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Heels: The Ultimatum 4 - Gale's Quandary
By Deane Christopher
Copyrighted 2003
Synopsis of Chapter 3: Platonic Relationship
Having addressed those damn near insatiable carnal needs of
hers, Kelly dutifully called down the stairs, informing Gale that she
could safely rejoin her in their bedroom. There, once Gale had slid
into bed beside the shapely figure of her ultra feminized husband, the
two of them began to discuss how they were going to handle the
platonic aspect of this rather convoluted relationship they were
embarking upon.
It was near the end of that conversation that Gale somewhat
squeamishly admitted that while she probably could handle it if Kelly
were to perform cunnilingus on her, she did not think she could be
magnanimous enough to return the favor. Unfazed by her wife's
pronouncement, Kelly informed Gale that she understood her wife's
position perfectly. Then, in an attempt to further placate any
misgivings that Gale might still be harboring, Kelly continued on to
reply that were the situation reversed in such a way as to allow Gale
to become an anatomically correct male, she would find herself in a
similar dilemma. That is to say that Kelly was quick to point out
that she did not believe that she could get passed her own revulsions
in order to be able perform the selfless act of fellatio on a male
Gale. In other words, Kelly freely admitted that she could no more
function as the instigator of a homosexual couched act revolving
around the administration of oral sex than could Gale.
Oddly enough, while Kelly staunchly observed the restrictions of
this platonic relationship of theirs, Gale frequently, and at times,
flagrantly disregarded them. This caused Kelly no end of problems in
the horniness department.
Chapter 4: Gale's Quandary
Having spent the following evening operating under the guise of
his feminine alter ego, owing to Gale's insistence that he do so
again, Dennis, felling the desperate need to engage in a little
congenial hanky-panky with that relatively new bride of his, had to
put his foot down. Though it was apparent that Gale was at first a
little put off by her husband's rather abruptly couched refusal, once
Dennis explained that he dearly wanted to make love to her as the man
he had been born to be, she realized that he was right. Contritely,
and somewhat coquettishly, Gale conceded the point that while she
enjoyed spending time with her girlfriend, three nights in a row
without engaging in sex with her husband was kind of pushing it.
The next evening, as soon as Dennis walked in the door, Gale
presented him with a tentative schedule. Tuesday and Thursday
evenings were earmarked for girls night out activates, while Mondays,
Wednesdays and Fridays were reserved for normal husband and wife
interactions. Likewise, every other Saturday, starting immediately
after Dennis enjoyed an early morning romp in the hay with his wife,
would be set aside for Gale and Kelly to do some exclusively 'girl'
things together. Sundays were to be left open-ended. Whether Dennis
logged any 'Kelly' time on Sundays would depend entirely on the amount
of residual girl time he had already accrued that weekend.
Please with the realization that Gale had taken his healthy male
appetite for sexual gratification into account, as attested to by the
Saturday morning romp codicil she had taken pains to include, Dennis
readily agreed to his wife's proposal. "You did good, honey. You did
real good.
"As long you and I remain flexible, this schedule of yours
should workout just fine."
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Several days later, while the two of them were eating dinner in
the kitchen, Gale made a request of her husband, "Dennis, tonight,
when you change yourself into a woman, I was kind of hoping that you
could do me a big favor?"
"Sure, honey. I'd be happy to. Just tell me what it is, and if
it's in my power, consider it a done deal."
"Well, I was wondering if I might prevail upon you to do me
again, but this time, without all those physical enhancements that you
used the other day?"
"Yeah.... Sure... Of course I can do that for you. Why?"
"Do you recall that intimate apparel catalog that came the other
day?"
Having perused through the publication several times himself
since its arrival, he knowingly chuckled, "Yes. Yes, I do?"
"Well, I was kind of wondering if I could get you to model some
of the outfits for me, so I could see how I would look wearing them."
"So, I take it what you're saying is: you're toying around with
the idea of ordering a few for yourself?"
"Yes. Yes, I am... But, only if they don't make me look
slutty."
"Oh. I get it. You don't mind if they make me look slutty,
just as long as they don't make you look slutty?"
"Oh, yeah. You've got that right." Gale laughingly quipped.
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"Not bad." Gale commented, as that doppelganger husband of hers
modeled a slinky silver lame' sleepshirt. "Not bad at all...
"I kind of like that."
With a voice that was an exact duplicate of his wife's, Dennis
replied, "Well then, that makes two of us."
"Okay. How 'bout letting me see how it looks in gold."
"Sure thing, honey." Dennis, who was thoroughly enjoying
herself, gleefully chuckled. "Blink."
