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Not of legal age? Then don't even ask! Go back to pretending you're a lean-legged computer game girl in skimpy tights who zaps Martian monsters! Your time will come! A Real Girl by Vickie Tern "You're going out tonight, Beth? Again?" "Yes, with Christine and some friends. A concert, and then I expect we'll do other things. Don't worry, she's bringing Bill over to keep you company. We'll use her car -- she'll pick Bill up here to take him home when she brings me home. Late, but some time before dawn. So you'll have our car to use if the two of you want to go somewhere. A late night supper, something like that. Sound exciting?" "He never wants to go out. Before dawn? Why so late?" "You know perfectly well why so late, honey. So you and Bill can have plenty of time to ... you know. We don't want to intrude." "Must you? Must she? I really don't want to be Heather with Bill again tonight, not so soon. Please? My ... I'm still so sore from last time. He wouldn't quit! Over and over! God!" "'So soon'? You mean Sunday? That was days ago! And at breakfast Monday morning you told me you loved it! You told me that your first two ... encounters were sheer joy, that you went out of your mind with all of the clutching and squeezing and humping and pumping. You were still dazed when I got home, if I recall, and he squirted so much goop into you that you leaked all through the next day! Remember, I had to lend you a tampon so you could get to work? And even then three pairs of your panties were soaked before cum quit dribbling out of your body. And for each time he came, you came, you said, and that's some kind of record for you! The first times with your cock clamped between your two bellies while you rolled and wriggled together. And you both loved it! You said he licked a puddle of cum out of your belly button afterward, whatever didn't soak into the bed sheets, and that then he French kissed you. And that he finished the evening by giving you a blow job! That sounds really loving! I thought you'd be pleased he was coming over again tonight!" "Yes. Well. Maybe. Bill is sometimes nice to me, and I am getting to like what he does to me. But just not so soon again, Beth. He isn't exactly loving. Christine told him a while ago that he had to make me cum for each time he came, that he shouldn't be thinking only of his own pleasure. That if he couldn't bring me off then his fun was over too. So he really pushed it! After the first two times he ... made love in me I was ready to quit or maybe just cuddle, but he wasn't done, and that's when he really went after me! That's why he blew me, so he could get into me again. That last time it took him over an hour to get me up and over -- my balls and cock still feel raw from it. And he French kissed me only because she'd told him he had to clean me up afterward. Maybe he resented it, so he fed me all the cum he'd lapped up. Maybe he thought it would excite me, because I always swallow his cum whenever I blow him. I don't know. He never talks to me." "It's possible he was being nice. Doesn't cum excite you?" "Well, I swallow his because you told me I had to, remember? Because that's what girls do and when I'm with Bill I'm his girl and that's that, that's what you said. Maybe he doesn't know that. I do know he didn't like swallowing when Christine first told him he had to for me too, not until last month in fact. Now he doesn't seem to mind. He does seem now to like it. When you finally got home last Sunday he had my whole cock and balls in his mouth, trying to get me going one more time so he could put his thing into me one more time! He never stops! The last couple of times he entered me my ... pussy hurt -- all I remember is a burning feeling as he went in and out, and in and out!" "But the first times were good, right?" "They were all right." "I'll bet! Look at that secret smile! Well, sweetheart, that's men! Girls have to take the good with the not so good. And Bill has a lot of good in him! I'll never forget how that cock of his felt inside me that time I tried him out to see if he was right for you. While you were tied to our bed upstairs, pretty as a picture, your face perfectly made up and wearing your best lingerie, listening to us make those animal noises in the next room. Remember the way I shrieked when he brought me off? I knew then he'd do just fine for you, in fact that he could help us re-establish a whole new basis for our marriage. Once I'd accepted the fact that I was married to a pansy, not to a real man!" "Beth, I kept telling you then, and I'm telling you now, I'm not a pansy! I'm not gay just because I like to feel like a woman now and then, or at least look like one!" "You like to wear women's clothes and make-up, and you like to wiggle around and act sexually provocative, and that's ever since you were a teenager, didn't you once tell me that? Well, I've accepted it, haven't I? In fact don't I insist on it nowadays, that you enjoy those feelings every waking moment? Even at work, so now the secretaries all know about the blouses under your business suits and the bras under your blouses, and they compliment you sometimes on how your figure is coming along? All I've done is add one more way for you to feel like a woman, that's all. The most satisfying way! To feel a man's prick inside you while you please him. Right? And now don't you?" "I guess. Lately, anyhow!" "Oh, come on, you always loved it! Even your first time I think, even when you weren't sure what was happening! A girl never forgets her first time. Christine brought Bill over here horny as a goat, she'd refused him relief for a week, and his prick was dripping. He thought he'd be fucking me again like the last time. But instead, there you were tied face down on the bed, your hairdo fresh from the salon, your nails all beautiful, your ears all new-pierced, your rear end propped up high on a stack of pillows, all pretty and plump and inviting. Remember, he didn't recognize you, he thought you were some whore we'd hired for him, and he plowed into you like a starved man into a steak? You were grunting and screaming the whole time! You loved it, even then! That was the fuck that turned your ass into your pussy. From then on