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What's in a Name It's a funny world, isn't it? Everything has a name or a title or a description. What's more, whenever some "thing" runs outside the "norm", it is discussed and labeled and explained. That's where I come in. I'm not "normal". I was born a male, but want to be a woman. So I am a transsexual. But, I don't feel the all-consuming need to have my penis turned inside out into a vagina, so maybe I'm a transvestite. Or a crossdresser. I love having breasts and live full-time as a woman, so I must be a SheMale. That's the trouble with titles. They often don't fit. How about a name? Mine is Tabatha. Tabatha Leigh Harcourt. It isn't that name my parents gave me, but I like it a lot better. At birth, I was Harcourt Randolf Myers, the fourth. I think that they didn't want children, and gave me that name as punishment. With a name like that, you'd think that there would be a lot of money in my life. Well, I wish. That sure would make things easier for me now. My story is nothing new, mind you. Like most girls like me, I knew from early on that something wasn't "right". For as far back as I can remember, I was always trying to get into my mom's or my sister's clothing. It just seemed so much better than the stuff I was supposed to wear. My sister would call me a "little freak", and mom would go on and on about how "I want grandchildren!" Dad, when he was sober and aware (you had to have both at once), just acted like I wasn't there, no matter how I dressed. Going thru school was hell. How is it that the bullies always just know the kid that doesn't really want to be a boy? And that name sure didn't help, let me tell you. I wasn't too strong and I like to read, so I was the target of the day. It was so tough and hard, that by the ninth grade, I just retreated into my shell. I'm not sure how I graduated, actually. But I did, and I was gone! Like most girls, I was disgusted with myself for wanting to be one. Whenever the cheerleaders would saunter by in their uniforms, as the other guys were making one rude noise or another, I was dreaming about being one of those girls. Every Halloween I would secretly fantasize of going out as a girl. Boy, wouldn't that be great! But Mom was so touchy about me wanting to be her daughter, too, that I never brought it up. Besides, I'm a boy, right? Boys don't dress like girls. Boys don't get excited by other boys. That's just wrong, right? Well, this boy wanted to be a girl and go out with the guys. Yeah, right. So, I did what every self-disgusted girl did when he graduated High School. I joined the service. Not just any service, but the Marines! No, I really did. The Marines were going to make a man out of me, and that was that. No more dresses. No more fantasizing about boys. I was going to be a man! Well... To be sure, for my three months in Parris Island, there were NO dresses, and my body hair grew out. And, let me tell you, they keep you hopping. When we finally did "hit the rack", we were so tired, that once you closed your eyes, it was morning again, and time to get up. Well, when I say morning, it was later than before, and it was still dark outside, so yeah, "morning". In either event, I was so tired, that my fantasies about being surrounded by many strong, handsome and virile men had no time. I slept and I awoke to the sound of a lunatic banging on a trash can. And you know what? When my training company graduated three months later, I was kinda proud of myself. For the first time in my entire 19 years, I was proud of being Harcourt R. Myers IV. And the Marines were pretty good to me, actually. They even helped me get a college education and I even considered going back in as an officer. Then, I met Michael. Most of my friends in the Marines and College just thought that I read too much, and I wasn't a real lady's man. I had a few dates and some wild experiences, to be sure. But I guess that I was searching for "Miss Right", and would be fine until I met her. I met Michael at the wrong moment. The urge to be a girl had been hitting me pretty strong at that point, and my weekly expenditures in homo-erotic pornography were starting to compete with what I spent on food. Anyway, I was down at an Adult Book Store across town from the University, looking over some TG films, when I heard this voice say, "You really like that stuff, huh?" Besides the tapes I was considering, I already had a stack of magazines that were all about beautiful shemales and their men. I was stunned. I