks from girls could be either confused or jealous. I just try to keep my head down, hoping no one pays attention to me.

I hide away in a store with low foot traffic. Abby will probably expect me to buy something, so I look around and find a couple of candles. I fearfully approach the cashier. I look shyly up at the tall man behind the register, "Hello Miss, did you have trouble finding anything?"

I'm shocked that he so quickly identified me as a woman, "um, yes, I mean no, I found everything alright," I say attempting a feminine voice.

My voice works with the cashier, as he smiles warmly at me as he bags my candles.

"Thank you, sir," I say softly as I leave.

~~~~

"Abby, oh thank God, there you are," I say approaching my girlfriend.

"Miles, hey, ooh did you get any goodies?"

"Yeah, um, some candles," and then thinking quickly I add, "for you. I hope you like them."

"Oh you're so sweet," Abby says get giving me a loose girlish side hug, and a friendly kiss on the cheek, "I got some thing for you as well, but first you seem stressed, what's got your panties in a bunch?"

I blush at the reference to my underwear, "I just feel so vulnerable and exposed like every one is looking at me."

Abby just looks at me and then begins laughing, "Welcome to girlhood sister. We should have done this a while ago, this will be great for expanding your perspective."

I shake my head, but struggle to think of words of protest, Abby interrupts my thoughts.

I'm gonna grab us some smoothies, stay here and look pretty." Abby struts off, again leaving me. I stand in the middle of the food court, I begin to notice the amount of people surrounding me. I try to ignore the gawking teenage boys who believe they are looking at a short haired, flat chested beauty.

"Excuse me, hello," a deep voice says from behind.

"Oh," I say turning to face the man behind me, "Hello."

"I don't normally do this, but you're so beautiful, you wouldn't happen to be single, would you?"

My face turns a deep shade of red, "No, um, actually, I'm here with someone, um, sorry, but no."

The man's smile drops, obviously not use to this kind of blunt rejection, the man scowls, "Jesus bitch, why you gotta act like I'm poison? You're ugly anyway, dressed like a dude, and that hair."

My eyes begin to well up, as I struggle to believe this man's rudeness, my bottom lip quivers.

"Hey! Hey!" Abby shouts from the side, quickly stomping toward the man and me, "What the hell do you think you're doing?"

The man looks shocked as my girlfriend shouts in his face, "I'm, I'm sorry, I just, she was rude."

"I highly doubt that," Abby says, "You will apologize to Miley right now."

The guy turns to me, face white with embarrassment and a hint of fear, "I'm sorry Miley, I just thought you were so pretty, I shouldn't have spoken to you like that. I'm sorry."

I pause for a moment looking up at the man, "it's okay," I say in a quiet voice.

"Scram, buddy," Abby says as the man hurries away from my intimidating girlfriend, and the gawking onlookers in the food court.

Abby turns to me, "Sorry about that Miley, men are the worst."

Before I can respond Abby grabs my waist pulling me in for a deep and passionate kiss. First I'm shocked at her public display, especially considering my appearance, but I melt. I lose myself in her firm embrace, instinctively I kick a leg up behind me as my arms wrap around the neck of my lover.

"Thanks for protecting me, baby," I say forgoing any notion that I am the dominant one in our relationship.

"No man's gonna steal my girl," Abby replies reinforcing my submissive role.

I say nothing about this new habit of referring to me as a girl that Abby has begun, instead we sit, and suck down our smoothies. Ignoring the throngs of teenage boys whose eyes nearly fell out of their heads at the apparent sight of a sexy lesbian kiss.

End of Part 2

Author's Note: Friends, I hope you enjoyed the second part, tell me what you think! Thank you!

Becoming Abby's Girl
Part 3
By: Kokopo618

"Okay, time to hit the gym, big boy," Abby says, suddenly getting up to her feet from the couch.

"Can we skip this tonight?" I ask without much faith I'll get the answer I want.

"No, don't be lazy it's only the second day. Get up, I got you something." Abby sashays to our table, where she set down the bag she got from the mall. Abby pulls out a black garment, and tosses it in my direction.

I catch, and hold it up, "Are these.. leggings?"

"No, they're compression pants, for working out. They're very popular."

"They look like leggings," I say sighing.

"Miles, just put them on," Abby says using the voice I know better than to say no to.

I pull off my jeans, and slide the leggings up, "they're tight," I complain as I struggle to pull the stretchy fabric over my ass.

I look at my self in the mirror, these from the waist down I looked like a girl, these "compression pants" shaped my body in a way that accentuated my curves. Not to mention that Abby still has me wearing light makeup which she says is not noticable. I just frown and say nothing, as Abby tells me to hurry up.