you were a real girl! "Beth, it hurt! He was much bigger than those butt plugs you'd stuffed me with all week! I wasn't stretched out enough for him then!" "But now you are!" "I guess so!" "Well, that first time, there was no problem with your mouth when you begged him to let you suck on his cock and he recognized your voice. And he tried to leave, and that's when Christine told him that she knew about him and his secretary, and she'd leave him then and there and take her father's money out of his business and ruin him if he didn't let you blow him? Then when we untied you and left you two alone, who was it that got down on her knees in front of that almighty prick and kissed it and blew him twice? Whose idea was that?" "You know why I begged him. You told me you'd leave me if I didn't and you'd stop mocking my dressing up if I did, that in fact you'd help me. So I did. Besides, when you left us alone together, he pulled my head into his crotch, and I was afraid if I didn't suck him dry he'd push that huge thing into my bottom again." "But now you don't seem to mind his pushing it into your bottom. You seem to enjoy it!" "Yes, I do, the first times he does it. Finally. I guess I know now how women feel about it. Last Sunday I was even looking forward to it, thinking about that long, fat rod of his, how he'd soon be stuffing it into me. It always feels at first as if he was going to split me wide open. But then when his cum squirts into my guts and I get all slippery down there, then, well, I can't express how it feels, especially when he hardens up and pushes back into me again, this time all slick and velvety. The second time we did it last Sunday I ... I was reaching for the moon, and when I got there I just couldn't stop shaking. I think I may have had your kind of orgasm. I just kissed his face over and over!" "See? I knew you'd come around! You are a real girl after all, aren't you honey? You were feeling real affection toward the man who'd just pleasured you. Same as I always do! And I remember perfectly well how nervous you were last Sunday! How all afternoon you kept re-doing your face, how you couldn't decide which skirt he might find more attractive. You were being a real girl then too, weren't you? I loved watching you!" "I was thinking about him before he came over, yes. Because you never once stopped reminding me how great it feels when a girl's got her legs wrapped around a man's neck." "Well, isn't it?" "Yes, the first times, like I said. No complaints. But he kept wanting more, and kept coming at me, again and again! How much of that can a man's asshole take? He...." "How much can a girl's vagina take, sweetheart! Never forget what your opening is back there! That's how it's used, that's what it is! You love to wear bras and panties and skirts and make-up and perfume, and when you do you feel like girl, and you've always wanted to feel like a girl, isn't that right, isn't that what you told me last year? When I first caught you wearing my things? So when a man's inside someone who feels like a girl, she's a girl! Girls are fucked in their pussies, not their assholes. Mostly. Aren't they?" "Mmmmm! Yes, Beth, I'm sorry." "So say what you mean to say and get it right the first time!" "All I meant was, how much can a girl's pussy take? Those last times, it really hurt! That's why I'm still sore!" "But you did do your proper womanly duty, and you did drain him completely, didn't you? When you quit with him he couldn't get it up any more, isn't that right?" "Yes. Not for want of trying. But why has that always been so important? You never wanted to drain me when we were still ...." "When we were still husband and wife, not what we are now? No. I have to tell you, my husband Heath was always a little boring in bed. One round with him was more than enough. And then when I walked in on you that afternoon and discovered that you weren't Heath, you were Heather, wearing that red silk dress of mine? Remember how disgusted I was? How long it took me to get used to the idea. In fact I didn't want to live with Heather at all until Christine told me about her problem with Bill. Then I saw certain advantages to living with a man who wanted to feel like a woman. That you could help with Christine's problem and your own too once and for all. And you did, too!" "I know, you've told me. You told me how it had to be if we were to continue together. That I had to be Heather whenever Bill came over here. Even if he came over two, three times a week. Or more. And I had to practice being Heather all the rest of the time. Let it show a little even at the office, so there'd be no surprises when I finally become Heather full time. Take those pills so my clothes would fit me better, and my skin would be softer for him." "Yes, it's been perfect all around! You like being a girl, so I fixed you up to be a girl with Bill so you could get to know what it's really like and to learn to enjoy it. And now finally you do enjoy it! Two birds with one stone! When Christine told me how often Bill was cheating on her, and with how many woman, it was obvious that the only way she could ever be sure of him was to keep him drained. Played out. Empty. And she didn't want to do it, she didn't want him anywhere near her any more she was so furious. Well, Christine's been my best friend since college, and there she was, sitting in that chair over there and crying her heart out! So of course I told her about you, and volunteered you to drain him. My sweet, sexy Heather! So you could experience true womanhood! And haven't you? When a man's cock is deep inside you and he's making his moves, isn't that when you most truly feel that you're a real girl. Isn't that so? Isn't it wonderful to feel so loved? There's nothing better, is there, honey?" "Beth, can't we just ...?" "I know you didn't think so that first afternoon I caught you mincing and prancing around trying to look pretty. But you think so now, don't you! When you and Bill are making love, you're his girl and he's your man. Don't you sometimes feel that way? Awww, look at my darling! You're blushing! You know I'm right!" "Beth, this is what you wanted me to do, and I'm making the best of it. Yes, it does have its compensations. Mainly that you're now willing to