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THE MISTAKE
by J R D
Tim, in his femme alter ego of Tamara, knocked on the stage door of an old
theater. He wasn't sure what was going to happen inside, but his best
friend, Lydia, had told him to come here tonight, in drag, and he wouldn't
be disappointed. She wouldn't explain more, but Tim trusted her, so he had
gotten dressed in his sexiest lingerie, his best red dress, shoulder-length
blonde wig, 3" heels, and stockings, and come over.
A small square opened on the center of the door and he heard a woman ask,
"May I help you?"
"Yes, I'm Tamara. Lydia sent me."
The woman's voice almost immediately took on a hard edge. "Ah, yes. Come
in," and with a very snide tone, she added, "little girl."
As the door opened, Tim sighed. Lydia had probably told her about his
cross-dressing, thinking she was someone to be trusted. But Tim had had to
deal with a lot of prejudice about his cross-dressing, both from men and
women, and had learned to tolerate the crap. He could tell already that he
was going to get more than his fair share from this woman before the night
was over.
Part of him felt that he should turn around and walk away, but he had told
Lydia he would come, so he walked through the door and followed the woman
down a short hall to a small dressing room. He saw racks of clothes, all of
it sexy lingerie, off to one side. The woman stepped over to a desk, and
without turning around, said, "Okay, sissy boy, strip."
Tim was stunned. "Excuse me?"
"You heard me. Strip down to your lingerie. If it's any good, we'll send
you out in it. Otherwise we'll dress you in something more appropriate."
"For...?"
"For your auction. We're going to auction you off to the highest male
bidder, where he'll take you home for an evening of sexual slavery."
Tim was shocked. "Does Lydia know about this?"
The woman laughed. "Of course she does. She's the one who found us."
Tim frowned. Lydia was wrong. He wasn't just disappointed. He was
maddeningly disappointed. "I think I better go."
Tim turned around and saw two giant men waiting by the door to the room.
He heard the woman snap her fingers, and the two men stepped forward. She
said, "We can do this easy or we can do this hard, sissy boy, but we are
going to do this."
Tim turned back, and with a grim look in his eye, said, "Let me guess.
Either I strip to my lingerie or Heckle and Jekyll rip my clothes off?"
"That's a bright sissy. Now strip!" Tim just stood there and stared at
her. Finally she nodded her head to the men and said, "Boys."
They stepped forward and grabbed Tim, but as soon as they put their hands
on his arms, he stepped back and jammed his elbows into their abdomens.
The woman had expected them to take it with a grunt as they had every other
time someone had hit them in their guts, but was surprised when they
dropped to the ground, gasping.
"Quick shots to the solar plexus. Doesn't matter how big you are, it'll
drop you like a stone." Then Tim grinned. "Didn't Lydia tell you I was a
fourth degree black belt? I've also taken the time to practice in high
heels to make sure I didn't destroy my ankles in case I was ever in heels
while doing it."
The woman reached back and grabbed a whip off the table and snapped it at
Tim. But he neatly sidestepped, stepped in, grabbed her wrist and the
whip, then, before she knew what was going on, wrapped the whip around her
throat. He held the whip tightly enough that she had trouble breathing but
not tight enough to cut off all her air.
She felt his hands on the buttons of her blouse and tried to deflect them,
but then he delivered a quick rap to her abdomen, painful, but not
debilitating. He said, "Oh, stop it, you know you want this."
Gasping, she asked, "Why would I want this?"
"You assumed I did. "But... you're a..."
"Sissy? And why am I a sissy?"
"Well... look at you."
"Oh, so because I dress up as a woman, that makes me a sissy?"
"Well... yes."
"And the more woman I choose to be, the more sissy I am?"
"Yes."
"Well, there you go. If it's true that the more woman I am, the more sissy
I am, then if I were all woman I'd be all sissy. And you're all woman, so
that makes you all sissy." She tried to protest, but he pulled the whip
tight. "Shut up. I don't want to hear it. The belief that a man who
chooses to dress like a woman is inferior comes from the stupid belief that
woman are intrinsically inferior to men, so if a man chooses to emulate a
woman, he must be intrinsically inferior. And I'm sick of people like you."
Tim grabbed her blouse and ripped it off of her. He unsnapped her pants
and dragged her to the door leading to the stage; her pants dropping around
her ankles as she went. As he opened the door, he said, "Think of this as
a lesson in respecting your male sisters," and threw her through the door,
quickly closing it and locking it behind her.
