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A GIFT FOR JULIET by suki [part 1] Laura stood in front of me trembling with rage. "What the hell is the meaning of this?" she said. I turned around from fixing dinner and with a jolt of terror saw that Laura had found my secret stash. She clutched a crumpled fistful of my panties and stockings in one hand. In the other, she held my favorite pair of high-heeled sandals. She held them up to me accusingly as I stood there absolutely speechless. I should have known as my collection of clothes grew larger so did the chance that this moment would come. "So who is she?" Laura said. "Someone at work? Tell me dammit!" Right then I realized she had completely mistaken the situation. She thought I was having an affair. "Laura," I stammered. "It's not like that." "Oh it isn't, is it?" she snapped, clearly not believing me. "Then why don't you tell me what it is like?" I had no idea how she would react to the truth. What was worst-- finding out your husband was unfaithful to you or that he was a closet sissy? I knew there was no way she would stay with me if she thought I was having an affair. I made a quick decision in favor of the truth. There really was no choice. For the next five minutes or so I did my best to be coherent as I told her about my most secret fantasies. Laura listened quietly, as if evaluating the sincerity of what I was saying, and still holding off final judgment. Then I took her to the computer and brought up the page for one of the tv- fiction sites that I'd bookmarked under favorites. I even showed her into the chat room where I'd spent many a night talking to my "girlfriends" while pretending to be at work on some project or other for my job. Laura watched with obvious interest. To my immediate relief, her anger seemed to have disappeared. Nor did she seem disgusted by what I showed her. It was my fear that she'd divorce me that had ledge to hide from her my passion for dressing up these last three years. Instead, a whole different expression seemed to dawn on Laura's face. "What's your screen name," she asked, looking at the prompt that served as entrance to the chat room. "Juliet," I said, a little shyly. "Juliet?" Laura said, sounding amused. "That's very cute. And everyone on here is a girl like you?" "Why yes," I said. "Once in a while a real woman comes on but mostly its just out of curiosity or because she has a husband or boyfriend whose a girl." "And what do you talk about?" "Clothes, makeup, hair...sometimes we share fantasies." "I see," Laura said. I could tell she was calculating something but I didn't know exactly what it could be. "Laura," I said, figuring I'd give it a shot, "you're not angry are you?" "No," she said. "I'm not mad. You're aren't having an affair. You're not talking to other women. There's no problem as far as I'm concerned." I felt a flood of happiness and gratitude race through me. It was like a huge burden had been lifted from my shoulders. "Oh thank you Laura. Thank you for understanding. You don't know what a relief it is to be able to tell you. I've always wanted to but I was scared you would leave me." Laura laughed. "Over something like this. Never. I think it's rather darling actually." The whole encounter, which had started out as a nightmare, was turning into a dream come true. "In fact," she continued, "I'd like to see what kind of girl you make." She handed me back the lingerie and silver high-heeled sandals. "Go upstairs and make yourself pretty," she said. "I'll finish fixing dinner." For the first time in our married life I didn't have to hurry or hide. I spent time carefully applying my makeup and lipstick using the special lipliner I had bought only a few days earlier but had despaired of ever actually using. I brushed mascara onto my lashes and added just a bit of eye shadow. I stepped into a pair of pastel-colored panties and stood in front of my closet agonizing for some minutes over what to wear for my "debut." I finally chose a simple yellow skirt with a matching halter top. There was no time to do anything with my hair so I just pulled it back in a ponytail using one of Laura's big black scrunchies. Deciding against stockings or pantyhose, I slipped into a pair of Candies sandals and holding the railing for support made my way back downstairs on trembling knees. Laura turned as I made my entrance and let out an appreciative whistle. I turned fire-engine red. Laura laughed. "You know something Bruce...I mean Juliet, you don't look bad at all. That outfit is absolutely precious. Turn around and let's have a look from behind, will you?" I turned round slowly, heart pounding in my chest. "I love that little halter top and those sandals make your feet look so