The Grass Is Greener by Destiny1961

Writer: Destiny1961

Subject: The Grass Is Greener

Link: LS666 Email / 18.08.2024

The Grass Is Greener

I sit here, tired of my life, and realize nothing is holding me back.

I have now lost not only the influence of a good woman, who made me feel like a man but wanting to be a man anymore. I have been on the fence, for a few years now. and even found myself taking herbs to try and feminize my body, and using some hypnosis and poppers, to change my mind. But change comes from the heart, soul, and spirit.

I have had a friend, who, while I am a Christian, was a Satanist. He has told me that being such is much more than believing in some sort of Satan or Devil. It is about being able to let go, to indulge in things we want to, despite feeling afraid to.

He told me that he went from liking both men and women, to pretty much going away from genetic females, to transgender women.

I have known Bob for years and knew at a young age, he was more bisexual but could not say. We used to get into magick, then black chaos magick. I fell away and he kept going in that direction. He started to learn Tarot. I did a reading when younger and was told I would change when I got older. Life will get to me, and will need to get away.

I have lost my love and good influence to cancer — I blamed Abrahamic God for that. I found myself using poppers, to leave my mind, and this world for a while. I remember years ago going to a party, dressed as a girl for Halloween, and trying pot for the first time.

Oddly enough, Bob hosted the party, and we did the usual games of Ouija. After some weed, I dressed with my friend who now was into dark magick. I found myself like a girl with my head between his legs, sucking his cock. But what got me, was that I laid down like a girl, and let him fuck me.

He told me, if he did, that the dark spirits would enter me. I was so high and horny. I remember him pounding me like a bitch. Then I was riding him as he exploded inside my bowels.

We have both moved on, yet not too far apart, as I went to live in the Bible Belt, and he ended up in the city known for its darkness — New Orleans and the French Quarter.

It is ironic as when me and my love went there to check it out, she said she could feel the evil. And when asked if I did, I couldn’t say as it felt like “home” … maybe that was my calling.

So, I have now found myself getting stronger herbs, an assortment of lingerie, even a wig, and make-up — as I fell further into darkness. I have even found myself doing these small rituals to try and find a guide — not of this world — and used poppers to help me get my mind open.

I went into my ritual room.

I found myself looking in the mirror at my reflection. What was looking back was not me. My small moobs looked like tits and the face was feminine. I felt this chill as my body tingled. I got my vibrator to buzz against my chest and butt, leading to sliding it in me. I used candles to create a ritualistic atmosphere. I’d put on some make-up and used the poppers to begin my summoning.

I saw a figure again that looked like it was me but not me. I felt this voice. Yes, I felt it say something like … put on things. I had a bra and a few pairs of panties, including one with an open ass. As I grabbed my things, I saw the new toy. I picked it up and took it into my ritual room.

I hit my poppers and grabbed the toy, lubed it, and stroked it. But then instead of putting it on the altar, I put it on the floor.

“I’m not happy,” I called out, and meant not as a man, or a Christian.

“The grass is greener on the other side,” the voice said in return.

I did not understand. I called out again for guidance, then hit the poppers again. This time was different as my friend told me I had opened a door but when calling to not use drugs of any kind. I didn’t listen. I took another hit and got wobbly, as my reflection changed. This time felt a chill and saw a shadow behind me.

I felt something touching and rubbing me and I started to finger myself. I felt hands on my shoulders and closed my eyes. I asked to be guided and felt them push down on me. I found myself on my knees. I peeked at the shadow behind me. The hands-on me pushed me down more. I felt the head of my toy against my hole and then more pushing until I sat on it.

“Bob,” I cried, “I’m so tired of being what I am. I want to change. I want to be something opposite!”

“Well, I have read your Tarot cards,” Bob replied, “I see your plight and that you’re willing to change. Come back to my quarters and we can talk more. But you must be of an open mind. Let’s spend the night together … maybe a couple of nights if need be … and you will be able to find what you seek.”

I went down and met him at his place. He’d told me that it was once a small church and then was a funeral home. I was a little freaked out.

“Think about it as if you’ve come home,” he said.

We sat and had drinks. Then he pulled out a bong. At first, I refused. I didn’t want to get high.

“If you want to be different,” he said, “You’ve got to let go — to be able to indulge and enjoy yourself — and to do what you know what you want to do?”

