Abby Thanks Brad - [TF24,M24] [Transgender] [Best Friends] [First Time] [Exhibitionism]

Abby Thanks Brad

It was a Friday night like any other with my best friend Abby. We sat in my apartment watching silly cartoons we grew up with; tonight's selection was The Bee Movie. We'd shared nights like this since high school. Although, when it first started, my best friend's name was not Abby.

She was trans and she begun her transition shortly after we started community college together. It was hard for her, a lot of her family and people in our town were assholes about it, but it never bothered me one bit. Honestly, I never understood what the issue is.

But these days she's been thriving as her true self! She has a wardrobe packed with cute outfits, tons and tons of different types of makeup, most of which I don't even understand what the function was. Recently, I found out she even carries tampons in her purse at all times just in case another girl might need one. She was living her womanhood to its fullest!

Though on the outside she changed quite a bit, her heart was still the same; as was her sense of humor. We still got along great and this night was no exception. However, she seemed sort of tense. As if she had some kind of issue dominating her mind that she was too scared to talk about.

While we've never been super 'share your feelings' types of friends, having met as boys and all, as we've gotten older, communication has gotten easier. There was just less that could embarrass us in front of the other anymore, we knew each other too well. So I took no issue with confronting the matter head on.

"Are you okay, Abby?" I asked while she sat there stoicly. After a long pause, she answered.

"Yea!" She said with heavy inflection, making her bright, girly voice, which took dozens of hours of training to achieve, even higher than it already was.

I smirked and raised my eyebrow. She obviously wasn't being truthful. And, when she met my gaze, she could instantly tell that I knew.

"Don't look at me like that!" She said laughing, blushing even.

"Come on," I groaned. "Just talk to me! Something is clearly bothering you, let's just come out with it."

She sighed and clenched her teeth. "Alright," she said, unsure of herself.

Another couple quiet moments passed as we both pretended to focus on the Jerry Seinfeld bumblebee stealing that human man's girlfriend. Then, she came out with it.

"Did you realize," she said with a deep breath. "That I just passed my three year anniversary of being on hormones."

"Oh, no way!"

"Way..." she grinned. "Well, that's when doctors will say that the 'final stage' of physical transition has been reached. So like, I should essentially be in my full woman body."

"Congratulations, Abby!" I said with sincerity. "That's seriously amazing."

"Thank you!" She said, exhaling. "And, along with all that, I've been doing a lot of thinking recently."

"Oh yea?"

"Yea... and I just thought about how hard those first few months... that whole first year was. And I thought about... you. And how nice you were toward me in that time and how accepting you were when no one else was."

"Well of course." I said. "You're still the same friend I met in gym class all those years ago."

"And you're still the same guy who defended me from all the bigger boys. They'd call me names and push me around, but you put a stop to all that. And you never ever stopped being there to protect me."

"It's what friends do!"

"Right..." She said.

I noticed then that she was using a hand to clench her opposite arm. Her posture made her seem small and she was avoiding eye contact with me. She was clearly on edge about something, but I couldn't determine what.

"I've just been thinking..." she went on. "I've been trying to think of a way to properly thank you... for everything. I want to properly, fully express how much I appreciate you and how much you mean to me. And... and I think I found a way." She looked me right in the eyes.

I laughed, is this what she was so anxious about? Getting me a gift?

"Don't be silly!" I insisted. "I don't need anything from you. Just your company is enough."

"And that's what I mean! You are so... you're so unlike any guy I've met before and I know that I want to do something special for you."

"Alright," I said, laughing. "Sure, then. What do you want to give me?"

She blushed hard, brushing a few of her auburn curls out of her face. The unobstructed view of her blue eyes sparkled with the anticipation of whatever it was she was planning. I was starting to get excited.

"Well... forgive me if I'm just being an idiot and totally misreading things... But, I've sort of noticed lately that.. you've been staring at me a lot?"

Now it was my turn to blush; hard.

"I, uh-" stammered, quickly trying to think of some sort of defense for myself. Unfortunately, I could not come up with one because she happened to be completely right.

I may not have realized her specific hormone anniversary, but I certainly noticed the changes in her body.

