Writer: Sapphire
Subject: TRANSSEXUAL TRANFORMATION BY THE STONE CIRCLE
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Transsexual Transformation by the Stone Circle
It was several years ago, and I was just discovering that I really enjoyed exhibiting my body and doing nude pics in the countryside. Would be dressed en femme, crop top, leggings, wig. full heavy makeup and go out walking.
After a while, you would stop passing people and be alone. At this point, a girl’s mind turns to some dirty fun! Taking some pics. The crop top and leggings could easily and quickly come off to reveal my lingerie, and just as easily go in if there was a danger of being discovered.
It was a risk, but that gave it the buzz I got from exposing my body to the sun and prying camera. A calculated risk, as you still had to be careful and always vigilant for walkers or mountain bikers who could suddenly appear at the most inconvenient moments as you were dropping your panties.
Sometimes, back in the hotel or home, I look hard at the pics to see if any people were passing in the background who might just have seen me naked.
Once I was pissing against a tree when a most upper-class woman in a barbour with two labradors appeared. She just stared at my stream of urine and was not scared or annoyed.
“You just carry on, young man,” she said.
I turned round and started peeing for her to see. It did not take long for me to empty my bladder, and she was clearly excited by seeing me pissing. I gave my cock a shake to get rid of the last drops when it suddenly became hard. The lady looked at it.
“Don’t mind me, carry on,” she said.
I started to stroke myself off with her watching. It took only a few strokes of the shaft for me to spurt my cum onto the ground. When I had finished, she stared at me.
“I think you would enjoy and be a suitable candidate for the stone circle,” I looked confused, “do not try to find it, for it is not on any map, it will find you.”
At this, she shouted for the dogs and simply said, “Good day,” and walked away.
There was a particularly quiet place; it was not popular, some people said it had a bad atmosphere, others said it had Satanic origins. Naturally, I was drawn to it and determined to make a visit to the forest there and take some pics au naturel. It was a forty-minute walk from the station to the bottom of the hill; sparse shrubs and trees were becoming more dense as you ascended the hill.
After a time, the trees were sufficiently dense that you could not see out to the valley below. It was clearly a very mature old forest; the train line was not visible, and the sound of trains had disappeared; it was curiously silent.
Several times, I stopped and thought I had found a good place for some pics, but each time, I found myself walking deeper into the forest. When I walked, I thought I heard someone behind me, twigs breaking, leaves pushed aside, but when I stopped, so did the noises. It was not scary, but felt like coming home somehow.
Finally found a suitable place where I could place the camera and spent several minutes positioning the camera so I knew the best place to stand, so I would be in the frame. There is very little spontaneity about pictures in public when there is just yourself; if you want to get the best pics, you can.
Took one last look around and could still hear the noises; there was definitely someone, or more likely something, in the bushes. By this time, I was getting aroused, and that can be dangerous, as once aroused, I start thinking with my cock and can go further and make decisions I would not have when more cool-minded.
Carefully walked to the camera and started the self timer, walked back to the spot where I had been and started to strip. I only have small natural breasts, though my nipples are very large and so sensitive due to being pumped over time, so with the crop top wear silicones.
Dropped the leggings and removed my training shoes, socks and leggings to show my panties with my rock-hard cock bursting out. Pretty soon, my erect cock was released, and I stood there proudly erect as the shutter tripped. I no longer cared if anybody could see me or not. Felt the sun on my body, and it was great. Carefully, as I was wearing a wig took off my crop top and stood there totally naked.
“See, I have nothing to hide. Is that what you want to see?” I muttered to the bushes.
Felt the soil, leaves and twigs under my feet; if anything, I was even more erect. This was the moment of maximum risk, being naked and fully exposed. It’s incredibly exciting yet can be dangerous.
To this day, I do not know why I suddenly walked away naked from my pile of clothes, wallet and training shoes when I really thought there was someone or something in the bushes, but walk away I did. Going deeper into the forest, branches scratched my body and legs, but I just kept moving.
After a few minutes of this frenzied walking found myself in a small clearing. There was a stone in the center, it had moss and lichens growing on it and was slightly longer than a human body and at about waist height. The top had been worked and was flat; once, there must have been writing or at least carving on, but now it had weathered, and moss hid whatever it said.
I lay on the cold black stone, my arms and legs spread out. The noises in the bushes were even louder, though I could not see anything. My cock was so hard, and my nipples as hard as diamonds. Suddenly, it did not matter that people might have been sacrificed on this altar; all I knew was I had been led to this sacred space, and it was my turn to pay homage.
Straddling the altar started to stroke my cock, very soon feeling my balls tighten and my orgasm approaching. I had reached the point of no return and sprayed my creamy cum on the black stone. The orgasm with the cold stone between my thighs and a light breeze playing on my naked body was fantastic; my whole body shook. My tribute, having been paid, came down from the incredible rush.
It took fifteen rather scary minutes to make my way back to my clothes and rucksack. Cleaned myself up and put my clothes back on with some regret, as being naked in the forest felt very natural.
Later, back in the hotel, soaking in the bath, I looked at my body, and the scratches seemed to be in groups of five lines, not especially deep, but as if made by a human hand. Or a Demonic hand. Also looking at the background of trees, leaves and shrubs, several times there were what appeared to be almost faces and outlines of naked bodies half hidden by leaves.
It was clear they liked what they saw as lying in the water, my nipples felt more sensitive and my cock somehow smaller. Towelling myself down later and staring in the long length mirror, it was clear my breasts were slightly larger, and my cock had shrunk. I also seemed somehow more curvier; there was no other word for it. I was more of a girl.
Later during the night, I put my hands to my nipples and gave them a tweak; it was like an electric shock, and they grew larger than ever before. They were so sensitive. Scared but also curious, I slowly put a hand between my legs and with my fingers found my cock.
It stayed limp and flaccid, so I somehow knew to place my middle finger at the head of my cock and gently rub like I had seen women do in porn movies to their clit. Felt my body flush and then shiver slightly. In my mind, I was back on the stone, but this time arms and legs were bound, my ass was exposed, and large, muscular men with black eyes and skin and massive cocks took turns to fuck my ass.
Their hands were big and seemed to end not in nails but talons. I was incredibly excited, and finally my limp dick orgasmed, ejaculating very little cum, yet the orgasm seemed different and spread out over my whole body. When I finally came down from the orgasm, it was clear I had been given a Demon’s blessing, and my body was being transformed.
THE END?