mean, what do you say? I said "Uh, yes." I didn't look up at him right away, but I can tell you that he was wearing some really nice shoes. Nikes, I think. And the store's carpet needed a shampoo. "What do you like about it so much?" he asked. Oh God, Now what! You don't talk to other men in XXX stores. Especially if you're a manly former-active-duty Marine. "Uh (okay, I'm not Churchill!), I think it's amazing how pretty the girls are, considering that they are somebody's son. All those sexy outfits and stuff. I mean, if you weren't watching closely, you'd never know what they are, until you got close." "Have you ever been that close?" "ME!? Oh good God no!" I don't do anything like that!" "That's too bad, 'cuz I think you're kinda cute." Have you ever actually felt the world stop turning? I could actually feel my arteries close a bit, after my heart stopped beating. Now, a real man, and true Marine, would have killed the guy for saying that to me. With me, I felt my toes tingle, and it was as if the only two people in the store were him and me. "Thank you, but I don't really go in for that." I looked up at him as I said it. Mistake. He was a very good looking man. Mid-length auburn hair, beautiful green eyes, and a very white smile. My body wanted to do something here. My mind was saying "NO! Run! Wrong", but something about this man said "stay and be nice". "My name is Michael. I've seen you in here a lot, and I just finally had the nerve worked up to talk to you. Oh, but you're not, uh, interested. Oh God I am so embarrassed." "Oh. Hey, don't worry about it. I've just never spoken to anybody about this before, and you kinda surprised me. Do you watch this stuff, too?" "Oh yeah. I love this kinda thing. There's something about a lady with big boobs and and big cock gettin' it from some stud. Here, lemme show you a great one." He hit me on the arm as he said that. It was rather electric, for the brief moment that it was. I followed him over to a rack, and he held out a tape for me to see. "Girlz Gettin' It On", I think. The cover showed a couple of girlz playing with each other, one with her ass full of stud, while another gyrl was sucking her off, as the gyrl with the dick in her ass was sucking a cock, too. My own cock twitched. "That does look like a fun one. I guess that you've you watched it before, eh?" "Uh-huh, it is so hot. They don't waste a bunch of time talking, they just take off their clothes and get down to it" Okay, what do I say know? What do I do now? I'm not gay, but I wanted to spend more time with him. But how? "Uh", He whispered "You wanna come watch it with me?" Help. What do I do now? (I know that I have already asked that. I didn't have an answer yet.) I had no idea what to do. I just looked at him and then he smiled again. Damn it! I probably could have said "no" up to that point. "Look, uh, Michael. Uh this is a little weird for me, you know. Um, are you trying to pick me up or something like that?" He had the good grace to look surprised. "Yes, I am." He said softly. "I think that you're very cute and I'd love to watch this movie with you. I have some wine, or beer if you'd prefer, and we could go have so fun." Wow! Twice in one day time stopped for me. Must be one of those temporal displacements they're always going on (and on and on and on) about in Star Trek. I am not really entirely sure about the next few minutes or so. All I do know is that next thing I know, I was at Michael's place, and he was letting me in and showing me around. Mike had a nice place. Simple 2-bedroom condo, with lots of nice stuff. The two items that caught my attention most were his TV and couch. He had a big, comfy couch. With room for two. He turned the TV on and we started watching the tape and we drank a few beers. I am a Marine with a guy in his place watching a movie about shemales. I don't drink wine. That'd be "wrong". Mike was right, the movie was HOT! A bit of opening credits and then we were treated to this incredible woman with huge tits and a big cock. She was suddenly surrounded by other gyrls all fucking and sucking each other. Then this guy came in. Now HE was a man! Muscled like he was two or three bar bell boys all rolled into one man, with the biggest cock I had ever seen. Damn thing must have been somewhere between 12" and two feet long! The star gyrl sucked it and his balls (rather impressive, too) as other gyrls fondled him, her, and each other. Then Stud Man said something like: "you ready for this, bitch?" to which she said "Oh