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MARY'S GIRLFRIEND
By Tired Old Man
This is an expanded and modified version of my story "I Only Date Girls".
Author's Notes:
This story should not be taken seriously, and should only be read by
individuals with a strange sense of humor.
Chapter 1 - Are You a Girl?
It was the end of another boring day in a boring job. Another night to be
spent alone, eating my TV dinner and watching television. I was almost 30,
and I felt my life was going nowhere.
My love life was a total failure. I hadn't even been out on a date in
six months. I was beginning to wonder what was wrong with me. All my friends
from college were married and had children. I was still single and had never
even been in a long-term relationship.
Most of the blame for my lack of female companionship was my own fault
of course. Despite being short and not that great looking, I was still very
selective in the type of girl I was willing to go out with. I pursued women
who would be unlikely to have any interest in me, while ignoring those that
might have some interest in me.
I decided I didn't want to spend the evening sitting on the couch, and
so I turned off the television. I headed out to a nearby bar in the faint
hope of meeting someone. When I got to the bar I noticed a gorgeous woman
sitting at a table by herself.
When I first saw her I knew that I wanted her. I thought that if she
wasn't a model, that she certainly should be one. Even though she was
wearing jeans, a shirt and tennis shoes, she was still incredibly
attractive. I walked over to her so that I could introduce myself. I
wouldn't have gone over to her if she hadn't been great looking. I didn't
mind getting shot down by an attractive woman, but I shuddered at the
thought of being turned down by a woman who wasn't so attractive. That would
be too bruising to my ego.
I asked her for a date, even though I would have been surprised if she
said yes. She briefly looked me over before saying anything. Then she smiled
and spoke softly to me. "I'll date you if you're a girl."
The answer she gave me was so unusual that I ended up staring at her. I
wondered what kind of dumb ass statement that was. Surely she couldn't be
stupid enough to actually think I might be a girl. Anybody with half a brain
would know that I was a guy. I wondered why she would say such a ridiculous
thing.
"Well, are you?" she asked.
"What?" I replied dully.
"Are you a girl?" she asked, "I only date girls."
I thought briefly about calling her an idiot, but instead I decided to
play along with her. "I'm a girl," I said.
"I thought you were, but I wasn't sure, you look and sound so much like
a guy. I'm expecting some friends to arrive in a couple minutes, but here's
my address," she said, handing me a card with her name and address on it.
"Be there at 5 pm tomorrow and we can go out on a date."
I walked away delighted that I had gotten a date with the beautiful
woman. But her statement that she only dated girls was troubling me. She
wasn't serious was she? She couldn't really think I was a girl could she?
This had to be a game she was playing. And she was so gorgeous that I was
willing to play along.
Chapter 2 - Dressed Like a Girl
The next day I showered and shaved just before I left for her place. I was
wearing a sport coat and dress pants, but had brought along some jeans if
she wanted a more casual date. I arrived a little before 5 pm and knocked on
her door. She opened the door and stared at me with a frown.
In her high-heel shoes she stood taller than me. But I thought that
without the high-heels she would be about the same height as I was. I saw
that she was wearing an attractive dress and thought that she was even more
beautiful than before. "Hello, Mary," I said. "You look gorgeous in that
dress."
Mary grabbed a hold of me roughly. "How dare you come here dressed like
that?" she yelled at me. "And why aren't you wearing any makeup? This is not
acceptable at all."
I didn't know what to say. I didn't see anything wrong with the way I
was dressed.
"Off!" she demanded, "take them off."
I didn't know what she was talking about. Then she started pulling off
my sport coat. Soon she was pulling off my shirt, shoes, socks and pants. I
was standing there only in my t-shirt and underwear. I was wondering what
she was up to. Was this a prelude to sex? Would she start taking off her own
clothes? Instead she looked me over and shook her head. "You're disgusting,"
she said. "How could you let yourself look like this?"
I didn't think I looked that bad. I'm not the most athletic person, but
I think I'm in pretty good shape. And I'm certainly not fat. I'm on the
skinny side, but not excessively so. I started to wonder if she had me come
to her house just so she could insult me.
"Oh well," Mary sighed, "I did promise you a date. I'll just have to fix
you up this time. But next time I expect you to be properly prepared for our
date."
At the same time that I was getting pissed off at her for her insults, I
had suddenly become hopeful when she implied there would be another date
after this one. She had me sit down. "There's far too much hair on your arms
and legs," she declared, "I'll take care of that first."
She started applying hot wax to my legs before I could object. Then she
proceeded to apply hot wax to my arms. I didn't like the idea of having the
hair removed from my arms and legs, but I figured it would grow back
eventually. And I could always wear long sleeve shirts and pants until it
did. But I would have stopped her had I known how painful it would be when
she started pulling off the wax. I shouted out in pain with every pull she
made. But finally the ordeal was over.
