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Title: There's No Place Like Home Part 1 Author: A. K. Remenko Preface: 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). Note: Reading the author's previous work "Where Angels Fear to Tread" will provide background information and is recommended. This story is told in a series of first person accounts by the characters involved. Click your heels together three times and Chapter One - Darla Another Saturday night at Joanne's. God, it seems like yesterday I was here for the first time, but it's been over three years! I can and do go to regular places but there's something about the TG community I find irresistible. I guess it's just the feeling of being a "special gurl" that I find so appealing. Plus, the other gurls are so much more fun to be with than the straight crowd. I kinda get "star of the bar" treatment here so it does have ego appeal too. I stayed home last week because I had a cold and was just not up for going out; so I made a special effort to look really good tonight. My latest steady is married and I got tired of the iffy kind of dates we had so I broke it off. He didn't seem too put off; I kinda think his wife was getting bad vibes and he was getting trouble at home so it was probably for the best. When I first started I was really hot for cock any way I could get it but now I'd really rather have a nice steady. They're just so darned hard to find and I get too horny to wait long. Pam's date did a double take when he saw me tonight. I was leaving as he arrived. Got myself real tricked out, mini, low cut clingy top, demi-cup bra and my nipples pointing the way. Shook my bottom good on the way to the car to give him a treat. It'll be fun to hear what he had to say from Pam tomorrow. They're going to some fancy place for dinner; he's gonna blow a ton of money if I know my Pam. Anyway, Lexi sent me a blurb online that Sarah had some big trouble so I guess I'll get the scoop tonight. Chapter Two Lexi Poor Sarah! Her girlfriend busted her and she got the ultimatum. She was so careful too. Kept most of her stuff in a rental storage unit. The place doesn't have 24/7 access so on nights out she have to leave her things in her can trunk when she went home. Seems her girlfriend got up earlier last Sunday to do some fast grocery shopping and her car battery was dead. She left the dome light on I guess. Anyway, she took Sarah's car and when she went to put the groceries in the trunk she found Sarah's stuff. Guess she went ballistic when Sarah told her she was a TGurl. They've been living together about a year and a half and got engaged a couple of months ago. Sarah's girlfriend told her she could go out one more time if she wanted tonight, to say goodbye to us. Chapter Three Darla Lexi got to the bar a little after I did and the rest of the gurls wandered in over time. Lexi filled me in on Sarah and we though she was maybe not gonna show but she arrived a little after 11:00. Boy was she down in the dumps. It was pretty bad; Sarah's fianc?e gave her the two-hour scream and rant thing and Sarah couldn't get much in I guess. After a while the others drifted to dance and stuff so Sarah and I had some time alone. "What 'ya gonna do?" I asked her. "I don't know" she sighed. "I'm pretty sure I can't give up being a TGurl; I've tried that a few times already. But there doesn't seem to be any reasoning with Bev so I'm really stuck. I moved in to her place because it was bigger and I got rid of most of my furniture. She made it clear if I didn't change like NOW I would be out on my ass. Don't feel like living under a bridge for while." "What about your parents?" I asked her. "Bev said if I didn't quit she was gonna tell everybody and my parents would just freak. They're real uptight about everything." "Well, I guess you could stay with me and Pam for a while. I'd have to check with her first though," I offered. "Nah, you're married and all and I wouldn't want to put you out. I just don't know any of the gurls well enough to ask them for that kind of help; I'd feel like hell." "Hey, wait a minute! I just thought of something," I said and looked around for Pauline. Chapter Four Pauline I saw Darla waving me over to where she and Sarah were sitting. I like Darla but I'm just so jealous. She is such a hottie; I wish I could look half that good. And Saturday night she was looking extra special good. Anyway I walked over to where they were sitting. I'd heard the news about Sarah and she really looked depressed. "Pull up a chair Pauline," Darla said, "Drinks on me; talk to Sarah I'll be right back." "Hi Sarah," I smiled, "Sorry to hear about what happened." "Uh, yeah thanks Pauline," she mumbled obviously preoccupied with her situation. We chatted about nothing much in particular while we waited for Darla to return with the drinks. Darla put the drinks down and took her seat. "To us," Darla said raising her glasses. We touched glasses but I could see Sarah's heart wasn't in it. "Pauline" Darla said turning to me, "didn't you stay with Vince for a while when there was that fire at your apartment building?" Indeed I had. There's been a fire in the laundry room and while there was no fire damage to my unit there was smoke damage. Happily enough I had not been there when the fire broke out. Sarah wrinkled her nose, "You mean that older guy that dates TGurls?" and added quickly, "Uh, no offense Darla." Dar just laughed, "None taken hon. Vince is a good guy and a real gentleman. He never hit on you, did he?" Sarah's expression relaxed and she said, "No, we talked briefly a few times and he's bought me a couple of drinks. Now that I think of it he was pretty nice. Way nicer than some of the jerks in this place." Darla looked at me again, "Pauline give us a little background on what it was like staying with Vince. Not that Sarah's gonna do it but she's in a tough spot and it never hurts to have a contingency plan for emergencies." I thought for a moment then answered, "It was fine. He was a gracious host, generous and thoughtful. He pulled his share of the load with cooking and such. I had my own bedroom and my own bath. His place isn't real big but it's nice. Decent sized kitchen, family room with a wet bar, restroom and his office downstairs and three bedrooms and two full baths upstairs. He travels a bit, so quite often I had the place to myself. He only had one rule and that was he didn't really want to see me in boy mode and that was fine with me. I don't want ANYBODY from this place seeing me as a boy!" I laughed. I continued, "He'd just give me a heads up when he was coming home. I never had to go all out, just fix my hair and put on a little makeup, dress as casual as I liked. I was up and gone before he woke up so mornings were never a problem. His place has a two car attached garage so getting out in gurl mode was a snap. If I got in later he'd stay busy in his office 'til I was ready. He's a pretty good cook too! I put on a few pounds there I had to lose later. Actually I spent a fair amount of time in gurl mode even when he wasn't around. I don't know if you noticed but I was much better with makeup by the time I moved back to my place. It was kinda like being on vacation in a way, change of scenery and all. He never made any unwelcome advances so I felt very secure." Darla turned to Sarah, "Vince will probably be in later and I'll explain things to him. If he says it's OK you two can talk and you can have that for a backup plan in case the you-know-what hits the fan with Bev." Sarah nodded and said, "Yeah, sure. I guess that'd be OK." Chapter Five Vince I cruised into Joanne's a little after 12:30. I almost didn't stop as the place would only be open for a couple of more hours but I had a taste for a beer and it wasn't too far out of the way. Also I hadn't stopped in for a week or two and thought it would be nice to say "hi" to some of