Just a Friendly Transformation #2 Metamorphosis
Millie Dynamite
Just a Friendly Transformation
#2 Metamorphosis
Marcella’s journey into femaleness continues
Mille Dynamite
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© Copyright 2024 by Millie Dynamite
NOTE: This work contains material not suitable for anyone under eighteen (18) or those of a delicate nature. This is a story and contains descriptive scenes of a graphic, sexual nature. This tale is a work of pure fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously—any resemblance to actual persons, whether living, deceased, real events, or locales, is entirely coincidental.
Just a Friendly Transformation
#2 Metamorphosis
*****
Denver, Colorado office of Helen Steinmann
Thursday, June twentieth
After two months of intense therapy sessions with her psychiatrist, Marcella’s big day drew near. She’d receive her first shot of estradiol valerate, and her journey would truly begin.
Doctor Helen Steinmann reviewed her notes on their last session, smiling here and there as she read. She believed Marcella was physically and emotionally ready for the changes she’d go through. Looking over her analysis report, gazing at Marcella, she pondered the voyage she’d be on in a few short minutes.
“You’ll need to inject yourself once a month, the same day every month. How has your practice with saline shots gone?”
“I’m quite good with it now, Doctor.”
“I’d like you to take your first shot here so I can watch if that’s alright?”
“Sure. When?”
“Today.”
“Really?” Marcella asked, her heart racing a million miles an hour.
“Yes,” Steinmann said.
Marcella took the hypo from the doctor, cleaned the injection site, jabbed the needle into her flesh, and slowly depressed the plunger. Withdrawing it, she placed it on the tray and waited for the changes.
“You may or may not have an instant emotional and/or physical reaction. So, the question is, how do you feel?”
“I’m happy, but other than that, I don’t feel a thing. Well, other than sore and warm where I injected myself.”
“You’ll have physical changes over the next few days and weeks.”
“Boobies?”
“Yes, soon, you’ll have buds.”
Marcella left, wishing she’d had a flood of emotion. It didn’t happen in the office, and they chatted until her time expired. Feeling a bit sad, Marcella set her next appointment.
“Thank you,” she said to the receptionist as she took the card. Courage, she thought, this is a journey. Not a sprint, but a trek from one place to a better one.
As soon as Marcella stepped into the hall outside her doctor’s office, an oppressive weight lifted off her shoulders. It was as if she’d carried the world on her back. At long last, she shed the burden of her former manhood and all of Mark’s insecurities, doubts, and failings. Relief rushed into her mind and emotions. A sense of wonder and euphoria inhabited her being.
It was more than that, a calmness replaced desperation. Marcella grabbed life by both hands, found solutions to her problems, and no longer hid from them. Driving home, she had a flood of emotion. Her duality and a type of completeness were possibly dominating her thoughts. Marcella believed her male side, with its doubts and feelings of inadequacy, would diminish.
Her confidence as a woman blossomed like her breasts, only more so.
Marcella noticed her mood, which had improved, more so after the shot, an unmeasurable amount. She no longer suffered from the idea life was hopeless and helpless. Hope and endless possibilities took their place. As the days passed, she glimpsed herself, the real her, the person she knew she was supposed to be gazing back at her in the mirror.
Oh, that’s really me, she thought, staring at her reflection.
“Yes, dear, you’re beautiful,” Em said one morning.
She’d seen this person the past few weeks. Mere moments, fleeting, almost insubstantial - in her reflection. When she looked again, she was gone, and Mark stared at her. But after the first dose of Estradiol, those glimpses became more frequent until there was only Marcella.
Three days after that first injection, her nipples bothered her. Buds formed hard bumps under her areolas. She still wore fake boobs for a few months, but when they blossomed to a-cups, she stopped.
“Sweetheart, you’ve lil’ bobbies,” Emily said.
“Yeah, I do.”
Sometimes, she didn’t wear bras at all.
“The boys are gonna be staring at those. And not just the boys.”
“Oh, Em, is it selfish of me to want that?”
“Not as long as I’m on the journey with. You will always come home to me, won’t you?”
“Yes, always.”
And as her confidence grew, so did Marcella’s desire for intimacy. There was a hunger inside of her. A deep and primal need that she couldn’t ignore. Emily appreciated every inch of her. Understood, she wouldn’t trade her cock for a pussy.
Em recognized no one person could genuinely satisfy Marcella. Emily prepared herself for the inevitable sharing of her, once husband and now wife, with others.
Marcella changed her name, and Emily and she moved to Denver. They purchased a large luxury condo. Marcella took a job with the Rolls-Royce Motor Cars Group, Denver dealership. Right off the bat, she took the crown from their former top salesman.
