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A Mature Fantasy
Fiction by LorenaMae (c) 1995
Dear Sally,
Thanks for your note. I am sorry I haven't written sooner, but my life is a bit
crazy.
As you know, the band broke up, so I was unemployed. I went down to the
state, and they had this deal that if I took a training course they would pay for
the training, plus money to live on. It sounded good.
I wanted something butch but not too messy, but they gal saw that I had an
art background and really pushed me to go to cosmetology school. It turns
out that they have this equal opportunity issue - only women go to the
cosmetology class, and they need guys in there.
I hemmed and hawed. She assured me that most of the women in the course
were "displaced homemakers," divorced women between 35 and 55. The
other courses were filled, or whatever. I said yes.
I am the only guy in the course. 25 women and me. The classes aren't bad,
but what they didn't tell me is that in this course we all practice on each other.
In the first week I didn't mind the facials, but pretty soon we got to makeup
and I was getting my lashes curled and seeing what I look like in lipliner and
contour.
You know me from the old days. I never minded a bit of dress-up, the whole
glam/punk thing. So one day, with the help of some of the gals, I came in
the gal's uniform - black skirt, black tights, gray smock - along with a
padded bra, all that. A bit odd, but not too bad.
Things were never the same again. I became the official mascot of the class,
and the guinea pig for everything. My musician's pony tail gave way to a
chic red/blonde layered cut, I have long red fiberglass nails and everyone
practices body waxing on me. People rush to lend me clothes, dress me up
like a Barbie Doll. I got used to going to the ladies room, shopping for
fashion teasures at thrift stores.
What kept me from freaking out about all this was the gals in the class. It
was almost like they were my personal harem, laughing and joking and
fawning over me. A bunch of Moms, of pals, training a new daughter. Fun.
I was one of the girls - and when they needed one of the boys, I was the one
they turned to.
My personal life got a little weird. We would go out to a local watering hole
(for Ladies Night!) after school, and I would be in the center of this feminine
whirlwind, checking out the guys. They really liked it when some guy
would try to talk to me. I was too down, not interested. I'd just smile, be
with my girlfriends as they giggled at guys chasing my short skirt.
Until one day, I was with Nancy, just out for dinner. Nancy and I had been
spending a lot of time together, with me staying at her house. sometimes.
We were friends, though we did sleep together sometimes.
These two real cute guys came over and started to talk with us. I knew
Nancy was interested when she invited them to sit down. Nice, sweet guys,
Vince and Al. Both doctors - an endocrinologist and a plastic surgeon. Vince
liked Nancy, but Al was also paying a lot of attention to me.
I smiled, but things came to a head when Al said that they had tickets to see
Barbara on Saturday. Would the two of us be interested in coming to dinner
and the concert with them?
Nancy said great, and gave me that tight smile that told me that I had better
accept. Damn, it was one thing being a woman around my classmates, my
friends, but I had not planned on going out with some guy. I mumbled about
tight schedules, demurred. Nancy picked up her pocketbook and asked me if
I wanted to join her in the ladies room. By this point I knew how this
worked, and knew this was a summit.
As we walked to the ladies, I felt Al's eyes on my butt. I wished I had worn
something a little less short, less tight. I knew what Nancy would say, and I
knew I had no choice but to give in. She talked about how I could borrow a
dress, how it was just one night, how they were nice guys. I had no choice.
We smiled, gave them Nancy's address.
Saturday afternoon was very interesting. It was a real female zone, the two
of us having bubble baths, lingering over makeup, trying on every outfit and
accessory in the place. Very sexy, these grooming behaviors, very intimate,
like giving each other pedicures, primping. Fun.
I kept trying to go for a conservative look, but Nancy was having none of it.
We compromised on a short black velvet slip dress, with straps wide enough
to hide my bra (us older gals need some support, especially when our boobs
would fall off without it!) but with a sheer gold and black poncho like thing
over the top. I felt covered, but Nancy still smiled. I put my hair up, wore
black sheer stockings, a clutch bag. It is good to hang out with a gal who's
ex-husband did well - she has a great wardrobe!
A couple of glasses of wine, and the boys showed up. They were
impressed. I worked hard to be nice, but distant. I "had no interest in a
relationship", "was committed to celibacy." Heck, I had heard all the lines
from plenty of gals so it was fun to use them.
It was a nice night. A fine dinner, a great concert, some dancing afterwards.
You know, it is really odd to feel an erection pressing against your belly and
know it is not yours.
Al was chrarming: sweet and attentive, made me feel special, cared for. Not
bad. I didn't even choke when he slipped me the tongue on our good night
kiss, though I did pull away and deliver a prim little speech about how I was
clear about limits.
It was a nice night, but the oddest thing was how Nancy reacted. "I am so
hot! So turned on!" she told me. "Sure, Vince is cute," I replied.
"Not Vince, you dummy! You! You look so hot in that outfit, and every
time I saw Al touch you I felt myself stir. Vince thought it was him, and I let
him, but I could barely keep my hands off you! I did -- I didn't want to
break up the fantasy! I am so hot!"
Nancy jumped me on the couch, pressing me down. I felt the elastic strain in
my panties, and obviously so did she, for she pulled them off. The sex was
awesome, me with my skirt up, her in bra and stockings. I think we both
came for weeks.
I knew we would see the boys again. They must have wondered why we
always wanted to double date, but they didn't complain. Over the time, I let
Al get more and more aggressive. Sure, it would keep him coming back, but
even better it would get Nancy hot as hell. Al would slip his hand up my
skirt under the table on one side, and Nancy would start kneading the insides
of my thighs with her foot, nylon against nylon. Oooh! Once she even gave
me a blow job in the ladies room. Better than blusher to get that nice rosy
glow in your cheeks!
