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Where Angels Fear to Tread - Part III Copyright 2001 by A. K. Remenko Preface: This story is told in a series of first person accounts by the parties involved. The story is, of course fiction, but is inspired by a number of personal experiences. Hope you enjoy it. The author welcomes criticism of any kind. ------------- Chapter Seventy-one Darla I was sitting in the office reflecting on recent events and on balance things could be worse. Paula walked in and interrupted my reverie. "Morning Phil" she said, then asked, "gotta minute?" I motioned to the chair next to my desk. She continued, "Phil I, that is we, the other girls in the office want to ask you something. We think you're just super and wouldn't want to offend you or make you feel uncomfortable or anything, so if you say no we'll understand. The thing is we're having a baby shower for Melanie Jarvis and we all think it would be nice if you came too." She continued, "We're all kicking in for a nice gift certificate and taking her out to dinner. None of the guys uh, that is none of the other guys are invited but we think you're special and we'd love it if you came. We're all getting just smaller gifts in addition to the group gift so it won't cost a lot and we'll have a nice dinner together. Would you consider it?" Pam had me brown bagging it to save money after my pay cut so I ate lunch with the girls in the office every day. They had been very gracious and included me in the conversation literally from the first day. Wow, how could I say no? Besides I didn't want to say no; the guys in the office had basically shunned me when I started becoming more feminine looking. The girls were my buddies now. Screw the guys! I told Paula I'd be delighted to attend and I was not upset I was pleased and flattered that they thought enough of me to extend me the invitation. Paula looked relieved and pleased and she told me she'd convey my response to the other girl just the way I'd phrased it. Chapter Seventy-two Darla If I thought that was the end of gender issues for awhile I was sadly mistaken. About a week later Paula stopped in at 10:00 AM and invited me to an early, and what turned out to be long, lunch. That was weird. I considered what it might be about. I was wearing contact lenses all the time and for quite a while now so the feminine eyebrows were very obvious. Still, if that was it, something would have been said sooner especially since I started using a touch of mascara every day at about the same time. (I just didn't like the way I looked without it.) Well, no point in speculating; I'd get the scoop at lunch. If was being fired they sure wouldn't have Paula do it so what did I really have to fear that I wasn't facing already? We got to the restaurant at 11:00 that Tuesday and were seated in a secluded corner table with a "reserved" sign that was removed as we were seated. The waiter came over and asked if we'd like a drink and Paula insisted we should. Whoa. I hadn't had a drink at lunch in ages and I knew Paula never did. We chatted until the drinks came and after the waiter left she got down to business. "Phil Miller, you are a great guy and have far more friends than you think. What I'm about to tell you isn't meant to hurt you but too help you. This is going to be very tough on me so I kind of planned out what to say and how to say it. It would be so much easier if you allowed me to finish and not say anything 'til I do. OK?" I nodded my acquiescence. Paula launched into it. "Well, the real reason, at first, to invite you out to lunch was I was told to last week. One of the guys has a prospect group coming in and got nervous as to how that group might react to your oh appearance. You are adopting a more feminine style dear." "Then last week the you-know-what hit the fan." She held my hand. "Phil honey, you were seated on the potty and your panties slipped down and one of the guys saw them under the stall door." She paused and I swallowed, hard. "Well he mentioned this to others and it kind of got around; men can be such insensitive jackasses, not you of course. Anyway, there was a lot of name calling; behind your back a lot of the guys call you 'Alice' and some not-so-nice other things." "Now the girls and I want you to know that we think you're just super. You're the best boss we ever had and have made a lot of improvements to the operation. The customers are thrilled. It's just this male macho ego thing on the part of the guys that's the problem. A lot of them complained to the partners about well, you know someone who is not real masculine looking and well you know some of the guys are ballistic homophobes and you in panties the men's room this is so tough you know where I'm going here right?" Indeed I did; the guys didn't want to go in the men's room with some sissy faggot. "There was this big thing about getting rid of you. We got wind of it, the girls that is, and we, as well as a couple of the guys, thought it was unfair. I didn't know what to do, this is the really hard part, so I called Pam." Oh man! Visions of a lot of things crossed my mind. "Pam told me about your uh hobby so, short version, we know about Darla." Not ALL about Darla I hoped. "Now don't be angry with Pam for not saying anything to you about our conversation. I swore her to secrecy because I wasn't sure what would happen. There was this big meeting and your friends pushed for some sort of compromise; there's no question that you do a good job." "Well, after a lot of haggling we came up with something and I sort of volunteered to talk to you to see if you thought it was workable if you'd go along with it. It was tricky because some of the girls weren't happy with a few things either." "Anyway here's the deal since we insisted on politeness and professionalism above all there will be no more name calling. If the guys are uptight about your name we agreed they'd just address you as 'Miller'. The girls are all good with 'Darla' if that's OK with you. The REALLY hard part was the restroom thing. Some of the chauvinist macho types absolutely refused to go along with you using the men's room, some of the partners included." "A few of the girls, just a few, were nervous about you using the ladies room." She reached into her purse and took out a little yellow arrow. "This is a refrigerator magnet that'll stick to the steel door frame of the ladies room. You'll use the ladies room. When you go in, turn the arrow down and the girls who don't want to be in there when you are will know you're in. When you leave, turn it back up. The rest of us, who aren't concerned, can use it anytime. What do you think?" I was speechless. I was of course gratified that so many of my female colleagues were so supportive and not very surprised by the guys' reaction. However now Darla was "out" at work and I wasn't sure what to do. In the short run I decided it was smart to accept the offer and see what developed. So, I did. Chapter Seventy-two Cheryl I finally got a chance to talk to Pam on the phone this week; she's very hard to reach these days. She told me about Darla's little episode at work. So far so good I guess. I asked her what her plans were with Eric relative to Darla and all. "I'm not sure; Eric has concerns about the 'jealous husband' thing. I tried to explain about Darla but he's just not familiar with the lifestyle," she said. I offered a possible solution, "Have Eric meet Darla when he picks you up for a date! Arrange with Vince to take Darla out the same night and set it up so Eric gets there say a half-hour sooner than Vince does. Darla can't very well complain about your having a date with a guy when she does too. It'll break the ice gently." "I like it Cheryl, I like it" she