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Anna 5/6 [tg magic trans]
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Anna
Part 5
Alan looked at himself in the mirror. Even now, a month into having
this new body, he was stunned by the image before him. The last month
was a whirlwind, Alan had done so many things that he never would have
expected to experience in a million years. After the initial shock of
the change he settled into a normal routine, well, as normal as one could
expect considering the circumstances. Janine had been very helpful in
every facet of his new womanhood, from lending him clothes, to giving him
emotional support, even to guiding him through his first period
(definitely an experience Alan would have never expected to go
through). Even though they had been best friends before since the
change their closeness had taken on new proportions. Alan felt like
they were sisters...
Still, there was much confusion. Alan (or Anna rather) had spent a
lot of time with Paul, either going out with him or the two of them with
Janine and Kevin. Anna loved the time she spent with Paul. They seemed
to have so much in common, and were just so comfortable together. And
this is what caused Alan the confusion... He had never had any homosexual
fantasies while a man, so his feelings for Paul were very scary. He
wasn't sure if they were gay, or if because he was in a woman's body it
was only natural. He wasn't even sure what Paul meant to him... he was
sure that they were friends, but he also thought that their feelings went
beyond that. And, yes, there was a physical side to their relationship,
though it had scarcely gone beyond first base... Alan was sure to see to
that. When he kissed Paul he didn't feel like he was kissing a guy, or
at least not how he had thought it would feel if HE were still a guy...
it felt, well, nice. Paul was such a gentleman... the furthest he had
tried to go was touching Anna's breast under her blouse while making out
one night. Alan couldn't rationalize the feelings he was having, and
often he just pushed it all out of his mind.
About two weeks into Alan's strange adventure Janine had mentioned
the possibility of getting a job. At first he thought it was ridiculous,
but Janine did have a point - despite what sex he was, he was sort of
slacking on the rent and groceries. Fair enough, he thought. Janine had
been talking to a woman she knew who ran a clothing boutique in a mall
nearby. The boutique was looking for some short term help until one of
the regular salesgirls got back from pregnancy leave. Alan said, "Fine,
but what do I know about women's clothing?" Janine had given him a crash
course on everything from corsets to garters, a-line skirts to princess
cut dresses, slips to half slips, and everything in between. He laughed and
figured if he had amazed people with how much he knew about baseball as
Anna, wait until they see how much he knows about lingerie as Alan.
So here he was, getting ready for work. He had selected a red
blazer with black detailing, a black pleated skirt, black hose, and plain
black pumps (yes, he had even mastered heels) from Janine's closet. He
wore a matching white lace panty and bra set, a garter belt for the
stockings, a white half slip and camisole underneath. As he straightened
his skirt out under the blazer and slipped into his heels he looked into
the mirror again. He had even become adept at doing his own makeup and
hair. He looked like a model from any of the fashion magazines he had
been reading lately (for work, he told himself, but soon found himself
perusing through the articles). Well, he thought, if I have to be a
woman, even for a short time, this is the way to go. He went
downstairs, liking the feeling of his short pleated skirt as he walked,
and had Janine drive him to work.
* * * *
The job was quite easy, actually. There was a lot of folding and
stocking, but it was a small boutique without too much space. The
clientele was more upscale than the other stores in the mall, and Anna
found them to be generally quite friendly. After her first few shifts,
where she was a bit reserved, she opened up considerably, and now the
customers often came to her for advice on fashion. The job paid a base
wage and commision. Alan would have never guessed he'd be a woman's
clothing salesman (well, saleswoman, he reminded himself), but his paycheck
was becoming increasingly impressive every week. Mrs. Ste. Germain, the
boutique owner, seemed to like Anna and was very friendly. Alan found
himself becoming friends with his co-workers, espescially Neriah, a
beautiful mullato girl from the university. She was very funny, and also
a good source of advice on Anna's relationship with Paul.
Anna was scheduled to work until 9, and it was about 8:30 and rather
quiet, so she and Neriah decided to start closing up. Anna turned around
to Neriah's scream of "Oh my god!" and saw her running up to a woman
carrying a newborn. "Anna, come here, there's someone I want you to
meet..." she called.
"Anna, this is Audrey, she's who you are filling in for... and this
is..."
"Peter," said the woman who was Audrey, gesturing to the infant in
her arms, "I'm sorry, I'd shake your hand, but mine are rather full..."
"Why hello," said Anna, "And aren't you a handsome little guy." The
baby seemed to taken an instant liking to Anna, smiling and laughing.
"Let me hold him," Neriah asked. Audrey handed her the baby. "So,
when are you done preg leave?"
"Well, that's sort of why I'm here..." Audrey replied, "John got a
promotion at work, so we don't really need the money. And I would rather
spend the time with Peter... I just don't want to leave Mrs. Ste. Germain
hanging."
"Well, we do have Anna here," Neriah said with a smile, "And she's
blowing away your old sales records anyway..." She laughed.
"Oh, I thought you were only available until the end of the
month..." Audrey questioned.
"Yeah, unfortunately," Anna replied.
"Well, I'm sure we'll work something out," Neriah cut in, "Here
Anna, hold the baby."
"I don't know..."
"Oh come on, he won't bite..."
"Yeah, I just fed him," Audrey added with a chuckle.
"Well..." Neriah handed Anna the baby. Rather than feeling akward,
it felt rather nice. Alan felt a warm feeling all over as he held the
child. Catching his image in the mirror - woman and child - he felt all
confused and emotional. "He's such a beautiful baby..."
