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I Got the DD's parts 7- 9
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Subject: TG: "I Got the DD's part 7-9" (Part 9 is new!)
Date: Sun Jun 18 22:48:29 1995
I Got the DD's part 7
Back at home we went into the kitchen. The salt air and our exercises had
made me ravenous. We ate right out of the refrigerator.
I pulled my top off and my unfettered breasts came into view. I swung my
shoulders and my breasts jiggled from side to side. Jane eyed my jiggling
boobs and her Levi's began to tent up in the front.
"My God Jane...You're hard all the time. You really get into being a man
don't you?" I said.
I kicked off my heels, dropped my shorts and panties, took Jane by the
hand and led her into the living room.
I laid down, closed my eyes and opened my legs. When I opened my eyes all
I could see was Jane's face hovering over mine. Her rod was beginning to
explore. I let her bang against me several times before I reached down,
squeezed the almost rigid shaft, and guided it in.
The shaft began to burrow into my hole, swelling as it did. My pelvic
bones were being pushed apart by the warm object.
"Take it easy lover, make it last," I cooed.
Jane was sliding in and out of me in a beautiful rhythm that could have
been set to music. each time the head slid along my canal a thrill of joy
shot through me. I saw us as one body moving in time to unheard music,
while the delights of heaven flowed through me. We were graceful and
langorous. The world had fallen away again, leaving only the two of us. I
rocked up and down, content to canter like this forever. My female body
floated above a a flown strewn path beside a rippling lagoon as we
continued to blend and move apart to blend again.
Jane's hold on my shoulders was becoming firmer. I tightened the muscles
inside my pussy and increased the pace. She slammed into me hard, and the
big shaft gave my canal a sudden outward push. At the instant of
ejaculation I looked at her face. She had been transported into some far
away land of pure bliss. I loved her with an intensity that I had never
achieved as a man. I put my arms around her and squeezed as hard as I could
while my pussy squeezed the last drop of sperm from her balls.
"See kitten," Jane said, "you've finally made the supreme adoration of
yourself. You've made a man very happy. It's the moment that all women live
for. Now you truly know how it feels to be a woman."
In my mind I knew that she was right. I knew now that women live only to
give love and be loved. All else is unimportant to them, and if the
ingredient of love is not a part of their life, they lead a meaningless and
unhappy life.
We dressed and slipped back into the kitchen.
After a little conversation I took a shower and donned a simple pink gown
for bed.
Then next morning when I awoke the house was quiet. Jane must have left.
I wandered into the kitchen found the eggs in the 'fridge and fried one,
then remembered to make some toast. Jane had left some coffee in the pot
and, as I sat down to eat with the morning sunshine splashing over the
walls, I felt anxious. I was beginning to get way to comfortable living
Jane's life. I had to see my doctor, maybe he could help.
I munched the toast and sighed. No matter how great a female climax was,
being a girl just wouldn't work. I stuck out my hand to see if it was
shaking. It stayed out before me steady as you please, with the long red
fingernails at the end of slim fingers. I'd have to figure some way to get
back into my real body. I got up from the table and went into the bedroom.
Girl's underthings were no longer any mystery to me. With all the
practice I'd had the last weeks, and I had sure watched Jane getting
dressed plenty of times before that. I pulled open Jane's dresser drawer
and took out a pair of panties. I pulled off the baby doll nightie and
stepped into a pair of lacy briefs, then pulled out a pair of panty hose.
They slid on over my smooth shaven legs without any trouble. After thinking
for a moment I snapped a bra around my waist, then put my hands through the
loops and slid it up as high as it would go. It was trapped under my over-
sized tits until I pulled them out and pulled the cups up over them. There
had to be an easier way to put on a bra. The rest was easy. Even though the
blouse buttoned in th back I found that I could easily reach around and
touch the center of my back. The black pants were tight, but made of a
stretch material that made me look as if someone had spray-painted me black
from the waist down. I couldn't find any flat heeled shoes, Jane must have
tossed all hers once I became her. I reluctantly pulled on a pair of black
pumps with a 3 1/2 inch heel. I then picked a light blue jacket from the
closet, dabbed experimentally with the lipstick and then wiped it off.
Without it I looked innocent, wide-eyed, and very pretty.
