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LA HISTORIA DE ARIEL
Felicitas Corrales era una mujer sexagenaria, apática, todos la conocían como Marta, así se hacía llamar porque odiaba su verdadero nombre. Solterona resignada, jamás había tenido pareja, un carácter agrio hasta el hastío, autosuficiente, narcisista y egocéntrica, muchos detalles combinados, suficientes para espantar cualquier candidato. Tampoco tenía hijos, sencillamente los niños le sabían a molestia.
Sexualidad, erotismo, amor, compañerismo, pareja, palabras que no existían en su diccionario. Su única familia era una hermana que se había metido a monja y con la que no se daba demasiado.
Al igual que su padre, y como lo había hecho su abuelo en la vieja España, se ganaba la vida con un negocio de compraventa, si algo había aprendido en tantos años era que cualquier cosa que a una persona le sobraba, había otra que lo necesitaba, y para eso, estaba ella, para comprar barato y vender caro.
Ella tenía un negocio en la esquina de dos calles populares, una vieja edificación bastante abandonada que había heredado de su padre, en el interior podían encontrarse los objetos más impensados, todo el inventario estaba en su cabeza, tenía una memoria prodigiosa y envidiable, y la astucia suficiente para poner los precios según la cara del cliente, era muy de fijarse en detalles, en vestimentas, en forma de hablar, en notar el interés, y de esa manera hacerse una día cuanto se estaba dispuesto a pagar.
Esa mañana de mayo hacía un frío como nunca, sus manos y sus pies estaban helados y no había abrigo que alcanzara, las puertas del local estaban abiertas, pero era casi imposible que alguien buscara algo con esas temperaturas, ni siquiera podía verse gente por las calles. Ya había tomado algunas bebidas calientes y decidió pegar una recorrida, solo para ver una vez más las cosas que tenía en venta, reacomodar algo y hurguetear por los rincones. Llegó a un viejo mueble que hacía tiempo tenía a la espera de algún necesitado, lo había pagado caro, y no sería fácil de vender, lo limpió un poco, tenía polvillo que se había acumulado con el correr del tiempo, abrió los cajones y encontró unos escritos que llamaron la atención, Felicitas era una mujer detallista y le pareció raro que justo ese detalle se le pasara por alto, así que con mucha intriga sacó las hojas y fue a leerlas junto a una nueva taza de té caliente.
Se acomodó en una de las sillas, se puso sus lentes de aumento, le dio una ojeada rápida, llamó su atención que en estos tiempos estuvieran escritas en máquinas de escribir, cuando hoy todo se imprime, pero también el color blanco del papel le dejó saber que los escritos eran bastantes recientes, sin más, empezó a recorrer las líneas con su vista
Ariel era un chico común y corriente, un adolescente más, como tantos, único hijo de padre ausente, vivía con su madre quien trabajaba casi todo el día, no tenía demasiado diálogo, y ella tapaba con dinero todo el amor maternal que él necesitaba.
A él le encantaban las chicas, sus compañeras de curso, lo excitaban sobre manera esos uniformes de secundaria, esas faldas tableadas y no disimulaba en mirar con descaro las piernas femeninas que abundaban en su curso, al punto de ser sorprendido muchas veces y causar burlas del resto, pero a él no le importaba, solo no podía dejar de hacerlo, era virgen y se imaginaba una y otra vez como sería estar en la cama con una mujer.
Largas jornadas en soledad masturbándose, haciéndole el amor en su mente a sus 'novias de curso', en especial a Micaela, una rubia pecosa de piernas torneadas, por quien tenía un amor oculto y platónico desde hacía mucho tiempo.
Pero Ariel tenía algunos problemas, un carácter introvertido, sus manos se transpiraban y las palabras no le salían cuando de hablarle a una chica se trataba, era delgado, de piel blanca y sin quererlo se había transformado en la marioneta del curso, los varones lo ignoraban y lo hacían centro de pesadas burlas, y las mujeres siempre lo veían como un simple compañero, para relaciones sentimentales siempre había otro chico, más desarrollado, más inteligente, simplemente, más hombre.