She's always been skinny, but lately I've noticed she's curvy too. Her hips are wider, her skin is softer. And... yea, she had boobs now. They were pretty little, but unmistakably there. And, as perverted as it may make me sound, I noticed her butt has gotten rounder and even a bit bigger, too. Her woman's body looked just like that: a woman's.

The amount of anxious squirming and mind racing I was up to must've been obvious, because she placed a gentle hand on me and laughed lightly.

"It's okay!" She reassured. "Honestly, I... I'm kind of flattered by it."

I laughed too. "I'm sorry, I can't help it you look so... hot all of a sudden."

"I know what you mean. I've noticed the same thing. I feel like I'm finally in the body that was meant for me. And... as a way to thank you..." Her face, which I was suddenly noticing was also round and adorable, turned bright red. What was this girl planning?

"I wanted... to give you... myself."

"Yourself?" My heart skipped a beat. She couldn't possibly mean what I thought she did.

"Myself. This body wouldn't have been possible without your support... If I didn't have you I'd have chickened out of hormones or I'd quit when my Dad said I had to or when I was unemployed and couldn't afford a refill. Every single time I needed it, you swooped in and kept me on the path I was born to take. In a way, I owe my body to you."

I grimaced. "Don't be silly! You don't owe me a thing. It's your body; you earned it."

"Sure!" She agreed. "It is mine, but you were fundamental in me getting it. So, I... I want to share it with you."

"Okay..." I said with a lump in my throat. "What specifically did you have in mind?"

"Well..." she smiled, looking embarrassed but elated. "I was thinking maybe... I could take off my clothes and uh... give you a look at what you helped build. If that's something you'd be interested in, of course! If not, I totally understand..."

I froze solid. No way could she be serious! She would just... get naked for me? In my apartment? Just so I can see? I had never thought about getting such a gift from her. I mean, we were both boys when we met and I wasn't attracted to boys. I knew for years that she was a girl, but like, so is my mom! I'm not interested in her like that, either!

But now that this offer was on the table and the fact that she was offering it to me in such a pure hearted way, with her big bright puppy eyes practically begging for it. Well, my choice was obvious.

"Yes, please. Err, I mean- yes, I would like that. I would like to see you na- err, um, without your clothes on. Please." Smooth, dumbass.

She laughed and covered a mouth with her hand, her cheeks red as ever.

"Okay..." she said with a giggly, silly smile. "Okay, let's do it, then."

So, she stood up, slowly and awkwardly. She turned around and looked down toward me, squeezing her arm and trying to avoid eye contact yet again.

"If you don't want to-" I started to say, unsure what to make of her obvious squeamishness. But, she cut me off.

"I do! I absolutely do. I'm just... shy."

"That's okay, I get it... take your time!"

We were both smiling and laughing, but it was clear we were both horribly nervous and embarrassed on the inside. But, also incredibly excited.

"Guess, I'll just get started!" She said and began to take off her shirt.

She wore small green blouse over a long sleeve brown shirt and had the slightest amount of black bra strap showing underneath it all. First, she took off the green blouse and I got a slightly better idea as to her bust size. Maybe they were a bit bigger than I thought.

Off came the brown long sleeve, showing just a cute little black bra. I couldn't see any boob, she wore no cleavage, but I was surprised by how stimulated her tummy and hips made me.

Her belly was flat and her button was tiny and cute; an innie, like mine. Her curves were now on full display, showing off her beautiful and feminine little hourglass dip. Hell, even her collar bones were slender and curved downwards in a soft, steady slope. This was undeniably a woman's body.

"What do you think?" She asked shyly.

"I uh, uh..." I said, clearly having no clue how to answer.

She grinned and laughed. "That good, huh?"

I just smiled and nodded.

She rolled her eyes and giggled, then reached behind her back and unclipped her bra. She slowly let air out of her mouth and looked at the ceiling. Then, in a burst of courage, she scrunched her eyes shut and threw the thing to the floor. She balled up her fists and stuck her chest out, timidly and proudly showing my her gorgeous naked breasts.

And oh my god, I swear I started to drool.

They were small, alright, but certainly bigger than I thought. They were sloped like ski hills, sliding down until the sharp jump her pointy nipples provided for the imaginary tiny athletes. Her little nipples, encircled by raised areolas, were a pale pink to the point of being almost invisible. They looked delicious.