Thanks to her tucking compression underwear, no one had any idea she was transgender. This was a private thing, and only those she chose would know about it.
The Fourth of July was a long day for her. The Independence Day Sale Marcella sold two new Ghosts, one Specter, and a Phantom. She also sold a Certified Pre-owned 2020 Aston Martin DBS Superleggera. The other sales staff moved fewer vehicles combined.
Marcella was the queen of the lot, and the others were her envious subjects.
“I wish I knew your secret,” Jana said, one of her female coworkers. “I can’t figure out if it’s as simple as your sly smile, little girl figure, or something else. But the customers, regardless of gender, are putty in your hands.”
“Maybe it’s my big hidden personality,” she joked. Marcella leaned into the woman and whispered, “You don’t do so bad though, now do you?” she bumped her hip into her.
“Too bad you have a wife,” Jana said, darting her eyes around to be sure no one was watching. She kissed Marcella’s cheek and said, “Us lesbos have to stick together.”
Marcella’s mind pondered the body under the dress. A full-figured woman with nice round tits and a plump ass couldn’t be all bad.
“If you play your cards right, you, Emily, and I might study my secret in excruciating detail someday.”
Jana thought of a threesome with the married couple. All fingers, lips, tongues, and toes, oh my.
“Make it promise?” Jana said. “I’m not kidding.”
“Neither was I,” Marcella said. She sipped her coffee, gazed into Jana’s eyes, and had a certain seductive sparkle that caused Jana’s heart to flutter.
As you see, it proved impossible for any of them to hate her. Her confidence, sensuality, and the sexual fire she vibed to the men and women won them over. How does one hate someone who makes their knees weak?
As she walked out of the showroom and headed to the employee lot, the lot attendant, Donald, flagged her down.
“Excuse me, Mrs. Poter. I cleaned and waxed your Aston Martin,” Donald said, handing her keys.
“Oh, Donny, that’s very sweet of you,” she said, leaning into him. Marcella kissed his cheek and ran her hands down to his crotch with a silky lightness. Running her fingers over his small rock-hard dick, she stroked it through his pants. “Such a cute dicklet. Does my big strapping running back want a hand job for a tip again?”
“Yes, please, but I don’t play football anymore,” he said.
“I remember, but that’s how I think of you.” All the while, Marcella rubbed his stiff penis, guiding him to his little shack. “Don’t cum till we get it out.”
A few minutes later, she exited the shack, and the 22-year-old sat in his chair, dreaming of fucking her for real. He might be more or less interested if he only knew the truth. For now, he fantasized about her mouth warping around his cock, or plunging his four and a half inches into her with her undulating under him in ecstasy.
Never thinking of the other girls, all three of them, not getting off when he used them.
The SUV pulled onto I25, and Bernardino Esposito gunned the engine to get around a truck. With Colorado Springs shrinking in his review, he navigated around slower traffic and pushed his vehicle past the speed limit.
After a few minutes, he broke the silence and spoke to Tatiyana Borkemantorov. They weren’t fond of each other. Berny knew she was a gold digger. But he also understood she was very close to friends of the Porters, and Tatiyana was closer to Marcella than he.
“I want time alone with her,” Berny said. Checking his left mirror, he pulled into the lane and passed a slower car.
“Da, so say we all,” Tatiyana said. “Slow down, I want get there alive.”
As soon as he cleared the other driver, he swerved back into it.
“‘T’isn’t fair that I have to share her always. You have time alone with her. Emily has lots of time alone with her.”
“Emily is wife, moron, and I am sexier than you.” Tatiyana crawled back in her seat, “Watch the fuck out.”
He zoomed around a stopped car, half on and half off the highway.
“Tat, can you help me out with this?” Berny didn’t enjoy begging. But for time alone with Marcella, he’d beg. “Please, you have influence with her.”
“Only if you pay me.”
“Pay you with what, how?” he asked, slowing down to the speed limit when his radar detector went insane.
“Thanking god for policeman, wherever he is. Like my customers on cam, with money.”
“You’re no fucking help.”
“At resort, I paid for helpful. On cam, I paid for helpful. No helpful for free, at least not for you.”
“How much?” Once he passed the parked highway patrol car and dipped below the hill, Berny floored it again.
“Three hundred dollar cash money. And you drive slower.”
“Can’t afford that.”
“I no help.”
“Fucking bitch,” he said. Bernardino pushed the car to over 90 miles around.
“Motherfucking fag,” she answered again, holding on for dear life. And so it went, snide remarks back and forth.
“You’re a gold-digger.”
“No, I’m paid professional FinDom.”