replied. "It'll be tricky with Eric's schedule but I'll bet I can swing it. Thanks for the suggestion Cheryl, you're a doll." I caught her up on the Cancun trip with Lexi; we had a great time. Hell I even danced with George a few times. It was very romantic, although Ted and Greg were a little jealous. Good. Chapter Seventy-three Pam I talked to Eric and Vince about Cheryl's idea and it's a go. I just have to work out the details and figure out the right way to prepare Darla for this. It'll be tricky the first time I guess but Cheryl's method should lessen the impact. Darla told me about the baby shower and asked me to help her shop for a shower gift but I'm way too busy for that. Seems like all I do is work, school and sleep. Made a lot of nice friends at law school but a lot of it is real drudgery. If they weren't so understanding and helpful at the office I'd never make it. Darla started wearing a little more makeup to work but she's forever whining about her beard. It's not particularly heavy, but she has to take an electric razor to work to hit it again in the afternoon. Cheryl once mentioned electrolysis to me but I never really considered it before. If Darla got the sideburn area, the mustache and the chin done she'd probably be good to go. Pricey, but if I have to listen to her snivel about it anymore I'll go crazy. Dimwit forgot to stop at the cleaners the other day for my dress and suit and her shirts. She got behind and didn't have time to wash and iron shirts due to a few late nights at work. She had to wear a blouse to work; it was a little puffy in the sleeves but white and plain so it was probably OK. I told her to wear a pair of girl's slacks with it but the little woosie wouldn't. She is wearing nicer earrings though, nothing flashy but nice. I got tired of looking at those posts all the time. I bet more than a few at her office got a little chuckle. I've decided I'm not staying at Eric's the first night Darla meets him. We'll go there of course but I plan on getting home real late so there's no question that we weren't at a club or something. I should also get my underwear good and messy for Darla to find. Chapter Seventy-four Lexi Darla has seemed different lately. I think she's a little bored with the same old club scene and the same guys all the time. The gurl definitely craves the excitement of new things but I don't know what to tell her. A couple of guys have tried to become regular boyfriends but she doesn't appear to be interested in that; the gurl likes variety. Cheryl told me to call Pam with the name and phone number of the lady who did my electrolysis. Guess Pam is considering it for Darla but I'm not to say anything to Darla about it. I hope Pam does it, Darla will love the results; the process itself is something else again. I sure don't miss THAT. Darla won't need too much though, certainly not as much as I did. That reminds me, I need to go back for some touch up work. Darla said that one of the ladies from work who'd asked about where she got her hair done showed up at the salon last Saturday. I guess Darla was in casual mode but still really "gurl" and kind of embarrassed. She said her friend from work was very nice though and they chatted under the dryer the whole time they sat there. Chapter Seventy-four Darla Paula came in to my office to collect my $10 for the group gift for Melanie and asked me what I was getting for my personal gift so she could put it on the list to avoid duplications. "Well" I replied, " I've never done this before so I'm at a bit of a loss. I asked Pam if she'd go shopping with me but she's so busy with work and school now she doesn't have time." Paula said, "Look, I haven't picked up anything yet either, why don't we go together after work?" What a peach! She continued, "One thing though, God I can't wait 'til we get over this awkward stuff, I told my husband about you and he's OK with it generally; but he'd feel better I'm sure if we were sort of girlfriends when we did it. You know how men can be! How about if you run home, freshen up and throw something on and I pick you up around seven?' "That would be wonderful! Thanks so much, Paula." "No problem Darla. One other thing though, is Pam going to be home tonight? I don't want it getting back to her that you had a woman stop over when she was gone, even if only briefly." I told her that Pam would be home for a while to pack for a business trip she was taking to Milwaukee. "Great," Paula returned, "I wanted to see her anyway to thank her for being so candid and helping me, that is us, over our little speed bump last week. By the way, love the earrings." She left and I went happily back to work. Paula was a bit late in arriving that evening, but not too bad. I let her in the front door. She looked at me and said, "MY don't you look nice. Blouse, and slacks, and a BRA! Isn't that sweet. What size bra do you wear honey? I told her and she responded, "36B, same as me. We have more in common than I could have ever imagined just a few months ago" she chuckled. I called to Pam that Paula was there and she appeared a moment later. Pam and Paula hugged and remarked they hadn't seen each other in some time, some firm social function of mine. Paula thanked Pam for her help and assured her things were smoother at work, which was true. Not perfect, but they were lot better since Paula's, and the other employee's intervention on my behalf. Paula commented on how nice I looked and that Pam must have been an invaluable asset to me. "Oh yes," Pam replied, "we've shared some VERY interesting things together, haven't we dear? Some day we're going to have to fill Paula in on the whole story," this last with a laugh. I hoped that wouldn't be for about 200 years. "You two girls must forgive me, but the airport limo will be here in a little while and I have packing to finish. Paula, keep on eye on Darla, she loves to shop!" Kissing us both on the cheek she whirled away and called over her shoulder, "Have a good time" and was gone. Paula said we'd better get going, so I grabbed my purse and a light jacket and followed her out. She was parked in the street, so I asked if I could drive, neighbors and all. She was very understanding about it. She asked about the places that I went to as Darla, so I told her about the Tclubs and all about my friend Lexi, well not ALL about Lexi. She asked what kinds of things I liked to wear and I remembered that I had some photos in my purse that one of the gurls at the club had taken of me a week before and given to me on Saturday. I mentioned this to her and she said, "You're driving, I'll get them" and opened my purse. Gulp. Too late I remembered something else. The leather purse had been a recent gift from Pam and had come with little extra gifts she called "purse stuffers." So the purse contained, in addition to the photos and makeup and other gurl things, the condoms and lube Pam had put in the purse before wrapping it. God! Was I an idiot or what? I could only hope she wouldn't notice. "Darn, can't see in here" Paula said and flipped on the map light and continued rummaging through my purse. Then, "Oh . Oh my" and a little glance at me and then back to the purse. Finally she said, "Got 'em. And began to look at them. "Oh Darla" she exclaimed, "you look hot! I never would have imagined. The mini, and look at those heels! My husband would call you 'eye candy" even if you are sort of a guy." She continued to scan through the pictures and found a few facial close-ups "And look at that makeup! Do you do your own?" I told her I did and she added, "You're going to have to give me some tips sweetheart. Don would be all over me if I looked like that. Lord knows after being married fifteen years we need a little spice once in a while," she