Anna handed the baby back to Audrey, and the three women stood
talking about babies, birth, and life. Anna still felt a strange
emotion over her... it was not unpleasant, but totally alien. Audrey
eventually had to leave, and Anna and Neriah went about closing the
shop. Anna turned as she heard Neriah call her, "Your man's here..."
Anna turned to see Paul. "Hello, Neriah... how are you?" he asked
as he came into the boutique.
"Fine, Mr. Paul," Neriah said with a smile, "Here to pick up your
Nordic love goddess?"
Paul blushed. "Well, Anna, I talked to Janine and she said she was
coming to pick you up so I offered... I hope it's okay."
Anna walked over and kissed him on the cheek, "Of course, thanks.
Do you want to go for a drink after?"
Paul smiled, "I was hoping..."
"Okay," smiled Anna, still feeling that strange emotion, but it had
taken a definite change when she saw Paul, "Neriah and I will just lock
up here..."
Paul went out to sit in the mall, and wait for Anna. Neriah was
looking coyly at Anna. "Ouch, he is one good looking piece of meat..."
she said with a smile.
"Yeah," said Anna, distantly.
"So, sister, how is he?"
"At what?"
"At what? The big what... you know, between the sheets..." she said
with a wink.
Anna blushed, "Oh.. we... ah..."
"You haven't! Girl, you must be some sort of master at self-control!"
"Yeah..." said Anna, as Neriah went about locking the boutique
doors, and she herself stood looking at the man waiting for her in the mall.
* * * *
Paul and Anna went out and had a drink at a nice little bar they had
discovered. They sat and talked to about eleven thirty, when Anna said
she should be going. As they drove home Paul nervously mentioned driving
by the beach and Anna agreed. They pulled into a darkened parking lot by
the shore, and Paul turned off the ignition. Soon they were into their
nightly ritual of kissing.
Anna ran her fingernails lightly over Paul's chest as their tongues
met. Paul slowly undid the buttons of Anna's blazer, and began to
massage her breasts. They both adjusted their positions to face one
another more easily. Anna slipped her blazer off, discarding it in the
back seat, and pulled off her camisole. Paul reached around and undid
her bra, and she discarded it, too. Paul and Anna stared into one
another's eyes... and met again in a kiss. Paul leaned forward and began
to kiss Anna's nipples. Alan tried to figure out the implications of
what was happening, but all thoughts were pushed away by the wave of
pleasure he was riding.
Paul soon had his hand gently on Anna's thigh. He massaged upward,
under her skirt. Anna parted her legs slightly, to give him further
access. Soon she felt him working his hand into her panty... and
touching the lips of her vagina. Anna sat back, eyes closed, as Paul
manipulated her sex. Slowly he placed a finger in her vagina, and
massaged her clit. Anna's breathing had taken on a new, urgent, pace.
Alan was very confused... a man was bringing him to climax, that
shouldn't be right. His thoughts were again pushed away, this time by a
series of small, but pleasurable orgasms. He opened his eyes, looked at
Paul, and they met in a kiss again.
Alan was very confused by now. Nothing seemed right, yet everything
did. They continued kissing, and Alan let go, deciding to see what would
happen. As they kissed, Anna reached down to Paul's leg, feeling the
impressive shape there. She undid his pants, and he slid them down to
make for easier access. Alan looked down, and could not believe that the
small, delicate hand manipulating Paul's penis was his own. He tried to
think that there was some force driving him, but no, this was his
action. The two continued to kiss as Anna gently stroked Paul's manhood,
and once again Alan looked down. He was torn by a torrent of emotion,
but eventually lowered his head to Paul's groin. Anna kissed the head of
the penis, and licked the shaft slightly. Paul shuddered slightly as
Anna took his member into her mouth. Alan's mind was beyond thinking...
he couldn't concentrate on anything. Anna gently moved her mouth over
the shaft, slowly at first, and then building speed. With her one hand
she felt Paul's scrotum. "Honey...", Paul said, but Alan knew it was too
late... he felt Paul's scrotum tighten, and then spasm as he released.
Alan found it odd that the only thing going through his mind was that it
didn't taste anything like he thought it would.
"I'm sorry, I just lost control...", Paul was pleading.
"It's okay," Anna said, her mind completely elsewhere, "I think I
should go..."
"Alright", said Paul. They both got dressed and he started the car.
* * * *
During the drive home they didn't say a word. Paul pulled up in
front of Anna's, and as she went to open the car door he stopped her.
"Wait...", he said, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to do anything to offend
you."
Anna looked at him, close to tears, "I know... I know... trust me,
it's not you... I just need time to think... I just don't know anymore."
"Please, Anna," Paul pleaded. "I don't want to lose you..."
"You're so nice," said Anna as tears began streaming down her
cheeks, "This is so unfair for you... It's not you Paul... I'm just very
confused... I've got to go." She got up and went into the house. She
called for Janine, but remembered that she and Kevin were out tonight.
As she walked past the kitchen she saw the calendar with a date, two
weeks from tonight, circled in red. She knew all to well what day that
was, the day when the statue would be recharged enough to wish herself
back to being a man. When she saw the calendar she began crying again,
very heavily. She ran upstairs to her bedroom, and fell asleep crying,
her mind racing with so many confusing thoughts...
TO BE CONTINUED...
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