the gurls. I no sooner hit the door than Darla was pulling me to the bar to buy me a beer and talk to me about "something important." She filled me in on the whole business with Sarah and then made her pitch about Sarah staying with me if things got bad saying it was "just in case." Well, I know how "just in case" things had a way of happening so I gave it some thought. Darla reminded me that the arrangement with Pauline had worked out well, and it had. "Sarah is real, real nice," Darla lobbied me. "You've talked to her right?" "Yeah, a few times I said," pulling on my beer. "Love it when she walks away from me," I grinned. "She's got a nice ass." "Oh you!" Darla slapped my arm. "She's a straight gurl so don't go getting any ideas. You behaved yourself with Pauline and just make sure you do with Sarah if it would happen that she stayed with you. You help me out with this and I'll see you don't suffer," she added giving my cock a little squeeze. "Besides, I kind miss this." That was followed by another squeeze. Who was I to argue with that kind of salesmanship? A hand on my cock and a lovely pair of tits staring me in the face was never known to increase my level of resistance. Darla went to fetch Sarah and the three of us grabbed a table and talked it over. Chapter Six Sarah God I was a mess. I had so much to worry about I didn't know what to worry about first. Bev, me getting "outed", my parents, no more being a gurl, no place to live, my head was swimming. The chat with Darla and Vince at the bar table was OK. Vince was very nice but that didn't make all the other things go away. My job with the county was OK I supposed. Civil service and all and we had more than a few openly gay and lesbian people there so I didn't think the CD thing would cost me my job. It wasn't a great job but it paid alright and the benefits were good enough. Still the thought of losing Bev was really tearing me up. Several times later during the conversation Darla and Vince had to get my attention because I'd missed some of things they said. I guess I was in a fog. I got pretty much all of it though. The deal with Vince seemed reasonable and while I wasn't completely sure he was OK that wasn't too high up on my worry list just then. I had never seen Bev so angry. I honestly think she'd have been less ticked off had she caught me cheating. And what had I done that had been so terrible? After a few drinks I got more angry than worried. Here I was being threatened with being pilloried over some clothes! Damn women! Sure, I knew there was some chance I'd get busted. We all live with that, it's just that I never thought it would happen to me. I glanced at the clock and figured I'd better switch to coffee so I wouldn't go home buzzed and piss Bev off even more. I half toyed with the idea of going home and staying dressed so she could see I looked pretty good and it wasn't all that bad. Chapter Seven Vince Sarah is a sweet kid. Hope everything works out for her. She showed good sense in cutting off the drinks well before closing time so that gave me some confidence in her judgment. Damn Darla kept teasing me though. Didn't take much to distract her though. "Uh-oh" she said nodding toward the door. "The college boys are here. They go to the straight club and the young GG's get 'em all hot and bothered so they come here looking for relief," she giggled. "Started out with one of 'em and I guess his buddies found out." "Oh gawwwd," Sarah drawled as the guys spotted Darla and walked over to our table. Introductions were made and I could see Sarah was uncomfortable so I took her arm and said, "C'mon, let's dance." She gave me a strange look and then I could see the light go on for her and she said "sure." We grabbed our drinks and headed through the door to the dance side of the bar. As we walked across the dance floor to the bar on the dance room side Sarah turned to me and said, "You sure it's OK leaving Darla alone with those three guys?" "I'm more worried about the three boys I'm leaving alone with Darla, " I chuckled. Chapter Eight Darla So there I was sitting alone with three hunky young guys with churning libidos, damn I love that Vince. Gets Sarah out of range and sets me up at the same time. Danny was the one I knew best and he wasted no time in pulling up a chair and sitting close; I made sure I was rubbing my tits against him every chance I got. The other two were taking it all in. Len sat on my right side and the other guy, I forget his name, was the odd man out. It wasn't long before Danny's hand was on my thigh so my hand went to his lap for a plumbing check. He was hard and ready and leaking; I felt that neat little wet spot they get on the front of their slacks, always a good sign. Still it was getting late and three might be a handful so I flagged down Lexi. She took what's-his-name for a little slow dancing which cut my odds down to a manageable size. "So what brings you guys here tonight?" I asked Danny. What he wanted to say was the thought of a grade A, first class, swallow every drop head job what he got out was "Uh, nothin' much." How precious. Lenny was trying to get a look down the front of my top at my tits so I made life easier for him by leaning forward and pushing my shoulders in a little. He got a nice shot of stiff-nippled titty if I'm any judge. "Len drove his Dad's new van tonight" Danny blurted out. "Oh wow, I really love vans" I purred, "Can I see?" Len managed only a, "Well, gee, I don't know," until he got this don't-be-an-asshole look from Danny then it was, "Oh yeah, sure," and we were off to the parking lot. Danny lost whatever inhibitions he may have had so I get felt up pretty good on the way to the Van. My bra was unhooked and my top bunched up right after we took seats in the back. They had their mouths own my tits like starving babies and my motor was really running. It wasn't long before Danny had his nice big cock out and trying to get it in my mouth. "Oh no honey," I smiled, "drivers first," Danny groaned and I helped Len with his pants. His pecker popped out and it was a nice one. Not super big but with one of those cute little curves in it. I turned to Danny and said, "Patience sugar, don't play with that thing too much. I don't want you cumming too quick." I knelt on the floor between Len's legs so he could play with my tits while I sucked. Love that. After a few minutes working Len in my mouth I came up for air and asked Danny if he wanted to fuck me while I did Len. But he wanted head. These rookies don't know how good nice tight Tpussy can be. I went back to work on Len. They'd had a few beers so getting him to cum was gonna be a little work but it's labor I enjoy. I slurped away on him noisily for some time. He eventually slumped back against the seat and I knew that if he wasn't interested in my tits anymore it meant he was well on his way to popping. I felt his hands on my head holding it in place but I wasn't going anywhere. His hips bucked and he started squirting. I locked my lips just back of his cock head so I could taste it all. These young guys taste so sweet and, after all the cock teasing he was probably subjected to at the straight club, he was nice and full. After I made sure Len was empty I turned to Danny. He hadn't listened to me and he was positively oozing pre-cum. He got his hands on my head too and I got a good but brief mouth fucking topped off by a mega load. Danny was still quivering so I had Len hook my bra up which took a while. He still had the shakes too. I saw a guy's head in the back seat of Lexi's car and knew that was probably college boy number three. By the time I go myself together and was getting out, Lexi was walking number three back to the van. He jumped in and the boys took off. As they drove away Lexi giggled, "Suppose we'll get flowers tomorrow?" When we got in the light near the bar I told her she had cum in her hair. "Yeah, he