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Title: Where Angels Fear to Tread - Part IV Author: 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. This material is for adults only. Absolutely no distribution to minors is justified under any circumstance(s). Violators will be shot. Chapter Eighty-nine Cheryl I met Pam for lunch yesterday; it'd been way too long since we'd done that. Barbara was planning on joining us, but got hung up at work at the last minute, so she asked for a rain check. I asked Pam for the latest and she was only too happy to oblige. "Thinks are going great with Eric" she said, "although it's starting to get serious. Eric is talking marriage and kids and I don't know if I'm ready for that. My biological clock is ticking I guess, but I don't want to rush into anything." I asked about Darla. "I finally got her to Nikki's doctor on the pretext of a routine physical. The guy is clued in to the lifestyle and a few bucks took care of his patient confidentiality problem. If I don't get her on hormones soon I'll go nuts. She is continually whining about all the shaving she has to do even though the electrolysis is just about finished. The doctor is going to call me with a recommended dosage when he gets the blood work back." "How are you going to get her with the program?" I asked. "School is still out on that one," Pam replied, "I'll come up with something. I've already decided on part of it, but the rest is up in the air. She's forever commenting about Nikki's tits so maybe there won't be a lot of resistance. It may be a moot point anyway, some TGurls just don't develop that much anyway." I mused that Pam had become quite expert on the topic and wondered how it would all pan out. Chapter Ninety Darla Things are going just splendidly for the most part. Things at work have really smoothed out, thanks in no small part to Paula. She's become sort of a sister; it's wonderful having someone I can confide in. When I look back at the recent past it's kind of amazing how things worked out. I mean I was a happily married in-the-closet-TGurl who never imagined anything like this could happen. I still get these little twinges when I see Pam and Eric together, but Pam seems perfectly content with things as they are so I worry about that less and less. Krissy is a real regular now although I think I caused her a bit of a problem. Barbara came out with her one night last month and I inadvertently mentioned Krissy's GG friend Claudia. Too many drinks I guess. Anyway, I could tell Barbara was really pissed. I apologized like crazy to Krissy when I got her alone. She said it was OK and not to worry but I could tell she was a little concerned. When we went back to the table, work was the topic of conversation and Sheila remarked how lucky Krissy was to have quit working and able to stay home and be in gurl mode all the time. "It wasn't much of a job," Barbara snickered, "just a glorified clerk with a title. What was it again? Vice President of something-or-other I think." "Business development," Krissy said softly, "Vice President of Business Development." "Whatever that is" Barbara chuckled, "although I think I remember you did talk them into buy some mom and pop operation as an acquisition." "Yes, it wasn't a very big deal," Krissy agreed, "only about fifty-five million or so in stock. But it was my last one and I guess it turned out pretty well." A few people, including some guys wandered over so the conversation shifted gears a bit. A couple of the guys would have liked to date Krissy, but she still seems a little nervous about that. She found out about my trips to the adult theater and asked a bunch of questions about it, but when I offered to take her along, she declined. The theater has turned out to be pretty cool. Sure there are some real creeps and a bunch of old guys that try a little too hard, but I have lots more self-confidence now and I handle them pretty well. There are a bunch of guys who are OK and are sort of regulars there, so I have company and they look after me pretty well. One in particular is a recent addition that I really like. He's kind of tall, slender and pretty good looking. He told me his name is Fred but the way he said it made me believe that was bullshit. I usually watch the film for a while then hang out in the lobby for a smoke break so I can see who comes in. There's a wall between the auditorium and the lobby and the two aisle portals have curtains so the auditorium is pretty dark. Sometimes I'll stand at the top of the aisle just inside the curtain if I get tired of sitting. Anyway, about two weeks ago I'd noticed this guy come in while I was relaxing in the lobby. I got a real nice smile and a "hi" but he went right into the auditorium and had a seat. I didn't think much of it, lit a smoke and stayed in the lobby. After I finished my cigarette, I decided to stand at the head of the right aisle inside the curtain to see if I could spot the guy. I was kind of hoping he wasn't one of the