TS Stone

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Swaaaaaaaaaahh ...

"This crazy bastard…."

I looked in the mirror and cursed.

"I'm crazy… ah… I'm crazy, really… crazy…."

As I was washing my body under the warm water in the shower, I still looked like a woman.

… For some reason, it's even sadder that her face seems to be glowing. The woman reflected in the mirror, who should be called beautiful, pretty, cute, and sexy… Honestly, the appearance of the woman who looks a bit like CG seems to have become prettier today.

I remember joking with my friends that if you suck on semen, a woman will become prettier.

I joked that if I took in protein, my skin would definitely get better, and that if I did facials, my facial skin would get better…

… When I experienced it directly, I felt like it was a bit tense.

I don't know if it will work though.

"AA ...

A scene came to my mind and I ended up banging my head against the wall, making a strange noise.

The night before, I had sex with David until dawn, and after I kept refusing to let him suck my cum or drink it, he asked me to cum on his face. When I refused, he cummed on my face while I was struggling to move because of the pleasure all over my body, and while I was just breathing, he cummed on my face.

Before I got facial cum, I had my whole body touched and caressed for hours, taking short breaks in between, and when his thing was erected again, he started fucking me again, making a slapping sound from behind. Just before that, he unwrapped a condom with semen in it and put it on my anus, and when I asked what he was doing, he asked if I could have anal sex, and I desperately refused, so I was so exhausted.

No matter what, I can't resist sticking my dick in my face, rubbing it, and cumming...

"AA ...

I wonder if the effects of the medicine have all worn off, but when I woke up I felt so refreshed I thought I was going to die.

I've already washed it off with soap so it doesn't smell, but the memories that remain in my head keep bothering me.

It feels a little weird, like my vagina has really grown from the sex that started at night and continued until dawn and the night sky outside the window gradually brightened.

Should I say that it still seems to be there… .

Even when I was a man, after having sex, sometimes I still felt like I was still inserting it, and I still feel that way now.

I barely managed to protect my mouth and anus, but I feel like my vagina has been tormented even more because of it… .

After being hit from behind, he put me on top of him and started pounding me from below, then he got down from the bed and did it while standing, and then he told me to move myself, so I did… .

"Whaaa ...

Don't think about it!

Let's put this in Pandora's box!

It's a memory that shouldn't be opened!

Swaaa ...

But this black guy… has a really nice house.

In the end, I fell asleep while having sex yesterday, and when I woke up, he was wearing only pants and came over with coffee and handed it to me, so I sat on the bed and drank it… .

Oh, my clothes got so soaked in sweat yesterday that I'm putting them in the washing machine and spinning them.

Then he asked me if I wanted to shower, and then, as if to be considerate of me since I had lost my virginity, he asked if I could walk by myself. I said no and was guided to the shower room.

He is very kind, but… .

… and sex.

"AA ...

Don't take it out

This is a box that must not be opened.

When I woke up, I came to my senses and was overcome with regret.

Rather, if they are rude, unlucky, or just someone you don't like, you might as well think of them as having been bitten by a dog. When I wake up at lunchtime, the blanket is already covered for me, my clothes are being washed, and they've even made me coffee and are supporting me, asking if I'm okay...

What is this?

It's even more painful because I think I had sex with her because I really liked her!

no!

I'm definitely not gay!!! It's because of the drugs!!

"ha…."

Squeak, squeak.

I turned off the water in the shower that was washing my whole body with warm water, grabbed the shampoo bottle placed right next to me, and squeezed it into my hand.

When you become a woman, it's a little difficult to wash your hair because it's long.

Actually, this was my first time washing my hair as a woman. When I was a man, all my long hair was washed when I changed, so I tried to wash it as a man as much as possible.

Washing my chest is a bit harder than I thought… and more than anything, my chest is big so it's heavy, so if I stand for too long, my shoulders get a little sore.

My shoulders still feel a little heavy.

Clearly, this was because I was hit from behind yesterday and was shaken so much that it hurt, and as a reaction… .

"Hoooooooooooo…."

Let's calm down.

Try not to think about sex… .

Because I feel like I'm going crazy.

I poured shampoo on my head like a man, and I also saw conditioner, but I didn't use any. I just washed it off and rubbed my whole body with my hands.

