Continuing the story of the female version of me from a weird dream I had
To say I’ve been a moody bitch this last 12 days would be an understatement, despite Sally’s best efforts to cheer me up and the therapist’s attempts to get me to talk about it. I’ve only been out of my room when I’ve absolutely had to, haven’t worn a dress or make-up, preferring a baggy jumper and jeans, since Andy left for basic training. It’s also a good job that Mr Snuggles (the teddy he bought me after our second excursion into the outside world) doesn’t have any bones as I’ve been cuddling him so tight I would’ve broken every single one. Missing him so much is bad enough, not hearing anything from him is even worse.
Hey, I’m Charlotte, Charley for short. Former male, now biologically female and thoroughly down in the dumps because I won’t see my boyfriend again for another 11 weeks.
“Go away!” I whine into the intercom as it buzzes for the 50th time in a minute. I know who it is, Sally, she’s probably going to try to suggest some ‘fun’ activity just for me to refuse. All I want is to be left alone.
“You’re really going to want to open the door for this one!” she practically singsongs through the speaker.
“No I won’t!” I singsong back sarcastically, convinced she’s just trying to tease me into showing my face.
“Fine! I’ll just give this letter back to the postman...”
I fling the door open, my eyes immediately drawn to the envelope she’s holding towards me, an envelope with some very familiar handwriting on it... Andy’s.
I snatch it out of her hand, scrutinising it closely as I head to the bed and practically jump on, sitting cross legged and trying to open it carefully as my hands shake with nerves. I finally manage it, taking out the headed paper and unfolding it.
“Well, ok,” Sally says with a huff, closing the door. “aren’t those PJs a bit big for you?” she remarks as she walks towards the bed and sits next to me.
“They’re Andy’s.” I half reply as I scan the letter for any hint that it’s a ‘Dear John’, by the third paragraph it’s quite clear that it’s not.
“So... what does he say?” she looks at me with intrigue.
“My darling Charlotte...” I read aloud “there are no words to describe how much I miss you, even though it’s only been a few days. Please forgive me for writing so late, my Drill Sergeant is a tough one and this is the first time I’ve had 5 minutes to my self since arriving here.”
“Go on.” She nudges me as I pause to scan the next part.
“I miss you, darling, I yearn for the soft feel of your lips, the gentle caresses of your fingers (sally mimics being sick, teasing me), the soft squeaks you make when you sleep, the way your...” I put my hand to my mouth. “Oops! I can’t read that part out to you!” I say with a giggle.
“Why? What’s he say?” she tries to read the letter over my shoulder, following it and shifting position as I keep moving it out of sight. “C’mon, spill!”
“Jeez, Sal, what’s with you?” I hold the letter out of reach as she tries to grab it. “I’m going to see Josh and tell him to give you a few extra orgasms tonight!”
“He won’t,” she huffs, folding her arms under her chest. “it’s my time of the month and he says it’ll be too messy.”
“Not even up your...” I let out a quick two tone whistle meaning her ass.
“I don’t want to get blood on my balls.” She replies, putting on an approximation of his voice as I look at her with a mixture of amusement and disbelief.
“So he’ll risk shit on his dick when he wants impromptu bum fun but it’s a no no for his hang-me-downs?”
(As you’ve probably guessed, Sally is one of those girls that gets very horny when she has ‘the Curse’. Josh, however, is the kind of guy that finds a ladies’ natural cycle a bit of an ick.)
“Exactly.” She states seriously before we both burst out laughing. “Andy’s probably the same.”
“I doubt it, I think he likes my ass too much to resist. The only reasons we didn’t during my last one was because I didn’t feel like having sex and we hadn’t tried anal at that point.” I look at her conspiratorially “not that it stopped me sucking him off or stroking him, Gotta keep your man happy.”
“You whore!” Sally exclaims jokingly.
“Coming from the one who stuck her ass in the air on the second night, spread her cheeks and told Josh to shove it in!”
“I did not!”