"Well?" Gale's lookalike questioningly prompted. "Which one of
the three do you like me in the best? The silver, the gold, or the
bronze?"
"Well, if I have to choose, I'd have to say that I like the
silver one the best, but I must say that I also like both the bronze
and the gold ones as well."
"Okay. So, why don't you just go ahead and order all three of
them?"
"Do you really mean that?"
"Of course I do."
"Well, I guess my next question is: can we afford them, along
with all the other stuff I've already picked out?"
"No... But, what the heck, honey. It's only money. Besides, I
don't see myself retiring in the near to immediate future..."
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As stated previously, during those not so infrequent times in
which Dennis operated as an amply endowed member of the crotch creased
club, he exercised extreme caution and self-control, so as to avoid
doing anything that Gale might misconstrue to be in the realm of some
sort of lesbian come-on. His wife, on the hand, was no where near as
vigilant as her bodaciously femmed-out husband was. Gale, by her very
nature, was born and bred to be a touchy/feellie kind of person.
Trouble was, the person she liked to touch most was not only her
husband, Dennis. It was also increasingly starting to become her
husband's feminine alter ego, Kelly, as well.
And, that touchy/feellie proclivity of Gale's caused Kelly no
end of problems in the horniness department.
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As one might imagine, Gale got a real kick out of the guilty
knowledge she possessed. Just knowing who and what Kelly really was
transformed every outing of theirs into a quasi-erotic adventure for
her.
"Hey, Kell." Gale excitedly intoned one evening when she and
that sham of a girlfriend of hers were out doing their weekly grocery
shopping. "Did you happen to catch a glimpse of that guy giving you
the once over?"
"Exactly which guy are you talking about?"
"The guy in the last aisle we were just in, the one who was
wearing the jeans and a tan windbreaker."
"Oh, that guy.
"Yeah... Now that you mention it, I guess I did at that."
"And, it didn't bother you, him ogling you like he was?"
"No... Should it?"
"Oh, I don't know... I just thought that it might, what with
you not really being all the girl you appear to be."
"Oh, I understand what you're getting at.
"You think that I might take it as an assault on this male ego
of mine to have a guy lecherously undress me with his eyes, just like
that asshole was doing, right?"
"Yeah... I guess so..." Gale meekly replied.
"Well, let me let you in on a little secret. Back in the
beginning, back when I first started playing Little Ms.Transgender,
the dick teaser's dick teaser, stuff like that unnerved the hell out
of me.
"However, as time passed, and I got more comfortable functioning
as a woman, I began to take that sort of stuff in my stride.
"In other words, Gale, I just figured that it more or less went
with the territory, and that I was either going to have to like it, or
lump it. So, since I am basically a pragmatist at heart, I made the
conscious decision that I wasn't just going to like it, I was going
force myself to reach a point where I enjoyed the hell out of it."
"So, I take it that somewhere along the line, you reached that
point?"
"Reached it, and, I might add, surpassed it.
"That's to say that I now take great amounts of perverse
pleasure whenever men eye me up one side and down the other."
"You do, do ya?"
"You bet that well rounded and nicely hung tush of yours, I do.
"I mean, I whole heartily agree with that old saying, 'If you've
got it. Flaunt it'.
"And, you'd best believe I do. At damn near every
opportunity..."
"You're terrible."
"You're right. I am. And, damn proud of it."
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Having been given the all-clear by Kelly a little after ten one
evening, Gale placed Dennis' paperback copy of The Fellowship Of The
Rings on the coffee table; turned the lights off; made sure the front
door was locked, and then dutifully headed upstairs. Entering their
bedroom, Gale, a perennial anal retentive neatness freak, did as she
usually did, in that she picked up the high heel pumps that Kelly had
hastily discarded in her mad rush to so cravenly have at herself.
With the pumps in hand, Gale turned, and headed for Dennis' chest of
drawers. As her wife did so, Kelly dutifully reached over and turned
on the low wattage lamp that resided upon the nightstand, causing Gale
to respond, "Why, thank you, sweetcheeks. I certainly do appreciate
that."
"Think nothing of it. Always glad to be of assistance."
Then, even as Gale was returning the heels to their place of
honor atop her husband's chest of drawers, she casually remarked, "I
know I've told you this before, but these heels of yours are really
something.
"I mean, not only do they cause you to change into a girl
wherever you put them on, and dress you in anything that suits that
highly imaginative and somewhat perverted manly fancy of yours, but
they retain their fresh out of a shoebox look. I mean, there isn't a
scuff mark on them."
"Yeah..." Kelly dreamily returned. "Kind of neat, isn't it?"
Speculating, Gale said, "I'll bet that they're damn near
indestructible?"