Now that I think about it, this is the first time I've been a woman for this long. I wondered if I would turn back into a man if I fell asleep as a woman, but it seems I was wrong.

I think it's fortunate that things are the way they are now... but then, if I turn into a woman, when will I go back to being a man?

Without TS Stone, will I be like this for the rest of my life?

I feel like I need to learn more about that stone. I think it would be a good idea to experiment with it.

For example, let's experiment to see if the effect is the same even if you split a stone...

Should I just leave this alone? If I split it and the effect completely disappears, it would be a waste… It would be like throwing away something I can never get again.

As a woman, this is my first time washing my breasts myself. As I hold them with both hands and rub them, I recall David touching my breasts last night… .

When I touched her butt, I remembered the times when I slapped her repeatedly with my palm while he raped me from behind, and when I washed her cunt, I remembered the feeling I had during sex… .

"…."

Let's stop.

I felt like if I did this any longer, something would happen to me.

I stopped soaping myself up, rinsed myself with water, and then went out of the shower.

Then I saw a large towel, shorts, and a T-shirt lying in front of the door.

It looks like David's clothes.

I guess that's why I said my clothes were being washed, so I dried the water off with a towel right there, gathered my long hair, roughly tied the towel up, and put on my clothes.

'No panties, no bra… .'

I remember living in my room before I started buying women's clothes.

As I was putting it on, I had to put the towel on my head so that it didn't fit properly, so I had to take off the towel, put it on, and put it back on.

When I came out of the shower, David was walking into the living room holding the condoms he had used last night.

"Oh, are you done showering?"

There was no trash can in David's room, so I guess he was trying to throw it in the trash can in front of the shower room...

David looked down at me as he spoke, but as soon as I saw the condom, my head started hurting as I thought about whether that was evidence of sex between me and this guy.

"Haaah…."

I can't help but sigh.

"Why is that?"

"Um… um… well…."

There are six condoms in David's hand.

… a lot!

"…Ahhhhhhhh… Seriously, what did you do…."

"what?"

I wish someone would slap me in the face.

No, my cheek hurts, so I'd like you to hit me on the head.

I can't believe what's happening right now. I had sex with a guy...

No matter how much I drank… Still, quite a bit of time had passed.

Moreover, it was difficult to see that he was drunk.

No no, I was on drugs! On drugs!

But… no matter what… .

"Ahhhh…."

Eventually, I leaned my head against the wall and held my forehead.

"What's wrong? Where does it hurt?"

Then David immediately threw the condoms in his hand into the trash can and helped me up.

A prickle forms in my chest. More than that, my arm touches my chest.

Her breasts are really big. Even if I try to support her or grab her shoulders, I can still reach her.

I feel more complicated because he treated me more kindly.

"Haaaaaah…."

Again, I sigh involuntarily.

"Are you okay? Can you eat?"

"rice?"

"brunch."

Brunch… It's definitely a little past lunchtime now.

But did you even cook rice?

'What the heck… Even I think he's a really good guy.'

No matter how much I try to think that it was a mistake, he's such a good person that I keep feeling like he accepted it because I wanted to have sex with him.

I really wonder what will happen to my mind.

Besides, I was helped to the table by him and when I picked up the spoon… the food was delicious.

I pride myself on being a gourmet, but this is really delicious and doesn't taste like any seasoning.

There was a time when cooking alone at home was my hobby, so I can imagine how tedious it is to cook something in front of me… and therefore, how time-consuming it is to make it.

This means that she wakes up long before I do, prepares food, makes coffee, and wakes me up… .

The food is so delicious I'm upset!

This is too much! People can be this nice!

I really hate myself for being so nervous!

"how is it?"

"…Ah, it's delicious."

"…yes!"

I smiled and said it, a habit that had developed in me as a man without me realizing it.

Then David also seemed pleased with my answer and smiled while doing a fighting pose… .

'Damn… It's so delicious that I can't even lie… What the heck, you rascal. Why is there rice and soybean paste stew on the table instead of everything else? And bread and soup in front of you. And that's not the retort soybean paste stew you sometimes buy at the mart… Did you wake up in the morning to find it and make it?'

