TS Stone

hmm….

There's nothing to do until the coffee cools.

But I feel like it would be a bit much to just sit there and wait for the coffee to cool down.

I felt like asking him to rub my shoulders, so I walked over to David, took his hands in mine, and placed them on my shoulders.

How do you ask for a massage?

Since I couldn't remember, I just pretended to massage the air.

Then David said OK, OK and started massaging my shoulders.

"ha…."

Ah… I feel good.

Having a big chest is good in one way, but it's also a pain in the ass.

It really feels like it's getting heavier as time goes by. To explain the feeling, it's like there are two heavy weights hanging from my chest, attached with tape or glue, without any straps or anything.

It's not that it's unbearable, but as time goes by, it becomes more and more difficult because there's no way to break it off and rest.

As he rubbed my shoulders, the tension naturally released and my back bent forward. I thought I should take this opportunity to be more comfortable, so I walked over to David and sat down on the chair in front of the table while he rubbed my shoulders.

And then he held her chest with both hands and placed it on the table.

"Haaah…."

It's heaven.

It's really so comfortable.

'If I grow up to be a great inventor or scientist, I should invent a zero-gravity bra that makes only the breasts weightless... I'm sure it will be a huge hit with busty women.'

As a person who has experienced it, I think that if there was such a thing, I would want to buy one no matter how expensive it was.

This is sure to be a huge hit… .

While I was getting a massage from David with those thoughts in mind, David's hands stopped and suddenly he put his hand inside my clothes and started massaging my shoulders.

"hmm…."

Should I stop it…?

I wasn't sure whether I should stop it or just leave it alone, so I decided to just leave it alone.

My shoulders felt too good to stop David's behavior.

All I could hear was the sound of the washing machine running and my breathing. And the only thing I could hear was the rustling sound of clothes brushing against each other, so somehow the atmosphere felt a bit strange.

'Haha.'

As expected… .

I had a feeling that this would happen, but David slowly lowered his hand from where he was massaging my shoulder and began to touch my chest. He lifted my chest, which was on top of the table, by putting his hand inside my clothes as if he was playing with a toy, and he circled my nipple with his fingertips, squeezing it weakly and then releasing it.

Do you still have energy even after fighting 6 times yesterday?

I envy you when you think of me as a man.

But when I think of it as a man versus a woman… it's a little difficult.

I was thinking that this was the end after a one-night stand, a one-night stand, and was trying to avoid it, but then he touched me like this… .

How on earth can I refuse? He has done too much for me to scream or roughly reject him, and my conscience refuses to let me do that.

"Uh, uh…."

I turned my body slightly to indicate that I was not going to do it. But David continued to move his hand, as if he did not understand the meaning of my actions.

Ah, I shouldn't be doing this, but I'm out of breath again. My jaw is closing in and I'm having trouble breathing.

Was the fact that you were clinging to me all this time an expression of your desire to have sex with me?

When I looked at it in the bright light during the day, I saw that the hand was really big. The arms were thick too. I couldn't see it the night before, and my vision kept getting blurry, so it was hard to see the outline, like I was being attacked by a black panther in the middle of the night. I couldn't even remember who I was against and how I was caught.

It's not that I don't remember, but I can't remember at all what position David was in or how he moved.

"Ugh… Ugh…."

I put both my hands on David's hands over my clothes as if to say no and pushed them away slightly, but he showed no sign of taking his hands out. Instead, he seemed to be enjoying my reaction by rolling his nipples with his fingertips even more persistently.

Ah… I really don't know.

How on earth should I respond? To be honest, I'm a little scared. What if I refuse here? Will they suddenly try to force me to do it like the black man in my image?

Even though I don't think that's possible, the more I think about it, the harder it becomes to resist.

My chest, which had not been giving me much pleasure, started sending lewd feelings to my brain as if it was going into gear as I continued to touch it.

Ah… Really, in this situation, is there a way to reject the other person without hurting their feelings too much?