giggled. She returned the photos to the purse and shortly we arrived at the mall. She asked if I went shopping there as a gurl much and I told her I did and never had much of a problem, just the kids sometimes and then not much. I told her I was a regular at some of the stores and got very good treatment. I told her about the clerk at the shoe store the first time with Pam and all she said was "Bitch." The shopping was uneventful. I got the usual few glances but being dressed down, way down for me, it was smooth sailing. Chapter Seventy-five Pam Well electrolysis for Darla is all set. A first consultation appointment has been made and I'm going to make that a surprise. It would be great if it had been done before she met Eric, the more feminine she looked the better, better late than never though. I checked Darla's purse one night and found that some of the condoms and lube were gone so my little sissy's social life was moving along. Done and done with Eric and Vince for my little pre-date introduction plans, I'd also come up with the strategy with Darla, a combination of guilt and what's-the-big-deal would do. Cheryl told me that she was thinking of a surprise birthday party for Lexi and asked me to think of ideas for it. She planned on inviting the other TGurls and some selected guy guests as well. She didn't have to remind me not to say anything to Little Miss Loose Lips. Chapter Seventy-six Cheryl Pam called from out of town to say hi. She'd been talking to Darla earlier to check up on her and found out that Darla was going to the baby shower as a gurl. I guess one woman in the office saw pictures of Darla in "full uniform" and had mentioned how good she looked to others. Since it was going to be a ladies only gathering and not company affiliated it would be OK. Even the guest of honor made a point to assure Darla that it would be perfectly OK. My guess is the women in the office were dying to see what she looked like. Pam warned her that she would NOT have her going to this dinner looking like a streetwalker and told her to get herself a nice dress, very feminine but classy, new shoes (the platform spikes wouldn't do) and an appropriate purse. Since Pam couldn't do it, she asked if I and perhaps Lexi too would take Darla shopping, as Pam didn't trust her to do it on her own. I assured Pam I'd be glad to do it; in fact I had planned on getting something new for myself so I'd take our gurl along. Pam made me promise to make it a department store where there would be lots of people and to make sure she tried on a lot of things. Chapter Seventy-six Lexi Something's up. There is lots of mystery at home, phone calls and such. Bet it's for my birthday. Cheryl loves birthday surprises. The other good news is that Darla seemed to snap out of her lethargy a bit last Saturday. Barbara and Krissy showed up again and we talked to Barbara quite a bit. We now have a new friend to help. Barbara said that she is having a devil of a time getting Krissy to develop a social life of her own. Barbara dates guys (like someone else we know maybe?) and has tried to encourage Krissy to take an interest in men as well. Barbara even had one of her boyfriends bring a guy for Krissy along to Barbara's place one evening. "It didn't work the way I'd hoped" Barbara confided during one of Krissy's absences from the table. "They danced a bit but Krissy seems very shy and uncertain about the whole business. All she seems to ever want to do is take care of the housework and please me. That's wonderful of course, but she's so pretty I hate to see her dying on the vine, so to speak." She continued, "I'm very successful in my career; when I decided to marry I determined that the best husband for me would be someone I could mold into a nice submissive little house-hubby and someone I wouldn't have to worry about running around on me. You gurls know how real men are. I figured that if in addition that person were made very feminine I have the perfect mate." She paused and sighed. "But Krissy is just too introverted; she just stays in the house all day every day. Housework doesn't take that much time. Would you gurls be willing to take her under your wing, help her blossom a bit?" Would we ever! I could see this had Darla's interest. Barbara continued, "I enjoy Krissy's company of course, but places like this have nothing for me and she needs friends of her own, gurls AND guys. She makes me feel guilty sitting at home alone when I go out on a date." Barbara cautioned us not to push too hard or too soon as Krissy was shy and these things would take time. She assured us that she controlled the finances (like we didn't know about that!) and if we incurred any expenses on Krissy's behalf she'd help us out. Krissy returned to the table and the conversation naturally shifted to other topics, though Barbara seemed quiet and pensive. I could tell she was concerned for her gurl. From time to time we got dance invitations which Darla and I accepted but Krissy consistently declined. Eventually Darla and I dragged her to the dance floor and the three of us danced together. She eventually relaxed a bit but it was clear this was going to be work. Chapter Seventy-seven Darla Cheryl took me shopping for my dress on a Saturday afternoon and the mall was packed. We went to an upscale department store and had to wait for some time, as they were very busy, so we cruised the racks and displays. Finally a sales lady came over and apologized for the delay in service. Cheryl assured her that we understood and there was no problem. The lady asked how she could help. Cheryl said, "My friend here is looking for a dress for a special occasion." Cheryl described the kind of thing we were looking for but she wasn't sure about style or color. The sales lady said to me "Don't worry dear we have lots of pretty things and we'll find the one that's just right." What she didn't add was "if it takes all day" which it seemed was what Cheryl had in mind. Lexi was supposed to join us in "boy mode", as she had to work that Saturday but still hadn't appeared. I had never had a dress before so there were all kinds of questions about sizes, what size bra I wore, etc. We started trying on dresses. For while there were two young gurls who would peer out from behind a dress rack every time I emerged from the changing room and duck back giggling. It was no big deal. Getting read on occasion was inevitable and it had long ceased to trouble me. After trying on many dresses, we finally settled on a dark green tailored one that the sales lady said looked great with my hair color. She thought the blonde highlights were very nice. While Cheryl went through the process of paying, "George" appeared. The dress needed some tailoring and we were told it would be ready only a day or two before I needed it. I was also told that I'd have to try it on again to insure everything was OK. We left and grabbed a sandwich at the deli in the mall. I picked up shoes and a purse the next day. I thought I was going to look very nice. Chapter Seventy-eight Paula The gurls at the office were super about Darla regarding the party I though, especially Melanie. She's a very caring and thoughtful person. The dinner party itself went very well. We had a small party room at the restaurant so we had plenty of privacy that, I am sure, put Darla more at ease. Darla (getting used to thinking of her that way now, especially after the party) looked lovely, very feminine I thought. She handled herself well. Get a bunch of hens together, give 'em a few drinks and the conversation inevitably hits husbands, boyfriends and men in general (not necessarily in that order). A few tongues got loosened up and there were several nervous glances at a blushing Darla on occasion, but