Mary left the room and came back with a makeup kit. "Here," she said,
"put on some makeup." I stared at the makeup kit, not knowing the first
thing about applying makeup, and not wanting to put any on my face.
"You have used makeup before, haven't you?" she asked sarcastically.
I admitted that I had not.
"What kind of girl has never used makeup?" she scolded me.
I thought of telling her that I never said I was a girl, but then I
remembered that I had said exactly that.
"I'll put it on you this time," she sighed, "but I want you to watch
closely so you can do it yourself next time."
She started by plucking at my eyebrows and reshaping them into a more
feminine appearance. Then she applied blush, eye shadow, mascara and finally
lipstick. I probably should have stopped her, but she was so beautiful, and
I liked being the object of her attention. Also I was afraid she would tell
me to leave if I didn't do what she wanted.
Mary made me lift up my arms so she could pull off my tee shirt. She
looked at my chest. "How could you have let your chest become so hairy?" she
criticized me. "If I didn't know better I would think you were a guy."
Then she started applying hot wax to my chest. I couldn't believe I
hadn't stopped her, as I knew how painful it was going to be when the wax
and my hair were pulled off. So again I went through the ordeal of sharp
bursts of pain. I was still smarting from having my chest hair removed when
Mary brought out a syringe filled with a liquid. She quickly injected the
syringe into my left nipple. She followed this by an injection to my right
nipple. I couldn't believe how I had sat there and let her do that to me.
"What did you inject into me?" I screamed at her.
"Just some hormones to promote rapid breast growth," she replied.
"What makes you think I want breast growth?" I shouted in anger.
"Of course you do, no girl wants to have a chest as flat as yours is.
Now let's get you dressed, so we can go out on our date."
She handed me some pantyhose, which I slipped my hairless legs into, and
pulled over my underwear. Next she handed me a bra and helped me fasten it
in the back. She also brought out a pair of cotton socks and rolled each
into a ball. Then she placed the rolled up socks into the cups of the bra
that I was wearing.
She handed me a dress that looked a lot like the one she was wearing. I
put on the dress, noticing that my dress had a much higher neckline than
hers. Next she handed me a pair of high-heeled shoes. They fit well enough,
but they were very hard to walk in.
Mary found me a purse to carry my wallet in. Then she left the room and
returned carrying a wig. "Put this on," she said. I placed the wig on my
head and she positioned it correctly.
I followed her into another room, where she had me stand in front of a
full-length mirror. I looked in the mirror and could hardly believe what I
saw. I looked like a girl. Not an attractive girl, but definitely a girl.
"So what do you think?" Mary asked.
"I look like a girl," I said.
"Yes you do," Mary agreed, "and I want you to continue looking like a
girl for as long as we're dating."
Mary wanted to get going, and I walked out with her. I was somewhat
clumsy, still trying to get the hang of walking in high heels. When we got
outside I felt exposed. What would people think of me going out in public
dressed liked this? I hoped I wouldn't be seen by anyone who knew me.
Mary told me to get into her car, and then she drove the two of us to a
restaurant. Finally I got my first real chance to talk with her. I found out
that she was 29 years old, the same age as me. She said she worked in a
dress shop, and I told her I was an accountant.
When the bill came she gave it to me to pay. I paid with my credit card,
hoping that no one would question that the first name on my credit card was
"Bob". But no problems arose. Either they accepted that a woman could have
the first name "Bob", or they knew I was a guy dressed up as a girl.
After dinner we went to see a movie. I didn't really want to see the
movie, but Mary was insistent. So I sat through a movie that I didn't care
for, just to make her happy. After the movie she drove back to her house,
where she gave me a quick peck on the cheek and said good night.
As I was driving home I realized that I had forgotten to retrieve my
clothes. Now I would have to enter my apartment complex dressed like a girl.
What would my neighbors say if they saw me? Fortunately I was able to get to
my apartment without being seen by anybody who knew me.
I stripped off the wig and Mary's clothes as soon as I got in the door.
Then I went into the bathroom and spent considerable time getting all of the
makeup off of my face. I was also swearing at myself for having spent the
evening dressed as a girl.
I looked in the mirror at myself. My chest, arms and legs were all
hairless. Also my chest was red and swollen. I asked myself if it was worth
it. Did I really want to continue dressing like a girl just to go out on
dates with Mary? No I didn't want to. But I also wanted to go out on dates
with Mary.
My next date with Mary wasn't for a few days, so I had plenty of time to
decide if I would dress as a girl for our next date. At the moment I was
feeling pretty strongly that I wouldn't wear a dress again. But Mary was so
beautiful, and I was sure she would insist on it. And I definitely wanted to
date Mary again.
