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Off The Rails ? by: Jennifer Richardson
I took my shot, the cue ball angling round the rails and settling
gently against the top cushion. The eight ball was tight against the
left side rail just passed the centre pocket. I glanced at the two ten
pound notes under the cube of chalk knowing there was a fair chance
that they would soon be tucked into my jeans pocket.
Simon Nash, my opponent and best friend gave me a broad grin.
"What about making things a little bit more interesting?"
Simon and I had known each other since infants school, his Mum and mine
having been best friends led us to become more like brothers than
anything else. Tall, very good looking and self assured, and always
seemingly a ladies man, it had come as a surprise to me when he had
come out to me three years back.
"How do you mean?" I asked, looking at the cash and the position of the
eight ball again.
"How about, the loser pays a forfeit?" he smiled in that oh so
confident way of his and then chalked his cue.
"Such as?"
"Let's see who wins first, but no backing out."
The cue ball was too tight against the top cushion, the eight ball too
far along the rail from the bottom left pocket.
"Right, you're on," I said, walking round the side of the table to my
drink.
It all happened so quickly but seemed to play itself out in slow
motion.
The cue connected with the cue ball with a lot of check side. Traveling
in a diagonal across the table and clipping the right side of the black
ball. I watched the cue ball rolling towards the bottom left pocket.
The eight ball described a perfectly straight line across to the bottom
right pocket and rattled in the jaws. It stayed up, only just, and I
allowed myself a sigh of relief.
The cue ball, with a mind of its own bounced off the jaws of the pocket
opposite the eight ball and rolled slowly along the rail. The cue ball
gave the eight ball the slightest of kisses, dropping the black into
the pocket and staying up itself. My sigh of relief turned into a
shocked gasp.
"I think you'd better have a seat Mike, you don't look very well," he
laughed and went to the bar, leaving me slumped in my chair in
disbelief.
He was still laughing when he came back, he sat down after putting the
beers on the table.
"Thirsty work this gambling business isn't it?" He asked.
I grunted for want of a better reply.
"So, the forfeit, Simon's voice dropped low, I think that we'll meet in
here at seven tomorrow night, I'll stand the drinks for the night, all
you have to do is show me your secret."
My heart leapt up into my throat.
"What are you on about?" I said in a strangled voice.
"Last weekend, when I was waiting in your lounge I found an envelope of
photographs down the side of the sofa."
I knew exactly what he was talking about but said nothing.
"Very nice Mike, by the time I was looking at the last one I was very
impressed."
How could I have been so stupid? Leaving the evidence lying around like
that? The series of pictures began with me standing in front of the
camera and tripod as naked as the day I'd been born. The last picture
was of a tall slim girl dressed in a clinging red dress, high heels and
with her long flowing blonde hair tumbling across the shoulders of a
black leather biker style jacket, cropped at the waist and tassels
along the sleeves.
"You could have told me you know, it's not as if you had to keep it
secret," Simon said quietly.
From being completely naked, through dressing in black lace lingerie,
to drying and styling my hair, through making up my face to stepping
into the tight fitting dress, the camera had captured my entire
transformation from Mike to Michelle.
"Does anyone else know?" He asked, sipping at his beer.
"No, I breathed, nobody else."
"How long?"
"Since I was seven," I admitted reluctantly.
"Why?"
"It relaxes me, I feel secure, more confident. It's alright for you,
you're the most confident guy I've ever met." I blurted.
"I actually meant why you never said anything. It's not like we've ever
kept secrets from each other is it?"
"So you think I should have said, oh by the way Simon, I'm a
transvestite, I like to dress up in women's clothes and call myself
Michelle?" I snapped at him in a whisper.
"Like I didn't suddenly tell you that I was gay?"
"That's different!" I objected.
"Really? If I'd looked at the pictures from back to front I wouldn't
have know it was you until the obvious."
I didn't know what to say so just said nothing, hiding behind my beer
glass.
"The shot of you putting the bra on was very sexy." Simon smiled.
"You've got really pretty tits you know."
In spite of myself I found I was giggling.
"Silicon, they stick on with an adhesive spray." I explained quietly.
"They looked real enough to me, the picture of you naked but for them
made you look like a shemale."