she was a rock. I'm pretty sure she knew that I'd spotted the condoms and jell in her purse. I wasn't very cool about it but it caught me by surprise. I'm sure, after the sexual innuendoes and subsequent glances at her, that she feared I'd told the others. I am not a gossip and her secret was safe with me; however, she had no way of knowing that. I wasn't about to bring it up because she'd know then that I had seen those things. She is such a dear; I couldn't bear humiliating her that way. She got many compliments on her appearance, especially the dress. Don was very much more at ease when he met Darla at the end of the evening. We were the last to leave and she waited for him to pick me up. On the way home Don even commented, "She sure shakes hands like a girl." The part went a long way toward smoothing things at work. Beth, one of the "resistant crowd" at first, even told Darla that the indicator on the ladies room door wasn't necessary as far as she was concerned. Of course she was a little tipsy at the time so who really knows if it was true. Still, seeing the guy we'd known as Phil in dress, heels, a feminine hairstyle, makeup and nails sure reduced any perceived male threat a great deal. Addressing him as Darla and engaging him, damn it, her in "girl talk" was even more soothing to some I thought. Darla is a sweetheart and very well liked. Chapter Seventy-eight Pam I took Darla to her first electrolysis appointment today for a consultation. The technician said she thought a few months would suffice but we'd have to see how Darla tolerated it. She mentioned to Darla that she needed some growth to work with so she shouldn't shave the day of the appointment. This made Saturday afternoons just about a must. The thought of Darla seeing Bernice for her hair appointment with stubble gave me a laugh. We'd have to change hair appointments to Friday after work. We had to stop on the way home at the drugstore to get my birth control pill prescription refilled. She knew I certainly didn't need them for her so she had been given the first signal of what was to follow. This was also the Saturday night when Eric was to meet Darla so it was a big day all round. Vince was due at 9:00 so I told Eric 8:00 sharp we had a late dinner reservation. Vince had booked the date with Darla but she hadn't told me about it. Didn't want me to know she was whoring around I guess, not that I didn't know already. I had told Darla I was leaving early on Saturday but that was all I told her. She saw me laying out clothes and asked what I was doing. I said, "Dinner date" and she looked crestfallen. The time was at hand. "Darla honey we need to talk," I said and sat her down in the family room. "Darla sweetie, let's face facts. I've been, I believe, very good about this whole thing right? And you haven't been exactly cutting it in the 'man department' for a long time Darla or no. I accidentally dumped your purse the other day and several of the condoms and lube packets are gone." Her eyes dropped to the floor between us. "Darla, tell me honestly. Do you have a date with a man tonight?" Silent nod.. "Well honey, I don't see why I shouldn't have one too. Fair is fair don't you think?" Reluctant nod. "Eric is a very nice man and I want you to meet him so you'll know I'm in good hands and with a gentleman. I want you to look very pretty and very feminine because it will make him feel better. He's a good guy and has been hesitant to date me because he thinks I'm married to another man. But Darla honey, look up at me please dear (her eyes rose slowly to meet mine), we both know that isn't true don't we?" I got a nervous half smile and a twitchy nod. I got up, pulled her to her feet and gave her a big hug. "That's my gurl," I said, "now go get ready and look extra sexy for my date." Darla hugged back and kissed my cheek sweetly. I knew Vince liked 'em looking sultry and Vince owned her ass so I could count on what I wanted. We both busied ourselves with getting ready, with me finishing slightly ahead of her so I poured myself a glass of wine. I planned to have the three of us have a drink together as I had primed Eric to ask Darla a few questions designed so that the answers would help put Eric more at ease. Darla was ready shortly before Eric arrived and I sent her to answer the door when the bell rang. I got there as they came through the foyer and did the introductions. Eric got this sissy, fingers down handshake (nails you know) which obviously registered with him. I suggested drinks in the family room and I went to make them. They walked off with Darla in the lead shaking her rump like a harlot in heat. Eric mouthed a silent "wow" to me over his shoulder. She was dressed to thrill, red spandex mini (I figured Vince would have that bunched up around her waist before the night was over) white sleeveless silk top with her bra clearly visible and the strappy "fuck me" pumps she loved. Her hair was up (first time I'd ever seen that, she had Bernice give her hair extensions along with longer nails) and her makeup was...well I could've sold her for five grand to any pimp in town on the spot. "Scotch Eric?" I called. "Yes please," he replied. I made his scotch on the rocks and Darla's usual rum and coke and went to join them. "Well here we all are," I said as I sat next to Eric. They had been chatting and Eric mentioned that he had told Darla how "damn sexy" she looked. The old Darla blushed, until the new Darla took over and a smile of pure pleasure appeared. Eric was, after all, a hunk. "So Darla," Eric asked, "I guess looking like that you must be going out too, by yourself?" "No," she replied, "I I have a date." "Darla has a date with a MAN (did I overplay that?) tonight" I said smoothly, "don't you Darla honey?" She nodded and smiled. Who's the lucky guy?" Eric queried her. "Uh Vince." "Do you know Vince well?" Eric asked. At this point I had to bite my tongue to keep from absolutely howling with laughter. I thought (but didn't dare say), 'Well Eric baby, in two weeks she sucked a pint of cum out of the guy, after which he bitched her on the floor literally at your very feet and he THEN proceed to fuck her silly for another ten days; yeah, I'd definitely say she knew him well'. Darla said, "pretty well." Pretty well? PRETTY WELL? I thought. Spare me. "Do you date other guys too?" Eric was following the checklist perfectly. Darla limits herself to only the ones with cocks I thought to myself. Darla said, "A few." 'dozen,' I added silently. Eric leaned back, totally relaxed. There would be NO grief from this sissy; he now knew what I had known for a long time. More chitchat, killed the drinks, business was finished. Eric and I left for dinner. He must have said "wow" five times walking down the drive. We got in his car and he pulled me close to him. Eric slipped his arm around me and the car into reverse and backed down the drive. Darla had been watching us from the bay window. Chapter Seventy-nine Lexi Darla turned a few heads on the way into the club with Vince. She looked extra hot with her hair up. Vince was cupping her butt with his hand and she wiggled her bottom like crazy. Her eyes were a little wild and she was breathing hard. She was plenty hot to trot I guessed. The turnout of gurls and TGurl chasers was extra good so Darla had a most appreciative audience. Vince told me later she made him pull over and did him in the car after leaving the first place they stopped at. I definitely believed him. About an hour after Vince and Darla had arrived a guy who evidently knew Vince arrived and came to the table. I'd never seen him before. Vince introduced him as Jeff, probably late 30's I'd guess. Darla was pounding the rum-and-cokes pretty good and Vince sent her to the bar to buy a round. As