dainty. Why don't you paint your toes?" I explained that I had on occasion but that I was always too afraid she might see them and catch me. "Hmmm," she said. "I guess that explains all those nights you wore your socks to bed." I didn't dare speak for fear of saying something wrong. "Well I guess you won't have to worry about that anymore will you?" I shook my head absolutely thunderstruck at my good luck. "Only problem," Laura said, stepping forward and pressing at the front of my skirt, "is this right here. Kind of pushes the material out and ruins the line, don't you think?" I nodded mutely. Laura flipped up my yellow skirt, reached underneath, and cupped my pantied balls. "Mmmmmm," she said, "I was wondering what had happened to the little guy lately. I guess getting dressed like this is what makes you hard." I tried to say something along the lines of it being Laura who made me hard but I don't think I was completely intelligible at that point. Her hand was softly stroking me and I could feel a growing wet spot in my panties. "Let's put dinner on hold for a while and go upstairs Juliet," Laura whispered. "Perhaps you can make love to me...as a girl. Would you like that?" "Yes," I managed, backing it up with an enthusiastic nod. "I would very much." I was trying to control myself. "So would I," Laura said. "I've never been with another girl before. I've always wondered what lesbian sex would be like." The next hour we spent engaged in the hottest sex since we first made out. I did all the things I had only fantasized of doing when writing to my girlfriends on the chat boards. Before long I found myself between Laura's thighs. I gently licked her warm, swollen pussy. When I sensed she was ready I gently parted the sensitive folds of flesh with my tongue. Laura gasped. I continued to lick and suck. I took her clittie between my lips and massaged it with my tongue. Laura moaned and pulled my face closer towards her. I felt her spreading her legs wider as she opened herself wider to me. My face was wet with her excitement and I could sense that she was not far off. The tension in her body built to an almost unbearable degree and then suddenly she arched her back and lifted her pelvis off the bed. I followed, sealing my mouth to her, as the first shock of orgasm pulsed through her body. "OOOOOOOOOO," Laura cried out. I didn't let up, determined to give Laura my very best. I wanted to prove to her that having a sissy in the house had its advantages. I continued to lick and slurp at her sopping pussy for some time after the initial wave of her orgasm had passed. With each stroke of my tongue Laura's body reacted with a little electrical charge of excitement. She orgasmed again, this time less intensely, and one more time after that before she rolled me over onto my back. "That was wonderful," she smiled, straddling me. "The best orgasm you ever gave me. Thank you Juliet. From now on I think it's only lesbian sex from you. But oh my look here. You are still so excited." She touched the large dark circle of precum on the front of my panties. "Your panties are so wet," Laura said. "I suppose we should do something before you ruin them altogether. Lift up sweetie." I lifted my ass as Laura hooked her fingers in the waistband of my panties. My skirt and sandals were already discarded. I was wearing nothing but the halter and the panties which were now pulled down around my thighs. Laura took my cock in her hand and began to slowly pump it. "Feel good Juliet? " she asked. "Mmmmmm," was the best I could respond. "That's good. I want you to feel good," Laura said. "I want you to be able to trust me with all of your fantasies. No more hiding, okay?" "Yes," I murmured. "Oh god yes, Laura." She picked up the rhythm with her hand. "Promise?" "Promise..." It was more an exhalation than a word. "Okay," Laura said. "Because I want you to know that I am perfectly willing to go along with all this. But you have to understand that it changes everything." "Yes, yes, whatever you say..." "That's correct Juliet," Laura said. "Whatever I say." With that she slid backwards and lowered her head. She took my cock between her lips. She wasted no time on the preliminaries and though I would have liked it to last longer it was impossible to hold out for long. I caught my breath, my legs stiffened, and I gave in to her relentless assault. At what seemed the last possible moment Laura pulled her mouth off my cock, and continuing to pump it with the other, shielded the tip as I shot my load. She continued to fondle me until I was soft as I basked in the afterglow of what had to be the best orgasm of my life. "Feel good Juliet dear?" Laura asked. Her soft voice bringing me back to consciousness. I shook my