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The P-Virus By JRD Bill went into the strip bar where he was supposed to meet his friends. It was his twenty-first birthday and his friends were buying him his first legal drink. After getting past the door, it took him a little while to find his friends at a table near the stage. He sat down and greeted Roosevelt (a large black man who worked as the manager of the hamburger joint where he worked) and Ken (a fellow college chum who worked as an entry-level teller at a local bank). They watched the show for a while, with Bill having a few beers until a new girl came on and started dancing. When the girl got down to only her thong, it was clear that there was something different about this girl. Underneath the little scrap of cloth on her crotch was a clearly visible bulge. The woman had a dick! As the woman moved on the stage, her rather pendulous breasts and firm, round buttocks drawing Bill's attention, the 21 year old said, "Hard to believe that he's a guy." Roosevelt replied, "She's not. She's a transsexual. A woman's soul in a man's body. So she's undergone a series of various medical treatments to change her body." "She looks fantastic." "Dare you to give her a twenty." Bill laughed it off. "No thanks. I've got a girlfriend. Wouldn't want the dancer to get the wrong idea." "Please. Do you have any idea how many bills get stuffed in her G-string every night? She probably won't even notice your face." "Even so..." Ken said, "Is little Billie afraid?" "I am not!" "Maybe you're worried about what Lillith will say? And what would your girl say if she knew her Billie was at a strip club?" Bristling with macho indignation, Bill said, "For your information, Lillith knows exactly where I am. Hell, if she hadn't had to work the late shift tonight at the hospital, she'd have joined us." "So what's the problem?" "It's just... I've never done it before." "Duh. You've never been in a strip club before. Of course you haven't done this before." Roosevelt laughed a bit. "Relax, Bill. It's easy. You wave the money at her, she comes over and squats, you stuff the twenty into her G, and then, with a flirtatious wink, or maybe a blown kiss, she goes on with her show. Here. I'll even spring for your first bill." Roosevelt fished a twenty out of his wallet and handed it to Bill. Bill unsteadily waved the twenty in the air until the stripper came over and squatted beside him. Bill's face was red as he stuffed the money into what was left of her costume. But he went red as a fire truck when she leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. Of course, the hooting and hollering from the rest of the bar were doing nothing to put him at ease. Shortly after the end of the transsexual's act, the waitress brought over another round of drinks. Roosevelt said, "We didn't order these." "Compliments of Double B, the lady who just finished her act." The guys just shrugged and accepted the drinks. They drank them down and watched the rest of the shows. As the evening went on, each of them started feeling an uncomfortable itching in their asses. None said a thing, afraid to comment on the feelings. The last show of the evening belonged to Double B, and Bill took the opportunity to slip another twenty into her G. After the act, when the three were getting ready to leave, the waitress came up and said, "Gentlemen, Double B has asked if you would be so kind as to join her in her dressing room for a brief talk." "All three of us?" Roosevelt asked. "Just for a talk." The three were escorted to the back to a private dressing room. There they were introduced to the stripper, Double B. The red hair she had been sporting turned out to be a wig, now resting on a Styrofoam head. Underneath she had short, short blonde hair. She was wearing nothing more than a robe, her breasts nearly falling out. She gave them a seductive smile, saying, "Hello, gentlemen." Ken said, "Hello, Miss B." "Please, call me Sally. Double B's my stage name. Double B, breasts and balls, that's me." Roosevelt took her hand and kissed it. "Sally is a lovely name for a lovely girl." Bill asked, "Excuse me, miss Sally, but why did you ask us back here?" "I couldn't help but notice how shy and hesitant you were. I figured this was your first time in a strip club." Bill blushed crimson and Sally said, "I thought so. I just wanted to put you at ease. You're a cute boy. You just need to relax a little." Sally got a slightly worried look on her face. "You are old enough to be here? You didn't sneak in?" "No, ma'am. Twenty-one today. Well, yesterday, actually, since it's past midnight." "Happy Birthday! Is there something I can do for you by way of a gift?" Bill trembled. The tingling in his butt had become a throbbing need and, before he could stop himself, blurted out, "Would you fuck me in my ass?" instantly worrying about what Roosevelt and Ken would think of him. To his surprise, both men said, "Me, too?" their own asses pulsing in need. Sally smiled. She parted her robe. She had removed her thong and her dick was already hardening. "How could I turn down three such handsome gentlemen? Take down your pants and get on your hands and knees." All three men quickly dropped their pants, and got on their hands and knees, their rear ends pointed back at the lovely she-male. Sally got on her knees behind Bill. "Birthday boy first." She slowly pressed into him, and Bill found himself pushing backwards to get as much of her into him as he could. As she pumped into him, he couldn't believe what was happening. He had never been interested in an ass fucking before, but here he was taking it up the ass and loving every second of it. He felt a little guilty, thinking he was cheating on Lillith, but the pleasure was burying any sense of shame he had. It only took a little while before he felt Sally cumming in his ass, and the feeling of that warmth in him pushed him into a cum of his own. As Bill stood and pulled up his pants, Sally moved over and proceeded to fuck Roosevelt and Ken. Both times they came with her and then stood up. Afterwards, she asked, "Was it as good as you hoped?" All three just nodded, not saying a word, even as they left. After they were gone, the waitress came in, wrapped her arm around Sally's waist and kissed the beautiful stripper. "Did it go according to plan?" she asked. Sally sighed. "Yes." "What's wrong, love?" "I just wonder if we should be doing this. If we shouldn't have just stood up and said, 'No more.' Is it right to put them through... this." Sally waved her hands down her body. The waitress kissed Sally on the cheek. "I know it was rough on us, but would you go back if you could?" "No." "Aren't you happy?" "Of course. But will it be the same for them?" "The Organization will help them to achieve better lives. You know that." "Yeah, but I just worry that one day the Organization will fail, and wind up making somebody miserable." "But look at how many lives they've helped. Do we take all that away just because of a chance that next time they won't be as successful as they have been?" "I suppose not." "Come on, Sal. Let's go home." ***** Bill trudged into his house, feeling disturbed and guilty. The ride home had been in silence, none of the men wanting to talk about what they had just done. As soon as he walked through the door, he heard Lillith call out, "Hey, babe, did you enjoy the strip club?" "Yeah, it was fun." Lillith came into the room. "Sorry I couldn't join you, but I had my shift at the hospital." "No problem. I think I'd just rather spend an evening with you, though." "That's sweet. But there's no way in hell I'm going to feel guilty by keeping you home when the hospital makes me work these late shifts." The two sat together on the couch, Lillith curling her legs up underneath her. "Tell me all about it." Bill