Mahiro took a deep breath to steady herself as she waited in front of the store. She was looking around almost reflexively, even though in all honesty, she had no idea what she would be looking for.
She'd managed to make a friend online playing an MMO, and when the conversation between them had revealed that they lived near each other, the two decided to meet up. Mahiro was absolutely expecting the guy on the other end to be some slightly overweight guy with glasses and maybe some stubble, though she'd made it abundantly clear that she was a girl, as that was how she saw herself now, after taking the drug from Mihari a few months back.
When she'd told her sister about what she was doing, she'd been very excited but warned her to be careful, since it was a stranger she met online. Mahiro wasn't particularly worried since the guy had seemed really nice, and she hadn't told him how old she was, at least how old she was in this body, so he wasn't meeting her to be a creep, though it did invite the question of what he'd do when he found out.
Either way, Mahiro simply waited. Eventually, someone moved up next to her, and she heard a surprised, yet pleasant voice.
"Are you…Mahiro?"
Mahiro turned and opened her mouth to speak, but when she looked up at the man—who's name was Haruto—she froze.
He was, in a few words, incredibly handsome.
Mahiro, before becoming a girl, had never once found herself attracted to men. First it had been when she'd mistaken Momiji as a guy, but now this guy…just looking at his incredible, clean-shaved, well-angled face was making her feel…strange.
"Y-Yes!" she cried when she realized Haruto was waiting. "That's me!"
"You're…younger than I expected," he said nervously.
"Is that bad?"
"No, I just…no, it's nothing," he said. "You ready to go?"
"Y-Yeah," she answered as the two began walking, though it was hard for her to take her eyes off Haruto's face.
"You're definitely cuter than I expected, though," he said, and Mahiro's face bloomed a bright red as he flustered around for a bit. "Not to be…you know."
"N-No, it's fine! I'm honestly older than I look, so there's no need to feel weird about it, okay?" She spoke quickly, but it seemed to reassure Haruto a bit.
It didn't take them long to reach the cafe they had agreed to meet up at. Mahiro wasn't a huge coffee fan, but she still liked some from time to time, so the two went in, walked up to the front to get their orders, then found a seat and sat down.
"You know, it's really nice knowing I wasn't catfished," Haruto said. "Not that you sent me anything or stuff like that, but you know?"
"Yeah, I mean…I was expecting someone far less handsome," Mahiro blurted out, only for Haruto to laugh as she shrunk in on herself a little bit.
"You really think I am?" he asked.
"Y-Yeah, well…yeah, I do," Mahiro replied, and Haruto beamed.
"Then I guess we make a good match, huh? Aesthetically, I mean."
"U-Uh-huh! Aesthetically!" Mahiro said as she mentally berated herself. She knew some of her tastes and ways of thinking had changed since getting this new body, but she needed to calm down! She wasn't some lovesick teenager! "I, uh…"
"Look, if you don't want to see this as a date or anything, that's fine," Haruto said as he raised his hands. "But if you do…I wouldn't mind that, either."
Mahiro blinked at him, unsure at first how to interpret his words. Eventually, she found herself looking down at her lap. She took a few deep breaths before meeting Haruto's eyes again.
"Did you want it to be a date?" she asked, and Haruto smiled wide again.
"I did, yes. Despite how handsome you think I am…I don't really go on dates much, because I don't get out much. I'd like to do it more and if that's with someone who's also into video games like me, well then…"
"Right," Mahiro said as the person behind the counter called out their names. Mahiro bound from the table and picked them up, and was on her way back, opening his mouth to speak, when she tripped. She wasn't even sure what she tripped on, but as she was about to drop the hot coffees on herself, Haruto was suddenly there, and had a hand on Mahiro's chest while the other gripped her hand holding one of the cups. The action stopped her halfway down, and the cups stayed up.
For a moment, neither of them moved, their eyes meeting. Mahiro couldn't help but marvel at how soft the man's hand felt, before she then realized she felt the pressure of his hand on her feminine chest.
"A-Ahhhhhh…!"
"Ah, sorry!"
