Immersed in New Pleasures
That's how I spent the past several months completely lost in a new kind of pleasure. It was my own secret delight, one I'd kept hidden even from Jeongsook, my closest friend. But after two months or so, I could no longer avoid her sharp eyes that seemed to read my expression. She had figured out that I was constantly in a state of mild excitement, immersed in some new enjoyment.
After all, having worked together for so long, neither of us could deny that we were practically experts at reading each other's faces. At that point, I no longer felt the need to hide it. In fact, it felt like something I shouldn't hide. I even felt sorry for not having told her sooner—this friend who shared everything with me, even going so far as to visit lesbian bars with me after marriage to find women that suited her taste.
So I told her everything, except that the source of my pleasure was Changhee.
"Oh my god! You really do have a peculiar side to you! How could you come up with such a cute idea? It's amazing! It's almost perverted, hahaha..."
Jeongsook enthusiastically encouraged me after hearing my story, as if I'd fallen into some grand game. There was a hint of envy in her tone, which made me feel proud of my new hobby. When she said that no one else had probably ever experienced that kind of 'fun,' I felt truly triumphant.
Jeongsook bombarded me with questions: how we met, how we ended up considering living together, what our sex life was like, and how far I intended to take it. I made up parts of the story with appropriate lies to avoid mentioning her name, but for the things she wanted to know, I told her as honestly as I could, exactly as I felt them.
When I answered her final question—that I had no intention of ending our cohabitation anytime soon as long as it didn't interfere with my social life, and if she truly enjoyed living as a woman and had no plans to marry anyone else—Jeongsook's mouth fell open in shock and stayed that way.
"Is that really possible? Still, a man is supposed to get married, have children, and live with a sense of responsibility, isn't he?"
"What is this, some story from the Romance of the Three Kingdoms? What century do you think we're in, hehe... If it were a real man, that kind of thinking might be normal, but no matter how you look at her, she's not an ordinary man. That doesn't mean she wants to become a real woman either. To me, living as a woman just seems to suit her perfectly, and she says she doesn't even consider things like surgery."
"It's truly surprising that you're living with a man."
"I'm telling you she's not a man, hehe. Only on the outside. If you cover up the middle part, she could easily pass for a woman without breasts. Hohoho..."
Even as I said it, the words struck me as funny. A woman without breasts... Gum stuck to the asphalt... It really seemed like the perfect description for Changhee. A slender body with a waist of less than 26 inches, white and smooth skin without a single coarse hair, and a delicate face. The only jarring element in that image that crossed my mind was the thing dangling between her legs—that mark of manhood.
For the next thirty minutes, Jeongsook relentlessly pestered me, insisting that she wanted to see her. I told her I'd arrange an opportunity to meet next time, but she threw a fit, saying I might be lying. She showed no sign of giving up, claiming she wouldn't know if it was true or not without seeing for herself.
"If you're going to be like that, maybe I should just barge into your house for the first time in a while. I know exactly where you live, so I guess I'll have to surprise you by showing up unannounced, hehe..."
Knowing full well that once Jeongsook got an idea in her head, she wouldn't let it go, I had no choice but to raise my hands in surrender. While I regretted bringing it up, on the other hand, I kind of wanted to see the look on Jeongsook's face when she saw Changhee and fell over in shock.
After all, the Changjun that Jeongsook knew as her husband's friend would never appear. With Changhee's makeup skills and her noticeably improved feminine voice, I was a hundred percent confident that Jeongsook wouldn't be able to imagine any trace of Changjun.
After carefully calculating every aspect, I smiled with satisfaction and called Changhee. Since tomorrow was a day off anyway, I planned to call her out to take photos and videos outside and enjoy a wonderful weekend night together.
Among the new pleasures Changhee had discovered while living with me were taking photos outdoors and going to department stores or movies in broad daylight. Although we had taken pictures together with other crossdressers at the drag cafe and gone out on quiet nights, it wasn't enough to satisfy us. Thanks to me, she was able to fulfill her desire to take sexier and cooler photos and to wander around crowded places during the day without worry.
In the case of photos, it wasn't just about striking sexy poses against nice backgrounds. She wanted to keep even more explicit pictures as well.
It wasn't that she had confessed such feelings to me from the beginning. It happened by chance. About a week after she moved into my house, I was leaning against the bed reading a book while she was doing her makeup at the vanity. Finding the way her appearance gradually changed with makeup interesting, I took a few shots with my phone. At first she seemed embarrassed and resistant, but then she struck a proper pose as if she'd made up her mind. That's when I realized she wanted to preserve her brightly transformed face in photographs.