went over the night up through the last show in detail, Lillith occasionally asking a question or two. When he finished, Lillith asked, "Alright, hun, what aren't you telling me?" "What do you mean?" "You're not a good liar, love. You're not even good at covering things up. There's something you're not saying." "You remember that transsexual I mentioned? Well after the last show, she asked me to her dressing room. While there I..." "Yes?" "I asked her to fuck me." "Hmm. What did she say?" "She accepted. She fucked me, and Roosevelt and Ken." "Lucky boy. Most transsexuals lose their ability to get erections. Did you like it?" Bill was shocked. "You're not upset that I cheated on you?" "Lover boy, you remember when we moved in together, I told you that although you'd be the only guy I'd ever do it with, there was no way that I could be exclusive to you since I occasionally needed sex with a hot, curvy girl. If I can't remain exclusive to you, I can't very well protest when you find you have other needs that need fulfilling. The only reason I might protest is that I'd have liked to have been the first to pop your little cherry. So long as you're open and honest with me, feel free to have sex with whomever you'd like." "Thanks, hun." "So did you like it?" Bill blushed crimson. "I think you did." "Well, yeah, I did." Lillith stood up, then pulled Bill to his feet. "Let's get naked before you tell me more. I want you to fuck me while you tell me your story." ***** Roosevelt walked into his house. As soon as he was inside, he heard his wife, Toni, say, "About time you got home. I suppose you were out boozing it up with your friends?" Roosevelt sighed. "I told you what was going on tonight, and I told you where I was going to be. Get off my back, woman." "Fuck you." "I'm not going to do this. I told you where I was and what I was going to be doing. I'm not going to get into a fight." "Fine!" "Fine." The two went upstairs in moody silence and climbed into bed, refusing to get close to one another. Roosevelt and his wife were having a rough time of their marriage, and both felt it was only a matter of time before the whole thing was over. ***** Ken walked into his apartment. He looked around the small space he lived alone in and sighed. He had no girlfriend and no current prospects for one. Ken, more than anything, wanted someone to share his life. A lover, a friend, a confidante. And once more he went to bed with no hope of realizing his dream. ***** The next morning, Bill woke up to the sounds of Lillith showering. He briefly mused on her energetic nature. They had spent a couple hours having sex, and now, a few hours later, she was up and around as though she had gotten a full eight hours of sleep. Bill got up and started going through his drawers in preparation for getting dressed. Without realizing what he was doing, Bill opened the drawer that contained Lillith's lingerie. He froze when he saw her panties. Never before had he been so entranced with her underwear. Like most men, he cared more about getting her out of her underwear then what the underwear looked like. But right now, he found himself staring at the soft, lacy underthings with only appreciation and admiration. He gently lifted one of the lacier pairs from the drawer. He held them in front of his face, wondering how they would feel if he were wearing them. Then, before he knew what he was doing, he stepped into them and pulled them up around his crotch. He then looked in the mirror, reveling in the soft, silky feeling of the fabric around his genitals. He struck different poses, seeing how he looked in the lingerie. While he was posing for himself (fully intending to remove the underwear before anyone else saw him), Lillith came out of the bathroom, saw him, and said, "That's cute." Bill turned and saw her, then blushed a deep crimson in embarrassment. She walked up to him, saying, "Relax, hun. A certain amount of curiosity about how the other side lives is normal. Besides, I really do think you look cute with those on." She stepped up behind him, reached around and rubbed his crotch with her hands. "Ever think of getting fully dressed?" "Fully dressed?" "As a woman. Undergarments, dress, heels, the works." "Not... really." "Want to give it a try? We've got more than a few hours before either of us has to be to work." "I... I don't..." She pressed her hands harder against his crotch and whispered into his ear, "Come on. It's just you and me. I'll make it worth your while." Bill was breathing heavily, and barely aware of what he was saying when he said, "Okay." Lillith spun him around and plastered her lips to his. After their kiss, she opened her bra drawer and got out the bra that matched the panties Bill was wearing. She quickly slid it on him and hooked the clasps behind his back. Bill looked down and saw the empty bra cups and found himself wanting them filled. Before he could ask Lillith to do something, she took some stockings and filled him out. He cupped his "bosom" as she pulled out a slip. She seemed to be moving with undue haste, as though if she gave him any chance to think, he'd end her fun immediately. The thing was, Bill found himself wanting this even more than she did. His only regret, as she slid the slip down his body, was that he didn't have a chance to savor the sensations of these wonderfully soft clothes that Lillith was putting on him. He did get a brief break as Lillith ran to the closet to get a dress. He ran his hands over the soft and silky slip, stroking his abdomen as though he had curves. Lillith was going to quickly return, but when she saw him rubbing himself, she gave him a few seconds before coming back with the simple, blue dress she had chosen. "Lift your arms," she told him. He did as she asked, and she slipped the dress on over his body. He looked at himself in the mirror as Lillith got out a pair of stockings. There was no way he could be described as feminine. He looked like a man in a dress, but, for some reason, that didn't disturb him. He found that he actually liked the way he looked in a dress. Lillith sat him down and rolled the stockings up his legs. After getting the second one in place, she ducked her head under the hem of the dress and kissed his dick through the panties. Bill shuddered. Not just because of the kiss, but also because of the feeling of the soft fabric on his manhood. Lillith stood and helped Bill to his feet. Bill looked at himself in the mirror once more, and commented, "What about heels and make-up?" "Well, no way are any of my heels going to fit on those big feet of yours. As for make-up, I didn't want to push. Want to try some?" Bill looked in the mirror and whispered, barely loud enough to hear, "Yeah, I do." Lillith could barely contain her joy. She thought she'd have to trick or prod Bill into every step of the game, but he seemed to be having as much, if not more fun than she was. If he'd have shown any remorse or emotional upset, she'd have ended the game immediately. As his lover and as a nurse, a little fun would not have been worth it, but Bill seemed even more willing than she to explore his feminine side, and she loved him even more for it. She sat him back down and got out some make-up. She applied a real light coating to his face, then turned him to face the mirror. "What do you think?" she asked. He didn't look like a girl. Didn't even look close. He looked like a man in a dress and make-up. But that didn't stop his "little soldier" from rising to attention. He turned to Lillith and said, "I want you." Lillith had been thinking the exact same thing. The erotic excitement of turning her boyfriend into her boy-girlfriend had her nearly dripping with desire. She looked into his eyes and said, "Take me." He lifted her up and put her on the edge of the dresser. She leaned over and