head. "ummmmm." I opened my eyes and saw my wife smiling down at me gently. "You look so beautiful darling," she said. "We're going to have so much fun now that things are different." I nodded, unspeakably happy and content. I could feel my own come trickling slowly between my thighs and asscheeks. When I had finally done cumming Laura wiped her hand on my belly. "You better get these sheets washed and changed," she said grinning. "Or you're going to sleep in the wet spot tonight. (part 2) Over the next several months things gradually did change in our relationship. Laura enthusiastically encouraged my feminization. She asked me to print out the stories and fantasies that most appealed to me from the tg- fiction sites I visited. She read through the stories with great interest, highlighting passages and making notes in the margins. Meanwhile, she helped me shop, instructed me on how to apply make-up, and showed me how to properly set my hair. She was always surprising me with little gifts: sexy panties, nighties, a pair of dangle earrings for my newly pierced ears. With her help, I was able to modify my everyday wardrobe to affect an androgynous look even at work. Now even when I wasn't fully dressed I still felt feminine. After so many years of hiding that side of myself, I was finally free to explore it fully with the help and support of my beautiful wife. I was in heaven. In return Laura asked for nothing more than that I help out a little more around the house. I was so eager to show her my appreciation for all she had done that I wound up taking on almost all of the household chores. I hardly realized it but the balance of power in our relationship-- which had always been pretty much equal--had ever so slowly shifted entirely to her. Laura handled our finances, our social life, and our love life. She even insisted on driving the car wherever we went. As for our love life, it had all but escaped my attention that I had not made love to Laura as a man for three months. It didn't seem to matter to either of us. She said she loved the feel of my soft mouth between her legs far better than anything I had ever done with "thing between your legs." So it came as quite a shock when one evening as we lay in bed fondling each other Laura said she wanted to start dating a man from her office. She said it so casually I thought I must have heard wrong. But as I lay there listening to her go on as if I were a girlfriend and not her husband I realized that I had heard her correctly. There was a guy named Greg at her office who she had a crush on and the feeling was more than mutual. He had pursued her for quite some time and she had always put him off but now Laura said she thought the time had come that I could accept the way things were. "What's the matter Juliet dear?" she said, trying to pump life back into my suddenly flaccid cock. "Laura," I hardly knew where to begin. "You're talking about having an affair." "Uh-huh," she said, giving up on my cock and toying with my nipples. "But how could you...I mean don't you love me anymore?" The pleading in my voice was truly pitiful but I couldn't help it. "Of course I love you silly," Laura said. "I thought this was okay with you," I went on. "I thought you didn't mind me dressing up." "I don't," she said, trying my cock again. "Then why?" "Because I need a man in my life." "But Laura I'm your husband." Laura stopped what she was doing, propped her head on her hand, and gazed steadily into my eyes. She brushed back the long brown hair that had fallen across my face. "Honey," she said quietly, "look at yourself. Do you think you look like a husband?" I knew I was trumped. There I was lying next to her in a babydoll nightie and pink panties, silver polish on my fingers and toes, lip gloss and mascara on my face. Laura smiled gently. "Juliet I read those stories you printed out for me. Every last one of them. It is so beautiful what you are trying to become. It's what you really want and I want to help you. But you have to think of me too. We'll still be married and you'll continue to be important to me. I don't want to lose any of what we have. But darling you have to give a little. You have to meet me half way." We didn't discuss the matter any more that night and I didn't dare bring it up again. I began to hope that maybe Laura had changed her mind. Then about a week later while we ate lunch in a small bistro after a morning of shopping she told me she was having dinner with Greg the following night. I felt my face tighten and my body grow rigid but I didn't say a word. It was a very long ride home. That night in bed Laura tried to embrace me but I refused to respond. "Okay," she said. "Be like that." She turned over and went to sleep. I