~~~~

Through the passenger window, I watch as our gym comes into view, thankfully it's unlikely anyone will be there. Last night it was only the staff. I grab my gatorade, and take a drink. Suddenly Abby slams on the breaks, "oh my God. Oh my God." I spill my drink all over my t-shirt.

"Dammit Abby, what the hell?"

"A dog, a dog ran out in front," Abby says voice shaking, "I'm sorry."

"It's okay," I say pulling off my completely soaked shirt.

"Oh damn, I'm so stupid, now we can't go in." Abby says sounding like she's on the verge of tears.

"Hey, hey, it's okay baby," I say, though I see no way to fix the situation. We'll probably have to go back home, "I wish there was something I could do."

"Wait, I've got an idea," Abby says sitting up, "I have an extra top." Abby smiles wide as she pulls into a parking spot.

"Umm, well, I don't know, um," I say now fearful of what exactly this means.

"You said you wished there was something for you to do, here it is," Abby pulls out a top from her bag.

"Abby this is a sports bra," I say as my heart sinks, "and it's pink."

"Oh don't be a baby, real men wear pink, and if you don't work out, you'll get all flabby, and then you'll actually need the support it provides."

I know this isn't a debate, "Okay but if there are other people, we leave, okay?"

"Sure. Sure, put it on."

I struggle to pull on the tight and revealing garment. The sports bra pushes up my chest fat, giving the appearance of small breasts. Oh God. At least my chest is covered, apparently they run out of fabric because my midrift is exposed. I look over at Abby she smiles as she looks me over. I sigh, realizing I'm wearing the same outfit as my girlfriend.

"No time to waste, Miley," Abby says opening the passenger door, and reaching for my hand.

Hands entwined, Abby leads me to the door. I stand behind her trying to avoid the stares of the staff, one guy catches my eye, he winks, I blush, and avert my eyes.

Abby and I mince off to our locker room, and unload our belongings, then we head to the main weight room, "We're going to do some lifting today."

"Good," I say genuinely maybe I can actually develop some upper body muscle. Abby hands me a set of five pound dumbbells, "Shouldn't I lift something heavier?"

"No, the goal is to get toned, not to put on a lot of nasty muscle weight."

I look down at the light weights in my small hands, I begin to follow Abby's actions. Although it's not much weight, after a while I start to feel the burn in my arms.

Abby excuses herself to the bathroom, I take the time to set my weights down, and stretch.

"Mind if I work out here?" A voice comes from beyond my periphery.

"Eek!" I yell, jumping, and turning to face the stranger.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you," A smiling man says, holding out his hand, "I'm Peter."

"Hey, um, hey," I say, still caught off guard.

"I was watching you and your friend earlier, and I noticed something about your form."

"My form, like how I was lifting? Was I doing it wrong?" I say curious as to how I incorrectly lifting.

"It's just a small thing, I can show you if you don't mind," Peter says approaching me as if I'd already said yes.

"Sure," I say as Peter positions himself behind me. Wow, he's a lot taller than me, and his body tells me that he comes to the gym often.

Peter places a hand on my arm just above my elbow, "See when you curl your arm, you want to make sure you're only bending the joint, and not moving your arm."

"Oh," I say letting out a tiny gasp as his hand holds my arm.

"What?"

"Oh, nothing, it's just your hand is very warm," I say turning behind me, looking up at Peter.

Peter smiles, "Yeah, I get that a lot from girls. You girls are always cold."