yeah, fuck me! Fuck me good!" He lubed her up a bit, lubed himself, and then, just rammed the whole thing into her. He set up at her anus and then BOOM, balls deep! I know that she is an actress and everything, but although she was saying all the usual porn-flick stuff, her eyes showed pain, and a little fear. Despite that, I wanted to be her. Oh yeah, I definitely wanted to be her. If I only knew... I was SO hard. I swear to God, you could have heard the fabric in my jeans stretching. Maybe you didn't, but Mike did. I looked over and he was looking at the bulge in my pants. I was so scared, but I was happy that I had his attention. "You really do like this, don't ya?" I could see that he had a hard-on going, too. I didn't really say anything. What was I going to say? Were we to discuss character development? The story line? What's the plot? Here's the plot: gyrl with magnificent store-bought boobs gets fucked by a great looking guy who's built like Montana with feet. I didn't say anything, actually. I just nodded my head and looked into his eyes. Michael is a good looking man. "Don't worry. Just relax and I'll get us started. I'll go slow. Trust me, okay?" Trust him? I know what he wants to do. He is going to kiss me and play with me and try and make me have sex with him. Gay sex. No way, brother. I don't do that. I don't want that. Yes I do. I nodded again, and he came over and kissed me. Nothing fancy or romantic. Just a little peck on my lips. I so hate it when my heart stops. He kissed me again, and this time it was a real kiss. Hard and full and right on the lips. Then he stopped. He backed up and looked at me again, asking if I was okay with those damn eyes of his. I reached out and grabbed him by the chin, brought him down to me, and kissed him. Within a minute or two, I had kissed him all over the neck and ears and face as he did the same to me. It was wonderful. Woman had always felt off or wrong to me. Not Michael. He was perfect. After a bit, as he had his tongue in my mouth, I felt his hand on my erection. I liked the feeling a great deal. Without a word, he undid my zipper, placed his warm hands into my, my, OH MY GOD! I'm wearing panties. I'd gotten so caught up in the moment, that I had forgotten that I was wearing them. I love to wear them, especially when I go to that store. They weren't anything too special, just white nylon and sexy. "I knew you liked this." He grinned. Gawd what a smile! "I must have seen you 20 times this month there, picking up a tape or buying a magazine. Nothing but shemales." he chuckled. "Don't worry, I think that they're cute. Just like you. They must be a little tight with that hard-on of yours. Let's get 'em off and let them out." This time I could speak. "Okay, but hey, Mike. Please go slow with me. I have never done anything like this, and I'm a little scared, okay?" "Don't worry, it'll be fine and fun. I'll go as slow as you like, alright?" "Okay. You have rubbers, right. Safe sex and all that?" "Rubbers? Oh, no. I don't think I have any." Shit! I had to go through with this now, and he didn't have any condoms or anything? Then he smiled again (he must have seen the panic in my eyes) "I'm kidding, I'm kidding. I've got enough. And some good lube, too. This is really going to be you're first time? Really?" I nodded my head. "Yeah. I've thought about a few times, but that's about it. I like the shemale movies because, well, uh, I guess I kind of envy those gyrls." "No shit! You'd like to be like that? A 'Chick with a dick'?" He sounded almost incredulous. He sat down on his bed and held his arms out to me. I sat down next to him. Stammering in at first, but what the hell? "In for a penny, in for a pound, right?" "Yeah," as he slid my pants of me, "I like woman's clothes, as you can see, and I have had a few fantasies about being one of those gyrls. So, what? I'm some kind of freak now? That's what my sister always called me, 'a freak'." "You're not a freak Harry, you're cute. Lie back." I did as he commanded and before I knew it, he was blowing me. I like that. That felt gooood. I especially liked how he swirled his tongue around the head of my cock. He stuck the tip of his tongue in the little hole. He took the whole thing in and kind of swallowed all around it. He's lucky I didn't cum. If I had, I would have blown his head off. Every time (which was many) I was going to cum, he would grip the base of my penis in his smooth hands as hard as he could, until the moment passed. Woman? What's a woman? This is MUCH better. I