she walked away I heard Jeff ask Vince "is that the one?" Vince nodded yes and they exchanged smiles. I thought I had hooked myself up good, but as the evening wore on I discovered two things. The guy couldn't hold his liquor AND, far worse, he was a TGurl wannabe. Damn it, I get another one of those. Heaven help me. Could I loan him some clothes and help him dress? Right, just about the time hell froze over. All this I got too late. Sure I could've hustled some guy out to the parking lot for a taste, but that was an old hat. Finally I got to talking to Sheila whom I'd known for a while and we got the gurl-gurl thing rolling; it had been a while since I'd done that and Sheila was cool. We had gotten our hands up each other's skirts and a little glassy eyed. An hour before closing Vince suggested that we all go back to his place. Darla certainly didn't need more to drink and Sheila and I were both ready to get down to business. Chapter Eighty Sheila I hadn't been to Vince's place in ages and should have gone home but Lexi had me really wound up. We were both really dripping and wild horses wouldn't prevent. We weren't there ten minutes before the lights went down. Lexi and I curled up by the fireplace and started I-bet-I-can-make-you-squirt-first while Darla and Vince were on the couch necking. Jeff was in a chair creating some Mexican incense so things got mellow fast. I think Lexi pays more attention to me because I have a rather large clitty. I wish mine was like hers; sometimes I have to wear a second pair of pantyhose (I cut old ones off real short) to stay tucked. While Lexi and I were being good to each other I saw Darla giving Vince head on the couch. When I looked back again her skirt was up around her waist and Vince was working per pantyhose and panties off. About this time Lexi and I both popped so we just lolled around and observed the other three. After the undies were off Darla, Vince slipped on a condom, got Darla on all fours on the floor and got in behind her. He eased his cock in her and started to fuck. Jeff stood up and removed his lacks and shorts and sat don on the couch stroking his cock. Vince was busy doing Darla few feet away and Darla was really starting to move her booty accompanied by some soft mewling and moaning. Jeff motioned to Vince to bring Darla closer so he started to fuck her across the floor toward Jeff. He moved her forward slowly, a little on each thrust, until her head was between Jeff's thighs. Jeff raised her head and rubbed the head of his cock against her lips, which slowly parted. Jeff got his other hand on the back of her head and pushed her mouth down burying himself in her throat. Darla's head started steady up and down motions; Jeff slid lower on the couch to give her better access. The steady slapping of Vince's loins against Darla's ass and the wet sucking sounds Darla made on Jeff seemed unaccountably loud. I guess I was really focused on them. Some time later Jeff and Vince switched places, Vince discarding his condom and Jeff putting one on. Vince was ready first and Darla pumped his cock with her hand while looking over her shoulder watching Jeff preparing to mount her. He went in with a "Nngghhunh" from Darla. Vince swung her head back, started her sucking and the former rhythm was reestablished. As Jeff would fuck into her from the rear her head would be driven forward on to Vince's cock. After a dozen such bounces, she loosened her lip lock on Vince and I heard her pant out a, "uhhhn, uhhhn, uhhhn," and watched her spurt a little puddle of gurl juice on the carpet between her knees. Eventually Vince moaned and lurched and I could see Darla's throat work as she swallowed his stuff. With her right hand she carefully milked all of the cum out of him. Jeff too was ready, pulled out of Darla and rose. The rubber was pitched and Darla was up on her knees. Jeff got both hands on the top of her head and face fucked her vigorously while Darla rolled his balls in her hand. Jeff had been well along anyway so shortly he groaned and Darla busied herself emptying him. When she finished she glanced at Lexi and me and smiled. Chapter Eighty-one Darla Last night was great; two guys at once, which was a first for me. I was getting a little bored with the same-old-same-old at the club. I got "the itch" more often now and it was more compelling than ever. I got in around 4:00 AM and Pam wasn't home yet so I went straight to bed. When I got up on Sunday morning Pam was still in bed so I crept into her room to get anything she had for the laundry. All her clothes were in heap on the floor so I scooped them up and retreated. When I heard her stirring I told her to stay in bed and brought a light breakfast to her on a tray. "Darla how thoughtful!" she said. I asked her where her panties were as I had all her clothes other than the panties. "Probably still at Eric's" she tittered, "they weren't on long honey after I got there, what a night. It's been a long time for me without a man, much longer than you." I supposed this should have hurt me, but she was right, as she'd been right the night before I guess. I thought I was still a man, well sort of, and for sure I was her husband. I wanted to reassert my position and say something but she was clearly content and happy. In addition, what could I say after reflecting on my Saturday night? Saturday night had really got my motor running; but it was Sunday afternoon so there was no place to go and nothing to do. By the end of the day Pam had noticed I was in an agitated state. "Darla, what is with you? You're jumping around here like crazy. What's the matter, didn't get lucky last night?" I smiled and blushed I guess and finally admitted I had, twice. "Then I don't get it," she started, followed by, " Oh, my horny little princess needs more?" I nodded again. "Well dear it's too late now, but I'll see if I can come up with something for next time, OK?" I had one other concern. Tomorrow was Monday and that meant work. However, I loved my hair extensions and the longer nails and was torn. I decided to hell with it. Tomorrow would be my first "gurl day" at work. After the baby shower for Melanie the whole office probably got the word anyway. Changing from boy to gurl every day was getting to be a pain anyway. I talked to Pam about it and she said she thought it was worth a shot. "Listen," she said, "if worse comes to worse and you get let go it won't be the end of the world. I'm doing very well and between work and law school I have time for nothing around here. We might as well find out where they stand now. If they let go, you can take care of the house while you look for something else. If you're giving me a paycheck regularly we can get someone to come in once a week to do the basic cleaning." That sounded like heaven to me, as housework was hell on nails. We went to my room and started getting together an outfit for the next morning. Pam said I should keep it very understated. We decided on a pair of slacks for sure and I suggested maybe a sweater. Pam disagreed. "Nope," she said firmly, "white blouse and white bra. The bra will show up real well; we may as well hit 'em right between the eyes. Leave your hair up and I'll help you get a good daytime look with the makeup. You can borrow a pair of my earrings; yours are a little too much for office wear." We also agreed that a lot more shopping was in order as my wardrobe was more suited to work as a hooker than in an office. Chapter Eighty-one Pam The following Monday morning I received flowers at work from Eric and called to thank him. Truth be known, he was such a superb lover I should have sent HIM flowers. I had planned on having Eric start spending weekends at my place (his apartment wasn't that large) but was stuck