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Lake II
By Connie W (aka ponygirlTS)
Chapter Eight
A Few Days Later
I have to admit that I am uncomfortable with Lake sleeping
around. I think that she has had sex with everyone except Jerry
(who she says she won't) and Martin (who she says avoids her like
the plague).
Martin was doing all right at avoiding her too, until she caught
him in the shower. She had picked the bathroom door lock and
snuck in. She had made a show of it as she walked through the
living room and we all snickered but kept it as quiet as we
could. So that we wouldn't tip him off. David watched her and
then let us know as she entered.
It was only a moment later that we heard a scream (I'm not sure
who did it though) and Lake pulled Martin by ear out to see us.
He stood there totally naked and in pain as she twisted his ear,
with a funny smirk on her face. It seemed that Martin had painted
toes and had a new pussy where his manhood should have been.
"I'd like to direct your attention to her ankle. It has the same
ponygirl tattoo that I have, see." It seemed that Lake was having
entirely too much fun, exposing Martin.
"Okay, my name is now legally Margo and I had my surgery and my
name changed, last summer. I came on this trip to tell you dad
but I just didn't know how. I'd thought about it a lot but I
didn't envision this at all," she paused. "Dad do you hate me?"
Poor Mike, he just sat there stunned. I couldn't imagine how he
felt. To stunned to speak probably, at this point but what would
he feel when he got over that? Anger, frustration, what? I
couldn't imagine. It was a weird world out there and us old
fogies, where finding it harder to cope. Our parents only had to
put up with florescent hair, tattoos or at worst a tongue
piercing. Okay, they thought that was weird in itself.
Mike motioned to Margo and they went into their room. I thought
that they would probably let her get dressed. I imagined that the
four walls of their room would feel like they were closing in on
them. So I didn't think it would be very long before they would
go out to the beach to talk.
While I gathered up Lake and we went out on the patio.
"That was just plain mean," I told her.
"No it wasn't, leaving her dangling would have been meaner. Right
now, mike has you three to help him through this and in a few
days he won't. You can let him keep this privately and let it eat
at him or you can support him. It is your choice," she argued.
"I'll tell you what is my choice," and I pulled out an engagement
ring. "It is my choice to have you as my wife. If you will stop
all this sexing around. Can you make that kind of commitment to
me?"
"Yes," she squealed as she draped herself around my neck.
"Can we go tell Margo?" she asked.
"Do you really think that she wants to talk to you at this
point?" I asked her.
Lake ran squealing into Mike's room to show off her new ring. She
didn't even knock or anything. As it turned out, Margo started
screaming again when she saw the ring. They were already hugging
as Margo thanked Lake for outing her as well.
I could see that Mike was really pissed that we invaded their
space though. I couldn't imagine what was going through his mind
as he stared at me, with a lot of anger in his eyes.
"How's he taking it," she asked Margo.
"Not as well as I had hoped but he is trying to understand. Will
you talk to him later if he has any questions that he doesn't
feel that he can ask me?" Margo asked her calmly.
I personally was disappointed that Margo didn't hit her but Mike
sure looked like he wanted to do it for her. It was the old kill
the messenger thing but Lake hadn't shown much finesse in the way
she presented the message either.
Chapter Nine
A Night on the Beach
Mike talked me into dragging some sleeping bags out on the beach
that night and to talk.
"What do I do? I want to be supportive but he has thrown his life
away. I mean her life," Mike said.
"It seems worse than prison doesn't it," I answered.
I was hoping that he would come to his own conclusions. Answers
that he could live with and not answers that I had tried to
convince him of. I didn't want to tell him how to think, because
I knew that would come back to haunt me. So I was just trying to
be a good sounding board.
"What would you do?" he asked. "Tell me, how do you feel about
Lake?"
So much for just being a sounding board. Thinking back I should
have said something like, "I don't have kids and so I can't
really give that kind of advice." But I didn't.
"I'd be supportive and find out all I could about it. Maybe Lake
could help," I said.
"That was what Martin said, I mean Margo. This is really a bit
much," he told me.
"Would you like to talk to her. From what she told me, Margo
knows what she is getting herself into. They have to go through a
whole year of classes before they even get that tattoo," I told
him.
"That's what Margo told me as well and I guess she has already
done the hard part. Please tell me how can you cut off your
Johnson like that?" he asked me.
"I'm told that they have been doing it in India for hundreds of
years. I know that's a bad answer but it just happens that some
men want to be women. I can't explain it either but Margo isn't
the first," I said.
"Okay, if Margo wants to be a ponygirl then I'll be supportive
but I wish, I was there more when he was growing up. Do you think
that's the reason, that she turned out this way?" he asked me.