had been with woman before, you know Some of them were very good at cock sucking. But this was better somehow. MUCH better. After what seemed like a rather bliss-filled eternity, I was ready to cum for about the 400th time, he gripped my cock again to stop it. "Oh Gawd, Mike. No. Oh God. Shit. Mike. Please. Let me cum. I gotta cum. I'm going to die if you don't let me cum. Please. Finish me. Let me cum." Big strong former-active- duty Marine begging for the men sucking my dick to finish. Not to stop, mind you, but to finish. If Gunny Kuntzman could see me know. Fuck him, I like this. "No, Harry, I have a better idea. You'll like this. Trust me." And he smiled. His smile was paralyzing. I would do anything for that smile. Even let him fuck me. In fact... Mike reached into his bed stand and pulled out some Trojans and a tube of KY jelly. Big toothy smile. "Mike, I don't know if I'm ready for this." "Sure you are. Here, touch me" He placed my hand on his dick. "Feels nice, huh?" He worked my hand so that my thumb was rubbing the head of his cock. He sucked in a quick breath. "Oooh. Is that okay for you?" "Yeah," (hey, I SAID I wasn't Churchill!), shocked by just how good, how... how right it felt to touch Mike's dick. "I'm blown away by how much fun this is." "Oh, baby, we just started. Kiss it." WHAT! Kiss his dick? Okay. I leaned over and ever so gently kissed the head of his dick. Then I moved around on it a bit. Then, it was in my mouth. It had a musty scent, but I liked it. Mike kept his hair trimmed and I like that, too. When I started to swirl my tongue around his dick, Mike loudly exhaled, chuckled a bit and said, "Oh baby, you're ready" Baby? That was the second time that he called me 'baby'. Well... okay. "Lie back and relax. Pick your knees up some. That's it. You look so hot, baby." He put some of the lube and put it on his fingers, which he began to rub around my anus. When he tried to put a finger in, well, he almost pushed me off the other side of the bed. I guess I jumped a bit. Mike could tell that I was nervous (well, duh!), and he moved to lie down next to me so we could kiss while he fingered me. After a while, I felt something very odd in my butt. A finger. Then two, and then, a third. As we kissed, he was able to move them around pretty freely. After a while, I wanted a whole lot more than some dumb ol' fingers. I gazed at him as he put the first condom over his dick. Mike wasn't the guy in the movie, but to me, his cock had "Louisville Slugger" written all over it! "Mike, please. I love this. Hell, I think that I might love you, but please, don't hurt me." "Relax. I'm going to go slow and make you cum like you have never cum before. Now c'mon, lie back and raise your legs for me." I gulped, and tried to relax. I felt him lift my legs over his shoulders, and then... someone was backing a Buick into my garage! I looked at him, he smiled at me so nice and said "It's okay. The head is the hard part. Then it gets real easy. You'll love this. I promise." The head the hard part? The head is only an inch or so long. and it's narrower than the rest. Oh God, what am I doing here? I felt the pressure on my anus. Mike kept steady pressure on me, all the while stroking my dick and saying nice things to me and then, when he sensed the right moment, he pushed it in me. Just the head at first. Ow. He didn't move it any further than just the head. Ow. And then, as I was going to scream and beg for him to pull out, he touched the head of my dick. Wow. When he did that, the feeling changed. It was like the part of my brain that controls pain suddenly switched all of it's input to the pleasure center of my brain. Wow. Good. I am going to like this. Mike continued to rub the head as he began to push himself all the way into me. "There. How's that?" Mike's balls were resting on my ass. "Mike, oh my God, Mike, I never knew it was this good." With that as permission, Mike began to slowly pump me. Back to the head, all the way in, and so on. And so in. It was wonderful, simply wonderful. "Mike. Fuck me. Fuck me hard!" "You bet baby." And with that, Mike began pumping me every bit as hard as the stud had fucked the gyrl in the movie. The only thing that would have made it better, was if I had a pair of tits bobbling around on my chest. I even played with my nipples as Mike gloriously, wonderfully, manfully, fucked my virgin ass. "Hey baby, how does this feel? Good, huh?" I didn't respond. I just moaned and groaned and made the sounds that the gyrl in the film had. Mike