Al kept getting pushier and pushier, though he was still charming. Vince was
starting to get bored, though he did enjoy when Nancy tended to him,
sublimation for what she wanted to do to me. We had some great dinners in
fine restaurants. The perks of dating as a woman.
Finally, I knew I had to come clean. Crying Game time.
"Al, you are a really sweet, cute guy. But I have something to tell you.
I'm... I'm..."
"You're a guy. I know. I am still crazy about you! Don't worry, you are
the most beautiful and appealing woman I have ever known, no matter what
you were or are! Kiss me, sexy lady!"
I was stunned. I started to cry, thought about my mascara. Such a nice guy.
He wrapped me in his big arms and I smelled his aftershave. I wanted to be
nice to him.
This time I took Nancy to the ladies room. She loved the idea, so we invited
Al back to the house. You think Nancy was a crazy hot lover before, you
should have been there after she saw Al give me a blow job. Wow!
I have no idea how this is going to turn out. I have a girlfriend/lover, and a
boyfriend, and to this point things are working well. It feels pretty natural to
go out on Al's arm, and I catch us arguing like a married couple. People
think that Al has it great because he has these two sexy gals, and Nancy likes
having two well endowed lovers, and I feel like Lucky Pierre in the middle of
this divine sandwich. Not bad for an old guy, or gal -- or whatever!
I know this will all end sometime, but until then....
Thanks for writing. Come and visit sometime! On the other hand...
Connie
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Sally
Thanks for your reply. I suppose that my story is a bit unusual. I don't
know any other guys who started a cosmetology class and ended up as a
woman in a menage a trois, but it has been fun.
There are advantages living with a Doctor, but one of the downsides is the
social obligations. Nancy & I had to accompany Vince and Al to the annual
fund raising dinner at the hospital. It was like being let loose in a sea of
women sharks, playing their own power games.
Luckily, Nancy was my guide through these waters, and I was dressed for
action in a new designer gown, the right shoes and just the perfect earrings.
We both did hair extensions for an upswept do, dressed to the nines. I never
thought that skimpy underwear would make me feel powerful, but in this
situation, my new lace bra, panties & garters gave me the power of sex.
Whew.
Of course, it is fun just getting ready for these things with Nancy. We primp
each other, do each other's toes, wax our bodies. I remember old male
rituals getting ready for games - the same concept, but this is much more fun.
We both looked great. We came out of it almost unscathed, but for one
misstep. I mentioned that I used to work in a rock & roll band. Doris, the
wife of the chief of staff, stepped in at this point, and corralled me for the
Ladies Auxiliary talent show. There was no escape when Al took my arm
and told me with a smile that I should do it. He would help.
His help was vital. Elaborate acts, funded with the Doctor's money.
Costumes, choreography and all.
I thought of that old line from Fame: Tits book bands. I was still wearing
breast forms that we got at a thrift store, probably from some poor woman
who passed away from breast cancer.
The band was easy. The look was intense. Al came up with a solution. He
suggested that he use collagen under the skin to give me some shape. It's an
animal product, like what they take out during liposuction, but in this case it
would be going in. They usually use it in small quantities, for lips and such,
and it dissipates in the body over about six months, but if I wanted, it could
be liposucked out sooner. It was very expensive for this application, but Al
had a source, and of course, no fees.
You can't believe how my dressing changed once I had my own boobs, hips
& butt. A Chorus Line: Dance 10, Looks 3? Not any more! Jiggle City! I
started going braless under everything, and had to buy new jeans. New
skintight jeans I may add. Nancy & I must have spent more than an hour in
the Victoria's Secret fitting room, giggling and trying on lingerie. Hot.
I hadn't believed that sex could get any better, but Al would get a hard on just
looking at me stretched out on the sofa, and Nancy would get incredibly
aroused as the guys got the hots for me. There were times I couldn't walk
for an hour, my knees were so weak, my body so spent.
I got the band and we worked up Piece Of My Heart and Heart Of Glass, and
I got a costume: bra top under leather, spandex jeans with cut outs. I had
these long hair extensions in, brushing my tits. I practiced all the stuff that
made me crazy, from the Tina Turner microphone fondling to humping the
bass player. I stole from the best, playing it full out.
Needless to say, we blew them away at the talent show. "Scandalous!" the
biddies said. "Great!", said the guys who squirmed in their seats. Nancy is
sure she saw more than one pair of stained trousers. Al said that I was the
topic of conversation in the locker rooms at the hospital for days afterwards.
In fact, they sold photographs by order, and I got four times the response of
anyone else. Great pictures of me sweating and bouncing. Al still sometimes
watches the video tape before he comes up to bed. Grrrrr!
I have had a call from an agent who wants to talk about booking the band, but
we are far from having a couple of full sets. Imagine the publicity we could
get if we told them the full story! Overnight success in the music business
just by getting big tits! Not the first time!
Nancy & Al are trying to talk me into going down to amateur night at a local
strip club. The thought of having all those guys squirming is attractive, but
the best part would be the sex afterwards. I'm not sure I would survive
letting all my sluthood hang out!
Everyday life is settling down too. I think the boys will front Nancy & I the
money to start a salon, something elegant, although Nancy is pushing to have
it decorated like a Victorian cathouse. I can just see the two of us in boned
satin corsets & bustles welcoming customers in a velvet parlor. Maybe call it
Madame's.
I'm even getting to like having sex with a boyfriend, going out to lunch in my
silk dress after a little randy rendezvous in the examining room, feeling the
wetness of him in my behind, is quite a thrill. Women look at me with envy!
How odd! How titillating!
You do have to come out to see us. Come next weekend - we are having this
great retro 60's party with girdles and pointy spike heeled shoes and big hair.
Fun!
Connie
(the end)
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