I blushed and glanced round the bar. There were plenty of drinkers but
none within earshot. I cursed myself silently for not putting the
photo's away. I'd taken them a couple of nights ago with my latest
investment a digital video camera that did both still pictures and home
movies. It was maybe just as well I hadn't left one of the video tapes
in the VCR, I'd filmed myself stripping and more. I'd not had the
opportunity to experiment with the camera further so it was still on
its tripod in my bedroom.
"Has Michelle ever been out before?"
I shook my head.
"If you'd been honest with me I could have told you of loads of places
she could have gone to. Bars, clubs that kind of thing, there are
always girls like Michelle in gay bars. Not that I've seen any as
pretty as Michelle is though."
What Simon was saying came as something of a boost to my ego, if not my
ego then certainly Michelle's.
"You're just saying that," I said, realising that I was actually
fishing for compliments, flirting even!
"No I'm not, you just wait for tomorrow night, see how many guys give
you the eye."
"Come on Simon, you're not seriously expecting me to go through with
this forfeit are you?"
"I'm going to have to insist upon it Mike, if you're not here for seven
o'clock tomorrow evening, I'll have no choice but to put one of your
photo's on the notice board at work."
Simon was a purchasing manager with the same company that I worked for,
all be it that he worked at head office where I worked at one of the
branch offices.
"You wouldn't!" I gasped.
"I think I probably would, think of it, the whole of head office
knowing your secret. How long before the branch knew?"
The flow of staff moving back and forth between the offices was
constant, to say nothing of the phone calls and the e-mails between the
two.
"You're supposed to be my best friend Simon!"
I stood up, preparing to leave when he caught me by the wrist, not
tightly but enough to stop me.
"I am your best friend, think how depressed you get, how lonely, how
guilty you feel. You'll see, let it out and you'll be a different
person."
* * * * * *
I was so terrified that my world was about to come crashing down round
my head that I had almost made myself sick with worry. Which was why,
at six thirty the following evening I found myself nervously opening
the front door of my apartment and stepping out in my heels.
Once I was stepping out down the pavement I felt a rush of excitement
that was just about indescribable. The thrill of hearing my heels click
on the paving, the feel of the breeze on my stocking clad legs and
through the tight dress was wonderful. My long blonde hair ruffled by
the wind, it was like a drug, a high that I didn't ever want to come
down from.
My nerves were still on edge but by the time I was half way to the bar
I'd begun to relax. Stepping into a bar where people knew me, if only
by my face, was almost like making a declaration. Certainly there were
plenty of looks from those sitting and standing in the bar but there
were no screams of horror or pointing fingers. Simon appeared at my
side and kissed me on the cheek then guided me over to a corner table.
"You look stunning Michelle." He smiled when he helped me slide out of
my leather jacket. His weren't the only eyes that roamed over me, from
the hoop earrings, the soft black scarf wrapped round my throat, over
the swell of my chest to the short mid thigh hem of my dress. He held
my chair for me when I sat, then took the chair opposite me.
I sipped at the glass of white wine Simon had bought for me and saw a
little smudge of cerise lip stick that remained on the glass. My
lipstick matched the high gloss of my cerise false nails.
"Can't expect you to drink pints of beer can we?"
We played pool together and when I was bending over to play my shots I
was very aware of the effect my looks were having on people. The dress
clung so tightly that I was confident that my stocking tops wouldn't be
revealed but I also knew that the dress revealed enough of me in any
case. I missed a shot on the black when Simon's hand settled onto my
backside, he squeezed gently and laughed when the cue ball missed the
target by a mile.
"You cheat!" I giggled, then blushed when I saw that the couple nearest
to us had obviously seen what he had down and were grinning at my
reaction.
The bell for last orders rang, catching me unaware of how quickly time
had passed. After another drink Simon suggested we leave.
"I'll walk you home Michelle, it's too late for a beautiful girl to be
out on her own."
He held my jacket for me and then slipped his hands round my waist
briefly before guiding me out into the night. One hand stayed round my
waist as we walked to my flat, my own doing the same, resting on his
left hip.
After fumbling in my handbag for the door key Simon stepped close to me
and held me by the shoulders. His lips met mine for a long moment, then
he stepped back.