be my girlfriend when we go shopping, to help me buy dresses and everything. I appreciate that. And yes, you were right, I am beginning to feel different about Bill now. It took long enough! What's it been now, five months Christine's been bringing him over for me to drain him? While you two go out to your concerts and things? I hated it the first times. So did he. We did it only to hold our marriages together, especially after Christine got vindictive and took over his finances, and you even put me on an allowance. Yes, sex with Bill can be ... very good, now, finally, but I still don't like doing it as much as he does. "Well, we women have to make sacrifices for our men's needs. I've told you that often enough." "I guess. But must he come over? Must you go out with Christine tonight? Can't I have another day to recover?" "No, it's tonight. We already have the tickets, and we've made our plans for afterward." "What plans?" "That's none of your business. Do I ask if you and Bill have any plans?" "Beth, I hurt! All over! Even my nipples are sore, and he never once touches them! I wish he would, lately they've been feeling all ... soft, feminine, desirous, you know? But Bill plays rough, really mean and impatient when he can't get it up hard enough to push it back into me right away. That's when he makes me kiss it and suck on it until my mouth gets as sore as ... as my ... my pussy is by then, just from trying to get him back to full power." "Well that's what a girl has to do when her lover grows weary and she still craves more. So now you blow him every time as the evening goes on? How romantic! Do you like it, the way his cock feels in your mouth? The way his jism tastes?" "It isn't too bad, not any more. Sort of. Yes, lately I like it. But I don't crave it. I just do it because my ... ah... my pussy hurts, he stretches it so badly with that thing of his." "I'm sure. But that's why we set up this new rule, Christine and I. To benefit you! Because he's so selfish that he always wants to use your body like a whore's, without once thinking about you, about what you might like. The same way he once used Christine's body. That's why now he doesn't get to cum unless you do too. Cum for cum is the rule! So now he's a little more considerate of you, isn't he? Now he makes love to you to get you in the mood, sometimes? Caresses you, brings you little gifts. Sometimes takes you to candlelight dinners, gives you a chance to wear your really lovely gowns out in public? Asks you how you feel about things? Tells you you're pretty? That kind of thing?" "No. I suggest we go out now and then, but he doesn't hear me. He does keep to the rule, yes, cum for cum. He's makes sure I cum once for each time he cums. But there's nothing romantic or considerate about it!" "Christine's still working on him, trying to turn him into a gentleman for you. That why he blows you when you think you can't cum any more. When you think you're exhausted. Out of consideration for your pleasure. Doesn't he?" "If you mean, does he try to bring me off with his mouth so he can earn a chance to get into me yet one more time? Yes, he does that often. Like I said. And I appreciate it, if he doesn't get so eager that he licks my prick raw! These days he can be very sweet when he's on his knees and sucking my cock. He even tells me he likes the flavor of my jism. Maybe that's why he wanted to share it with me when he licked it off my belly last Sunday?" "Heather, that's so sweet! That's wonderful! The two of you being appreciative of each other! Do you ever do 69 together sometimes? You do! I knew it! There's that blush again! I must tell Christine! Instead of his pounding his meat through your buttocks over and over, sometimes you just hug and make love together with your mouths? Sometimes you're really gentle with each other? Well!" "You like that idea?" "Heather, it's what I've wanted to see happen! Christine too! It's important to us!" "Is it? I see. Yes. Well, Beth, you don't know the whole of it. Nowadays he also wants me to return the favor, for me to make love to him too, to push my prick into his ass and blow myself off inside him first thing, right away, as soon as we begin, before we do anything else. While I'm still hard enough to penetrate him. He says it's just so he can get ahead in the count, so he can do me later when I'm empty and he still wants one for the road. But you know something, I think it's because he likes it. Because he moans the whole time, and when I cum in his bowels he outright shudders and squeals! Quite a lot! He gets more excited than you used to, when we ... when we used to make love together. Yes. And you know Beth, it's really nice, feeling like a man inside of someone else for once. The way I used to feel. Thinking about it, thinking about Bill's ass, that's what got me so excited last Sunday. It reminds me of your pussy. I miss it, your warm, slippery pussy squeezing my cock while I'm inside it. The same way Bill misses Christine's, I suppose. Maybe that's why he can't get enough of mine." "That's over, baby. Even when you were a man, you weren't man enough for me. Forget about it. Concentrate on how your own warm, slippery pussy feels when someone else is inside it. You like getting into Bill's, do you? So Bill has a pussy now too, does he?" "Yes, for a couple of weeks now." "Does he like to put on little frilly undergarments too, like you?" "No, he's a man. That's what he says. He says that no matter how pretty I dress up, no matter how easy I make it for him to imagine that I'm a woman, he likes to remember that I'm a man too. That he's fucking a man. And he says the idea doesn't bother him any more. In fact he thinks it's exciting. That's why he wants to know how it feels, what he's doing to me. What it's like getting fucked by a man." "Oh, does he? He finds sex with another man exciting?" "Yes. When I finally got used to the feel of him in me, and when I got to like it a little, and when I got to like it a lot and began moaning and screaming when we were both about to explode, he says that made him curious. That was when he asked me to try his ass. But that night I couldn't get it up at all any more. So the next time, he asked me to do him right off. So I did! And that's how we usually