“I just want to just spend one weekend — as a woman,” I responded in frustration, “Yes. I want to let go. Completely. I want to feel and enjoy whatever will happen next.”

“I am doing some drag shows,” Bob said, “I have some make-up. I can help you to fully let go … and start being the trans-woman that you want to be … I will help you change … just relax, and you’ll be able to do things, you never thought possible.”

We went shopping and he picked out this dark outfit. Then, on the way back, we got a bottle of strong liquor.

“It’s called absinthe,” Bob told me, “It’s well known to cause some wickedness in its consumption.”

We then stopped and picked up some poppers and he got something from the guy in the back room.

“Trust me,” Bob said, “And I’ll reveal everything to you — later!”

So, we went back. Bob helped me put on everything — from underwear to a nightie — as it was getting late. The clothing would be tomorrow.

“You’re going to have to shed that ‘good boy’ stuff, and be a ‘bad girl’, okay?” Bob told me, “You’re in a safe place. Trust me. The grass is truly greener on the other side.”

I did not understand what he meant until we went into what would be my room. It looked like a goth teenager’s room. It came complete with a canopy bed in dark style, and the sheets had, what I knew to be, an unknown sigil painted upon them. There was a small hope chest, an altar with candles burning, and a love seat. The room had this big screen television.

“We can hang out here,” Bob said, “And indulge. Once your mind is open, your spirit will be able to reach the other side.”

“Okay,” I agreed.

“I want to try something,” he suggested.

He made me up, with goth make-up, complete with black lipstick. He had me look at myself in the mirror. I did. It was me but not me. I liked it.

“From here on,” he said, “You’re a trans-female, okay?”

He poured us some strong drinks.

“Are you ready to let go? Are you ready to let me guide you?”

“Yes,” I agree.

As we drank he put on some porn and brought out a bong.

“I’m not sure,” I said.

“Well, maybe you should just go back home,” he scolded.

“Please, no,” I begged, “Sorry … forgive me!”

“You want to change. And I am going to take you into my world. No more excuses. No more denials!”

He had us sit and kneel in the center of the bed. We both lit candles and held them as we said a prayer. He held up a bottle of poppers.

“Let us breathe you in!”

Holding it to my nose, I sniffed and Bob followed. I immediately felt wobbly again and a cold chill. Bob then had us go the the mirror, where he had a bong that looked rather evil. He put some beer and liquor into it and then started to light it. He handed me a stem and we both hit it. The sensation was strong. I felt weird and looked in the mirror.

“The mirror is a doorway!” Bob told me.

He turned off the regular lights, for a red one. I was already starting to feel strange. I swore, I saw things in the room but tried my best to let go.

“I feel so strange …” I told him.

“What do you mean?”

“Well, I kind of feel like a girl … my entire body is tingling.”

“Then, it’s time for us to be left alone to rest,” he answered.

I did not understand the remark.

“Tomorrow will be a long day — as all of this will be new to you,” Bob said, “Welcome to my world, Destiny,”

When I asked him he replied that it was destiny. He left and I stood almost frozen in front of the mirror, looking at a new me. I decided to look in the hope chest, under the altar, and there were some new sex toys. There were so many anal plugs, dildos, and vibrators — from regular ones to others not so normal — some shaped and colored like the phalluses of animals, and even demons.

It made me feel wild. Why not? So I grabbed a vibrator and turned it on. I slide it up under the nightie against my small boobs and then down to my little penis like it was my clitoris. I bent over and slid it up my ass and turned it up which made me quiver all over. I grabbed a couple out and tossed them on the bed with my eyes closed just to see what happened.

They all seemed to end up inside the demonic sigil. There was a normal dildo that looked like a dick and then there was a smaller one that looked demonic. There was one that looked like a dog’s cock, complete with a knot. Another looked like a horse. I grabbed the horse’s cock and giggled out loud.

“Who a trigger,” I said to myself.

I sat in the middle of the bed and used the little dick first. Out of the corner of my eyes, I noticed this shadow moving. I told myself that I had to let it go. I used the small dildo for a bit, grabbing my poppers. Then I saw the bong. I hit the bong and then grabbed the little demon. I just looked at it made me very excited.

“Okay, demon,” I joked, “Time to come inside me … and possess me!”

I sat on it. I felt something touch me. I began to feel more like a real trans-female. I rode it for a while. It felt as if someone was watching me the entire time.

“Hmmm,” I moaned.

