Charles

Title: Charles

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this erotic story is about a virginal young man who gets to experience sex as a woman. This story is not meant to attack or insult anyone, of any orientation. Just a kinky story written in the later hours when I am half asleep from working a customer service job. 

writers intro: I have written some erotic stories on other sites, please message me if you are interested in reading those. I have been considering a few different idea for erotic fiction, my interests in fiction include fantasy, humor, BDSM, femdom and tease play. Thank you for reading and please e-mail me your comments.

            Charles was a nervous and young man. This last sentence has truths and half truths in it. His name is Charles, nervous is not the half of it with his nervous ticks, not to mention his heart rate jumped when he talked with a female. Charles is a man in the strict biological sense of the word, however at age 19 he was a virgin and people who knew him assumed he had too little emotional intelligence to land a date, much less a girlfriend.

            Charles spent his working days, unloading trucks behind the grocery story he worked at. Every morning, just before the crack of dawn, armed with a plastic name tage and a box cutter, he received the boxes of food, moved those boxes to the back of the store and then started to stock the dairy and meat section. That was the good part, the bad part was stocking shelves during the morning and early afternoon. About a month ago, one of the pretty girls he knew from high school was there with 2 of her female friends. The pretty girl he knew saw him, took a picture of Charles with her cell phone, said something in a low voice to her 2 friends and they shared a laugh. Charles prefered unpacking boxes behind the store, more than being in the store. 

            Someone had abruptly quit from the same store Charles worked at, so those who were on the morning shift were expected to pick up extra shifts to make up. This was the first time Charles had to 3 double shifts in a row and it was 6 days of working before he got a full day off. That somehow felt like he was working an unlawful amount of hours, or if it was not against the law to make someone work that hard, it should be. 

            It was Sunday morning, about 9:30 am. Charles woke up and looked at the window that was opposite his bed. Charles had only recently moved out of the guest bedroom of his parents house and rented a room in a house of someone he hardly knew. It gave him some sense of independence, but it means he joined the real world and was expected to pay rent from this day forward. He sat up in the bed and swung his legs over the edge of the bed. His narrow feet made a  soft smack when they hit the floor and he gazed and his pale and hairy legs. Charles had poor vision, had lazy eye and wore birth control glasses. The short of it is, Charles lacked the social status to have friends beyind a few nerds like him, but kept busy enough that the nearest he experienced to bullying was people insulting him behind his back. Getting a job and moving out of his parents house granted him a small sense of pride, but he felt that earning a meager paycheck was not enough, he needed something more.

            Charles reached for and picked up his glasses off of the night stand and took a deep breath. He had some vague idea that he would still like to meet a girl, date her and lose his virginity the traditional way, it seemed right to him. However, people around him age were already talking about their 2^ndor 3^rdbreak up and he was as single as single could be. He once considered a prostitute, but no…. just no too risky. He figured he would go a massage parlor and then casually ask for a happy ending or perhaps be offered one. It would mean blowing a day and a halfs worth of pay, but it would mean having that small experience under his belt and might help him combat his social anxiety. Charles had the day off and should have been happy, but instead he got dressed methodically.

            He has not been out in the real world long enough to have had develop a fashion sense. He still wore comic book and  video game themed shirts from when he was in high school and his hair cut was bowl cut ish. Charleas made himself a cup of coffee and 2 pop tarts. He was still working off the morning grogginess, so he played a few hours worth of video games. He had a mountain sized collection of video games in a small room. He was either a pack rat or he was a man whose hobby had outgrown his living space. He took a shower and was getting ready for his massage around noon.

- - - At the Lotus Massage parlor

Charles pulled into the parking lot of a shopping center that was a 30 minute drive from his house. Charles had never gotten a massage and had not frame of reference of which parlors were good or bad. The shopping center had a used clothing store, a bar that had very small windows facing out and some no name hardware store. The look of the area was kind of dull and for a seconds Charles thought about calling it quits and going home. His video games would still be there.

            The outside of Lotus Massage Parlor had a wooden sign with the company name hanging just below the roof line, a red door with some kind of ornament hanging on it and a window on either side of the door. Both windows had the company name and phone number painted on it. The building itself looked the part of a small massage parlor and would be non threatening to most people. Charled felt like his heart start to race. Why was he so nervous, and would getting  a hand job from some massage parlor employee going to make himself feel better. How did one store front make him feel so, alienated?