didn't warn me. He just started shooting when I was licking the shaft. Got most of it though!" What a pro. Chapter Nine Lexi We killed time 'til the bar closed. Dar and I went for breakfast after our "appetizer" and Sarah left when we did. Vince had evidently departed earlier. We tried to get Sarah to come to breakfast with us but she thought it would be better if she went straight home. She thought getting in real late would only get Bev angrier. It was probably the right move to make. Dar and I talked about how different our situations were from Sarah's over breakfast. Some wives or SO's can be so cool about T's and some just get whacko. Dar admitted that partying was fun but she wouldn't mind a real steady, for as long as that usually lasted. Sad to say guys who like gurls generally have a roving eye and we have to understand that. All these young hotties are coming out, more all the time. Chapter Ten Darla Well, I WAS gonna sleep in Sunday but the damn phone kept ringing. When I looked at the clock radio it said 11:00AM and I had to admit that was late enough. I was in Pam's room. Her date was a washout and she was horny so she took me to bed and we screwed each other silly with our strap-ons 'til who knows when. After the college boys got me warmed up I needed a good fucking. The phone finally stopped and I got outta bed and headed for the kitchen to make coffee for Pam. I was in the kitchen only a short time when it rang again and I guess I sounded kinda crabby when I answered. "Gee, I'm sorry. Did I call too soon?" the voice asked. Then I recognized the voice as Sarah's. "Oh hon., sorry didn't mean to seem mad at you, just got up," I told her feeling a little guilty. "What's up?" "Big trouble Darla. When I got home the door was chained from the inside and all of my stuff was in trash bags by the door. Bev flipped out. I called her from a pay phone and she told me she changed her mind; we're through. She called my parents, all our friends and she says tomorrow morning she's calling my boss." Oh damn. "Not only that, Vince gave me his number but now I can't find it. I spent the whole night in my car. I called all the gurls I could think of and finally got your number from Liz." "Oh honey, I am sorry," I sympathized. "I know we have Vince's number here someplace. Hang on." You know how you can never find anything when you need it? Well I knew Vince's number was around someplace, in the puter if no place else, but I couldn't get it fast enough. I returned to the phone. "Listen Sarah, just come here. Vince may not be home anyway and you can camp out here for a while 'til we get a hold of him. Pam won't mind when I explain." Pam wouldn't either. I never got a chance to tell her about Sarah but Pam is really nice and she'd never make me leave a sister out on a limb like this. I gave Sarah directions and told her to come right over. She said it was gonna be a little while as she needed to stop at her storage unit to get all her gurl stuff. She said she'd need it if she was gonna stay with Vince. Then I took Pam's coffee to her and explained what was happening. Pam was very cool about it and said she'd find Vince's number. Pam had called Vince to set days and times and stuff when Vince was breaking me in. Sarah arrived about an hour later so Pam and I were up and dressed and ready for her. Sarah looked like she spent the night in her car so Pam hustled her off to my room and the shower so she could clean up and get dressed to go to Vince's. We tried calling Vince a bunch of times but no luck. Pam finally remembered she had his cell phone number too and we finally got him that way. I asked him where he was. "Eh, a little shopping groceries and other things," he said. "Get more groceries," I told him, "you've got a new roomie." I filled him in on the debacle at Sarah's place and he was surprised, but not TOO surprised. "Yeah, I figured there was a chance it would blow up," he said. He asked that Sarah give him time to finish shopping, maybe two or three hours, and gave me directions to give to Sarah. He said he'd call when he got back home. Sarah finished dressing and came to the kitchen wearing girl's slacks and a long sleeved top. She had light makeup on and looked pretty good considering, although her wig needed a little work. I told her I'd take care of that while she relaxed and talked to Pam. Chapter Eleven Pam I guess women ARE hard to understand. Here I go to the considerable time and effort to make my hubby into a very nice TGurl and this Bev woman takes a perfectly good candidate and throws her away. Go figure. Sarah was attractive, mid twenties I guessed and even without a wig I could see she would be pretty as a gurl. The poor thing was so stressed out and miserable it broke my heart. Her former fianc?e even went so far as to trash Sarah's relationship with her parents and friends. Talk about vindictive. Darla had told me Sarah wasn't into guys but it was easy to see guys would love to get into her. I thought I knew Vince well enough to reassure Sarah that it would be fine staying with Vince 'til she could get her own place. "Just go to Vince's, throw your stuff in your room there and take a nap," I told her, "You look like you could use it and sleep will help." Dar had told me the gurl had spent the night in her car. "Work tomorrow will take your mind off things and you can do some thinking on taking care of these issues this week." She explained that Bev had said she was going to call Sarah's boss so I told Sarah to get to work early and give the boss a "heads up." Bosses get used to some of this personal bullshit and if the guy was OK and prepared for it, it shouldn't be a problem. I told her that Bev probably wouldn't call and if she did I'd help Sarah out. First I told her she could use me as a reference. I also explained that I was a lawyer and if Bev DID get out of hand I'd simply call her and tell her if she didn't cease and desist she'd get slapped with a lawsuit. That usually shut people up. I'm in real estate law but Bev didn't need to know that. Plus hearing it from another woman would probably even carry more weight. Darla came back with Sarah's wig and she'd done a pretty good job styling it. "Out of practice with wigs," she said, "but I think I did OK. C'mon Sarah lets get it on and touch up your makeup." Darla led Sarah back to her room and I grabbed my coffee and headed for my office. Chapter Twelve Vince I called Pam's place when I got home and told Sarah she could come over any time. I told her I'd leave the garage door open and she should just pull in and we'd put her things in her room right away and get that out of the way. I told her I'd make dinner and she could crash while I got dinner ready. She disappeared upstairs and I got to work. Dinner wasn't going to be anything fancy, some steaks, twice baked potato and a salad backed up by some wine. I poured myself a scotch and started to work on the spuds. It would be easy to get everything else ready when Sarah woke up and I didn't want to rush her. When everything was ready to go I poured another drink and settled down to watch TV and read the paper. After about two hours I heard Sarah stirring upstairs and called to her that here was no hurry on dinner and she should take her time. I got some cheese and crackers out for a little appetizer and when she came down I asked her if she wanted a drink or some wine. She asked for the wine and while I opened it she checked out the kitchen and noticed the steaks. "Oh those look good!" she exclaimed, "I am starved." "Have a seat in the family room and have some snacks with your wine while I get everything ready," I told her. She did while I finished getting the salads ready and threw the steaks on the broiler. We sat down to dinner when the steaks were ready; they were large and she really did hers justice. When we finished I told her to relax in the family room, I'd