"You're probably right about that, honey. However, since I kind
of like the way things are right now, what say we don't put that
theory of yours to the test."
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Oddly enough, though the chance of the two of them ever finding
out the truth of the matter, Gale had hit the proverbial nail on the
head. The heels were, for all intent and purposes, indestructible,
save perhaps by some arcane means. They were also were somewhat akin
to Sauron's mythical One Ring of Power, in that should they ever
become lost, stolen or discarded, they would move Heaven and Earth to
find their way back to the individual to whom they had magically
bonded themselves to.
Though Gale was unaware of the fact that the heels had played
their part in making her rethink that pre-nuptial ultimatum of hers,
the very same ultimatum that had resulted in her betrothed tossing
those stiletto heeled bad boys of his into the trash can, they had
done exactly that. Even though the heels' influence had been brought
to bear on a subliminal level, they had played an integral part in
making Gale change her mind; going so far as to actually induce her to
rescue them before the trashmen came to collect the garbage the next
morning.
Gale was also completely oblivious to the another effect that
the heels were having on her.
The heels had been created with one purpose, and one purpose
alone. They were to design to enrich the life of the individual with
whom they were metaphysically bonded to, and they accomplished that
prime directive of theirs in a myriad of ways. Though it was quite
possible that Dennis would never come to realize this, over time the
heels had, through a metaphysical leaching process, replicated their
magical potential so that it also resided in Dennis' own intrinsic
makeup. Where he to simply to make a conscious and concerted wish to
become a woman, he would do so, much as he had when he had donned the
heels, save that he would do so in the blink of an eye. Likewise,
were Dennis to make a wish to reacquire his manhood, all that was
needed was another conscious, concerted and clearly thought out desire
to do so. In the same fashion, though he might not ever come to
realize it, Dennis could, by the exercising of his conscious will
alone, negate some, or all, of his accrued residual girl time.
However, as interesting as all that may well be, in the grand
scheme of things, the one thing that would have the greatest effect on
Gale and Dennis' marriage, other than the transsexual nature of the
heels themselves, was the effect the heels were slowly, but steadily
engendering within Gale.
Though he figured it was nothing more than a pipe-dream of his,
the one thing that Dennis desired most in life was for Gale to one day
become his female alter ego's lesbian lover. The heels, while not
going so far as to actually change Gale's sexual persuasion, did the
next best thing. Without tampering with her free will in any way,
shape or form, the heels made it possible for Gale to explore and
contemplate her various options.
Once again, the heels accomplished this self-appointed task of
theirs on a subliminal level. Using the love Gale had for her
husband, Dennis, and that pseudo-girlfriend of hers as a jumping off
point, the heels fabricated a series of wildly erotic dreams, dreams
in which Gale's lover continually seesawed back and forth between the
two strangely intertwined loves of her life. Once initiated,
fragments of those vividly erotic dreams began to spawn erotically
couched daydreams, daydreams in which Gale began to increasingly
fantasize about what it might be like were she and Kelly to go one on
one with one another.
Though such aberrant thoughts distressed her at first, Gale
found that no matter what she did or did not do, she could not stop
herself from fantasizing about engaging in a lesbian tryst with that
transsexualized sexpot of a husband of hers. She kept envisioning
herself making Kelly squeal and squirm, and wriggle and rive the way
she herself squealed and squirmed, and wriggled and rived whenever
that deft-handed and ever so talented tongue husband of hers
administered to her own wanton carnal needs.
The more Gale fantasized, the more intrigued she became.
Likewise the more intrigued she became, the more the impossible became
the improbable, which in turn began to grudgingly give way to the
possible, but highly unlikely.
Gale's sexual epiphany occurred late one afternoon while she
sitting in her cubical at work. Having completed pretty much
everything that resided in her in-basket, and reviewed the little that
was left, Gale kept herself busy with a bunch of mundane tasks. Given
that those self-assigned tasks of hers were little more than make-busy
work, they did not require a lot of conscious or creative thought on
her part. That being the case, Gale began to daydream as she casually
went about the task of tidying up her desk.
Within moments, those idyllic daydreams of hers began to become
progressively tinged with an impish, though nonetheless intoxicating
sense of the erotic, as Gale began to picture herself and Dennis alone
on a secluded tropical beach, fervently engaged in making love with
one another. Then, without even realizing exactly when the transition
occurred, the image of her husband was supplanted with Kelly's
curvaceous figure.
Due to its relevancy, it should be noted at this juncture that
prior to meeting Dennis, Gale had not been gung-ho when it came to
performing the selfless act of fellatio. While it was true that she
had occasionally gone down on many of the guys she had dated over the
years, she did it more out of a sense of quid pro quo than for any
other reason. If nothing else, Gale was a firm believer in fairness.