begin these days. I fuck him and he moans and screams. Then when I cum in him he's ahead of the game by one fuck, for later when he can't make me cum any more. He always borrows one of my tampons when he goes home." "I bet Christine has no idea!" "He's a little ashamed, I think. But he found that stash of gay magazines you bought for me back when you thought that's what I was, so that's what I should be, and I was telling you no, gay men like other men but I like other women? You remember? And finally you believed me? Well, he reads those magazines now while we're waiting for his prick to recover. Some of the pictures of guys with pumped up muscles make him stiff almost right away!" "My my. Has he said anything to you about it?" "Once he pointed to a picture of a guy with huge pectoral muscles and said 'Now there's my kind of woman!' I thought he was joking, so I asked, "And I'm not your kind?" And he replied, 'No, those little breasts you're growing are too soft.' So I asked 'What kind of woman do you like?' and he replied 'Hard-bodied!' I thought he meant it as an insult, I've been using all those creams on my skin? But he sounded sincere." "He sounded sincere, did he? Anything else? Any other changes you've noticed lately?" "Well, one other. You know something? His ass used to feel really tight, but maybe two weeks ago it started feeling pretty well stretched out. Slack. Wide open sometimes! And he really wriggles it now when I'm fucking him! He really gets off on me! He didn't, at first. I think he's practicing his moves somewhere else!" "I'll just bet. Well! Mr. Super Macho turns faggot! That'd be front page news in all the gossip columns!" "Please don't tell." "Oh no. I won't tell the gossip columns. But this does radically affect what Christine and I have been planning for the two of you for over the next year!" "What? What plans? How so? What's wrong with the way things are?" "Did you think this was going to go on forever? Bill coming over to empty himself into you, over and over, week after week, for months and months, until you both end up old and gray and still fucking? This is still only Phase One. Get you to like it, getting laid by Bill. And Christine wanted Bill to get reconciled to the idea that screwing you is all the girl he's ever going to get. That's what we had in mind for you. It took a while, five months so far. But now it's happening, isn't it. You do like it. You love it, in fact! And Bill too, in a way. But now, in one more way than we'd counted on!" "Beth, ever since you caught me wearing your dress, ever since you started buying me my own dresses, and ever since you asked Bill over to check me out, I haven't had any idea what you were doing. Apart from punishing me because I'm not the man you thought I was, and you can't love me the way I am. That's what I think. And then using me to help your friend Christine keep Bill away from other women, whether I want to or not. I've done everything you've asked because I keep hoping you'll appreciate at least the way I feel about you! I'm trying to please you!" "Oh, honey, you're wrong! I do love you! In fact I do love you just the way you are! Especially the way you are with Bill. Not a pretend girl in a mirror but a real girl, at least as far as men are concerned. As far as Bill's concerned! Getting more attractive every day! I want to help you! Don't you have any idea where we've been going? Where we want you to be a year or so from now?" "No. I thought that when you'd gotten tired of humiliating me with Bill, or when I got to like it so it wasn't humiliating any more, when it wasn't punishment any more, you'd stop. Then you'd figure it wasn't fun for you any more either, and probably divorce me." "Oh, baby, you think I'm that cruel? That I'm doing this to you because I'm mean? To get even in some way? And Christine too, with Bill, the same way?" "Yes, Beth. That's what I think. I didn't know what else to think! I still don't!" "Well, this can be serious! Let me put some blunt, bottom line questions to you. Why did we get married in the first place? Do you still remember?" "Yes, of course I remember. Because we loved each other. We wanted to share each other's lives." "That's right. And do you still love me, and want to share my life? Heather? Do you?" "Yes. I do. I still do. That's why I'm still here in spite of ... everything. I still hope that we can somehow ...." "Get together again? Of course we can! But not the way we were, because you're not the way you were. Neither am I, any more, these days, but that's neither here nor there. Do you still think I love you and want to share your life?" "I don't know. I don't know what to think any more, Beth." "Well, I do! I didn't love Heath even before I saw him in a dress. But I do love you, Heather! Even more than I love Christine! I love what you've become! I love what you can become! And I do want to share your life. And I do want it to be a good life for you! The best!" "But...!" "But nothing! First I married Heath, and then I found I was married to Heather! Well, all right! I discovered that Heather is the best part of Heath. Heath was a bore. Not much of anything. But Heather's a sweet, loyal woman I can depend on! A dear friend. I love her! I want her to be happy!" "So the way you show it is to set up your dear friend Heather to be ... all right, to be raped by your girlfriend's husband repeatedly, week after week? To be sore in her ... pussy all the time, because of his insatiable ... appetites?" "In the beginning, sweetheart, yes. I had to do it. We had to go through that awful place in order to get somewhere else. You can't make omelets without breaking eggs. But is 'rape' still the right word for what you and Bill have these days? You like it, you just told me! You love it! It sounds pretty consensual to me!" "I guess. When we're together, the first times we ... meet, yes, I love it. I love it when I can wrap my legs around him and hug his head and feel him thrust deep into me and that strange delicious sensation begins to mount deep inside me! And then begins to throb, and the throbbing gets intense. And then explode! I go pretty wild nowadays, I've already told you that." "But even the last of your encounters have their ... compensations, don't they? Since