Y esa situación empeoró un día en los vestuarios, él siempre era muy reservado con su intimidad, es que tenía un micropene que lo avergonzaba, era humillante y adivinó que jamás haría feliz a ninguna con esa miniatura que tenía entre las piernas. Esa tarde de buying, sus compañeros lo denudaron contra su voluntad y fue cuando descubrieron su gran secreto.
Centro de burlas, el apodo de 'pito corto' pronto se le pegó como una cruel marca del destino, la situación pasó de boca en boca, y hasta las chicas lo llamaban así, tanta crueldad, incluso su amor platónico no podía sostenerle la mirada sin carcajear por imaginar algo que en verdad no conocía.
Felicitas fue por otra taza de té, el frío la carcomía, odiaba todo lo relacionado con la palabra 'sexo', pero lo cierto es que la historia de Ariel, un nombre que solo aparecía en unos escritos, la había cautivado, y su corazón helado sintió lástima por alguien que ni siquiera sabía si existía.
Ariel se acostumbró a esa vida se ser tratado peor que a un perro, centro de burlas, y resignado a auto satisfacerse, y todo fue de mal en peor. Esa jornada sería diferente, era el día de su cumpleaños, no esperaba nada, que nadie lo recordara, pero sus compañeros habían trazado un plan, en algún momento lo agarraron a la fuerza y lo llevaron a uno de los baños del colegio, le sorprendió encontrar también a las chicas, en especial a Micaela, y todos reían en derredor demostrando la complicidad de lo que estaba por suceder, entre todos lo desnudaron sin que él pudiera evitarlo, más que resistirse, y suplicar, pero eran demasiados, le pusieron sostén, y tanga, camisa con corbatín, pollerita, medias blancas a las rodillas y zapatitos negros abotonados a un lado, incluso ese amor imposible, la rubia pecosa fue quien se tomó el trabajo de pintarle los ojos y los labios.
No dijo nada, solo se sintió humillado una vez más, como tantas veces, solo que esto era peor. Se vio a sí mismo como una niña, y no tuvo valor de ir a clase, así como estaba, solo se escapó y huyó hacia su casa, con rapidez y con el temor que los vecinos lo vieran. Se tiró sobre su cama, lloró, lloró mucho hasta que no le quedaron lágrimas, y cuando el desahogo había pasado, se vio al espejo, y lo que el espejo le devolvió no le desagradó, como mujer se vio todo lo sexi que nunca se había visto como hombre y no pudo evitar sentir una erección que lo llevó a masturbarse en repetidas ocasiones.
Y Ariel empezó a cambiar, casi como buscando su lugar en el mundo, y sí lo suyo no fueran las mujeres?, no lo supo en ese momento, pero lo cierto es que la imaginación lo llevaba a nuevos horizontes, y poco a poco empezó a probar, dejó crecer sus cabellos, en secreto compró ropa interior femenina, además de polleras, calzas, blusas, medias, ligas, zapatitos y toda cosa relacionada con ese mundo que cada vez se le hacía más propio. También pagó por alguna depilación definitiva, desde el cuello hacia abajo, sus uñas crecieron, y poco a poco su lado femenino de fue potenciando.
Su delgadez le jugó a favor, aprendió a maquillarse, a pintar sus ojos, sus labios y como disimular sus rasgos de hombre.
Cuando sus estudios secundarios terminaron sintió sacarse un peso de encima, nunca más ese mundo en el que le hacían la vida insoportable donde su lado homosexual era ya demasiado marcado.
Empezó de cero en un nuevo mundo, estudios terciarios, con nuevas personas, ya un poco más adultos y donde conocería esta nueva versión de Ariel, ambiguo, asexual, diferente.
A casual passerby interrupted the reading, interested in an antique dinnerware game on display. Felicitas, a businesswoman, showed disinterest and rudeness, as if trying to get rid of it as soon as possible, which was rare for her to be so lost in a reading, but that's how things were.
She went to the bathroom, needing to empty her bladder, and minutes later returned to the reading, feeling an unusual attraction to what she was reading.
Ariel continued to hide this feminine part that was crying out to escape from within him, only dressing as such in the intimacy of his room, but for the outside world, he still looked like a little boy.