A gentle breeze was blowing as I walked smoothly into my heels toward the
address of Dr. Weinstock. The wind fanning my hair away from my face. I
noticed the men driving by whipping their necks around to get another look
at me. Two stopped and offered me a ride, diner, anything I wanted. I
sighed inwardly, knowing what my looks and body were doing to those men.
Heaven knows that I used to enjoy the thrill of looking at a gorgeous,
sexy, woman.
The offices of Dr. Weinstock were in the old brownstones built in the
mid-fifties. non of that chrome and glass stuff for him. I walked into the
waiting room and noticed that he had changed nurses since my last visit.
This one was a real looker. A buxom brunette, her hair was fluffed out in a
frame that enclosed two wide, and strangely wise eyes. A generous mouth,
liberally coated with a soft pink lipstick accentuated her angular face.
"Good morning." She spoke in a low registered voice. She sounded bored.
"Good morning." I said. "Could I see Dr. Weinstock?"
"You have an appointment?" Again, the deep voice. If I had not been
looking at the gorgeous figure in front of me I would have thought that I
was talking to a man.
I shook my head negatively.
"I don't see how," she said. "Did another Doctor refer you?"
"I'm an old patient of Doctor Weinstock." I explained.
"I don't see how, you're not old, and Doctor Weinstock only has male
patients. You're not a man."
My face got red. "I used to be." I admitted softly.
She looked at me more intently and whistled."No kidding? I'll be
damned..so did I!"
I couldn't speak, suddenly I realized that my mouth was hanging open. I
closed it. it was like a delayed reaction. Suddenly it dawned on me. She
used too be a man. Questions were on my lips, but before I could speak she
continued.
She shook her head. "Tell me who did your surgery. I thought I was a good
looking TS, but you could give me points and still win! You must have been
a VERY femme man to have turned out this good!" she said, eyeing my round
hips, small waist and abundant bosom that was rising and falling with each
nervous breath that I took.
"No, no," I said hastily, "I didn't have an operation, my mind was
transfered with my wife's!"
She stood up and put her hands on her ample hips. "Is that so? Are you a
girl now or a man?"
"I'm a girl alright, that's what I want to see the doctor about."
She nodded and walked out from behind her little desk, and I saw she was
really built. I wondered if she had also had implants or if it was just
hormones. She circled around me, examining me as if I were a side of beef.
Finally she nodded again.
"You sure are a girl. Now tell me again what you want to see the doctor
for."
"Look," I said, "I'm not a nut case any more than you are for wanting to
become a girl. I have suffered a case of hysterical transference and would
like to see Dr. Weinstock. There is no one else here at this moment. Are
you going to tell me that I can't see him, or do I just barge in?" My tone
must have carried some hint of unlady-like masculinity. She stepped back
with a new air of respect. even though her feet were a little large, her
legs still looked long and lovely.
"You can see the Doctor. What is your name?"
"Howard Barker." I said.
She backed away another step and seemed somewhat wary of me.
"Do we have your records Mr. Barker?"
"No," I sighed. My large chest heaved and my eyes began to water. She
must think that I'm a wreck! "I'm not Howard any more. I'm Jane Barker, my
wife." I began to sob and hated myself for it. "Please tell him that I need
to see him!" I choked out between sobs.
"Alright Honey," she said quickly. She put her hand against my arm.
"Don't get all shook. I still don't know what happened to you, but it
obviously is causing you alot of trauma. I'll tell him that you are here."
She bent down and softly spoke into an intercom, then straightened up. "You
may go in now." She said softly in her low voice.
Doc Weinstock looked just about as he had the last time that I had saw
him, at my annual check-up almost a year ago. He watched me as I crossed
the space between the door and his desk and sat down in the hard chair.
"Well, what can I do for you Mrs. Barker?"
"You can tell me how I got to be Mrs. Barker." I replied directly.
His craggy brows went up just a fraction. "I guess you must have been
born that way. It's in your DNA."
"But it's not my DNA. It's my wife's." I leaned forward, my bra holding
my breasts back against gravity. "My name is Howard Barker. I'm an old
patient of yours. You have treated me ever since puberty."
He kept his cool, although a faint smile began to tug at the corners of
his mouth. I felt an urgency to make him understand.