“Charley, I was so brazen...” I start in my best impression of her, stopping when she playfully punches me in the arm.
“I was hoping you’d forgotten that. So come on... what else does Andy miss? Spill.” She prods me in the arm repeatedly until I give in.
“He misses the way my pussy clamps and quivers when I cum, whether it’s on his fingers, tongue or cock.” I tell her with a smirk.
“Kinky! So... you going to stop being a gloomy cow now?”
“Yeah... I feel much better now.” I confess with a grin.
“Girl’s day out? I’ve got the day off.”
“Ok, just give me an hour, the things he goes on to say in this letter are making it so I need some ‘special’ time.”
“It’s that erotic?” she asks, looking jealous.
“It’s ‘I’ve only read the first line and I’m dripping wet’ kind of erotic.”
“Lucky bitch,” Sally says getting up and heading to the door before turning back and holding up her finger. “One hour.”
“Yes ma’am!” I salute as she heads out of the door.
Once she’s gone, I slip off the PJ bottoms and my plain panties, laying back, spreading my knees and running my fingers over my labia.
“I hope you don’t mind, if the first thing I do after kissing you, is to kneel down and eat your sweet pussy as you lean against the wall.” I read, my fingers rubbing in the way I imagine his tongue lapping at my outer lips. “The thought of your scent, your sweet juices running freely into my mouth is what keeps me going. I want to tease your sensitive lips and the hard nub of your clit...” I lightly tease my sensitive spot, gasping as pleasurable shocks shoot through me. “I want to watch your face as I suck on it, to see your beauty in bliss as I lick and hum on that most delicious of spots on your gorgeous body.” I rub my clit harder, gasping loudly as my orgasm builds.
“Oh... Andy... please... make me cum!” I cry out as I read his words, my fingers blurring as I stimulate myself furiously.
“I’ll plunge my tongue inside your sweetness, locking eyes with you as I fuck you with it...” I slip two fingers from my other hand inside my slick hole, finger fucking myself as fast as I rub my hard clit, my groans echoing around the room as I push myself closer and closer to release.
“Yeeeeeeees! Andyyyyyy!” I cry out as I continue, the letter carefully placed so I can read it.
“As I probe you deeper with it, running it over your sweet spot, grinning as you squirm on my face and groan my name.”
I close my eyes, an image of him looking up at me as I writhe with bliss, my pussy streaming juices and soaking his face. I open my eyes again and go back to reading his letter.
“When you cum, your juices gush into my mouth, running down my throat and chin, your intoxicating scent filling my mind and making me suck you harder, holding you in place as you quiver on my face...” My orgasm bounds towards me, my fingers slamming my pussy and almost brutalising my clit as I imagine cumming on his face.
“F... f... fuck!.. God! Yes!” I pant, nearing the point of no return, my release inevitable.
“Your sweet nectar refreshes me, I keep fucking you with my tongue as your pussy squeezes and ripples around it, releasing more of your delicious honey for me to gulp down...” that’s as far as I get before...
“Andyyyyyy! Fuuuuuuuck! AndyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyYYYYYYYYY!” My body explodes with pleasure, my pussy spasming and clamping on my fingers as I scream his name, hips bucking and my juices squirting onto the sheets as I finger fuck myself through my orgasm, only slipping them out when I can take no more. I lay there for a few minutes, panting hard and quivering with aftershocks, closing my eyes and bringing forth an image of him naked, his rock hard cock twitching and sending a shiver through my sopping hole.
Wiping my fingers clean on the sheets, I pick up the letter, tempted to carry on only to realise that there’s only 20 minutes until I’m due to meet Sally. Cursing, I slip the letter into the bedside drawer and run into the shower, washing hastily before choosing my outfit and dressing quickly. I put on a little make up, slip on my shoes and grab my purse, making it to reception with seconds to spare.
“You look rather flustered,” she remarks with a sly smile as I smooth my dress and tease the stray strands of my hair into place. “good letter?”
