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Heels: The Ultimatum 3 - Platonic Relationship
By Deane Christopher
Copyrighted 2003
Synopsis of Chapter 2: Show & Tell
Having watched Dennis transform himself into her girlfriend,
Kelly, via the use of those magical transsexualizing high heels of
his, Gale proceeded on to make another request of that drop dead
gorgeous husband of hers. Somewhat demurely, she asked Kelly to
demonstrate the extra-added magical ability that allowed that ultra
feminized husband of hers to instantaneously assume the appearance of
another woman, with the only caveat being, that said woman be at least
reasonable attractive. Kelly happily complied; capriciously attiring
that bodacious body of hers in apparel that suited that rather
whimsical, if not somewhat perverted fancy hers in the process. Then,
once Kelly has finished running through a whole parcel of readily
recognizable women, Gale innocently inquired if there was perhaps any
other woman that Kelly 'did' on regular bases. Though Kelly was
reluctant at first to show her wife this other semi-regularly assumed
persona of hers, she finally gave in to her wife's urgings, and in
doing so, transformed herself into a slightly improved version of Gale
herself.
Following Kelly's demonstration of the quick-change ability that
her heels made available to her, a slight problem arose from an
intimate, though innocent embrace that Gale had initiated.
Previous to that night, Gale, through various conversations she
had had with Dennis about his feminine alter ego, and those magical,
transsexualizing stiletto heeled pumps of his, had learned two very
important things about that girlfriend of hers. First off, Dennis had
made Gale aware of the fact that whenever he was operating as Kelly,
he, as a she, was a self-avowed narcissist, who got turned on by doing
nothing more than catching a passing glance of herself in any sort of
reflective surface. Then, to muddy the waters even further, Dennis,
whenever functioning as the subtle sexpot Kelly, was saddled with an
insidious amount of what could only be thought of as hyper-
nymphomania. In other words, whenever Dennis was operating as the
fetching and amply endowed blonde bombshell Kelly, he, as a she, found
herself dealing with a double whammy, a double whammy that kept him,
as a her, either horny, or on the cusp of being horny damn near all
the time.
Again, owing to all those casual and not so infrequent
conversations that Gale and that sexually bipolar husband of hers had
engaged in about Dennis and his stints as member in good standing of
the sugar and spice club, Gale knew that Kelly's horniness quotient
was way off the charts. Given that, Gale, upon the realization that
the embrace she had so innocently enfolded Kelly within that
auspicious evening, was a no-no. Aware that their intimacy had
inadvertently caused Kelly to become sexually aroused, Gale had taken
pity on that feminized husband of hers most pitiable state. In doing
so, she excused herself, there by allowing Kelly the privacy to take
the matter in hand, and there by, assuage those wanton and debasing
needs of hers.
Chapter 3: Platonic Relationship
Later that same evening, having been given the all clear by that
girlfriend slash husband of hers, a very curious Gale hastened back
upstairs.
"So, tell me." she beamed upon entering their bedroom. "Did you
enjoy yourself?"
Reluctantly, as if she was ashamed to admit that she had, Kelly
sheepishly replied. "Yes... Yes, I did..."
"Good. I'm glad to hear that." Gale said, as she bent over to
pick up both her husband's magical high heels and liquid-silver
catsuit.
"So, did you manage to have an orgasm?"
With the same gut wrenching sense of reluctance that had
resonated in her voice in her prior remark, Kelly tendered her answer,
"Yes... Several, actually..."
"Good. That's great." Gale said, as she moved to the chest of
drawers in which Dennis stored much of his clothing, and placed the
heels reverently atop it.
"So, what do think? Is that a good place to keep 'em, or what?
"I mean, they're easily accessible, and as far as I'm concerned,
they definitely deserve a place of honor in our house.
"Besides, if I remember correctly, isn't that where you used to
keep them before I came into the picture?"
"Yes... Yes, I did," Kelly cautiously replied. "I guess we can
leave 'em there, if that is, it's okay with you?"
