Bit of a short one this week because I have been busy setting something up
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When your father told you he was sending you away to a convent after finding out how much you had been sleeping around, you were confused. As far as you knew, convents were for nuns, not men, but when you arrived, you realized he hadn't misspoke. You walked through the nunnery, a bit embarrassed to see so many women staring at you. You thought the women were staring at you out of confusion or judgment, but not the sorrow they truly felt, knowing what would happen to you. The headmistress never brought up the fact you were male causing a sink sensation in your stomach as there was no mistake.
It started off slowly, at first you hardly noticed the bulges emerging from your chest underneath the habit which also concealed your smoothing curves. The only time you ever saw your naked body was in the shower, but you were too embarrassed to focus on anything but covering up. You would have thought that being surrounded by naked women would have made you aroused at least but there was no response from your cock, which was seemingly smaller.
It wasn't until your first month ended that you realized the gravity of your situation. You slipped on your tunic, watching as it stretched over undeniably large breasts and past wide, alluring hips. You could feel every jiggle of your feminine curves, not hindered in the slightest by your clothing. But the final straw was when you went to use the bathroom only to find a vagina where your ever-shrinking dick was. On that day, you took gardening duty to be alone in the fields to sob, and you did sob. You cried for your lost manhood and dignity for hours until a soft hand touched your shoulder.
"They got you too," the strange woman told you, her body just as generous as yours but without any signs of being a nun. "Wer- were you a boy too?" You asked between sobs, receiving a nod in reply from the woman, "Then why aren't you in a habit?" "There's no rule saying you have to stay in the convent," she told you, much to your shock, "I told them I quit one day and made my way to the village the abbey is on the outskirts of." You looked at her beautiful blue eyes, seeing a light of hope in them. Deciding then and there, you stormed into the headmistress's office, informing her of your quitting. To your surprise, she didn't put up a fight, even letting you gather your stuff before leaving.
Now, almost a year later, you lay in bed with your fiance, Sarah, thinking about that day in the field. Your nun's habit lay discarded to the side, a kink that Sarah had that you willingly played into. "I love you," she whispered to you as she rolled towards you, kissing you on your plump lips. Her hand stroked your large tits, sending shivers down your spine from the sensation. "Let me show you just how much," she said as you felt her fingers slip between your legs, plunging themselves into your already wet pussy. You squealed in delight as another round of lovemaking ensued.
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