As he walked to the door, he felt one of the thugs grab his ankle and
quickly side kicked his face, leaving him grasping his now bloody nose.
Tim stormed out to his car, wondering what the hell Lydia was thinking.
The next day, Tim had just gotten back to his apartment from work when he
heard a knock on the door. He went over, opened it part way, but when he
saw it was Lydia, tried to quickly shut it. Lydia jammed her arm against
the door and said, "Tim, please!"
He didn't force the door closed, but glowered at her. "You've got a lot of
nerve showing up here after what you put me through last night. I trusted
you with knowledge of my cross-dressing, and you sold me out to... whoever
those people were."
"Please, Tim, I thought you'd like it."
"Like it!?" Tim almost screamed before he dropped his voice to a more
normal tone. "That woman threatened to parade me around in my underwear
before a bunch of slobbering, fetishist sadists, then sell me off like
cattle. What the hell makes you think I'd tolerate that, much less WANTED
it?"
"Because of your... hobby."
"My transvestitism, you mean?" Lydia nodded. Tim shook his head and said,
"Just go away. I don't want to see you anymore." She wouldn't let the
door shut. "Please, Tim, can't we talk about this?"
"Tell you what. You find a textbook, a dictionary, a medical text,
anything, that defines a transvestite as a sissified, masochistic
homosexual and I'll consider talking. Until then," he reached through the
door and pushed Lydia away, "GO AWAY!" and then slammed the door shut.
A couple hours later, when he was in full drag (he usually spent a couple
hours out of each day en femme) and heard a knock on the door. This time
he checked the peephole first. Seeing that it was a delivery man with a
bunch of flowers. Wondering if this guy might be a fake (Tim had heard
stories about people like last night), he put the chain on and opened the
door. "Yes?"
"I've got a delivery for a Miss Tamara Lewis."
"Wait a minute." Tim went and got a ten out of his wallet for a tip, then
came back and opened the door. He handed the man the money and took the
flowers, two dozen red roses.
The delivery man gave him a quick, "Thank you, ma'am," and left.
Tim took the flowers inside and checked the card first before even smelling
them. It read,
"Tamara,
I didn't find what you asked for,
but I do beg for forgiveness and
ask for a chance to talk.
Lydia"
Tim got a weak smile and took a deep whiff of the roses. At least Lydia
knew what he liked in flowers.
Tim then heard some light taps on his balcony window. Looking over, he saw
a small bunch of pebbles fly up and bounce off the glass door. He opened
the door and stepped out, not surprised at seeing Lydia on the ground,
ready with another handful of pebbles.
As soon as Lydia saw him, she called out, "Tamara, please. I was wrong. I
made assumptions about you which were totally inappropriate. Can't we
please talk?"
Tim, since having vented earlier, was feeling a little more forgiving. He
leaned on the railing, stretched out his hand and curled his finger at her
in a come hither gesture. Lydia sprinted towards the door at a dead run.
Only a few seconds later, Tim heard the doorbell ring. He checked the
peephole and saw that it was Lydia, fidgeting nervously. He opened the
door and said, "Come on in."
Lydia quickly stepped through the door, as if afraid that he might close it
before she could step in. As soon as she stepped in, and Tim had closed
the door, she said, "Tamara,... Tim, I am so sorry. I made assumptions
about your life that were totally... wrong. I just wanted you to be happy."
"Whatever made you think I'd want that... scene last night?"
"Well, I just assumed because of your cross-dressing. I thought all
transvestites were into that kind of stuff."
"Well, you were wrong. The belief that all of us are really just
masochistic homosexuals is just a stereotype. I don't dress because I want
to get fucked like a girl. I dress up because a very strong part of me is
in need of expression, a very feminine part. I like who I am. But it took
me a long time to come to grips with what I am. And it annoys the hell out
of me when people try to pigeonhole me without trying to understand me."
"But aren't most TV's into that stuff?"
Tim sighed. "I don't know about most, but I'll grant that a greater
percentage of the T-community, TV's, TG's, and TS's, experiment with the
BDSM lifestyle, but that's because T-girls have already had to overcome
society telling them, 'You can't do that. It's wrong.' I suspect that if
more people got over worrying about what others thought, more would give
BDSM a try. But I have tried it and I don't like it. And if you'd've
asked me, I'd've told you about it."
Lydia looked down shamefully. "I am so sorry, Tim. So you're not a
homosexual?"