I don't know. If I were a man, I would just curse at him and say, "He's a gay bastard!" and run away. Every time I touch my big breasts, I keep realizing that I'm a woman, so I don't know how to react.

"Heehee!"

Whoa, you licked my neck! You licked my neck!

I guess he was aiming for the fact that his neck was exposed because his hair was roughly tied up with a towel. If I had known this would happen, I wouldn't have put my hair up.

As I said before, I had a girlfriend in the past who was a bit of a pervert, and her neck was licked a lot. So I know very well that a certain part of my neck is very sensitive.

Luckily I didn't lick that sensitive spot, but it's still pretty creepy.

No matter how much I think about it, this is just saying that I want to have sex, ah… Well, it's not that I don't understand, but still, this is… .

When I try to put strength into my legs, they naturally give out. I feel like I'm driving a broken-down car that's only going 30km when I've pedaled to the 100km mark. I try to get up from my seat, but my body starts shaking every time I try to get up. Is the drug still working? It doesn't seem to be the case.

Am I more sensitive than other women? Or is it just me?

It's not like I can't get up if I want to, but what on earth can I do if I get up? I thought I should just get up to somehow make it stop, but when I actually try to get up from my seat, I start to have doubts.

I feel the heat from below.

…is it wet?

It's definitely wet.

"Haaah…yeah, haa…."

First of all, I thought I should get up, so I got up from my seat, but instead of letting me go, David hugged me from behind as I sat up on the chair and kneaded my chest. He put one arm under my chest and held it with the other hand, feeling my chest.

'I have to refuse… What on earth should I say… .'

More than that, I'm concerned about that hot object that's been deliberately pressed against my butt as I stand up. Considering the location, it's obvious to anyone.

'It turns out she wanted to have sex.'

Sex, sex, sex. I keep thinking about sex, so I feel like I really want it first. I try to think calmly and think about the current situation step by step, and the more I think about it, the stronger it becomes. I feel like I'm being more conscious of sex than necessary.

"Hey, David… No… Stop…."

"non-stop?"

It's not nonstop... I'm telling you to stop!

Oh, I really hate it. Why can't I resist?

Is it because they've already had sex once, so it doesn't matter if they do it again? Or do they think that resisting is useless? Or are they too busy thinking about the best way to reject someone to try another method?

I don't know what I'm thinking. I know for sure that I shouldn't do it, and I don't want to do it, but my body is burning and I can't resist.

His cock, which was capable of taking off my baggy shorts just by rubbing against my butt, sent shivers down the back of my neck.

"Stop…don't do that, I don't intend to…."

"…You don't want to do it?"

"Uh, uh…."

When I finally couldn't stand it anymore and told him to stop, David took his hands off my chest, hugged my waist, and asked me if I wanted to do it.

Of course I wanted it to stop, so I nodded and thought, "Is it going to stop now?"

"um…ok, only rub. can i do that?"

It seems like you're saying it in a way that's really easy for me to understand... So, love?

As I was thinking about what it meant, the word 'rub' that I saw while playing a game came to mind. It clearly meant to rub.

'So you're saying that if I don't want to do it, I'll just rub it…?'

Hmm… I think he's saying that he wants to do it, but he's trying to hold back because the woman doesn't like it.

In other words, he is dying to have sex, but when the woman says no, he doesn't want to stop, so he throws a tantrum.

But I can't think of any particular reason to refuse. Rather, I think it's okay since he said he would just rub her when we were almost having sex.

… What on earth am I thinking?

It's not a good thing at all, but I feel like my head is getting weirder and weirder. Should I say that the structure itself is changing?

"No, no… ah, I don't want… don't want…."

When I said it in a pleading tone because I really couldn't stand it any longer, David licked his lips and said, "OK, OK," and backed off.

I lived… .

I suddenly feel grateful to David for stepping down so obediently.