was hitting my prostate, and he knew it. Then, when I was ready, and he was ready, he started jacking me off again. Your first ought to be a good fuck, eh girls? Mike made me cum. I was blowing cum all over the place I was screaming with joy. Mike began to cum in my ass. Oh! That feels nice. Oh God, Oh God, Oh God. Feeling his cock throb as it filled the condom with his cum was wild. Flashbulbs were going off in my head. My entire nervous system overloaded. The blood in my veins had been replaced my melted butter. I didn't want to move. Ever. All I ever wanted was Mike and his cock in my ass. Well, all good things... When he began to soften, he pulled out of me. "Oh, Mike, noooo. Ooohhh. Mike, that was incredible. How long until we can do that again?" "Do you want to be my girl?" He asked, with a sneaky grim. "I want you to fuck me like that again. I'll be your wife if I need to. Just make me feel like that again." "Have you ever been a girl? I heard you say that 'freak' bit about you and your sister." With that, I told him all about my earlier crossdressing, and the clothes in my apartment. And everything like that. "Well, baby, here is what I'm thinking. I need a girlfriend, but I don't really like girls. I really like you. How about you start acting and dressing like my girlfriend, and then we can see how much fun we can have together? Do you like it when I fuck you like a girl?" "Oh yes, Mike." "Can I be your boyfriend?" "Yes, Mike." "Will you be my girlfriend?" "You mean be a full-time girl for you? Wear woman's clothes and make-up and like that?" "Yeah, and grow your hair out, too." "I don't know. That's a big step for me, Mike." With that, Mike put his now re-stiffening cock up against my ass again, and slid it all the way in, almost effortlessly. "My girlfriend gets to have that whenever she wants it. What do ya say?" All of my suppressed feelings were flooding out, unchecked. Suddenly, Mike was the embodiment of every fantasy that I had ever had. He was rubbing it against my prostate again. How does he do that? The way the feels, and the way he smiles, and with all those hidden feelings and emotions surging then, I would have signed up for vaginaplasty right than and there! "Mike, okay. But how? I'm still in school. My friends. I want this. I want you. But how?" "Well, we'll work on it, get you ready, and when you graduate, you can start living the life you want. With me." Deep breath. I rubbed my hands on my chest where I would have breasts before the year was out. "Okay." I whispered. "What now? What do we do?" and then after a little thought, "Why me?" "Last one first, baby, I have been watching you for a long time now. I sort of work at the Book Store, and when I first saw you, well, you know what they say about 'love at first sight'?" "Yeah, I think I do. Now." Oooh, Mike was slowly fucking me somemore. "What do we do? This. All you want, all you can handle. Like it?" "Mike, I love it. I think that I'll love you, too." "Last, I have a few friends who are either CDs or whatever. We'll go to them and let them, work your magic. You'll be stunned with how good you're going to look. Oh, I'm gonna cum again. In or out?" In or out? Oh.... "In Mike. In. Most definitely in." With that, Mike began pumping me furiously. As he had just cum not to long back, it took him a little longer. It hurt some, but then he grabbed my hips, pulled me in hard, I swear he was even deeper this time, and he filled me with some more cum. I'm going to like having a boyfriend. When he finished, he pulled out and lay next to me. We began kissing for what seemed like hours. I loved every minute of it. I especially liked the "squishy" feeling in my butt. My "pussy" Mike called it. I like that name. A while later, he gave me that killer smile of his, and told me that he had some sexy things at his place. I was excited by this. He told me that if I looked in the closet in the other bedroom, I would see a lot of nice and sexy things. "Go over there and put on something nice for me." So, I left our little love nest and walked over to the other room. Mike had fucked me about 5 or 6 times by this point, so I was kinda sore now. But, I wasn't complaining. In fact, I was really looking forward to finding something hot to wear for him, so that he could undress me, and fuck me some more. And some more. And some more. In the closet I found a whole bunch of clothes. Some had been worn already (guess I'm not the only one), but some was all new. Now I am not like some of these gyrls you see with