The "Home Gurl" - Sex Stories

The "Home Gurl"

An attempt to write a Cross Dresser/Trans story requested by a friend. They called him "STONE". Steve Adams. High School athletic hero,Combat proven Military man, homeless and in jail. He had only one person who might help him since he had burned the help of f****y and most friends. He remembered a friend he turned his back once finding out he was gay, Cary Bishop. He called the only number he knew and got his old home. Cary had moved states away, but they said they would tell him. Four days later, Cary called the jail. They talked and Stone ate crow, desperately begged for help. Cary relented and told him he would fly back, get him released to his care with restrictions. He also told Stone to expect a real change in him when he saw him. Two more days passed. Finally a guard showed, processed him out and led him to the release area. Stone walked in to see others processing out but no Cary. He sat and waited until a tall, blond lady walked to him and said, "lets go". Stone was speechless, it was Cary who now was "Carrie". Stone walked on stumbling legs as his brain digested her. At the car, she walked to the drivers door and waited. Stone took the hint, opened her door as she said "thanks". He even caught his self looking at her legs as she got in. Driving down the road she said, "cat got your tongue"? Then laughed outrageously saying, "I told you to expect a change". Arriving at a roadside hotel, she stopped for the night and got adjoining rooms. She opened his room and ...

... told him "you stink, clean up and then we talk". Stone showered and thought. Cary had done alright. He hadn't been a jock, he was the guy who ended up on cheering squads. Nerdy, education based, with the girls, but not having his girl. Stone realized much too late, his own prejudices. He decided he would make up for that, no matter what it took. Carrie showered and changed also intently dressing sexy but not provocative. She dressed in a sexy bra, matching panty, under a pale pink, silk night robe. An hour passed when Stone knocked on their connecting door. She told to enter. He walked in and was speechless watching her. She was by her baggage rack leaning into a cosmetics bag. Her robe hung clinging, molding to the curve of her back. It fell over her plump ass and ended high behind her knees. her shapely legs flexed as she balanced. She turned his direction. Her full side profile came into view and his breath caught. The full roundness of her tits, plump ass, the fall of her hair, she was sexy. She sat on a bed, crossed her legs and told him to sit. His eyes locked on the long underside of a bare leg. She began to talk. She related that 10 years had passed since they last saw each other. It was graduation day. They hadn't spoke in weeks since, Stone deserted her. She left town on that day. Attended college on a scholarship, worked at night and began her transformation. She graduated more than 80% complete. Worked in journalism two more years to add the finishing touches. She ...