Mike suddenly stopped, grabbing tightly to my ass. His dick pulsed for a moment before the pleasure coursing through my pussy came to a stop. He slipped out of me.
I was taken aback. We had been fucking for fifteen minutes, but it felt like it had gone by in a minute. He had cum, which would mean I should be shifting back right now. But nothing was happening.
I turned and looked at Mike. His expression was one of resolution - with a tinge of guilt. I felt something hot inside of me.
"Oh! What did you do?"
"I'm sorry. Don't be mad. It's just, you really should stay this way."
"Oh my god! Inside?" I gasped loudly. My breathe was high in timbre. A slight moan followed beneath it. I felt it dribble out of me.
He nodded. "I mean, look at you. You're fucking hot."
"But you know the rules, if you come inside of me I can't go back!" I squeezed. There was so much of him. For some reason, feeling it made me feel more like a woman.
"Well, " he shrugged, "why would you go back? If I looked as hot as you I wouldn't."
"But shouldn't I fucking decide that, Mike?"
I tried to act like I was revolted, but feeling my tits beneath me and realizing they were permanent was making my body feel very strange. . . almost turned on.
"It's too late. You know you're going to like life better as a woman. Just try it. You can be anyone you want. Hell, you could be a total bimbo if you wanted. You kind of look like one. Maybe you should act like one. You know what they say: Fake it till you make it."
I couldn't speak. I wanted to hit him. At the same time I felt like he had called out my inner desires. I looked down at his dick. How soon before it would get hard again? I was so conflicted.
"You're a fucking asshole. There has to be a way to turn back after this."
He shrugged. "Until you figure it out, I'm hungry - let's go get dinner. Take a shower. Get dressed."
My mind reeled. I nodded. I didn't even know how to put on a bra yet. I got dressed, trying to fight how alluring my just-fucked body felt, and wondering what I should do next. His advice kept going through my head.
"Fake it till you make it."
My tummy grumbled. I considered the thought of acting like a bimbo, rolled my eyes and shrugged. But honestly - what would Mike think of me if I did that? It seems kind of stupid.