back row "gay guy" types. Before too long the curtain was moved aside and I sensed someone standing close behind me. I looked over my shoulder and it was him! He smiled again and I smiled back. He moved a little closer and I could feel something long and hard pressing against my left butt cheek. I shifted my purse over to my right shoulder and reached back between us with my left hand and gave him a little squeeze. His cock was very firm and nice sized. He was wearing a nice pair of pleated slacks and boxers so I got a pretty good grip. His right hand drifted to my right butt cheek and he started feeling me up pretty good and God does that get my motor running. We stood there for a few minutes doing a little groping and then he leaned over and whispered in my ear "Let's sit together and watch the film," and gave my ear soft little bite. I almost melted. I took his hand and led him down the aisle about halfway to the front and turned right into a row of seats taking the last seat against the right wall. He sat next to me and for a few minutes we watched the film in silence. Finally, he leaned toward me a bit and asked, "What's your name?" "Darla" I replied, "and yours?" "Uh - Fred" he replied clearly coming up with that one on the spot, but no matter. I was pretty sure he was married, most of my regulars are, so he was taking a low profile. "You sure are a cutie", he said making a little leg contact, "glad I found you. I was worried some of the guys would be coming on to me. I heard there were a few girls who stopped here occasionally so I thought I'd check the place out." Uh-oh I thought. This might be trouble. I decided to clue him in right away, as I didn't relish the thought of getting punched out by some homophobic psycho type. "I'm not what you would call a real girl honey, I'm a TGurl, you know a crossdresser." "Wow," he responded, "you sure look damn good though," adding with a chuckle, "and I'm as horny as hell." I giggled and decided to take a chance, so my left hand went to his lap and gave his cock a little squeeze saying, "That I can tell." He stiffened a bit momentarily but then relaxed and put his arm around me and pulled me a bit closer. My guess was, he'd had a beer or two and he wasn't quite so inhibited as he may normally have been. After a few minutes of playing with his cock I could feel a little wetness on his trousers so I said, "why don't you take it out so it doesn't spot your slacks." He turned in his seat and looked around a bit. The Paradise wasn't very crowded, maybe fifteen guys at most and none were seated anywhere near us. "Don't worry," I added, "standard procedure here." He got the zipper down smoothly, a nice cock popped out and got my fingers curled around it before he could change his mind. He was really well hung and leaking pretty good so things were looking up. On the screen, one of the actresses started giving one of the actors a really juicy BJ and I murmured, "Mmmm, lucky girl." "Do you want to be a lucky girl?" Fred asked with a chuckle. Actions speak louder than words so I leaned over the seat arm and slipped my lips over his cock and began gently nursing on the head. He groaned softly and slid down and forward in the seat to give me a little more operating room. He watched the movie and I sucked. He was a little tense at first but eventually relaxed. He had pretty good staying power and after a time it got a bit uncomfortable leaning over the seat arm so I took a break. I returned to a sitting position half facing him and pumped his cock gently with my right hand. "It was just a little uncomfortable, hon," I said, "just taking a little break. I wouldn't leave you like this. God you've got a nice cock." He was patient for awhile then his hand slipped to the back of my head and he gently pulled it down to his cock and I got back to work. In a few minutes his hips bucked and he started to squirt. It was a nice sized load; wet warm, and creamy and I got it all down. After I sat up I giggled, "mmmm, can you do that again?" I was answered only by a groan. Chapter Ninety-one Lexi Dar's car was in the shop a couple of weeks ago, so I stopped at her place to pick her up before we went to get Krissy. I was ready early and traffic was very thin, made every light too, so I got there a little early, a little TOO early as it turned out. Pam answered the door and was a little surprised to see me. "Oh, hi Lexi. I thought it was Eric. You're a little early. But, it's Ok, you might as well come in, you'll find out anyway." She led me to the kitchen and I saw the stuff on the counter, a vial and a syringe, some cotton balls and some rubbing alcohol. It didn't take much to figure out what was up here. Pam offered me a seat and no sooner had I sat down than the doorbell rang again. "That must be Eric," she said and whisked away to get the door. She didn't have to tell me to sit there and keep my mouth shut. Any woman who had learned the ropes from my Cheryl was not going to put up with any interference. Pam