I found myself breathing heavily, shocked by what he had done and also
by the way that the kiss had made me feel.
"Don't say anything." He said with a smile, I watched his mouth descend
towards mine again. I accepted his kiss, my head tilting back when his
tongue pushed into my mouth. Simon stepped closer and held me tightly,
my hands on his shirt front but feeling him lower down hard against me.
Breaking the kiss and leaving me gasping Simon took the key from e and
opened the door. I stepped into the flat and heard him closing the door
behind him. His hands reached for my jacket and removed it, as I
slipped my arms from the sleeves I half turned and felt him turning me
further round until I was in his arms again.
His hands were suddenly all over me, touching, caressing and exploring
as he walked me backwards into the lounge. My own hands moved of their
own accord, pushing his jacket back off his shoulders until he wriggled
his arms from it and dropped it to the floor.
My emotions were flying all over the place, I didn't quite know how I
was feeling or what I should be feeling but a mix of fear and arousal
were growing and I didn't know what to do with either. My hand ran
across the front of his trousers and felt just how Simon was feeling. I
sensed that I should move my hand away but for some reason I let it
linger there.
It was Simon who gently pushed me away, I looked into his face for a
moment and saw a slight smile flicker across his lips.
"See, I told you that I was your best friend, aren't you glad you came
out with me?"
I nodded.
"Can I have a photo of you as a souvenir?"
I went over to the sideboard with my heart hammering in my chest.
"Not one of those ones Michelle, I want to take one of you now, as you
are."
"I'll go and get the camera." I told him breathlessly.
The camera was still on its tripod, standing in my bedroom focused on
the bed. Whilst wondering if I should carry the whole thing through to
the lounge as it was I heard Simon close behind me.
"Set the timer and come sit next to me."
I looked back over my shoulder and saw him sitting quite relaxed on the
side of the bed.
I crossed the room and nervously sat beside him on the bed, to his
left. He drew me closer to him and held me, turning to look at him for
some kind of reassurance brought his lips to mine again. I felt his
fingers sliding under the hem of my dress, slipping higher onto my
stocking tops and then onto my smooth skinned thigh. Almost as if I was
watching from a distance I saw my fingers unbuttoning his shirt then
opening it so I could touch his skin.
The fingers of my left hand took on a life of their own and moved back
and forth over his smooth chest, rounding his nipples and down over his
stomach to the waistband of his trousers. Simon shrugged out of his
shirt then lay back on the bed. He looked up at me and smiled.
"Do you want me to...?" I couldn't finish the sentence.
"You don't have to," he replied, my fingers fumbled at the clip and
button, then eased down the zip.
"Do you want to?" he asked me, hand stroking my back.
"Yes!" I sobbed and opened his trousers.
Simon sat up and kicked off his shoes, then pushed his trousers down to
his knees and off onto the floor. His black silk boxer shorts barely
hid his arousal. Incapable of stopping myself I trailed my fingers
along the length, feeling it's heat and hardness. I sensed the power in
it and reached for the top of the shorts. Simon raised his hips from
the bed making it easy for me to slide his shorts down.
His cock reared up vertical and in a moment I had my hand wrapped round
its girth. I glanced in the dressing table mirror and saw myself
holding his cock. The image I saw neither shocked me or frightened me,
the girl in the mirror was smiling as she worked her fingers up and
down the erection she had caused.
Simon groaned when I lightly ran my thumb over the swollen head and I
had a sense of the power and control that I could own. I felt his hands
tugging the hem of my dress up over my thighs. Again I watched myself
in the mirror, releasing his cock then reaching for the hem myself and
drawing it up higher, up and over my head and off. I dropped it on the
floor and turned my attention back to his cock.
I watched myself leaning over, gently holding him while my lips lowered
to plant a kiss on it's purple head. I tasted him then, such a salty
taste, not unpleasant at all. Running my tongue over it I licked and
lapped at it, the tip of my tongue flicking in and out until my lips
swallowed the head.
Simon held very still while I experimented, then slowly I began to move
up and down on him. Each dip of my head took more of him into my mouth
until I passed the gagging reflex and took him all the way into my
throat. My nose was nestled in his pubic hair when I began to suck and
blow as if I was a whore. The more I took the more I liked it, feeling
my own hardness growing in my panties.