Girls? Why did he.. Oh shit, I forgot I'm dressed basically like a girl. I didn't even realize this guy was hitting on me.

"Hey, I never do this, but would you mind giving me your number, I would love to take you out sometime," Peter says as his hand begins stroking my arm.

"Um, well acutally-"

"She'd love to," Abby says cutting me off, and offering a hand to greet Peter, "Hi, I'm Abby, I see you've met Miley."

"I have, and I must say, I am enchanted," Peter says, smiling down at me as if I would just melt at his praise.

"Miley is a little shy, here, I'll write down her number."

Abby writes my number on a piece of paper, and hands it to Peter, who thanks her and looks back to me, "I look forward to seeing you again, Miley. It was lovely meeting you."

"Nice to meet you too," I say in a tiny voice as the large man leaves.

"What a cutie, you have good taste in men, Miley," Abby says smirking at me.

I blush deeply, "He came out of nowhere, I wasn't, we weren't. I don't think he's cute. I forgot how I was dressed, and my makeup, and.." I say struggling to fully explain how little that interaction meant to me.

"Relax girl, what did I say about getting those panties in a bunch," Abby says returning to her lifting.

I follow suit, but continue clarifying, "I'm not a girl, and don't talk about that please."

"I think you should do it," Abby says.

"Do what?"

"Go out with him. You said you forgot how you were dressed, maybe that means he makes you feel comfortable."

"It's not that, I just forgot," I say trying to sound confident.

"I'll think about it," Abby says casually. It takes me a second, but I realize she's thinking about forcing me to go out with another man, as if my social life is completely in her control. I say nothing for the rest of our work out, trying to remain on Abby's good side.

Author's Note: Hope you enjoy, this is a short one, but there is more to come!

Back at the apartment..

"You go take a shower, Miley, and remember to shave, everything below the belt."

"Everything?" I ask with a pleading look on my face.

"Everything," Abby commands leaving to our bedroom.

I reluctantly enter the bathroom. I shimmy out of my leggings, and pull off my sports bra. What has my life come to, I'm dressing like a girl, and my girlfriend is seemingly trying to femininize me, and I can't say no to her. I'm already too far in, I know she's been taking pictures of me when she thinks I'm not paying attention. I just have to wait this out, it's probably just a phase, and besides she is worth it.

Resolute in my decision, but still not confident, I take my shower. Abby has removed my body wash and shampoo, and it's been replaced with feminine equivalents. Using my new products I clean my body, the working out seems to be showing some results, I feel a tightness in my core, and down my legs, I just wish I could put on some muscle. Grabbing a pink razor, that Abby has left for me, I begin shaving every hair I can find below my neck.

I step out of the shower and I am immediately struck my my appearance in the mirror. If it not for my flat chest, short hair, and my shriveled member between my legs, I am a depiction of feminine beauty. I sigh deeply, wondering how my life had gotten to such a point. I notice that Abby has left clothes for me to wear, I frown as I find a cute set of lingerie, complete with a bra. I quickly pull up the silky pair of panties, not wanting to look at what's between my legs. I consider leaving the bra there, but Abby will just tell me to wear it. I reluctantly grab the bra, and hook it into place, the large cups support my phantom breasts. I resist the urge to look in the mirror, I know however if I look I'll be disappointed.

I sheepishly exit the bathroom, arms crossed covering my lacy bra.

"In here, Miley," Abby calls out from the bedroom.

I obediently enter the bedroom, I smile as my eyes fall on my beautiful scantily clad girlfriend. My smile disappears when I realize she's wearing the same thing I am. And in her hands...

"Is that a wig?" I ask unable to believe what is no doubt in store for me.

"It's the final piece. Well, not final final, but it's an important piece. Here take a seat," Abby says gesturing to the bed.

I sit on the bed and allow Abby to affix the wig to my head. Once it is secured, Abby undoes the bun, and allows my long blonde locks to gently fall unto my naked shoulders.

"You look so beautiful, Miley," Abby says smiling down at me.

