Nailz, by Emily C. Black
She was still sort of new to this whole girl thing.
It was sort of funny to get something you always wished for.
Such things, she thought, seem to come with unexpected consequence.
A few years back this had all been a dream to Mariah.
Now, she lived every day, every part of her life as who she was.
Or at least she tried.
Sometimes trying was hard.
The idea of having long, sexy nails had always appealed to Mariah but there was always some reason not to try. I write, she would tell herself, I can't type with long nails, it would be too hard. Of course if it was not her written works that she used as an excuse, she would find another. I play guitar, she told herself, I couldn't if I had nails.
True enough, one supposes, but even if it wasn't that it would be one of the many other hobbies she used as excuses to stop from pursuing the nagging desire to see herself with nails.
What would it be?
War Games? Cooking?
Mariah found herself running through all these excuses one day to a friend of hers, Cici. Cici was a fair bit, er, 'gothier' than Mariah and had helped Mariah become a girl. Cici had always had a way about her, and was smirking at Mariah as Mariah finished her resistance, “...And yeah, I mean I cook, so... I don't know it seems like they would be a pain in the ass you know?”
“And yet we have this conversation every time we see each other,” Cici rolled her eyes, “Come on girl, just do it, just get the nails. You know you want them.”
“But, like, what if they get in the way?” Mariah pouted.
“Oh my god, imagine what it'll look like when you wrap your hand around some guy's cock, though. It's so sexy. And trust me I've worn them before, you get used to them.” Cici would flick her cigarette butt into the glowing summer afternoon the two stood in.
“I'm a guitarist,” Mariah hissed.
“I remember when you threw out your guitar and told me 'that was all dumb boy shit'... are you really going to go back to dumb boy shit or are you going to go all the way? I mean come on,” Cici lit another cigarette, snapping her fingers to generate flame, “I'll even give you a set..”
“Show off.” Mariah said.
“Just do it, slut.” was the response from Cici.
“Ugh, fine!” Mariah said, and so she did, that night, once she was home.
From the moment she got the nails on she felt... Different. Sexy.
A little helpless, at first.
Everything was, at first, harder to do. Even simple stuff. Wiping her ass, brushing her teeth for bed felt different. Weirdly sexy. Girly. It was a very interesting feeling. The nails she had chosen were simple. Black, with a gold feather inlay design. But still, they couldn't have felt girlier on her fingertips.
She was doing everything more gently, with more deliberation. She got into bed, slowly and slept that night.
The next day, well, all sorts of things gave her trouble. She dropped her spoon into her cereal by accident, cursing as she fished it out. Doing her makeup was a... task. At least that one came with a free dose of gender validation.
She didn't even bother with practicing guitar that morning, eyeing it a bit as she dressed for the day (made ever more difficult by the long nails). She sat at her computer for the day, and writing was. Awkward. Hard. She kept jamming her nails into the keys by accident instead of using the tips of her fingers and she felt like a dumb cave woman every time she did.
Taking lunch early did not make Mariah feel any less awkward, helpless, or insanely girly.
She could not do a burger, or really any sort of finger food, it turned out after she spent all lunch accidentally poking a burger bun full of “(“ shaped holes. Once again, she got to feel like a massive bimbo due to her new accouterments.
She gave up writing in frustration halfway through her day and ended up inviting over a girl she knew. Haley. Haley was very very girly, and another girl that at one-point Cici had helped.
After the extended hugging, Haley wasted no time, “OH MY GAWD, Omigawd, omigawd! MA-RI-AH, you didn't! I love them! THEY LOOK SO HAWT.” Haley bounced, her blonde curls bouncing with her. Mariah was pretty sure Haley had not always had the accent, but Mariah had never known her without it.
“Uh, thanks, they're a little hard to deal with.” Mariah said, with a sheepish laugh.
“Girl! You! Will! Get! Used to them!” Haley sure had a way about her, and giggling, she would saunter into Mariah's living room.
As usual it did not take long for the two to end up in bed.
It also did not take long for the two of them to end up in their underwear.
As they were making out, Mariah moved to take off Haley's bra. Fumble. Fumble.
Fumble.