            Charles, pushed through the front door, took 2 steps in and let the door shut behind him. The lobby had a few leather chairs on either side of the door, there was a receptionist desk with business cards and mints and the smell if lavender incense in the air. Yep, he was in a den of sin for sure. Poor Charles looked around nervously, did he look out of place, should he have made an appointment first? 

            “Hello, and welcome to Lotus massage” said a young asian woman in an happy tone. Charles was so shocked by the break in silence and the break of his deep concentration he nearly took a step back.

            “ Yeah, I am here to get a massage, how much is it?” asked Charles.

            “Well, a 30 minute massage is $20, and a hour massage is $40” said the young woman. 

            This young asian woman had slightly tan skin, a round face, pearly white teeth, dark brown hair and a red and gold dress that Charles figured was close to a traditional Chinese dress.           

            Charles looked at the menu on the wall, there was prices for what the lady mentioned, plus additional fees if you want a bath and the names of different people who worked there and their qualifications.

            Charled has been eating pop tarts and tap ramen for a week, to make sure he could cover the expense, and he knew a tip was expected. He decided to go big and go for the hour.

            Before Charles could speak, the woman asked him if it was his first time. Charles naturally hesitated and said yes, a slight crack in his voice. The woman was more specific and asked if it was his first time ever getting a massage, Charles felt his skin turn whiter than it was and he said yes again.

            “ May I ask your name?” asked the woman.

            “Charles, Charles Fuller” he replied. When he got nervous, he over explained things.

            “It is nice to meet you Charles Fuller. My name is Kwan. Since it is your first massage, I’d like to make sure it is a special experience for you” said Kwan.

            “ Thank you, I’d like that” said Charles.

            Sensing that Charles was a fish out of water, Kwan led the conversation.

            “ First time patrons, sometimes know they want a massage, but still have butterflies in their stomach, I want you to know, we will take good care of you” said Kwan.

            Charled smiled, felt a bit relaxed and said he would like the hour long massage. Kwan said that was a good choice and would be the one giving him the massage. Kwan meekly asked Charles to follow her down the hallway. Kwan and Charles spotted one of the girls coming out one of the doors, perhaps the employee break room. Kwan said something to the girl in a language that Charled did not recognize. The girl shot Charled a big eyed stare, then went to toward the front desk, it was her turn to be the receptionist. 

            The hallway split off to the left and right, Kwan led Charles to the right, they stopped at one of the door, and Kwan opened the door for him.

            “ Please go in, undress and lay on the table, I will be there in a minute” said Kwan.

            Charled nodded and stepped into the room. Room was a generous word for it. It was a large by closet standards, was lit in one soft red light, had more east Asian décor on the walls, new age music was playing through a speaker on the wall. There was a massage bed in the middle of this so called room, a night stand with a vase and one flower, a chair and just enough room for one person to get around that massage bed. 

            Charled started to undress, first he took off his shirt, then his shoes, socks, jeans, put his wallet, watch, keys and glasses on the night stand. His clothes were in a neat pile on the chair. What Charles lacked in social awareness he made up for in being clean and organized.

            Charles sat down on the massage bed, the leather felt cold on his bare butt, causing him to sit up for a second and then ease his way onto the massage bed. He figured out how to lay on the bed, with his face in the opening near one end. His body was skinny so he fit on the narrow bed very well.

            Kwan stepped into the room shortly after Charles had assumed his position. She shut the door behind her, and offered a hot towel rub down before the massage. It sounded good to Charles, so he agreed.

            Kwan took the how towel from the bowl, placed the bowl down on the night stand, and then got to work rubbing Charles back. He liked the feel of the hot and damp towel, the way it slithered between his thighs, the way it got teasingly close to his balls, the way the towel felt surprisingly smooth as it carressed his butt and then moved onto the middle of the back. It is almost like being licked by an effectionate and very large mammal.

            “ Kwan, where are you from?” asked Charles.

            “ I am from China, I moved to the USA about 3 years ago” said Kwan.

            “ I am from this small town, born and raised” said Charles with a hint of dry humor.

            Kwan was finishing his back with the hot towel. She did this thing, where she takes the towel, slides it around each finger and pulls each finger in a way that makes a small popping sound. Whatever the name of that technique is, it felt good to him.

            “ Would you like me to rub down the front of your body?” asked Kwan

            “Yes” said Charles and then started to roll over on the massage bed.

            “ Charles rolled himself, now, instead of staring at the dark carpet, he was starting at the white tiles in the ceiling. Kwan resumed her task, laid a thin and small towel over his cock and balls ( not the hot towel, but a room temperatur one) and continued her rub down. 