returned with Eric in tow and showed him what she had prepared. "Looks good" Eric said, "don't be nervous, after the first one you'll be a pro." Pam gave me "the look" and then called Darla to the kitchen. Dar tripped in a few minutes later, catching her heel a bit on the molding strip between the carpet and tile. "Hi Lex," she said when she saw me and then appeared a bit startled because Eric was there too. "Oh, hi Eric," she managed. "Darla dear," Pam said, "have a seat sweetie, there's something we need to talk about. Eric is here to help us with a little something. You know you're having a real problem with all the shaving you have to do and I think I've come up with a reasonable solution. After your physical, I checked with the doctor and he agrees it would be OK. We've got something called estradiol. It's really safe and it will really help." "Huh?" Darla queried, "Estradiol sounds like hormones," she added with a nervous laugh. "That's exactly what it is hon, but it'll just be a half dose or so and we'll give it to you in a shot every two weeks so you don't have to remember to take pills all the time. You know how absent-minded you are. Eric here is a firefighter so he's a trained paramedic and he's going show me how to give you the injection safely. You're such a sissy about getting shots, you'll never do it yourself. Lots of people, like diabetics, get injections at home all the time." Well, Dar had this sort of bewildered expression but Pam and Eric were beaming smiles at her so she seemed a little calmed. She looked at me like "whaddya think?" and I just shrugged. Pam wasn't wasting time, so she rose and brought Darla to her feet by the hand and said, "now just hike up your skirt and rest your forearms on the kitchen table," adding, "thigh-highs, that's convenient," as Darla did so. Pam pulled Dar's panties to one side as Eric got the stuff from the kitchen counter. Eric told Pam to wipe a small spot on Dar's butt with the alcohol and he showed her how to charge the syringe. From where I was sitting I got a good look at how much was used. The needle was popped in, Darla yipped a bit, and the dose was delivered. "There," Pam said, "all done. You can straighten up now." Darla did so pouting a bit and rubbing her butt with her hand saying, "that stings." "Just a little more slowly next time Pam, otherwise, perfect," Eric smiled. "That's my gurl," Pam said giving Dar a big hug, "it's only twice a month or so, so it's no big deal. Well, Eric and I are off so you two have a good time tonight." After they left Dar said to me "whaddya think Lex?" What I thought was if that much estradiol every 2 weeks was a half dose I just might be the next Pope. However, this was between Darla and Pam so the thing to do was to keep my lips zipped. Chapter Ninety-two Pam Cheryl called to ask how things were going. Lexi had filled her in on our little medical adventure. I gave her the full story and explained I told Darla it was a half dose because I didn't want her getting worried about it. I explained to Cheryl that the doctor said we'd wait a month or two, see how Darla's tests came out, adjust the dosage if necessary and probably add spironolactone. That would be in pill form, but by then I thought Darla would be settled in to the idea. Chapter Ninety-three Darla To tell the truth, the whole hormone thing sort of bothered me at first. I mean not shaving so much would be cool but I wasn't sure about the other stuff. After a while the thought of it was kind of exciting, it did make me feel sort of femme in a way I never had before, psychologically at least. Besides, Pam has been really great about everything and I know I did a lot of whining and complaining about the shaving. Pam got real good at giving me the shots after only a time or two and it was only every other week. I didn't say anything to the other gurls and I asked Lexi not to say anything as well. They'd be all over me with questions all the time and expecting things and I just didn't want the hassle. Anyway, Lexi and I have our little project, helping Barbara and Krissy so I have other things to think about. We called Barbara to ask if it was OK if we showed up early to pick up Krissy the next Saturday and asked her not to say anything to Krissy about it. She just laughed and said it was OK and she'd keep our little secret. Chapter Ninety-four Barbara Saturday was a night to remember. Darla and Lexi had called and said they had a little surprise for my Krissy and needed to get here a bit early. I was a curious as hell as to what they had planned but I had asked them for help with my little princess so I couldn't very well interfere. I decided to keep an eye on them, discretely of course to make sure I knew what was going on. They showed up about 20 or 30 minutes early and I just sent them back to Krissy's room without announcing their arrival. After all, it's not like a guy was picking Krissy up for a date, they are gurlfriends. I followed them down the hall after a moment and tuned