Although it is Japanese miso soup, I feel strangely taken care of because the food itself is really thoughtful.

'What the heck! If you're black, you should hunt like a black person! Be a gangster! Make a human finger pie!!'

It was a really racist thought, but he was so kind and I couldn't curse at him even when I wanted to, so I felt like my insides were getting torn up.

The food is really tasty, but I feel like I'm going to get sick.

While I was eating, I unconsciously lifted my heavy chest with both hands and placed it on the table.

It's really comfortable… .

I wish only my chest could become weightless.

As I was eating, holding the bowl of rice with both hands and supporting it underneath so that it wouldn't fall on my chest, David spoke to me.

"Are you a college student?"

Are you asking me to introduce myself now?

Late!

"Ah, um…yes."

"where?"

"…."

It's B University, but it's difficult for me to just teach the university I go to… .

Actually, I don't go to that university. No, I do go, but not as a woman.

"Over there… over there?"

"Oh, I know that B building in front of here, right? I'm a third-year student there."

He stopped moving, holding rice in his mouth with his chopsticks.

Same college as me!

What the heck is this!!

It has become increasingly difficult to talk about the university I attend… .

Is that a third-rate romance?

The female protagonist is in danger, and the male protagonist saves her. That night, the two feel destined for each other and fall in love... And the next morning, the female protagonist wears men's clothes and eats together at the same table... What's more, the two are actually students at the same school!

This is a story I've seen many times!

My head hurts.

"I, that… well… I don't really feel like saying that… Ah, no, it's not that I… I don't like you or anything, but what should I say? Should I say it's difficult… so…"

I want to say, "One night, let's end it cleanly and without responsibility," but I have no idea what to do.

As I tried to speak, I kept thinking that I was a man and I would hate to hear such words from a woman in this situation, so I kept stuttering.

"Well, it's not that I don't like him… I just think he's a really good person… It's just that…"

ah.

I feel like crying, I suddenly have a feeling in my head that I've been hurt for no reason.

It feels like it was all my fault, like the incident where I was almost raped by Kwon Seong-min the night before, and the fact that he followed me home and went all the way with this black guy.

And then I hate myself for having such weird thoughts like, "Could it be that this black guy conspired with Kwon Seong-min to get me into that situation?" If he behaved the way he did to Ji-hyeok, there's absolutely no way he would do that.

My thoughts kept growing and growing like a delusion of persecution, and I ended up not knowing what to say.

Rather, I became anxious that maybe it was wrong of me to bring it up.

'What on earth am I thinking… I want to go back to being a man quickly… .'

After being a woman for a long time, I started to feel strange even in my head.

It wasn't like this when I was home alone as a woman, but after having sex, I kept having strange thoughts.

Should I say that my sexual identity is confusing?

I keep thinking about the night before, when I was so happy to have turned into a complete woman, moaning and crying.

"ha…."

Eventually, I stopped eating and sighed while covering my face.

Seriously, how on earth did I end up having sex?

That too with a man.

What on earth should I think about this? When I was masturbating, I just thought it was a fantasy and let it go, but when I experienced it myself, it definitely felt different.

It was really nice, and what made it even more frustrating was that the guy I was with was such a nice person.

"um…sorry."

Why are you apologizing?

He saw me sighing and then suddenly apologized. Hearing that, I asked myself in my head, thinking, why would a man like me apologize at a time like this?

If you asked for personal information, does that mean you want to keep in touch with me in the future?

So you're saying that you want to keep meeting me and having sex with me even though you've got a virgin? So you're saying that you're sorry for revealing your intentions to me right after you got a virgin?

And now you're trying to apologize briefly so that I can build up my favorability again and then come to you on my own?

"eww…."

Let's not think about it.

Now I'm definitely heading towards a persecution complex.

For some reason, I am weak to causing harm to others. I really hate them, so I want to tease them over and over again, and unless they are someone I want to hit, I always end up worrying about causing harm.

To put it nicely, you could say he's very patient and considerate, but to put it badly, he's just a rascal.

But still, delusions of persecution are not good. I know this because when I was young, I used to think that everyone was out to hurt me, to harm me, and to take advantage of me in some way.