"Oh. It's perfectly okay with me." Gale returned as she
casually deposited the nylon/lycra unitard on the afghan stand as she
made her way back towards the bed.
"All right. But, we're going to have to put them away whenever
your mother comes over."
"And, why's that?"
"Because, you know how your mother is, Gale. She'll take one
look at those heels, sitting on top of my chest of drawers, and she'll
want to know why they're there."
"That's true. She will."
"So, what are you going to tell her? That it's none of her
business?"
"No, silly." Gale said as she lifted the covers, and slid in
alongside of Kelly. "I'm simply going to tell her truth."
"And, exactly what truth is that, if I might ask?"
Giggling away to beat the band, Gale teased. "That you're a
crossdresser, who every now and again, likes to lounge around the
house, dressed up in women's clothing
"You wouldn't. You couldn't." Kelly squealed in alarm.
"I would, and I could, but I won't.
"And, the reason I won't is because my mom tends to be a little
over-protective."
"A little." Kelly's protest conveyed a wealth of sarcasm. "How
'bout a lot?"
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A few minutes later, having beaten the previous subject to
death, they moved on to another topic.
"So," Kelly inquired, "did you figure out how we're going to
handle it if I do the unthinkable, and start getting frisky while I'm
still femmed out to the max?"
"Yes. Yes, I have..."
"Good. I'm glade to hear that.
Eager to hear what her wife had come up with, an intrigued Kelly
begged the question, "So, are you going to tell me? Or, are you going
to keep me in suspense?"
"Oh, I don't know." Gale teased. "I thought it might be fun to
keep you guessing."
"Yeah. Right." Kelly snidely quipped. "Do that, and I promise
that you'll be sorry."
"So, what are you going to do? Tickle me?"
"I just might..." Kelly impishly replied. "Or, I might do
something else..."
"Like what, for instance?" it was Gale's turn to be curious.
"Like, give you a hands-on demonstration on what it's like to
have a lesbian as a lover."
"You wouldn't dare."
"No." Kelly contritely conceded the truth of her wife's
rebuttal. "You're right. I wouldn't.
"I would never do something like that to you without getting
your permission first."
"That's right. You wouldn't, because you couldn't.
"Look, Kell, even though you're operating as an anatomically
correct member of the fairer sex for the here and now of it, let's
face it. You're still too much of a gentleman to do something like
that.
"And basically, getting back to the point of this little
discussion of ours, when push comes to shove, Kell, that's how we're
going to handle it if, and when you start feeling a little frisky, and
come down with a bad case of wandering hands."
An extremely perplexed and thoroughly confused Kelly replied,
"Huh?
"Just what in the hell are you talking about, honey?"
"What I'm talking about is how you and I are going to handle it
should you ever try to come on to me while you're still a girl."
"Oh. Okay. I understand what you're getting at now.
"So, tell me, Gale. Just how are we going to handle it?"
"Well, should you try to take liberties with me that you
shouldn't ought to be taking while you're femmed out to the max like
you are now, I will simply tell you to knock it off, and you, being
the gentleman that you are on the inside, will cease and desist."
With a sense of incredulity ringing in her voice, Kelly replied,
"I will?"
"Yes." Gale's retort was about as emphatic as emphatic could be.
"You will. And, do you want to know why you will?"
Gale didn't give her husband slash girlfriend enough wiggle room
in which to formulate an answer, "Well, I'll tell you.
"Basically, when push comes to shove, it all boils down to the
fact that you both love and respect me."
"That's true..." Kelly replied with a labored sigh. "I guess I
kind of sort of do at that..."
Unfazed by her husband cavalierly couched response, Gale
continued, "And, that's why something like that is never going to
become a problem for the two of us. Let's face it, Kell. You, my
love, are too much of a gentleman to ever take advantage of me like
that, and you know it."
"Yeah... You're right. Even though most of my friends would
say I do a damn good job of concealing it, I guess that when push
comes to shove, I really am a gentleman at that..."