"I can tell you things that only I would know. If I did, would you
believe me?" He lifted his shoulders to shrug an unspoken answer to my
question.
"About three years ago I came in here with a knee injury. You examined me
and found that the synovial fluid was drained out. You operated on me at
King's Hospital, and now, my knee is as good as new. Only now, my wife has
it, and I have her's."
I was watching his face and saw the eyebrows raise in suprise.
"Only we could have known that," I concluded. "Now, do you believe me?"
" I'm afraid not Jane." He said slowly. "You see, your husband told you.
That's how you knew. Tell my why you feel that you are Howard."
"I spread my beautiful hands out. I'm not saying that I'm Howard. I said
that I was Howard. There's a difference. I've read about hysterical
transferrence, and I know that if a person believes that something has
happened, it doesn't mean that it hasn't. Some people have deep feelings of
guilt and wake up to find that they are paralyzed."
"Mrs. Barker," he said, "you've been reading too many books on
psychiatry. I've read a few in my day, and even though I am a medical
doctor, I don't call myself a psychiatrist. Nor am I a mystic. You're
asking me to believe that your male 'soul' has been moved into a female
body, and I can't."
"You're trying to say that I'm crazy." I could feel the tears welling up
again.
"I'm telling you that you are a healthy young woman with some kind of
fixation on her husband." he said in a kind tone. He leaned forward,
scribbled on a pad, tore off the page and handed it to me. "Dr. Masters is
a good man. He'll help you with this little problem."
There was no use arguing with him. I could see that he might listen
politely, but he would never believe me. Dumbly, I took the slip of
outstretched paper. The Doctor stood up and stretched his hand out.
"Good Luck."
I shook his hand and walked out. The nurse had kicked open the bottom
drawer and put her feet up so that her uniform dress allowed a tantalizing
glimpse of her shapely thighs. I stopped at her desk.
"How much do I owe you?"
"That's Ok," she said. "the doctor never charges for casual
consultations."
I must have looked miserable. She got up, and walked me to the door. As
we neared it, she whispered to me.
"Listen Honey, I'm not a doctor, but I've got experience. I've been there
before, you're just to damned pretty to be going through what's bothering
you, which any woman can identify in a minute."
"What's that?"
"S-E-X," she spelled in her deep voice. "You're going through the whim-
whams over having a healthy woman's sexual appetite. All you have to do is
find a man, lean back, and let him do what comes naturally. I know the
symptoms. I know that just after my operation I couldn't wait to wrap my
new pussy around a big dick. I went nuts until I found a stud that could
give me a good reaming!", she winked.
"Thanks, I take that in consideration." I said dryly.
So that was that. I tossed the slip of paper into the gutter and waved
for a cab. Obviously I was going to have to remain a girl. I took a deep
breath and tried to think of all the advantages. I was young. I was
beautiful. And being a good judge of feminine pulchritude, I was very, very
sexy. As the cab dropped me off I noticed that Jane was back. Our Trans Am
was back in the garage.
The last weekend of Jane's vacation was over and it was time to go back
to work. Apprehension and anxiety filled my thoughts. How was i going to
handle the job? How was I going to handle Jane's co-workers?
Monday morning I dressed slowly. Jane had suggested a shirtwaist dress,
to minimize my expanded bosom.
"I am sure that there will be alot of raised eyebrows at the office when
you waltz in there with these pontoons!" She said with a smile as she
painfully tweaked one protruding nipple.
The dress was light blue, belted around my small waist. I wore dark blue
nylons and navy blue high heeled pumps. The skirt was rather short as were
all of Jane's skirts, but it was rather full and I wore a petticoat under
it, so even though it showed alot of leg it would be easy to keep my
panties covered. I tied a dark blue scarf around my neck and Jane insisted
that I wear some rings and jewelry to match the earrings that were thrust
through my pierced ears.
With make-up carefully applied and my hair curled and styled Jane and I
left for the office. Sweat beaded up on my forehead as I slid into the car,
arranged my full skirts around me and planted my high heeled pumps on the
floor as the car lurched off for what I figured to be my execution.
I Got the DD's Part 8
How could I carry this off? Would I be able to persuade everyone that
knew us so well that I was Jane? And how would I answer the remarks about
my suddenly blossoming bosom?