So I asked her openly if she had any photos she'd taken before. After hesitating for a moment, she turned on her laptop and showed me the collection of pictures she'd gathered. Most were taken at the crossdressing cafe, with some from the nearby park and her old studio apartment.
"You photograph well. But it's a shame."
"What is?" she asked in a low yet gentle voice.
"Having so many pictures like these... How should I put it... They're a bit ordinary, too similar, and in a way, rather boring... That's the pity I feel."
"Hmm... I often feel that way too, but there's nothing that can be done about it..."
There was clear regret in her tone. Noticing it, I asked what kind of photos she wanted to take. It was impulsive, but I had a feeling it could lead to even more fun things between us.
She couldn't answer right away. Instead, I saw her face flush. A smile crept across my lips without me realizing it.
"Perhaps... nude photos...? Hehe... Tell me honestly. It seems like something I could help with..."
She glanced at me, then turned her eyes back to the computer and gave a barely perceptible nod.
"Oh, I thought so... Hehe... Why didn't you say so sooner? What's there to be embarrassed about? Between us. Right? It's been a while since any sense of shame disappeared between you and me, hasn't it?"
"Even so, going that far..."
"Come on, what are you saying? I like seeing you happy. When I think about how stifling your life must have been, it breaks my heart. I want to do everything I can for you and help with whatever I can, so don't hold back and tell me everything. Since I'm doing it because it's fun for me too, don't feel burdened. Okay?"
I exaggerated a bit to put her mind at ease and immediately started the photo-taking game with her. Feeling like a photographer, I directed her into various poses, and she followed my instructions well. Before long, she was taking initiative and striking all sorts of poses without me telling her. She was fine even in underwear, but when I suggested taking nudes since we were at it, she looked uncomfortable. It seemed awkward to take seductive nude photos as a crossdressed man in a bright weekend morning setting.
But my mind worked quickly enough not to miss out on this kind of play.
"Why hesitate at such an important moment? I already know everything there is to know and have seen everything there is to see... If you're up for it, I wanted to go for drives more often and take these wonderful photos outdoors too, but if you can't even do this much, that won't do."
Those words had an effect. She seemed to think for a moment before asking me again.
"Is that really possible? Outdoors...?"
"Of course. We'll go to a secluded place to take the photos. Wouldn't that be fantastic? Hehe..."
And that's how it happened. In this way, she gained the opportunity to express another desire she had kept hidden inside, thanks to me. She even studied nude photos to create sexier and more alluring poses.
She quickly learned to strike poses worthy of a nude model, and she no longer felt embarrassed posing in front of me with her pure white genitals exposed, eyes half-lidded and licking her lips. It didn't feel like mere research; it seemed like she was putting into practice something that had been engraved in her mind for a long time.
I was delighted. Her appearance, as if she had become a woman completely, was enough to bring me to orgasm. It was truly strange, but she had become my perfect toy.
"It's such a shame. If only she had breasts, she'd be perfect..."
That was sincere. When taking photos in underwear, we could fill a bra with C-cup breast forms to create a full figure, but in full nude, there was no avoiding the flat chest and the fact that she was a man without a single wisp of hair. While it had its own unique charm, we couldn't enjoy the mystery of the female body.
It had its own distinctive appeal, but I think I wanted to see her with breasts even more.
"It can't be helped. Isn't that the sorrow of being a man?"
She too seemed to feel the regret as she sighed while saying so.
"How about trying to get breasts made? Even if we don't do anything about the lower part, it's something worth considering, isn't it?"
Her eyes widened. It wasn't the first time the topic of breast surgery had come up. Even when she said she wasn't considering gender reassignment surgery, I had brought it up. And it had come up several times since then. Knowing that silicone or saline implants could be put in and taken out, I occasionally encouraged her.
"Don't say that. If you keep talking like that, I'll really start wanting it. If I didn't have to worry about making a living, why wouldn't I want to try it? With my body shape already like this..."
It was true. Since living with me, her body had become even more slender. Her waist was now almost 25 inches, meaning it had decreased by about an inch since we started living together. What was surprising was that losing weight didn't make her look bad. I was always amazed whenever I saw her like that. It was truly remarkable how her ribs didn't protrude horribly even after losing weight. I thought it was because her body type was closer to that of a real woman. If it had been a man's physique, losing that much weight would surely have looked pathetic.