clean up later so we could talk for a while. "Vince, dinner was great. Thanks so much!" she said sipping her wine. "My pleasure" I replied. "Listen Vince I really want to help with expenses so I'll hit the ATM at lunch tomorrow and get some money for you. I have enough for gas and lunch but not much more, or I could give you a check." "No hurry Sarah, it'll all work out. Just concentrate on work for now, we'll worry about the rest later. Have enough to eat? Dessert maybe?" "No thanks, I feel just right now." "What time do you need to get up for work?" "Well," Sarah mused, "In my department we work 7:30 to 4:30 and the drive is going to be a little longer from here than from my place so I better leave at 7:00 latest and maybe 6:45 would be better." "That'll work fine; I won't be up much before 8:00 and you'll be long gone. I'll give you a garage door opener and a house key. When you get home just go upstairs, I'll be working in my office. Sorry about the being-a-gurl thing while I'm around but I'll just handle that more comfortably." "Oh, no problem. It's very little to ask considering how you've come to my rescue," taking another drink of wine. "It'll be fun spending more time as a gurl, I don't get enough of that." Chapter Thirteen Sarah I got to work a little early Monday morning and alerted my boss to a possible call from Bev. I didn't get specific, just that we'd had problems and she was not behaving well. He was pretty cool about it and it turned out to be a waste of time; Bev never called so I'm glad I didn't spill the whole story. I called my Dad at work to try to talk to him and got an earful. He called me a sick pervert and told me he and mom would have nothing to do with me until I went to a psychiatrist and got myself cured. There was as little reasoning with him as there was with Bev. If figured I'd give him a week or two to cool off and try again. I called two of my buddies to try to meet with them and explain and they both hung up on me, as did Bev when I called her. Tried to put that out of my mind so I concentrated on work until lunchtime came. At noon I headed out to grab a bite and to hit the ATM for some cash. I got nothing from the ATM; Bev had already cleaned out most our joint checking and savings accounts. I could kick myself for not thinking of that. She was really on a mission. It's not like we had a ton of money but at least half of it was mine. I had been saving for a new car, as mine was getting more expensive to maintain than it was worth. I was sick. Not only could I not pay Vince what I'd promised I'd probably have to borrow money from him. I had thought Bev would return the engagement ring so I could get out from under those payments but given her actions and attitude that was most likely a foolish hope. I wouldn't get paid 'til next week. About the only thing I could do was to tell payroll to stop my direct deposit and wait for my check. I could ask for an advance but that was really frowned on. The last thing I wanted was to make trouble at work. I thought about trying more calls when I got back to Vince's place but I didn't want anybody with caller ID getting his number and making trouble for him. I was sure there was a way to block that but I didn't know how. I'd felt better last night but now I was really down in the dumps again. By the time the day was over I was glad to get out of there and head back to Vince's. I didn't know all that much about him yet but I did know he was accepting of me and he was one of the few people I knew that wasn't treating me like dirt. I pulled into the garage went in calling to Vince that I was back and went upstairs to get cleaned up and change for dinner. The place smelled terrific, spaghetti sauce with some garlic for sure. I got cleaned up and decided to wear slacks and a light blue sweater I had over bra and panties. I'm not very fast with makeup so that took a little too long but eventually I was ready. When I went downstairs Vince was still in his office so I went to check on him. "Hey there." "Hi" he said and glanced up, "You look very nice!" "Thank you sir!" "How did it go today?" "Not well, I'll fill you in over dinner, which by the way smells divine." "It's my cocktail hour," he said pushing back from his desk, "Care to join me?" "Yes, but you relax; you waited on me yesterday so now it's my turn. Scotch on the rocks with a little water if I remember from yesterday?" "Yup, and maybe a little twist of lemon?" "Done. I picked up a newspaper, so you sit in the family room and relax and I'll make the drinks." It felt good doing something for him. I knew I was going to be really goddamn embarrassed when I got around to explaining the cash situation to him so I made myself a good drink too. I wasn't that big a scotch fan but figured what the hell; it was decent scotch. Dinner was really good and it was a shame to ruin it for myself with what I had to tell Vince. He let me tell it all without interrupting. When I was done he only asked one question. ""How much do you need?" "Just enough for lunches and gas 'til I get paid next week." He pulled out his money clip and handed me two fifties. "Enough?' "Oh Vince, that's plenty. Thank you so much." "No problem, you have some friends that vouched for you and their word is gold here." The next couple of weeks rolled by quickly. I buried myself in work and Vince and I settled into a routine; everything there went pretty well. I tried my hand at a little cooking and did OK. At least Vince said it was OK. I made no progress with my friends or my parents and Bev never called me either. Getting dressed often was the only thing that seemed to take my mind off my troubles. When I was Sarah I had lots of nice friends and when I wasn't I had no one, not even family. Chapter Fourteen Darla I called Sarah Friday after work to see how her first couple of weeks with Vince had gone. She said it had gone well and she was feeling much more comfortable with the arrangement. She filled me in on the shit her bitchy ex had pulled and about the other stuff too. "You going out tomorrow night?" I asked her. "I don't know if I should." "Aw c'mon gurl," I said, "You owe yourself some fun time." "Yeah, I guess. I've been staying home every night and I am a little bored. I had to borrow some money from Vince but I did pay him back so I guess there's room in the budget." "He'll understand; he's probably coming to the club and I bet he'd be happy if you went with him." Chapter Fifteen Vince I didn't want to push it but I figured Sarah needed a night out so I asked her if she wanted to go out tonight. She was a little hesitant. "Look, you've had a tough couple of weeks all things considered. You need to go out and have some fun," I told her. "My treat, I'll be the designated driver so can raise a little hell and not have to worry about anything." "You sure?" "Absolutely. It'll be fun to have company during the ride to the club and back. Worth the price of admission," I added with a smile. Her whole demeanor seemed to change on Saturday especially when it was time for her to get ready to go out. I could just sense her lighten up; she seemed to truly be able to push the recent bad incidents out of her mind. Good for her. Chapter Sixteen Sarah Well, out on Saturday night and a rare treat. It was sooooo great not to have to go to the storage unit, then change and do makeup in the car. Plus I didn't even have to drive! Wish I could dress as nice as the other gurls though. I never could get smooth with Bev and all so I only have slacks and long sleeve tops. And now I'm too broke to get any new things what with saving for stuff for a new place, and helping Vince out with expenses; plus there are car expenses and the payments on the engagement ring. I wanted to get the ring paid off quickly so the payments wouldn't last that long but for now they were a hefty bite. I almost didn't go Saturday but I'm glad I