As far as she was concerned, what was good for the gander was also
good for the goose. If I guy was going to go down on her, she felt
obligated to return the favor.
Dennis, however, was another story all together. Oddly enough,
when it came to Dennis, Gale found that she did not have any qualms
about taking that manly shaft of his into the sanctum sanctorum of her
oral orifice. As strange as it might seem, as their intimacy grew
into the kind of relationship she had always dreamed of having with an
eligible young man, Gale actually began to relish the idea going down
on that beau of hers.
So anyhow, getting back to Gale's sexual epiphany, there she was
at work, tidying up her cubical, and idyllically fantasizing that pert
little tush of hers off about getting it on with Dennis, when all of a
sudden something extraordinary occurred. One moment, she was sitting
there; picturing herself eagerly engaged in the act of deep throating
her husband; and the next, she was envisioning herself nibbling the
hell out of Kelly's elusive little clit.
Ironically, Gale came to the stark realization that she was not
turned-off by the thought of her being the instigator, rather than the
recipient, of the ever so pleasurable act of cunnilingus. Truth be
told, she was absolutely flabbergasted to find that such aberrant
thoughts had nether neither diminished nor dispelled her horniness,
rather they had only served to intensify it to an excruciating level.
With her pussy leaking love juices like a sieve, Gale, somehow
managed to get awkwardly to her feet, and using a manila folder to
prevent anyone form taking note of the wetness that was in the process
of darkening the crotch of her pants, hobbled out of her cubical.
Threading her way through the maze of cubicles with her inner thighs
pressed tightly together in an fruitless effort to prevent further
leakage, Gale, passed out of the room, down the outer hallway, and
into the little girl's room.
There, having ducked into the first relatively clean stall that
presented itself, Gale, taking great pains to stifle herself from
offering any verbal counterpoint to the crass actions she was about to
engage in, adroitly got down to the business of addressing those
carnal needs of hers.
Luckily for Gale, by the time she finished up attending to what
needed to be attended to in the ladies room and returned to her
cubical, it was neigh on to quitting time. Turning off her computer
and locking up her desk, a delightfully perplexed and much invigorated
Gale drew on her coat and headed straight off for the parking lot and
her car.
At best, she was pleasantly distracted all throughout her drive
home. No matter what Gale did or did not do, she could not stop
thinking about the strange turn of events that had transpired that
afternoon. Over and over and over again, as if her mind were stuck in
a virtual memory loop, she replayed the scenario that portrayed her
giving Kelly a deliciously thorough tongue-lashing.
All that evening, throughout the night, and continuing on all
the next day, an extremely intrigued Gale continue to fantasize about
performing oral sex on that ever so sexy transsexualized husband of
hers. She became preoccupied with such thoughts to the point of
fixation. Though Gale continually tried to get her mind to focus on
other matters, she failed miserable. Knowing how utterly fantastic it
felt when Dennis went down on her and ate her out, all Gale could
think of was how much perverse pleasure she could derive out of
turning the tables on him by enthusiastically nibbling away on that
delectable little clit of Kelly's.
'Damn.' she thought. 'Wouldn't it be a real hoot to make that
husband of mine squeal and squirm the way he makes me squeal and
squirm?'
Then, upon the realization that she was actually beginning to
contemplate taking that fantasy of hers and turning it into a reality,
Gale began to question whether or not she was really capable of
getting past those rather substantial inhibitions of hers. With the
fully understanding that were she to do what she was thinking about
doing, she would be participating in nothing less than a lesbian based
activity.
To say that Gale found herself in a real quandary over the issue
of her becoming the administrator, rather than the recipient, of
lesbian oral sex would have been the grossest of understatements.
While she knew that her motives were sound, it all boil down to a
matter of ethics. Could she actually engage in something that had
once been so abhorrent to her that just the mere thought of it turned
her stomach?
Over and over again, she asked herself the very same question.
'Do you really want to do this?' Her unwavering answer was always a
demonstrative and resounding 'Yes.' That prompted the obligatory
follow up question; 'Do you thinking that when push comes to shove,
you'll really be able to go down on her?' Though Gale would like to
have answered that pivotal question with the same sort of enthusiastic
response as she had the first, being true to herself, she was forced
to admit that she just did not know. While she would like nothing
more than to be able to answer in the affirmative, there was still a
lingering doubt as to whether she could bring herself to do the deed
or not.
