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Samantha
By Cal Y. Phigia
Samantha Johnson, the new hire, was exquisitely beautiful.
James Mann thought her the most gorgeous woman he'd ever
met. He'd love to ask her out, but her good looks were
somehow intimidating. He feared she'd reject him. If she
did, he'd feel mortified. It was better, he told himself,
to fantasize about asking her. That way he'd control her
answer, and her answer would always be yes.
The day that Mr. Sloane hired Sam as his new secretary the
office employees invited her to lunch. It was nothing
fancy, just a welcome-aboard gesture. They met at the diner
across the street from the office. James had hoped to sit
with Sam, but her booth was full before he enter the
restaurant. Ed Neely, Joe Parker, and Lou Alister were the
lucky bastards, salesmen all, who'd managed to occupy the
seats in her booth.
James hated salesmen. They were so damned pushy.
He had to content himself with worshiping her from afar,
between the perky waitress's visits to his table.
Sam had long, curly blonde hair that cascaded over her
delicate shoulders, falling half way down her sculpted
back. Her breasts were high, full, round, and firm. She'd
left the top three buttons of open to ensure that she
showed plenty of cleavage. The tight silk blouse that she
wore also showed the outlines of her puffy areolas and the
stiff points of her jutting nipples. She also wore a red
mini-skirt slit up the thigh that revealed her long, sleek,
tapering legs through the fine mesh of her stockings. It
was obvious that she wasn't wearing a bra. James wondered
whether she was wearing panties and, if so, what type and
color they were.
Ed said something, and Sam laughed. She was even more
beautiful when her eyes went crescent and her lips curved
upward, parting to frame her dazzling white teeth. A stab
of jealousy pierced James' heart. He glared at Ed, without
realizing it, and muttered, "Bastard!"
Joe said something. Again, Samantha laughed. Again, James
scowled, mumbling, "Asshole!"
Next, Lou made a remark. Samantha chuckled. James frowned
and cursed.
The bastards were telling jokes, he thought. Knowing Ed,
Joe, and Alister, they were probably telling off-color
stories. That's about the only kind they knew. No, James
corrected himself. Samantha wouldn't laugh at risqu? jokes!
She might blush. She might even slap the face of a man who
told her such a gag. But a lady with as much obvious
breeding as Sam wouldn't laugh. She couldn't.
Throughout the rest of his luncheon, James continued to
watch Sam. She continued to giggle and laugh at whatever
comments the terrible trio made, probably, James consoled
himself, only to be polite. Inwardly, Sam no doubt thought
their jokes coarse and uncouth as she found Ed, Joe, and
Lou themselves. The hour James spent watching the salesmen
entertain Samantha seemed to last forever. Finally, the
agonizing spectacle ended. After paying their bills,
everyone made his or her way outside, to return to the
office.
While they'd been inside the diner, it had begun to rain.
James wished he had an umbrella. He could come to Sam's
rescue, sharing his umbrella with her. It would be
delightful to walk beside her, close enough to prevent the
rain from falling upon either of them. He'd walk slowly, to
maximize the time he could spend next to her, savoring her
perfume, her gestures, her conversation, and, most of all,
her beauty. Unfortunately, he didn't have an umbrella but
Lou had one. The obnoxious salesman was the one to come to
Sam's rescue, to walk beside her through the downpour, her
hero. Bastard! James thought, scowling at him.
The rain had made the streets and sidewalks slippery. Watch
your step, Sam, James thought. He'd hate to see her take a
fall on the asphalt or concrete.
No sooner had he thought this thought than it happened.
Samantha, stepping from the crosswalk, onto the sidewalk in
front of the high-rise building that housed their offices,
slipped and fell hard. That wasn't all. She sprawled on the
sidewalk, offering everyone who was near enough to her to
see, including James, a view of her ass and genitals. Ed,
Joe, Lou, and James himself, as well as others, gasped in
astonishment.
"My God!" Ed cried, shocked. "Do you se what I see?"
"Damn!" Lou exclaimed.
"She's a he!" Joe thundered.
It was true! As hard as it was to believe, the beautiful,
sexy Samantha was a man a man with tits who was better
looking and more feminine than most women, but a man,
nevertheless.
Ed scowled at Samantha. "Freak," he muttered.