He even blushed when noticing that Flavio, a guy two years older, found him attractive, being somewhat muscular, having a beautiful smile and a deep voice, like a radio host. He knew it was just a foolish fantasy because that boy always had one or another and showed a too-marked heterosexuality.
But fate would give him an opportunity.
On the last day of the year at the university, they organized a costume party to raise funds for building renovations, and hiding behind a mask would give him the chance to show himself differently.
He remembered his high school days, and it was all because of that.
That night would be his night, he had a marked erection due to the situation, took a bath, applied perfume, looked at himself naked in the mirror, with his white skin, completely shaved pubic area, rounded hips trying to make them look feminine and an undeveloped bust that wasn't yet formed, arranged his hair in a very suggestive way.
He put on the clothes he had selected with great care beforehand, a very erotic, transparent, white set, felt it slide down his legs when he adjusted it between his buttocks, caressing his sphincter, and only sounded fabulous. Then the shirt with the tied corset to his body and the short thigh-high stockings almost to the booty, like that day at the bath, in which everything had been forced.
Of course, now everything was natural and seeing herself as a woman was her thing, it looked provocative, and she encouraged herself to wear red stockings with garters and fine-heeled shoes, she did her makeup well and really felt like Cinderella, finally she would have her opportunity, took the feathered veil that covered her forehead to her nose and launched into the abyss
Felicitas cursed her luck when she noticed a cold gust of wind entering through the door and window, raised her gaze and if anything was missing from the terrible day it was an unannounced storm, put the tea tray over the papers she read with attention to avoid them being blown away and reluctantly arranged the things on display in the street so that the rain that would soon arrive wouldn't ruin them.
While doing her chores, she thought without believing it the way the story had wrapped itself around her, and she wished to know if it was real or just a written work of some brilliant mind, whatever it was, she knew she wouldn't have the answer.
As soon as she could, she returned to reading
That night would be special for Ariel, for the first time in her life she wouldn't be the center of ridicule, but of attention, everyone wondered who that mysterious girl nobody knew and looked so beautiful, it's because, despite the disguises and masks, it was easy to guess who was behind them, but not with him, because Ariel was a man, but who was she?
She felt happy, she felt like a woman and couldn't believe that Flavio had his eyes on her, because by this point she already considered herself 'her'
Flavio was dressed as a corsair, with a mask that didn't show his face, but his voice gave him away, they danced, chatted, laughed, until finally the boy of her dreams proposed taking her to his house, Ariel accepted on one condition, under no circumstances should he remove the mask, which Flavio accepted without discussing.
Soon they were at the prince's house and Cinderella seemed to have His dream come true, closed his eyes and let him kiss her, devils, sounded so tasty, it was his first kiss and only trembled in his arms, but did not forget who he was and his part of the deception throughout the game. He sought to make reality his fantasies before the carriage transformed into a pumpkin, he could not lose time, because he already had him by all sides and soon would discover the truth.
He got down on his knees, lowered his pants, his slip, Flavio had a beautiful cock and it seemed incredible to her, having her at centimeters from his face, she looked engrossed and caressed her with desire, his glans naked knew the desire and only could not resist his instinct, Ariel started sucking him with care, it was her first time, but she knew by heart the weak points in a man's cock, and went for all, it was perfect, precious, and the more she sucked him, the more she felt excitement in her micropenis.
From below, he looked very sexy at his boy, through the mask, letting him see how he ate his cock, that delighted him, and Flavio tried to remove his mask, but Ariel would not let him, he begged him to see his face and Ariel denied it for the second time, but by the third time, he could not, he could not hide it, closed his eyes, resigned and let what had to happen pass, nor was it fair to deceive him and already felt too much guilt for what was happening.
Slowly, Flavio discovered Ariel's face, and neither the dim light nor perfect makeup could disguise the situation.
He, upon noticing the deception, got angry, cursed Ariel and with his wounded soul gave her a violent slap in the face, with an open hand, but with enough force to knock him down on the floor, he only shouted, Ariel felt very strong pain where she had received the blow and the taste of blood at the corner of her lips, she did not say anything, just waited for the worst, as it always happened in her miserable life.