Haruto quickly got her back on her feet and took the cups to put them on the table as Mahiro was left stunned, her chest tingling. Her hands trembled as she reached up and gently groped herself, hearing a gasp as she looked up and saw Haruto staring at her in surprise. Mahiro's already red face became more red as she forced her hands behind her back and quickly sat down.
"Again, sorry," he said, and Mahiro shook her head.
"I-It's fine, it didn't feel that bad," she said, before realizing how that only made it seem more awkward, so she slammed her head on the table. "I-I mean…!"
"You…liked it?"
Mahiro slowly looked up at Haruto's face, his expression a mixture of concern and intrigue.
"I…k-kinda…" she replied, her face burning. Haruto laughed softly.
"Then…if you want…I could do it more?"
Mahiro's eyes widened as she looked up at the man, who was rubbing his neck, his expression indicating that he was only half joking.
"I…I don't know if that's…um…" Mahiro stuttered as she tried to rationalize why that seemed like a bad idea, but couldn't really come up with an actual reason. Even if this female body was young, she was still the age of consent, wasn't it? She was mentally aware of the meaning of consenting to such a thing, so…
Should she?
"We don't have to, it was just a joke, so-"
"Okay."
Haruto froze mid-sentence and slowly looked at Mahiro, his mouth wide open, which he quickly closed. "Okay?"
"We'd have to find somewhere…private, though," she said.
"But…but aren't you underage?" he asked, and at first Mahiro wasn't really sure how to answer.
"L-Look, it doesn't matter how old I am!" she assured him. "I know what I'm asking for!"
"Why with me?"
"Why're you questioning it so much?! Do you want to or not?!" Mahiro cried as the man leapt up.
"I do! I'm just…curious."
"Well…" Mahiro floundered around a bit before responding. "You're…it's…just a feeling."
"A feeling?" he questioned.
"I…I feel like I want to do it with you, so…why not, right?" Haruto seemed to consider this before eventually sighing, then giving Mahiro a smile.
"Alright. Then I'll pay for the coffee and we can go. I think there's a motel near here we can check into without a reservation."
Upon hearing those words, the gravity of what they were about to do seemed to set in a little, but Mahiro wasn't deterred as Haruto walked up and paid for their drinks, and the two grabbed their coffees, still in paper cups, as they walked out, with Haruto leading the way to the motel.
"Why did you know about a motel nearby?" Mahiro asked, and Haruto blushed.
"I wanted to know…just in case," he said, and now it was her turn to blush.
"I-I see…" she said as the two walked down the street. Neither of them really seemed to know what to say, so instead, Mahiro started to think about how this was going to feel. She didn't know how far they'd actually end up going, but if they did go as far as to do…*that, then she couldn't help but wonder what it would feel like.
She was even more surprised that she was…excited about it.
The two entered the lobby and walked up to the front desk, where Haruto paid for a room for two. As he was doing so, however, the woman behind the desk glanced at Mahiro, and then leveled a harsh glare at Haruto, who didn't seem to notice. Mahiro laughed nervously, knowing exactly what the woman was thinking, and hoping she wouldn't report them.
Once the room was paid for, they headed back out and towards the door with the key. It was located on the bottommost floor, so they went straight to the door and opened it up, with Mahiro entering first.
It was a standard room, looking to be a single large bed, a small flat screen TV, two nightstands, a chair, and a bathroom and closet. It was far cleaner than she'd been expecting, and she turned just as Haruto closed and locked the door. He winced as he turned back to her.
"Ah, sorry, I just figured, privacy, you know? Especially since you look…you know."
"R-Right," Mahiro agreed as it further set in that they were about to do it. They were about to do lewd stuff together, which would be her first time doing so in this body.
She couldn't help but laugh. She knew it was wrong to do such things with what was virtually a stranger, but even so, something about it felt…right. Maybe it was new female hormones answering to his natural handsomeness, but she wanted to do this with him.
"Alright so…did you want to just…get straight into it?" Haruto asked, and Mahiro took a shaky breath before nodding. "Alright, then…do you want to take off your shirt, or…should I?" His voice was shaky, showing that he was just as inexperienced as her.
Nevertheless, she nodded again and reached down to grab the hem of her top. The outfit Mihari had given her today was a nice pink blouse and light blue skirt, and thinking of her sister made her wonder how Mihari would react knowing she was about to have her first sexual experience with a guy, and even more to that, that she was looking forward to it.
