The other girls were barely out the door when Toni and Mary started playing with themselves in their own rooms. Toni played with his pendulous new breasts, rubbing his nipples and areola over and over again with both dry and wetted fingers and luxuriating in the texture and heft of his new mammaries. She rubbed her new smallish hands all over her taut, hourglass shaped body. To her delight, she found tingle spots everywhere. The crook of her neck, the inside of her elbow almost her the entire surface of her full luscious ass. But best of all was her pussy. If the inside edges of her vaginal lips weren't exciting enough, her clitoris seemed to pack all the nerve endings of the penis she'd been so proud of just an hour earlier into a tiny fraction of the flesh. Toni walked to the window, circling her clit with one finger all the while. Outside, the blond boy across the street, a senior on the track team, was just finishing a run. He stood there in only his track shorts, socks and running shoes gasping for breath leaning on the fence. Toni worked another finger onto her clit, rubbing and circling and tweaking it, feeling more and more moist, all the while undressing the 6' tall 165 pound runner, imagining his rock hard male body on top of her and then inside her. Over and over he'd thrust until . . -gasp-
Tony had her first female orgasm and knew that she would have to have this boy and any other that suited her. An hour later, he was showered, changed and outside again, perhaps waiting for friends. But just a few words from gorgeous Toni St. Martin, a few meaningful looks right in the eye and she was kissing him in the entrance to his house. He picked her up and carried her up to his bed. Toni felt herself getting moist at this display of command. He put her down on the bed and stripped her clothes off haphazardly and started to suck on her melon sized breasts. Toni squeezed his buns over and over as he did, delighted by his narrow, male shape. After just a bit more preliminaries, his thighs were against hers and he thrust. Toni gasped. Despite her crying need for it, the first time hurt. He did it again and again, though and it got progressively better, but after just a couple minutes, he came and that was it. She gave him an affectionate slap on the ass as he climbed off her.
It was an even that occurred several times in the following week. Knockout Toni St. Martin saw a beautiful boy in his speedo at the swim meet. Just minutes after the meet ended, she was pulling down his spandex brief in a tile lined janitor's closet. They did it twice in just 15 minutes, first standing up and the second time the swimmer picked Toni up by her round ass and pumped her up and down on his huge organ. He was much bigger than the track guy had been and uncircumcised, which she liked much better.
There were two cyclists. Toni was leaving school with Mary in their crummy car when two, toned within an inch of their lives boys pedaled by on competition bikes. A glance between the two sisters and they knew they'd have those boys. Six miles later, just beyond a gas station where the boys had stopped for water, the St. Martin sisters fucked their brains out in the small whirlpool of a stream out back of the station. Toni bit hers on the ass as she left him, laughing at his screech of pain but smiling at his luscious, lanky male body, all straight lines and energy, so different from the symphony of curves and arcs that she was now.
Another time, it was just a boy she came across on her way home from school. Mary had the car and Toni was walking, enjoying the casual exercise of her ability to turn boys' heads at will. A meticulously groomed red haired boy, very handsome, tall and slender with glasses but with spring in his step gave her a look. She met his glance as almost a challenge. In a few minutes, they were in his house and he was pulling Toni's clothes off her atop a bed that was too big to be his. She pulled his clothes off him, too, not allowing him to get on with it as he wanted. He tried to go right to the act, but she made him lick and squeeze and do at least a little foreplay first. Despite his good boy appearance, this boy turned out to be a sexual connoisseur. He varied the pace of his thrusts, slowed whenever he got close to climax, occasionally rubbed his huge mushroom top glans expertly against her much smaller clit and even found Toni's G-spot high up on the front side of her vagina. Toni ran her hands over his long, luscious, lithe body over and over again, especially his round buns. They came at the same time and Toni held him close for several minutes afterward. He even wanted to talk, but Toni felt like real intimacy would've been out of line seeing as she would be a he in a few more days.
There was no imitimacy at all to dancing at the strip club. The men there were almost uniformly old, ugly, wrinkled and unappetizing. Toni found herself dancing solely out of enthusiasm for the music and joy in her new female body. It was so easy. She drove up with Mary and somehow recalled just where to enter and where to change. The "outfit" didn't vary, ridiculous high heels, an absolutely minimal bikini top that she would quickly shed and a g-string that she never shed, at least not in the main room. Toni would've without a second thought, but it would've left no place for the men to tip her. She danced to all the staples Tony would've imagined like "Welcome to the Jungle" and a few that mildly surprised her like the Stones' "Little T & A". She shook her ass on the bar. She made her tits swing and sway on individual tables. She swung on the bars and improvised with whatever furniture there was. Toni had a great time of it. She was dancing and enjoying her girl's body and the patrons loved her. She heard wolf whistles and shouts of praise for her drum tight ass (which a couple men slapped when management wasn't looking, though she didn't much mind) but more than that for her tits. there was a lot of drunken conjecture as to whether they were real, but the men at the table seemed to realize after a few minutes that they were.
Toward the end of her shifts, Toni, or Bambi as she was known at the club and her sister, Fawn would entertain the clubs special guests in the champagne room. The club owner didn't expect Bambi and Fawn to have sex with the men there, but they quite readily did. Once, with the help of the available gaudy leather furniture, Toni found herself on top of one hefty man, while another was sodomizing her and she was sucking the cock of a third while sister Mary was similarly engaged just a few feet away. The men couldn't believe their luck that girls so beautiful were so voracious and so willing. But the St. Martin sisters were.
In fact, after finishing their shifts, they would check their pagers and see if the escort service had business for them. The escort service was just a corporate pimp. Toni met two men working for the service. One was an old, fat italian man who couldn't believe how good lucking Toni was. But he was terrible in bed and reacted insecurely when she made a couple suggestions to try and get him to do it like the red haired boy had. She had more fun with the former frat boy, now 30 years old who wanted to have a little fun both giving and receiving with a paddle but whose wife was unwilling. Toni was plenty willing and laughed at the game of it, even while being paddled across her full bottom. He was a fun guy and still handsome, if putting on weight. What a dumb prude his wife must be!
Toni and Mary richly enjoyed their time as females, toying with men and boys at school and elsewhere, lusting with abandon after their hard slender bodies and knowing that they could get any particular one they came across. Tony didn't have that power, as handsome and attractive as he was. He wasn't inclined to exercise it anyway, but it wasn't there. With the female version of the same body, he held sway over any man who crossed his path. And there was no reluctance. He compared notes with Mary and Mark. Mary didn't have to be coaxed into wanting boys or agreeing to do things with them. They were beautiful and exciting. It surprised both of them to realize just how deep ran the current of female desire for the male. Could any distinction be made from how they felt with penises? They both doubted it.
Toni stood before the emitter, gazing at Jack, already transformed, beside her. But the electric wave passed through her. she grew taller. Her shoulders widened. Her hips narrowed, legs, arms, feet and fingers lengthened and face changed shape. She became more muscular and fat disappeared from her. Her hair shortened to Tony's close cropped style and then the pussy he'd grown so accustomed to became the proud priapus of a week before.
"That was enlightening" said Tony in his old deep voice and then laughed "and a lot of fun, too"
Mark, back to his quicksilver fast 13 year old boy body laughed too. "A lot of fun"