By the time we reached the office I was a nervous wreck.
Inside the main office, Jane showed me where her desk was. I remained for a
moment beside the desk, one hand deliberately smoothing the skirt across my
ass. "It's great to be back!" I said, loud enough for the girls in the
secretarial pool behind the receptionist's desk to hear me.
I knew that all those feminine eyes were critically dissecting my new shape
as I removed my jacket and hung it on a clothes rack.
"Hey!" said one of the girls in greeting.
"Hi!" I said back, not knowing her name. I felt like a pussy-cat in a cage
of man-eating tigers.
"Get out of here with that figure!" groaned one of the girls with open
envy. She was painfully flat in front. "There ought to be a law against
you!"
"There probaly is," I answered.
"She won't be here for long," said another.
"Why not?" I asked innocently, "I've already been here a year."
"Wait 'til the new boss gets ahold of your ass!" said still another steno.
"Somebody said that you'd had plastic surgery. What's the matter? Didn't
your husband have enough to play with? It looks like you kind of got
carried away. My god, you must always have a back-ache!"
I ignored her comment. Neither denying nor admitting what was so obvious.
The first few hours went well. Remembering what Jane had told me, I fielded
a few phone calls and received a couple of visitors, directing them to the
right location. Before I knew it, it was almost lunch time.
All of the excitement since the day had started had made me neglect to go
to the toilet. All of the sudden the pressure of my bladder bursting with
urine got my attention. I couldn't sit still. I squirmed in my seat, I had
to go now!
I slipped my left hand between my thighs, pressing my fingers into my
smooth crotch, trying to ease the sudden, acute anguish. Secretly at first,
and then more openly. Where in the hell was the John? Why hadn't Jane told
me where the ladies room was?
I couldn't remain seated. I got up and moved around, pretending to get
supplies. I walked with one hand tucked between my legs and my thighs
pressed tightly together, when I consulted the dictionary, which I did
frequently, I shoved the thick spline into my cunt.
I was getting to know the masochistic sensations that only women
understand. My pantyhose were continually sticking between the fat, humid
lips of my twat and I kept pecking my fingers through the front of my skirt
to pluck the panties out of my gash. All the other girls were watching my
erotic antics, but I didn't care. I had to piss!
Finally, a short plump steno named Rachel spoke up. "You look like you've
got a bad case of the hots!"
"That," I admitted, "and enough piss to float my back teeth!."
"Why hold it?" That's what the ladies room is for!" she said, gesturing
towards a door in the office. So that's where it was.
High heels clicking on the marble floor, I sighed with relief as I hitched
my skirt high, yanking down the feircely binding control top pantyhose and
squatted on the toilet seat.
Piss jetted out in a prolonged stream.
As my bladder was relieved, I paid more attention to the other girls in the
lavatory. Girls, girls, girls. Their feminine giggles made me envision
maidenly delights. Surrounded by all this pussy, was driving me beserk. A
groan of near masculine torment resounded inside my cubicle.
"Christ," I winced, "how much more of this can i take before I hop one of
these bitches?"
As I squat there, mt right hand went down between my parted thighs. My
clutching fingers grabbed only air. I no longer had my cock and balls! In a
frenzy I fumbled my seeking fingers between the lips of my cunt. Up high, I
found what I sought. A little senstitive nub, sticking out like a pinky.
Touching it lightly sent electric charges right up my backbone to my
inflamed brain. Thank heaven I found something that I could use.
I brushed avid fingers against the erect clit, faster and faster, as all
the feminine chatter swelled and surged around me.
"Awwww!" I cooed. "MMMffff! Awwww! Oooooohhhhh!"
Oozing juice dripped from my twitching crack into the toilet bowl. I sagged
in wholehearted, blessed gratification. I felt drained.
I thought the day would never end, and when it did I found that I was
forced to undergo another ordeal. Jane had been called away from the office
and I would have to take the bus home.
Riding a city bus during rush hour with my lush body was a real experience.
Every man, young and old undressed me with his eyes, and I was pinched
twice as I squeezed out of the crowded vehicle.
I quickly trotted down the street and up the drive into our home. In the
house, Jane was sitting at the kitchen table reading the paper. "I've got
to keep up on the current events if I'm to be the man around the house,"
she said.
