My Evolving Transition Ch. 11

Introduction:

After deciding to go forward with the gender assessment therapy program with the guidance of my doctor, and making friends with others who were doing likewise. The more sessions I did with my new transgender friends, and the more time I spent with B-X-9, the more they became my extended family. In time I was getting more and more tattoos and turning more feminine over time.

After an accident, I needed some surgery. I gained new tits and a facelift.

The Story:

Half Breed goes to Town.

Two months had now passed since my recent surgery. I spent some time in a private clinic covered in bandages.

Once the bandages were removed, I was left with new B-cup tits, a new nose, and a facelift. That wasn't the end of my surgeries, but the end for a while.

Once at home, I thought I would be back to being J-Bone's home bitch. I lay there in bed once I woke up accepting my fate as being J-Bone's moll or bitch, but I didn't care. As I loved my new look.

In the time I was away, Jake had returned to his shop, and I rarely saw Ross and his friends.

At almost 25, I was on my own. My mother didn't want to know me, as I was moving forward to a new body and mindset. I stood 5ft. 6 in. and weighed roughly 145 pounds, having lost a bit more weight whilst in the hospital.

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It was now six months later, and Justina, Cynthia, Brandy Bee, and I were much more like a clique, than members of a group.

They treated me by taking me to the yearly Pride Festival, in the state's capitol. By now, I've had a few surgeries and several more tattoos. I had a soft girly face and now could easily pass as a female. Unless they grabbed my crotch.

It was a sunny day for the parade. I wore a pink sports bra, with a fishnet shirt over them, skimpy pink short shorts, 5-inch heels, hippy-colored arm socks, hot pink lipstick, and my hair was colored in the colors of the rainbow.

J-Bone gave me permission to cut loose and play around. Only, if there weren't any repercussions, or blowback effects toward him or the Crew.

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It was a flamboyant event during the day, like a 4^th of July, Thanksgiving, New Year's Eve, and Christmas all in one parade but with the LGBTQ community. There were pontoons with drag queens, daddy bears, even dykes on bikes, and all sorts of groups marching down the cordoned-off street. Along with the full-on gay men, drag queens, transexuals, and crossdressers, all dressed bordering on the flamboyant, or the extravagant.

There were also girls who were lesbians and plenty that were bisexuals, as well as my small group of transgenders, gay guys, and some families, all watching.

Everyone was in party mode, either kissing, hugging, drinking, drug taking, or celebrating this joyous day.

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Once darkness started to hit, the fireworks began, and then once they were over, the families with young children dispersed.

It was after the fireworks that real fun began, families knew that's when to take the young home.

By now I was tipsy and getting drunk. Drunk from drinking champagne and mixed Jack Daniels cans, during the heat of the day. I was well passed sensible thinking.

Once the streetlights were the only thing to light up the event, everything turned into what Sodom and Gomorrah might have been like during Moses' time. The celebrating event, turned into side street sexual partying, with the odd orgies, here and there.

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I was 26, 143 pounds, and 5 ft. 9.5 in. and getting sunburnt, also the alcohol and public debauchery made me feel a little slutty.

As I walked around almost stumbling occasionally watching the activities that some people were up to, was like watching wildlife.

There were techno beats booming for much of the day, but now industrial metal tunes play in the streets.

While I kept walking and watching the activities, some guy blindsided me and slapped me on the ass. Then he became a bit handsy feely, before putting a hand down my tiny shorts. I didn't complain. Then as soon as he started to kiss and maul me, somebody he knew dragged him away. I think it was his boyfriend.

He wasn't the only guy to try to cop a feel of my ass and wasn't the last.

I decided to go for a wander and soak up the atmosphere. Also, I wanted to try to locate where Justina, Brandy, or Cynthia had gone, and where 60% of the partying crowd were.

The slaps on the ass were fun at first but grew tired of it.

Secretly I had a crush on Justina and wanted to ask her if she'd like to play around one day. I was thinking about what to say to her while enjoying the music from the festival, as it was still pumping in the streets.