into what was going on. I heard Krissy stammer, "Wow you guys are early I'm not quite ready yet." "Haven't had time to solve your little tucking problem yet Krissy?" I heard Darla giggle. I took a quick peek through the crack between the hinge side of the partially open door and the doorjamb. Krissy was in bra and bulging panties and was all ready with the exception of getting dressed, that and her little pre-departure relief regimen. It was a little trick I had suggested. "God you ARE big gurlfriend," Lexi chimed in, "Look at the size of that thing!" "Jeez," Darla added with a laugh, "maybe we should turn her back into a boy!" I had to stifle a laugh at that. "Oh you guys," Krissy said, "quit teasing me." "C'mon Krissy, let us see it, take it out, we really wanna see," implored Lexi. Darla didn't wait for an answer but instead got Krissy's panties partially down and her cock popped free. "Darla!" Krissy exclaimed. "Oh don't be such a priss," Lexi said and reached out and wrapped her fingers around a blushing Krissy's stiffening member, "mmmm, I think she likes this Dar. Look she's seeping already." Krissy's mobility was hampered by the panties around her lower thighs so when the other two gurls maneuvered her to her bed she flopped backward on it without being able to offer much of a struggle. Darla kept her gently pinned while Lexi got her panties all the way off, opened her thighs and move in between them. "We remembered what you told us a few weeks ago babe," Darla soothed, "and we though it was a shame to let a perfectly good load of cum go to waste." I think Lexi would have agreed but she already had her mouth on Krissy and was administering what appeared to be a first ratge blowjob. Better she than I. "Oh, uuuhnn, Lexi," was all Krissy could manage twisting to sit up a bit. "C'mon Krissy," Darla interjected, "it's not like YOU'RE doing somebody, relax." By then however, Krissy was truly beyond real resistance. A head cold, coupled with my period had meant Krissy and I hadn't made love for nearly a week so she was way past ready. Lexi threw her all into the head job but after a time came up for air. "God she's big, gimme a break here Dar." Darla swung smoothly into position and scarcely a beat was lost. Krissy was lost in the throws of lust and further restraint was unnecessary. She was writhing on the bed, mewling and moaning steadily. Darla worked on her for several minutes. "Go Lex, she's just about ready," Darla said letting her friend in position once again to finish Krissy off. She moved to cradle Krissy in a light embrace while Lexi bobbed her head at high speed. "Uhn, huhn, oh God," Krissy yipped. It was plain she was cumming. I could see Lexi swallowing rapidly. Soon it was over and Lexi sat back on her heels and licked her lips. "God she's delicious" Lexi murmured. "Yeah, but my turn next week!" Darla exclaimed. Chapter Ninety-five Krissy There was a time and not all that long ago, when I really would have been pissed at Darla and Lexi for what they did. But going out steadily and interacting with others had changed my perspective on the whole business somewhat and they had been VERY good friends to me. That coupled with the fact they had given me an enormous amount of pleasure made it all seem - in retrospect - well, OK. They sure saved me the trouble of solving my own "Saturday night problem." At any rate I just stayed on the bed for a while. Darla and Lexi left to give me a chance to get myself together and get ready to go out. I had to do a little touch up work. I can't believe with the noise I made that Barbara didn't know what happened but evidently Darla and Lexi didn't say anything to her and Barbara never let on to me that she knew. I kind of doubt it would have bothered her in the least anyway. Soon enough we were on our way to the club. I was a little self-conscious in the car at first, but soon we were chatting away like normal. In a way it seemed sort of like it had happened in a dream. We got to the club and were greeted by an average sized crowd. Darla and Lexi never let on to the other gurls what happened, not that I ever imagined they would. I felt strangely relaxed after a time and did more dancing that night than I ever had before. I even dragged Lexi and Darla to the dance floor a few times. A little after midnight Lexi nodded toward the door and said, "our new young man is back." True to form he sat at the bar and managed to sneak a peek at us every chance he got, generally when he thought we weren't looking it seemed. "I think he's got the hots for Krissy," Darla teased, "maybe one of these days he's gonna work up the courage to actually come over here and say hello. I still can't figure out if he's a chaser or a wannabe." Chapter Ninety-six Cheryl Pam, Barb and I finally met for lunch. Barb treated us to the story about Krissy's little surprise. I guess our gurls have loosened Krissy up a bit because Barb says it wasn't the last time it occurred. Barb said she was very pleased Krissy had friends