"That's a ridiculous stereo-type." I said.
Her cynical smile began to tug at her lips. "Baby, it's been that way since
Adam and Eve. A babe shacks up, or marries a man and she expects him to
bring home the bacon. If he doesn't, a girl gets mighty worried. Women know
what the score is."
She was right, of course. It's the kind of thing that men don't like to
face. We don't want to think that a woman's deepest instinct is to preserve
the home and her children. I was sure that I didn't have any maternal
instincts. Inside this bimbo's body I was all man. I shrugged and went up
to the bedroom as Jane turned back to continue her reading.
I stripped out of my clothes and stood before the mirror, surveying once
again my perfect centerfold frame. There was still an almost inexhaustable
pleasure in watching myself in the mirror. Watch your breasts rising and
falling with each breath, the way your legs swelled up into rounded hips
with the cute little triangle of hair that runs down between your legs.
Even girls who used to be men liked to watch girls. My hands stole down
between my legs and began to caress myself again.
My body felt warm and a good feeling began to course through it. I wasn't
even excited, I was becoming drowsy, unfocused. I floated off in this sea
of warm contentment that was bound up with a non-centralized erotic glow. I
was learning more about being a female.
I decided to get dressed and go out for a walk. I went to the closet and
pulled out a pair of tight jeans. It was a struggle to get them on and
zipped up. These jeans clung to every curve as if they had been painted on,
and the swelling of my prominent ass filled the seat tightly.
Over my fully packed bra I pulled a short blouse of white satin. This
exotic garment had a stand-up collar that encircled my neck, and a two-inch
band that encircled my chest just below my overflowing bra. It buttoned
down the back so that the front of my upper torso was just a facade of
gleaming satin with the twin mountains of my breasts jutting out proudly
from it. Between the bottom of the blouse and the tiny waist of my tight
jeans was a broad expanse os bare flesh, including my belly-button and
smooth taut stomach. The blouse had long full sleeves with wide button
cuffs.
I slipped my feet into high-heeled sandals and secured the straps up around
my ankles. The heels were just over 5 inches high, and very thin. I
teetered across the room to the dresser where I put on my make-up and
combed my blonde hair. I put earrings through my pierced ears. They were
bright red faceted glass prisms bigger than an olive dangling from a chain
over an inch long. I was very aware of the weight of the heavy jewelry
hanging from my lobes. I immediately discovered that each slight movement
of my head caused the glass pendants to fly around wildly, glinting flashes
of red in all directions.
The shiny white satin blouse emphasized the huge bold mounds of my silicone
implanted breasts. My ultra high heels exaggerated the length and curves of
my legs, and the skin tight jeans snuggly encased my hips, clinging to my
flesh with hardly a wrinkle. They surged over the curve of my swollen
buttocks. They were so tight that the fabric was drawn deeply in between my
bottom cheeks emphasizing their prominence and adding to their seperation.
My hips seemed ultra-feminine, broad and rounded. In the front the sleek
denime material curved down from well below mt naval, accentuating the
curve of my lower belly. But where the cling pants passed between my thighs
was the most sensuous sight of all.
The tight pants showed a shallow valley where the front center seam passed
down out of sight between my thighs to join the deeper seam which was
massaging my plump ass cheeks. With each step I took, the seam massaged the
sensitive lips of my cunt.
I decided to take a walk. It was short. Being new at female sex and
masturbation... I never counted on bringing myself off in such a fashion,
but I had not gone more that two blocks before the warm feeling descended
on me again, and I almost swooned with the emotion that engulfed me. i felt
my panties dampen and my gash oozed the cream of delight. After I settled
down, the walk seemed anti-climatic and I hurried home.
"I sure hope Jane isn't all fired up tp punch me, I'm drained..." I thought
to myself.
I got the DD's part Nine
A week went by and I sort of settled in at the office. I wasn't sure, but I
thought the rest of the girls were accepting me. I began to notice less
sarcasm in their voices.
One of the girls at the office asked me if I would like to go with her to
the Fitness Spa after work. I was apprehensive about being so exposed as a
woman. I had no idea how to act like a girl in an athletic situation.