lifted the hem of his dress and slip while he freed his dick from the panties. He put his dick against her cunt and pressed in. She wrapped her legs around him and they kissed while he started moving in and out of her. She felt his "breasts" on hers and briefly considered asking him if he'd get a pair of his own, but discarded it as soon as it popped into her head. She'd never put him on hormones, and the only time she approved of elective surgery was when it was used to offset other problems, like in the case of breast reduction surgery or plastic surgery for burn victims. She felt Bill shaft in and out of her and moaned, "Oh, Billie!" Normally, Bill wasn't too fond of the appellation "Billie". He felt that the name was girlish, but considering that he was now in a dress and make-up, it seemed more appropriate than Bill. Billie nuzzled "her" girlfriend as he shafted in and out of her. The two moved together until they came simultaneously. Panting heavily, Lillith said, "That was great. Best sex we ever had. Would you ever..." "Consider doing this again?" Bill finished. Before she could respond, he said, "Oh, yeah." Lillith threw her arms around him and kissed him. "God, this is fun. Do you want to go a little further?" "Like what?" "I could go shopping. Get you some heels that'll fit, a wig, maybe some clip-on earrings. We could get you really dolled up." Bill shuddered. Lillith hurriedly said, "If you don't want to, we won't." "No, I want to. I guess that's what scares me the most. You propose all these extras and I just want more." "Don't be scared, hun. You're just realizing you can be and are a little more sexually adventurous then before. Maybe being with me changed you, or maybe it just released something hidden inside. Regardless, we're not going to go any further than what you're ready to handle. I'm not going to dress you up, then drag you outside to risk public embarrassment or anything like that. Unless you want different, this is just a little game between you and me. I won't even mention this to my best friend." "Thanks." Bill leaned forward and kissed her. Lillith was pleasantly surprised when she felt his hard-on poking her again so soon, but she wasn't one to pass up an opportunity. She slid off the dresser and knelt before him. She pulled the dress completely off his dick from where it had slipped down earlier. She leaned forward and greedily slurped his dick into her mouth. She bobbed up and down on him, licking and sucking until she was rewarded with a copious load of his semen, a surprisingly large amount of semen considering how recently he had cum. After she swallowed his gift, she stood, saying, "I better get dressed for work. I wish I didn't have to. I could play like this all day. What time do you have to work today?" "I don't. I got today off." Lillith licked her lips with an almost predatory hunger. "Tell you what, big boy. You stay in this dress all day, be in this outfit when I get home, then I will give you such sex, you'll be walking funny for weeks." "It's a deal." ***** Ken couldn't believe what he had done. All night long he had been having strange dreams about being like Sally, a buxom she-male, dancing for the delight of men and women. This morning, he had waken up with a strange desire to wear women's clothing. The desire had been so compelling that he had rushed out early that morning, stopped at a local department store and actually bought a couple pair of panties. It was now the beginning of his lunch break and he had slipped into the bathroom, taken off his pants and put a pair on. He was surprised at how soft and smooth and comfortable they felt on him. He put his pants back on and decided to work through lunch. The feeling of the silky fabric around his crotch gave him a sense of energy and well-being, making him feel like he could work for days on end. It was shortly after lunch when he was introduced to Morgana. His supervisor brought over this pretty blonde. "Ken, this is our new worker, Morgana. You'll be handling her orientation." Ken was a bit surprised. Usually new hires were put through their paces by more experienced workers, but he didn't question it. Morgana was a beautiful woman whose features could best be described as elfin, with hair the color of straw. Ken introduced himself, then took her around, showing her where everything was in the building. After the tour, he sat her down in front of a window and guided her through a few customers. During a brief break, she looked up at him and asked, "Ken, maybe I'm being forward, but do you want to go out and get some coffee after work?" Ken was stunned. Here he was trying to figure out a way to ask her out, and she goes and asks him. It took him only a few seconds before he said, "I'd like that. I'd like it a lot." So after work that day, they went out to the local cafe and had some coffee and snacks while discussing nothing in particular. Ken was wondering whether or not she might be interested in a more physical relationship when she asked, "Ken, would you like to go somewhere more private and really get to know each other more intimately?" It took Ken a few seconds before he finally asked, "Why?" "Well, that's not exactly the response I was hoping for. Don't you like me? Think I'm sexy?" "I think you're very sexy. I'm just wondering why you seem so eager to be with me. I'm a small man, slight of build. Some people have even commented that I'd make a cute girl if I tried. I'm not exactly a first-class catch." "Well, actually, Ken, it's your delicate features that attracted me to you in the first place. I'm bi-sexual with a heavy tendency towards women. Your almost female appearance gave me a sexual rush the first time I saw you. Then I spent the day with you and found you to be a caring, compassionate, patient man, and that made me want you all the more. You're everything I want in a man. The only thing that would make you any more perfect would be..." "What?" "Nothing." "Come on. Tell me." "It's just this fantasy I've got. Problem is, it scares most men off." "Give me a chance. Worst happens is that I just say no." "No worst happens is that you think I'm an utter weirdo just for proposing the idea and never want to see me again." "Never happen." "You say that now, but if I tell you..." "Give me a chance." "Alright. It's just that I've always had this fantasy of having a guy who'd let me..." "Yes?" "Who'd let me dress him up as a girl. Who'd let me train him to be my best girlfriend as well as my lover. I can see by the look on your face that you're shocked. Let's just forget I ever mentioned it." "No, let's not. Morgana, I'm not shocked because of what you're proposing, but because," Ken dropped his voice, "I'd like to try something like that. I've recently discovered an urge to indulge the woman within by dressing up and being as much the woman as I can be." "Really? Do you have any women's clothes? Do you dress at all?" "I just have a couple pair of panties." He dropped his voice to where it could barely be heard. "I'm wearing a pair now." "Really?" Morgana was breathing heavily. "Ken, when my last roommate moved out, she left most of her clothes. I think you and she are about the same size. Would you like to come back to my place and really play some serious dress-up?" Ken thought about it, his own excitement growing as fast as Morgana's was. He barely managed to whisper, "Yes." Morgana leaned over and kissed him. She then stood both of them up and walked him to the bus stop, kissing and hugging him along the way. They got back to her building and Morgana all but dragged him into the apartment. She pulled him into one of the bedrooms where there were some packed boxes off to one side. As Morgana opened one of the boxes, she commented, "My roommate moved out a while ago. I suppose I should've dumped this stuff off on