we ... ahh ... corrected Bill, hasn't he been at least a little concerned to see that you're as satisfied with him as he is with you? Hasn't he been more considerate of your needs ever since Christine made him shape up?" "In that one way, yes. That's some of the problem. He gets desperate to get me off, sometimes. But these days I do look forward to seeing him. I guess maybe I can ask him to be more gentle with me tonight, because I'm still sore. Maybe he can control his ... feelings a little better." "Maybe. Listen to you. You're now a girl practically full time, who's waiting for her date to arrive, and now you're looking forward to it. And you still can't guess where I've been taking you? Where Christine and I have been taking you and Bill?" "No." "Well, let's go upstairs and change for our dates, and we'll talk some more. Maybe I'd better tell you straight out what we originally had in mind. Because if Bill has changed gears on us, if that stud of Christine's has gone gay, and it sure sounds like it, we'll have to change our plans. It's just as well. There are better plans. And you've come such a long way, Heather, I think we can let you decide for yourself which new plan you'd prefer." "All right. What time will they be coming over?" "Less than an hour. Show me what you mean to wear for Bill tonight. Oh, no, not that, it's so frumpy! A sleeveless satin shift, this one! Glamorous but modest. Yes. That's better." "It doesn't really matter, Beth. We get undressed almost as soon as we see each other and you two leave the house." "But the way you look when you first see each other, that's where attraction lies. And romance. And affection. If you want him to be gentle with you, you need to be delicate for him. A fragile flower, honey. Then when you undress that impression remains, the same way your perfume lingers. If it's done right." "Oh? Is that why you're planning to wear that stretch black scoop-neck micro-mini? The lycra with beaded appliques?" "You've learned well, sweetheart. I'm so proud of you! You remember everything I've taught you about women's clothes. In a word, yes. A beaded black dress is formal enough to tell a man I'm someone to reckon with, and this one is short and tight and revealing enough to tell him it's worth trying." "What man, Beth?" "No one in particular. That's a first impression I like to make with any man. All my better dresses say that to all my men, when they meet me for the first time. And the impression remains afterward, even when I'm naked. That's why they stay passionate but also, well, respectful!" "All your men?! You're putting that dress on now and intend to take it off later? So other men can see you and get passionate?!" "I've just said so. Let's not dwell on it. No more now, I mean it!" "I ... I ... Beth! All right!" "Good! That's my Heather! Oh dear! Honey, do you have a dark rose lipstick with matching blush I can borrow? This one has much too much scarlet." "Yes. Here." "Thank you, sweetie." "So tell me where you two have been taking Bill and me for the past five months? Where have we been going?" "Two different places leading to the same place. I can tell you now, because if Bill's gone gay you'll never arrive there anyhow. Nor will you want to. Oh, for God's sake, Heather, not those! Wear your 'fuck-me' pumps, the strappy ones with the five-inch stilettos, those open-toes we bought in Bon-Ton's." "They hurt my feet, Beth." "So? What difference does that make? You said it yourself, you'll probably kick them off as soon as we leave you and Bill alone. But you'll be glad you wore them and he saw them, afterward. As for hurt, everything comes with a price. I guess you never learned what every girl learns in high school, that if you can make a man desire you, if you can arouse him, you can make him do anything! That's what all our frillies are for! There's a power exchange. If you can tease him and then hold back, he always knows who's really in charge. And that's worth a little discomfort! Bill will get off on those shoes long before you take them off. Besides, haven't you found out yet, open toes feel nicer when you want a man to lick your feet! Can I borrow that hair curler wand after you, please, love, I need just a touch. Oh, I never noticed! Is your hair lighter in shade than it was? And didn't it hug your chin the last time I looked?" "Yes. Mr. Eleanor thought this shade and style would be more becoming, and I do say, I have to agree with him. I love it like this!" "It's very attractive. You know, Heather, you've gotten to be quite beautiful in some ways, living as a woman the way you do. Quite feminine! Very different from that man I once knew who imagined he could become a woman just by putting on a dress. "Maybe. Ahh, Beth, don't you think a bead necklace might go better with that dress? That gold chain doesn't pick up on anything." "You're right. Thank you, honey." "We've never done anything like this before, have we, Beth? It's nice." "Just talked together as two women preparing for their dates? No, we haven't. It's very nice. And you know something, that's where I think we should be going now. I had a very different future in mind for you and Bill. But it seems Bill's started collecting other men's cocks the way he used to collect other women's pussies. You're supposed to be special to him, but it seems that now you're just one more guy he uses to spread his ass and fill his guts and then return the favor!" "You mean 'to spread his pussy'?" "No, his ass. His asshole. The best part of him. He isn't a woman like you and me, baby doll. He doesn't have our kinds of openings for entertaining men, and probably doesn't want them." "Oh. So what was it you had in mind for us? And even if Bill has gone gay, how does that affect me? Who else would sleep with me now?" "Oh, lots! Trans-fags, Trans-hags, straight men, bent women! Even me maybe, some time, Heather honey. I haven't given up on you altogether! Not the way you're turning out!" "Thank you. That means a lot to me, Beth. But what were you and Christine planning?" "Well, what did we plan for Bill, first of all? That's easier to answer. Christine doesn't want him. He married her for her father's money, and he squandered a lot before she took charge and built the fortune up