I felt Simon reaching for me and reluctantly eased back from him. I
stood up and let him pull my panties down. His mouth closing on my cock
has it sprang forward. He began working his fingers on me as he sucked
and I thought I was going to lose control. I stepped back but his hands
held my waist and turned me round. He pulled me back to him and buried
his face in my naked behind. I bent over slightly, marveling at my
reflection, I watched myself back onto the bed and kneel down, bending
over with my backside in the air.
I felt his hands splay my cheeks, a finger pushed gently against my
opening and invaded, little by little until I felt his knuckles.
"I'm going to finger you until you come Michelle."
It was such a warm feeling, his finger sliding in and out, first one
and then another, then a third until I felt as if I was going to burst.
Faster and faster, the heat growing to boiling point, fire burned in
every nerve, I felt it building and building until his left hand
sneaked round to grasp and work at my cock. I sat up slightly and in
doing so drove his fingers as deep as they would go. I saw my wanton
lust crazed reflection and flooded his hand with my cum.
I was still soaring, still in the throws of climax when Simon withdrew
his hand from my cock. I watched him through hooded eyes when he
smeared his cock wit my cream and then pushed me down again.
With my cum lubricating his prick it slid easily into me. There was a
sharp pain for a moment and then the fire built again as inch after
inch slid into me, all of him, filling me and opening me up. I groaned
deep in my throat when his balls met my cheeks. Then he began to take
me, slowly he teased me, easing all the way out but for the bulbous
head and then slowly back in, building up a rhythm that I began to
match, meeting each easy thrust by bucking back with my hips.
Long strokes, short strokes, hard strokes and easy strokes, my cock
began to swell again as Simon really began to piston in and out of me.
Harder and harder until I was moaning and squealing in delight, I felt
him quickening and his breathing coming in short sharp grunts and
gasps, driving in and out until he went rigid, hands clamped on my
hips, he held me tight while liquid flame spurted out. Filling me and
flooding me, sobbing I collapsed forward on the bed. A few short
stabbing thrusts and a second wave creamed into me. Simon stayed inside
me until he softened then he eased out of me.
Simon was true to his word, he was my best friend and became my
boyfriend and lover. We kept up the charade for six months until he was
promoted to the executive board. In celebration we went on holiday to
Thailand. The following morning I answered the door to the persistent
knocking and found a porter standing there with a large box in his
hands. After signing for it I took it into the room and on Simon's say
so I opened it.
I found a knee length sheath dress of shimmering ivory satin inside
with matching high heels. Within the hour we were outside on a terrace
where we were blessed as a couple. He in a dark suit and me in my
beautiful hand made silk wedding dress. There was another surprise for
me when I got home, an appointment card for a cosmetic surgery.
With my new full proud bust I couldn't very well go back to work in the
office and as it turned out the day we'd arrived in Thailand was the
last day I ever wore male clothes. The operation I had to remove my
Adam's apple was done at the same private hospital where I'd had my
tits done. So I now live permanently as Mrs Michelle Nash.
There was an awful lot of press coverage and a police investigation
into the disappearance of Michael Conner. They never found anything as
far as we are aware. My parents and family were distraught but what
could we do? Simon's parents were stunned when they saw the wedding
photo's and more than a little bit annoyed that they'd missed their
son's big day. Neither saw me for anything other than what I appeared
to be. A stunning blonde girl who had converted their son from being
gay to becoming straight, to make it up to his parents we had a small
service in their village church where I got to wear the full ivory
wedding gown that all girls dream about.
Simon's colleagues were as stunned about his sudden heterosexuality as
they had been when he'd come out as a gay man. It has certainly helped
him career wise where he goes from strength to strength, as does the
social life that goes with it, dinner dances, golf club dinner's and
such like.
I got a little bored playing housewife so I opened a salon for
transvestites. They come to see me for makeovers and to relax in the
lounge where they can chat to like minded girls, read magazines or
watch video's.
All in all life is wonderful, our new house out in the country, our
social life and our cash business on the side. I could never have
dreamed of being as happy and Simon certainly keeps me that way. All
this and more, all from a fluked eight ball off the rails.
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