I also know how hard it is to back out of this situation. It was a situation where I could have just moved my hand a little and the woman wasn't resisting much either, but I was a little touched by David's consideration in backing out right away after he clearly said he didn't like it.

"Haa… haa…."

But that's that, this is this. My body is trembling because I keep getting touched and rubbed. I can feel David quietly watching me from behind. He must be thinking of me as a very dirty woman. Because I'm thinking the same thing right now.

My head is in disarray.

It seems like the medicine is no longer effective, but why on earth do I feel this way? And it's not even from a woman, but from a man.

It's serious. My butt was touched by a penis, but instead of feeling bad, my body reacted on its own and my heart started pounding.

Is it because my body is a woman? When I turn into a woman, my mind also starts producing female hormones, or reacts to men, or something like that?

When a man turns into a woman, the contents of the intestines do not change, but things like abdominal pain disappear, so I thought that the intestines themselves might change, so it seems possible. If that's the case, then this reaction right now is a physiologically natural reaction... .

Thinking about it that way cleared my mind a little.

If it's true that my body is completely transformed into a woman's, then this is just a natural reaction for a woman and it's definitely not something that says I'm gay or anything.

Come to think of it, does this body actually menstruate?

I don't want to, but if I ever get my period, it will be proof that my body has completely changed into a woman's. Not only my appearance, but my entire structure has completely changed, so I can't help but think that all of this pleasure and enjoyment is natural.

But… if by any chance you do get your period, it could be a little dangerous.

Having your period means you can get pregnant.

What happens if you get pregnant and then turn into a man?

Will the baby die in my stomach and turn into a tumor? Or will I never be able to turn back into a man?

"Haaah…."

Anyway, the truth has come true.

When I looked back, David was leaning back on the sofa, admiring my body. He must have gained a lot of confidence as a man, having made a woman feel this way for the first time.

Come to think of it, I became the woman who gave David his first experience with a man she just met one day.

No matter what the situation was and what the mood was, the words "Korean easy girl" came to mind.

I'm a man, so I've heard it once before and searched for it. Westerners think it's really easy to go to bed with Korean women, so it's called "easy Korean women." It's easy to go to bed.

I'm sure David thinks so too... Well, if I were allowed to do it for just one day, I think I would think the same way.

"David, you know Korean easy girl?"

"…what?"

Oh, I was embarrassed. I was embarrassed.

It was a bit of a sensitive issue. David also knew that I was a Korean woman, so he looked a bit embarrassed by what I said.

"…what is…a…korean what? easy girl?"

I had calmed down a bit, so I sat down on a chair to have a conversation.

"Let's talk in this language, I'm not good at English... If you think about it, we had sex just one night after meeting, right?

"Oh, so that's what you mean by easy girl? I didn't think of it like that at all."

"Hmm…."

I guess the topic was a bit sensitive. I hesitated a bit about what to say next.

"I just asked because I thought of it, don't worry too much about it."

"Well… I don't think you need to think like that. First of all, you are… so sexy, cute, and lovely …"

"Eww… Stop! Don't say things like that, please…."

Should I say it's cringey? It gives me goosebumps. Do Westerners really say things like that often? I feel so embarrassed that I could die every time I hear it.

David burst out laughing, probably finding it funny that I was covering my ears.

"So, you're a very attractive woman. But it's a prove that you haven't had sex with other men so far, and I'm just lucky to have you to have sex with me ... Well, I'm really thankful to the dog yesterday."

… I feel strange.

An attractive woman… and the reason I've been a virgin until now is because I've only been a woman for less than a month… .

On the contrary, if you think that way, you will become a lewd woman who gives her virginity to another man in less than a month.

But I think I know what David is trying to say.

Beep- beep- beep-

"Oh, it's over."

When the machine made a beep indicating that drying was complete, David got up from the sofa.

He brought me some clothes that felt slightly damp, yet warm and pleasant, in both hands.

