My Night With A Goddess - My First Transexual Experience - Part 2 - Sex Stories

My Night With A Goddess - My First Transexual Experience - Part 2

... several cinematic scenes, I twirl my grappling hook like a propeller to my side and fling it towards the open sky. It soars upwards, entirely bypassing the lofty iron pipe I had intended to hit.

This is going to be harder than it looks

But on my third try, I release the grapple at the precise time, and the claw tightly wraps around the tall metal piece a few times. I exhale, tugging the rope. It…feels secure. I attach the harness to my waist belt.

I shrug nervously, pushing away those invasive danger signals my body is sending me. Then I take a quick hop, shooting my legs toward the wall. My feet stick to the brick wall like a fly on the wall and I begin walking upwards like a ninja. With each step, I move my harness upward – a slow and tedious process, but you can never be too safe. I don’t want Alicia finding my mangled body sprawled on the asphalt outside her building.

But twenty strenuous minutes later, with blistered hands, I reach the flat top of the condo. I push aside the pain, thinking only of how I can’t feel her smooth body with my hands now.

I guess I’ll just have to use my tongue

Scattered about the entire rooftop are tiny pebbles, as if a playground, which I find quite amusing. I take a moment to turn and relish the view below, finding a sense of pride within me.

The pleasant view of a small square in the center of the roof fills me with a sense of delight; an escape route downward to who knows where. I'm hoping it leads to Alicia's ...

... room.

I dash for the opening and crank open the latch door. What a surprise, darkness. I pull my flashlight from my bag and shine it around. I think it’s a ventilation shaft.

Noticing the size of the ducts, I conclude that a slender girl like myself should have little trouble navigating through. I hastily throw my bag to one side of the rooftop, but not before seizing a coiled rope and securing it to my belt, letting it hang freely.

Head first, I lower myself into the narrow duct, with the butt end of the flashlight stuck in my mouth, guiding me along the linear path. It’s cold and smells like old carpeting, but I push through. Every move I make creates sharp echoes around me. I’m not too sure where this will lead, I just hope I don’t suddenly fall through a hole in the bottom, down into a dark abyss.

I finally spot some numbers ahead, and my forearms drag me closer.

“4101 S, 4102 S, 4103 S,” I mumble aloud, and there is a small arrow pointing to the left path in the juncture written by hand along the metal duct. And to the right path, “4108 N, 4109 N, 4110 N. Hmm… The ‘N’ and ‘S’ must mean… North and South. And if her room is facing my window, then it’s on the South Side.”

With a smile, I choose the path to the left. My arms and knees are starting to wear out, making my crawl noticeably louder. I stop trying to hush my movements and the sound of metal reverberates in my ears with each shuffle forward. I pass small vents in the duct beneath me, each having square ...