lay awake in the dark wondering if maybe I shouldn't have turned away her advances. I was in a precarious position after all. She could easily decide she didn't need me for anything anymore. I was so confused and worried I felt sick. I wanted her reassurance, her touch. I wanted her to tell me she loved me again. "Laura," I whispered contritely into the dark. But she was already asleep. The next morning I got up early and made Laura breakfast. She didn't seem at all angry about the night before. She was her usual bright and cheery self. She munched her breakfast and sipped at her coffee perfectly content. On the other hand I was tense and uneasy. After breakfast, I puttered around the house doing my chores while Laura did some work on the computer. I fixed us both lunch but hardly touched my plate. If Laura noticed, she didn't say anything. She seemed determined to go through the day as if nothing out of the ordinary was about to occur. Around five or so I heard Laura taking a shower and felt a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach. This was it, I thought. My wife was going out with another guy and there was absolutely nothing I could do about it. What was worse, I felt my cock stir restlessly inside my panties. I remembered well the little black dress Laura was wearing. I had bought it for her to wear out to dinner on our first anniversary. I wondered if she had chosen it on purpose. "Don't look so solemn Juliet," she said. "It's not the end of the world you know." She lifted my chin and gave me a soft kiss. The taste of her lipstick remained long after the front door closed behind her. *** What could I do? I poured a glass of cold white wine from the fridge took it into the bathroom, lit some candles and incense, and settled into a warm bubble bath. I tried not to think about Laura and Greg and what they might be doing before the night was over but it was impossible. And the damndest thing was that every time I thought of it I felt a not totally unwelcome stirring between my legs. What was the matter with me anyway? What kind of a man got off on thinking about his wife with another man? I distracted myself by shaving my legs even though they really didn't need it and then sank back in the warm water and sipped my wine until the tub cool and the bubbles had all burst. I dried myself off, slipped on my favorite red silk teddy and high- heeled sandals, and headed for the kitchen for a second glass of wine. Then I went to the computer room. I logged in to my favorite TG-chat site and while applying fresh paint to my toes waited to see who would show up that night for some good-old fashioned shoulder-crying. Fortunately, the weekends were always a pretty hot time and before I knew it I found myself describing my plight to several of my old "girlfriends." I was surprised to find that although they sympathized with me everyone last one of them took Laura's side. I think (candy) put it succinctly when she said quite plainly "what did you expect juliet? of course she was going to go looking for a "real" man sooner or later. besides, didn't you say you showed her the kinds of stories you liked from the archives? i've roleplayed with you enough to know that this is what turns you on. admit it. you're probably getting off on this just as much as laura." I knew she was right but a part of me still found it all so difficult to accept. I had always kept my fantasy life and my everyday life so carefully separated. Now the two were rapidly merging and I was having trouble keeping up with all the changes coming may way. Yes, (candy) was right. This is what I'd always fantasized about. So why was I having so much trouble accepting it? I stayed on the chatline for longer than I expected. I was starting to feel a little better. In fact I stayed on so that I had lost all track of time. Before I knew it, I heard a key turning in the lock and the sound of Laura's voice talking to someone. There was the sound of male laughter and I realized it must be Greg. I felt myself flush with panic. I had to get back to the bedroom--no, not the bedroom--maybe they'd be heading there. [pang]. Maybe the spare room downstairs. But to do that I'd have to pass them on the stairs. My only hope was to close the computer room door and hope that Laura either didn't see me in there or was too absorbed in Greg to pay me much attention. But I couldn't help but feel a burning resentment that she had thought to bring him back here of all places! Couldn't they have gone back to his place? Or at the very least, rented a motel room somewhere? It was bad enough that Laura had decided to screw around with other men. Did she have to do it under our own roof... in our own bed? I managed to get up fast enough