Chapter 3 - Growing Breasts
I couldn't believe how much my breasts had grown in a few days. I'm sure
that my breasts would have been considered smallish on a girl. But I'm not a
girl, and they seemed large to me.
I could hardly believe that I was dressing up like a girl for a date. My
chest, arms and legs were still hairless, so the only hair I had to remove
was the stubble from my face. I shaved and then started applying makeup to
my face.
A short time later I was putting on clothing I had bought the previous
day from a women's clothing store. I felt extremely embarrassed buying the
clothes, wondering what the people in the store thought of me. I looked at
myself in the mirror, wearing my own bra and panties. Then I put on my
remaining clothes along with a wig I had bought two days ago.
When I got to Mary's house she told me to come in. "You're dressed a lot
better than last time," Mary commented. "Now take off your dress and bra."
"Why?" I asked.
"Do it!" she said loudly.
I didn't like the way she was bossing me around, but complied anyway.
She looked down at my breasts. "Your breast growth hasn't been as good as I
hoped for," she said. "I'll have to give you another injection."
"I don't want another injection."
"Then you had better leave," she said, "I'm not going to go out with a
girl whose content to have breasts as flat as yours are."
I considered leaving, but instead told her to go ahead.
She smiled and made an injection into both my nipples.
That night we went to dinner and then went dancing. She insisted on
leading in the dances as if she was the guy and I was the girl. She
introduced me to some guy that she said was a doctor. He looked closely at
my face, and said that he could fix it. Mary told him that she would
schedule an appointment for me.
I didn't know what he meant by fixing my face. I didn't think there was
anything wrong with my face. I asked Mary about it. "You know that you're
not very attractive," she replied. "He can change that with a little
cosmetic surgery."
No, I insisted to myself, this has gone far enough. I'm not getting
cosmetic surgery on my face. But Mary was adamant in her determination that
I get cosmetic surgery. I thought it over and convinced myself that there
was nothing wrong with being better looking.
Chapter 4 - A Girl's Face
After the operation I quickly noticed that my voice was very raspy. The
doctor explained that he had tightened up my vocal chords. He told me not to
talk for a while, until my vocal chords were healed. I didn't ask him who
told him to tighten my vocal chords; I knew it had to be Mary.
When my face was healed and the bruising disappeared, I took a close
look at myself. Even without makeup my face looked like a girl's face.
Anyone seeing me would think I was a girl. And when my vocal chords healed,
I noticed that my voice was much higher in pitch. Not only did I look like a
girl, I sounded like one.
I hadn't expected this. I hadn't planned on looking like a girl. How was
I going to explain this to my co-workers? I was even tempted to quit my job
just so I wouldn't have to face the embarrassment. But I knew that I had to
get back to work after having missed the last few weeks. I decided I would
talk as low as I could while at work, and hoped that I would be able to get
by. It turned out that people did end up staring at me, but at least nobody
came right out and accused me of looking like a girl.
It had been a while, but I finally had another date with Mary. I applied
my makeup and put on my girls clothing. This time when I looked in the
mirror I saw an attractive girl. Not as beautiful as Mary, but still very
attractive. I also wore a dress with a lower neckline so I could show off my
breasts. They weren't as large as Mary's, but they filled a 'B' cup bra.
Mary complimented me on how pretty I had become, but said my breasts
were still too small. She again injected hormones into my nipples. Then she
surprised me by having me bend over to receive more injections. This time
she made injections into my hips. She said my hips would now grow larger.
We went out on our date and I was far less self-conscious then I was
before. Previously I was concerned that people would think I was a guy
wearing a dress. Now I knew that they would think I was a girl.
Chapter 5 - As Gorgeous as Mary
My relationship grew stronger with Mary, but we still hadn't had sexual
intercourse. Lengthy kisses and hugging was the limit of our intimacy. I was
hoping to take out relationship to the next level.
While my personal life was looking pretty good, my career took a turn
for the worse. My boss didn't approve of my changing appearance and I had
lost my job. I didn't know what to do. All my job history was as a male, and
now I looked like a female. Even dressing in men's clothing didn't help.
Mary found me a job at the dress shop where she worked. The owner of the
shop thought that I was a girl, and the name on my nameplate was "Bobbie".
Now I had to wear girls clothing to work. This required me to purchase a
whole new wardrobe, as I previously only had enough girls clothing for my
dates with Mary.
At the same time, the men's clothing I used to wear no longer fit me
very well. The shirts were too tight for my breasts, and the pants were too
tight for my hips. So I ended up wearing girls clothing all the time.
My breasts had grown to a 'C' cup size, but Mary still wasn't satisfied.
She wanted me to be a 'D' cup size; the same size as she was. So she gave me
additional injections into my breasts. She also made injections into my
hips, saying my hips needed to be a little larger to be the same size as
hers.