of her own and was getting out a lot more. She asked if we knew anything about a GG named Claudia and seemed unhappy that we didn't. She never indicated what she wanted but I could tell it concerned her. Pam said Darla's blood work came back and her injection dosage was staying about the same. She's also going to start Darla on some pills that she'll have to take twice a day. Pam figures one in the morning before Pam leaves for work so Darla doesn't skip and if Pam's not around in the evening she'll call Darla to remind her. Barbara is the president of a local businesswoman's group and she talked us into joining. I'd been considering something like that anyway and Pam and I agreed it was a good idea, especially careerwise. The three of us are on a committee together that is in charge of a community "good works" fund-raiser so we'll be getting together more often. Chapter Ninety-seven Darla Pam has me taking some pills now. She says they are "helper pills" for the shots. They aren't very big but I have to take them twice a day. I guess it's OK. I have noticed that I'm not shaving my legs and arms as much and what grows in seems to be finer. Anything is better than that electrolysis stuff, I'm glad that's over with. I seem to be getting a little itching sensation around my nipples a bit but it's probably just dry skin caused by all the shaving. I should use more lotion. I guess Barbara is going out of town for a while so Krissy will be spending a lot of time alone. Barbara says it's OK if Lexi and I stay over on occasion or stop over to keep her company. Krissy is a lot more outgoing these days, she doesn't even mind if we fool around with her a little. She's got a big cock that I love to suck, but I'm sure glad she's not my boyfriend. Don't know if I could handle all that in my Tpussy. Old Fred is getting to be a regular at the Paradise. I keep telling him I'd like him to take me out to one of the clubs some Saturday night but he keeps ducking. Probably worried about getting busted by his wife or spotted by somebody he knows or something. He's real twitchy about going to what he calls "fag bars" although he's got no problems fooling around with me. Last Sunday we were the first two in when the theater opened, we waited in his car together 'til it did. I spent the time waiting playing with him in the car so he was ready to rumble when we got in. We didn't even make it to the seats. As soon as we hit the lobby his hands were on my shoulders pushing me down so I was squatting there sucking him for a while. That wasn't what I really needed though. I got up, grabbed him by the cock and started pulling him toward the auditorium. "C'mon baby," I hissed, "I need to be fucked." I hadn't done much good lately at the clubs, so I'd come prepared. Longer slit skirt and garter belt and nylons with the panties on top. The panties when into my purse when the condom and lube came out. We slid into one of the rows and while standing I got the condom on him, lubed it and turned to face the screen. I pulled Fred behind me and bent at the waist with my feet spread about two feet apart. I grabbed the back of the seat in the row in front of me as support and ground my butt against his cock in little circles. "C'mon baby, fuck me," I urged. He just said, "oh shit", lined his cock up against me, grabbed my hips and pushed in. He got most of it in on the first push and then really started to fuck me and that took care of the rest. He was just the right size, big but not too big and boy could he fuck. The first film started and the auditorium was more illuminated but nobody was else was there yet and even if they were I was beyond caring. He wasn't pounding me long before I was squirting, fastest I think I ever came from getting fucked. I noticed the aisle curtain move so somebody else was there. I figured he was getting close so I turned to pop his cock free and sat down. I stripped the rubber off, opened my thighs and had him stand between them. I got my mouth on him, his hands went to my head and I got a good mouth fucking. I could hear a woman tittering, some couple probably. They couldn't see much until their eyes adjusted to the darkness but I was really slurping on Fred's cock and there is no mistaking that sound. Finally Fred shot his load in my mouth and slumped into the seat next to me. "Damn" he said, "I can't believe how good that was." We sat there for a while, got ourselves together and went to the lobby for a smoke. There were by this time a few people there. A couple came out of the auditorium also to have a smoke. He looked late 30's she looked mid 20's, both reasonably attractive. She made me as TGurl pretty much on the spot but I got a smile and a wink. Fred excused himself to go to the restroom. The two came over to me after Fred left and the girl said, "love the look sweetheart. Good looking guy there too, is he gonna do you again?" We all laughed at that. They wanted to sit with us in the theater but I knew Fred was hyper about remaining