the 5'2" body and the frame of a 12 year old girl. I'm 5'9" and medium built, weighing in at around 165. I hadn't been working out like I used to, but I did run to keep the extra weight off. Mike was about 3" taller, more slender overall, I guess. And he was going to be my man. This was so weird. What was also weird was seeing that most of the clothes in the closet would fit me nicely. Mike had skirts, tops, all sorts of lingerie and shoes and boots and the whole nine yards. Even a couple of wigs. Mike liked to be prepared, or something else was actually going on here. I was starting to change my mind a little, when I saw it. Mike had a cheerleader's outfit. We have a winner. Ever since High School I had wanted to wear one of those. Better still, it wasn't some cheap costume, it was a real one from my College! Way cool. There was a pretty bra and matching panties there, and I found a cute little nipper to help shape me. With those on, the skirt came on next (uh oh, that felt good) followed by the top. Whomever this had belonged to originally must have been about 3-4 inches shorter than me, so the arms were a little tight at the shoulder, and my tummy showed a bit. Gee, I sure hope Mike doesn't mind. I found the shoes that were probably the right ones, but they were too small. Then I found a cute pair of 4" heels that kind of matched the uniform. Bingo. The blonde wig was nice, but it didn't match my color. So, I picked a curly brunette one. I stared at myself in the mirror over the bed. Not to bad. A little hairy, need to do something with my eyebrows, too. But I liked it. I liked it a lot. Go Team! Mike was in the shower, so I used the time learning how to walk. I had walked in heels before, but not this high. I slowly got the hang of it, and got to the point where I felt pretty confident in them. I even twirled around a few times, loving seeing the skirt swirl around me. Mike called out "Hey baby, bring me a towel please? They're in the laundry closet in the hall by the kitchen." I got him the towel loving the sound my heels made on the parquet floor. I sauntered into the bedroom and handed him the towel through door, careful not to let him see in my new outfit. When he touched my hand, I just shivered, inside and out. I sat down on the bed. I tried to cross my legs and tilt my head ever so sexily. I just felt a little silly, if not downright foolish. Then, I heard Mike beginning to come into the bedroom, and I actually felt giddy. Here comes my man and I'm his gyrl. I saw him, before he saw me. I've been attracted to men before, but I had never, ever, acted upon the feelings. Now with all my inhibitions dropped, I looked at my man with eyes that I had never used before in this manner. Mike was a babe. He's gorgeous. He was a total hunk. He had the most perfect man's body that I had ever seen. My dick twitched again. Mike turned to me and I could see that he was pleased with my choice. His cock started to rise. Without a word, I stood up, twirled around and looked up at him. "What do you think?" "I love it. I forgot that that was in there. You look beautiful in that." He came over to me, and seeing his beautiful cock, I felt suddenly hungry. So, I knelt in front of him, and began sucking him off. The feeling I had first as it grew and got stiffer in my mouth was very sensuous. Later, the feeling of, well, power, as I learned how to make Mike squirm all over. First, he had to move to the bed because he couldn't stand it anymore. Then I had him squirming all over the bed. This is fun. Here is a title I like: "cocksucker". It's good to take pride in the things that you do well. I began to taste a lot of pre-cum, and I was wondering if I should continue, but then, no, I want that cock elsewhere. I changed my position, took off my panties, fluffed out my skirt, and sat down upon his cock. Mike proceeded to fuck my ass and came quickly. We spent the night and the whole weekend that way. I put something on, he fucked me. I put something else on, and sucked him. And so on. We made plans to get me a total make-over that week. I was really looking forward to it. In about a month or so, I was out and about with him as his girl. When I graduated, I wore nothing under my gown but a beautiful, tight corset Mike got me, some tights and boy shoes. I was going to be Mike's girl starting the very next day, 24/7. Or so I thought. It is now five years later. I have very large, if not oversized breasts that were forced into me. I have been fucked like a whore for, well, five years. My