to close the door to the computer room and spent a few anxious seconds hoping I wouldn't be noticed. Then I heard a light tap on the door and Laura's voice. "Juliet honey...are you in there? Come on out there's someone I'd like you to meet." I stood there trembling, heart pounding, hoping she would just go away. "Juliet stop being silly and come out of there. You're embarrassing me." I realized there was nothing to do but go through with this no matter how humiliating. I opened the door slowly and saw Laura's face brighten as she took in my outfit. "Oh don't you just look scrumptious," she said. "My favorite red nightie and is that lavender I smell? Did you dress up especially for us?" Before I could answer or even consider the absurd idea--was it really absurd or had I unconsciously hoped something like this would occur--Laura took my arm and half dragged me out to the living room fighting desperately to keep my balance on my high-heeled sandals. The last thing I wanted at this point was to make my entrance falling flat on my face! "Greg I want you to meet someone," Laura said excitedly. "This is Juliet." The man standing at the fireplace with a drink in his hand turned slowly. He was extraordinarily handsome: blonde, square-jawed, smiling blue eyes. He was dressed in an impeccably tailored suit with a fashionably dark blue shirt and black necktie. Even the suit could hardly conceal his powerfully built physique. "So this is the little lady of the house," he said grinning. I stood there completely dumbstruck. There I was in panties, nightie, and heels. My face was lightly made up and I was wearing lipstick. Under the circumstances there was no question of acting the wise guy or pretending to be tough. It would have been just too ludicrous.Besides not only was he at least six inches taller than my five-foot-seven body, he must have been at least fifty pounds of solid muscle heavier. Looking at him, I couldn't help but understand why Laura had wanted him in her bed. Her bed? I was beginning to feel a little sick--or maybe it was excitement. But excitement about what? Laura's voice brought me out of the fog. "Juliet," she said sternly. "Don't be rude. Say hello to Greg." "Hi Greg," I said softly. Laura continued, warming up to what was beginning to seem a scenario she had planned all along. "Since Greg and I are going to be seeing a lot of each other in the future Juliet we thought it best that you came to accept your place in the--um- - situation as quickly and thoroughly as possible." I had no idea what she was driving at. Laura seemed to read my mind--or at least the confusion on my face. "What that means," she continued, "is that I don't want to hear a lot of bellyaching from you Juliet and I especially don't want to have to endure any of your tiring pseudomale posturing. I just won't tolerate any whining, complaining, or bitching from you. As far as I am concerned, you have voluntarily given up your role as a male in this household. Do you understand?" I felt like I had been betrayed. It was one thing to say this in private, but with another man present it was almost unbearable. My face must have been as red as my nightie. I was looking at Laura pleadingly but she was showing no mercy. Even worse, I could feel Greg's amused eyes on me the whole time. I didn't dare turn to look back at him. I'm certain if I had I would have died of shame right then and there. "I said you I make myself understood," Laura repeated, using a tone I'd never heard her use with me before. "Yes," I murmured. "Good," Laura said. "Then let's see how well you understand. Get on your knees Juliet." Again I wasn't sure I heard her correctly--or, to be more accurate, I'd hoped I hadn't. Laura sounded angry. "I'm getting tired of repeating myself Juliet. I said on your knees." I sunk down to my knees, adjusting my feet so the high-heels didn't hurt so much, wondering what was going to happen next. "Give me your tie Greg," Laura said. "Sure thing babe." A moment later I felt Laura cross my wrists and tie them securely in place. "So they don't get away," she assured me. I was suddenly very scared. I was completely helpless and I had no idea of what they had planned for me. Perhaps, I thought, terrified, I was going to be beaten. Sure enough, Greg stepped forward. Oh god, I thought, let this be quick. I prepared for the first blow but instead saw him reaching for the front of his pants. He yanked his zipper down and reached inside until he had freed the most enormous cock I had ever seen. It was still only half aroused and he was still standing about a foot away but it stretched towards me menacingly. It's massive enflamed-looking head was scant inches from my painted lips. I could smell the manliness of