It was lunchtime, she didn't notice how time had slipped away that morning, closed the curtains like she usually did. Each day, looking up at the sky for a storm that now seemed to be slipping away on the horizon, he went to the fridge, took only an apple, because he still had letters to read. He took a bite, settled in, and prepared to keep going.
In the worst tempest of Flavio, Ariel waited for anything, in seconds thousands of possible endings flashed through his head like luminous sparks, thousands, but at no moment what was to come.
Flavio was startled, between love and hate, surprised, not knowing what to do, Ariel noticed that his hand was trembling, the same hand that had hit his face.
Suddenly, that muscular boy, even cursing, charged back this time to take him by his long hair and drag him to the ground like an animal, made him get down on all fours, forcing the situation and Ariel found it exciting, since he told him he was a slut and if he wanted to be one, then he would give him the pleasure.
He took a deep breath, feeling his heart vibrate, couldn't see Flavio, but felt like lifting his short skirt and receiving a strong slap on the point of reddening his white buttocks, but this time it was a pleasant pain, the thin thong made him feel like he was about to spit out his sphincter, Ariel was afraid, he was a virgin, but desire could more, then came the previous caresses of his lover's glans in his ring and slowly searched for penetration.
Ariel bellowed in a contained gesture, the pain was as strong as it was pleasant and in seconds he was enjoying his first intimate encounter.
Flavio was a locomotive, taking him without mercy, leaving notice of the anger still had from the deception, but Ariel was in paradise, checking that he didn't have a pussy, but without doubt his bum fulfilled its role perfectly, checking that his function was to satisfy men, checking that he was a woman in a strange body, checking that all his suffering in high school had been worth it.
He felt happy and was surprised when his micropenis still covered by the thong, naturally he would ejaculate due to the enormous cock that was being eaten up his ass. He felt it coming, Flavio continued insulting him, but Ariel knew those words tasted like sirens' songs, finally he ejaculated into his intestines and he knew it would be her. Flavio withdrew exhausted, Ariel remained on all fours for a prudent time, still feeling that beautiful cock inside, feeling he couldn't contract his dilated anus, feeling the warm semen bursting from his interior and wetting the thong he was still wearing.
Felicitas was surprised, a story of this type for her respected morality was only trash, but for some unknown reason the written word had her trapped, she couldn't stop reading with curiosity and devoured the words one after another, looked at the wall clock, she had to open again, but preferred to continue the story, couldn't resist.
After a few minutes Ariel sat down with his sore bum and dared to look at his lover Flavio's eyes, perhaps due to a hint of shame or not wanting to assume what had happened, he preferred to get angry again and hit his companion in the face, calling him a faggot and making him fear what would happen.
But Flavio was again with his hard cock and this time it went into Ariel's defenseless face. This time he didn't let her suck it, no, just started giving it to her with force like he had done from behind, in a situation of mutual violation where one acted and the other only let himself be done. Ariel felt that yummy cock reaching his throat, how Flavio took hold of his hair and forced him to do it, as deep as to choke him, but he loved it, enjoyed it, felt like a slut full of joy.
He felt his free hand tightening around his neck, at his throat, applying gentle pressure, he felt it coming again, and perceived that the pleasure of his lover was not only finishing in the
Mouth, but also feel with her touch the movement of the epiglottis when swallowing cum. She couldn't help it, she didn't want to help it, she was a yummy slut ready to please the male of the turn, more woman than many women.
The intimate relationship with Flavio would never repeat itself again, but for Ariel it would be the first of many, Micaela would be her new name, in honor of that blonde chubby girl who had once taken away her sleep, she would be a whole woman and times would come to finish what had started, she had many ideas about how to shape her body, only her micro-penis would witness the boy she used to be.
Felicitas had arrived at the end of the story, there were no more pages, lines, letters, and in that moment she felt she had more doubts than certainties, and the worst, this story would always remain rolling in her head with an open ending, reality, fiction, who knew.
She cursed herself in that moment for not having a written agenda, everything had always been in her head, but she didn't have a file of her casual clients, like remembering who had sold her that old clunker and it was just one more among many.
She put the pages back where she found them, maybe someday someone will ask about them, maybe someone will read them and also be left with an open ending, full of questions without answers.