Unsure of what she wants me to say, I pause a moment, "Um, thank you, Abby."

"Now get pretty for me, Miley," Abby says pointing to her vanity. I sit, and begin attempting to recreate the madeup face that Abby created for me earlier. I make many mistakes, but Abby is there to correct and instruct me. I try to avoid using mascara, but Abby reminds me and I go along with it, "You did really well, and in time you'll get a lot better."

"Thank you," I say using the quiet meek voice I used earlier when pretending to be a girl. Abby hadn't asked me to change my voice, but given the rest of my appearance, I decide I better just go all in.

"We're going to have a girls night tonight, okay? It's only Miley from now on."

I feel a little reassured with her use of tonight, maybe this will all be over soon, "Okay, I can be Miley for a night," I say in the light and feminine voice that I am becoming more and more accustomed to.

The night proceeds in much more enjoyable manner than I expected. First Abby has me do her makeup, which results in many shared giggles between the two of us as I struggle through the process. Then we put on a little fashion show, where one of us digs through Abby's closest, and come out often in absurd combinations. I even happen to find a sexy nurse costume that Abby wore a few years back, and after some hesitation I put it on. Abby immediately bursts out laughing and praising me for winning our fashion show. It's all a little silly, and all the femininity is obviously not ideal, but I'm having such a fun time with Abby. And she's right, once I forgot my wall of masculinity, I was able to let loose and actually have fun with Abby.

Later Abby begins painting my nails, as we put on a movie. It's some girly chick flick, but I don't mind. It's actually a compelling story, and I find my sniffling a bit at a particularly sad part of the movie. Abby leans over, and we cuddle as we both gently cry. Normally I'd blame it on allergies or something, but as Miley I have no problem showing the full range of emotions with Abby. Strangely though, even though my sexy scantily clad girlfriend is cuddling up against me, I don't feel aroused. It like she's my girl friend, and not my girlfriend.

Eventually the movie ends, and Abby and I return to our room. We snuggle up in bed, and Abby turns to me, "Hey Miley?"

"Yeah, Abby," I reply turning towards her.

"You know sometimes, when girls have sleepovers, they do some... experimenting"

Yes, finally! I didn't think I'd enjoy our girls night, but I can't deny this has been a great night, and it could only be made better by some lovemaking, and Abby is practically begging for it.

"What do you mean?" I say feigning ignorance, playing up the role of an innocent girl, "like science?"

Abby smiles, "No silly girl, sexual experimenting."

I shake my head, "I don't know what that means, ...can you show me?" I ask hoping that Abby is appreciating my attempt to emulate a naive sexy virgin.

Abby responds by leaning over and kissing me. At first it's tentative and meek, just like our first kiss. Abby's wondering hand finds my thigh and she begins gently stroking as we kiss. She adjusts her position, now above me, our kissing becomes more passionate. My cock is rock hard, but tucked away in my panties. I run my hand against Abby's body, my hand glides along her smooth skin following her curves, I come to her panties, and I stick my hand in, expecting to feel a familiar moistened slit. Instead my hand feels something else, it's kinda rubbery. Hard, but malleable.

I pull back, "is that your phone?"

Abby smiles down at me, studying my face, "No baby, that's my cock."

I giggle, but then see Abby's unmoving grin, "but.. what do you mean?"

"I'll show you, Miley," Abby says leaning back down resuming our making out. I hesitate, but allow for the continued kissing, and tongue sucking.

Abby suddenly pulls back, dismounting me, and shuffles off the bed.

"Do you think I'm sexy, Miley?" Abby says gently swaying back and forth, rubbings her hands along her body, and cupping her large breasts.

"Absolutely," I say through a thick fog of horniness, right now, I would say or do anything. my cock strains against my panties.

"Every bit of me? Abby asks pouting her lip, twirling the belt of her silky robe.

"Every bit." I say.

Abby smiles, and begins undoing her robe, she opens it up, allowing the silky garment to flow gently to the floor. My jaw drops as I see what she was concealing under her robe. Affixed to her groin, like a harness, Abby wears a large dildo strap-on.