face has been totally feminized by a number of plastic surgeons, some of whom knew what they were doing. I have been forced to do everything that you can imagine doing with a shemale, because that's what I am. Mike made me his slave. He has rented me out to his friends, strangers, whatever. I made movies.I can tell am man's background solely by the taste of his cum. I have swallowed gallons of it. You see, after I graduated, and moved in with Mike, I spent the entire month of June tied in that corset tighter and tighter, while he fed me nothing but cum. And a few vitamins. And a lot of hormones. Lot's and lots of hormones. Within 3 months, I had actually grown B cup sized breasts. Mike got me some more corsets, so that every few days, I would be untied, washed, and tied into a new corset that was even tighter, while the other one went to the cleaners. In the first 6 months of this, I probably received more hormones than a "normal" pre-op transsexual would have taken in years. People came in and did my eyebrows. Not plucked or shaved or anything. Did. Mike arranged for my eyebrows and most of my pubic hair (except for a small triangle) to be fried off with electrolysis. Yeah, my face and chest hair, too. Then, my eyebrows we tattooed on me. Thin and sexy. After a year, I was a full C cup and no had no hair whatsoever, except the cute little triangle. Mike was paying for much of the work with my ass. Or my mouth. Or both. By the 6 month point, I just didn't care anymore. He would amuse his friends by seeing how big a thing he could get in my ass. And would you know it, a Louisville Slugger will fit. A buddy if his, some foul-smelling jerk named Al, won $100 on that. After our first anniversary, Mike arranged for me to start making movies. Once or twice I was even the star bitch. The guy in the film Mike and I watched together? His name's Jason and he is gayer than shit. He can only get it up for us because of our cocks. It was like being fucked by a horse. I went through a lot of tampons. Mike and Al both thought it was funny that I was having periods. When watching me fuck some huge membered guy got boring and he couldn't sell many of those tapes, I started being used in freak movies, again seeing how big a thing can get in my ass, but this time on tape. My chance came when they couldn't get the softball out. This time, they took me to a hospital in Mexico, thinking that they could bribe the Docs into a "don't ask, don't tell" arrangement. They were right. And I had the first anal softball-ectomy in history. Not one, softball mind you. Three of the damn things. I had major problems after that. The muscles in my anus had ripped badly, and I quickly developed a nasty infection. I overheard Mike talking to some other flunky about it and heard Al say this: "Fuck the bitch man, she's earned her keep many times over. Dump her and leave her where that who won't be found by nobody, no how." "Yeah, Mike. You gettin' attached to that one? I know she sucks good, 'specially when she's hungry, but that 'pussy' o' hers is big enough to put your feet in. No pleasure there. 'Sides, we got more where she came from." "I dunno, I had a bunch a fun with her. I can't believe the shit I got her to do. And she was a Marine! Oh man, I still can't believe it." Right about then, I heard the sound of a helicopter or four, and the doors got busted in. Suddenly it seemed that every cop in the world had just... materialized in the house. Thank God. I heard a fight in progress where Mike was, but it stopped quickly. The sound of running feet, a lot of "clear" being shouted, and then two men and a woman in black windbreakers with "FBI" written on it were helping me up. "We need medical here, NOW!" One of the men shouted. The woman took the gag off me as the other man released me from the wall. The wall that I had called home whenever I wasn't in some film or something. In fact, in the last five years, the only time that I was allowed to be horizontal at all, was either when I was being fucked or sucking somebody, or when I was having some surgery done to my face. "Water", is gasped, still amazed at what my voice sounded like now. Five years of way too many hormones and a tracheal shave will do that to a girl. The lady agent gave me a bottle of water, telling me to drink it slowly. "You're the one from Mexico, right? You feel like you're burning up. You must have a serious fever." "How? How did you...?" "The Hospital Priest saw you and learned all he could, which wasn't much. Apparently he