“I didn’t even finish the paragraph.” I state simply. “do I look ok?”
“You look fine. Now, let’s have some fun. Coffee, movie or lingerie shopping first?”
“More lingerie? What do you do with it all?”
“It’s Josh, he keeps ripping my panties by pulling them off with his teeth too aggressively.” She laughs making me wonder if she’s being serious. “So, what’s your choice?”
“Movie,” I say quickly “so I can properly get my breath back.”
“Ooooooh! It must be a good letter, can I borrow it?”
“Not a chance in hell, Sal, though I may share the best bits if you buy the drinks and popcorn.”
“Deal.” She grins, grabbing my arm and practically dragging me out of the main entrance.
As we pass by the main gate I see that it’s Josh on duty, so I quickly scoot over and whisper in his ear.
“Put a sock over your balls if it bothers you so much.” I breathe in his ear sternly. “Your lady needs cock.”
I walk quickly back to Sally, grinning mischievously and joining her in a giggle as we look back at Josh’s confused expression. He looks at Sally, who pats her ass cheek and winks, a look of understanding washes over his face and he nods, finally getting what I meant.
We watch a rom com at the cinema, but I get bored of it quickly as it’s the one I saw with Andy when we masturbated each other and Sally isn’t interested as there’s no sex scenes to pique her interest, so we try to throw popcorn into each other’s cleavages, just for fun. I win 6-4, the mess on the floor is insane with popcorn everywhere. We head to our favourite boutique, the lady behind the counter smiling in a “back again?” way as she spots Sally and we flick through the offerings. Sally buys several sets but nothing really takes my fancy. Over coffee I suggest a trip to the city’s adult toy shop, intriguing Sally greatly.
“After some new ‘toys’, huh?” she probes, grinning at me with a mischievous smirk. “What would Andy think?!”
“He’d probably be glad I’m being faithful,” I tell her with a straight face “especially as what I’m looking for will, hopefully, be used with an extra special toy in my collection.”
“What toy?” she asks, giving me a look I know means she won’t back off until I tell her.
“You’ve heard of those ‘clone your cock/pussy’ kits, right?” She nods enthusiastically. “well, after Andy got his orders we went and got a set each, now we have an exact replica of each other’s bits.”
“So you’ve got a dildo made from a mould of his dick?”
“Yes, and he’s got a fleshlight with my pussy on it.
“What’s the issue then? What could you possibly need to go with that?”
“It just doesn’t feel quite the same moving it with my own hand,” I discreetly pass her a small catalogue from the shop, a circle around a particular toy, a rectangular box with a sliding coupling and straps to hold it in position via the users legs. “So I had a look for something to help make it feel more real.”
“Autothruster 3000,” she reads quietly from the de***********ion “ attach your favourite toy, set the speed, depth and angle and let it take you to heaven... sounds fun.”
“I hope so, I just want it to feel like it’s him fucking me again.”
“C’mon,” she says, downing the last of her coffee and standing. “let’s go get your salvation.”
We head to the adult store and I buy the unit before heading back to the institute, my new acquisition nestled safely in a plain bag. We make plans to meet for dinner and go our separate ways, my legs unable to get me to my room quick enough. Once inside I strip off completely, climbing eagerly onto the bed and unwrapping my new toy. Reaching into the bedside drawer I retrieve the ‘Andy dildo’ and secure it into the unit, tightening the collar until it’s held firmly in place. I load the toy with batteries, placing it to one side whilst I use my fingers to get myself nice and slick. I tighten the straps around my legs and use the control box to slip the dildo’s head into my waiting hole, setting that as the minimum depth. Inching the dildo inside me completely, I groan as the familiar feeling of Andy’s cock stretches my tight hole. I set that as the maximum depth, feeling the silicone copy of his manhood slowly sliding out as it resets. Taking a deep breath, I turn it to the slow setting, moaning as it fills me again. I gradually increase the speed, closing my eyes and imagining him fucking me, his hips thrusting into me as he stares down at me with lust. Something isn’t right, it feels great but there’s something... missing. There’s no feeling of weight behind the thrusts, nothing to wrap my legs around as the toy fucks me, so (and don’t laugh at me for this) I grab Mr Snuggles from where he lays on the bed next to me, manoeuvring him so the toy is between his legs and I can cross my feet behind his back. With his limp body lay on top of me I restart the machine, kissing his neck and clawing his back as I close my eyes, picturing Andy thrusting hard and deep inside me, I increase the toy’s speed further.