"Abby, is that.. why.."

"Shush, baby," Abby says as she sensually crawl back up to the bed, returning to her dominant position over me.

I look at at her, as she seemingly towers above me. She continues crawling past me, the dildo drags first against my crotch, then my stomach, up to my chest, and the finally Abby takes her position, squatting above my face, the dildo inches from my quivering mouth.

"Abby, um, I don't know if I want to.. you know," I say fearing potential backlash from my weak reluctance.

"Oh, I think you want to. I think you want to suck this cock, get it all nice and moist. I know you'll want it wet, especially considering where it's going next."

Abby slowly thrusts forward, gently pressing the head against my lips, she continues, parting my lips. I'm conflicted, and horny, and scared, but I relax my jaw, opening my mouth, allowing Abby's "cock" to enter me, sliding between my cheeks.

Abby begins very slowly rocking back and forth, she knows I'm not used to such an activity, and it seems she's going easy on me, at least for now. I close my eyes, as the dildo fucks my wet hole, I try to think of anything else, but I know what's happening, "You know, some girls name their toys.." Abby says.

"Mmmhm," I moan quietly in response, my occupied mouth unable to speak.

"What about Peter? That was the name of that guy at the gym, right? He was cute, wasn't he, Miley?"

"Mmmhm," I moan again, between thrusts.

"Oh I think you like Peter, show Peter how much you like him," Abby says stopping her rocking. Motionlessly squatting over me, as the dildo slides out of my mouth.

I just lay there, hoping for some rest from my face fucking, but it's clear Abby isn't done with this yet. Knowing my limited options I open my mouth and begin sucking the dildo. No longer am I an unwilling participant, now I am actively servicing this strap-on like I was born to do so.

"No, no," Abby says, "Not like that. I said you really like Peter, kiss it, lick it, make love to his cock, you're not a glory hole, Miley. Your job is to worship Peter's cock."

I'm shocked by her language, I obey. "Peter" pops from my mouth, and I tentatively begin kissing the head and the shaft. I try to remember all the blowjobs I've received, Abby was quite talented. I lick the length of the strap-on, then coat the rubbery phallus with sloppy kisses. I briefly open my eyes to see that my lip gloss has left residue, and the object of my worship is glistening with a layer of saliva.

"You're such a good cocksucker, sweetie, I never knew. I think it's plenty lubricated now, don't you," Abby says looking down at me, lovingly.

I nod at her with the dildo still in my mouth. She giggles and pulls back, dismounting me, as she scoots backwards. She looks down at my rock hard cock, and bends over giving it a quick kiss, "Okay, you know what's next, spread these smooth, silky thighs for me, baby."

"Abby... Are you sure.. I mean.. "

Abby shushes me, and bends down, kissing me firmly on the lips, her hands find my knees and she lifts my legs, spreading them apart. I allow my legs to move, sticking the up into the air, tilting my pelvis upwards for better... access.

Abby's hands circles the outline of my cock in my panties, then suddenly she grabs the material, and in a smooth motion rips the panties from me.

I gasp in shock, and Abby giggles. We continue kissing, and I try not to think about what is about to happen.

I feel "Peter" gently press against my anus, Abby gyrates her hips, as the dildo circle my inexperienced hole. I can feel the moistness of my own saliva. Abby pushes, and my anus opens thanks to the lubrication I eagerly provided.

"Go slow, please," I say briefly pulling back from our kiss.

Abby looks at me and smiles. She says nothing, but retains eye contact as she further enters me. Ever so slowly I can feel my insides make way for my rubbery visitor. Abby thrusts forward finally sending the full length up inside of me.

I moan loudly, then cover my mouth quickly in embarrassment of my womanly expression of pleasure.

Abby giggle, as she continues massaging my insides, "That was your prostate, your g-spot, feels good doesn't it?"

I shake my head, but Abby thrusts against causing another involuntary moan to pass my glossy lips, "...No I don't... Like it."

Abby thrusts again, I refrain from moaning, but I bite my lip and grab the sheets below me, "It's okay baby, It's natural, come on, give in."