Her new nails once again making a basic task a lot harder than it would usually be. Harder to the point of failing. Mariah broke the kiss to give an annoyed huff, and Haley giggled, “Ohhhhhhmiigawd, Mariah, you're such a dork, haven't you ever taken off a girl's bra before?”
Haley would then reach back one handed, and removed Mariah's in a single motion, making a bit of a show of throwing it as Mariah's heavy tits dropped down, rebounding and bouncing pleasantly as they did. A feeling she still could not get enough of. “Shut up, Haley!” Mariah huffed.
Haley stuck out her tongue, and giggled, “You're such a nerd, Ma-ri-ah!” On the “ah”, Haley reached up and tweaked Mariah's nipples, with a gleeful squeal. The girl just had a thing for causing random bits of pain.
“Hey!” Mariah retaliated and tackled the blonde girl, wrestling her to the bed, and forcefully flipping Haley over. She would undo the girl's bra, and then reach down tugging off the girl's panties, and delivering a quick slap to Haley's ass. Ooo. That was fun to watch, now, her nails made her hands visually exciting in a way they hadn't before. So many times she had slapped a girl's ass and felt like such a man. Here she couldn't help it. She felt like a woman. Her hands were undeniably feminine in a way they had never been and as her palm landed on the substantial ass that Cici had helped Haley find.
A rush.
She would grab, giggling, spreading Haley's cheek away from her asshole before Haley could even really react.
The blonde gave a loud moan. She enjoyed all attention to her ass. Mariah knew this and took advantage, running her finger gently over Haley's puckered little hole. Again, this brought so much joy to Mariah. The sight of those long nailed fingers. Her long nailed fingers. Mmm.
“Ohhhhhmigawd.. fuck!” Haley gasped, as Mariah delievered another smack and then said, “Dumb sluts like you should shut up.” With a grin.
Haley gave Mariah a sardonic look, and would spring from her position naked, to wrestle Mariah down. “Dumb slut? Dumb slut? Me? Ohhhhhhh, I don't think I'm the dumb,” she flipped Mariah onto her back, “slut,” she slapped Mariah directly in the face with a look of sadistic glee, “you stupid whore! God.. I'm not going to, like, take 'dumb slut' from the girl who couldn't handle Marcus' cock.”
“Seriously why do you always-- Ah!” Haley slapped both of Mariah's tits, cutting her off.
Haley's sadistic giggling had a heat and weight to it that always could get to Mariah. Being horny wouldn't stop Mariah from struggling though,
“Because I think it's funny you were, like, so resistant to being a whore that like, you make yourself dumb and tight instead of smart and loose like me!”
“Oh fuck off!” Mariah growled, slipping a hand free, and grabbing Haley's ass with force, practically forgetting about her nails for a moment, she would then pull, across Haley's ass, scratching. She had done it before but,
“Fuck.”
Both of them said as the first scratch began.
It escalated on Haley's end into an involuntary gasping moan, like a whispered scream. Mariah felt unlike she ever had before.
Sure.
She had always wanted to be a cat girl, there was that but..
She flipped Haley onto her back, placing a nail on Haley's chest, Haley was gasping like she had just had a small orgasm, or at least a climax of some kind. Perhaps she had. She was staring at the single nail on her chest in a way that made Mariah feel powertful.
Feminine.
Amazing.
Like the times she had told a guy to just lay in bed she she took control of him by the cock.
She pulled down, drawing with her nail down Haley's chest, both girls shivering in pleasure. Haley whispering something about how good it hurt, but Mariah could barely hear the girl over how she felt. For one thing, right now? Haley was meat. Or a toy at best.
She felt so powerful, as her nails once again found Haley's skin, this time her breast. Usually, the two fought back and forth, teased, cat fought, the usual sort of switchy sex...
But tonight, Mariah was in control.
The sensation of pulling across Haley's skin and hearing the girl's whimpers of pleasure and pain drove her further and further, harder and harder, and as the night went on the exploration went on unhindered...
Before that night, Mariah had never really considered herself a 'domme', in that sense.
Two weeks later, Haley was wearing Mariah's collar and was covered in scratch marks.