on what to do with Darla on Sunday afternoons when he was there. I explained to Eric that Darla was more eager for "excitement" but what she could do on a Sunday had me stumped. I asked Eric if he had any ideas; he said he didn't but would give it some thought and maybe check around a bit. I told him we'd need something that would keep Darla busy for as much of Sunday as was possible. Eric said he had a shot at an either an administrative post or an inspector's job and that he might soon have something approaching more regular hours. This sounded wonderful, as our time together was too brief and too infrequent to suit me. I also had a chance to talk to Cheryl and mentioned the same things to her that I had to Eric about keeping Darla busy on a Sunday. Cheryl also said she'd think it over. We tried to come up with a day to meet for lunch, but our schedules didn't mesh so we postponed for a week at least. She asked how Darla's electrolysis appointment had gone so I filled her in there. Cheryl indicated the plans for Lexi's party were moving along well. Many times during the day I wondered how it was going for Darla at work but resisted the temptation to call her. I figure if anything "big" happened she'd be on the phone in a flash. No news is good news. Chapter Eighty-two Lexi My birthday party was incredible; Cheryl is sooo good to me. Just about all the gurls were there and a few guys too. I got some nice gifts, makeup and stuff like that mostly. Cheryl told everyone the big thing was the surprise and the party and not to go overboard on the gifts. All the gurls looked nice but Nikki was especially smashing. She wore kind of a low cut top and was showing some cleavage. She'd always been good at taping but this seemed different. She finally admitted she'd been on hormones a while. She never said anything to anyone because she wasn't sure what would happen. She found a doctor that agreed to do blood work for her so she'd get the dosage right, etc. She was using estradiol patches and had also recently started spiro. She said she was too chicken to give herself shots. I moved around a lot and spent some time with everyone, as it was my party after all. Darla and Sheila spent most of their time with Vince and Jeff. Pam and Cheryl spent some time chatting with Nikki about hormones and her development. Cheryl told me later they even went to the ladies room together and Nikki showed 'em what she had so far. The gurls really flipped when I told them that Darla was going to work as a gurl. They were dying to ask her about it but she was kinda busy with Sheila and the guys so I told 'em to save it for the next time at the club. Chapter Eighty-three Cheryl I couldn't get hold of Pam by phone so I sent her a brief e-mail telling her about a suggestion I'd received from Greg's friend Tony. Tony said that there was an adult theater in town that was a good bet. They got a few couples in the place on weekends and it opened at 11:00AM on Sundays. Tony said the place was safe enough (mixed older residential and light commercial area) and the crowd was "open". Tony said it was mostly closet gay guys and some straight/bi guys who knew where to go when looking for some head. He also indicated that a few male/female couples who were on the exhibitionist side sometimes put on a better show than the movies. I got a quick e-mail back from Pam thanking me. She also indicated she had an idea about how to cure all Darla's complaining about how often she had to shave her legs, etc. Pam said the electrolysis was coming along fine and it had proven to be timely, given the fact Darla was now Darla at work. Chapter Eighty-four Darla My nervousness about working as Darla proved to be, mostly, unfounded. Oh sure, I got some "looks" but evidently photos from the baby shower had found their way around the office so know no one was exactly shocked. I even got a memo from the managing partner complimenting me on the results of the order processing changes I'd made; I guess he was still a little nervous about actually talking to me as Darla. I got several compliments from the other girls in the office about my hair and nails and so decided to let my hair really grow out as the extensions were a temporary measure and not cheap to boot. One of the girls asked me at lunch (evidently it had been a topic of conversation around the office) if I was planning on "sex change surgery." I told her I had no interest in that and that I was perfectly content with things the way they were; life "in the middle" seemed to be very good to me. Saturday night at the club was an event. All the gurls were buzzing about me at work and Nikki's new tits; she is really developing nicely. I was treated to a peek in the powder room and had to confess a bit of jealousy. However, breast forms are just fine for me. Besides there can be various side effects from hormones that I'm not sure I could deal with. I must have been asked a million questions (or was it the same hundred questions ten thousand times?) about work and all. I knew the gurls would be curious and I figured after the initial flurry things would eventually settle down. So I patiently answered all their questions and got more than a few expressions of envy. I was in the powder room touching up my makeup when I heard from my left "there you are!" It was Paula! She said she and Don decided to stop and check the place out, kind of a "change of pace" she said with a chuckle. "Wow, you look sexy," she grinned, "a skirt that short can land a gurl in jail. Come on, I want Don to see you." We went back into the club and located Don. I took Paula and Don over to the table where I had been with the other gurls and we made room for them to join us. I made all the necessary introductions; when the gurls found out that Paula and I worked together she got the question barrage for a change. She was very good about it. Don was busy checking out all the dollies in the place and had probably already heard all the work stuff from Paula, so he kept to himself. Don was seated to my immediate left and, while Paula was busy chatting with the gurls about work, turned to me and said "you sure look a lot uh different than you did at the baby shower; you look hot." I could tell he meant it in a nice way and I thanked him for what I interpreted to be a compliment; I also interpreted "hot" to mean "wonderfully slutty" which was the nicest compliment of all. Don excused himself to buy a round of drinks for everyone (what a guy!) so I kind of tuned back in to the ongoing conversation. Patti said with a snicker to Paula, "kinda dangerous letting Darla sit next to your husband Paula; he might not be good for much later on." At which point I got a big wink from Sheila. Paula was very cool about it saying with a big grin, "the bitch knows I'd scratch her eyes out." That got a big laugh from everyone at the table. The DJ played one of the more popular dance tunes and a few of the gurls got up to dance. Paula grabbed my hand and said, "come on, let's dance while Don is getting the next round." We wound our way to the dance floor with me leading. A couple of the guys I knew patted my butt as I passed them and when we got to the dance floor Paula laughed to me "Popular gurl!" We danced that tune and the next. Paula was a very good dancer. She was no kid, I figured middle 30's, but she was in very good shape. She and Don had two kids who were spending the night with their grandparents so Paula and Don could get out. We got back to the table about the time Don returned with the drinks; it was nice to have a real gentleman around. Too bad he was married to my friend! Paula asked me how my electrolysis was coming. "OK I guess," I responded., "I'm going slowly 'cause I don't want any scarring or