My Maid Steph Wanted To Be Steven

I know it's not fair. I've heard this all my life. But it is what it is. I grew up in a very wealthy household. We had a maid, I'll call her Steph. She was from Ohio and had gone to college and got a degree in forest management. That's why she worked as a maid, she made a lot more money than working for the forest service. She was one of those outdoor characters, she had the look, the dirty blonde hair, the somewhat masculine face, the broad shoulders, the thighs, the hands and the feet. If it wasn't because she had tits and there was no bulge in her pants, she would be a guy. Sometimes I called her Steven.

One day she was doing my room and she found the 'rag' is used to clean up with. It was between the mattress and the box springs and she had no business searching for things under the mattress. She put it in my face and asked me what it was. I told her, it's a cum rag and put it back in her nose. She jumped back gagging, I told her that if she had a dick and balls she would know what a cum rag was. Right then, as manly as she was, I decided to fuck her.

Fighting her down wasn't easy. She was strong, stronger than many of my wrestling partners, but I knew the moves and pinned her down and told her I was going for her pussy, fair warning. She cried out, she wasn't for men, she was a lesbian and she didn't want to be fucked. I pinned her head down further into the carpet and asked her if this was going to be her first time. Now she sounded all girl, her voice pitch went way up, 'don't fuck me, don't fuck me', so I let her go.

We were standing, she was breathing hard, she had tear stains down her face. I told her it wasn't over, I wanted her pussy, on the bed, on her back. To get undressed and give me her pussy. I reminded her who paid her, and to get on the bed and give up her pussy. She was a horrible fuck, she lay there like an ironing board, she wouldn't let me kiss her, her tits were more like heavy pecks on a man.

After fucking her I told her she looked like a man with a pussy. What gives? Was she born like that. She told me she was taking hormones, she wanted a dick and hated having a pussy. I said 'why do you hate having a pussy, with a pussy you can get fucked'. After that I fucked her off and on, when I was back from college type of thing. She got more and more masculine as the months went along. She told me that they were going to schedule her for an operation the following year, so I better get all my fucking in because once she was a guy she wasn't going to be available for fucking.

I fucked her till the week before she took leave to get her operation. I told her she didn't need to do it, I wanted her pussy and she knew that. But she went ahead with her operation and came back as Steven with small beard on her chin. She had a small dick, it was fake and she couldn't use it to fuck. I could suck her and give her an orgasm, her clit nerves still worked. After she had her dick I had to fuck her in the ass. I never did call her Steven, to me she was Steph and her little dick was for sucking. I never felt that sucking her or fucking her up the ass made us gay. She didn't either. She had what she wanted but with me she remained Steph and never refused me for loving.