goodwill when she did, but I never got around to it. I never thought I'd be so lucky to have procrastinated all this time." Ken looked into the box. It was filled with what seemed to be very expensive stuff ranging from lingerie to dress suits, to dresses and skirts. "Your roommate left this stuff behind? Seems like an awful lot of expensive stuff to just leave behind." "She left to get married to a very rich man. She felt she wouldn't need these anymore. Lucky us. Unless... you've reconsidered?" "No, but let's get started before I do." "Let me see you in just your panties. If there's a matching bra in here, then we'll put you in that. Otherwise, we'll get you into a matching set." Ken quickly stripped down into his panties. There was indeed a matching bra in the box of clothes, and Morgana slipped the bra on around his torso, stuffing it with spare panties. She then went through the rest of the stuff, pulling out a short dress, a slip, stockings, and some heels. They quickly dressed him in the clothes she selected. She then sat him down and used some make-up that she fished out of the bottom of the box to pretty him up. When she finished, she turned him to the mirror. Ken was astounded at the girl looking back at him. With the exception of his hair, there was no trace of any guy in that mirror. "I look beautiful." "Yes, you do. Wait here." Morgana ran from the room, only to return a few seconds later carrying a blonde wig. "I had this from a Halloween costume last year." She put it on his head carefully positioning it, and, just like that, Ken was gone, and only a woman's reflection remained. While he was staring at the new him in the mirror, Morgana reached around and gently fondled his "breasts". "So what do you want to call her? We can't very well call such a feminine creature Ken." Ken thought about it and said, "Kira. When I'm like this, call me Kira." "Kira it is." Morgana leaned forward and kissed Kira on the cheek. "So, Kira, would you like to try some lesbian sex?" Kira stood, turned, and pulled Morgana close, kissing her deeply. "As soon as possible, beautiful." Morgana reached under her skirt and pulled her panties down, letting them fall to the ground. She then reached under Kira's dress and pulled his panties down just enough to free his dick. While stepping out of her panties, she kissed Kira, pushing them both back towards the bed. Kira fell back on the bed, pulling Morgana on top of him. They kissed for a bit before Morgana spun around so that her head was above Kira's crotch, and her crotch was above Kira's face. Kira deftly slid his face under Morgana's skirt while feeling his dick slide into his lover's mouth. He happily licked at her while she sucked on him. He also felt her weight on his breasts and found himself wishing they were real, both for himself and for her. It was imagining how good a pair of his own breasts would feel that pushed him over the edge and into orgasm, spraying into her mouth. He plastered his lips to her cunt and licked voraciously through his orgasm, pushing her over the edge and into an orgasm of her own. She rolled off of him and lay beside him, panting heavily. "God, that was great. For a guy, you're a great cunt-licker. Not quite as good as some of my girlfriends that I've been with, but you are good." "Thank you. Morgana, would you teach me to be as good as a girl? I'd like Kira to be as much a girl as possible." "Of course, dearie. I'll help you be as much the woman as you want to be." "Thanks." "I notice you still have a hard-on. Have you always had this much endurance?" "Not really. It must be all the excitement of being in drag." "Would you like to try something a little more radical?" "Like what?" "Like sex... as a girl?" "As a girl?" "Kira... Ken, I know boys sometime experiment a bit. Have you ever had a dick inside you? Been fucked?" Thinking of his experience with the she-male the night before, he replied, "Once." "Would you like to try something similar now?" Disappointment and sadness evident in his voice, he said, "If some big, burly guy steps out thinking of fucking me-" Interrupting him, Morgana said, "No! That's not what I'm proposing at all! I told you, I don't go in for that kind of guy. Ken, I was thinking of putting on my strap-on, and using it on you. If you don't want to, either now or ever, just say so, but, Kira, I will never expect you, much less force you, to engage in sex with anyone you don't want to." Kira thought about it. He was a bit surprised that he wasn't more hesitant over the idea, but the concept of getting fucked in the ass by his girlfriend was actually exciting him more than he thought it would. "Yes, get out your dildo and make a woman out of me." Morgana smiled. She leaned over and kissed the tip of Kira's dick, then leapt off the bed, running out of the room. She returned only seconds later carrying a plastic cock with straps hanging from it. "If you don't mind, I'd like to be nude, but I want you to remain in Kira's garb." "I wouldn't have it any other way." Morgana quickly shucked out of her clothes, then put on the fake dick. Then, almost guiltily, she said, "I forgot something for lubrication." Kira moved to the edge of the bed. "Bring yourself over here." Morgana walked over to the edge of the bed, her strap-on bouncing in front of her. Kira took the "dick" in hand and sucked it into his mouth. Morgana moved back and forth a bit, then tried to pull out, thinking that he would only get her wet enough for lubrication purposes, but Kira wouldn't let her go. He let the plastic dick out of his mouth only long enough to say, "I want to suck my girlfriend's dick until she cums in my mouth." Morgana started plunging in and out of Kira's mouth, saying, "Oh, god, better than I could ever hope." She continued to fuck Kira's face, with the womanly man sucking and rubbing the dildo most sensuously against her clit until Morgana screamed and came. After she came, Kira let the dildo out of his mouth. "I hope you're not going to go soft on me. I'd hate to think that you were going to leave this girl hanging." Morgana reached down and stroked Kira's breast. "Baby, I'm never gonna get soft around you. You're just too hot." Kira winked at her. "Prove it." "Move that cute ass of yours over to the edge of the bed and I will." Kira slid his ass over to the edge of the bed, hanging his legs off the edge of the bed. Morgana got between them and said, "Lift your legs to your chest." Kira lifted his legs up and pulled them down to his breast. Morgana put the tip of her dildo into his ass and asked, "Ready?" "More ready than you'll ever know. Do it." Morgana grabbed Kira's hips and jammed the dildo into his ass. Kira gasped in pleasure/pain. The dildo was larger than the transsexual's equipment had been, so he definitely felt it, but he loved it from the first stroke. The pain of being opened wider than he had ever been before soon gave way to a needy throbbing. He wanted more. And more and more. And he begged his new girlfriend for it, to which she happily obliged him, ramming as deep and as hard as she could on every stroke. It was only seconds later before Kira came, spraying cum on his new pretty clothes. Surprisingly, even after two cums, he had lost none of his hardness, and begged for more, but this time Morgana pulled out. Kira whimpered a little, but she said, "I'm not going to leave you hanging, but it's my turn to receive. Drop your legs." Kira obeyed her and she took his dick in hand and straddled his hips. The dildo still blocked her cunt, but her asshole was open and she put him in there and sat down on him. Kira reached up and stroked her as she bounced up and down, lovingly rubbing as much as he could of her until they came together. They snuggled up together and fell asleep, almost too tired to kiss. It was a couple hours later that Morgana