Before long, the shirt was off and on the floor, and was soon joined by her small bra. Mahiro covered her chest as a blush covered her entire face. Haruto's face was almost as red as her own as he sidled closer. Mahiro sat on the bed facing him as she took a deep, shaky breath, and slowly lowered her arms, finally exposing her chest completely. Her nipples were slightly hard from the chilly room, and Haruto seemed to swallow hard as he stared at it.
"I'm going to…touch it now," he said, and Mahiro nodded, sticking her chest out for him. He slowly reached for her, his hands moving slowly as if he was scared, but finally, he made contact, and his warm hands touched the small lumps of her chest.
"Mmm!" She couldn't help but make a noise as he held his hands over her chest and slowly squeezed. Her body tensed up before eventually relaxing as he started to rub and play with her chest. He seemed to relax as well, and he exhaled.
"They're small but…nice," Haruto said, and Mahiro almost laughed.
"Thank you," she replied as he experimented a bit and slid his hands across her entire chest, at least as much as he could with the little surface area she had. Eventually, he started to rub his fingers over her nipples, which made her jump as something bloomed inside her, something she hadn't truly felt since getting this female body.
But then, all at once, he stopped and pulled his hands away, leaving Mahiro feeling disappointed. "Um…this is going to sound awkward, but…can you get…uh…" He hesitated before shaking his head. "C-Can you take it all off?"
Mahiro blinked before she leaned back, letting out a sound of surprise. "Y-You want me to…?!"
"P-Please," he said, sounding almost desperate. If he wasn't so handsome, it would've been almost pathetic. She hesitated for a few moments before she sighed and gestured for him to stand back. He did so, and she stood up to put her fingers into the waistband of her skirt and panties so she could pull them both down in one fell swoop. She had to take a deep breath before doing so, but soon the articles were at her ankles, and she was kicking them off her feet. Once her shoes came off as well, she was left completely naked before Haruto, who was examining her from head to toe, his breathing heavy.
"Um…are you okay?" Mahiro asked before suddenly Haruto grabbed her and practically forced her down on the bed. She cried out and was about to speak when she felt her legs get spread open, and something hot and warm touched the special, sensitive spot between her legs, and suddenly all thoughts emptied from her mind as incredible pleasure rocketed through her. It was so intense that her back arched, her eyes widened, and she let out a loud moan of ecstasy.
The pressure inside her exploded in intensity as she began to thrash. Haruto's tongue went wild on her lower lips as she became wet, his tongue sliding both over and inside her folds.
As she could feel the pressure inside her growing, a thought suddenly surfaced amidst the haze of lust. It was a thought of something Mihari had said when she'd first turned.
How if she ever pleasured herself, her head would explode.
Mahiro struggled to open her mouth and tell the boy to stop, to abort this whole thing before she died, but every time she tried, the only thing that came out was yet another loud moan. She knew she wouldn't last much longer, so she closed her eyes and prepared for her death.
At least it would be a pleasant one, right?
Within moments, it happened. Haruto buried his tongue deep inside her, and she came, erupting hard onto both his tongue and the bed as pleasure filled her core and spread throughout her entire body, leaving her trembling in pure happiness, a high that lasted for several seconds.
But…didn't result in her death.
As the ecstasy slowly faded, annoyance filled her. So her sister had lied after all? It had been a stronger climax than she'd ever experienced before, but to be fair, not only had it been over a year since her last one, but she figured sex like this would feel better than masturbation. Despite that, she was alive, and knowing that her sister was lying, she now swore a silent oath to get revenge.
And try out masturbating.
But…later.
After she had more sex.
Speaking of, she laid back on the bed and looked up at Haruto, who was slowly stripping down himself. "So…uh…I'm not really well versed in this stuff, but…I'm assuming you want to keep going?" Haruto paused.
"Did you…not want to?"
"No no, I do! I just…I don't know how to…do it…exactly. Like I know the basics, but-"
"I actually have a few positions I wanted to try, if that's alright?" Haruto suggested, and Mahiro gulped.