For some reason, the direction of that thought changed to thinking that I am not worth being used, that I am a human being just like them, and that I might be causing harm, and that the other person might think that they are being used like me, and so the delusion of victimization disappeared…

'Stop, stop… stop thinking about it… oranges are yellow, yellow tangerines, tangerines are sour and sweet, sweet taste, orange candy, grape candy, grape juice, juice, juice, apple juice… .'

I felt like I would scream if I thought about it any longer, so I changed my thoughts to something completely unrelated to the current situation, as I usually do when I get angry or have a hard time holding back.

"This is really delicious!"

I said this with a smile to change the mood, but David just smiled and didn't say anything.

I remember hearing someone say that what's more important than having sex is what happens after you have sex.

Certainly, this… the atmosphere suddenly became very tense.

What should I do, what on earth should I say… .

If I had become friends with David when I was a man, what would we have talked about?

As I thought about that, an image of me, a man, becoming gay and being raped by David automatically appeared in my head.

"eww…."

Disgusting… .

I shook off my thoughts and started talking about things I would normally say when talking to a friend.

"Uh… over there, black people are bigger than Asians, right?"

Now that I say it out loud, no matter how I look at it, it's a pervert's line.

Who would have thought that a pervert like me would be this resentful!

Indeed, David coughed as if he had caught a cold, as if he had not expected this in this atmosphere.

"um…m, maybe?"

I was hoping you wouldn't answer!

Deep down, I wanted to just pass, but David answered.

If this is the case, we have no choice but to continue the conversation like this… .

"It's my first time, so I'm not sure, but it definitely seems big, right? So…."

Stop it! Please don't say any more!

I can't stop talking even though I tell myself not to. Is this the nature of a pervert?

If I think about it carefully, I'm a woman now, so I just think of this as a dirty woman, but the words keep coming out.

"Hey, six times is a lot, right…?"

Ah… that won't do.

It's the limit.

"Haaah…."

After talking about the sex they had yesterday and talking dirty to her, she finally gave up and sighed, covering her face.

I absolutely can't do it... I tried to lighten the mood, but no matter how much I think about it, this is just a dirty woman.

"Please erase what I just said from your memory."

As I said that in a crawling voice, David suddenly let out a loud laugh.

It's something you hear occasionally in Western dramas.

Do Westerners and Easterners laugh differently?

"Oh no, you're really cute."

Aaaah, seriously, please don't say I'm cute.

I ignored it and ate the rice mixed with the soybean paste stew.

… As I was eating, I noticed there was even tofu inside.

Come to think of it, if you make Japanese miso soup, you need to have Japanese miso called miso, but do you think that's available in an average black person's home?

Did you happen to wake up earlier than me and go shopping?

"I'll do it."

After I finished eating and was trying to clear the dishes in front of me, he tried to snatch what I was holding in his hand and take it away. I accepted his food, did his laundry, even let him borrow my shower, and even slept at his house, but I felt like that was a bit much, so I offered to do the dishes myself.

"coffee?"

Actually, I don't really like coffee.

But David, I've been seeing since a while ago, is drinking coffee while eating.

One drink when you wake up in the morning, one drink with breakfast, and another drink now… .

It's not like your skin is that dark because you drink a lot of coffee.

Are you drinking because you're sleepy?

Is it because you wake up early to do laundry, buy ingredients, prepare meals, and make coffee before me that you feel sleepy?

'Control your delusions, control your delusions… .'

It's my habit to keep making assumptions that I don't even know are true.

It needs to be fixed, but I've been trying for years and it's not getting fixed.

I'm confident in washing dishes because I've done part-time jobs and it was my turn at home. I turned on the water and started washing the dishes.

Squeak,

As I was washing the dishes for a while, David suddenly hugged me from behind and turned the faucet to the side.

Then, the water that had been cold just a moment ago became warm. It seemed like they had made the water hot.

Is it weird that I keep getting a little excited over such trivial things?

The more I think about it, the more I think he's a really good guy. Even I, a guy, get excited when I see him. The girlish emotions inside me flutter, like the main character in a movie.

'You're just acting! I'm a really sexy woman right now, so you're just doing this to score points with me!'