again, and from the beginning he's been no more faithful to her than a politician to his promises. He's a shit! On the other hand, well, you know, you've seen it yourself -- he has great natural endowments, a tremendous cock and incredible staying power, more than most men. A great lay, but he's a lousy lover. An inconsiderate boor. In bed and out of bed. So Christine's been setting up to settle some money on you and then to divorce Bill!" "What?! Why me?" "Wait, we're not talking about you yet!" "All right. But why doesn't she just divorce him now and get it over with?" "Because she's my friend. She's been waiting for me to give the word. We've been setting Bill up for a divorce and a remarriage. First make him aware of his limits, put him into a relationship he'd find humiliating if anyone knew, so he'll never talk about it, keep him drained, get him enough dependent so that after a while he can't leave. Make him into a good husband for just the right girl. Not for Christine, she's had it with him. For you." "For me!" "Sweetheart, don't sound so shocked! Yes, you. Bill was going to be our wedding present to you! Along with enough of a dowry to give you a little independence without your having to work. Unless you wanted to. "Bill? A wedding? Me? I can't marry Bill! I'm a man!" "Oh? Sitting there wearing satin and stroking mascara on your eyes? Telling me all about your orgasms with Bill's prick in you? Is that liquid eye liner you use, baby? You must show me how you put it on so neatly without making a mess!" "Well, all right, maybe I don't look or feel like a man any more, but that's what my body is. And my legal status. And my marital status." "Oh, all those things can be changed. It's already happening. In fact last Sunday when I saw that you were wetting your panties in anticipation of Bill's visit, I saw you were ready for the next step, and I made an appointment for you with my endocrinologist. She has lots of transsexual patients. She thinks that with the pills you've already been taking we can change your body over altogether in only another six months. Breasts, hips, a softer face -- though it's always been gentle, and it's already become a very sweet face. Maybe a prettier tush, too, though I already like it, and obviously our new gay friend Bill likes it. And you already have great legs -- that's why those strappy heels look so sensational. You're already a doll!" "Beth, I'm not equipped. We're always calling my anus a pussy, and I guess Bill does use it that way, and it does feel good when he uses it that way. And I use his that way too nowadays, because he wants me to, and it does remind me of the old days when I was a man. But it isn't a vagina. That's why it's so sore all the time. It wasn't made to be used this way so often!" "My endo tells me that's no problem. When you finally feel in your heart of hearts that you'd rather grasp with your crotch than poke into one, that it's better to feel filled than surrounded, there are doctors who can remake what's down there into a proper vagina. An opening that's good for life, that improves with use, and that feels just wonderful, better than anything you've ever felt. A proper vagina you can use in all sorts of improper ways! Bill was going to be our wedding present to you, and a real pussy between your legs, a tailor-made cunt, was going to be our wedding present to Bill." "Beth! Beth ... I just don't know what to say." "That's good. Don't start to cry, you'll ruin your mascara. Honey, I hear very clearly what it is you're not saying. You aren't saying yet again that you're a transvestite not a transsexual, and transvestites don't have vaginas and don't have sex with men, that they aren't gay. That's the message you've repeated to me whenever Christine brings Bill over. But we've been talking now, haven't we? I think you know now that whatever it is transvestites don't do, you do it. Maybe you didn't want to at first, but now you do, and you love doing it! Wouldn't you want to do it for the rest of your life?" "With Bill?" "Well, sweetheart, that's where there's a change of plan I think. We thought you'd be just right for Bill. You're compliant, and you're loyal, and you do try to satisfy him, and if he went sniffing after other women now and then you'd understand and not mind too much. And Bill would be just right for you too, now that you know how his cock feels inside you, now that you know how to appreciate him fully. We were saving the best for last, to teach you how to control him with the combined power of your purse and your pussy." "Suppose I'd refused?" "That's the whole plot, sweetie! When we'd finished, you'd never have refused! Refuse to be a bride? A girl like you? All that white satin, and tulle, and all those flowers and veils? You'd be entranced by the idea, the happiest bride in the world! Don't tell me that one time or another you haven't imagined yourself gliding down an aisle looking gorgeous, Mr. Right standing there at the altar waiting for you? Every girl wants that! And you and Bill would feel you were made for each other! Because you would be. That's how we were remaking you!" "I've pictured myself a bride, yes. Back when I could imagine myself anything because I didn't think I'd ever be anything." "I knew it, baby. But now look at what's happened. A whole new factor's been added. It seems that Bill's relationship with you has uncorked his own latent homosexuality. He's discovered that he's gay. That he'd rather take on men than women. That it's the man in you he enjoys fucking, not the woman I've been cultivating, the woman who's blossoming out so much nicer than the man she replaced. And it's the man he wants to feel fucking him. On your honeymoon, I'll bet anything he'd ask you to stop looking and dressing like the woman you want to be and become more of a man again. Become Heath all over again. But after the hormones and the surgery, you couldn't. And living even the way you live now, you wouldn't want to. Am I wrong? So he'd go off looking for other men. He's already found them! For all we know his asshole already handles more traffic than O'Hare Airport!" "Beth, aren't you being a little unfair?" "Check out his instincts. Is he behaving the way most men like to behave with women? Ask yourself, does