"Yeah, sure, whatever you'd like. Ah, though I'd rather avoid anything with my…er…my butt."
"Right, got it," he replied. "Alright, then…" Without further ado, the man dropped his pants, and Mahiro sucked in a breath at the sight of the man's penis. It wasn't anything large, nor was it anything small. Mahiro would've expected her immediate reaction to be disgust, but instead she felt…hot. Particularly between her legs, even though she had literally just climaxed a few moments prior, and…well it was a penis. She'd never once truly considered before now that a male could have a sort of beauty that enraptured her, but…perhaps it was her changed hormones after a year of being a girl but maybe she'd finally come around, and now was ready to have sex with this man in whatever way he wanted.
Now naked, he climbed onto the bed with her and grabbed her by the waist. "So…this might be a little complicated and…a bit intense for our first time, but it's something I've always wanted to do with a girl."
With that, he led her into the position, and it became clear that he hadn't been kidding. She was lifted up, her legs suspended above her head, leaving her in an incredibly embarrassing and vulnerable position as he kept her arms underneath her knees. His dick, rock hard and ready, probed her entrance as she felt her face getting hot.
"You ready?" he asked, sounding a little strained even though he was still sitting on the bed.
"N-Not really but…p-please go ahead," she said softly, and the man nodded. He took a deep breath and slowly lowered her down onto his cock, allowing the head to slip inside her.
It instantly felt tight, and her body tensed up, making it even more so as she let out a gasp. Haruto groaned as well, but kept lowering her down further. Mahiro did her best to relax, but she had to bite her lip at the pain that shot through her as more and more of his length entered her. At some point, the pain became sharp, and she let out a small scream that made Haruto stop. She simply shook her head though.
"K-Keep going…" she said weakly. She knew pain was a part of the process, and she just had to make it through it, which she would. So she simply took deep breaths as Haruto continued, slowly burying more and more of himself inside her until he rested completely in her. Both of them took shaky breaths and did their best to steady themselves before Haruto started moving Mahiro's body up and down, her wetness allowing for an easier time sliding in and out.
Even as he moved slow, at first, it hurt immensely, but the further along they went, the more the pain slowly started to fade and something else appeared in its place. Pleasure, unlike anything Mahiro had felt before or after becoming a girl, washed through her from head to toe, spreading from her groin to the rest of her body as light, gentle moans began to leak out of her lips. Her wetness grew as pressure built inside her, and she could hear Haruto grunting underneath her as well, signaling his own climax was likely growing as well.
Briefly, Mahiro's thoughts paused as she began to wonder if she could get pregnant. She supposed it was too late to stop now, that Haruto likely didn't have condoms, and going to get some would easily ruin the mood they had going.
Mahiro decided to tell herself it was probably fine, and that if the worst came to pass, she could simply get an abortion, hopefully before any of her friends noticed.
So they kept going, Haruto slowly starting to move Mahiro's body faster and faster, sliding her up and down and making her small chest bounce around a bit. His body felt so warm as she laid practically on top of him, and that pressure was building faster and faster. She wondered who would finish first.
After less than a minute, it became clear it was Mahiro who would finish first. She felt her body shaking moments before it happened, and she let out a loud cry as she came all over the man and the bed. Her body continued shaking even minutes after she finished, and she was slowly lowered back onto the bed, leaving her to collapse next to Haruto as she fought to catch her breath.
She'd done it. She'd finally had sex. She'd never thought her first time would be with a guy, but here she was.
And…she wanted more.
"I want…to go again…" she said quietly, and Haruto turned to her in surprise, then smiled as he flipped onto his side and raised his hand over her chest, tracing lazy circles around her breasts in a way that made her shake.
"Give me a bit to recover and we can go as many times as you want," he said, and despite herself, Mahiro started to smile. Despite feeling like she should be freaking out that she'd just fucked a man instead of a woman, instead she felt great, like she was glowing.
After a few minutes of lightly playing with her breasts again, Mahiro could see her friend was hard, and staring at the hard member, instead of disgust, sent a wave of desire through her. She sat up and gently pushed him onto his back as she climbed on top of him. His eyes widened, but a smile pulled at his mouth as she positioned herself above his cock. She lowered herself that it prodded her entrance, and she took a deep breath to steady herself as she finally went down completely, and she felt a burst of pain as his cock plunged into her and filled her insides. Still, she slowly rested her twitching body completely onto his thighs as she exhaled.