Bernardino Esposito and Tatiyana Borkemantorov were with Marcella and Emily that night. The four friends ate dinner, and as always, Marcella was the center of attention. Once, it would have been Emily, but she bowed to her wife’s superior presence. And somehow, this pleased Emily to no end.
Berny talked constantly to Marcella, trying to capture her attention. Tatiyana let him palaver. But once he took a breath, she’d chime in with the most trivial thing, and Marcella would listen intently. For several minutes, the other three exchanged conversation. Marcella would split her discussion between his wife and Tat until Berny took over again.
Berny never considered or cared how rude he was behaving. His bruised ego didn’t allow for self-contemplation. Bernie’s obsession ruled his mind, and this thing about her dominated his every thought. All he understood was that he couldn’t have to her and didn’t like that.
Bernardino couldn’t catch a break. Unable to hold her interest, he soured on the whole thing. But Berny had a plan to be the best sub possible when the fucking began. If only he had the staying power to actually be her preferred object to fuck. He didn’t, but that comes later.
After the meal, the orgy began.
Their appetites of insatiable, unquenchable fires of lustful desire. Four bodies moved together with a fierce intensity. Every touch and caress sent shivers down spines. Marcella’s hand roamed over the others’. She explored every curve and contour, lingered on this one’s breasts and another’s ass as all groaned and moaned in pleasure.
She even paid some attention to Berny. Not nearly enough for him.
Dropping to his knees, he begged, “Use me, mistress.”
“Open your mouth, Berny.”
When Berny took her into his mouth, worshiping her shecock with his tongue and lips, Marcella fucked his face in ecstasy.
Shockwaves ran through Berny. Marcella, at last, used him for her pleasure, which gave him his purpose of being.
Tatiyana could barely contain her excitement, feeling wholly owned by Marcella. She looked into Emily’s eyes and saw mirrored desire. The Tat and Em kissed. Tongues intertwined in a mutual exploration of longing.
But for the moment, Berny was the object of her lust. And she used him hard. It was everything he wished for, dreamed of his Mistress pounding his throat. Hopefully, his ass would be well used, too.
Constantly, their eyes darted to Berny, kneeling before his goddess, taking her magnificent cock down his throat. When Marcella thrust in deep, Berny’s throat swelled to accommodate the plumb-sized glans. Like a giant Adam’s apple, the nob filled all the space, leaving no room for him to breathe.
Taking the cock, breathing between lunges, Berny’s chest swelled with pride. Marcella was his Mistress, a deity to be worshiped and adored with fear and trembling. And he was her loving slave. But all too soon, it changed.
Marcella turned her attention to Tatiyana’s pussy, pounding into her with unrelenting force. When she slid inside Tonya, stretching her tight cunt, she filled her with her thick, firm pecker. In that instant, Tatiyana truly felt alive.
The sounds of flesh slapping against flesh filled the air, punctuated by their ragged breaths and gasps of pleasure.
Sweat dripped from their bodies as they reached new heights of ecstasy. Raw desire and unbridled lust surged as an electric jolt through each of them. Lovers with wild abandon expressed their deepest desires, urges, and desperate yearnings.
The evening was just beginning. The group of lovers, some new and some not, had endless choices ahead of them.
She fucked her and owned Tatiyana. With demanding, deep thrusts, her hips slapped against Tatiyana’s, and Marcella claimed her, taking whatever she wanted from her. And when she finally came inside, her Marcella filled her womb with hot fertile seed.
Tatiyana screamed in pleasure.
But Marcella was far from finished. She ordered Berny to eat her seed from Tatiyana. Tatiyana and Em kissed and explored one another while she pummeled Berny’s ass.
Bernardino Esposito succumbed to Marcella’s dominance. He eagerly devoured Tatiyana and Marcella’s wet, intermingled nectars from her pussy. All the while preparing for the invasion of Marcella’s massive, angered clit below.
He didn’t hate Tatiyana enough to refuse Marcella’s order.
Emily and Tatiyana kissed and touched as Berny ate his fill from Tatiyana. Tatiyana’s body shook in orgasm as her tongue danced in Emily’s mouth.
Marcella squatted over Bernardino. Her thick member bobbed and swayed, ready for action. She dripped oil onto her gargantuan phallus, teasing Berny as she slathered the lube thickly on her pole. Her eyes locked on Berny’s hole. She placed the dripping, oiled head of her cock at the edge of his sphincter.
Stabbed inside.
Inch by inch, she forced herself inside him, penetrating deeper and deeper. Her wild movements revealed Marcella’s desires, passions, domination, and brutal strength.
Marcella’s thick cock invaded Berny’s tight ass, causing intense pain that turned into pleasure. Marcella thrust into him forcefully, and her stiff shaft rubbed his prostate. Coaxing it to respond.