he ever seem to appreciate your femininity? Bring you flowers? Compliment you? Notice what you're wearing? Notice if you've changed your perfume? Over and over the nights you're together, isn't it simply 'Wham, Bam, thank you, ma'am' into your rear, preceded by you in his? "Beth, you did say it yourself, he's always been a boor. That's why you chose him for me. You wanted to punish me with him!" "That's partially right. At first. But then we really did hope to improve you with each other. So Bill would learn to be more considerate, more refined with women, and you would learn to be more feminine, more sexually gratified by men. By this man anyhow." "I don't say I don't like Bill's fucking me now, finally, Beth. In fact I love Bill fucking me! But ...." "Heather, let me be as direct as I can be. Girls as close as we are right now can let our hair down. When I caught you wearing my dress in front of that mirror that time I could see two people. I saw my husband, never very passionate, never very much anything except at that moment ashamed to be caught with his minuscule manhood compromised. I saw a compulsive transvestite humiliated by his own desires, a shamed sissy. A wimp! But I also saw the woman he felt he could be but lacked the courage to become, fragile, vulnerable, proud but fearful at that moment that everything she cared about was about to disappear. I saw my wonderful girlfriend-to-be. I saw you. I saw that you would never realize who you were and accept yourself for what you could be until you began to live as yourself full time. And enjoy all the gratifications. Including sex with men, one of the glories of being a woman. I thought Bill could be that man for you. But now it seems there's a reason why Bill's been an inconsiderate boor where women are concerned, and maybe also why he's been such a compulsive womanizer. He's been a gay man who's never acknowledged his own desires. A queer in denial! It's ironic that while making you into a real woman, the three of us have liberated him to become himself!" "You don't think there's anything I can salvage in my relationship with Bill, Beth? He does have that beautiful cock! Maybe I'm also gay?" "Heather, Bill enjoys sex with men because he's a gay man. You enjoy sex with men because you're a straight woman. In fact you never should have married me." "I can't regret being married to you." "Heath married me. Did Heath ever really desire me, impetuously, ardently, passionately, the way Bill desires any wet, warm place whatever where he can park his penis? I see you're silent. We both know the answer to that one. All right, a more difficult question. Does Heather recall any moments while Bill was screwing her when her whole body and mind went into ecstatic spasms, and she just wanted to fuck and be fucked senseless?" "Yes. Just talking about it, I'm getting impatient for Bill to arrive. My pussy feels sore, but it also feels well ... eager! Do I look all right now, Beth, do you think? Will he like this new hairdo?" "Yes, honey, you look luscious. Any man who gets between your legs tonight will have to believe he's died and gone to heaven. Even Bill. And apparently he doesn't like girls, not any more. But I see that now you're looking forward to Bill the way I'm looking forward to my own date." "Your date? With Christine"? "Oh, Heather, you're so very sweet! No, with Kevin and Chandler and what's-his-name, we just met him Sunday at that bar where we pick up guys from time to time, oh yes, Mitch!" "You meet men on these dates you have with Christine?" "Of course, baby! Christine and I are old, old friends. We don't make dates with each other. We make double-dates. Or triple, sometimes, if we really want to fill ourselves full of love juice and memories. 'Triple" meaning two of our kind and three of theirs. That's what's arranged for tonight. That's why we won't get home much before dawn." "I'm shocked! You? My wife? You've done this before, Beth?" "Recently, about as often as you've been fucking Bill. Heath, though you don't in any way resemble Heath at the moment, since this is apparently news to you, let me ask and answer the next questions. 'Do you have sex with them?' 'Yes, we have everything imaginable with them, and some things you've never imagined!' 'Often?' 'As often as we can. We're out all the while you're fucking Bill, but we don't manage to score every time. Not score spectacularly, anyhow.' 'Are they...better than I am?' 'Heath, falling asleep drunk at the bar and being awakened at closing time is better than you are!' 'But why?' 'You know why. To feel that satiny pressure slipping in and out of you, pushing into your deepest pleasure spot, and feeling it build, the tension and the delight mounting, until finally you're out of control and rotating and heaving, and finally you go into convulsions of pure joy. Then when you open your eyes, there are those kind eyes looking into yours, and strong hands appreciating your body everywhere, and ....' I'm getting wet from this, Heather. A girl should start her evening in dry panties at least. I'd better change." "I should too. I never knew those things before you brought Bill to me. It is wonderful, isn't it! Of course you couldn't do without it! When I was Heath I couldn't help you." "That's right. I'm sorry I didn't tell you before. But it would have humiliated you. Men get so jealous of other men! It was kinder for you not to know." "I can understand how you feel about the men you sleep with. I've felt the same. Except that Bill's eyes are never kind, only dull." "Poor baby. I wanted the best for you. The best available." "Does Bill know about this?" "Christine never tells Bill anything. But Bill would come home drained from his sessions with you, all semen spent, so Christine always thought it was only fair to offer him refills. He had to drink up everything she'd brought home in her pussy, direct from the source. That could take hours, licking and sucking all the jism she'd accumulate in there. Sometimes she'd take home filled condoms and make him empty them, no questions asked. Which he did, because if he hadn't he'd have been out on his ass, and he knew it. The very ass other men including you are now using as a highway!" "Could that be how he refined his taste for cock sucking?" "You know, you could be right! Mainly it was your cock, to maintain a credit balance in his cum for cum account. But maybe those condoms made him a connoisseur!" "Why do we assume that Bill wasn't bisexual to begin with? Or even a gay with a perversion, a lust for women?" "We don't. We can't. You know, Heather, you're smarter than I gave you credit for!'" "Thank you. I do know something about men's sexuality, you know. How it feels, the view from both sides of the groin." "Of course. You know, Heather, this is really the most wonderful conversation about men I've ever had! Two girlfriends preparing for their dates, sharing their beauty secrets and their hearts. I treasure this, Heather, I really do." "Please, Beth, you really will ruin my eye make-up." "I love you." "And I love you. More dearly than ever. But do go on with your Q&A before I melt into a puddle!" "All right, darling. 