did. Every other time I always had to worry about getting caught and the consequences. Already been there though, so it was about a stress free night out as I've ever had. Vince was very cool, bought all my drinks and I just told all the jerks I was there with him. That worked like charm. I told Vince I did it so he could back me up if any of 'em wouldn't take "no" for an answer. I did a lot of dancing with the other gurls and likely had a little too much to drink but it felt great. I spent way more time with Darla than I ever did before. She's a lot of fun and, man, do the guys go for her. Of course she's been on hormones for a couple of years, which makes a big difference. I always shied away from her a bit because I didn't want anybody to think I was into guys like she is but I can see now that was a mistake. She's not pushy about it with me and she is a lot of fun. She told me all about her and Pam and how it all started and it was interesting to listen to. I only wish Bev could have been as cool as Pam was about it. No matter now. I told Dar I thought about trying to call Bev but Dar said that would be a mistake. She said the best thing to do was give Bev time and if she came around she'd call me. Dar said that was probably unlikely soon given what Bev did; she'd feel really foolish after what she'd told everyone. Darla told me not to give up on my folks though. The night just seemed to fly by. Darla and Lexi invited Vince and me to breakfast but I was tired and a little drunk and just wanted to go to bed. I fell asleep in the car on the way home. Vince gave me a little shake in the garage to wake me up. I took most of my stuff off and went to sleep in panties and bra. It felt good being Sarah and I wanted to hang on to that overnight. Chapter Seventeen Darla Sarah called during the week and told me she really had a great time Saturday. Said she got paid and was able to give Vince a couple of hundred dollars to help. She wanted to give Vince more but he told her to start saving for her new place. Vince had to go out of town 'til Friday so Sarah had the place to herself for most of the week. Chapter Eighteen Sarah Vince took a cab to the airport Monday night and wasn't scheduled to return until Friday. He told me he was expecting some packages and to just put them in his office when the arrived and to call him to let him know when they were there. With Vince gone I didn't have to dress at home, gee seems funny to call it "home", but I did anyway. I took a page from Pauline's book and did a lot of makeup practice; there wasn't much else to do. Vince did shopping on Sunday so the place was stocked. I did invest some time in cleaning the house so it would look real nice when Vince returned. It was the least I could do. I couldn't hope to repay all his generosity in kind and the work helped pass the time. Vince had asked that I pick him up at the airport late Friday night in his car. He'd call me when he was in the air, give me the arrival time and I was to give him 30 minutes or so to get his luggage and get to the sidewalk outside the baggage claim area. All I had to do was drive the arrival area loop until I saw him at the curb. I told him I'd wait there but he said the cops would chase me off and I'd only have to make a couple of circuits at most. I hadn't been to the airport too many times so I drove there Wednesday night for practice. There were two decent sized boxes on the step shipped overnight express when I got home from work Thursday. I called Vince on his cell phone and didn't get him, but did leave a voice mail for him about the packages. I got changed and was working on my makeup when the phone rang right in the middle of putting on eyeliner. I mumbled a curse 'cause it made me smudge and went to the phone to answer it. "Hi." It was Vince! "The boxes got there huh?" "Yep, all safe and sound in your office." "OK, open 'em." "Huh?" "Just open them, they're for you. Don't forget the airport tomorrow! Bye!" "Uh, bye," I said and heard him click off. I dragged the boxes into the family room to have space to operate, grabbed a big knife from the kitchen and opened the boxes. It was unbelievable, all KINDS of gurl stuff. Lingerie, stockings, skirts, tops, bras, panties, a couple of nighties and shoes for God's sake. And for good measure some good quality breast forms, "A" cup which is what I like. They were all in my sizes and all very nice, good quality stuff. Good thing nobody was there because I was speechless anyway. I tried some of the stuff on quickly and it all fit real well except for one pair of heels, which was a little snug but I figured they'd stretch out a little. I'd had such things before but a couple of attempts to stopping dressing had resulted in purges so all I had been able to accumulate was basic, less revealing and inexpensive stuff. That stinker Vince! I finally was able to pay him back a little and he spent the money and probably then some on me! By the time I finished it was almost 8:00 and I figured he was done with dinner so I called him back. "Hello," he answered. "Vince! Sweetie, I can't accept this stuff." "Why not?" "It's too much! You are so nice to me I can't begin to repay you." "Eh, I think I did pretty well. There were some good sales here." "No, I really can't accept it." "Then throw it out; rubbish collection is tomorrow morning. Trash bags are in the garage." "Huh?" I said a little shocked. "I can't return it and it's of no use to me." He had me there, and he obviously new TGurls. I loved the stuff and just throwing it out tags and all would kill me. I gave in and sighed, "OK, but no more, right?" "Never again," he chuckled. "I just couldn't resist. I know you're there by yourself, maybe still down a little and I never heard of a gurl who wasn't cheered up by something like this. Knock yourself out. See you tomorrow night." I said thank you, wished him a good night and hung up the phone. I just looked at the stuff, the skirts especially. I'd never worn a skirt, or nylons or pantyhose often; I just had knee- highs now. Well, I sure wasn't putting this stuff on over hairy legs so I headed upstairs to shower and shave like I'd never shaved before. It's funny, the thing I remember most about it was putting my boy's slacks on the next morning. I could actually feel my slacks against my legs! For a little extra kick I wore panties to work too. Maybe being a little naughty would take my mind off things. I got home after work and just fixed a sandwich. Vince wasn't due in 'til about midnight so I took a nap and planned to start getting ready about 9:00. If I was to pick Vince up at the airport I was going do it looking good. When I woke up I picked out things I was going to wear, panties, pantyhose, a skirt, a sleeveless top (at last!), a bra with my new forms and a new pair of heels. I wasn't going to be walking much so it would be a good chance to break them in a little. I jumped in the shower, went over my chest, legs and underarms with the razor to clean up anything I missed the night before. Then I noticed my arms. Not bad, but still So, I figured to hell with it, I wore long sleeved shirts at work so I cleaned up my arms and the little on my hands too. In two days I'd gone through a half dozen razors and had a few nicks to prove it but it was worth it. I took a long time with my makeup and it was by far the best I'd ever done. Vince called at 11:30 from the air phone and said the flight was on time. That late he said there wouldn't be any landing delays and should leave as planned. I grabbed my purse and his keys and went to the car. I had to move the seat up a little and somewhat higher. When I backed out of the garage I was shaking like a leaf. I took a second to compose myself and off I went. The drive to the airport was a breeze, light traffic and I made nearly every light so I even got there a bit early. Vince wasn't there on my first lap