I gave into what could only be described as instinct, allowing the transvestite to pound my
newly created pussy over and over again. It felt amazing, having something slide in and
out of me like that, and I screamed with ecstasy. Yet it was bizarre, the thing with breasts
should be the one taking it, inside, instead it was pounding the thing with the flat chest. I
don't know how many times I did it with that she-male, but clearly he/she was drained
when we were done. After we finished, I wanted to leave and fix myself, but my partner
wanted to talk. So we sat, snuggling and naked and she began to speak.
"I don't understand you" she said in her oddly androgynous voice. "I mean you have a
pussy, breasts, everything I want to be, and yet you threw it all away to be some ugly ass
man. Why, you had the feminine gift?" I couldn't think of how to respond. Should I have
told her about the ring? I decided it was the right thing to do.
"Well," I started "the thing is I've always been a man, I just have this ring thing which can
make changes." I started to stretch for some truth and I lied, "and today, I wanted to see
what it felt like to get it up the pussy. I'm not a transsexual like you, I'm just magic."
She demanded proof, so I said "look down at your crotch right now," with a big smirk on
my face. She snuck her head under the cover and found that her dick and balls were
gone, replaced with a brand new pussy. She leaned over on me and began to kiss me. "I
know how to thank you," and we rolled over for another session of lovemaking.