“Fuck! Yes! Andy! Fill me! Fuck me! I’ve missed your cock so much!” I cry out as the toy fucks me hard, I tighten my legs around Mr Snuggles and angle my hips so that the toy rubs against my g spot with each pounding movement. “harder, darling! Take me! Make me yours!” I gasp as I turn it to maximum, the dildo slamming my tight, soaking hole and making me quiver as my orgasm builds, my face buried in the side of the teddy’s head as I squeal and pant.
In my mind, Andy grunts with exertion as his hips slam into my crotch, his shaft forcing its way inside me and pushing me to my limits. I gasp and grunt, burying my face into his neck, trying to give him a love bite.
“Yes! Right there! Use my cunt! Fuck me! Fill me! Breed me!” I yell as my orgasm thunders towards me, my hips shaking and bucking involuntarily as it pushes me towards the precipice.
“God yes! Make me cum on that huge cock of yours! Do it! Make me your bitch!” I scream as my climax hits me like a tsunami, my legs clamping around Mr Snuggles as I convulse and writhe, my nails digging deep into his soft fur. It fucks me through my release, screaming and squealing as another wave crashes over me, my walls clamping on the thrusting shaft, juices gush from my pussy, my spent body collapsing as it continues pumping me.
I manage to gather enough energy to switch off the machine, whether by timing or luck, the dildo stops all the way inside me, leaving me feeling full and satisfied, breathing heavily as the aftershocks make me jolt and gasp with Mr Snuggles lay happily on top of me. It’s about 10 minutes before I’ve recovered enough to finally push him off me, watching him flop onto the bed next to me and I undo the straps on the toy, slipping it out of me, the emptiness in my loins making me want more. I look at the bear, then at the toy, still glistening with my juices and an idea hits me. I quickly examine the straps on the machine, seeing that they can swivel so it can be used at different angles. I strap the machine to his legs then use some belts to strap him to the rear of a chair. Once he’s set, I kneel on the floor in front of him, slowly inching back until I can guide the head into my dripping entrance. Quivering with anticipation I move slowly backwards, moaning as the dildo slides easily into my pussy until it’s buried to the hilt. I switch it on, turning it to a steady pace and letting Mr Snuggles fuck me doggystyle as I drag my nails along the carpet.
“Mmmmmmmm! Gooooooooooooood!” I groan as I slightly increase the tempo, rocking in time with the machines thrusts, deepening the penetration. I whimper as the pleasure builds, leaning downwards and making the shaft stimulate my g spot.
“Fuuuuuuuck!” I moan, increasing the speed and thrusting back with my hips. I claw the carpet harder, groaning and squealing, the dildo stretching my hole harder and faster as I turn it up again. My legs twitch as my second orgasm approaches quickly.
“Pump me! Fuck me!” I yell, groaning gutturally as I turn it to maximum making Mr Snuggles pound me mercilessly. My toes clench as it pushes me over the edge again, I let out a long squeal as waves of bliss spread throughout my body, my juices running like a river. My mind numbs and I stop the toy, slipping off the shaft as I collapse on the floor, twitching crazily. I release a loud, long “uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhnnn!” as my orgasm continues, leaving me a quivering mess on the carpet. I jerk violently as the final spasms of euphoria pass through my body and I lay gasping for breath. Exhausted, I unstrap Mr Snuggles and drag him to the bed, just managing to pull him on to it before I pass out, my body tightly wrapped around my fluffy companion.
