Cross-dresser Priyanka's Journey
I’m Priyanka. I’ve always been Priyanka. I was born with another name that was always irrelevant. I started cross-dressing when I was in junior college. It continued off and on until I was off to degree college in Bangalore. The day I got admission and moved out was also the day I began my journey into femininity. I got started on hormones and started actively dressing as a girl 24×7, even to college. College was very liberal, but studies were tough. So my schedule was college and home and college and home. I went out to explore the city in my first year. However, during the year, several changes took place in me. My voice took on a softer tone, my skin softened and glowed, and my breasts and ass grew out. Even my hair got thicker and more lustrous. All in all, my hormones were working wonders. I was becoming increasingly feminine every passing month. Finally, in my 2nd year, during a relatively free weekend, I gathered the courage to go out and explore the partying scene. Of course, I was sex-starved as well and needed a man to fuck me senseless. I didn’t have any high hopes, though. I wore a hot tight black dress and kept my makeup subtle and soft. My hair was loose in wavy locks with bangs swept back over my right eye. I thought I looked hot with my long legs, tight ass, and shapely breasts. I took a cab to a club at Koramangala and got in. It was a Friday night and packed by 8 PM. I walked across the club to my seat. I noticed the eyes of most men and women turned towards me, whether intentionally or not. It felt good to be appreciated. I sat down and ordered a drink, and relaxed. After a few minutes, I stood and went to the dance floor. For some reason, it felt natural for me. Soon I was surrounded by a few single, handsome men. I could feel their eyes roaming all over my body. Two of them moved closer and matched my moves, touching me lightly and dancing with me. I, too, was having a ton of fun, taking in their smells, gyrating against their hard bodies. One of them, in particular, was excited. He was behind me and kept groping my butt while we danced. The other guy came up in front of me. He said, “Want to come back to our table?” “Sure,” I purred into his ear. They took me by my hand and led me to their table in a darkened corner of the club. “Hey, I’m Amir,” said the taller of the two. “And this is Rasheed.” “I’m Priyanka,” I replied and smiled shyly. “You dance quite well,” Rasheed said, “and we’re so turned on.” “We’re engineers here in Bangalore,” sighed Amir, “and come here on and off to unwind. But we’ve never seen someone like you, hon. Where’re you from?” “I’m in college and studying at RSD College,” I replied. “You’re very hot,” said Rasheed as he moved closer to me and smelled my sweat and hair. “I NEED YOU,” he growled in my ear. “Want to get out of here?” asked Amir. “Yes, please,” I said. “My car’s outside,” said Amir. “Let’s take a drive,” said Rasheed. We left the club. I put on my heels and followed Amir to his car. I couldn’t help looking around, seeing what people would say if they saw me walking with these guys. A few smiled at me. It wasn’t hard for me to forget where I was. I’ve wanted this for years, ever since I knew about such things. We started driving away. It was quite late, and the roads were deserted. Amir drove till we came to a park. He parked in a secluded street, turned to me and said, “We’re getting out now. You’re going to come with us. And we’re going to do things to you.” I blushed, and my mouth started watering. They got off, and I followed them submissively. They took me among the trees overlooking a lake and started groping me roughly. Rasheed pushed me onto my knees. His big hands bunched my hair and pulled it so I would look up at him from the ground. As he proceeded to unzip his pants and pull out his cock, Amir bent down. He forced my mouth open and spat into my mouth. I swallowed it without question. Both Amir and Rasheed kept rubbing their cocks on my face. Rasheed pushed his cock into my mouth, hitting the back of my throat, choking me. “Suck it, whore!” Amir whispered. I closed my lips around it and continued sucking while I felt my pussy grow wetter by the minute. I held Amir’s cock in my hand and was jerking him off too. Both of them were getting more excited watching me perform. “Rasheed, fucking cum in her mouth!” Amir said. “Fuck yeah!” shouted Rasheed, pushing himself deep into my throat. Without warning, he started shooting his load in my mouth, down my throat. As soon as he finished, he pulled out, spit on my face, and told me to swallow every last drop. I licked my lips clean and swallowed hard. Amir stroked himself, grinning widely, and said, “My turn, bitch.” I opened my mouth, and he pushed his cock inside. I gagged but managed to get used to it after a few strokes. His breathing grew heavier, and I started to stroke myself as he moaned louder. His cock had grown larger in my mouth, forcing me to swallow it more than halfway. After several thrusts, he shot his load down my throat. I thought I was done, but Rasheed was already hard again! He lifted me, turned me around, pushed me against Amir, and bent me over. He lifted my dress, pulled my panties down, and penetrated me from behind. He used his spit to lubricate his cock and my hole. He fucked me hard and rough, slamming his cock in and out of my ass. He slapped me across my ass again and again. He said, “You like that, bitch!” and kept fucking me harder. I pushed my hips back against him and balanced against Amir’s shoulders. My long lustrous hair fell forward over my shoulder. “I love your hair,” said Amir, holding and stroking my cheek. “Bend forward,” he commanded. I obeyed and bent further until my face faced Amir’s flaccid cock.