or even my second but on the third, there he was. I popped the trunk and the skycap put his bags in the trunk and Vince opened the right rear door to hang his garment bag up. He tipped the skycap, who thanked him, said good night to Vince and gave me a "good night ma'am" to boot! Vince got in the passenger seat and said, "all set?" and then, "let's roll," when I nodded yes. He didn't say much on the way home, just kind of smiled and leaned against the door a little and checked me out. Chapter Nineteen Vince Christ she was a hot looking piece. I knew she had potential of course but I'd only seen her in slacks and sweaters before. What a difference the new stuff made. Even her makeup looked better. I'd had a few drinks on the plane so I was feeling pretty good. I'd promised Darla I'd keep my hands off but Sarah was looking pretty damn good. Still, too soon for that in any event so I put it out of my mind. She needed to do something about her hair though. The wig wasn't that good nor was it that new. We got home quickly and I threw my stuff in my room and headed back downstairs to make a nightcap for us. She was sitting at the bar and I asked her, "Scotch?" "No. I think I'd like a rum and coke please." "Done." She smiled at me, "I feel great!" I laughed, "You LOOK great." "You shouldn't have of course but I'm glad you did. I have never felt like this before." "Hell, it was no big deal really," offering my glass for her to clink with hers, "What are friends for? Cheers!" "You want to see how the other stuff looks on me?" "Nah, it's late and I'm whipped. Let's catch the news and finish the drinks and then I'm off to bed. We'll go out tomorrow and you can show me a new outfit then." We sat on the couch, watched the cable news for fifteen minutes then I said good night and headed upstairs. Chapter Twenty Sarah I sat there and nursed my drink after Vince went up to bed. Being smooth and looking so pretty was such a powerful sensation. I had no reason to but went to the restroom to touch up my makeup and look at myself in the mirror. Except for my hair I looked darn good. Hell I was getting myself turned on looking at me. Since the breakup with Bev sex had been non-existent and with all the other things on my mind the motivation just hadn't been there. However at that moment, looking and feeling sexy it came over me in a rush. I decided I was going to sleep in one of my new nighties and give myself a little relief. I finished my drink and went upstairs, got undressed and put my new baby doll on. It's lavender with white lace trim and very sexy looking. When I checked myself out I noticed I was still kind of bushy down below and it didn't look real good. I could hear Vince snoring; between a long day and the drinks he was out like a light so I figured a quick clip with the scissors and a fast shower to trim my bush area with a razor would be OK. I got it nice and feminine looking and toweled off and put the nightie back on. It looked MUCH better. I headed back to my room and took the towel with me; it would come in handy later. Chapter Twenty-one Vince I finally rolled out at about 10:00 in the morning. Felt good to sleep in. Sarah was already up and I heard her banging around downstairs in the kitchen. I threw on my sweats and went down for coffee. When I hit the kitchen Sarah turned around and smiled, "Morning, breakfast?" I nodded and went for juice and she threw some bacon in the skillet. She'd clearly spent some time on her makeup but was dressed down, shorts and a top. I gulped the juice, thirsty after the drinks the night before, and poured a cup of coffee. "Paper is on the kitchen table," she said. I don't get a paper delivered so I knew she must have gone out to get it. "How do you want your eggs?" "Eh, sunny side up will work," I managed, nearly burning my lips on the hot coffee. I unfolded the paper and then got up to drop some bread in the toaster. When I returned to the kitchen table I watched her working at the stove. From behind it was hard to not visualize her as a GG. She filled the shorts pretty well. I felt myself stirring in my sweatpants a little and thought it best to put that out of my mind. She brought breakfast to me and sat down and sipped coffee while I ate. "You're not eating?" I asked. "I ate earlier, just something light. I'm trying to lose a little weight so I fit one of the skirts you bought me better. Breakfast OK?" "Great thanks," I managed between toast and coffee, "very nice of you to do this." "Ah, no problem. Besides I have an ulterior motive; I'm hoping you're going to the club tonight and I'd like to ride along again if that's OK. It's so nice to be able to have a few drinks and not have to worry about driving and maybe getting stopped by the cops in gurl mode." "Sounds like a plan to me." My last got a nice smile. The day passed uneventfully. By 10:00PM we were both ready to drive to the club. Sarah looked good, too good in fact. I mentioned her hair looked nice and she told me she'd taken some time styling her wig using some tips Darla had given her. The drive went quickly. When we got to Joanne's there was no street or lot parking so I dropped Sarah off and drove up the block to park. When I entered the bar, Sarah was already seated at the table with Darla and Pam. Pam hadn't been out with Darla in quite some time so it was a treat to see her. Pam was as a lovely as ever but her hair was shorter and she was dressed in a suit with slacks. I grabbed a beer at the bar and went to their table and sat down. "OK," Darla chirped, "Vince can keep Pam company and we can dance!" She grabbed Sarah by the hand and off they went to the dance floor. Pam and I watched them trail off. Pam turned to me and said with a grin, "Well you old pervert, you scoring any of that nice young live-in Tpussy yet?" We toasted and I gave her a chuckling "Fuck you!" We gabbed about nothing much in particular until she caught me looking at her left hand where a wedding ring was noticeably absent. "Yeah, you noticed huh? Gives me an edge with some of the men outside our office I work with. If they think I'm single that's their problem; I find many of 'em tend to be more solicitous. Darla doesn't mind and she sure isn't wearing hers anymore," Pam concluded and leaned back in her chair and drained her drink. "Ready for another beer? My treat." I nodded yes and Pam was off to the bar. I couldn't help but notice her walk was more assertive, she was wearing flats, and in the business suit with slacks she looked almost butch. When she returned with our drinks she mentioned she'd had a dinner that evening with a group from a woman owned business that was a potential client. She indicated business was very good and she was doing quite well. Pam stirred her drink and said, "I've toyed with the idea of having Darla quit her job but I don't think she'd go for that. She'd miss the attention too much. She was itching to go out tonight for sure. Too long for her without a man I think, must be a whole week." Chapter Twenty-two Sarah Darla and I danced for a few tunes after I first got to the bar and then took a break at the bar on the dance side of the club. "Damn I'm horny," Darla hissed, a little too loudly. "Darla, please," I implored her, "Not so loud." "Yeah, you're right, sorry. But you must be a little bit horny too, no Bev and all. You been consulting Mr. Toy?" she added with a snicker. "Mr. Toy?" "God gurl, you mean you don't use toys?" she said looking surprised. "I'd die without mine. I can get off real good by myself doing my pussy." "You can get off that way?" I asked. "You bet. Well, sometimes anyway, it's tougher doing it yourself. Pam makes me cum almost every time when she uses the strap on with me, and of course guys are good too, but I don't have one of those handy often enough. And I know you're not into that," she added with emphasis. "Gee," I stammered, "I never even thought about