Like I said, I don't want to come off as a pervert, but they looked so much like scrumptious cones of ice cream or the swirled top of a cupcake's frosting. I was definitely drooling. I looked her in the eyes and she looked right back with a devilish grin on her face. Oh God it must be so obvious how hypnotized by her I am.

Wordlessly, and biting her lip, she began to undo her belt buckle. She tossed it aside. Then, she turned around so her back was facing me and bent forward, slowly sliding the jeans over her big, shapely girl butt clad in cutesy frilly white panties.

It was at this moment I could feel the tightening in my pants. Shit! I was getting hard, fast. And though she was in the midst of stripping nude just so I can watch, the idea of being exposed to her myself made me so embarrassed but also so vulnerably horny. I didn't try to hide myself.

In just a moment, her pants were at her ankles and I had a front row seat to the softest, creamiest looking thighs and legs I've ever seen. They were impressive: toned, precisely hairless, no sign of any mole or freckle. They were textbook perfect.

She turned her neck around to look at me, standing only in her white, frilly panties. She must've spotted the bulge in my pants, since she grinned again and looked away bashfully. It made me hot knowing she saw it. I don't want to be one of those guys or anything, but to be genuinely, completely honest; I kinda have a really big dick. And now my best friend, Abby, knew.

Recomposing herself, she grabbed at the waistband of her panties and shifted then up and down, side by side in slow, hypnotic patterns. I was a slave to her big round pendulum of a butt as if it were a pocket watch on a chain. It's ironic, she said she wanted to give herself to me as thanks, but it felt like I was fully under her control now. And I loved it.

After getting her fill of teasing me, she at last brought the fabric down over her fatty flesh and exposed her beautiful naked behind just for me. I now knew about her tiny cute mole on the top of her left cheek and the intimacy of that knowledge made me blush.

She turned around, to face me and once against present her beautiful dewdrop breasts in my direction. Looking down, I could see her covering her privates with a hand, using the other to grip her arm nervously again.

"I've... um..." She said, a quivering mess.

I gave her time to finish.

"I've never shown this to anyone before... just my doctor. And, you know, I haven't gotten any surgeries, so it's still..."

"I know." I said.

"I just don't wanna freak you out-"

"You won't."

"So... so you want to- to see it?"

She looked me right in the eyes. She was scared, embarrassed, insecure. I was incredibly horny. It proved to be a working combination.

"Please let me see your penis, Abby?" I asked plainly, looking her dead in the eyes.

She smiled, then laughed. Her legs rocked back and forth and she brushed her hair behind her ears.

"Okay..." she said and slowly moved both of her hands behind her, flat onto her butt. And right at eye level was the softest, cutest and tiniest penis I have ever seen in my life. It was also completely hairless.

I've never been attracted to boys, but I've watched plenty of porn. I know what big dicks look like, I know what average dicks look like and I know what tiny dicks look like. Abby had a teeny teeny tiny little dick. I was in love with it.

"Oh, my god, Abby..."

"Sorry!" She said, covering her face with her hands. "It's probably so weird looking!"

"No!" I insisted, catching her off guard. "No, I mean... it's beautiful, Abby. It's adorable. It looks... it looks incredibly soft."

"Thank you..." she peaked her eyes at me. "It is soft... much softer than before hormones. Girl penis is different from boy penis."

"Yea," I said, feeling my own boy penis straining against my pants uncomfortably. "I can tell."

"Do... um... Do you, um..."

"Can I please touch it?"

She breathed hard. "Yes, yes please! Please, Brad..."

Gently and deftly, she strode closer to me while I sat upright. In just a moment she was mere inches from me in all her naked glory. It was only now, with her so close was I able to pick up on her smells.

My God she smelled sweet like a local bakery or maybe even a patch of wild flowers. I slowly moved my face closer to her tiny dick and took a slow deep sniff. It was like heaven; it gave me goose bumps.

Above me I could see her blushing and twirling her hair in her fingers.

"You smell... so good, Abby." I said, as I softly began to trace my fingers up and down her short shaft.

"Thank you, B-Brad. I'm glad you th-think so."

Just then, her tiny little penis started to stiffen and began to point towards me.

"Oh, geez!" She started. "I'm sorry, I-"

Before she could continue I planted a kiss on her growing little pecker; right on her pink, circumcised tip.