woke up, feeling the emptiness of the bed beside her. She sat up and saw Kira sitting on the edge of the windowsill, staring out the window to the world beyond. It was starting to get dark outside, but even in the waning light of dusk, she could tell from the tear streaks on his face that he had been crying. She got up and fearfully said, "Ken, are you okay? If you regretted anything we did tonight, I'd never forgive myself." "No, that's not it. I loved what we did. I want every night to be like tonight." "Then... why the tears?" "Because it's got to end. Tomorrow, even if only for work, I'm going to have to go back to being Ken. And I don't want to be Ken anymore. I want to be Kira full-time. I want real breasts. I want to really be Kira." "Ken... Kira, do you want to go all the way? Get a cunt like a woman?" "No. I want to really be like I was pretending to be tonight. Female everywhere except down there. But it's nothing more than a dream." "It doesn't have to be. I check these things, Kira. The bank has a protection policy for transgendered people. As long as you look presentable for your job, they won't fire you. And to be honest, you look good as a man, but fantastic as a woman." "You sure?" "Very." "But... I don't think I could do this alone." "So don't. Move in here with me. I'll teach you to be a woman in the day, and a woman lover during the night." "You'd do that for me?" "And then some." Kira leapt into Morgana's arms, happier than "she" had ever been in her life. ***** Later that day, Roosevelt got home from work. He had been the "Bridge Shift" manager today, working from 12 to 8, part morning shift, part evening. It had been a pretty light day, and Roosevelt was looking forward to just sitting back. Alas, it was not to be. As soon as he walked through the door, he saw his wife sitting judgmentally in the entry way. He expected her to launch into some diatribe about being late or early or something else like she usually did. Instead, she looked him right in his eyes and said, "Were you going through my underwear earlier?" Roosevelt blanched. He didn't know why he had done it, but this morning, he had watched Toni get dressed and wondered what it would be like to wear clothes like she had, particularly her underwear. He had tried to ignore the feelings, but it just got too powerful, so after Toni had left, he had snuck into her lingerie drawer and looked through it. He had taken one pair of panties, the laciest pair he could find, and tried to carefully replace the others so as not to be noticed. Apparently, he had failed. When he didn't say anything, Toni asked, "You took my best pair of panties. Did you take them to give them to some chippie?" "No! I'd never cheat on you." Sarcastically, she said, "So you stole them to wear for yourself?" Roosevelt looked away shamefully. "Oh, my god, that's it! You're dressing like some freak?" "It's not like that." "Prove it to me. Drop your pants and let me see what you're wearing." "Honey-" "Do it!" Roosevelt sighed and unbuttoned his pants, exposing the top of Toni's panties that he was wearing. She turned away, said, "I almost wish you had been cheating," and walked off. Roosevelt stood there, wondering what to do, when he noticed a single manila envelope in the stack of mail on the end table. It was addressed to him and had no return address. In fact, it had no postmark, which meant it had been hand delivered rather than sent through the postal service. He opened the envelope and pulled out the contents, a single unlabeled bottle. Despite the fact that there were no instructions or notes, Roosevelt knew just what to do with it. He went to the mini-bar they had, poured a couple glasses of scotch, and dumped the contents of the bottle into one of them. As soon as the liquid mixed into the scotch, it darkened briefly before returning to its normal color. He picked up the glasses and went to the den where he was sure that Toni had retreated to. Sure enough, Toni was sitting in the plush chair in the corner of the room, head down and brow furrowed in thought. He stepped into the room. "Toni?" Angrily, she asked, "What do you want?" He walked over to her, holding the doctored drink out in front of him. "I made up some drinks. I thought we could talk about this." She took the drink and downed it in one gulp. "What's to talk about? You're dressing in women's clothes." He knelt beside her. "Toni, I'm scared for us. Look at us. With the exception of the time we spend sleeping, we spend more time arguing than we do even just being with each other. I don't want us breaking up, but if something didn't happen, that's what's going to happen. I just wanted to know what it was like to be in your shoes. I figured if I knew where you were coming from, then maybe it'd bring us back together." "Wearing my panties?" she asked, clearly doubtful of the wisdom of his actions. "Maybe not the best way I could think of to learn what it was like to be you, but I was desperate." He put his hand tenderly on her arm. "Toe-toe," he said, using the cutesy pet name he had given her before their marriage, "I miss... us. I miss being together. I just want us to be right again." Toni looked into her husband's eyes, feeling more attraction for him than she had felt in a very long time. And more than that, she was feeling arousal. It was strange, but since shortly after she had drank the scotch he had brought her, she had been seeing Roosevelt in her panties, and it had been turning her on! She leaned over and kissed him. After a few seconds, she asked him, "Can I see you in them? See you in my panties?" "Of course." He stood up and fully undid his pants, letting them drop to the floor. "Take off your shirt, too." Then, with a tone that seemed almost as if she were trying to justify her request, she said, "It's in the way, blocking my view." Roosevelt just smiled and took off his shirt and the undershirt beneath it. He then stood up tall, his pants around his ankles, with the lacy wisp of fabric around his crotch. Toni reached out and stroked his cock through the panties, getting an almost instantaneous hardening of his dick. She licked her lips with desire. She looked up at him and asked, "How serious are you about learning what I go through? What are you willing to do?" "I'm willing to do anything to bring us closer together." She smiled. "Take off everything but your panties and wait here." Toni leapt from the chair and ran from the room. Roosevelt did as instructed and waited, standing in nothing but the panties. Toni returned in only a little bit, carrying a corset. "I wore this on my wedding. I figure since I started our life together with it, you can start learning about being me with it." Roosevelt grinned. Maybe he should've been more hesitant about wearing a corset, but he and his wife were getting along better than they had in years, and that made it all worth it. He went to his wife, meeting her half way across the room. He helped get himself into it, saying, "It's a little small." "It is my size. If you want, we can get one for your larger body." She had only been playfully teasing, but Roosevelt thought that nothing could sound better than a corset of his very own to wear. She laced him in as snugly as she could, then stepped back. "Not bad. You actually look kind of sexy in that." "I want to see." Toni led him to the mirror in the bathroom. He looked at himself, posing a bit and running his hands down his body. "What do you think?" she asked. "I think... I really do want one of my own." "Really? 