But, I was curious to see how I would compare with other women in physical
ability now that I was female. I agreed to go.
To my amazement, I was in better shape physically than almost all of the
women at the spa. It felt good to work out. I began to sweat. A trickle of
sweat ran down my back, detween my buttocks, and between my legs, soaking
the spandex leotard that I had on.
As I exercised on one of the nautilus machines, again and again the machine
slid against my thigh, up into my crotch and then flat against my ass. Each
time the motion pulled the lips of my slit, as if someone was manipulating
my body. I began to feel the throbbing of desire to press my hands between
my legs and move my body more intensly to satisfy my desires.
"I'm going to be musclebound if I don't quit," Joan said. "What say we take
a shower?" I nodded agreement and we walked back toward the dressing room.
Joan was in the shower already when I finished undressing and joined her.
She was standing under it, letting the steaming water run over her hair,
down her neck, and drip off her breasts in a steady stream.
The water felt hot at first, but after the first few seconds it felt good.
It began to sink in, under my skin, taking with it the ache that had began
in my calves, waist and shoulders. We turned off our showers at the same
time and picked up towels and began to dry our bodies.
"Turn around," joan said,"I'll wipe your back."
The rough towel against my warm back felt good. She was standing so close
to me I could feel the heat from her body. That felt good too.
"Your turn. Turn around, I'll wipe you off." I said.
She turned around and I stood as close to her as she had to me. She was
just a little taller than me, with a tinge of red in her brunette hair. I
began to wipe. Without thinking I moved the towel around to her front and
began to wipe her breasts. She purred and wiggled her behind. I let the
towel drop from my hands, cupped her breasts and began to squeeze her
nipples. her hand moved around behind her and slid between my legs. She
took a deep breath and I felt her breasts swell in my hands. I spread my
legs to brace myself and to give her better access to my moist pussy. Her
finger slid along and the darted in.
My breath caught in my throat as I found myself squeezing and releasing my
hands and the muscles in my pelvis. She was breathing in great raw gasps.
"Put - your - finger - in." She managed to say between gasps.
I slid one of my hands down, feeling it move against her firm abdomen and
gently rounded belly, down to the soft hair and between her legs. My finger
moved inside her damp opening and began to play with her intimate cavern.
My own body began to float again, as it had before. I moved closer, jamming
my pussy into her hand.
Her breathing became shorter and shorter. I could feel her clit begin to
emerge from under its hood and I rubbed the tip of it harder. Her whole
body was shaking. Suddenly her other arm reached around, pressing my legs
against hers.
"I'm coming," she gritted. "Hold me tight."
I held on while a violent paroxysm swept over her. After a minute she
stopped trembling and removed her finger from inside me. She turned around
and I saw that she was glowing.
"Wow! That was nice of you. How come?"
"I don't know, I just got an urge." I replied.
She grinned and spread her legs so her slit stood out in crimson
prominence.
"How come you've never told me that you like women?"
"I never did," I told her.
Joan had begun to pull on a pair of black panties that weren't much more
than a fig-leaf. I watched as she took her bra off the hook in the locker,
slipped her arms into it, then bent down so her breasts hung down, then
pulled the bra up aginst them. So, that's how it should be done! I knew
there had to be an easier way than stuffing them in as if stuffing a pillow
into a pillowcase.
She pulled her dress down and zipped it up. "God, it's been months since
I've had a good fuck"
I could feel that my face was becoming warm.
Joan sliped on her high heels, grabbed her purse. "Thanks again,' she said
casually. She waved her hand and left.
The days passed quickly, and I became more certain of my new self. I hadn't
had any more sex encounters with Joan although we became close friends and
had lunch together almost every day. She hadn't caused the fire in my
crotch to come back, mainly because I hadn't allowed a situation to develop
the would cause it to. I didn't want to become a full-fledged dyke. I
enjoyed making love to Jane, but something seemed to be missing in our
relationship now.
Maybe I resented what she had done to us, although I was learning to accept
what had happened, and I was going to do my best to cope with and even
enjoy being a girl. Still, I thought very little about Jane. I can't even
imagine how a sext woman would feel being in a strong male body.