Gale was plagued with a heavy-handed dose of uncertainty. All
throughout the following day she waffled. One moment, wanting nothing
more than to lick and suck that sexually reconstituted husband of hers
into a state of unprecedented orgasmic ecstasy, Gale thought that she
might actually be able to do it. Trouble was, a few minutes after
coming to that conclusion, she did an abrupt one-eighty, in which she
found herself seriously doubting as to whether or not she could get
passed all those long held and well entrenched inhibitions of hers.
To make matters worse, that evening, unlike the pervious
evening, was scheduled to be a 'girls' night out'. That meant that
Kelly would, at some point, head up to their bedroom, and there, take
the matter in hand, as she savagely saw to appeasing those damn near
omnipresent carnal cravings of hers.
Though there was nothing compelling Gale to reach a decision
that day, or for that matter, any other day, she felt pressured to do
so. Knowing that her indecision was well on the way to driving her
absolutely bonkers, in that it was already eroding her ability to
function at her job properly, Gale accepted the fact that she had
reached shit or get off the pot time. If she was going to do it, she
needed to do it soon. However, she was also aware of the fact that if
she decided that she was not going to be able to get passed all those
long held inhibitions of hers, she would have to somehow resign
herself to the notion that some things were never meant to be. If she
did that, she would then be saddle with the problem of figuring out
how to live with her decision.
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"Bad day, huh?" Dennis inquired of his wife.
"Yes. In a manner of speaking, you could say that. That's to
say that it was a little hectic." Gale distractedly replied, as she
went through the rigmarole involved in taking off her coat and hanging
it up in the closet.
"So, are you still up for a night out with your girlfriend? Or,
if you're not, we can always just stay home and watch some television.
"Hell! Tell you what, Gale. If you'd like, I'll even fix us
dinner.
"Look, since you appear to a little stressed out, as far as I'm
concerned, it's your call. So, what would you like to do tonight?
Stay home? Go out? What?"
As much as Gale appreciated her husband's offer to play chef,
since it was not one he made often, Gale put on a happy face, and
cheerfully replied, "Well, while I'm half tempted to take you up on
your generous offer, I think what I'd really like to do is eat out
tonight. After that, if we're both still up for it, we can take in a
movie. While I can't seem to remember exactly which one it was, I do
know that there's one you've been itching to see. However, after we
leave the restaurant, before we head over to the movies, if it isn't
to much trouble, I'd like to make a quick stop at the mall first."
"Sure. I don't see any problem doing that at all.
"Okay. I'll bite." Dennis was curious. "Why, exactly, are we
going to stop by the mall on our way to the movies? I mean, is there
something special you want to pick up?"
"There most certainly is."
"So, are you going to tell me what this something of yours is?
Or, do you plan on keeping me guessing?"
"Oh, I'd be happy to tell you...
"By any chance, do you recall that satin bra and panty set you
were after me to pick up the last time we stop in at Victoria's
Secrets?"
"Yeah... Sure... Why?"
"Well, I was thinking that I might be nice, and let you buy it
for me to tonight."
"Sure, I can do that. Truth is I'd be more than happy to do
that for you, honey.
"So, tell me. Do you want to do something different tonight,
and maybe go out to dinner tonight with your husband? Or, would you
prefer spending the evening with that stacked and packed girlfriend of
yours?"
"Well..." Gale countered with the sham of mock thoughtfulness.
"Since tonight is supposed to be a 'girls' night out', I think I'd
prefer Kelly, if that is, that's okay with you?"
"Oh, it's perfectly fine by me.
"The only reason I asked was because I just wanted to know if I
needed to change or not." Dennis added as he dutifully headed for the
stairs.
"Wait up. I'm coming too?"
"All right... Why, do you want to put on something other than
what you're wearing now?"
"Yes. I think I'd like to put on something a little more casual
than what I'm wearing now. Something say in the order of jeans,
sweater and perhaps those new boots you talked me into buying last
week, since we did say that we were going to try that new Texas styled
steakhouse tonight. But, in all honesty, the real reason I want to
accompany you upstairs to the bedroom is because I really like to
watch you whenever you do your guyo to girlo thing."
"You do, do ya'?" Dennis teased. "How come?
"I mean, do you get some sort of extemporaneous thrill out of
seeing me change into a girl?"
Shyly, acting as if she was somewhat hesitant to respond to her
husband's light hearted inquiry, Gale sheepishly replied, "Yeah... I
guess I sort of kind of do at that..."
"So, am I to take it that watching me turn into a woman is a
real turn-on for you?"
With a light punch of consternation, delivered expertly to her
husband upper arm, Gale brusquely responded, "If you must know, the
answer to your question is: yes. Why, I haven't the foggiest idea.
But, needless to say, it does turn me on."
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