I decided to ride the horse cock. I walked over to the altar and pulled it out of the hope chest. I sat it on its tip and looked at myself in the mirror.

“I never rode a horse before, I said, “I think that I am gonna need help.”

I took another hit of the bong and the poppers. I got all wobbly again and weak as my reflection started to blur and distort. I could see an eerie shadow behind me but as I turned around it disappeared. I turned again to face the mirror again.

“It will be okay,” said the voice as I began to take its enormous girth into my anus.

I felt the head poking hard against my wet sloppy hole.

“Ride me, cowgirl!” the voice said with a giggle.

I slid down as it went inside me. I rode it a bit.

“Do it doggy style,” suggested the voice, “You’re a natural at doggy style!”

I grabbed the dog’s cock and sat on it, feeling like a complete slut. I rode it for a bit as I heard the clock strike midnight.

“Oh shit,” I said, “I have to get some sleep.”

I slid down and felt the knot pop into me. This time, my dick exploded. Was this what they call a sissygasm? I laid down with it still in me, much like a butt plug, in the center of the sigil — I curled up and fell asleep.

I felt a hand touch me.

“I see you found the toys,” whispered Bob, “How did it feel?”

While slightly hung over wanted more.

“I feel like a transgender.”

“You still have a couple of days to become one. Why don’t you get dressed?”

I put on the panties and goth skirt. He gave me a push-up bra so my boos would lift and look better. To finish the look, he gave me an old torn rock shirt. He then did my hair in pigtails with evil, dark make-up.

xxxxx

We went into the quarter and hit some stores. He bought a few things, like crystals, herbs, and such. We hit a couple of bars. I had a few. And when it was time, he made sure, I used the ladies’ room. When I came back he was talking to these two men. One was this big Jamaican, who looked like a witch doctor, and the other was a white businessman.

Bob told me he knew the Jamaican who went by the name “Demon” and the other was his acquaintance, who’d come here to have a good time. Bob told me they wanted to treat us to drinks later and maybe more and Joe, who was the business man said he would pay.

“You need to have a date, as a girl, with a real man,” said Bob, “I will be there to make sure nothing happens. I will be dressed too. We’re meeting at a drag show. And our dates have something special in mind. Anyway, I want you to try something new.”

What Bob meant was that he wanted me to try fishnets and what looked like a “goth streetwalker” with evil drag makeup.

“You look so damn hot,” he said looking at me, “If we weren’t going out, I’d bend you over, and fuck the shit out of you!”

He then did his make-up. We appeared like two evil sisters. He took me to my room. This time he unveiled a full-length mirror and we both knelt. He turned the lights off with only one single candle to illuminate our reflections. He called out and asked for his guides to take them … to help us enjoy all the pleasures of the flesh. We hit the bong, and I gagged a bit, blowing out this big cloud.

“It’s only mild,” he said, reminding me our dates have something special in mind. Again, I felt slightly wobbly but still about to walk on heels. Bob hands me a bottle of poppers, “Put these in your purse. We’ll use them at the bar.”

xxxxx

We are at the bar. I now feel like this transsexual whore. Strange things came to my mind, like being Jezebel, the whore of Babylon, and what they used to call the sacred prostitute. We sat at the bar. Bob knew the bartender who served us two shots of drinks.

“They’re absinthe straight up.”

“I’ve had it before. It makes me kind of loose!”

Bob giggled. We downed the shots and my body felt as if it was heating up. That’s when I noticed the guys come in.

They came over. Demon kissed Bob (who was now Bobbi) and Joe sat next to me. Joe joked that he wouldn’t ask for a kiss … not yet! Joe had on eyeliner and some eye shadow.

“Are you okay with it?” he asks me, “You know, I serve a different type of god. I hope it doesn’t scare you?”

“No,” I told him.

Joe ordered a round of what we just had. But this time there was beer with Jack Daniels combined with the absinthe. Bobbi and Demon moved down a few seats to allow us some privacy. The drinks arrived but Joe told me there was a way we must drink them.

We had to drink the beer first, then take the shot of Jack Daniels, and then after the shot of absinthe, we had to kiss. I turned to see the others do it and then they all looked at me. I gave the “I don’t know” shrug. Bobbi came over and asked to be excused, as we needed to powder our noses. We went into the ladies room. Bobbi asked how I feel. I said that Joe was kind of cute and that the “girl in me” wanted him.