the toy thing." "I know all the best ones," Darla grinned, "I'll take you shopping. There's an adult bookstore on the west side that has everything a gurl needs, and then some. And honey you can get some real killer orgasms from doing your backside. Different, you know what I mean?" "Gosh Dar, I don't know " "If you're too chicken to go I can shop for you," Darla teased. Lexi and a few of the other gurls joined us so the conversation shifted gears. Our chat came back to me a few times over the course of the evening though and I have to admit my curiosity was aroused. That wasn't all that was aroused. The sudden end to sex with Bev was catching up with me more than ever. That coupled with the undeniable turn on I got from dressing wasn't making things easier. The fact that I was a gurl for at least part of every day now added another layer of stimulation. I was looking sexy Saturday night and feeling sexy. The short skirt, the heels and my thighs rubbing my tucked stiffy when I moved got me pretty worked up. My prospects for getting back together with Bev didn't seem good and I had nothing else on the horizon. Maybe I did need an alternative outlet. Old Five Finger Mary was getting a little overworked. I spent the evening chatting and dancing with the other gurls. There seemed to be fewer guys around than usual and that helped some. I wasn't getting hit on too much. I'd had some gurl mode fantasy thoughts on occasion but I never really felt I was seriously attracted to guys. Vince bought me a couple of drinks and he and Darla danced together a bit. Toward the end of the evening they danced a couple of slow tunes. Darla was really putting the moves on Vince during the slow songs and I could tell she was getting to him. I was ready to go a while before closing time and asked Vince if it was OK if we left a little early. "Sure" he said, "probably a good idea. Darla is going to stop over and have a nightcap with us." Vince left to bring his car around and Darla headed for the lot for hers. When Vince pulled up to let me in the car Darla was waiting to follow us to Vince's. Vince was quiet, but seemed cheerful enough on the drive home. I fooled with the radio and didn't have much to say either. When we got home we went into the family room and Vince made drinks for the three of us. I requested a light one as I'd had a fair amount to drink already. Vince put some music on and he and Darla sat together on the couch. The three of us chatted for maybe a half hour. Darla got increasingly close to Vince and when she thought I wasn't looking I saw her hand drift to his lap a few times. When she started chewing on his ear however I thought it was time for me to excuse myself. I went upstairs and hit the bathroom to get my clothes and makeup off. I could hear them talking for a while but then It got kinda quiet. By the time I'd slipped into my nightie and was crawling into bed I heard them again but this time it wasn't conversation. I heard moaning and giggling and after a time it was all Darla. She was yipping and squealing like I never dreamed possible. About the only thing I understood was a "yeaaaahhh, that's it fuck me harder," from Darla followed a bit later by a yelp. Between the drinks and the dressing and my enforced abstinence it was all too much. My hands had a will of their own. When it was over I put on clean panties and fell asleep immediately. Chapter Twenty-three Darla I like younger guys better, but Vince will do in a pinch. Besides, he didn't have a lot of competition Saturday night and he was being awfully good with Sarah. It had been too long since I had a guy give me a good fucking. Pam is good but the real thing is, well, the real thing. Sarah took a clue early and was off to bed so Vince and I gave the couch a good workout. Vince and I had talked more at the club than we had in a few months. He noticed that Pam was looking a little more mannish these days and he was right. She still got dressed up for dates of course, but at work and around the house she was looking pretty butch. I've heard other gurls femmed by their wives say the same thing. I guess maybe there has to be some sort of masculine kinda authority figure in any relationship and it certainly wasn't gonna be me. Lexi told me once she heard Pam and Cheryl talking and Pam had told Cheryl about finding our wedding album once when she was cleaning some stuff out of the basement. Pam said she had almost forgotten what I looked like as a boy. Good. I sure don't want to remember either and I sure as hell don't want to be reminded. The way I look at it, I was born to be a TGurl and while parts of becoming one were tough it was all worth it. I told Sarah I'd call her during the week so maybe we could have dinner together at her place while Vince was out of town. I figured that would give me the opportunity to give her the things I planned to give to her while Vince was gone. Anyway I love toy shopping! Besides there might be something I'd like to get for me. Pam doesn't seem to get me the little treats she used to get me so often anymore. Chapter Twenty-four Sarah Despite Darla's advice I decided to call Bev after work Tuesday. Dar was coming over for dinner after work on Wednesday to give me a little company since Vince was going to be out of town all week. I hoped after the time that had elapsed Bev had cooled down some and we could talk. I wanted to be sure to catch her at home so I called around 5:30. She usually got home from work around 5:00. Vince had clued me in as to how to block caller ID so Bev wouldn't know the location that I'd used to place the call. The phone rang a couple of times and she answered. "Hello." "Hi Bev, it's me." "Well hello me!" she laughed. "I'm fixing dinner so I'm gonna put you on the speaker phone so we can talk while I work, OK?" "Yeah, sure." I heard the click and then her voice with the usual speaker phone echo. "Still there?" she asked. "Yes, I'm here." "What can I do for you?" "Bev, I just want to talk, you know, about us." "You do huh? Well that's OK I guess. But since you know my name I think I should know yours." That threw me, "Huh?" "What do you call yourself when you're a gurl?" she asked in the kind of lilting tone that should have alerted me. I'd already decided that openness and honesty at this point would be the best way to go. "Uh, well, uh Sarah." As soon as I'd said the name I heard a shriek and it didn't come from Bev. I panicked. "Who's there with you?" "Just Sarah and Becky, here for dinner then we're going to a movie." I heard Becky say with a laugh, "Hi Sarah, how's our little sissy doing?" Sarah threw in a, "the little fucking pansy is using my name!" I suppose it could have been worse, but I can't imagine how. Sarah and Becky were the girlfriends of my two closest buddies Brad and Drew. Well, they had been my two closest buddies. Our three couple group had been very close socially as well. I didn't pick the name Sarah because of our friend; I just always liked the name. I tried getting a word in but the attempt was useless. I got derisive laughter and all kinds of remarks. Sarah even tossed, "all those big rough men drilling that cute butt of yours Saraaaaaaahh?" at me over the phone and that provoked gales of laughter. To say they didn't understand would be the understatement of the millennium. It went on for a few moments that seemed like hours until I couldn't stand anymore so I just hung up the phone. I was a wreck at work all day Wednesday and even thought of canceling dinner with Darla; but if I ever needed a friend to talk to it was going to be then. About 3:00 in the afternoon I was watching the second hand of the office clock crawl along, willing it to go faster when my phone rang. I answered the phone. It was Brad. "Listen you faggot shit head; if I ever again hear that you so much as talked to Sarah you'll be eating through a straw for months. I don't know