One evening I went into the bedroom and picked out the most feminine,
frilly dress in the closet and out it on. It hugged my voluptous curves. My
full breasts punched at the front of the sheer creation. I was learning how
nice it was to delight in soft things, like the sexy dress with the low cut
neckline and short skirt that now weakly attempted to cover my frame. i ran
my hands over my rounded hips and twirled to see how beautiful I was in the
mirror. The white high heeled shoes with theit dainty straps went nicely
with my white lace collar. I tucked a small white purse under my arm.
"Going to see Joan?" Jane asked. We had discussed the girl from the office.
Jane knew she was a lesbian but didn't seem to have any problems with my
relationship with her. She seemed to understand that I would still have
desires for women.
"Just out," I said noncommitally. "I have to get some fresh air and think."
Outside I hailed a passing cab and gave him the address of Joan's
apartment. I rang the bell, waited, and began to feel nervous. For a brief
second I thought of running away, but I steadied myself and rang the bell
again.
"O.k., o.k., I'm coming!" Said a deep male voice. Before I could even turn
to leave, the door opened. I was looking at a young salesman from the
office who had tried to pick me up repeatedly.
"Whadda you want?"
"I think we know each other...or should. Can I come in?" I said in a
halting voice.
He looked at me suspiciously and tried to undress me with his eyes. His
gaze swept over my full, pouting breasts that strained at the front of my
dress, down over my tiny waist to where the skirt ended above shapely nylon
covered legs and stopped at my small feet perched on their 4 inch heels."
I put my hand on his bare arm and he looked down at it as if it was an
insect. "I'm sorry for the way that I've been treating you at the office...
It's just that I am a little mixed up about who I am and who I want to be."
I said softly.
He sank into a chair and put his hands up in front of his face. "You
bitch," he mumbled.
I sank to my knees and put my hands on his thigh. "Please don't," I begged.
"If you do I might cry." I probaly wouldn't, but it sounded good in Jane's
tiny female voice.
"You? That's a laugh. What have you got to cry about! You ruined my
marriage, everything, and then you got your tits pumped and wouldn't even
talk to me!"
So, Jane was fooling around on me! Why is it the husband is always the last
to know. I began to laugh.
He jumped up and raised his arm as if he were going to hit me. I shrank
back. Then, suddenly, I was as angry as he seemed to be.
"All right, hit me, you ape!" I yelled. "Go on, acy like a dumb bully! Hit
first and then use your head! You made your own choice. It's not like I
seduced you....or did I?"
His face puffed up in a red rage and he swung. It was a quick blow, but I
saw it coming and stepped out of the way. My agility on the high heeled
shoes amazed me. The force of his missed blow carried him forward and he
fell onto the couch.
"It's no use," he mumbled. "My life is over."
"Don't be a damn fool," I snapped. I was suprised at how sharp my voice was
and how brave I felt. He had almost a foot and 100 lbs on me. "It wasn't my
fault. I wasn't myself when we were together before."
"It wasn't huh?" he grunted. "Then why did you do it. With your gorgeous
face and incredible body I didn't have a chance, and you knew it!"
"I just wanted to know if I could I guess. It just happened, that's all."
"Because you wanted it to happen." He said bitterly.
"And haven't you ever wanted something desperately?"
"Not so bad that I would ruin another person's life!"
He got up from the couch and began to pace. "Why can't it go back to like
before?"
"Because it can't. It's something that just can't be. Listen, I went to a
doctor about my problems. He said that I went a little insane for a while,
it was my way of dealing with a bad situation. But I'm better now. He said
I shouldn't try to solve my problems with sex."
The words must have hit a responsive chord. he stopped pacing.
"Let's have a drink," I suggested.
I sat down primly, with my knees together, my dress up to the top of my
thighs. I was learning to sit like a lady, but I knew that with the short
skirt I was advertising. I knew he could see my pantied crotch. I took a
gulp of my drink.
I took another sip of the liquor. "I just really want your body. It was so
hot before, but now...It is phenomenal. I mean you are amazing." he said.
"I know, but lets go get something to eat, and talk." I said.
"O.k., I'll have to change. Just wait her a sec."
As he was changing I was thinking. He wants this body, I would love to have
his. He was young, handsome, and had a good job. If I could find out how
Jane did this he'd get his wish! He'd have this damn body! I'd be a man
again!
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