"Well, at least we're both in agreement on that, Kell." there
was a note of finality clearly conveyed in Gale's voice. "Look,
unless you feel the pressing need to talk about something else, since
it's really getting late, how 'bout you and I call it a night?"
"Sure thing, honey. Sounds good to me. Besides, if today was
any indication, it looks like I'm going to have another rough day at
work tomorrow. In other words, I can use all the sleep I can get."
Then, after an ominous moment of silence, Gale snidely intoned,
"I'm waiting..."
"Waiting for what?"
"A goodnight kiss."
"Are you sure that's wise, honey, what with me an my still being
a girl and all?"
"Well..." Gale replied after giving the matter some thought.
"Let me put it like this. Regardless of the fact that you're as much
of a woman as I am right now, it doesn't negate the fact that I'm your
wife, and that you're my husband. And, as crazy as this might sound,
given the present circumstances, I still want - No. Let's make that
demand. - a goodnight kiss from my husband."
"Okay. If you insist..."
A moment later, Gale vehemently registered a complaint, "You
call that a kiss?"
"Well..." Kelly was at a loss as to how to best answer her
wife's sarcastic rebuke. "I just thought that, under the
circumstances..."
"Well, you thought wrong, Dennis.
"Look, I don't care if you are a girl now. You're still my
husband, and I would really appreciate it if my husband would give me
a goodnight kiss.
"So, haul that pert and perky ass of yours back over here, and
give me the kind of a kiss I both want, and deserve."
Fully aware that compliance would have a negative impact on her
present state of mind, in that the kind of kiss that Gale was
expecting would more than likely rekindle the fires of her ardor,
Kelly did as her wife demanded.
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Several minutes later, Gale nuzzled her husband's femininely re-
sculptured ear, and softly intoned, "Kell..."
"Yes..." Kelly, who was struggling hard to resist the pervasive
urge to play a frantic and self-serving game of grab-ass with all
those feminine attributes of hers, meekly replied.
"I have a little confession to make."
"You do, do ya'?"
"Yes, Kell. I'm afraid to say I do."
"All right, honey. If it'll make you happy, go ahead. Confess
away. You have my undivided attention."
"Well... you know how you're always getting on me about how I'm
always employing a double standard?"
"Yes..." there was a hint of reigned-in impatience clearly
conveyed in Kelly's response.
"Well... I've been thinking, and I've come to the realization
that I haven't been totally honest you."
"You haven't?" Gale's admission piqued Kelly's interest.
"No, Kell. I haven't.
"You see, sweetums, the more I think about it, the more I have
to say that I coming to the realization that I probably wouldn't have
any problem whatsoever with it, were you, as the woman you are now, to
come on to me. That's to say that I don't think it would bother me
one bit were you to engage in some heavy petting with me.
"Hell, Kell. I can't believe I'm even saying something as sick
and perverted as this, but I don't think I'd have a bit of trouble
were you to go so far as to down on me, and give me a thorough tongue
lashing with that ever so talented tongue of yours.
"Fact is, I've got to tell you that I'm getting all hot and
bothered just lying here thinking about it."
"You are, are you?"
"Yes. As much as I hate to admit it, I'm afraid I am, Kell."
"So, I take it that you're saying that you'd like me to make
love to you?"
Responding in a panic, Gale frantically quipped, "No, Kell. I'm
not saying that at all.
"While I'd love to say 'yes', it just wouldn't be fair."
"What wouldn't be fair?"
"To let you do something to me, that I couldn't bring myself to
do you. It just wouldn't be fair to allow you to go down on me, and
not be able to return the favor by going down on you, because my
brain's not wired that way."
"Oh, so that's where that damnable double standard of yours
comes into play." Kelly had to chuckle.
"Look, honey," Kelly rolled over so that she was nose to nose
with that beautiful new bride of hers, "if that's what's bothering
you, you can forget it. Believe me. I don't expect you to do
anything that you're uncomfortable with.