shamed one of the nurses into telling him everything. He tipped of an INS agent, thinking that you were being kidnapped or something. A little detective work, and we found you and all the others. "We had been investigating slave-porn for some time. We've watched you many times, actually. I could always tell that no matter what you were saying, that you were either drugged out of your mind or being forced. I could always see the fear in your eyes. "We are going to take you to a hospital and get this infection taken care of. Then when you and the other girls are ready, you can testify against these animals and put them away. "In the films, they called you Tabatha, Hollie or Connie. Is there one that you prefer? Or should we call you something else?" "I guess Tabatha. I do kinda like that one. It sounds pretty? Am I pretty?" "Yes, uh, Tabatha, you're very pretty. And strong. There will be some murder charges pending against Mr. Leonard and his associates." "Mr. Leonard..." "Michael" "Oh..." All this time, all this pain, and I never learned his full name. I passed out as they put me on the stretcher. I woke up in the hospital some time later. The FBI had used my fingerprints to find out who I was. I was surprised to see me sister when I woke up. I couldn't believe it, what was she doing here. I must be a total freak to her now, all the things that I had done and had been forced to do. "Sam? Samantha, is that you? What are you doing here? Where's Mom?" Sam turned to me, obviously startled by what my voice sounded like, too. "Well, they told me that my brother was in the hospital after being imprisoned by some porno guys for over five years. We all thought that you had died in the plane crash and that..." Apparently, not long after I was being drugged and transformed, there had been a plane crash at the airport in town. Mike had managed to convince the authorities that I was in a car, under the plane. No body, no mess. I even had some life insurance which went to a charity managed by Mike. The charity was a front for any number of things, actually. Mom was dead. Dad turned up for my funeral, and started getting together with Mom again. They had (another) fight, Dad killed Mom, cops killed Dad. Oh God, what had I done here? This was all my fault, really. I started crying uncontrollably. All the unpleasant memories and pain and humiliation came back in an emotional tidal wave. Memories of other girls who I hadn't seen in a long time flooded back, and I thought that they must be dead, too. Mom and Dad. My body hadn't seen any testosterone in months, so I could cry pretty easily too. I guess I passed out again. So here I am, a 34 year old ex-Marine, She-male Porno Star. I have an excellent body and have no idea what to do with it. I have no money, no stuff, nothing. My sister was kind enough to me as I came out of the hospital and went thru a lot of psychiatric and psychological counseling. I feel better, certainly not as guilty about Mom and Dad as I did. I have shucked off the label of "suicidal". Almost achieved it once, too. But, I freak out her and her kids, plus her husband is a total asshole. After all I've been thru, and that pig has come on to me twice. The second time damn near cost him a testicle. I can kick really good, you know. But you see, Samantha inherited Mom's house, and I just can't deal with the memories. All the doctors who have treated me are thrilled about the books and the journals that they're going to write about all of this. Whoopee. I can't eat that. All of Mike's companies are either bankrupt or frozen, so even if I could sue them, there's nothing to collect. Sue a Mexican doctor? Wanna buy a bridge? Mexico doesn't extradite for murder. What would they do for some sissy American pansy who liked to fuck? That's right? Nada. So, here I am. No money. No things. I do have some of the clothes that I had accumulated over the years being one of Mike's slave girls. Good thing too. Because I will soon have a new title. One that should fit in with my present economic problems. A common way for a girl to earn a living, actually. That new label? You guessed it, "prostitute". Actually, I have hooked (sorry) up with a madam, and I am going to be a call girl. NO street walking. According to Jessica, she has a number of clients lining up to meet me. She tells me that they are excited by my notoriety, and will pay big just for me to escort them places. Men are so weird. All in all, I'm kinda glad that I'm not one anymore. Next time tho', I'm going to Blockbusters.