You could have confidence in your dreams. In dreams, you could be someone different, not quite yourself. Although I hadn't become a girl yet, I certainly felt more feminine than before. She was gentle, warm, and as our tongues touched, my hands explored her pleasantly squeezable curves. She had added padding there, and as I squeezed her, she moaned into my mouth, her excitement growing. I reluctantly broke the kiss, longing for hair, and she whispered, breathless but eager. Her lips didn't move, yet her voice filled the air, saying, "Well, I need more than that, young Master... I need more proof."
I guided her out of the small containers and towards a set of large brushes, kissing her passionately with each step while her hands struggled with my clothing. We found refuge under the shade of bushes, and I paused the kiss, leaning back as she skillfully removed her gloves. She whispered quietly, "It's been a long time since I've been with a human, and by the stars, I miss it..." She pushed at my top, and I nodded, saying, "And my, you are both attractive and infuriating, Master..."
I grinned. "Well, I'll try to surpass that jerk and be only the former." I slid off my top and panted. Sure, I didn't have breasts, but you know what I didn't have either? A pair of muscular pecs that made me feel so uncomfortable I wanted to tear my skin off. I was delicate, sleek, a damn twink.
Hairless.
Pale.
Sexy.
Twink.
Close enough, I thought.
"Oh, Master..."
"C-Can you call me Mistress?" I whispered softly, feeling confident. Dreams can give you that. And more.
"Oh, yes," she murmured, without hesitation. Okay, this was the best reality ever. I slipped out of my leggings as she removed her apron. And damn, she had a vagina. Not just any vagina, but the cutest one I had ever seen in real life. Which, granted, was still my first one, but... it was slippery, wet, with that delightful rubbery texture I'd expect from, say, a fleshlight? Except now it went from "kinda sad" to "damn hot" the moment it was nestled between the thighs of an eager, stunning robot girl. Without thinking, I leaned down, cupping one knee and lifting her thick thigh as I buried my face between her legs, eagerly licking her.
And oh yes.
She tasted like strawberries.
My eyes closed as I found her robo-clit and sucked on it, my tongue sliding out to lick her, eliciting a sharp gasp of both pleasure and surprise. "M-Mistress!" she squeaked, her toes curling above my head. I looked up, taking in the curves of her body, her eyes glowing and growing heavy-lidded. Her leg kicked slightly as I licked again, savoring her entire essence. "Oh... Mistress..." she moaned, her fingers gripping my hair. In that moment, it almost felt like she was holding a girl's head as she pressed my head further between her thighs.
I rubbed my own erection against the grass, pleasuring myself. Surprisingly, I didn't start my transition until last year. I had assumed all boys were like this.
My tongue continued to delve into her, while my free hand found her breast, squeezing its softness. I could feel the faint seams on her body, her segmented plates joining together with subtle lines, adding to her doll-like, robotic structure. As I licked and licked, she moaned, "Mistress... mistress, ha... ah... ah, don't stop, I'm here to serve you!"
It was an intensely erotic combination of commands.
I'm a bad person. Telling me not to do something while begging me to do it instantly turns me on.
Her fingers tightened, and she covered her mouth, though it wasn't really necessary. She had a speaker somewhere in there, but she managed to control herself as I rolled her nipple between my fingers, feeling her eager responsiveness while my tongue explored her. And then she came. Hard. Her pussy quivered, releasing her juices into my mouth, the taste of strawberries even stronger. I eagerly drank her down, moaning softly as I pressed harder against the grass. Polly, her voice sounding dazed, whispered, "Mistress... oh, Mistress, I owe you."
Hmm.
She had a point.
Is it good to have a robot girl's mouth on my dick?
Yes.
Yes, it is.
Okay, maybe we were both dazed.
I pulled my wet lips away and grinned. "Do you want to give me a blowjob, Polly?" She nodded eagerly, her cheeks glowing, illuminated by some projected light. I laid back and watched as she positioned herself. Her hands wrapped around my throbbing cock, and even though I was incredibly horny, there was also a part of me that hoped...
I hoped this dream could become even better. I wasn't sure if I wanted her first kiss to transform my cock into a cute little pussy or if I just wanted more than what I had in real life. But then, in an instant, all thoughts fled from my mind as her mouth opened, and her slightly segmented, faintly glowing tongue emerged, wrapping around the tip of my cock like a seductive robotic snake. My eyes crossed, and she skillfully took my entire cock into her mouth in one smooth motion. Her throat bulged slightly, and she moaned with her eyes closed, her voice muffled. With determined fervor, she bobbed her head, and I felt the pressure building, building...
I grunted.
It felt like the mounting pressure inside me reached its peak, and I "came." I use quotes because it wasn't amazing. It didn't provide the pleasure that other guys talk about. It was just a grunt, followed by the fading of pressure. Polly was so skilled that there wasn't much buildup, which can be fun in its own way. I relaxed back, my cock twitching slightly as I watched her pull back. Instead of swallowing, she let the cum dribble around her lips, splashing onto her breasts as she ran her hands over them, squeezing gently. "How's that?" she asked cheerfully. "Did Mistress enjoy her blowjob?"
"I... yeah," I replied, slightly shaken.
If this was a dream, shouldn't I have woken up by now? Or at least experienced a real orgasm?
"...can this dream continue until I transition?" I asked, chuckling nervously.
Polly paused, then turned to retrieve her apron, taking a moment to spit my cum into the bushes. She turned back to me. "Let's get you to Miss Hope."