"God…you feel so good…" Haruto groaned as Mahiro started moving her body up and down. Her breathing came out uneven as her tiny tits jiggled, prompting Haruto to reach up and grasp them, rubbing his thumbs into her nipples and sending further arousal through her body. She reared her head back and moaned loudly as she was slowly increasing her speed. Haruto groaned as well as he closed his eyes, playing with her chest blindly as her hips slammed into his own over and over.
She could already feel pressure growing inside her again, and by the way he was pulsing inside her, so was he. His hands expertly played with her chest and every tug, every rub of her nipples sent bolts of fire through Mahiro's veins. She felt like her entire body was calling out to him, and asking for more, more.
She wasn't able to stand it much longer, and so, after only a minute or so of this position, she finally came, spilling herself onto his pelvis, but even as she was finishing herself, he wasn't done. He made that explicitly clear as even before she was finished with her climax, he grabbed her and flipped her over, placing himself over her as she rested on her back. She was still cumming when he forced her legs above her head and slammed his cock back into her wet pussy. Stars flashed across Mahiro's vision as a new intensity blasted through her. She knew this position, vaguely floating around in the back of her head, something she'd seen going around the internet recently.
Still, her mind was clouded with a fog of arousal as Haruto slammed himself down on her, using practically his entire body to fuck her as hard as he could. She could barely focus on his face or even the noises he was making as she couldn't even focus on her own thoughts. She could feel herself wanting to cum again, but doing her best to hold off, trying to remember the times she used to edge, and trying to channel that as much as she could.
"Gaaah…y-you feel…so…gaaah…good…!" Haruto groaned, even though Mahiro couldn't hear what he was saying over the strength of her third climax building more and more and more with every thrust. Juices splattered around them as his cock went in and out over and over again, faster and faster, his balls slapping against her skin.
"Ahhhh…AHHHHHHH~"
When she couldn't hold it back anymore, she finally came. It exploded out of her like a volcano as he plunged his entire length inside her and finished as well. His cum mixed with her juices and created an unholy concoction as he tilted his head back, his entire body twitching with the release as Mahiro was winding down from her own.
Finally, after what felt like minutes, they were both done, and Haruto let out a single shaky breath before he fell to the side, freeing Mahiro's legs as he collapsed next to her, his dick still leaking onto the bed as Mahiro pussy, filled with both of their cum, did the same. Both were fighting to catch their breath.
"Are you…satisfied now?" Haruto asked.
"For now…I think so…" Mahiro said back as she stretched out on the bed, groaning. "That felt…way better than I was expecting…"
"It did, didn't it…" Haruto agreed before letting out a long sigh. "So…does that mean we're…dating now?"
"I…I guess so…" Mahiro said. "I've never dated anyone before."
"Neither have I," he admitted, and Mahiro finally sat up.
"Well…maybe we should get to know each other normally just a bit more before we fully decide," she said nervously as he now sat up as well.
"Can we still have sex until then?" he asked, and she blushed deeply.
"Y-Yeah. I think that'll be fine…" she replied, before shaking her head. "But first…I need to have a talk with my sister."
"YOU HAD SEX WITH A GUY?!"
Mihari practically screamed with joy as Mahiro confronted her, enough so that Mahiro felt like she would fall back from the force of it. She was about to speak again when her sister grabbed her hands and held them tightly, her eyes sparkling.
"I'm so happy you've taken even more steps towards accepting your new gender!" she went on.
"Mihari, I-"
"Tell me everything! I want to take notes-"
"MIHARI!" Mahiro cried. "I wanted to tell you that I'm angry at you!" Mihari frowned.
"What for?"
"You said my head would explode if I…you know!" Mahiro cried. "You lied for all that time, and left me so pent up that it almost hurt sometimes! What do you have to say for yourself?" Mihari stared at her for a while, blinking a few times before she finally stuck her tongue out.
"Whoops!"
"GIVE ME SOMETHING BETTER THAN THAT!"
But she never did.