“I tell you what,” giggled Bobbi, “We will have a few, then take it to my place. I will make sure you’re safe. But if you are going to be a transwoman you have to go with those feelings. Just take a hit of poppers. Then, take your time, and come back. I promise it will help. Remember the grass is greener, and if it helps, he’s got a big cock and a big wallet.”

I look at Bobbi.

“I’m not a prostitute!”

Bobbi reminded me that being a prostitute used to be an honorable thing. So as he walked out and turned off the light in the bathroom. The safety light came. Everything turned red and eerie. I looked in the mirror. I hit the poppers so hard that I almost dropped. I saw a shadow behind me and I heard that voice.

“I will guide you if you let me in.”

“Okay,” I answered and felt a chill as it vanished.

I came back to the stool and the first thing I notice is this pendant Joe had on. I mentioned it. It is the same symbol on my bed.

“It’s the symbol for Asmodeus. Do you like it?” Joe asked, “I have one for you if you’d like it.”

He got up and walked behind me. I accepted a necklace but he put a collar on me, with not only that symbol but four more.

“They each represent one of the four queens,” Joe said.

I remember reading about them, just when I started to think about femininity. They were known as succubi and the Queens of Prostitution. He sat back down. I felt myself getting horny. He then handed me the cup of beer.

“Are you ready?” Joe asked, “Don’t worry, I will guide you.”

We look at each other.

“So be it,” he added as we drank it down.

Then he grabbed the shots of Jack Daniel’s, wrapping his arms around me like we were a married couple. We drank it and I felt the heat go right through me. Standing up, he pulled me closer.

“Are you ready to do what’s next?” Joe asked.

His body was against mine. I felt his bulge. We were face-to-face. He stood as close as possible he handed me the absinthe. We drank it down and he kissed me. Instead of a quick kiss, we shared a long passionate kiss. He rubbed his body against mine, and again, I felt his bulge rubbing against me.

We backed off. Lust was filling my spirit.

” You kiss great. You have a talented mouth and lips.”

I looked at him as I put my hands on his knees.

“You just don’t know,” I giggled.

‘How much to find out?”

“Are you willing to give me, part of your soul?” I asked, and then realized what I’d said, “Money means nothing.”

“Demon and I, have something special to share.”

Joe got up and walked over to Demon, as Bobbi came to me. Bobbi asked my thoughts and saw the collar.

“So, you’re ready to enter the darkness — and be what you wanted,” Bobbi asked

“All I know is, that I am very horny!” I replied.

“Let’s go to my place and see where we can go from there.”

We arrive at Bobbi’s place. We all sit. Joe put his arm around me and pulled out something. Demon and Bobbi just sat there, as if they both knew what was about to happen. I knew Demon was going to fuck Bobbi. He put on this video. The video is about a demonic orgy. And it made me hot. Then they pulled out a bottle of absinthe and we made a toast, drinking it in shots.

Bobbi pulled out the bong. They lit it up the room filled with smoke.

“If you share this with me,” Joe says, “You’ll get what every woman wants.”

We took a few hits and the room became even cloudier. Then Bobbi and Demon said that they were going to leave the room but I would see them soon. They went into the bedroom. Joe lit a couple of candles and turned out the lights. The room was bathed in flickering light that was almost hypnotizing.

He looked at me.

“Are you enjoying being a woman?” Joe asked, “You know, I think you’re hot.”

He joked around as he switched the channel to tranny porn.

“You know what the best part about trans-women is?” Joe asked, “They know how to suck. And you can fuck them over and over, without unwanted pregnancy. Abd they’re tighter than a sloppy pussy!”

“Oh, wow,” I simply say.

He rubbed my chest and then slid a hand up my top.

“How does it feel?”

I closed my eyes as I felt his tongue and lips on my nipples. I put my hand on his knee but it ended up on his crotch. He then kissed me again, as he moved my hand across his bulge, and then unzipped himself, placing my hand on his semi-hard cock.

Joe had my head in his hands and he backed off.

“It’s time to show your talents,” he said.

He guided me down to his semi-erect cock. I began by licking the head of his cock as it grew. Then I sucked it like a lollipop. I felt him lift my skirt. He poured something wet between my ass cheeks, that was followed by his fingers.

“Aaarghhh,” I moaned as his fingers ran over my hole.

It was getting me very excited. I slid my mouth over his cock, as he’d almost reached full erect. Fuck, he was big. I felt his cock-head hit my throat. I gagged and slid it back out and spit on it. His finger was now deep in my ass-cunt.