anonymous, so I declined. Chapter Ninety-eight Paula I sure hope everything is OK with Darla. A funny thing happened a last week. We were in the break room having lunch with the other girls and Darla accidentally tipped her half-full soda can over; it spilled on the table and some of it got on her slacks. It was no big deal, things like that happen, but she just sat there for a second and then started to cry! She left quickly and evidently went to the ladies room. She came back about ten minutes later, apologized and said she didn't understand what made her react like that. We all assured her it was no big deal and told her to just forget about it. It seems to me her voice sounds a bit different too. A little higher pitched maybe, or am I imagining that? Chapter Ninety-nine Lexi I happened to bump into Darla, literally, at the club Saturday when some clown pushing his way to the bar made me lose my balance. I caught her in the chest with my shoulder and she winced. "Sorry" I told her. "It's OK," she said, "just kinda tender there, probably from my uh vitamins. They're really working good for the shaving but my chest is a little sore. Paula at work said she noticed I seemed a little moody and emotional lately, most likely for the same reason. Nikki said the same things happened to her." We took the drinks back to the table where Sheila, Krissy and a few of the other gurls were seated. After we sat down, Darla said, "my skin seems softer too, actually parts of it are pretty cool. Just wish I wasn't so tender up top." Sheila, who was facing the door said, "the Gestapo is here." We knew what that meant, the Oasis Club gurls. It was a support group for the T lifestyle which is OK, the problem was the members. They'd go out once a month, usually with a few wives in tow, and made it plain they thought some of us were lower than whale shit. One in particular, Gregoria, just loved to preach about how gurls like us made the whole lifestyle look bad. She said we dressed and acted like sluts, which was of course perfectly true. Every time a new gurl came out Gregoria would latch on to her and tell her how bad we were and how we should be avoided. Talk about pretentious. Gregoria was of course "100% heterosexual" and anyone who didn't share her philosophy was a second class citizen. Darla wondered how the club elected her President; my guess was SHE counted the votes. Darla referred to them as a group as "the librarians" 'cause that's how many of them dressed, the long big-print flowered dresses that looked like good sofa material and shoes that weighed two pounds each. A few of the gurls in the group were OK, Alison in particular was cool, but we just avoided 'em all like the plague when Miss Bigmouth was around. Gregoria spotted us and we got a big scowl that got us all giggling. "If Gregoria were a GG she'd be on the rag 24/7," Sheila muttered. Alison was with the group and stopped to say hi on her way to the powder room. She is a peach. Toward the end of the evening, another first timer wandered in. Taller guy, 30's I guessed. None of the other gurls recognized him including Darla but he looked vaguely familiar to me. He didn't stay very long so I just figured he found out he was in the wrong place. Chapter One hundred Cheryl I stopped at Pam's tonight to drop off the report on the fund- raiser for her review and signature. Darla answered the door dressed in a pale blue halter that also tied behind her neck. I realized I hadn't seen her in a couple of months give or take. She was also wearing white terrycloth shorts and sneakers but the outfit wasn't what really caught my eye. What caught my eye was under the halter. There were two little bumps, about the size and shape you would get if you slice off a section of a golf ball, on each side of her chest. I stepped up to her and said, "Nice outfit" and brushed one of those puffy nipples with the back of my right index finger. She made a little face when I made contact. "Tender, huh?" I said, "I can relate. It was the same for me." "Yeah," Darla said, "sometimes I have to sleep on my back 'cause they're real sensitive and I can't sleep. But I'm shaving way less now. Pam thinks maybe if I start bleaching the hair on my arms I won't have to shave them anymore." "Between the hormones and the electrolysis your face looks marvelous Darla. Aren't you glad you listened to Pam?" She looked pleased, smiled and nodded yes. "C'mon in" she said leading the way to the family room, "Pam's in her office. I'll tell her you're here." Pam appeared in a moment and she sent Darla to get us some iced tea while we went over the paperwork. When Darla had disappeared I said to Pam, "my she's starting to bud." Pam chuckled softly, "added a half inch to the hips already too. She's been walking around here sticking her chest out like she was ready for some bikini team. If she holds her shoulders back any further she's gonna hurt herself." Pam continued while I got the papers out, "she's been very good about her pills