If you liked the story, you can write me with title 'Ariel's Story' to dulces.placeres@live.com
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LA HISTORIA DE ARIEL
Felicitas Corrales era una mujer sexagenaria, apática, todos la conocían como Marta, así se hacía llamar porque odiaba su verdadero nombre. Solterona resignada, jamás había tenido pareja, un carácter agrio hasta el hastío, autosuficiente, narcisista y egocéntrica, muchos detalles combinados, suficientes para espantar cualquier candidato. Tampoco tenía hijos, sencillamente los niños le sabían a molestia.
Sexualidad, erotismo, amor, compañerismo, pareja, palabras que no existían en su diccionario. Su única familia era una hermana que se había metido a monja y con la que no se daba demasiado.
Al igual que su padre, y como lo había hecho su abuelo en la vieja España, se ganaba la vida con un negocio de compraventa, si algo había aprendido en tantos años era que cualquier cosa que a una persona le sobraba, había otra que lo necesitaba, y para eso, estaba ella, para comprar barato y vender caro.
Ella tenía un negocio en la esquina de dos calles populares, una vieja edificación bastante abandonada que había heredado de su padre, en el interior podían encontrarse los objetos más impensados, todo el inventario estaba en su cabeza, tenía una memoria prodigiosa y envidiable, y la astucia suficiente para poner los precios según la cara del cliente, era muy de fijarse en detalles, en vestimentas, en forma de hablar, en notar el interés, y de esa manera hacerse una día cuanto se estaba dispuesto a pagar.
Esa mañana de mayo hacía un frío como nunca, sus manos y sus pies estaban helados y no había abrigo que alcanzara, las puertas del local estaban abiertas, pero era casi imposible que alguien buscara algo con esas temperaturas, ni siquiera podía verse gente por las calles. Ya había tomado algunas bebidas calientes y decidió pegar una recorrida, solo para ver una vez más las cosas que tenía en venta, reacomodar algo y hurguetear por los rincones. Llegó a un viejo mueble que hacía tiempo tenía a la espera de algún necesitado, lo había pagado caro, y no sería fácil de vender, lo limpió un poco, tenía polvillo que se había acumulado con el correr del tiempo, abrió los cajones y encontró unos escritos que llamaron la atención, Felicitas era una mujer detallista y le pareció raro que justo ese detalle se le pasara por alto, así que con mucha intriga sacó las hojas y fue a leerlas junto a una nueva taza de té caliente.
Se acomodó en una de las sillas, se puso sus lentes de aumento, le dio una ojeada rápida, llamó su atención que en estos tiempos estuvieran escritas en máquinas de escribir, cuando hoy todo se imprime, pero también el color blanco del papel le dejó saber que los escritos eran bastantes recientes, sin más, empezó a recorrer las líneas con su vista
Ariel era un chico común y corriente, un adolescente más, como tantos, único hijo de padre ausente, vivía con su madre quien trabajaba casi todo el día, no tenía demasiado diálogo, y ella tapaba con dinero todo el amor maternal que él necesitaba.
A él le encantaban las chicas, sus compañeras de curso, lo excitaban sobre manera esos uniformes de secundaria, esas faldas tableadas y no disimulaba en mirar con descaro las piernas femeninas que abundaban en su curso, al punto de ser sorprendido muchas veces y causar burlas del resto, pero a él no le importaba, solo no podía dejar de hacerlo, era virgen y se imaginaba una y otra vez como sería estar en la cama con una mujer.
Largas jornadas en soledad masturbándose, haciéndole el amor en su mente a sus 'novias de curso', en especial a Micaela, una rubia pecosa de piernas torneadas, por quien tenía un amor oculto y platónico desde hacía mucho tiempo.
Pero Ariel tenía algunos problemas, un carácter introvertido, sus manos se transpiraban y las palabras no le salían cuando de hablarle a una chica se trataba, era delgado, de piel blanca y sin quererlo se había transformado en la marioneta del curso, los varones lo ignoraban y lo hacían centro de pesadas burlas, y las mujeres siempre lo veían como un simple compañero, para relaciones sentimentales siempre había otro chico, más desarrollado, más inteligente, simplemente, más hombre.
