Unintentional Consequences
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One-Handed Tales #2: Unintentional Lesbian
By Sarcastic Slut
I'd never intended to end up lying here in hospital, waiting for the nurse to come and
give me my sedative before going in for my sex change operation. It wasn't exactly a
mistake that landed me here, but it was kind of all my own fault.
I met Jennifer at a party. A fancy dress party which my cousin, Anne, had convinced me
to go to dressed as a woman. I'd never worn women's clothes before (unless you count
the time I borrowed an ex girlfriend's jumper one night to walk home in when it was
freezing cold) and was nervous about appearing in public wearing a dress. I needn't
have worried. By the time Anne had finished with me, nobody would have guessed I was a
man unless they'd copped a feel at the front of my short leather mini skirt.
Anne was wearing black trousers, a black tunic and a dog collar. I was dressed as a
tart in black satin bra and panties, tight scarlet silk blouse, black leather mini
skirt with a slit up the side which exposed an almost indecent amount of thigh, black
suspenders, black fishnet stockings and black patent leather high heels. Anne had put
me in huge gold hoop earrings (I have five piercings spread over both ears), scarlet
lipstick, heavy eye makeup and long acrylic fingernails painted scarlet. My legs had
been shaved and my shoulder length hair had been styled by Anne to look feminine. My
wallet, keys etc. as well as the lipstick tube were in a tiny patent leather shoulder
bag she made me carry.
The party was fairly close so I had the twenty minute walk in which to get used to the
heels and walking in the tight skirt. I was blushing as we went, firstly because of
what I was wearing and the attention it was drawing from passing males, and secondly
because the slit in the skirt allowed me to take my normal manly strides but resulted
in the skirt riding right up my thighs to expose my panties. I tugged it back down and
took smaller, more girlish steps.
When we reached the party, nobody realised I was male, it didn't help that Anne
introduced me as her cousin Tammy (instead of Tommy) for a laugh. I tried to explain to
people that I was actually male and started enjoying myself, people could think what
they wanted. I couldn't believe that they really mistook me for a woman and assumed
they were playing along with Anne's joke.
Well, the party went on for hours and there was plenty of booze available. After a
while I was drunk and we were all dancing to disco music. A woman dancing near me gave
me a sexy smile and danced closer. My jaw dropped, she was absolutely stunning, and
that was not just because of the beer goggles. She had flame red hair, a figure that
Elle McPherson would kill for and a smile that nearly made my knees weak enough to give
way. She was dressed in a few virtually transparent wisps of gauzy material in a green
colour that went perfectly with her beautiful hair and piercing green eyes. She told me
she had come as a wood nymph when I managed to close my mouth and say hello. Her name
was Emily.
We danced and chatted and it never occurred to me that she didn't realise I was male.
Especially as we danced ever closer and closer and ended up snogging as a slow song
came on. I was careful not to let her feel my erection through my skirt as we danced. I
was incredibly turned on by her and the feel of her fingernails on my back through my
silk blouse. The feel of our lips together while both wearing lipstick was making me
light-headed and very, very horny. I knew I had to see her again. Fortunately she said
yes when I asked to meet her again and she took my phone number, promising to call me.
I was in heaven, the most gorgeous creature I had ever met and she fancied me and
wanted to see me again!
She phoned me a couple of days later and we arranged to go out for a drink somewhere.
She told me I had a sexy voice over the phone and that I had gorgeous legs and which
she was looking forward to seeing more of.
When I put the phone down I called Anne to tell her all about it and how much I fancied
Emily. She went silent as I rambled on about how wonderful Emily was and how much I
wanted to be with her. In a quiet voice she told me that Emily was a lesbian, that she
was not even slightly bisexual and that she had assumed I was a woman.
Anne had talked to her since the party and had not done anything to reveal that I was a
man, as she hadn't expected me and Emily to get together and hadn't wanted to embarrass
Emily. Shocked I asked Anne what she thought I should do.
She suggested telling Emily and apologising and leaving it at that. I rejected this
idea, Emily was not at all interested in men and would not date me if she knew.
Anne said, "Well the only other choice is to let her continue thinking you're a woman
for a while and break the news to her if it all starts to go well."
Obviously I laughed at this idea and said that it would never happen. However, over the
next few days I found myself getting more and more desperate to see Emily again. I
called Anne and asked for her help again.
She said, "If you can't live without her, you're going to have to go out with her on
Friday as a woman. If you decide that's what you want, come on over and I'll help you
dress."
I resisted the idea again but Emily phoned me to confirm our date and I melted. I
promised I would be there and let slip how much I liked her. I was looking forward to
it. I was forced to call Anne and beg her to help me dress for the date.
I'd mentioned to Anne how Emily had admired my legs so as I left her house to meet
Emily I was wearing pink satin bra and panties, a pink velvet top, pink low heeled
shoes, pink lipstick and nail polish and a dark blue pleated mini skirt which barely
covered my panties. The skirt stuck out prettily from my hips looking almost as short
as a PE skirt that schoolgirls wear. I had sheer black tights underneath and as I
looked in the mirror I saw why Emily had liked my legs so much. The tiny, tiny, flared
skirt made them look incredibly long and the heels of the shoes helped make them look
more slender and shapely. I would have to be extremely careful how I moved tonight as
the skirt was almost indecent!
I met Emily and unfortunately she insisted on several games of pool in the pub where we
met. I was hopeless, worrying about my skirt and not used to playing with long nails,
bumps on my chest and heeled shoes. Emily spent a lot of time behind me, putting her
arms round me and giving me tuition. I know she was definitely looking up my skirt as
much as she could.
The kiss we shared at the end of the evening was unbelievable. I felt so incredibly
turned on as she took me in her arms and kissed me passionately, her hand sliding down
over my hips to touch my smooth thighs and slide gently up beneath my skirt. I panicked
slightly but she was caressing my thigh and bottom, not going anywhere near the huge
erection she had given me.
I never managed to find the right time to tell her I was a man. We went on more dates,
I always dressed as a woman for them and we grew closer and closer until we were head
over heels in love with each other. I found it more and more difficult to conceal my
true sex from her, especially as our relationship grew more and more sexual. I found
myself going to all sorts of lengths to please her so that her attention was not on
getting inside my knickers or bra.
Eventually she asked me to marry her (well, commitment ceremony, not wedding,
obviously) and I agreed. Anne talked me into telling Emily my secret before we got
'married' as it would not be fair on Emily if I didn't and in fact was unfair now.
I plucked up the courage and made sure I was wearing my sexiest little black dress with
perfect makeup and jewellery bought for me by Emily when I told her. She cried but came
to the decision that she loved me enough to stay with me but insisted that she was a
lesbian and that she couldn't make love to me as a man. We argued and cried and kissed
and talked and came to the agreement that if everyone knew I was a man it would cause
all sorts of embarrassment for Emily and she would not be able to bring herself to have
sex with me. Somehow I found myself talked into becoming a woman to stay with her.
So here I am in hospital, my last day as a man. The hormones are working really well,
removing the functionality of my male bits which makes it easier to get rid of them.
I'm not sure I really want to go through with this but I am sure I don't want to lose
Emily so when I wake up I will be a lesbian woman, totally, irrevocably and purely for
Emily. I hope it's worth it.
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