Mary also made another appointment for me with the doctor who had done
my cosmetic surgery. I didn't see why I needed more cosmetic surgery, but
Mary insisted that I needed to look more attractive. So I went ahead and had
the surgery. The doctor did an excellent job and I was amazed at how
beautiful I had become. I looked a lot like Mary, and was as gorgeous as she
was.
Chapter 6 - Getting Proper Genitals
I went over to Mary's house to show her my new looks. She was very pleased
with how I looked. She had me remove all my clothes except my panties. She
took out a tape measure and measured me. She happily reported that we had
the same measurements.
Mary started to remove her clothing and my penis started growing erect.
She noticed the growing bulge in my panties and ordered me to remove my
panties. I pulled my panties down, wondering what she would say.
"What's that?" she yelled, pointing at my penis.
"It's my penis," I replied.
"Girls don't have penises," she declared, "get rid of it."
"I can't get rid of it," I protested.
"Get out!" she yelled, "and don't come back until you have proper
genitals for a girl."
I left her house and went back to my apartment. I took off my clothes
and stared at myself in the mirror. I had become a woman with a penis. Would
it really be that big of a step to get rid of my penis? I didn't want to,
but I also didn't want my relationship with Mary to be over.
Finally I decided to see a doctor about gender re-assignment. I expected
a lengthy delay, but since I had lived the past year as a girl, I was able
to get surgery within weeks. On the day of the surgery, the doctor told me
of a unique opportunity, that a young woman had been killed in a car
accident, and that I could have her sexual organs implanted into me. I
wasn't sure I was doing the right thing, but I agreed.
I went back to work a few weeks after the surgery. Mary asked me how the
surgery went. I told her that not only was my penis removed, but that female
sexual organs had been implanted into me. Mary invited me to come over to
her place that night. When I arrived she had me strip down. She examined my
genitals closely. She observed that I had a clitoris and a vagina. "What
about internal sexual organs?" she asked.
"I have a uterus and ovaries," I replied, "and the doctor says I should
be having my first period soon."
"You mean you can get pregnant?" Mary asked.
"Only if I have sex with a guy," I laughed.
"That's wonderful," Mary declared. "I finally found the perfect girl for
me. Say that you'll marry me."
I was a bit taken aback by the offer of marriage, but it was what I
wanted, wasn't it? So I told her that I would marry her.
Chapter 7 - Mary's Surprise
It was only a few days later that we were married. At the time I wondered
how we would be able to get married since we were both girls now. But Mary
showed me the marriage license that listed us as husband and wife. Only it
listed her as the husband and me as the wife.
After the marriage we went back to our hotel room. I got undressed and
crawled onto the bed, wondering how two women would make love. I assumed
that Mary would know, so I let her take the lead. I watched her as she
stripped down and started removing her panties. This would be the first time
I had seen her naked. I expected to see her vulva, but to my surprise a
penis plopped out. Then Mary started rubbing her, or rather his penis, which
quickly became very large and erect.
"You're not a girl!" I shouted.
"I never said I was girl," Mary replied. "All I said was that I only
date girls."
"But I thought you were a girl," I protested, "I never would have gone
out with you if I knew you were a guy."
"That's probably true," Mary observed, "but you're my wife now, and it's
time to consummate our marriage."
Mary crawled on to the bed and got on top of me. I couldn't believe this
was happening to me. I felt Mary's penis penetrate and then enter my vagina.
How could I have become a girl and gotten married to a man? Mary pushed the
full length of his penis into me and started thrusting in and out.
I grew increasingly aroused and soon started to orgasm repeatedly. I had
become a beautiful woman who was married to a man who looked like a
beautiful woman. I felt Mary ejaculate his cum into me. I wondered if I
would get pregnant this night.
Mary pulled his penis out of my vagina and got off the bed. "Suck my
penis," he said. I got off the bed and went down on my knees. I stuck his
penis into my mouth and started sucking. I tasted both his cum and my
vaginal juices.
This wasn't fair; I should be the one who was doing the fucking, not the
one getting fucked. I should be the one getting his penis sucked on by his
wife, and not be the wife who was sucking her husband's penis. I was sure
Mary had known I was a guy all along, and had manipulated me into becoming a
girl and his wife.
Mary's penis had grown erect again and he climbed onto the bed. I
climbed on top of him and pushed his penis into my vagina. This time after
we had sex, I had him lick my vulva.
We got back into bed again and snuggled together. I rubbed Mary's
breasts and he responded by rubbing mine. I was still mad at Mary, but he
was probably the best man for me. I wouldn't want to have sex with a man who
looked like a man.
When I met Mary I dreamed of making love to her. I even hoped that
someday we would become man and wife. I guess my dreams had come true. But
as I lay there, the phrase "I only date girls" kept repeating itself in my
mind. I wished I had quickly walked away when I first heard it.
THE END
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