Work in progress. Live version at https://docs.google.com/document/d/15tyt6l0DHVGBAC1RDvZEZZtWmMnL5bSh1BwCT4Z51eA/pub
Inside Woman
**Dusty is looking at Heather from the passenger seat and she glances over with a slight smile. She is in her twenties and her hair is brown and pulled back in a loose bun. She is wearing a lady's sportscoat over a tight blouse that makes her chest look nice. Her pale and nicely-shaped legs emerge from a black skirt and in the driver's seat of the subcompact rental car she looks beautiful, and she is tantalizingly close to Dusty, who is wearing a suit sans tie, and has spent most of the ride south from Atlanta trying to read his corporate briefing dossier and not staring at Heather's, that is, his new co-worker's, beautiful legs. Heather is not who she seems. Heather is not a woman, despite every detail of her appearance and bearing and voice and behavior screaming that she is a woman. Heather is a false woman, a creation of the imagination of a man named Steve. Behind Heather's face and body and warm personality is actually a man named Steve, wearing a very elaborate disguise and putting on quite a convincing act. Steve isn't a large man to begin with, neither broad nor tall, and he is wearing a corset that cinches his waist down to a feminine narrowness. He is wearing padding on his hips and butt that recreate the look and feel – even to a lover's groping hands – of a woman's behind and childbearing hips. On his chest, he wears false C-cup breastforms that jiggle, and absorb and radiate his bodyheat just as real breasts do, and covering his legs and crotch and chest is a single piece of sculpted latex that, even to the close inspection of a lover's eyes and lips, looks like real skin. And finally, over Steve's head is a perfectly realistic mask of a young brunette woman with freckles and full lips and an upturned nose, and covering Steve's brown eyes are a pair of vibrant blue contact lenses that optically degrade his vision and make him far-sighted. Over his disguise he wears clothing, and a pair of glasses that correct for the farsightedness and have the added effect of making his already beautifully large eyes appear even larger. Using a technique from theater training, Steve can speak with a perfectly convincing female voice with a light west-coast accent. In sum total, the psychological effects of all his affectations in full force, Steve has ceased to exist and a woman calling herself Heather is sitting his Steve's place. And she is very, very cute. Dusty does not know any of this. He does not know what Steve looks like. He has never met Steve. He has been working with Heather for two weeks since she joined his team in the Accounting Requirements department, and most nights since they met, he has thought about fucking Heather in the supply closet of the office where they work as he masturbates before going to sleep in his apartment. Dusty is single. Steve knows Dusty wants to fuck him – or rather, fuck Heather. Dusty is too smart to try to make the moves on a co-worker. Dusty knows that if he does and she makes a complaint to their boss, he will be out of a job. Steve knows that Dusty knows this, so Heather knows this as well. 'She' also knows she is irresistable to Dusty, who is sandy-blond and handsome and well-built and hasn't dated since a breakup went badly three months ago. Heather and Dusty are driving from corporate headquarters in Atlanta to a field office in Miami to do a training in a new company-wide financial auditing system. They have reservations at a Holiday Inn Express near the Miami airport. It is a seven-hour drive and they are driving in the middle of November, and they are one hour away from the hotel. It is dusk, and the sun is beginning to set. Heather is left-handed (though Steve is right-handed), and as she drives with her left hand on the steering wheel, the car travelling down the highway in the middle lane, her right hand slowly moves over the gap between the seats to rest on the gearshift. She is driving a Prius and there is very little space between the two front seats. She looks over at Dusty, who is gazing out of the window at the changing scenery, then her right hand (Steve's dominant hand) moves over to gently rest on Dusty's crotch. Her fingers find the outline of Dusty's penis as it begins to react to her caress, and, biting her lips with the excitement and ancitipation, she gives it a gentle squeeze. Dusty gasps with surprise and squirms in his seat. "What the hell?," Dusty says. "Take it out." "What?" "Take it out," she says. "I want to jerk you off." "This is insane. Stop." "Take it out. I'm horny." "You're driving. " "Take it out." He pauses for a while, staring at her. Keeping her eyes on the road enough to be safe, she stares back at him. Her mouth is a little open and her hand is still on the outline of his penis, which is still hard. He undoes the fly of his jeans and gently takes out his cock, which is rather stiff, making the operation of getting the head past the sharp edges of his zipper a little difficult. In the end he succeeds, and his member is not small. It gets larger, and Heather clutches it, with her right hand, and Dusty moans. She looks over at him and smiles with the power she has over him. His right hand reaches up to grab the handle above the passenger-side window and squeezes it and blinks with the sudden, intense pleasure her fingers cause. This is not how he was expecting the last hour before their arrival at the Miami-Dade International Airport Holiday Inn Express to proceed. Behind and under Heather's face and body, Steve can't help but get aroused himself. His physical arousal, the erection of his above-average-sized penis, is also Heather's; Steve's penis is the only thing of his that penetrates through the disguise. If she were to take off all her clothes at this moment, Dusty would be very surprised to discover that Heather has a male member swinging between her legs to rival his own. The presence of a large and healthy cock on Heather's otherwise perfectly healthy and feminine body is not an oversight of Steve's. Heather lives in an apartment near downtown Atlanta. Steve does not. Heather works forty to fifty hours a week in an air-conditioned office. Steve does not. Steve found he could get used to working and eating and cooking and sleeping while wearing his Heather disguise, his waist tightly cinched and his face concealed by his flawless mask, but having his cock and testicles tightly bound behind a false vagina, tucked beneath him as he crushed them under his padded and child-bearing bottom and hips twenty-four hours a day was intolerable. One hour was less than ideal. And so, unless Steve knows in advance that Heather will be needing her vagina on a given evening, which has only happened twice (both times with men Heather met at bars, not with Dusty), Heather was normally in possession of a sizeable piece of man-meat, kept tucked between her legs, under her panties. In the car, Heather's moans with the pleasure of the feeling of the head of her cock rubbing against the fabric of her skirt as her right hand strokes the length of Dusty’s manhood several times, as then as her thumb and forefinger, nails painted a tasteful and professional shade of red, rub the tip of it. Dusty’s cock is circumcised, Heather’s isn’t. Heather is reveling in the power she wields over the man in the passenger seat, physically with her hands and professionally with the knowledge that Dusty can never admit that this has happened, lest she make a complaint about him to their supervisor. The power to cause the man pleasure and to force him to conceal the act to others is immensely arousing to her, and beneath her skirt and out of view of Dusty, in the thickening black of the Prius as it glides down Interstate 95, her cock reaches its full length and girth and it is larger than the one she is stroking.
Dustin Rutherford is writhing in the passenger seat and is receiving the most skillful and effect handjob of his life thus far. Heather’s touch is electric and shows a much better understanding of penile sensitivity than **
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/3geszc/inside_woman_tg_mm_disguisegender_change