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Transgender Skinnydipping Caught Naked in Public C
I had just received my new running clothes and was eager to try them out. The package arrived at work and I slipped it under my desk without anyone asking too many questions. After work I almost sprinted out of the office to my car, package under my hand. It was a sunny afternoon at the end of May and it was a great opportunity to enjoy the fresh air. I made my way across town relatively quickly and parked just outside the university campus. Grabbing my running shoes and makeup bag from the car, I eagerly got out and crossed the road to the campus. I headed down to the building beside the river and entered the gender neutral toilet, where I pulled off my male clothes: shirt, trousers, underwear, socks, shoes, and cast them on the floor. I stood naked for a moment in the mirror, admiring my feminine body. Completely hairless, smooth feminine skin, relatively curvy hips and a nice chubby ass. Hormone therapy had prompted my breasts to grow to a solid B-cup, while they had drained my balls of all juice and testosterone, so they either hung just behind my tiny one and a half inch soft cock, or they receded up inside the inguinal canals. Caressing my body for a few moments with my hands, squeezing my tits and posing naked and barefoot in the cubical, I then quickly applied my makeup before ripping open the package. In it were a pair of tight-fitting running shorts, made from yoga-pants type material, and a large sports bra. I pulled the shorts up my legs slowly, allowing them to catch on my chubby ass cheeks before swallowing them up. They covered my ass until just below my ass cheek. My tiny cock and balls tucked perfectly inside. I glanced in the mirror. My crotch area looked like any other women’s would, even looking like a traditional camel toe. I turned around and admired my ass in the tight purple shorts. I had seen a local Instagram fitness model wearing these shorts in a photo earlier, so I ordered them. Then I pulled on the sports bra, which settled just below my titties. To complete the outfit I put a baseball cap over my blonde hair, which had now grown a few inches and was around the same length as Robin Wright’s in HoC or Kaley Cuoco when she had her pixie hairstyle a few years ago. I took one last glance in the mirror and marvelled at how sexy I looked, as hot as any Insta fitness babe. I opened the door and headed outside. As I wasn’t bothered to go all the way back to the car to leave back my male clothes, I decided to just hide them in a bush beside the faculty building. There was no one around anyway, with classes finished for summer, so I slipped them under the bush and then headed down to the path beside the river. A few people were using the path for an evening jog or walk, and there were people enjoying the picnic benches and warm grass in the sunshine. Even though I was just wearing a sports bra, lycra shorts and running shoes, it was still pretty warm out. I set off on my run, along the river up to the north part of the campus. First I passed the gym, then the engineering building. I noticed a few guys turned their heads to admire my ass in the tight shorts. This made me feel good, and little did they know what was hidden in those shorts. I kept going and soon I was on the path which was surrounded by trees on both sides. Then I went past the student residence and neared the sports pitches. There were a few groups casually kicking ball and throwing a frisbee around. My little titties jiggled with each stride, while my chubby ass cheeks stretched the tight shorts. After around twenty minutes I came to the end of the campus and decided to turn back. I felt the cooling breeze coming from the river and thought about how great it would be to jump in and cool off. I was sweating a fair bit güvenilir bahis siteleri by now. I kept jogging until I reached the entrance to the wooded area which led to the river bank, where I could get in. The odd person passed by on foot or bicycle every five minutes or so. As I reached the entrance to the woods, I took my running shoes off one by one and placed my bare feet on the cool soil of the forest floor. I walked slowly to the river bank, dripping in sweat. The coolness of the water could be felt from the shore in contrast to the seering heat of the air. I went to the river bank and lowered myself down onto the sandy shelf. My bare feet felt great relief in the cool water. I glanced up and down the river, there were surprisingly no rowing boats there. Maybe this evening the rowing teams had a break from training due to the heat. With the coast clear, I pulled off my sports bra and my titties plopped out into the open air. I carressed my sweaty breasts as I threw my sports bra onto the grassy river bank. Then I slowly pulled down my short shorts. My whole life, my tiny cock and balls have always shrivelled up while I exercised, and today was no exception. My tiny cock barely registered an inch in length, and my balls were nowhere to be seen. I tossed my sweaty shorts onto the bank as well before venturing