He began to finger-fuck me with a second finger as I sucked him.

“That’s it, baby. I need you to open up,” Joe groaned.

I started to suck him harder. He grabbed my head and began to hold it as he fucked my face. Before I knew it, he held my head and exploded in my mouth. I fought to swallow it all. I looked up at him.

“Whew, that was a lot,” I say, “But I did it!”

“The second time takes longer. And is harder,” he replied.

I blew out the candles.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

I grabbed his hand and guided him into my room. He saw the bong there that Bobbi had with just two stems.

“What’s in it?” Joe asked.

“I’m not sure. A mixture of a few things,” I answer.

He seems to know.

“We need to hit it,” he says, “We’re called to. The Queens are calling!”

I pulled off my top and skirt. He undressed. We both stare into the mirror and take a big hit. I felt so strange. I got to the bed and sat down. He leaned over and kissed me, then my breasts, then worked his way down to my groin and sucked my cock.

I held his head as he teased and edged me.

“You must give me a part of yourself. I will repay the favor,” he said as he began to suck my cock harder.

“Aaarghhh …” I moan and quiver as I explode like never before.

I slid up to the sigil and lifted my legs, as the spirits guided me. Joe slid on the bed and up under me and pushed.

“Yes,” I moaned as I put my hands on his chest.

He lifted my legs and pushed me downward.

“Let me in …” he said as his thick cock began to penetrate me.

I felt him as he stretched me a little at a time.

“Easy. This takes a while …”

I moved into a different position as he stretched me, more, and more. Eventually, I found myself riding him, like a cowgirl, and sliding up and down, then gyrating and grinding, and rocking.

“Let me in …” he said again, and I found myself melting down onto his cock, “Yesss,” I moaned as I felt him enter that inner door.

He bounced me up and down as he penetrated me, going in and out of my ass-cunt. Then, he grabbed me and rolled us over. He was now on top of me. I was on my belly. I heard him in my ear as he was breathing heavily.

“A good prostitute takes it all! …” he groaned as he shoved a few times, as deep as possible, then paused.

“AAAhhhhhhh …” Joe moaned as he filled me, in what seemed to take about ten minutes, until he shoved it one last time, and his semen began to squirt from my asshole.

“This is for you, Lord Asmodeus,” I heard him say as he exploded inside me.

He laid on top and gringos as his cock became limp. He then got up.

“Yes. The Queens are pleased!” Joe said, “But there’s one more task to do.”

He grabbed his stuff and left me there.

I was half asleep as the clock struck midnight. I heard a soft voice. Bob was back, as his male self.

“This may hurt,” he said.

I feel something wet hit my back and ass. I heard someone talking in Jamaican, as he sprinkled me with holy water, ash, and candle wax. I felt a warm body against mine, rubbing my back with oil, as I felt this huge cock rubbing between my ass-cheeks.

“Spreads your cheeks,” he said.

His cock slid up and down between my ass-cheeks as if they were a big pair of tits.

“Remember,” Bob said, “You wanted to leave this world and become a part of a new one.”

“This will hurt,” said the Jamaican.

But, I was already open and he poured something directly into my gaping hole. I felt him put the head of his huge cock against my perineum. Then, his heavy body was on top of me and he pushed hard.

“Let him in,” cried Bob.

I let everything go as he began to slowly fill my rectum. He took me, a little at a time, and as he reached that doorway, he still had about half his cock left outside of me.

I felt the head pop in and out as he teased me. Then, he slowly slid in as it seemed like his cock had no end. I felt him against me. He was now deeper than I thought anyone could go. He worked his massive cock in and out but never left my ass-pussy.

Then he leaned up on his hands, as Bob held a pipe up to him. He took a big hit and blew a couple of big clouds, that engulfed me.

“Breath in,” he commanded me.

Then, he began to pound down into me. He shoved deeper. I felt his body quiver as I felt my intestines flooded.

After the Jamaican finished, he got up and Bob walked over to where I lay. He spread my cheeks.

“It’s beautiful …” Bob remarked as he slid four fingers into my hole like a warm cunt.

He got me on my side and slid into the mess. We cuddled and he took me, sliding his cock into my ass-cunt too. He was just big enough to fit.

“How does it feel?” he asked.

“I feel so sexy,” I replied as he took me again.

“Hail lust,” he says and I say it, as well.

THE END