Y esa situación empeoró un día en los vestuarios, él siempre era muy reservado con su intimidad, es que tenía un micropene que lo avergonzaba, era humillante y adivinó que jamás haría feliz a ninguna con esa miniatura que tenía entre las piernas. Esa tarde de buying, sus compañeros lo denudaron contra su voluntad y fue cuando descubrieron su gran secreto.
Centro de burlas, el apodo de 'pito corto' pronto se le pegó como una cruel marca del destino, la situación pasó de boca en boca, y hasta las chicas lo llamaban así, tanta crueldad, incluso su amor platónico no podía sostenerle la mirada sin carcajear por imaginar algo que en verdad no conocía.
Felicitas fue por otra taza de té, el frío la carcomía, odiaba todo lo relacionado con la palabra 'sexo', pero lo cierto es que la historia de Ariel, un nombre que solo aparecía en unos escritos, la había cautivado, y su corazón helado sintió lástima por alguien que ni siquiera sabía si existía.
Ariel se acostumbró a esa vida se ser tratado peor que a un perro, centro de burlas, y resignado a auto satisfacerse, y todo fue de mal en peor. Esa jornada sería diferente, era el día de su cumpleaños, no esperaba nada, que nadie lo recordara, pero sus compañeros habían trazado un plan, en algún momento lo agarraron a la fuerza y lo llevaron a uno de los baños del colegio, le sorprendió encontrar también a las chicas, en especial a Micaela, y todos reían en derredor demostrando la complicidad de lo que estaba por suceder, entre todos lo desnudaron sin que él pudiera evitarlo, más que resistirse, y suplicar, pero eran demasiados, le pusieron sostén, y tanga, camisa con corbatín, pollerita, medias blancas a las rodillas y zapatitos negros abotonados a un lado, incluso ese amor imposible, la rubia pecosa fue quien se tomó el trabajo de pintarle los ojos y los labios.
No dijo nada, solo se sintió humillado una vez más, como tantas veces, solo que esto era peor. Se vio a sí mismo como una niña, y no tuvo valor de ir a clase, así como estaba, solo se escapó y huyó hacia su casa, con rapidez y con el temor que los vecinos lo vieran. Se tiró sobre su cama, lloró, lloró mucho hasta que no le quedaron lágrimas, y cuando el desahogo había pasado, se vio al espejo, y lo que el espejo le devolvió no le desagradó, como mujer se vio todo lo sexi que nunca se había visto como hombre y no pudo evitar sentir una erección que lo llevó a masturbarse en repetidas ocasiones.
Y Ariel empezó a cambiar, casi como buscando su lugar en el mundo, y sí lo suyo no fueran las mujeres?, no lo supo en ese momento, pero lo cierto es que la imaginación lo llevaba a nuevos horizontes, y poco a poco empezó a probar, dejó crecer sus cabellos, en secreto compró ropa interior femenina, además de polleras, calzas, blusas, medias, ligas, zapatitos y toda cosa relacionada con ese mundo que cada vez se le hacía más propio. También pagó por alguna depilación definitiva, desde el cuello hacia abajo, sus uñas crecieron, y poco a poco su lado femenino de fue potenciando.
Su delgadez le jugó a favor, aprendió a maquillarse, a pintar sus ojos, sus labios y como disimular sus rasgos de hombre.
Cuando sus estudios secundarios terminaron sintió sacarse un peso de encima, nunca más ese mundo en el que le hacían la vida insoportable donde su lado homosexual era ya demasiado marcado.
Empezó de cero en un nuevo mundo, estudios terciarios, con nuevas personas, ya un poco más adultos y donde conocería esta nueva versión de Ariel, ambiguo, asexual, diferente.
A casual passerby interrupted the reading, interested in an antique dinnerware game on display. Felicitas, a businesswoman, showed disinterest and rudeness, as if trying to get rid of it as soon as possible, which was rare for her to be so lost in a reading, but that's how things were.She went to the bathroom, needing to empty her bladder, and minutes later returned to the reading, feeling an unusual attraction to what she was reading.
Ariel continued to hide this feminine part that was crying out to escape from within him, only dressing as such in the intimacy of his room, but for the outside world, he still looked like a little boy.