'Were you unfaithful to your husband Heath from the beginning?' 'No, not during the first month we were married. Then I decided he just didn't have it and never would, but he was so sweet I couldn't ever divorce him, so I started in with the neighbors, and when they ran thin during summer vacations I began to cruise singles bars, the way I still do.' 'Did you ever suspect he had a feminine side to him?''Are you kidding? From the moment we met! I knew he had to be dressing in women's clothes, because he had such exquisite taste whenever I asked him about my own outfits. And whenever he watched me getting dressed, he had such yearning in his face, and I soon realized it wasn't for me!' 'So when did you decide he'd make a better girlfriend than a husband?' 'When I started fucking other men on the sly, and wondered what to do with him. I let him prance around and wear my clothes in supposed secret for quite a few years before I got the ball rolling one day, came home, and "discovered" him in front of my mirror wearing one of my dresses. A red silk I'd bought years earlier, one that was always too large for me.''Then why did you buy it?' 'Because I thought he'd look cute in it when he found it. That he'd think so too. And that once I trapped him while wearing it, I'd have no problem shaming him into becoming the woman she ought to be but was afraid to become. The woman I really do want to live with for the rest of my life. In fact the woman I want to triple date with right now, this very evening.'" "Triple date? With me?" "Yes, my darling Heather. I think I know now that's what it's all really been about. I schemed with Christine to make you as happy as you could be by salvaging her husband for you. But that scheme has failed! So now, why don't you join us? They're really terrific guys! Yours, this new one Mitch, he doesn't really know us at all yet. If you keep him dazzled he'll never notice that your tits are still small. And if you don't feel like going down on him, I bet he'd stand respectfully and wait his turn to get blown while you're busy reading novels and peeling grapes. He seems to be that kind of guy. Put him in your pussy and he's yours for life! He'll snuggle into you and caresse your nipples and never want to leave. You'll have to charge him rent! Please come! Join us!" "You know something, Beth?" "What, hon!" "I thought you'd never ask!" "You knew?" "I figured. You and Christine wanted me and Bill to keep each other busy while you two went out to enjoy the good things in life. To keep us distracted so we wouldn't find out how hot and slutty you like your sex. To implicate us so we couldn't complain if we did find out. And early on you realized that if Bill and I married each other, you'd be rid of us, and then we'd all get what we each most want, or what you thought we most wanted, or close enough. For me, a woman's life, including her sex life, and all the fixings. For Bill, a respectable wife he could fuck nearly to death whenever he wasn't cheating on her, and no complaints. For yourselves, no-fault, no-guilt divorces and the freedom to fuck your hearts out with any man you judged well-enough hung." "You're the cleverest girlfriend I'll ever have, Heather! But Bill was your share of the good things. Not his mind or personality, no way, but surely you've learned how to appreciate his body! When we left the house, you two never did come after us, did you? But now I can tell you that there are lots of better men out there. The three we're dating tonight for openers." "If we're going dancing, I really should change out of these stilettos, Beth. They really are "fuck me" pumps, for show and not much more." "Oh no, sweetheart! Girl of my dreams! Much more! Until you get a full-scale cunt of your own, that's where your men are going to have to lick you to prove their sincerity. Mitch will be soaking those toes with his tongue before the night is out, I guarantee it. For that matter, since your pussy is still feeling sore, if his tongue is up to the task I'll bet you can persuade him to lick that part too! The wonderful thing about men is that when they're horny they'll do anything! Anything! You'll love them! You already do! So you'll come with us?" "Yes. I'd like that. It sounds like fun. A lot more fun than getting slam-dunked again and again by Bill. But what about Bill? He and Christine are on their way here right now? He expects to spend the night with me. And Christine wants him drained. I've never stood him up before, not that way! What should we do about him?" "Nothing. Leave him here until we get back. Later maybe we can take him with us, if it's true that now he likes to have fun with men the way we do. Though if what you tell me is true, he'll probably want rougher trade. Is it true, Heather? That you've been screwing him as well as vice versa, and that his asshole is loose from misuse by others, and that he gets off on gay magazines? That he's gay? I know you want me to think he's gay because then I'll stop pushing the two of you together. You *are* clever, Heather, and I don't want to underestimate you ever again! No, don't tell me. Whatever Bill is, tonight we'll just let him sit here and slowly figure out how to satisfy himself by himself. Gay or straight, he'll never find himself in better hands." End (c) 2000 by Vickie Tern. May be archived freely in free archives.