            “ Are you enjoying yourself?” asked Kwan.

            “ yes” said Charles, in a voice betraying that he was already thinking nasty and kinky thoughts.

            “ What is your job Charles?” asked Kwan

            “ I work at a grocery store” said Charles.

            Kwan made a low and approving sound. She put the hot towel away and started with the massage. There was kneading like bread, there was the fast clip had chops to the arm and legs. Kwan was using her small and strong hands to massage and relax Charles.

            “So…. Do you have a boyfriend?” asked Charles.

Charles instantly felt embarrased for asking such a random and personal question and took a deep breath.

            “ as a matter of fact, I do not” said Kwan.

            Kwan had been observing all of Charles body language, a skill she has developed over years in this industry. Sensing his undue embarrasment, she slid a single finger across his round jaw line and smiled at him, turning her head slightly.

            “ It is okay. I do not mind if you ask me something” said Kwan.

            Charles let out a sigh of relief. It also dawned on him that, had this been a video game, he would of gotten an achievement for being naked in front of a woman for the first time and neither of them freaking out. 

            Kwan was now using her fingers to massage his legs, sometime her fingers worked fast and sent a tingle up his body or she worked slowly and releived the muscle tension.

            “ You have a lot of muscle tightness, I am glad you came in” said Kwan.

            “Do your muscles feel tight anywhere?” asked Kwan.

            Just then, Charled got a boner. Yep, he got a woody and it was at full mast. That sheet that was coveringh is junk, was not sporting a minature ghost and it was not halloween. 

            “Um. Yeah. I unload boxes half the day. I feel tightness all over” said Charles.

            “ Would you liked to be rubed down in oil?” asked Kwan.

“ yes” said Charled. There was no half truth in that, he was really getting into it. 

“Close your eyes and relax, you will enjoy the massage more” offered Kwan.

            Charles closed his eyes, he let his mind wander with the new age music. He head the sound of oil and air fighting to get out of the narrow hole in the bottle, followed the the sound of Kwan slapping her hands together. Next, Charles felts some warm oil land on his chest and Kwan was using her nimble fingers to massage the oil all around his chest and stomach.

            Kwan was going to about to use the palms over hand to massage the front and top of his shoulder, her face just above his.

            Charles opened his eyes, Kwan noticed and she made eye contact. And in that moment, they were frozen in that position. Charled felt an electricity toward Kwan and he hoped she liked that.

            Kwan slowly leaned away, her hand playfully brushed his shoulder, chest, tickeled his neck and then her fingers danced across the other shoulder.

            “ Have you ever had a girl friend offer you a massage?” asked Kwan.

            “ No, in fact I have never had a girl friend, so um, no, no girlfriend ever offered me a massage, or a back r—“ said Charles but was hushed by Kwan’s fingers before he could finish his ramble.

            “ You are a nervous guy aren’t you? Just relax, you do not have to answer my questions if you do not want to” said Kwan.

            Kwan then moved her face closer to Charles. Instead of her finger tips dancing or trotting across his shoulders, she let the whole surface of her hand slide, no caress across his chest. Charled could smell her perfume and could feel her eyes locking in on him. Something was burning in her mind.

            Her lips were about 5 or 6 inches from on of his ears. She parted her lips, but instead of speaking she made sure to make a sound close to a kiss. She let the sound linger on his ear and in his mind. She let out a slow and gentle breath. It was just enough to tickle the hairs on and around his ear and give him a hint of erotic interest. 

            “ Is there something off menu that you want Charles Fuller?” asked Kwan.

            “ um…. What do you offer?” asked Charles.

            Kwan smiled, she had a good sense about men like Charles, they were nervous, virginal and hoping to get a happy ending, the well know hand job that men with cash in their wallets purchase when they go to massage parlors. But they were too nervous to ask.

            “Tell me Charles, are you in the market for something more intimate?” asked Kwan. Now showing a smile and a serious look, for a serious question.

            “I am not a cop, I am not here to bust you” said Charles.

            Kwan allowed herself to giggle. Of course he was not a cop, he looked like someone who was just starting to learn to shave with his Dad’s razor.

            “ I know you are not a cop” said Kwan in a motherly tone.

Charles relaxed at the soothing and yet asstertive tone that Kwan was taking.

            “ How did you know I was not a cop?” asked Charles.

            Kwan put her finger to Charles lips and hushed him.

“There is a good girl” said Kwan

“What did you call me?” asked Charles.

Kwan smiled and leaned her head forward, the way a parent would when watching their children do something cute.