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After an hour I still couldn't find them anywhere, but I noticed a crowd outside a club called Pump. It was a gay club I heard them talking about on the bus ride, this morning.

What I didn't know was, I had a tail. Two guys had been keeping an eye on me.

They made there move, when I hit a dark spot, just 25 yards from the venue. It also was an area with no CCTV cameras.

I felt a hand around my waist, and that's when I turned to face them. One was a young guy, maybe early 20s, and the other one was much older, maybe late 40s.

"Hey cutie pie," the older guy said while tugging at the elastic of my shorts.

I was still a bit tipsy and surprised by the pair of them, and probably would have thought better than to mingle with them. Then again, I wasn't one to turn down an opportunity for a good time, and that was exactly where this was heading.

"Hi, fellows," I responded.

The older guy had his hands down the back of my shorts and pulled me into him. Then he went about biting my neck.

The younger of the two was hesitant at first, but then joined in, and also started kissing my neck also. He also, slid a hand under my top and began caressing and groping my breasts. I started thinking about nothing but sex.

In no time, I felt my shorts slowly being eased down my butt and thighs. The younger guy left my side, went behind me, and caressed my bare butt. My ass cheeks were now being manipulated and spread apart.

I started calling the younger guy "Phil" because I swore, I heard the older guy call him, Phil, Bill, Neil, or something like that.

The older guy, who must have been the younger guy's dad or uncle, continued making out with me. I felt my shorts eased down below my knees and slip down to my feet, I simply stepped out of them.

While Phil (the younger guy) soothed and caressed my nipples from behind, I had the older guy kissing me and biting my neck. Phil (the younger guy) moved his attention to my butt and spread my cheeks. He went down on his knees and started tasting my ass with his tongue. I couldn't help but arch my back and moan once he started to lick and finger my ass.

Instinctively my hands started tugging at the older guy's shorts. When I looked down after his cock popped out, I smiled as I wrapped my hand around his impressive fat cock. In no time, my hand was upon it and playing with it, while he made out with me.

He soon forced me downwards, then pushed my head down until my head was near his cock. I didn't need prompting as I licked and tasted it and kneeled downwards.

In my mouth, his cock went, and I went to work on it. Being on my knees helped the younger guy gain better access to my butt. He slobbered and slobbered my asshole until he thought it was time.

I felt him tease my ass with his cock, until he started inching in. when he did, there was no turning back. I was in heaven.

I had two cocks filling my holes, two strangers, and I was willing them on. The young guy fucking me was balls deep and fucking me hard, I ended up holding on to the older guy's hips, with his cock sliding up and down my throat.

The younger guy pumped his cock into my ass, harder and harder. I felt each thrust, and I spent the whole of the time moaning.

Then the younger guy tried to shove his throat down my throat.

I was in cock heaven. In the same street, that only hours ago, people had been in a joyous mood, watching the Gay Pride festivities.

Eventually, the younger of two started showing symptoms of losing his shit. He was grunting more and gripping my hips tighter, almost clawing. I used my butt muscles to squeeze around his cock. Until it was too much for him, and he did lose his shit deep inside my ass.

His cock was still throbbing inside my ass when the older guy pulled his cock from my mouth. He then pushed his younger friend and made him leave my ass before he repositioned me and went balls deep inside my ass.

Luckily the younger guy had cum in me because the older guy needed lube with his bigger cock. He made a signal to the younger guy, with his eyes. The signal was to slowly jack my pre-cum coated cock. The older guy was rougher than the younger guy, and made me gasp, as he thumped into me.

Once the younger guy had made me, I was left panting and exhaling. He grabbed my face and began making out with me.

I was loving it, getting pounded while making out, and having my nipples caressed. Finally, he stretched my top back over my head revealing my B-cup breasts.

Once the older guy emptied his balls inside my ass, they both got dressed and left me. As they left me, they were laughing. I gathered my clothes and got dressed and went inside Pump.

I never did find my friends until the next morning at the bus exchange.

That was my first gay festival and wasn't my last.

To be continued...