I awake from a wonderful yet strange dream. In it, it’s mine and Andy’s wedding reception, he’s looking dashingly handsome in full dress uniform and I’m in a gorgeous, white, medieval style corset dress with intricate patterns and flowers sewn into it, small pearls adorn the centres of the flowers. The skirt and petticoats are billowy but not over the top, a silver tiara with diamonds is holding my veil in place as my long ginger locks curl over my shoulders.
Even Andy’s mom is happy for us (I’ve seen her photo), both mothers eagerly mentioning grandchildren, even though they already have one in Mae. Our first dance is to Lifehouse’s ‘Everything’, a song both I and Leon, my former self, have loved since we first heard it and the one that Andy states is his song to me. As the song swells near the end, so does my stomach, going from perfectly flat to nearly full term pregnancy in a few seconds. Andy grins widely at me as he strokes my belly, widening when he feels our unborn child kick, the dream ends as I feel my waters break.
I quickly write down every detail of the dream, saying nothing about it to Sally at dinner but discussing it with the therapist during my session the next day. In her opinion, the wedding setting is a representation of my total devotion to him, the way I want to be his and his alone. The sudden pregnancy is my subconscious expressing both my wish to give him everything he wants and a manifestation of my fear of losing him, the mindset being that the more he has to come home to, the more likely he will do so safely. She asks me to tell her if I have the dream again and to write down anything that’s different. I have the dream twice more over the next two weeks, the second time we have a son, about 3 years old, my belly still expanding in time with the song. The third, our son is about 6 years old and we have a 3yo daughter. Again, my stomach swells but that’s the last time I have the dream so I have no real idea what it is, though instinct tells me it’s another boy. She try’s to probe that instinct but she drops the subject when I can’t describe it.
Something I have to do during this time, is to write the eulogy for Leon’s ‘funeral’. I go onto my/his old Facebook profile to look at the comments and posts left by friends, colleagues and classmates, expecting to see little more than the ten that were posted when I last looked a month ago. One strong part of Leon’s personality was a belief that he never really mattered, that he would quickly be forgotten by all but a few close friends. He couldn’t have been more wrong. As his page appears there are hundreds of notifications, most are comments on the post I made introducing myself as his long lost sister and announcing his passing. Reading them all brings tears to my eyes, the funny stories from his closest friends, heartfelt comments from people he thought wouldn’t have given him the time of day, even a few declarations of romantic affection and wishes that they had told him when they had the chance.
Checking my own profile, I too have a crazy amount of messages and friend requests, all wanting to know more about my story and how Leon and I found each other. It takes 2 hours just to read everything on Leon’s profile and another hour to sort through mine. I make a post explaining my unexpected birth, abduction, life growing up in Ireland, my subsequent discovery of the truth and managing to track down my birth family, following the story devised with the CEOs to the letter.
It takes 2 ½ hours of writing, shortening, rewriting and proof reading to complete the eulogy, including a very brief introduction of myself (literally “I’m Charlotte, Leon’s long lost sister. If you’d like to know more, please feel free to ask. Today is about my brother, Leon, not me...” is the first line).
My second task is to write three letters to four particular friends of Leon’s, each of them the lynch pin to a group of friends from that life that I wish to keep and rekindle.
First is a woman called Lynne. Although he wouldn’t see her that often, she was one of those friends where it would feel like you last saw them yesterday, she had also been close to one of the others I’m writing to but she cut ties with them.
That person being a guy called Jordan. The thing with Jordan is that he likes to think of himself as a bit of a ladies man, though that is far from the truth. He invites women to his usual pub for a ‘friendly’ drink, then makes ‘show off’ posts of them together on social media and claims he slept with them to anyone who asks, every time is a lie (something I would go on to inadvertently expose in the future). He also tries it on, copping a feel during an innocent hug or putting his hands where he shouldn’t when he thinks they’re drunk or distracted enough. Many people, including Leon, have called him out for this but he always comes up with some lame excuse to try to justify it or ignores it completely. Regarding Lynne, she was passing the pub and popped in to have a quick, friendly drink on the provision that he kept his hands to himself as she’s happily married, a provision that Jordan violated without a second thought. Despite the despicable letch that he is, Leon knew some very good people through him so writing to him was a necessary evil.