"Perhaps, but I think the real question is. Does she blame you or
does she accept it as her choice? Lake told me that she though
that she identified with her mother more but in the end, she
seems to see it as her choice and not a genetic thing or her
parents fault," I told him.
"You like Lake don't you?" Mike asked me.
"I've been single all my life and now it looks like I'm going to
have a wife. What do you think?" I asked him.
"I think that I'd better talk to her about how we feel about each
other. I'm kind of mad about the way she handled herself with
Margo but I don't know how he could have told me without her.
Right now, I'm kind of mad but I think that I'll get over it,"
Mike told me.
We chatted on for a while before the girls came out with sleeping
bags of their own and a steel bucket of beers for us. Lake and I
took our sleeping bags and put them together to form one big one.
While Mike and Margo continued to chat.
Chapter Ten
Ponygirl Stables
We spent the whole morning working out how to do this. Mike
didn't want Margo to do it at all but it really upset him that
she would just go to the highest bidder and so Lake offered a
compromise.
"Jerry knows what it's all about and he has considered buying a
ponygirl, once or twice during the last year. How about selling
her to him?"
That didn't sit well at first and when the rest of the group
heard it, David said that he wanted to make a bid as well but
Allen and I stepped in there.
"You'll want children Allen and Margo has already given up the
ability to do that themselves," David told him.
"We can adopt," Allen pleaded.
"No, I think that Jerry is the best choice," Mike finely said
flatly but he said it so softly that we almost missed it.
Next, Lake took us to the ponygirl stables where she had been
trained. Once there we met Jason and after shaking our hands, he
immediately put his hand between Lake's legs. She had told me to
expect this and I kept my cool. Margo was dressed like Lake in an
Arabian scarf and overcoat called a Hijab over a Victorian style
dress. I thought that Mike was going to jump him as Jason did the
same to Margo but he just barely kept his cool.
Lake's father was there as well, with an older blond ponygirl of
his own. It seemed that he was there to provide moral support.
"How did you get through this," Mike asked him.
"I saw what Lake was serious and really willing to go through it.
That really made up my mind for me," he answered. "I had a lot
longer to understand it than you have as well."
The girls sat on the floor at our feet as we sat down with Mike
to watch a video tape. It wasn't a recruiting tape by any means.
It seemed like it was really made for trainers and really showed
the brutal truth. Mike had wanted to know exactly what went on
and the longer he watched, the madder he got. He stormed out
several times but cooled himself off and came back to watch more.
We even went out for lunch at one point but he was determined to
finish the video.
"I'll need a couple of days to think about this," Mike said in
the end.
"God, you were right, it really is worse than prison," he told me
as we finally left.
Lake asked me if it was all right if she spent the afternoon with
her father and I gave her my blessing. He didn't seem to treat
her as a daughter anymore but as just another ponygirl. He wanted
me to stay too but Lake knew that Mike was hurting and that I
needed to stay with him.
Although, Jerry stayed with us, I could really see that he felt
uncomfortable with this. He was really felt out in left field
somewhere.
"I need to talk to you alone," Mike finally told him as we were
headed home and Jerry pulled over.
"We'll walk the last few blocks," he said as he handed me his
keys.
I don't know what was said but after they got to the house and
made a phone call, we were all back in the car and headed back to
the stable.
Once there, Jerry wrote the checks. One for a hundred thousand to
Mike and another to Margo's trust fund for the same amount. Then
he wrote a third for fifty thousand that went for her surgeries
and training. That was a grand total of a quarter of a million
dollars.For what?
We had seen Lake naked, so we knew about the surgical changes and
I think that I understand the rules that they have to live by but
what could make them worth that kind of money?
Well, it seems that the fact that they were willing to live that
way, made them worth it. Modern women had worked so hard to
become the equal of men, that they had lost a lot of what men
really needed in a wife. In short they were someone soft, to come
home to and protect. Someone that worked hard to excite you and
please you. Most women didn't seem to do that anymore.
We stayed to watch them tattoo Margo's contract number on the
inside of her thigh and then they nailed the staples that held
her toes to (what did they call that piece of wood? Oh yes) the
frog. Then she was led away naked.
They told us that we wouldn't hear from her for the next three
months at all and Lake told me that we wouldn't want to either.
Although, Lake assured me that she knew what she was getting
into, she said that this part wasn't pretty.
Chapter Eleven
Home Again
Mike left that night too but not for home. He chartered a small
plane and headed up to my cabin. While I had a new fianc? to
move. Jerry had bought an old U-haul truck and it was already
loaded. All, I had to do was pick it up from the storage area.
And so, we left the next morning, never even opening it. We just
stuffed our things behind the seat and started rolling.