He even blushed when noticing that Flavio, a guy two years older, found him attractive, being somewhat muscular, having a beautiful smile and a deep voice, like a radio host. He knew it was just a foolish fantasy because that boy always had one or another and showed a too-marked heterosexuality.
But fate would give him an opportunity.
On the last day of the year at the university, they organized a costume party to raise funds for building renovations, and hiding behind a mask would give him the chance to show himself differently.
He remembered his high school days, and it was all because of that.
That night would be his night, he had a marked erection due to the situation, took a bath, applied perfume, looked at himself naked in the mirror, with his white skin, completely shaved pubic area, rounded hips trying to make them look feminine and an undeveloped bust that wasn't yet formed, arranged his hair in a very suggestive way.
He put on the clothes he had selected with great care beforehand, a very erotic, transparent, white set, felt it slide down his legs when he adjusted it between his buttocks, caressing his sphincter, and only sounded fabulous. Then the shirt with the tied corset to his body and the short thigh-high stockings almost to the booty, like that day at the bath, in which everything had been forced.
Of course, now everything was natural and seeing herself as a woman was her thing, it looked provocative, and she encouraged herself to wear red stockings with garters and fine-heeled shoes, she did her makeup well and really felt like Cinderella, finally she would have her opportunity, took the feathered veil that covered her forehead to her nose and launched into the abyss
Felicitas cursed her luck when she noticed a cold gust of wind entering through the door and window, raised her gaze and if anything was missing from the terrible day it was an unannounced storm, put the tea tray over the papers she read with attention to avoid them being blown away and reluctantly arranged the things on display in the street so that the rain that would soon arrive wouldn't ruin them.
While doing her chores, she thought without believing it the way the story had wrapped itself around her, and she wished to know if it was real or just a written work of some brilliant mind, whatever it was, she knew she wouldn't have the answer.
As soon as she could, she returned to reading
That night would be special for Ariel, for the first time in her life she wouldn't be the center of ridicule, but of attention, everyone wondered who that mysterious girl nobody knew and looked so beautiful, it's because, despite the disguises and masks, it was easy to guess who was behind them, but not with him, because Ariel was a man, but who was she?
She felt happy, she felt like a woman and couldn't believe that Flavio had his eyes on her, because by this point she already considered herself 'her'
Flavio was dressed as a corsair, with a mask that didn't show his face, but his voice gave him away, they danced, chatted, laughed, until finally the boy of her dreams proposed taking her to his house, Ariel accepted on one condition, under no circumstances should he remove the mask, which Flavio accepted without discussing.
Soon they were at the prince's house and Cinderella seemed to have His dream come true, closed his eyes and let him kiss her, devils, sounded so tasty, it was his first kiss and only trembled in his arms, but did not forget who he was and his part of the deception throughout the game. He sought to make reality his fantasies before the carriage transformed into a pumpkin, he could not lose time, because he already had him by all sides and soon would discover the truth.
He got down on his knees, lowered his pants, his slip, Flavio had a beautiful cock and it seemed incredible to her, having her at centimeters from his face, she looked engrossed and caressed her with desire, his glans naked knew the desire and only could not resist his instinct, Ariel started sucking him with care, it was her first time, but she knew by heart the weak points in a man's cock, and went for all, it was perfect, precious, and the more she sucked him, the more she felt excitement in her micropenis.
From below, he looked very sexy at his boy, through the mask, letting him see how he ate his cock, that delighted him, and Flavio tried to remove his mask, but Ariel would not let him, he begged him to see his face and Ariel denied it for the second time, but by the third time, he could not, he could not hide it, closed his eyes, resigned and let what had to happen pass, nor was it fair to deceive him and already felt too much guilt for what was happening.
Slowly, Flavio discovered Ariel's face, and neither the dim light nor perfect makeup could disguise the situation.
He, upon noticing the deception, got angry, cursed Ariel and with his wounded soul gave her a violent slap in the face, with an open hand, but with enough force to knock him down on the floor, he only shouted, Ariel felt very strong pain where she had received the blow and the taste of blood at the corner of her lips, she did not say anything, just waited for the worst, as it always happened in her miserable life.