anything. I'll just be glad when it's over. Pretty much done with the chin, that's the worst part. The rest is still a pain though, legs, arms and all that." "Suffer bitch," she said with a laugh, "now you know what real girls go through all their lives. Love what you've done with your brows by the way." There was more chitchat but I was getting the itch bad. It had been what seemed like ages since I'd taken cock last and sitting next to Don didn't help. He was a good-looking guy (and obviously fascinated by TGurls) but I thought working on him would be a bad move for lots of reasons. I saw Vince at the bar talking to a guy I didn't recognize so I decided to walk that way and see if I could get an introduction. I figured if I wiggled my butt extra nice on the way by Chapter Eighty-five Paula What a night! Don was gaga over the way all the sissy boys looked and I teased him about it all the way home. "Thinking of changing teams there Don?" I asked with a laugh. "No, Jesus I'm not queer or anything. It's just that they LOOK so damn sexy." I reached over and gave his cock a squeeze, hard as a rock. "Our friend here says he agrees," I murmured while nibbling his ear a little. I was glad the kids were with Mom and Dad. Chapter Eighty-six Pam I finally made the time for lunch with Cheryl on Friday. Law school is a load. They pushed for it at work so they're being very good about it. They cut me a lot of slack with regards to my schedule and getting some things done for school at work. God bless secretaries! I told Cheryl that Eric had checked with a couple of the cops he knows about the adult theater for his girlfriend's sissy. The word came back that it was cool, vice had better things to do. I also told her that I had gotten the name of Nikki's doctor so I could cure Darla's little shaving problem. We needed to make an appointment for Darla while I finished checking the web for hormone sources that would be less expensive than buying them here. Nikki had suggested a place in New Zealand so I was going to start there. I also had to figure out a way to get Darla to go with the program. Eric was on duty over the weekend so I figured this would be the time to introduce Darla to the Paradise Theater. I got up early Sunday morning and Darla was up at 8:30AM (!!) and fidgeting like crazy. "Slow night last night?" I asked her and got a scowl in return. "Well, we're going to fix that today little tramp road trip." I got a surprised look as I dragged her to her room. I went through her closet and got the absolutely sluttiest ensemble together I could find. It was not much of a challenge given her wardrobe. When I finished I said, "be ready to go at quarter after 10 and I want you looking hot," adding as I slapped her on the butt, "get going." "But wh " she started. "Never you mind missy," I interrupted, "you'll find out soon enough." She was ready on time (good thing) and looked "available". Short skirt, stockings with a little garter belt showing, sleeveless pullover (didn't want the boys trying to fool with buttons) and some nice platform spikes. The makeup would be considered overdone even by her standards but I had been told the place was dimly lit and I wanted her to have uh appeal. I put on a pair of jeans, one of Phil's old flannel shirts, a jacket and stuffed my hair under one of Phil's baseball caps. I didn't want any of those perverts getting any ideas about me. We went to the garage and I headed for her car telling her I'd drive. I didn't want my car being spotted anywhere near the place. I'd driven by it once to familiarize myself with the location. We got there a little before 11:00 and the small ticket office out front was closed so we waited in the car which I had parked on the street a few doors away. There were two other cars with guys seated in them evidently waiting as we were. When we pulled up and stopped Darla was a little confused but eventually put two and two together and asked, "are we going in there?" indicating the Paradise. "Yes we are honey, I'm not going to have you pacing around all day. I'm going with you this time but in future you're on your own. I've got plenty to do for school on Sundays but this time I figured I could afford to give you this little surprise." A short, elderly man came out of the theater and entered the ticket office, raised the shade covering the ticket window and settled into his chair. "Let's go babe," I said and we exited the car. We were parked a little closer than the other two cars so those guys got treated to watching Darla wiggle her way down the sidewalk. She takes these precious little steps when wearing heels and really shakes her ass; advertising pays I guess. We got to the ticket booth and the two guys lined up behind us. The sign said admission was $7 ("escorted ladies admitted free") so I pushed $14 at the guy and said gruffly "two please". He took the money, hit the turnstile release and nodded toward the door, bored to tears. The old guy had probably seen it all, twice. We went in and waited in the lobby. I lit up a smoke and Darla got out one of those long femme brand cigarettes. The two guys checked out Darla on the way by and headed into the auditorium for a seat. In a few minutes the first film (actually it was videotape) started and when neither of the two guys came back we went in to take a seat. The place was really dark, even by theater standards. There was just the light from the screen and some dim red lights along the wall. It had probably been a very nice neighborhood theater at one time, but that was long ago. I hadn't seen an X rated video in a long time (Jake was a fan) but I could see that hadn't changed much. We watched for a while and then I took us to the lobby for another smoke. I realized that sitting there in the dark Darla would be tough to spot for new arrivals. A few guys wandered in, did a double take when they saw Darla but she got a nice smile from one. He stood just inside the auditorium and every few minutes would come back into the lobby and get a drink from the water fountain. He liked Darla's uh ambiance, nice looking guy, not too old, maybe early forties and wearing a wedding band. When we finished the smokes we headed back for a seat. Darla was catching on fast and smiled back at him over her shoulder as we walked away. She gave the hips a little extra swing and the guy chuckled. We took a seat on the right with me on the wall aisle with Darla to my left. I didn't want any of the creeps sitting next to me. Before long, Smiley showed up and took a seat at the end of the aisle. He and Darla exchanged a few glances and before long he moved down the row and sat next to her. They exchanged a few whispers that I didn't catch but before long his hand was on her leg and soon after that her leg was over his. The action on the screen had heated up, a cute blonde was enthusiastically sucking on a big cock and I could almost hear Darla drooling. Over the moaning on the screen I heard the telltale soft hiss of Smiley's zipper coming down and it wasn't long before Darla was leaning over the seat arm with her head in Smiley's lap. He put his hand on her back and sighed contentedly as she started bobbing her head with a little more urgency. Before long he gave a soft grunt and leaned his head back. Darla stayed down and evidently got it all. Smiley relaxed a moment then rose, fastened his slacks, said "thanks" and retreated to the lobby. "God what a load," Darla whispered after he left. "He must have saved up for two weeks." I figured it made sense. He was a married guy. We decided to head back to the lobby for a smoke and a little more trolling for Darla. Her lips were still slick with cum so she almost dropped her cigarette while lighting it. Smiley was at the water cooler talking