Cover girl

As I heard the camera shutter go off, I realized something was very different. The man holding the camera asked me to look at him. As I did, I felt my newly formed breasts jiggle.

My equipment was shrinking as I did a sexy pose. “Isn’t it better? Doesn’t it feel good to be a woman? Don’t you like posing for the camera?” He asked. He was right, the answer to all those questions was yes, but I didn’t want to admit it.

Part of me wanted to scream, to run out of there, to demand him to turn me back. But the truth is that from my new life perspective, I wanted to be a model, make men awe at me, be a cover girl.

“I…” I said, trying to express my feelings. “I… I want…” it was hard for me, I was conflicted. “You want me to help you out?” He asked, as he took a couple of steps towards me. I bit my lips. He kissed me passionately, I felt my nipples get erect. He kissed them, making me feel sexy.

I ended up over him kneeling. His equipment inside of me. No part of me lingering on the past. I was sure who I was and who I want to be. “More more” I screamed as I felt his thing slide inside me.

He had a wicked smile, probably because of what he did to the former me. But I didn’t care, that man was gone, and I had finally set free.