'Cause you do look sexy in it." Roosevelt continued to model his new look until Toni said, "Rose," his old pet name, "I want you." He turned to her and pulled her to him, kissing her deeply, yet tenderly. He then let her step back and helped her undress. When she was standing before him nude, he flipped the toilet seat down and gently sat her down on the edge of it. He then got on his knees between her legs and gently started licking her cunt. Toni was surprised. Before, Roosevelt had never been much interested in foreplay, but now he leapt into it with passion, not only licking her, but responding to her verbal prompts. When she said things like "Softer" or "Faster" or "Move higher", he responded instantly, doing what made her feel good. She leaned back, took her own breasts in hand and gazed down at him. She'd never have thought so before it happened, but seeing her big, strong husband clad in a corset and panties and on his knees licking her out was almost more exciting than the act of sex itself. She moaned, "Oh, yes, Rose, that's so good." She was surprised when he looked up at her and in a girlish falsetto said, "When I'm dressed like this, call me Rosa." Toni didn't question it, nor did she even question why she didn't question it. She only thought it was cute (and a little exciting) that he was asking for a woman's name for when he was dressed. She told him, "Rosa, I like the new you," then shuddered and came all over his face. She was weak after orgasm, but he didn't seem to mind. He stood up, gently lifted her into his arms, and carried her to the bedroom. He set her on the bed then sat beside her. He took her breasts in hand and gently fondled them as she recovered from her earlier orgasm. Finally, she leaned over and went for his dick. He had grown too hard and the panties were too small for her to pull the elastic down, so instead she pushed his dick through one of the leg holes, pulling the panties up from him. She knew that the panties were being hopelessly stretched and would probably never fit her right again, but that didn't matter. She had already begun thinking of them as his panties, and as a tool for bringing them together. If they became stretched out in that goal, so what? She took his dick into her mouth and sucked on it, loving the taste of him, as well as the feel of the panties rubbing against her face. She tickled his balls as she knew he liked and rubbed his pantied rear. It took longer than she thought it would, but eventually "Rosa" bucked his hips and came, spraying his seed into her waiting mouth. She looked up at him and, with a bit of cum at the side of her mouth, she smiled. He put his hands under her arms and lifted her to him, kissing her and cleaning the cum from her face. Toni expected them to lie down together and go to sleep. It was a bit of a sticky point in their marriage. Roosevelt was usually only good for one cum, and many times he failed to get her off before cumming himself. But this time, he looked at her, need plainly evident in his eyes, and said, "I still need you." She looked down, amazed to see that Roosevelt's dick was still rock hard under the edge of his panties. She took it in hand and said, "I need you, too." She laid back on the bed and guided his cock to her waiting cunt. He laid atop her and slowly moved himself inside her. She wrapped her arms around him, grasping his buttocks and pulling him into her. She loved the feel of the corset and panties on him and resolved then and there that during any further sex, he'd be wearing feminine garments or there would be no further sex. She felt a bit guilty about that, but it was how she felt. But Roosevelt felt the same way. He loved the silky fabric rubbing on his rear end and the tight feeling of the corset around his mid-section. He'd perform for his wife without them if she wanted, but if he could talk her into it, Rosa would be spending a lot more time in their lives. Rosa fucked his wife, gliding in and out of her until she came in orgasm. This once more surprised Toni. Roosevelt was always a bit of a "quick trigger", cumming long before she did, but here was another reason for Toni wanting Rosa around more. She had been sucked through one orgasm, fucked through another, and now he was fucking her into more. She experienced a third, then rapidly a fourth and a fifth, then she stopped keeping track as she experienced her first multiple orgasm. While she was cumming, Rosa had his cum, and they screamed together in their simultaneous orgasm. After their cum, they lay together, hugging and cuddling. Then Rosa broached the subject both wondered about. "Toni, hun, would you mind terribly if we did this more? Dressed me up for sex? If you don't want me to, I won't, but..." "No, I want it. I over-reacted before. This was incredible. If letting you be Rosa is what it takes to bring us back together, then Rosa is welcome any time." Roosevelt couldn't help but smile as they fell asleep together. ***** Lillith got the mail from the mailbox and went inside. "Bill?" she called out. Bill stepped out from the bedroom, still dressed in the dress she had put him in earlier. He struck as feminine a pose as he could and said, "Only Billie here." Lillith tossed the mail on the table and tackled her lover, pushing him back into the bedroom. She never noticed the single manila envelope that slid off the stack and fell behind the table. A single envelope without a return address, sent to Bill, and without a postmark, like it had been hand-delivered to her mailbox. ***** ONE MONTH LATER... Bill, on all days, was now wearing panties. After only a couple days, he had decided he didn't like men's underwear anymore and had thrown out all his old stuff. Now, wherever he was, he was wearing panties, and often a bra. He never filled the cups (at least out of the apartment), but he seemed to miss the feeling of those straps around his chest. At home, Bill was seen much less than Billie. Over the last month, Bill had spent most of his income on clothes for his feminine alter ego. He was still afraid of going out in public, but that didn't seem to matter much. Lillith had also invested in Billie. She came from a rich family and had a trust fund she got a comfortable allowance from. She rarely used it, instead preferring to live on her own merits, but for the sake of their "game", she was willing to dip into her savings. She had bought him breastforms, make-up appropriate for his skin color, and a small collection of jewelry. She had also bought him a corset, but Billie didn't like it much, so it had been relegated to the back of the closet. Roosevelt and his wife had experienced a similar awakening of desire. At home, there was no Roosevelt, only Rosa. Their combined income was nowhere near that of Bill and Lillith, but they had decided to scrimp for the sake of their newfound unity, and, although Rosa's wardrobe was nowhere near that of Billie's, it now consisted of a small collection of panties, stockings, and corsets. Both Roosevelt and Bill had undergone changes that everyone had seemed unaware of. Their faces had rounded and their skin had softened. The fact was, although neither intended to go out en femme, both could've been passable with little effort. But these changes had been so subtle and gradual that no one around them had noticed. Neither had heard much from Ken, who was now Kira full time. Kira had not informed her friends of her decision to undergo an almost complete change to womanhood. She was afraid of how they'd react. Kira had undergone similar changes to the other two, but since he had started so much closer to femininity, the changes were actually less noticeable. She and Morgana had taken all of Ken's clothes and given them to charity. It turned out that all of Morgana's roommate's old clothes fit Kira perfectly, so she now had a wardrobe of beautiful, expensive clothes to wear. And none of them questioned their newfound femininity, although Lillith was beginning to wonder. ***** Bill and Roosevelt were working the closing shift that night. Everyone else had finished their work and headed home, but Roosevelt's car had broken