He's also holding my underwear in his hand, and maybe because of his skin color, my underwear looks even whiter.

"Ah, thank you…."

I hesitated as I was about to take my clothes off, but then I thought that he had already seen everything there was to see, and that it was a woman's body now, not mine, so I just took my clothes off in front of David.

You must have seen it when I made you coffee in the morning, and you touched it a lot too… .

But when I actually take off my clothes, David whistles. As if he likes the sight.

Ugh… I was fine until just a moment ago, but I suddenly started feeling embarrassed.

"oh, oh, oh."

Then, David saw my body and, as if he remembered something, walked away and came back holding something while I was putting on my panties and bra.

She was holding bills in her hand. Something made her feel bad as soon as she saw the money. I did it because I wanted to, but it felt like I was being treated like a prostitute… No, no. I didn't do it because I wanted to. But I wasn't a prostitute, so I felt bad.

As I glared at David with that unpleasant expression, David waved his hand as if it was a misunderstanding.

"Oh, no, this is taxi fare. OK? I'm worried."

"Ah, no problem… I'm okay."

When I said that, he suddenly grabbed my jeans, which I hadn't even worn yet, and put them in his pocket.

… Sure, I wanted to take a taxi and go home quickly.

I took off the towel that had been wrapped around my head and put on some clothes.

"dry?"

David came in with a hair dryer at some point.

I asked her to dry my hair, as I thought it would be too much of a hassle to dry it myself.

"Your house is so big, do you live alone?"

"No, I live with a friend. He's Brazilian. He lives alone right now because he has some work to do at home."

We chatted while getting my hair dried… Maybe it's because my hands are big, but I feel a little better every time he strokes my hair.

After his hair is completely dry, he gets dressed.

"Where are you going?"

"I'll give you a ride home."

no!

I declined. He seemed a little disappointed, then nodded and took off the coat he was wearing.

The way he follows me to the front door is quite friendly. No, I should say affectionate… I feel a little strange because it seems like he is showing affection towards me.

After I put on my shoes, he looks down at me while holding onto the two sides of the door sill. I feel like I've seen this somewhere. The word "wall-thumping" comes to mind in otaku lore. And the two-handed version.

"Bye, bye, David."

I awkwardly greeted him and opened the door to go out, but he suddenly grabbed the doorknob with his hand and stopped my hand.

what.

"Um… can I kiss you?"

Are you sure you were just waiting to say that?

no!

Kissing a guy! And a black guy! I hate that!

As I shook my head from side to side, David sighed, lowered his head, and opened the door for me.

"bye."

Sigh… The door opens and suddenly the tension is relieved.

As I go out the door, I see an elevator. The scenery outside the window is something I don't know… .

… Now that I think about it, where is this place?

I guess I'll have to take a taxi back. I wonder if David thought of this and gave me the money.

I remembered that I had put the money David had given me in my hip pocket, so I reached in and took it out.

"Oh, Hwiyeon, that's my number."

What are you talking about?

As David spoke to me, still standing in front of the elevator with the door open, I took out the bills from my pocket and unfolded them.

Then, a square post-it note with a phone number written on it came out from inside the bill.

Passing on contact information like this… .

"Okay, thank you…."

David waved at me until the elevator came, greeted me, and got on and off.

And as I went down to the first floor and the door opened, my head started to feel heavy again.

"Ah… euaaaaaa… euaaaaaaaaaaaa…."

You had sex with me and even asked for my number!

With a guy too!

With a black person!

"Haaah…."

I think it's going to be a big concern for a while.

First, let's go home and sleep... When I get to the dormitory in a taxi, I can go to any room in the lounge and say I'm here to meet a friend to do homework, then I can take the TS stone, turn into a man, and then go back.

After making sure that the room key I had taken out separately was still in my pocket, I left the apartment complex and took a taxi back home.

As usual, I felt like I was getting a bit of attention from people… but I wasn't in the right state of mind to care about that, so I ignored it and went home.