"No. Except for some teenage experimentation, I have never been with nor
desired to be with another man."
Lydia shuffled around a bit, before saying, "Oh, hell with it." She threw
her arms around his neck and planted one of the most passionate kisses he
had ever had on his lips. Tim was too stunned to respond. When she
finished, she pulled back a bit. Leaving her eyes closed for fear of
seeing rejection on Tim's face, she said, "I only wanted you to be happy,
Tim. I love you. I never said anything because I thought... that you'd
never be interested in me." She opened her eyes. "But could you possibly
forgive me, and... give me a chance? Romantically?"
Tim, still a little stunned, stared at her for a bit before saying, "Okay."
She kissed him again and this time he kissed her back. They moved towards
his room, still entwined in each other's arms. They finally separated once
they were there. Tim turned around and asked, "Unzip me, please?"
Lydia unzipped him, and helped him out of his dress. He then helped her to
undress. She kissed him again, their lipstick covered lips sliding
sensually across each other. She went to her knees before him, pulled the
edge of his slip up, and pulled his panties down. Seeing his dick was
already hard, she asked, "Is that me or the clothes?"
"You. Definitely you."
She smiled, leaned in, and took his dick in her mouth. She gently sucked
him, getting off on the silky feel of his slip rubbing lightly against her
nose. After a few seconds he said, "Stop. Stop please."
She pulled off of him. "What? Did I do something wrong?"
"No." He pulled her to her feet. "I just wanted to do you, and I wasn't
going to be able to hold off too much longer."
"Okay." As they walked to the bed, she said, "Tim, I don't know if you'll
think me weird for asking, but could you... stay dressed? I thought it'd
be too weird, but... it's actually a turn on."
"I thought you'd never ask."
She lay down on the bed. Tim got up on the bed between her legs. He
leaned over and put his lips to her womanhood and gently licked her. As
waves of pleasure washed over her, she threw her head back and moaned. The
next time she opened her eyes, she looked down and saw this blonde between
her legs licking her out. In her state of excitement, it took a few
seconds to remember that this was her friend, Tim. She moaned, "Oh,
Tamara," and felt Tim redouble his efforts on her. Soon she felt the
pleasure build to the point where she couldn't hold back and screamed in
orgasmic release.
He slid up her body, his slip rubbing against her body in the most
tantalizing way, not giving her a chance to cool down. when he got close
to her face, she grabbed him and pulled him close and kissed him. She felt
his rod poking her leg, and reached down and slid it into her. "You're so
hot," he moaned.
Lydia giggled. "I never knew I could get a woman so hot."
Tim smiled. "You do know how to flatter a lady."
They kissed and moved together. As Tim shafted into her, she felt his
"breasts" press on hers. She knew they were only simulated breasts, but
the feeling was so sensual and exotic, she couldn't help thrashing in
desire underneath him, and soon they came together in an explosive orgasm,
dissolving into a writhing mass of bodies.
After they came down, Lydia stroked his side through his slip. "That was
so incredible. I thought making love to a man in women's clothes would
just be too weird, but you were incredible."
"Thanks."
"Tim, do you really forgive me? 'Cause I do love you and I just wanted you
to be happy."
"Yes, I forgive you. If I didn't, we wouldn't have done this. Just talk
with me before you do anything like that again."
She kissed him. "Deal."
"Lydia, thinking about last night, should I be worried about those people?
I'm not going to be attacked in the middle of the night, or some such, am
I?"
"No. But it was a little surprising when you threw the official dresser
out onto the stage in nothing but her underwear."
"So they're not going to come after me?"
"They better not. Not after they..."
"What?"
"They made me pay them a hundred bucks for the trouble you caused, since
you were recommended by me."
"Sorry for that, but you should've talked with me first."
"I know. But don't worry, I plan on getting it back out of you."
"Really? How?"
She climbed atop him and straddled his body. "By teasing and exciting my
new lesbian lover until she gives me at least a hundred dollars worth of
servicing."
"Once I give you your money back what are you going to do with me?"
Lydia grinned. "I don't know. I was planning on charging you a hefty
interest rate. At about 150% a day, you'll be paying me back forever."
Tim grinned. "150% a day? I think that's usury."
Lydia lay across him and nuzzled his neck. "So you'll always have
something to use on me in case I ever do something stupid."
"I think I can handle that." The two kissed and then giggled girlishly.
Money is no object. It is a force of nature to which all things must bow.
J R D
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