him as compared to my dainty lavender bath soap and I suddenly found myself trembling. "It's okay Juliet," Laura said soothingly. "There's nothing to be scared of. I'm going to teach you how to suck cock tonight. Okay?" I simply nodded my head. "Okay. Now the first thing I want you to do is kiss the very end. Let it know you love it and you are going to give it pleasure." Greg took a step forward and I stretched my neck up and oh so tentatively kiss the head of his cock. I flinched as it jumped up. "Wonderful...Juliet..." Laura said. "Look at the darling little lipstick stain you left there. Now ordinarily you would do this part but because you hands are tied I'll do it for you." Laura put her hand around Greg's cock and slowly began to pump it. Soon he was fully and terrifyingly erect. I wondered how I was ever going to fit that monstrous thing in my mouth. It was going to choke me! Meanwhile Laura had let go of his cock long enough to hike up my nightie and reveal my panties. She hooked her thumbs in the waistband and pulled them down my thighs to my knees. To my utter humiliation, my own puny cock was pointing straight up. "Look," Laura said delightedly. "Juliet's turned on!" "You call that a cock?" Greg said. "Oh I don't," Laura said laughing. "Look at the size of it. Juliet I hope you're taking a good look at Greg here. What he has between his legs is what a real cock looks like. That's why I didn't mind turning you into a girl. You might as well be. Meanwhile I can enjoy a man with a real cock. But tonight I don't mind sharing..." They both began laughing. I felt like running away but there was no where to run off to. I loved Laura and wanted to spend my life with her. I doubted if I would ever find anyone who understood me and accepted me as she had. At least I was afraid to find out. I had thought we could just go on the way we had but now I realized the full price I would have to pay for her acceptance. "Scooch forward honey," she said to me. I did my best, the panties around my knees impeding my movement. "Now I want you gently lick the underneath of Greg's cock." I could hardly believe I was going this but there I was dressed in a teddy, hands tied behind my back, panties around my knees, gently flicking my tongue on this man's massive cock. "Good," Laura encouraged. "Good. Now a little faster. See how it keeps growing?You're doing just find Juliet dear." I continued to lick, the cock in front of my face bobbing up and down heavily, a tiny drop of clear fluid leaking from its tip. "Oh look honey," Laura said. "It's like a little silver pearl. That's your gift for being such a pretty girl and trying so hard. Lick it off darling." When I hesitated a moment, Laura said again. "Go ahead." I lifted my head and licked the end of his cock. "Now we're ready," Laura said. She grabbed Greg's cock, now so big she could barely get her hand around its shaft, and held it steady. "Open your mouth Juliet. Here it comes. And remember keep your teeth out of the way?" Greg stepped forward as Juliet led him into my mouth. I had opened my mouth as far as it would go and it still didn't seem enough. I felt like the muscles of my jaw were going to snap. I remembered what Laura had said about keeping my teeth out of the way. The last thing I wanted to do was to make Greg angry. I looked down towards my nose and saw the huge shaft slowly disappearing between my painted lips. Laura guided Greg's cock in about halfway. "That's enough to start," she said and began pumping the base of his cock. I immediately felt him swell inside my mouth. Laura pumped faster and I heard Greg grunt in appreciation. I tried to keep my lips wrapped tightly around the now wet shaft smeared with my lipstick. Suddenly Laura ducked her head and began tonguing Greg's swollen testicles. She looked directly in my eyes as she did it as if challenging me. She must have known that as bad as it was to have to suck her lover's cock it hurt me even more to watch her doing it. She sucked his balls and pumped his cock into my mouth and when she was done with that she circled in back of me. By now Greg had picked up the pace and I could feel the muscular contractions in his penis that signaled ejaculatory inevitability. The end of his cock hit the back of my throat and I nearly gagged. Laura told me to stay with it, too just relax. I tried to follow her coaching, after all, she was only trying to help me. Meanwhile, she had reached around and begun playing with my cock, which she had no problem at all fitting her fist around, in spite of the fact that I was harder than I had ever been. With the other hand she separated the cheeks of my ass and I felt her fingers slide inside me. "Uuuuuuumph," I groaned. She was pumping my