into the water. Soon, I was up to my chest in water. The cool water was a great relief from the seering heat. I relaxed in the water for a few minutes, sitting on a stone protruding from the sloping river bed, which was shallow near the bank but progressively sloped downwards to the centre of the river. I glanced down at my crossed legs in the water, my cock had disappeared between them. My titties floated a little in the water and I squeezed them a few more times, marvelling at how much they had grown since I started hormones. Having regained some energy, I decided to swim down the river a small bit. With a casual breasts stroke, keeping my head out of the water, I made my way down the river around five hundred yards and stopped at the opening in the river bank. This was a popular spot for students to come and drink beer during term, but thankfully there was no one there now. A few empty beer bottles lay in the grass as a remainder of the last student celebration. Making sure there was no one around, I slowly got out of the water and onto the grassy bank. The trees and bushes surrounded me, hiding me from the path behind me, where I heard people jogging and walking by. After enjoying the feeling of lying outside on the grass completely naked on the river bank, I decided I better put my clothes back on and finish my run. There was a gap of around 500 yards from where I was to where I had left my clothes. I followed the narrow path from the drinking area/river bank to the main wooded area. Hiding behind a bush, I checked that the coast was clear. When I registered it was, I quickly proceeded through the wooded area and towards the little stream which split this section from the other. The stream was roughly three yards wide. I lowered myself down and stepped through the ankle-deep water to the other side, where I climbed up and continued on. There was roughly another hundred yards to go. I had already dried off while lying in the grass, so my naked body was beginning to heat up again. Dirt stuck to my freshly wet again bare feet as I stepped through the woods. Finally, I got to the spot where I had left my clothes. But they were not there anymore! I rubbed my eyes to see if I was just imagining things, then I got on my hands and knees and checked under the surrounding bushes. I was sure I had left them here. Not even my running shoes were there. I was naked on all fours in the woods by the river bank, with people going up and down perabet güvenilir mi the path just a few yards away from me. Someone must have stolen my clothes while I was swimming. My only hope was to retrieve my male clothes that I had hidden in the bush, but that was almost 2 kilometres away on the far end of the campus. I decided that I could just walk quickly back up the path without making eye contact with other people and I would be fine. It was getting dark anyway so there wouldn’t be as many people around. I made my way through the wooded area, completely naked and barefoot, then checked the path. There was no one coming, so I quickly exited the woods and set off down the path, walking as fast as my bare feet on the warm gravel path would allow me to. My naked skin embraced the warm rays of the sun as it shone down in the evening sky. With every step my tits jiggled and my chubby ass cheeks bounced. Even though I was scared of someone seeing me, I felt great. I loved being naked in public. I walked with my legs rubbing together, concealing my tiny cock and balls, so that people would at least think I was naked woman. A guy zoomed past me on his bike and gave me a whistle. I kept going and started walking even faster, but that hurt my feet so I slowed down again, as the path was sharp in some places. Then I saw two girls jogging ahead in the distance, approaching me. I dived into the bushes at the side of the path and waited for them to go by. I crouched down at the side of the path and heard them talking as they ran past ‘did you see a naked girl here a moment ago?’ one of them asked the other. I waited until I was sure they were gone, then dragged my naked ass back onto the path, glancing to make sure no one else was coming. The path was actually empty. I quickly went on further and then realised I would be approaching the area where the student residence is behind the fence on the right of the path. Although the students had gone home, some tourists stayed in the apartments during summer, as well as summer students from abroad. I ran past the student residence, holding my crotch area with my hand. I didn’t check to see if anyone had noticed me. Soon I was coming up to the main part of the campus and the engineering building was just ahead. I saw a few people getting into cars in the carpark, probably lecturers and PHD students. I slowly made my way along the grassy area beside the engineering building and then squatted behind a bush to scope out the area and try to find an opening. A few people were coming and going from the nearby buildings, talking loudly about their plans for the evening. They seemed oblivious to the completely naked short-haired blonde woman with a tiny penis squatting behind the bush. Must have been the heat. Then suddenly I heard a voice from behind. ‘Looking for these?’ I turned around in shock and saw two girls standing behind me. One of them was twirling my running shorts around in her hand, the other was carrying my running shoes and sports bra. I recognised them immediately. The girl holding my bra and shoes was Anna, an American PhD student. She was wearing a beautiful floral summer dress which hugged her toned physique, and strappy leather sandals, exposing her pretty feet. I used to always see her in the gym, barefoot performing active yoga dances. The other girl was Laydiane, the Brazilian personal trainer from the gym. She was wearing short denim shorts, a tie-knot crop top which barely contained her beautiful breasts, and trainers. ‘So here you are, naked and alone, like a deer in headlights’ boasted Anna smugly. ‘I remember you in the gym, always admiring me. Now I get to admire you. I spotted you jogging past us while we were eating lunch, then we followed you because we couldn’t tipobet believe you were dressed in girls’ running clothes. Barely dressed at that. Once we saw you stripping off and getting into the water, we knew we could take your clothes and teach you a lesson’ she sniggered. ‘Please, can I have them back?’ I pleaded, crouching down to cover my naked body. Anna chuckled. ‘Not so fast’ she grinned, taking out her phone and snapping a photo of me. ‘Stand up’ she said sternly. ‘No, I’m naked’ I pleaded. ‘Well, duh!’ Anna replied, ‘stand up and pose for a pretty picture. Unless you want me to keep these clothes and let you wander around campus naked all night’. I slowly stood up, covering my breasts and crotch with my hands. Anna snapped a few pictures. ‘Hands by your sides’ she ordered. I shook my head. ‘Guess these are going in the trash can so’ Anna smirked and started walking to the nearby trash can. ‘No, wait!’ I cried. ‘Ok, here’ I said, dropping my hands to my sides, exposing my little titties and cock. ‘My, my’ Laydiane said, a menacing grin on her face. ‘We were admiring your little naked body as you strutted down here past us. ‘What nice little titties you have’ said Anna. She snapped a few more pics before reaching out to squeeze my breasts. ‘Transgender hormone therapy works wonders’ she said, putting her hands on her hips to admire my body. Then she dropped my clothes on the grass behind her and drew Laydiane towards her. The two shared a kiss, as they caressed each others bodies. Then they glanced at me. ‘Do you think this little slut is good enough to join us?’ pondered Anna, as they both still held each other. Laydiane reached out and held my tiny cock in her hand. It barely stretched over half of her finger-length, she could hold it in just her finger tips. ‘This is just the right size for a clitoris anyway’ she said. ‘Hmm, you’re right, but what about these little things’ asked Anna, squeezing my tiny balls. ‘Well, you have a few surgical scalpels in your lab for your experiments, don’t you?’ said Laydiane, stroking Anna’s beautiful long hair then putting her finger to her mouth and biting her nail. ‘Yes, yes I do. And my colleague Rick has some local anaesthesia injections and the proper surgical bandages. In fact, he could probably help me perform the procedure.’ Anna replied. ‘wow, that sounds great, looks like we’re in for a fun evening, turning our little slut here into a worthy little lesbian sex toy.’ giggled Laydiane. ‘Well, she wouldn’t be a real lesbian’ followed Anna. ‘Lets not get ahead of ourselves here, she would need to have a proper pussy for that, but I don’t think I’d be able to pull that off just yet. We’ll just do the orchiectomy here and make sure our slutty little friend is nice and smooth down below, with just her little protruding clitoris to worry about. It’s barely even an inch anyway, no one would notice.’ said Anna. ‘Hmm, could you not just cut it off anyway, leave a small little hole for the strapon?’ asked Laydiane. ‘Nah, that would be too risky, too much blood. Besides, we gotta hit her hard with some anal strapon, teach her a lesson for ogling us in the gym, when we’re wearing our sexy yoga pants’ replied Anna. ‘No, you’re not cutting my balls off’ I cried. ‘Are we not?’ replied Anna. ‘These photos, and these clothes on the ground behind us, tell a different story.’ she replied smugly. I turned to run away but they grabbed my naked body before I could go anywhere. ‘If you don’t want me to share these naked photos of you being a tranny slut all over the internet, you’ll do as I say. Now come with us to my lab, Rick is still there, we’re going to cut your little empty balls off and stitch you up, then we’re going to fuck your chubby little ass with our strapons,’ ordered Anna menacingly. Grabbing my tiny dick, she pulled me along behind her. Laydiane followed up behind me and spanked my chubby ass cheeks. ‘Damn, this little slut is a PAWG’ she said in her beautiful accent, ‘I wanna strapon her ass first’ she chuckled as they led me across campus completely naked and barefoot.
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