Joe and Lou shook their heads at her in disgust as they
stepped over her.
James wanted to stop. He wanted to ask whether she was all
right. He wanted to help her to her feet. Instead, he left
her lying on the sidewalk, in the rain, her private parts
exposed to passersby and onlookers, possibly hurt. He
remembered the contempt and disgust in which Ed, Joe, and
Lou had regarded Sam, and he didn't want to be treated in
the same manner.
To show any concern, any sympathy, any kindness toward the
man who'd passed himself off as a woman would be to incur
the same abusive treatment from them that the salesmen
showed to Samantha. No doubt, they'd begin calling him a
"queer" if he showed any compassion for the fallen
secretary. As much as he'd like to help her, he knew that
Ed, Joe, and Lou would make his working life a living hell
if he did. Feeling like a heel, he followed their lead,
stepping over Samantha, to leave her lying on the sidewalk,
in the pouring rain, with her ass, cock, and balls on
display.
---
James was ashamed of the way he'd behaved. At heart, he was
a decent man. His biggest weakness was that he gave too
much thought to what other people might think and say about
him. From his earliest childhood days, James had been
mindful of other people's opinions and eager to please. As
a result, he was easily manipulated and seldom pleased
anyone, despite his best and continuous efforts to do so.
He'd developed few ideas, beliefs, or values of his own and
had only a minimal self. Mostly, he was a reflection of
what others thought, felt, believed, and valued or what he
thought they thought, felt, believed, and valued.
He was full of contradictions and as changeable as the
wind. He'd left Samantha lying on the sidewalk, in the
rain, with her mini-skirt bunched around her hips,
revealing her buttocks and genitals because of what Ed,
Joe, and Lou had said to her and because he didn't want to
be called the same names they'd called her. What a hero! He
castigated himself. What a knight in shining armor. He'd
imagined himself as Sam's rescuer, but had left her lying
on the sidewalk, in the pouring rain.
Of course, her cock and balls had shocked him, as it had
everyone else. Samantha had been the talk of the office
since her mishap. The female employees were a little less
cruel than the male, but they also ridiculed Samantha
behind her back. Ed, Joe, and Lou not only gossiped about
her behind her back, but they were also unkind to her face.
On the elevator, they called her "freak," "queer," and
"wannabe woman." In the office, they made faces at her.
Whenever they accepted a memo or a form or a letter from
her, they took the document by its corner, between the
thumb and forefinger, as if it might be contaminated. James
did none of these things. Instead, he avoided her. He
wasn't guilty of insulting her. His sins were sins of
omission, rather than sins of commission. He failed to
offer Samantha friendship, sympathy, or moral support.
James was amazed at Sam's courage. Although she was
obviously hurt by the cruel and insulting comments that Ed,
Joe, and Lou heaped upon her and by the gossip among the
women female employees, she seldom exhibited her feelings,
and she never lost her temper. She didn't cry, either, or
quit her job. She never approached her boss to plead with
him to put an end to her coworkers' abuse. She endured it,
perhaps because, unlike James, she knew and loved herself
well and was true to who she was. Other people's opinions
might annoy her, but she wouldn't live her life by what
others thought of her. She had valor. She had honor.
She was beautiful, too, as beautiful as the first day James
had seen her, and he found that he continued to think about
her and to fantasize about her. He continued to desire her.
He was bothered by his feelings for her, because, he
supposed, his infatuation with a transsexual meant that he
must be gay. After all, despite her feminine appearance,
Samantha or Sam did have a cock and balls. As days became
weeks, he found himself thinking more and more of Samantha,
remembering how she'd looked, sprawled on the sidewalk, in
the pouring rain, her mini-skirt scrunched up to reveal her
penis and testicles. He no longer found the idea of her
having male genitals repugnant or offensive. Rather, the
incongruity of a woman with a cock and balls was exciting.
It was arousing. It gave him the stiffest, longest,
thickest erection he'd ever had.
Was he a queer? Even this question, which had troubled him
before, no longer bothered him. If being attracted to a
gorgeous creature like Sam meant that he was a queer, very
well, then, he was a queer. More and more, James
masturbated to visions of himself making love to Samantha,
imagining his lips on her soft, luscious lips, his hands
upon her round, silken breasts, his cock between her sleek,
full buttocks. His orgasms were the most intense and
pleasurable than any he'd ever had, either as a result of
fucking a genetic female or from masturbating. He'd shoot
geysers of thick, hot semen all over his chest and belly,
decorating himself with pools of his liquid passion, like
melted pearls, as mementos of his love for the world's most
gorgeous shemale.