down and Bill had offered to give him a ride home. Bill had finished his work and was waiting in the kitchen. Roosevelt was doing the end of month paperwork and was in the office working with the fax machine and computer to submit the work directly to the main office. Bill was playing a game of solitaire when he heard Roosevelt yell, "Damn it!" "What's wrong?" "Network went down. System's on a total reboot. Gonna be another hour before we get out of here." "Oh, well. I don't got anywhere to be. Lillith's not going to be off till 1 a.m." "Yeah, but my wife's off now, and I want to get home." "I thought you and your wife weren't getting along?" "We... found a way to connect. We're getting along better now than we ever have." Bill heard a thump of flesh on plastic. "Stupid computer." "Can't be helped. Want to play some cards?" There was a noticeable pause before Roosevelt said, "Okay, might as well." Roosevelt came out of the office and the two of them played cards for a while. As they played, Bill came to realize that there was something odd about the way Roosevelt was standing and moving. He stood a little more stiffly than normal, and when he moved, it was almost like his mid-section had been starched into stiffness. Bill wondered what was causing it, and was about to ask about it, when a thought popped into his head. "Roosevelt, are you wearing a corset?" Roosevelt stiffened. Defiantly, he asked, "So what if I am?" "Hey, no judgment here. I was just wondering because you were moving pretty stiffly. I'm surprised you have the guts to come here in that. In public, I've only worn..." "Worn what?" "Worn... panties and stockings under my clothes. Occasionally a bra, too." "You're wearing girl's underwear, too? Go figure." "Ever wear anything more? Dresses or the such?" Speaking with unusual openness, Roosevelt said, "I wish. My wife's clothes won't fit me, not comfortably. I've got a couple of corsets and a bunch of panties and pairs of stockings, but... we stretched ourselves pretty thin just to get those. I'd like to see myself dressed, but it's not going to happen any time soon. What about you? You and your girlfriend are about the same size. You ever get dressed up in her clothes?" "Well, that's how it started. Now, thanks to Lillith's generosity, I have a wardrobe of my own. Nothing huge, but enough for now. Truth be told, at home, I'm dressed up all the time." "I wish I could see that." "You really want to?" "Sure. I think you'd look cute." "I've got a set of clothes in my car. Normally, I'll change outside my home then make a quick run to the apartment." "Why not just change when you get inside?" "I wanted to see if I could get up enough nerve to go out in public. Never have managed anything more than straight from the car to the apartment. I don't think I could even manage that if it weren't for the fact that it hyper-excites Lillith so much." "But you're willing to do it for me?" "If you're willing to let me see you in just your girlie clothes. Whatever you've got on is fine." Roosevelt thought about it for a second then said, "I don't know why, but the thought of seeing you in girl clothes is really exciting me." "Same here. So is that a yes?" "Yeah." "I'll need the keys." Roosevelt handed the keys to the door to Bill, and Bill ran out to his car. He returned carrying a large and rather full bag. He went right into the bathroom and started changing clothes. When he got out, he heard Roosevelt on the phone. From the brief snippet he heard, it sounded like Roosevelt was letting his wife know that he was going to be home late. Bill stepped into the area behind a counter. He was dressed in a simple blouse and skirt combo. Underneath that, he had a half-slip, bra, and panties. He had his breastforms in, and had brushed his hair in a feminine wave. He had a little make-up on, some lipstick, blush, and a little mascara. On his feet were little socks with cute, cotton-ball looking tufts of fabric at the back of the ankles. Roosevelt whistled appreciatively. "You look great. Real passable. If I didn't know better, I'd say you were the real thing." "Really? I never felt real passable." "Well, you look great to me. The only thing I could think of that'd make you more passable would be heels and stockings. Maybe some pierced ears." "Well, I don't bring stockings to work. I can't change into them in the car, so I don't bother. I do prefer them though, so as soon as I get home, I'll change into them. I don't bring heels for pretty much the same reason. No point in wearing them just for the trip from the car to the door." "You should put on a pair of stockings before work and wear them under all your other clothes. No one will notice. Trust me. With the exception of showers, I haven't been out of a pair of stockings in weeks." "I tried that once. Between the stockings, socks to cover them, the heavyweight fabric of the pants we wear, and the heat in the kitchen, I just get too hot, and I don't mean sexual hot. I guess you can get away with it since you work mostly with counter crew and in the office. But speaking of you in stockings, I do believe you promised me a peek." Roosevelt took off his shoes, then unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it from his pants. Underneath, Billie saw the top of a corset that curved Roosevelt's torso and gave him the illusion of very tiny breasts. As he dropped his pants, Roosevelt said, "Normally I don't wear a corset to work. Originally my wife and I planned to take it off before I left for work, but she had to work late, and I had to come in before she got home." Roosevelt stepped from his pants and stood straight. He was now wearing nothing more than his corset, panties, stockings, and socks. "Well, what do you think?" "I think you look sexy. I tried wearing a corset once. Too damn tight for me." Roosevelt rubbed the corset around his midsection. "I always liked tight clothes. After the first time my wife put me in a corset, I was addicted. I just wish I could afford to go all out like you do. Looking at you, I think I'll ask my wife to teach me about make-up." "I got to warn you, there's a downside." "What's that?" "Without it, you start feeling naked. When I'm out in public, part of me is wondering whether or not I remembered to take it off, and another part wants to go into the nearest bathroom and put a new layer on." "I still want to try it." Billie grinned. "Don't say I didn't warn you." Roosevelt thought for a few seconds then said, "Bill?" "When I'm dressed like this, call me Billie." "And when I'm dressed, call me Rosa. Can I ask you a question, Billie?" "Sure." "Remember that night at the strip club? Where we all... had sex with that transsexual?" "You mean where we all took it up the ass?" "Well, I was trying not to be so crude, but yeah." "Sure." "Ever feel like doing it again?" "Occasionally. When I do, I ask Lillith to use her dildo on me. Why? You want to do me?" "A little, but I promised my wife I'd never fuck anyone else. I was just wondering because sometimes I get those urges and there's nothing I seem to be able to do about them." "What have you tried?" "When I'm alone, I've tried using things like carrots or knife handles, and it helps, but it's not everything I need." "So what do you do?" "Suffer for a while until the urge passes." "Rough." "Tell me about it." Billie considered his boss's words and asked, "Want me to fuck you? It might hold you over." Rosa considered Billie's offer. "I don't know. I promised my wife I'd never fuck anyone else." "Did you promise not to get fucked by anyone else?" "No, but that seems like too much of a technicality. My wife and I are getting along so well right now. I don't want to screw that up." "Have you ever thought about asking your wife about it? Asking her if she'd get a dildo and use it on you?" Rosa swooned. "God, that