Kwan then slid three fingers around his stomach and then gently cupped a bit of flesh around the nipple.

            “ what beatiful white breasts you have, baby girl” said Kwan.

Charles gulped. He was now getting a weird boner.

            “I’ll ask you again, are you in the market for something more intimate?” asked Kwan

            Charles stopped and thought about this. Was this attractive and seemingly available woman propositioning him? What would happen if he said yes, what would he be missing out on if he said no. What would be the charge if he agreed. Charles stiffly turned his head toward hers and bluntly asked how much for a happy ending.

            “ I have something better in mind. How would you like to experience sex, as a woman?” asked Kwan.

            “ as a woman?” asked Charles, obviosuly confused and thinking she meant using a strap on.

            “ Tell me Charles, would it be easier if I took the lead, and you followed. You would play the role of the woman, passive and I play the role of the man, the agressor. You’d like that, wouldn’t you baby girl?” asked Kwan.

            “ What did you call me?” asked Charles.

            Kwan hushed him again and asked him to either say yes or no. 

            Charles was now really confushed, what was he to do. If he said no, he might miss out on some real hot action, but if he says yes and its something illegal, he can be arrested, or even if the police were not involved, would it mean getting his ass kicked by a pimp?

“and if I say yes” said Charles.

“Then you close your eyes, you let me work my magic. This is my proposition, no charge. I do all the work and you get to enjoy. This is my parlor, so I can be here all day if I wanted to” said Kwan.

Charles did as he was told, he closed his eyes, allowed Kwan to do all the work, and for some reason the phrase baby girl kept creeping into this thoughts. 

Charles layed on the massage bed for what felt like hours. Something was differnet. His hips felt wider, his waist narrower, his chest fuller and his lips thicker. Yet, he enjoyed it, he liked how her fingers gently slide across his round butt checks. He liked how his chest seemed heavier when he breathed. He was no longer burdened by the ache of a raging boner. He felt relaxed, he felt relieved. He could somehow feel the massage more, his skind more sensitive.

            “ Wake up baby girl” said Kwan.

            Charles did open his eyes and let out a yawn, more high pitched than normal. Charles anatomy felt different, curvy where there was straight edges, his chest had developed small breasts. A small gap had developed where his cock and balls once hung. Charled had a moment of silent freaking out ( video game achievement lost). His slender fingers and curious hands patted down his body. He felt the soft mounds of his breasts. His fingers scouted his pubic region and found the opening of his new  vagina. He opened his mouth, but could not scream. 

            “How do you feel?” asked Kwan.

Charles was speechless. He looked over saw a topless Kwan. Her red and gold dress was hanging on the chair, she stood there with a well developed and masculine chest, that of a male athlete. Her chest was tan and her nipples dark. Charles assumed correctly that she was naked below the waist. Charles looked down and saw a solid, 7 inch hard on, with an angle just below a flat 90 degree angle. It was bigger and thicker than Charles boner on a good day.

                        “ So, how about it baby girl. Do you want to do this. Do you want me to fuck you or would dorothy rather go back to Kansas?” asked Kwan.

            “ How about you fuck me back to Kansas” said Charles.

            “ sounds like a plan to me” said Kwan.

            Kwan layed her erection across Charles face, sliding it across his lips, he returned the favor by worshipping it, by licking it. The erection grew another half inch. Charles started to use his fingers to finger his new vagina. But. Kwan slapped his hands away.

“ That is my job” said Kwan. She then made her way to his thighs, and licked on and around his vagina and inner thighs. He let out a feminine moan.

Kwan then got up on the table, straddled Charles and started to paly with his tits and kiss him, Kwan would force her tongue down his mouth. She scooted back, lifted one of Charles legs and then slowly let in the tip.

“ You feeling good?” asked Kwan

Charles let out another moan. Kwan got to work, slowly inserting and slowly pulling out. Then she worked up her speed. Charles was a virgin and still tight. Kwan was so horny now and decided to pop the cherry. Kwan had her mojo and tempo going, went full bore and went in balls deep. Kwan fucked Charles, popped the cherry and blood came out. This was scary to Charles, it made it more real. This was not some weird game anymore. What if he catches a diseas or worst?

            Kwan fucked like a champ, shot her load in her and then collapsed onto Charles. Kwan and Charles kissed, her tight muscular chest and top of his white and soft breasts. 

Charles asked, what happens next.

Kwan replied, “ You either stay this way, or your go back to being a man. But you have to decide which is the true, you”.