The first things on Lake's mind where negotiating for her
lifestyle and in the end, I gave into everything but the communal
sex and she accepted that. So there went our first hour of
conversation on the road.
Then I had a few questions for her. "What is it like being a
girl?" I asked. "I mean, you have seen it from both sides."
"Well, I'm not a real girl per say although, many transsexuals
want you to think they are. I just want to be accepted as one.
The rest rooms are more crowed and women's hygiene isn't what I'd
expected. You have to share your rest room with small children.
Do you have any idea what it's like trying to relax to potty,
with a kid screaming its head off?" She let that one sink in for
a moment and then went on. "I'd never even thought about boys,
until I wasn't one anymore. In ponygirl training, you are
considered a girl with or without the male part. Either way your
trainers use you rectally."
I didn't need to hear that part.
"But after surgery, I started getting off just watching them get
hard. I think it is kind of a miracle that I can make that happen
and I enjoy doing it," she sounded pleased with herself and
smiled at me.
"But it does bug me that I'm just there to please them and they
don't care about pleasing me at all. Oh, and masturbation is like
five times harder. I used to be able to just grab and jerk. Now
it is a longer reach and a lot of rubbing. That also brings me to
peeing. Well, you have never experienced humility until you've
found yourself standing in a puddle of your own urine while
hiking. Yep, as a man you just find a bush but I've found that as
a woman, it is better to look for a little bit of a slope."
I suddenly realized that she was hinting that she needed to pee
right now. I pulled over at a rest stop and she quickly drifted
off to do her thing.
Chapter Twelve
Looking back
Lake was talking even before she got in the truck. It was kind of
embarrassing to tell you the truth. Okay, I was engaged to a
transsexual/ponygirl but I didn't want everyone else to know it.
I felt that everyone was staring at us, even though I'm sure that
no one could have really heard her. It just wasn't something that
I was comfortable talking about in public yet.
"I had my first surgery during Christmas break. You can't imagine
how scary it was laying there afterward. Before surgery, it
seemed like it was all this big adventure that I was going to go
on but after it, I was in it, like it or not."
I started pushing her into the truck and she kept talking.
"Oh, I still looked like a boy with my clothes on as I left the
hospital with my father but that all changed in the hotel room.
My trainer arrived the morning before I was released and he had
all kinds of girls clothes with him. He had me out of boys
clothes the minute that I walked in the door. At first he was
taking pictures of me naked for the stables web page and then he
had me in the girl clothing. You can't imagine how hard that was
for me. Oh, I knew how to put on make-up, we did it a lot in
ponygirl class. I wasn't really ready for the whole thing at once
though."
Lake looked at me, "You know that we spent two weeks in Thailand
that trip? It was wonderful and painful all at the same time. I
had to dress as an Arab girl wearing skirts and sit on this big
rubber doughnut the whole second week. While we toured the
country by junk. I was in pain and sea sick most of the time. It
wasn't much better than being in the hospital. But it is a fond
memory now. It was the last real time that my father treated me
as his child."
Lake was quiet again for a little while. She just stared out the
window as the scenery went by.
"Dad bought Sandy when we got back and he started taking lessens
on how to treat ponygirls. I was allowed to wear boy clothes at
school but I did have to wear my girl's panties underneath."
I was pulling off the road into a grocery store to pick up some
food, when she looked back and smiled at me. "Don't you have any
more questions for me, yet?"
The truth was, I didn't even know the answers to the questions
that I had for me. Like, what kind of a guy marries a girl that
used to be a guy and why do it? While she had been telling me her
story, I had been thinking about it. Couples get together to have
kids. Well, I was getting pretty long in the tooth and probably
wouldn't be looking to have kids anyway. There was a second
reason and that was to protect each other and share time as they
got older. Lake was still pretty young and I probably wouldn't be
there for her in her old age. But she seemed to want to give me
that gift of sharing and I enjoy her company, so I began to
settle down a bit.
"Yes, when we were in LA, you were so out-there and now you are
so reserved. What happened?" I asked her.
"Well, ponygirls are trained not to draw attention to ourselves.
We are supposed to be pretty to look at but that's it. But I was
really a fish out of water and very nervous with you and your
friends in LA. I wanted you to like me and so I acted up a lot.
I'm sorry. I guess that's the reason that I've been talking so
much as well."
It looked like all the wind was taken out of her sails.
"Oh no, listening to your stories have helped me understand you a
lot and it has helped me understand how I feel about you," I told
her.
She smiled back, "and what have you decided?"
"I've decided that you have had a lot longer to think about this
than I have but I think that I understand you a little better and
I'm starting to feel comfortable with it." I told her.
"Good, I'm starting to feel more comfortable with you too. I
wasn't sure if you would regret taking me home until now." She
said smiling as she visibly relaxed.
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