---
A month after Sam had taken the nasty spill on the rain-
slick sidewalk, James decided to ask her for a date. He had
no choice. If he didn't, he'd go insane. Of course, he'd
have to wait for the right moment. He'd have to catch her
alone. If anyone else in the office found him even so much
as chatting with Sam, let alone asking her for a date, he'd
be as scorned and reviled as Samantha herself.
James' chance came on Wednesday of the same week he'd
determined to invite her to dinner and a movie. He was
working late. Everyone else had left the office, Sam
included. The cleaning crew had come and gone, and James
was alone at his desk, a mountain of paperwork to clear,
when Samantha's voice startled him.
"Hello, James," she said.
He jerked upright in his chair.
"Don't worry," Sam said, "I'm not here to jump your bones."
She held up her purse. "I forgot this."
"That's not why I jumped. I thought I was alone. You
startled me."
She rolled her eyes. "Whatever." She turned to leave.
James looked at her ass, through the tight slacks she was
wearing. His cock stirred at the sight of the sleek, round
mounds. "Wait! Don't go."
She paused, turning, and James' gaze went to her breasts.
"Why not?" she asked. "You have a new insult for me?
Another joke at my expense? A vile name you haven't called
me yet?"
"I haven't insulted you," James reminded her. "I haven't
told any jokes about you, either, and I haven't called you
any names other than 'Samantha.'" He paused, swallowed. "In
fact," he admitted, "I'm attracted to you."
She laughed.
"Really," James insisted. "I am."
"Right."
"Seriously."
"Oh?" She waited, hands crossed below her magnificent
breasts, her expression indicating that she knew some
insensitive remark or offensive comment would be
forthcoming.
James nodded. "I can't get the thought of you out of my
mind."
Sam's posture relaxed somewhat, but she remained wary. "My
having a penis and testicles doesn't bother you?"
"On the contrary, I find them unbelievably exciting.
Fascinating, really."
"I didn't know you were gay."
"I'm not, or, if I am, I didn't know it, either, until I
met you."
Sam lowered her arms. "You're really attracted to me?"
"Attracted' is too mild. I'm obsessed with you. I can't eat
or sleep or think because of you. In fact, I've been
wanting to invite you to dinner and a movie."
Her eyes glittered. "You have?"
"Yes."
She smiled, as if she were flattered to hear of James'
infatuation with her. Then, her eyes hardened. "Then, why
have you allowed those pinheads, Ed, Joe, and Lou to insult
me? Why have you let the ladies in the office gossip about
me behind my back? Why haven't you said anything or done
anything to defend me or to protect me?
"I wanted to," James confessed, "but well, it's just that?"
"You didn't want to be insulted and affronted the way I
was?"
He nodded before hanging his head. "Yes."
"That's too bad," she said. "I was attracted to you, too,
before I realized what a timid little milquetoast you are.
It was obvious to me that you were attracted to me. It was
obvious to me that you didn't share the opinions of the
others who've insulted and abused me since their discovery
of my little secret. I thought you were good looking and
kind, but you're only good looking. There's nothing kind
about standing by and watching idiots and losers like Ed,
Joe, and Lou torment someone for no other reason than her
being a woman trapped inside a man's body. I'd hoped you
might be a knight in shining armor, but you turned out to
be more a mouse than a man."
James looked up at her, his eyes brimming with tears.
"You're right," he admitted. "Give me another chance. I'll
make it up to you, I promise."
She sniggered, contempt on her lovely face. "You had your
chance, James. I could have been the best girlfriend you
ever had - and the best lay- but you're not man enough to
know what you want. You're too afraid of what others might
think or say. You could have had me. But now, loser that
you are, you have no one."
She turned, walking across the carpeted office, toward the
door that led to the elevator in the hallway.
"Please," James moaned, "give me another chance."
She never bothered to look back, and she didn't return to
work the next day.
The last James ever saw of the shemale who could have been
the love of his life was her splendid, tight ass as she
walked away from him.
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