thebodyswapcaps: needtobehot: Since I transformed, I haven’t dared meet with any of my friends. My o
thebodyswapcaps: needtobehot: Since I transformed, I haven’t dared meet with any of my friends. My only contact with the outside world has been the deliveries to my door and my instagram feed. I’ve just been posting headshots. Everyone’s amazed. “Oh god! You’re so beautiful!” “So pretty!” “You make an amazing girl!” I’ve picked up followers, random admirers. It’s pretty intense. What I’m scared of? Okay. Here’s what I cropped away. I’m not just pretty. It gets worse. Let me get a quick shot… I’ve got curves. I’ve got insane curves. I know exactly how people are going to respond to me. I know, as I’ve been a man. I seen what we do. If I just had my face? I’d get a lot of attention. I’d be the prettiest girl in the room, 99 times out of 100. But with the rest of it? I walk by, and I’m going to turn men into the wolf from old cartoons, with their tongue rolling out. I get out the bath now and look at myself in the reflection… Men are going to want me so hard, I wouldn’t be surprised if their cocks exploded. With these curves, I turn from the sort of girl you’d be proud to take home, into the sort of girl who you want to take home and pound as long as you can. My girl friends who are being so supportive with the weirdness? The second they see this body, that’ll change. I’m one of those girls. It’s not fair. I didn’t ask for this. I walk around the house, watching my body sway in the mirror and think ever man I meet is going to want me. How can I deal with that? I watch myself from behind and think that they’re going to imagining what it’d be like to slide their hands either side of my hips and bend me over, or thinking what I’d look like bouncing on them, how my breasts will overfill their hands as they reach around me… I could have any man I want. That’s what scares me. My sex drive is out of control. I could have every man? I’m scared I’ll have every man. The reason why I haven’t left my apartment isn’t just to see the response… but also I’m scared of my own response. I’ve stayed in, playing with myself, driving myself into a frenzy. Most of the deliveries I mentioned are cute outfits, but you wouldn’t believe the amount of sex toys I’ve worked my way through. Every time I answer the door to sign for a parcel I’m trembling as all I want to do is grab them by the lapels and pull them inside. I pray each time it’s an ugly delivery person, as that makes it easier. The first even vague hottie? Oh god. I won’t be able to resist. I can see myself weakening. First time I answered the door I basically covered myself in a sack to try and hide myself. Now, I’m showing so much skin, eyes are bulging. By the time they leave, I’m aching. Last time I barely had time to slam the door shut before sliding both hands to work my pussy, back against the door. I bet he could even hear my moans as he walked away. So shameful. So Hot. So… No! Stop thinking about that. I came just before I started talking to you. I’ll wash my clothes and then try to… What’s that? Oh god. The door. It’s another delivery. Maybe it’ll be the bikini? Maybe he’ll like to see me try it on… No! I’ve got to control myself. I can’t just fall to my knees, unbutton him and take his thick cock into my mouth… no! Stop thinking it! Deep breaths. I can do this. Opening the door and… “Yes, I’ll sign for the package and…” Oh god. He’s hot. Resist. Resist. Resist. “Oh, that looks heavy. Can you bring it in for me, please?” Don’t say it. Don’t! Don’t! “On my bed would be best. I’ll lead the way.” I turn around, and he only pauses for a second, touching the ring on his wedding finger, before following my hypnotic hips. I couldn’t resist. There’s no way he would. Very hot!!! -- source link