sounds so great. I don't think we can swing it right now, but I'm definitely going to be asking my wife about it." Rosa unconsciously rubbed his burgeoning hard-on. Billie noticed the action and licked his lips. "Think your wife would object if I gave your dick a few licks?" "Are you offering to give me a blow job?" "I... guess I am." "I don't know if I should, but right now I just can't say no." Billie went to his knees in front of Rosa. He carefully pulled the panties from around his boss's dick, freeing the organ from its silky confines. He could tell on sight that Rosa's cock was much larger than his own, but that didn't deter him in the least. He stuck his tongue out and licked at it like the dick was an ice cream cone. Rosa moaned and bucked his hips toward Billie. The younger cross-dresser quickly obliged him by opening his mouth and sucking Rosa in. Rosa continued to pump his hips back and forth a bit until he looked down on Billie. Intellectually, Rosa knew it was a guy on his knees before him, but, looking down, all he saw was this beautiful white girl on her knees giving him huge amounts of pleasure, and he felt a bit guilty that he wasn't returning the favor. He pressed forward, and without removing his dick from Billie's mouth, placed his employee on his back, with his own head over Billie's crotch. He pulled Billie's skirt and slip out of the way, then pulled Billie's panties down, freeing the cock within. Not even hesitating (or even questioning why he wasn't hesitating) Rosa sucked Billie's cock into his mouth. Rosa had never sucked a cock before, but Billie was doing such a good job on him, that he figured that the younger crossdresser knew what he was doing and Rosa mimicked his actions. What he didn't know was that Billie had never had a real cock in his mouth either. Billie's cock sucking experience was limited to the times he had played sucking games on Lillith's dildoes. Both were moving on instinct, and that seemed to be more than enough. They moved together, their heads moving up and down on each other, until each had their orgasm, dumping a copious load of semen down the other's throat. When they were finished with their first cum, Rosa got up on his knees, saying, "Oh, god, look at me. I'm still rock hard!" Billie looked at his boss's cock, and indeed it was rock hard as though it had never cum. Billie knew exactly what Rosa was going through. His own cock was rock hard and jutting straight out from his loins. Neither mentioned it, but this had been standard procedure since the night they had spent with Sally. If they got excited, two orgasms was the minimum they had to go through before getting soft, and both had gone through times where three or four orgasms weren't uncommon. Rosa, Toni, and Billie all attributed the new endurance to the extra sexual boost of their new games, and although Lillith had started that way, she was beginning to suspect something else. But, at that moment, neither of the men cared where their needs came from, just that they had hard-ons like steel and they needed relief. Billie reached up and stroked Rosa's member. "Why don't you slide this back into my mouth, and we'll see what we can do about that." "No. I want you inside me, inside my ass." Billie sat up. "Are you sure? Aren't you worried about what your wife might say?" "A little." Rosa pulled his panties from around his ass. "But I can't help it." He got on his hands and knees, pointing his ass to Billie. "I need to be filled." Billie got up on his knees behind Rosa. "You ready?" "Yes. Do it!" Billie took a few seconds to admire Rosa's firm, round buttocks and chocolate complexion before sliding his dick into Rosa's ass. Rosa moaned, "Oh, god, yes, I needed this!" Billie slid his hands around Rosa's body. He took Rosa's dick and one of the corset cups in hand and stroked each. "You like that, Rosa? You like being my girlfriend?" Rosa softened and deepened his voice, giving it a feminine, but lusty tone. "Yes, lover. Fuck me. Fuck your Rosa." Billie did as Rosa asked, and fucked in and out of his ass while stroking Rosa as sensuously as he could. Rosa hated to admit it, but Billie was better at this than Toni was. He didn't know why, and at this point didn't care, surging backwards in carnal delight. Billie rammed himself as deeply as he could into Rosa, and soon Billie slammed deeply in, spraying deep into Rosa's bowels, and as soon as Rosa felt Billie's warmth filling his bowels he orgasmed, too. Rosa collapsed forward onto his belly, Billie sliding out in the process. Billie sat cross-legged beside his boss. Rosa rolled onto his side. He reached up and stroked Billie's leg. "God, you're incredible. Where did you learn to fuck guys like that?" "I didn't fuck you like a guy. When I'm dressed as Billie, Lillith treats me different. She holds me and strokes me like I was one of her lesbian lovers. She really makes an effort to treat me like a girl when I'm 'en femme'. I just tried to do the same for you. I hope you liked it." "I loved it. I guess this explains why you were better than Toni. My wife's never been with another woman in her life, at least not sexually." "Speaking of your wife, what are you going to tell her about us? About what we did tonight?" "I don't know. I don't want to lie to her, but I don't know how she'll react to this. I love her, but I'm discovering I have needs she can't fulfill." "So don't lie to her. Tell her the truth. She may surprise you." "And what if she doesn't? What if she hates me for what we've done?" "Then you cross that bridge when it happens. The question is, if your wife made you choose, said, 'Sex only with me, or without me,' what would you choose?" Without any hesitation, Rosa responded, "My wife, if she'll still have me. I love her." "Then I'm sorry if I screwed things up between you." "It's not your fault. I asked for it. I was just so out of control. And you were great." "Thanks." They heard a beeping from inside the office. "Well, there's the sound telling me to get back to work." Rosa got up off the floor and returned to the office while Billie returned to his solitaire game. It was almost an hour later when Rosa came back out of the office, saying, "Finished," and grabbing his pants and shirt. While he was putting on his clothes, he asked, "Are you going to change back to Bill?" "Naw. After dropping you off, I'm just going straight home. I think I'll just stay as is. That way if Lillith is watching as I drive up, she'll get a thrill out of seeing Billie driving." "I just hope my wife turns out to be as open as your girl." "I hope so, too. I wish you the best, but if your wife throws you out, give me a call. You can stay with me." "Thanks." The two went out to Bill's car and drove to Roosevelt's home. As Roosevelt got out, Billie asked, "Want me to wait?" "No. I'll take my chances." "Alright." Billie drove off and Roosevelt went inside. He heard his wife say, "Welcome home, honey. Sorry, I couldn't get off in time to help you out of your corset." "No problem." Toni came out of the kitchen into the hall. "Did anybody notice?" "One person." "I'm sorry. I hope it wasn't too embarrassing." "Actually, the person who noticed... We wound up having sex." Toni stiffened and Roosevelt looked away guiltily. She asked, "Who was she?" "His name is Bill." "His?" "Yeah. It turns out he's a fellow cross-dresser like me. That was how he noticed. We both got dressed up, and talking. One thing led to another and we wound up giving each other blowjobs, and then he fucked me." "He... fucked you? Turn around. Drop your pants." Still not looking at his wife, Roosevelt did as ordered. He felt her finger running up and down the panties outside his crack. "You've got little cum stains here." Roosevelt noticed a difference in her voice. It was heavier, lustier. Roosevelt took a chance and looked