"Hell. You'd best believe that were the situation was reversed,
and you could change yourself into a guy in much the same way that I
can change myself into a girl, I would never be able to find the
wherewithal within me to be able to go down on you, and put a lip-lock
on that magically installed male member of yours.
"In other words, honey, I really do understand what you're
getting at."
Though it was fringed with an ominous tinge of doubt, Gale
replied surged forth with an eager hopefulness, "You do?"
"Yes. I most certainly do.
"Look, Gale. You've got to understand something here. I knew
long before I asked you to marry me that you were as heterosexual as
heterosexual could be. In other words, honey, I never once held out
the hope that I could one day persuade or cajole you into engaging in
a lesbian-based relationship with my feminine alter ego."
"You didn't?"
"No, Gale. I didn't. And, that's why I didn't give you a lot
of who-struck-john that night when you asked me to get rid of those
magical high heels of mine, now did I?"
"No... No, you didn't."
"Look, Gale, if turning myself into a girl is going to present a
problem for you, now or in the future, you just let me know, and I'll
get rid of them, just like I did before. All right?"
"No." Gale vehemently countered. "Don't you ever say anything
as absurd as that to me again. I told you before, and I'll tell you
again. I don't want you to ever get rid of those magical high heels
of yours.
"It's like I told you earlier this evening, I don't just want
you in my life, Kell. I need you.
"Look. I don't know how to explain this properly. But for some
cockamamie reason that I can't even begin to put into words, I know
now that I need both you and Dennis in my life in order to make it
complete."
"My, my. I must say that it sure warms the cockles of this
girlish heart of mine to hear you say something like that, honey."
"Well, it's the truth."
"I know it is, Gale. I know it is..."
"And, you're sure that you're okay with all of this, Kell? I
mean, are you going to be okay with it if I'm not able to take care of
those carnal needs of yours, whenever you're operating as a girl?"
"Well, of course I am. Trust me. I'll be just fine with it.
"My only concern is: are you going to be able to handle me being
both your husband, and your girlfriend?"
"I most certainly am.
"Are you sure?"
"Oh, yeah. I'm sure.
"Fact is: I'm surer than sure."
"Good. I'm glad to here that.
"Okay. Now, let me get this straight, Gale. Even though you
don't think you'd mind it if the female me fooled around with you,
owing to the fact that you don't think you could, shall we say,
reciprocate, and do unto me as I have done unto you, you're saying
that we'd best keep this part of our rather convoluted relationship on
a platonic footing?"
"Yes... I do believe that would be for the best on all
accounts."
"Oddly enough, I'm in full agreement with you.
"Okay. Now that we hashed all of that out, what say you and I
call it a night and get some sleep?"
"Sure... Just give me another kiss, first.
"Oh, and just so you know, Kell, I don't want another one of
those wimpy, girlfriend type kiss on the cheek kisses of yours. When
it comes to goodnight kisses, I don't give a damn what your present
sexual affiliation might be, be advised, sweetums, I want my husband
to kiss me, not my girlfriend, understand?"
"Okay, kiddo. Pucker up, because I'm about to lay one on you."
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The next evening, shortly after the two of them had arrived home
from work, Dennis dutifully complied with his wife's request of the
night before. With Gale observing from the sidelines, Dennis quickly
stripped off the clothes he had been wearing, and deftly stepped into
those diminutive stiletto heels of his. Once again, a thoroughly
captivated Gale looked on, as uncontested femininity fairly flowed up
her husband's body, progressively transforming him into the stacked
and packed femme fatale that was none other than her girlfriend,
Kelly.
Then, having built up several minutes of residual girl-time in
which she could easily accomplish the deed, Kelly, with Gale still
watching, re-donned the clothing she had take off only a few minutes
before, only to have it magically conform to that scintillatingly sexy
new physique of hers.
"Damn, girl." Gale gleefully teased. "Even in jeans and a
sweater, I must say: you look absolutely fantastic. Those heels of
yours are really something."
With a girlish chuckle infesting her voice, Kelly whole heartily
agreed, "They most certainly are."