though, like clockwork. I don't even have to remind her anymore. Although I'll admit I can't wait 'til the emotional part settles down. It's almost as bad as all the carping she did about shaving. I may be wrong but I think she's going to pop out a dandy little set of cupcakes." About this time Darla returned with the two glasses of iced tea and Pam asked her to excuse us as we had a little work to do. Pam saw my eyes follow her as she walked away. Pam smiled, "Yeah Cheryl, I think she's starting to develop a nice little ass too. I think the boys will be lining up to get over on that." Pam gave the paperwork a cursory review, remarked that everything looked fine and signed the last page where Barb and I had also signed. I mentioned to her that our project was going to get a nice write-up in the paper and the three of us would be mentioned as chairpersons of the committee. I had a few minutes to kill so we sat and chatted a while. I asked Pam how things were going with Eric and was surprised at her reaction. "Well, Ok I guess," Pam said, "but I'm less sure what to do about that than I was before. I'm ripping right through law school, in big part because of how they've accommodated me at work. I think my career has a chance to really take off, major league style. Eric is a dear, but he IS a firefighter, which is kind of blue collar for the spouse of an executive. It's a tough problem all round. I still want children, Darla is probably iffy at best as a potential biological father, yet I still care deeply for her." "You know, when this all started I never thought it would get this far and maybe I'm feeling a bit guilty about it all. Happily enough I don't have to make any irrevocable decision (God, she was starting to TALK like a lawyer!) any time soon so I have the time to weigh all the alternatives." I must admit I felt a bit sorry for Pam. Lexi and I hit a very nice balance years ago and I never had the ambitions that Pam had clearly developed. Her life was more complicated than mine would ever be and she had no plan to sort it all out. On the other hand, Darla had brought a fair amount of this on herself with her deception so Pam had every right to expect some help and a lot of consideration from Darla. We finished our iced tea, hugged and I left for home glad that I had Lexi waiting for me. Chapter One hundred-one Fred Man, am I fucked up or what? I cannot believe I'm doing this. I never had any serious trouble getting women and now I find myself looking forward to fooling around with this really sissy guy, in an adult theater full of a bunch of fags and who knows what other kind of perverts. On top of that, this Darla person wants me to start taking her to some gay bar on dates! Christ if anybody I know finds out about this I'll absolutely die. I gotta knock this shit off and soon. Just start hitting the singles bars again and I'll get hooked up and this will all be a memory. First thing next month this is all going to change. Chapter One hundred-two Eric I'm starting to get a little impatient with all this. I mean I think I've been pretty damned understanding about all of it and I'd just like a little assurance from Pam about where this is all headed. She knows I want to marry her, kids, the whole thing. However that can't happen while she's still married to Darla or Phil or whatever the hell he/she's name is. Nothing has changed there but the thing just feels different; I just sense some kind of change in Pam. Is that it or am I letting my insecurity about this influence the way I perceive others? Why can't life be fair? Chapter One hundred-three Vince The times they are a changin'. I've been around the lifestyle for over 30 years and every time I think I've seen it all I get an education the next day. The TGurls haven't changed much, oh, maybe less secretive and a little more out front about everything, but all in all about the same. The big difference is in the women, the wives in particular. Their whole view of men, of gender and what it means has take a big turn. A few years ago any TGurl who got busted by the wife was probably guaranteed a trip to domestic relations court; now I find wives who not only tolerate it, but some who are really into femming hubby. One of the Oasis gurls, Alison I think her name is, was out last week on her own (good for her!) and joined the group of regulars for the evening and she steered the conversation toward the subject. She became very interested when she heard Krissy's history. "What do you think about what happened to Krissy, Vince?" she asked. "Hell, I try NOT to think," I chuckled, "but it's not all that unusual anymore. Think about it. Depending on what you read something between five and ten percent of the male population is actively TG in one form or another right? Well, I used to think that number represented the whole potential population and the other 90%, having no predisposition, was immune. I have since revised my belief." Darla sensed I was on a roll so she got up to get me another