It was lunchtime, she didn't notice how time had slipped away that morning, closed the curtains like she usually did. Each day, looking up at the sky for a storm that now seemed to be slipping away on the horizon, he went to the fridge, took only an apple, because he still had letters to read. He took a bite, settled in, and prepared to keep going.
In the worst tempest of Flavio, Ariel waited for anything, in seconds thousands of possible endings flashed through his head like luminous sparks, thousands, but at no moment what was to come.
Flavio was startled, between love and hate, surprised, not knowing what to do, Ariel noticed that his hand was trembling, the same hand that had hit his face.
Suddenly, that muscular boy, even cursing, charged back this time to take him by his long hair and drag him to the ground like an animal, made him get down on all fours, forcing the situation and Ariel found it exciting, since he told him he was a slut and if he wanted to be one, then he would give him the pleasure.
He took a deep breath, feeling his heart vibrate, couldn't see Flavio, but felt like lifting his short skirt and receiving a strong slap on the point of reddening his white buttocks, but this time it was a pleasant pain, the thin thong made him feel like he was about to spit out his sphincter, Ariel was afraid, he was a virgin, but desire could more, then came the previous caresses of his lover's glans in his ring and slowly searched for penetration.
Ariel bellowed in a contained gesture, the pain was as strong as it was pleasant and in seconds he was enjoying his first intimate encounter.
Flavio was a locomotive, taking him without mercy, leaving notice of the anger still had from the deception, but Ariel was in paradise, checking that he didn't have a pussy, but without doubt his bum fulfilled its role perfectly, checking that his function was to satisfy men, checking that he was a woman in a strange body, checking that all his suffering in high school had been worth it.
He felt happy and was surprised when his micropenis still covered by the thong, naturally he would ejaculate due to the enormous cock that was being eaten up his ass. He felt it coming, Flavio continued insulting him, but Ariel knew those words tasted like sirens' songs, finally he ejaculated into his intestines and he knew it would be her. Flavio withdrew exhausted, Ariel remained on all fours for a prudent time, still feeling that beautiful cock inside, feeling he couldn't contract his dilated anus, feeling the warm semen bursting from his interior and wetting the thong he was still wearing.
Felicitas was surprised, a story of this type for her respected morality was only trash, but for some unknown reason the written word had her trapped, she couldn't stop reading with curiosity and devoured the words one after another, looked at the wall clock, she had to open again, but preferred to continue the story, couldn't resist.
After a few minutes Ariel sat down with his sore bum and dared to look at his lover Flavio's eyes, perhaps due to a hint of shame or not wanting to assume what had happened, he preferred to get angry again and hit his companion in the face, calling him a faggot and making him fear what would happen.
But Flavio was again with his hard cock and this time it went into Ariel's defenseless face. This time he didn't let her suck it, no, just started giving it to her with force like he had done from behind, in a situation of mutual violation where one acted and the other only let himself be done. Ariel felt that yummy cock reaching his throat, how Flavio took hold of his hair and forced him to do it, as deep as to choke him, but he loved it, enjoyed it, felt like a slut full of joy.
He felt his free hand tightening around his neck, at his throat, applying gentle pressure, he felt it coming again, and perceived that the pleasure of his lover was not only finishing in the
Mouth, but also feel with her touch the movement of the epiglottis when swallowing cum. She couldn't help it, she didn't want to help it, she was a yummy slut ready to please the male of the turn, more woman than many women.
The intimate relationship with Flavio would never repeat itself again, but for Ariel it would be the first of many, Micaela would be her new name, in honor of that blonde chubby girl who had once taken away her sleep, she would be a whole woman and times would come to finish what had started, she had many ideas about how to shape her body, only her micro-penis would witness the boy she used to be.
Felicitas had arrived at the end of the story, there were no more pages, lines, letters, and in that moment she felt she had more doubts than certainties, and the worst, this story would always remain rolling in her head with an open ending, reality, fiction, who knew.
She cursed herself in that moment for not having a written agenda, everything had always been in her head, but she didn't have a file of her casual clients, like remembering who had sold her that old clunker and it was just one more among many.
She put the pages back where she found them, maybe someday someone will ask about them, maybe someone will read them and also be left with an open ending, full of questions without answers.
If you liked the story, you can write me with title 'Ariel's Story' to dulces.placeres@live.com
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