I say nothing, but the continued thrusts causes me to lose my cool, "Oh my God!" I yell out as the dildo again reaches my g-spot.

Abby smiles taking immense pleasure in my inability to deny the euphoria that is emanating from my now stretched hole.

Abby increases her pace, and I try to relax my muscles allowing for easy passage, unknowingly my concentrated mouth contorts into a sexy "O" shape as I try to accept the full length of my aggressive girlfriend's strap-on.

"Right there!" I call out, struggling to believe my own words.

Abby acknowledges my request, and focuses her thrust into the special spot I never knew existed.

"Yes, yes yes," I hear myself say. Instinctively I'm bucking my hips meeting Abby's thrusts. Then almost without thinking, I grab handfuls of Abby's panty clad ass, I pull her towards me, intent only on further filling my eager asshole with the rubbery pleasure stick. I can feel my own cock stiffen, "I... Think I'm.. going to...cum!"

Abby grabs my cock, giving it the last bit of attention it needs to send me over the edge. Simultaneously Abby thrusts hard and deep into my love hole, cause me to moan loudly, mouth agape. My cock shoots ropes of cum on to my face and in to my open mouth, I don't even react. I'm cumming more than I ever have and most of it is landing into my welcoming mouth. As my stream weakens, my ejaculate covers my chest and stomach.

Breathing heavily, I open my eyes, blinking to adjust to the light, I look up to Abby. She's squinting and also has labored breathing, but her mouth is fixed in a dumb smile, "Did you..," I ask.

"Yeah, I came," Abby says smiling and looking down at my cum coated face, "..and I see you did too."

I blush, "Yeah."

Abby scoots backwards, and the strap-on slides out of me, exiting my anus with a pop. She discards the dildo off to the side. The she bends down, makes eye contact, and licks from my stomach to my chest, gathering my cum in her mouth, using her tongue as a shovel. She positions her cum filled mouth over mine. Knowing what comes next I open my mouth and stick out my tongue. Abby tilts her head downwards, dumping my cum into my mouth. She proceeds to lick my face, returning my cum into my accepting mouth. She kisses me, as our tongues share my salty seed, trading it between our mouths. Eventually we part, and swallow our shares.

Abby collapses next to me. After a few moments of silence, she turns to me, "How do you feel Miley, how's your pussy? I didn't go too hard did I?"

I clear my throat, "um no, I mean it's sore, really sore, but..."

"Did you like it?"

"I, umm... Abby? Why are you doing this?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, the panties, the makeup, making me dress like a girl, and then... using me like a girl.. why? Are you a lesbian? I'm just so confused," I say as my voice breaks with every word. A sudden release of my built up emotions causes me to burst into tears, sobbing as Abby cradles me in her arms.

"Look at me, look at me," Abby tilts my chin to face her, "I'm happy, and you're happy right?"

"I guess," I say genuinely unsure.

"Then I think it'd be better for your sake if you stopped.. questioning things."

"But...but."

Abby continues, "Do you remember early in our relationship. You used to be so masculine, and demanding. You were always scrawny, but you had this confidence about you, it was so sexy. Remember I sucked your dick on our first date? You used to hold me down by my wrists, and fuck me silly.. But then... As we settled into our patterns, something changed. I'm not blaming you, but it's helpless for us to deny it."

"What are you saying," I whisper.

"I'm saying I used to be your girl. And now, you are my girl. And I think it will be better for both of us if you accept it and do what you're told. Okay Miley?"

I open my mouth, but no words come out, it's so hard to think, I can't believe how much things have changed between us. Abby's right, it's useless to pretend things are the same, "Okay Abby.. I'll be your girl. I love you."

"Aww, I love you too, baby." Abby kisses me firmly, holding me, solidifying my submissive role, "this will be good, I'm going to treat you right, pamper you, make love to you, my little princess. How's that sound?"

I snuggle closer to Abby resting my head against her soft breast, "Very good, Abby. Thank you."

We drift off to sleep.

Author's Note: Hope you enjoy