"Don't be." I said, kissing her again.

I rose to a stand, towering over her as she began to sweat. It was at this point that my primal urges took over. My anxious butterflies were gone and all that remained was a desire; a thirst that only she and her body could quench.

Without asking for permission, I placed both my hands on each of her breasts, causing her to jump and giggle. I lovingly, softly caressed them; treated them the way any lady ought to be treated: with compassionate, gentle affection. I softly pinched her tiny nipples, getting a cute little involuntary squeak from her, which, of course, filled her with embarrassment.

"Do, um..." she started again. "Do you like your-your gift, Brad?"

I looked her in the eyes; in her sad, pathetic, pleading eyes. I didn't answer. Instead, I just kissed her lips as deeply as I could.

I heard her moan and I felt her press her penis up against my leg. She kissed me back with the same amount of passion. Over and over again.

As we made out, I moved my hands down to her round butt and squeezed each bubbly cheek tightly. They felt amazing; like fresh loaves of bread or memory foam pillows. I rubbed my own massive, throbbing erection against her flat tight tummy. She gasped and pulled away from the kiss.

"Brad, I-" She stammered, looking at my bulge.

"You want it?" I asked, straight-up.

"Y-yes, Brad. I do." She answered.

"Then take it."

She looked me in the eyes and nodded, then kissed me on the cheek. Then, she lowered herself into a squat and started to work at my belt.

In a minute, the belt was gone, my fly was down, my button was off and my pants were at my ankles.

"Pfft!" Came from her mouth as she started to laugh. Looking down, I realized I was in my pair of spider-man boxers, which looked especially silly with a gigantic boner crammed inside.

Oh, geez. Why'd I have to enter sexy dom mode in these? I had so many pairs of sleek, adult underwear. Goes to show how unanticipated this turn of events was tonight.

After the initial surprise went away, she proceeded undeterred. She kissed my bulge sweetly, looking up at me as she did so. Then, she sought to unleash my monster. With a good hard tug, my boxers jumped down to my knees and my big thick cock smacked her in the face.

"Holy shit, I'm so sorry!" I began to say.

I quickly noticed, though that she was smiling. In fact, she looked just giddy.

"Good God, Brad!" She stared at my beast, her hands on my pelvis on either side. "I had no idea you were hiding this from me!"

"Yea, well-" I began to awkwardly say, but my words were overshadowed by the sharp moan that escaped my lips.

I look down and saw my cock halfway inside my best friend's mouth. And god damn did she look pretty like that.

At first, the strokes she made with her mouth and hands were slow, deliberate and precise. But soon, she was slobbering on it like a hungry dog with a fresh bone.

The sensations were so powerful, I had no choice but to sit back down with a drop. She did not cease, though, sticking with me and continuing to charm my thick cobra to sing and erupt.

Briefly she took her mouth away, gasping dramatically, fluids dribbling down her chin like crazy. She then just stroked my shaft up and down, really fast, and using her other hand to pull my foreskin back and forth at a slower pace.

I knew I was close to cumming, this girl was unbelievably skilled. I was bummed about it because I wanted this to last forever, but her semen hunting abilities were simply too powerful.

Just as I was on the brink, she looked my in the eyes and stuck her tongue right onto the slit of my tip and I exploded like a volcano. The amount of hot cum that shot out of me, into the air and onto my friend's pretty hair and face reminded me of a chocolate fountain or getting slimed on the kids choice awards. Abby, the trooper that she was, was smiling all the way, milking every single last drop out of me.

I couldn't take it anymore. I leaned my head back, slammed my eyes shut and cried out with groaning pleasure. I rode out the bumping waves of ecstasy until they slowly crawled to a complete halt. I was drained and my penis immediately began to soften.

I could feel Abby collapse her face onto my wet, sticky thighs, her grip on my shaft loosening, but not going away entirely. For several moments we sat there together, panting like dogs after a marathon, completely content and satisfied.

"Thank you..." Abby said through labored breaths. "For everything, Brad."

"Any..." I began to say, "time. Where... where did you learn to do... to do that?"

"Porn... and practice."

"Practice? On who?"

She laughed. "On my big... pink... dildo."

I laughed too, still breathing hard. "Lucky... bastard!"

"I... I love you, Brad."

"I love... I love you, too, Abby."