to another guy who then glanced at Darla. Gee, I wondered what were they talking about? We stayed through both films, Darla got her minimum daily requirement from two more new friends and we left. On the way out a married couple passed us going in and we got a smile from them. Darla almost floated to the car. Chapter Eighty-seven Darla The trip to the Paradise was a surprise and really fun. Sundays always seemed to be such a drag after Saturday nights but that would be different now. One of the guys wanted to fuck me but Pam thought that might be a bit much for my first trip, besides it was getting late in the day and Pam had plenty to do. Life is good. Chapter Eighty-eight Lexi Krissy, Darla and I have become a regular threesome on Saturday nights. Barbara is really pleased that her gurl is getting out. Darla and I have been curious about Krissy but haven't asked a lot of leading questions. She is very quiet and almost painfully shy at times. She made one good friend at the club; a GG named Claudia who shows up on occasion with some of her girlfriends. Claudia is definitely a "straight"; she and the other girls, all single, hit the gay clubs when they are in the mood for a little dancing and talk and don't feel like getting hit on all night. Krissy gets a lot of attention from the guys but doesn't seem like she's all that interested in them. Darla gets her a little embarrassed from time-to-time with her antics but Krissy is generally pretty good about it. Our curiosity was finally satisfied a few weeks ago on what was a very slow night at the club. A lot of the regular gurls had gone to a local pageant, "Miss something or other" so the crowd at Joanne's was thin and we had a chance to talk. Krissy had a few more drinks than usual and that seemed to open her up a bit. Darla and I had been reminiscing about how we got started and Darla finally piped up and asked Krissy to tell us about her experiences. "Not much to tell," Krissy remarked, "Barbara started me." "You mean you never dressed before you were married?" Darla queried. "Nope," Krissy responded, "I know that's kind of unusual which is one reason I never talked about it before. But you guys have become good friends and I guess now is as good a time as any to fill you in." "I met Barbara at work. We work in the same office building but for different firms. We both ate lunch frequently in the restaurant downstairs and shared a table once for lunch when the place was busy and we both were pressed for time. After that we met for drinks a few times, started dating and after about a year we were married." "I really love Barbara a lot and pleasing her has kind of become my mission in life. She had a really tough childhood, orphaned, no family willing to help, foster homes, the whole nine yards." "Help me out here," I asked, "got all that, but why did you quit your job to stay at home and all the rest of it?" "Well, the job wasn't much, just a glorified clerk actually, and Barbara is very successful so the money wasn't a big deal. She travels a bit and really wanted me to stay home; I think it's maybe an attempt to make up for the fact she never had a traditional family and home life." "So where did Krissy come from?" Darla asked. "That's a long story," Krissy sighed as she leaned back in her chair. "I think it may have started because of one particular trait of Barbara's that I never appreciated when we were dating. Barbara is extremely jealous, almost insanely jealous. Once, about a year after we were married, we were out to dinner and she caught me looking at a very attractive woman seated near us. She didn't talk to me for a week after that. I mean I'd never dream of being unfaithful, but given Barbara's history I suppose it's understandable that she is so insecure about relationships." "You've never seen me as a guy, but Barbara says I'm very good looking and she's always worried that some girl is going to come on to me. She says men are really weak about that and it's only a matter of time before I'd slip. So I quit my job and stay at home for her. She said that way there wouldn't be any temptation for me." "When did you start dressing?" I asked Krissy. "Boy, I couldn't tell you; it just sort of happened. One time while I was getting dinner ready for her I splashed some tomato sauce on my slacks and didn't think to change before she got home. The next day she came home from work with an apron for me to wear when cooking. After that she was forever bringing home other things. I felt really silly about it but it really made her very happy when I'd wear the things she bought me. We kind of had a big fight when she insisted I start wearing a bra all the time. I eventually caved in though," she said with a sigh. "After that it was makeup and I started going to her salon to get my hair done. I used to have really short hair but Barbara insisted I looked much nicer with long hair. I was pretty much confined to the house and it really made her happy so I figured what the hell." "I don't mean to be hurtful," Darla interjected, "but our wives date or have boyfriends, so we understand. We know Barb does too. How about that?" "Well," Krissy replied, "Barbara has a really strong sex drive. We have a pretty good sex life but she just needs more. The dating started when she began traveling more. I guess she just couldn't wait 'til she got home. I suppose some people would say it isn't fair, given how jealous she is of me, but Barbara says it's different for women in general and her in particular. She says it's OK if I date guys as Krissy because that wouldn't be cheating on her with another woman." "Doesn't dressing up get you really turned on?" Darla asked. "It never did when it was just around the house," Krissy said. "That's one of the reasons I was so shy about getting out. The thought of other people seeing me as Krissy got me very excited, still does, and I got concerned over what that might mean about me personally," she said blushing. "One of the reasons?" I asked. "What's the other one?" "God, this is so hard to talk about," Krissy said. "I think I need another drink!" she added with a smile. Darla was off to the bar like a shot as we had Krissy on a roll and given the thin crowd was back in a few moments with Krissy's refill. "Thanks Darla," Krissy said while accepting the drink. "Well," she continued, "it's like this. I'm really uh big down there. Barbara says I'm hung like a horse. She says if other women found out about it they'd be all over me. The damn thing is a bitch to tuck. I can't wear tight slacks or shorts or even skirts. When I'm going out I get really turned on so the only thing I can do Christ this is embarrassing is is get myself off right before I'm ready to go. Barbara bought me a bikini once but I never wore it after trying it on. The bottoms were, well, you get the picture." After weeks maybe months of trying to draw Krissy out a bit, this story was quite a revelation. A lot of the things we'd noted about Krissy now made a lot more sense. The three of us sat there briefly reflecting on what she'd said. Then Darla said, "What have we here?" nodding toward the door. Krissy and I turned to look and saw a very handsome young guy standing just inside the door checking the place over. He eventually made his way to the bar and ordered a drink which was delivered after the bartender had checked his ID. We went back to our conversation and chatted quietly for fifteen minutes or so. "Our new arrival keeps checking us out on a regular basis," Darla chuckled, "he must have looked over here ten times already." "What'd you think Dar?" I asked. "Well, he's either a rookie tranny chaser or a wannabe TGurl I'll bet," Darla responded. "Time will tell." It usually does I thought smiling. End of part III