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While operating as the drop dead gorgeous Kelly, Dennis ardently
observed the proper decorum for maintaining a strictly platonic
relationship with his wife. Though it irked the hell out of him every
now and again, not once did he, as the seductive blonde bombshell
those heels of his turned him into, overstep the bounds of behavior
that he and Gale had mutually agreed upon.
However, the same could not be said for that new wife his.
Every so often, Gale, giddy with the excitement of it all, would
forget herself, and unwittingly interact with her girlfriend, Kelly,
in a manner that was better reserved for her husband, Dennis.
Ironically enough, though Gale had taken the lead in
establishing the operating parameters as to how the two of them should
accord themselves whenever Dennis was functioning under the guise of
his feminine alter ego, it was Gale who had a real problem with
straying hands. Starting on their very first girls' night out
together, though she herself remained all but oblivious to the fact
that she was even doing so, Gale increasingly had a problem keeping
her hands off of that supposed girlfriend of hers.
Having made it through dinner, and a hour or so of casual window
shopping at a near by mall without any overt signs of affection
passing between the two, Gale's undoing came during the movie that
Kelly had all but insisted that the two of them go see that evening.
One of the chief protagonists in the first of three installments of
the epic fantasy they had gone to see had sought to gain time for the
remaining members of his fellowship, so that they could escape the
perils that threatened them. He did so by defiantly standing on a
narrow stone bridge, which traversed a seemingly bottomless chasm, so
as to deny passage to a fearsome foe of a long forgotten age.
However, though said protagonist had achieved his goal by weakening
the stone hued span so that it gave way when the fell fiend of fire
and shadow tread upon it, the gray clad protagonist was himself
toppled in the fray by a haphazard lash of the dreaded creature's
flame thronged whip. Then, with a tormented and frenzied command of,
"Fly fools. Fly." the gray clad wander lost purchase, and followed
his foe of fire and shadow into the maul of the chasm's abyss.
Given that she had not taken Dennis' advice, and read the
acclaimed trilogy prior to going to the movie, Gale truly believed
that this much beloved character had fallen to his doom. And because
she did, she became extremely distraught, to the point of tears, over
what she took to be the apparent demise of one of the epic's most
crucial and endearing characters. Forgetting for the moment that her
husband was at the time femmed out to the max, Gale sought the kind of
solace that only her spouse could offer her. In a knee-jerk reaction,
triggered by a wealth of gut-wrenching emotions, Gale reached over and
embraced Kelly's left arms with both of her own. Pulling herself in,
Dennis' wife snuggled hard up against that stacked and packed pseudo
girlfriend of hers.
Feeling a little foolish, and praying to God that no one in the
theater had taken notice of an act that could easily be misconstrued
to be something other than what it was, Kelly knew that she had to act
fast in order to nip things in the bud. Employing her free hand,
Kelly located her purse. Undoing the hasp, she quickly located the
wadded bundle of paper napkins the she had procured from the dispenser
at the refreshment counter.
"Here, Gale," proffering the napkins, Kelly whispered, as she
concurrently used her shoulder to gently nudge her wife back over, and
into an upright position in her seat. "Take a couple of these."
"Thanks, Kell." Gale tearfully sniffled. "Silly me can sure use
them..."
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A short while later, as the two of them exited the theater
complex and began to make their way across the parking lot to Dennis'
Toyota 4Runner, Gale once again breached the very protocol she had
taken great pains in establishing earlier that evening. Stepping in
close, so that she was walking damn near shoulder to shoulder with
that absolutely gorgeous sexpot of a husband of hers, Gale reached
over and ardently clasp Kelly's hand in her own.
"He isn't really dead is he?" Gale's curiosity had gotten the
best of her.
Having a little fun at her wife's expense, Kelly playfully
teased. "Oh, yeah. Boromir's dead alright."
"No, silly. I'm not talking about Boromir. I know he's dead.
That new type of orc of Saurman's killed him. The one I'm talking
about is Gandalf. He really didn't die in Moria, did he?"