While I was doing the dishes, I was thinking to myself, I'm not gay, I'm not gay... but for some reason, David wouldn't leave my back.

I continued to wash the dishes without saying a word, and then she hugged me from behind and wouldn't move.

'Eww... what the heck, seriously'

What are you trying to say about newlyweds? Go away!

I remember my ex-girlfriend who said, "Men think that having sex once will make you incredibly close! Women don't think that way, so don't get the wrong idea!"

Yes, Sister. You're right!

It definitely seems like he's showing me affection right now!

But I can't help but understand that feeling, so I can't seem to shake it off.

If I were to have sex with a woman like me right now, I think I would be so happy I couldn't stand it. And if it was my first time, even more so... .

It was my first time and I felt it so well while moaning, and although I think it was my mistake, I brought up the topic of sex, so if I were a man, I would be excited and wanting to have some skinship by now.

Then I touch her lightly, and if she doesn't avoid it, I hug her gently, and if she doesn't avoid it, I keep hugging her… .

But then again, when I actually experienced this as a woman, I couldn't get rid of it even though I thought I had to.

My ears are tense and the back of my head is tense. As our bodies are pressed against each other, memories of sex the night before keep coming back to me.

I bit my lower lip, thinking I should stop thinking.

"Haaah…."

You're not saying you want to have sex right here and now, are you?

Come to think of it, I'm wearing no bra or panties right now. Even my clothes are too big and loose, so if I just pull them down a little, my butt is completely exposed.

I let out a sigh as all sorts of thoughts came to mind, and I felt out of breath. When will the coffee be ready? When will my laundry be finished? I just hoped it would fall off on its own.

Squeak.

Even though I finished washing the dishes and turned off the water, it didn't seem to drain… .

To be honest, it feels good to have the bruises on my back warmed up by body temperature and the pain has dulled.

What on earth does this mean? Is this because he really wants to have sex?

As I keep thinking about whether he is doing this because he wants to have sex, my attention naturally shifts downwards, and the moment he slightly changes his center of gravity while hugging me, I can't help but think that the feeling brushing against my butt might be a dick.

At this rate, it seems I am the one who is expecting it… Feeling the need to change my thoughts, I waited for him to leave, leaning my upper body against the sink with my hands still on it, even after finishing the dishes.

Suddenly he puts his hand on my shoulder and starts kneading it.

"Ah… umm…."

… I feel good.

Maybe it was because of my chest, but my shoulders were already starting to hurt a little. When I was at home, if my chest hurt or felt heavy anywhere, I would just turn into a man, so I didn't even have time to feel this kind of shoulder stiffness.

The reason is that I was shaken up a lot after being hit from behind yesterday… .

… Putting that aside, it feels really good. Come to think of it, it's been a while since I've had a massage.

The black man's physical strength is also excellent, so he is rubbing my shoulder in a very pleasant way.

beep-

Then the coffee machine began to make a noise and pour coffee into the round kettle.

When David saw that, he took his hand off my shoulder, went to the coffee machine, and took out a cup.

I wish you would massage it a little more… My shoulder was already a bit sore… .

Beep- beep- beep-

This time, with perfect timing, another sound rings out.

I guessed it was the sound of the washing machine. David immediately walked towards the sound and disappeared from my sight.

"Phew…."

Now I can get dressed and go home… .

I thought about getting my clothes out, putting them on, drinking some coffee, and going home. I took out the kettle, which seemed to have run out of coffee, and poured it into David's cup instead.

Then, from the direction David was facing, the sound of the washing machine running again came.

"I'm drying them. Oh, I washed and dried the underwear in advance. Should I bring it over to you?"

Did you wash them by color? The clothes I was wearing were white underwear, a gray tank top, a black long-sleeved shirt, and jeans… If you washed only the underwear in advance, then it definitely means you washed them by color.

I don't even do that... Are you a housewife?

More than that… I ended up not being able to go out again until the drying was finished.

I thought that I wouldn't have to go through the trouble of putting on my underwear, then putting on my current clothes, and then changing them again once they were dry, so I said that it was okay and handed her my coffee.

"It's hot, so let's let it cool down a bit before drinking."

… That's right.

You can't drink it when it's hot.

I put my coffee down on the table and sat down on the chair.