cock and finger fucking me at the same time and I felt my own climax building. I knew I had to hold out until Greg came but with the way Laura was doing me it seemed a losing battle. Was she purposely trying to get me to fail? Between my own excitement and the urgency of my own impending orgasm, I slid my mouth as quickly as I could along Greg'sshaft. I stared down at my nose, watching it slide in and out of my mouth with increasingly rapidity. Suddenly I heard his breath catch, felt a powerful throb of muscle move the length of his cock, and then shut my eyes as he grabbed my head and forced it into his crotch. I felt his pubic hairs against my made-up face and I heard him groan. Well, I thought, this is it. The first blast of hot cum was such a shock I nearly opened my mouth. Somehow I'd had the presence of mind to keep my lips sealed. The second blast filled my cheeks and I knew I was going to have to swallow fast. Greg was grunting now, grinding my face in his crotch as he fucked it, pumping shot after shot of hot semen down my throat. I gulped and slurped as best I could but the supply seemed endless. In spite of my efforts I felt a trickle of cum escape the corner of my mouth. Meanwhile I could no longer hold back my own orgasm. Laura sensing my time was at hand redoubled her efforts and in a moment I too was pumping my load, Laura redirecting my cock into my panties so I wouldn't make a mess of the rug. And then suddenly it was over. Greg pulled himself out of my mouth. His cock was still hard and looked nearly as big as before. Laura instructed me to lick it clean which I did gently and without hesitation. She pulled my wet panties up and pushed the hair back from my face. "That was wonderful Juliet," she said. "I know that was difficult but you did a very good job." Greg had backed up now and was putting his cock back in his pants. Laura took her finger and wiped at my chin. "You missed a little," she said smiling. I dutifully licked her finger. "Now I think we have got everything straightened out," she said seemingly satisfied. She turned to me. "Now off to bed with you Juliet. Guest room tonight of course. But first give me a kiss." She pointed to her cheek and I gave her a kiss. "And say goodnight to Greg." "Goodnight Greg," I said. "Goodnight to you Juliet," he said, looking me up and down with those amused eyes of his. "You're a damn good cocksucker." "Thank you," I said, turned, and on shaky knees headed for the guest room. *** I slept late the next morning. I guess because I was up half the night sitting on the edge of the bed wondering what had become of me. I could hear noises coming from the bedroom down the hall and knew what was going on in there. It was almost unbearable. Finally the noises stopped and I just sat up listening to the silence. I knew that Greg and Laura had fallen asleep entwined in each other's arms. The image made me incredibly sad and unbelievably excited. When I did wake up I delayed as long as possible coming out of my room. Finally I realized I had to face whatever awaited me. I put on a pair of mauve panties and a matching camisole top and headed downstairs. If Greg was still there I would have to face him sooner or later. Sure enough, there were two place settings on the kitchen table. Laura turned from the stove holding a frying pan of scrambled eggs. She had a great big smile on her face and the unmistakable glow of a well- done woman. "Good morning sleepy-head," she said. "I'll bet you're hungry. Have a seat?" I looked at the two place settings and then back up at Laura. "Greg?" "Oh," Laura waved, "he got up early. He was going to play basketball or something or other. You know guys. It's just you and me sweetheart. I thought we'd have breakfast and then go out and do some shopping. I want to get you something extra special." "That sounds sooo nice," I said and once again I realized just how much I loved Laura. "Good," she said happily. "Now sit down and let's eat." She scooped some eggs on my plate and I reached out for my glass of orange juice. Beside it sat two pills, one large and one small. "What are these," I said. "Vitamins," Laura said. "Special girl vitamins. I thought after last night you should start taking them. It's your gift Juliet. It's what you've always wanted. Like I said, everything is going to change. But most of all, you." Laura smiled. I picked up the pills and looked down at them in the palm of my hand. They seemed so inconsequential. And yet... I knew all-to-well that there would be no going back once I started taking these pills. And so it was with a full understanding and acceptance of the consequences that I swallowed them that morning--the first of many such mornings--along with my orange juice. (fin)