Cagily, as the two of them made their way to Dennis' 4Runner,
Kelly kept coming up with inventive ways to dodge answering Gale's
question. "Look," she said as she unlocked and opened the door for
her wife, "I have an idea. If you really want to know if Gandalf's
really dead or not, why don't you do what I've been suggesting you do,
and read the books for yourself?
"Tell you what, Gale." Kelly said, as she demurely slipped in
behind the wheel of the SUV. "On the nights when I'm femmed out to
the max like I am now, and I'm upstairs, all alone in our bedroom,
taking care of what needs to be taken care of, why don't you pass the
time by reading a chapter or two of the trilogy? That way, we can
kill two birds with one stone. In others words, while I'm upstairs
playing, what you might think of as a crass game of stink-finger with
myself, you can while a way the time downstairs by finding out what's
going to happen in the next two movies."
"So, I take it that you're not going to tell me if he's dead or
alive, are you?"
"No. You're right, honey. I'm not. If you really can't wait
until next year to find out, I seriously suggest that you take it upon
yourself to read the books."
"Bitch." Gale laughingly teased.
With an infectious giggle infesting her voice, Kelly countered,
"And damn proud of it."
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Arriving home, Kelly placed her purse on the steps; hung up her
coat, and then headed straightway into the living room, her
destination, the first of two natural wood bookcases that lined the
far wall. Knowing right where to look, she quickly secured a well-
thumbed copy of the Fellowship. "Here." she said, handing the book to
Gale. "You can start tonight. As for me, I'm going upstairs and
attend to what needs to be attend to."
"You're that horny?"
"Oh, yeah. You'd best believe I am."
"How come?"
"Well, I'm a girl right now, aren't I?"
"Yes... Yes, you are...
"But, what's being a girl got to do with it?"
"Well... to put it bluntly, when it comes to me and my being a
part-time girl, you could say that womanhood and horniness are pretty
much synonymous. You've got to understand something. I'm horny
pretty much all the time when I'm femmed out to the max like I am
now."
Sounding about as sarcastic as sarcastic could be, Gale
mockingly replied, "You poor thing, you...
"Okay. Be that way. Go ahead. Sashay that pert and perverted
little ass of yours upstairs, and attend to whatever it is of yours
that needs to be attended to. Just be sure to let me know when you're
finished, okay?"
Without another word, Kelly did as Gale suggested she do.
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"Oh, shit." Kelly disparagingly quipped, as she lay in bed,
cozily snuggling up against her wife's back.
"What's the matter, sweet-cheeks? Is there something wrong?"
"Oh, yeah. You could say that..."
"Well, why don't you tell me. Maybe I can help."
"That you can. You can drive me into work tomorrow morning."
"Sure... I can do that for you.
"So, how come? I mean, why in the world do you need me to drive
you to work tomorrow?"
"Because, I was an asshole. Because, come tomorrow morning, due
to my stupidity, and the residual girl-time bullshit that I have to
contend with, I'll still be in girl motif."
"You will? And, why's that?"
"I'll still be a girl when we wake up tomorrow morning, because
stupid me forgot to keep an accurate track of the time I was wearing
the heels. Had I had the presence of mind to have done so, I could
have simply remove the heels while we were at the movies, there by
reducing the total amount of residual girl-time that I was accruing.
"Basically, the way I've got it figured, I won't be switching
back to sometime around six forty five, give or take anywhere from a
minute or two, up to a whopping fifteen minutes..."
"Oh. I can see where something like that might present a real
problem for you."
"Yeah... It sort of does at that.
"Take it from someone who has some first hand knowledge of what
it's like to undergo a sexual reassignment while you're contending
with morning rush hour traffic, it ain't no fricking fun."
"No... I can see where it wouldn't be at that."
"So, you can take me? Otherwise, I'll have to go in a little
late."
"No problem, Kell. As long as we leave a little earlier than I
usually do, I have no problem whatsoever dropping you off on my way in
to work."
"Thanks. I really appreciate that..."
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