where you live but I sure as hell know where you work and I'll be waiting for you. Oh yeah and Drew asked me to tell you same goes for him and Becky. Just to be on the safe side, make sure we don't ever SEE you again either." The phone was slammed down on Brad's end with a sound that conveyed a sense of finality. I'd known both guys for a long time and the thought that my getting busted could provoke such rage from two people I thought I knew well unnerved me completely. I thought again of canceling with Dar and after rejecting that a second time I considered meeting her just as Dave. But THAT worried me too. After all, she knew me as Sarah. Would I be risking rejection by the only friends I apparently had left by showing THEM a side of me they'd never seen? Would they reject Dave the way the others had rejected Sarah? Chapter Twenty-five Darla When I arrived at Vince's place for dinner with Sarah I decided to leave the toys I'd purchased for her in the car. It seemed to me that it would be better if I gave them to her later in the evening after we'd had dinner and were relaxing. In retrospect I'm glad I did. Dinner was enjoyable; nothing fancy but quite good. Sarah seemed very quiet however and I sensed something was troubling her. We relaxed in the family room and chatted about minor things for a while. I remarked that she seemed a bit preoccupied about something and it wasn't long before she was telling me about the phone conversation with Bev and what transpired after that. The poor gurl was a wreck. By the time she finished her cheeks were wet with tears. She got herself together after a while but was still obviously upset so I figured this was not the time to give her the things I brought. That would have to wait for another day. I also planned to give Vince a call to give him a heads up so he'd be prepared. Chapter Twenty-six Vince Darla called and gave me the bad news. Sarah really got it in the neck, so much for "friends". I gave her a call and told her that despite our deal if she wanted to just chill out in boy mode for a while I could understand that. She was having no part of it. "Thanks and it's very kind of you to have offered that. I just don't want to be Dave now, except for when I have to, like work" she said. "Maybe it was Sarah being discovered that caused the problem but it was Dave that was deserted by everyone so he's not very happy and I just don't want to be him. In fact I think I'd like to forget him, at least for a little while." "Your call Sarah." "Will you take me out again Saturday? You are getting back in on Friday night right?" "Yup, Friday. But earlier this time, like 7:00PM." "OK" Sarah said, "I'll pick you up at the airport." "You're sure you want to?" "Absolutely!" I gave her my flight info and told her to just call the airline to check arrival time in case the flight was delayed. When she picked me up at the airport she was downright cheerful. That was a relief because I'd been concerned about how I should handle her given the things she'd been through. I told her she seemed like she was in good spirits. "I thought about it a lot the last day or two," she said. "I've just decided to put it all behind me for now and just see what develops. I don't see any point in moping around. I have friends who like me as I am and who have been very good to me, especially you," she said turning to me with a smile, "so I'm going to focus on that." She asked about my week and we passed the drive time talking about that. We decided to have pizza delivered and not screw around making dinner. I had only a cold sandwich on the plane so pizza sounded pretty good. When we were through she said she was going to call Darla about something and she went off to do that. She came back smiling and sat on the couch across form me. "Big day tomorrow," she grinned. "I've decided to do something about my hair so Dar is going to take me along with her when she gets hers done. She said the lady she goes to is real good with TG's and they can take a look at me briefly and get some ideas. Not gonna have anything done yet though, just gonna let my hair grow out for now." Chapter Twenty-seven Darla Bernice is such a sweetheart. I counted on that. I told Sarah she could come along when I talked to her Friday night even before I called Bernice Saturday morning. Bernice told me it would be fine if Sarah came along because the shop occasionally had cancellations and even if they didn't, taking care of Sarah on a first visit wouldn't take long. I told Sarah we could come back to my place after and have a late lunch here. If her mood seemed right I figured I could give her the things I bought then. I checked with Pam and she was OK with it. She said a new couple had moved in down the street, she'd met the wife and was going to go shopping with her. They need a bunch of new stuff and Pam is going to take her to the good places. They're from out of town and don't know their way around here much. Pam said she was gonna tell the new neighbor lady about me before she heard it from anyone else. Nobody is much of a problem around here but there are a few blabbermouths and Pam figured she'd nip that in the bud. Anyway I picked up Sarah at Vince's and we drove straight to Bernice's place. I told Sarah to dress gurl but casual and she did. The God of Salons smiled and there was a cancellation! Since we got there a bit early Bernice took her first. There were no other TGurls there just a bunch of GG's many of whom I knew from previous appointments so being with me, Sarah didn't cause much of a stir. Bernice took her wig of and gave her the once over. "Not bad," Bernice offered, "to start with we'll go for fuller on the sides and longer in back. I'll give you a quick trim to start you off right and when you come back in two weeks or so we can do a little more. Are you still going to work as a boy?" "Uh, yeah." "OK, slow and easy it does it then and no color right?" "Yeah, I guess that's best." Bernice went to work and was done in like ten minutes. Sarah got some shampoo and conditioner and made an appointment for two weeks later. Bernice asked her if she wanted her ears pierced at that time and, with a little prodding from me, Sarah agreed. Bernice put Sarah's wig back on and touched it up a little. Then it was my turn. We left a little over two hours later and headed back to my house. Pam wasn't back yet; if they were doing major shopping it would probably take all day. I fixed a quick lunch for Sarah and me and then took her to the family room and got the toys I bought for her from my room. We went over the whole collection and I explained how to use 'em and stuff. "There are quite a few that seem to be pretty much the same, except for size," Sarah noted. "Yeah gurl, it's easier if you start with the smaller ones and kinda work your way up, if you know what I mean." "And you can really cum from using the dildo ones on your bottom?" she said seeming a bit skeptical. "Well, it takes practice and it's harder by yourself, but yeah I can do that. It's different than just playing with my clitty, seems way more intense and it really makes me feel femme." "Well, I'm going to repay you for all this stuff," Sarah said reaching for her purse, "How much did it cost?" "About $140, but if you don't have it now I can wait." "No, I got paid; got some bills out of the way, gave Vince some money and I still have enough left to take care of this. Not saving as much as I'd like as fast as I'd like but I'll get there. Being a gurl more costs more but I like it. Vince got me a bunch of stuff but since I'm going out more I'm going to have to do some shopping; don't want to be wearing the same things all the time." "Any time you want to go shopping count me in," I smiled. "I love it and I know all the best places to go and I'd be glad to help you." We sat and talked for just a bit longer and then I took her back to Vince's, so