The letters to both Lynne and Jordan said pretty much the same, “I’d like you to look out for my sister, make sure she doesn’t get lonely and help her make friends”, that sort of thing (adding something to Jordan’s that I’ll go in to later).
The third letter was to two of Leon’s closest and most trusted friends, a married couple named Steve and Amy, I wanted them to be the only other people to know the truth, I felt that I owed them that considering all that we had been through together. Their letter states that “the woman who gave you this letter is not my sister, she’s me” and goes on to ask them to use a code word if they are prepared to hear my story without judgement. Something I trusted that they would do but giving them the option to back out if they wished. The hardest thing about writing these letters was doing it in Leon’s handwriting, but with a lot of concentration I managed it.
The following week I finally move into my new home, spending the first few days unpacking everything and setting up all of Leon’s old collectibles in the smallest room in the house, which is actually a medium sized one. I write my latest letter to Andy, telling him about the house and all the naughty things I want to do with him to ‘christen’ the place. We write to each other 3 times a week, the letters have become less about our news and more the lewd things we want to do to each other when we finally reunite, in extreme detail.
My ‘toy’ collection also grows, one thing I’ve added is a sybian (you’ll hear about that shortly) as I’ve always been curious as to how good they really are. Mr Snuggles now resides permanently on Andy’s side of the bed, wearing his PJs with the ‘Andy dildo’ in a strap on underneath and yes, I fuck him regularly (hey, a girl has needs!), often drifting off to sleep with him spooning me.
Now, on to the sybian. I won’t go into my first ride on it when I used the basic attachment that stimulates your clit and pussy lips as, incredible as that orgasm was, it was nothing compared to when I made the pleasurable mistake of going for the biggest attachment for my second one. This one has a shaft that was an inch wider and two longer than Andy’s cock, stretching me wider and filling me fuller than ever before. It was a bit of a struggle getting it all in but once it was... OMFG! I was ready to cum just from that! It also has groups of long ‘fingers’ that tickle your clit and anus, adding to the stimulation greatly. Even the lowest setting takes my breath away, the vibrations making my pussy walls, cervix, clit and asshole quiver with intense pleasure, making me pant crazily in seconds. I turn it up one notch, my legs already shaking as I let out a long groan, leaning my hand on the front edge for support as my mind starts to swim, my nipples hardening as it pulses deep inside me. Not really concentrating, I accidentally flick it two settings higher, screaming loudly and arching my back at the sudden increase, shuddering all over as my orgasm powers forth, getting closer and closer to release, the shaft and fingers buzzing crazily against my sensitive areas. No words come from my mouth, just cries of happiness as the vibrations drive me insane. I lose my grip on the controller, it hits the carpet, being knocked to maximum and taking me to heaven. Stars swirl in my eyes, my body jerking wildly making my long groan come out in quick grunts that turn into a quivering scream as my climax hits. The pleasure is indescribable, a white fire filling my body as I gush juices, my mind quickly numbing as pure bliss pulses through me and my nipples harden even further, so hard that they’re almost painful. I can’t take it, the pleasure becomes too much for me to bear and I reach for the controls. A second orgasm smashes through me as just as my fingers graze the box, stopping me. I convulse as it slams through my body, my vision nothing more than bright pulses of white light, the fire inside intensifies and halts my breathing, causing me to have an almost out of body experience. I can feel nothing but the intense waves emanating from my pussy, not my arms, legs, breasts or nipples, nothing but exquisite, dreamy pleasure. I have no idea how long it lasts but I start to feel a third release build incredibly quickly, I fight to regain control of my body, inching my fingers towards the controller as my conscious mind retreats.
As my fingers nudge it the third climax hits, my body stiffening completely and everything goes black.