beer. I continued, "the way I look at it now is the 10% who are active TG's in one form or another have a femme side that is controlling to the point where it's irresistible. Think of it as a threshold of sorts. They are over the threshold so they're naturally T. The rest of the population has a femme side that is below the threshold so they do nothing about it." "The kicker is how close to the threshold they are. My guess is that, like most population functions it follows a normal distribution, so there are plenty close to the line. If given a little push, they are over. I'm reminded of a line from a film. It's like geology, all it takes is time and pressure." Darla returned with my beer and Alison asked me, "how many potential gurls do you think there are?" "Well," I said pouring my beer into the mug, "my guess is around another 30% or so within reasonable striking distance of the threshold." The gurls looked shocked. "Great, just what I need, more competition," Darla laughed, "how in the hell did you come up with that number?" "I used to set up a chat room on one of the online services called 'femme your hubby', just as a lark at first," I said, "but I was amazed at the response, particularly from wives. I used to get a fair number of guys who would get pissed and say it was bullshit and nobody could ever do that to them. Funny thing though, a lot of 'em started coming back." "Then there were the wives who were looking for tips on how to accomplish it. They had all kinds of motivations. A favorite was hubby was too macho or some such. Paybacks was another, see how the 'other half' lives stuff, that kind of thing." Sheila asked, "did any of the wives actually try it?" "Boy," I said, "I had a few that were awesome. One in New York, Elaine I think, was really into it. She said hubby was really pretty, even as a guy and she really wanted to see if she could do it. Wives are uncanny at this stuff. She talked him into a little bedroom game stuff to start with and fooled around 'til she found the trigger." "Trigger?" Lexi asked. "Yeah," I replied, "they all have a trigger. Elaine was patient, the 'time' part, you know, and got hubby try a lot of things. Sex can be used as an incentive, the pressure part, so one day she got him to go along with a little makeup. He was sitting by her vanity in panties and a bra. When the eyeliner, shadow and other stuff went on, it was woody time. That was his trigger. Never dressed before and a few months later she was going out as a gurl." I took a long pull on my beer and noticed Krissy nodding. "For me it was going out," she said, "I mean at first I did it to please Barbara but it wasn't really a turn on until the thought of others seeing me as Krissy entered the picture." "Yeah Vince," Darla queried, "but what about the sex part, you know other TGurls or guys?" "Well, first of all sexual excitement is almost always a significant part of CDing. Secondly more than a few women have a fantasy about seeing hubby with another guy and lastly if you view yourself as feminine, isn't it just logical to be attracted to the masculine? Sort of the ultimate expression of femininity?" "I had another one who pushed hubby over the line and about three months after she had her gurl looking really good, I mean a strict diet, she brought a guy home for her gurl. Twenty minutes later she was watching her gurl suck her first cock. She was really hot to see that." "How do you know that Vince?" Rita asked. "I was the guy she brought home to her gurl." Lexi asked, "how about the 'lesbian TGurls' or the '100% heterosexual' types?" "Gregoria!" they all laughed in unison. "Well, here are my definitions. Lesbian TGurls only have sex with guys who are dressed like women and 100% heterosexual TGurls only have sex with guys who are dressed like women AND are REALLY pretty." They were roaring at that one. "Vince, you are too, too much," Sheila smiled, "you mean there is no such thing as a hetero TGurl?" "Hell, I suppose it's possible," I replied, "I just never met one." More laughter. "You sure bitched me good," Darla tittered, "and a few years ago I would have said that was unlikely." "Ah well, in your case it was inevitable," I said smiling while reaching for the beer mug. The other gurls were all over her with a bunch of good nature jibes at that "tramp", "slut" etc. Alison looked reflective so I said, "my guess is Alison is at least a little curious otherwise she wouldn't have come out without the librarians for protection." Alison blushed and got a few "Way to go Alison!" and "That's our new gurl!" type comments. "You single or married Ali?" Darla asked her. "Single," Alison said, "and never been married. I had a girlfriend, you know GG type, who used to help me with this, but we kind of broke up a while ago. It wasn't over this though. It just seems like things never work out the way I'd like them to." I thought about that for a moment and then said, "life is very, very fair; NOBODY gets what they really want." End of Part IV