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Journey Of Discovery - Part 6 free porn video
Three things were now simultaneously swirling through Mark's mind. The
awesome sexual experience he just had with Lysa, the new sensations he
enjoyed after she dressed him as a woman, and trying to untangle the two
experiences.
He knew that there was no turning back with Lysa. She was far more than a
potential subject in a story. In the short time he has know her, she has
really come to mean something to him. But that seemed to be all the more
reason for Mark to push forward with his original reason for looking to
meet Lysa in the first place -- composing an article about transgenderism.
Only, his motivation was now a little different. Instead of trying to
write an award winning article, Mark was focused on trying to write the
best article for the sake of doiing justice to the topic and to people
like Lysa.
His crossdressing experience though put a new twist in things. What he
originally imagined would possibly be a series of articles suddenly seemed
like fodder for a pair of books. But it's not like he suddenly became an
expert in all issues trangendered. He knew any extensive writing he could
offer on the subjects would be purely anecdotal. But he knew that he were
going to touch on both the transsexual lifestyle and the crossdressing
experience, he would have to divorce the two issues in his mind and
research and write about them separately.
This was something he wanted to ask Lysa's advice about.
"Hi. Lysa?" Mark said, calling her on his cell phone. "I know it's late.
But I have to talk to you about some things."
"Sure, Mark. Is everything ok?"
"Just fine. I've just been thinking."
Lysa tensed up, fearing Mark was having second thoughts.
"First, I've got to say tonight was fantastic. I hope you had as great of
a time as I did. And I can't wait until we get together again."
Lysa felt a little safer and breathed a sigh of relief.
"But as far as this article business goes, I think we have to try and
separate our personal relationship from our discussion for the story."
"Well, sure. That's fine. Anything, Mark."
"And there's something else. From tonight's experience with the spilled
coffee, so to speak. I think I see what you were trying to show me. Even
when they all look like women, there can be a lot of different types of
transgender experiences.
"I mean, with you and all of those other girls who were on that show with
you, there are different lifestyles, different motivations and different
degrees of femininity between all of you. For some, it's your life. For
others, it's a role playing fantasy. And I'm sure there are all degrees of
differences along the spectrum in between.
"And while there is no way I can begin to understand what goes on inside
each person's head, and no way I can write about each one. I think I'd
like to explore a few others."
"Do you mean you want to meet other transgendered people?"
"No. Not that. I'm thinking I should explore this transvestite angle as
well. It's really interesting."
"Well, ok. I could dress you up again if you want," Lysa replied sort of
sheepishly.
"No. I don't think that's a good idea. I don't want to mess up what we
have."
That got a smile out of Lysa as she rolled over in bed hugging a pillow.
"It's something I'll have to research a little on my own."
"Well, knowing people in those circles, I might be able to help a bit. I
know this guy who does makeovers for men, transforming them into the girls
of their dreams. Maybe you could talk to him."
"That sounds perfect, hon."
"His name is Paul. He has a salon on the west side. He also does photo
shoots for the girls that want it. I've put together websites for a lot of
the girls he's made over. That's how I met him. Plus, he's shot most of
those pictures of me on my website. He has it down to an art form. I'll
call him tomorrow and let him know what you want to do. He'll have fun
with the idea."
"Maybe I should call him and just handle it myself. I don't want to be
treated any differently than any other clients. You know?"
"I get what you mean, Mark. A journalistic thing, right?"
"Thanks for understanding, babe."
After Lysa gave Mark the number for Paul's salon, they talked about
planning something together for the weekend. Mark said he was hoping to do
his makeover early Saturday, and leave Saturday night open for Lysa.
"Do you plan on going out as Mark or as Marcia?" Lysa asked.
"As me, of course!" responded Mark with disbelief.
"Well, ok. We'll see."
"What do you mean? I'm just going to have Paul dress me up, take a few
pictures, and I'll make some notes on the experience. Talk to him about
some of his past clients, perhaps."
"Just to warn you, Mark. When he dresses you up, honey, it'll be light
years beyond what you and I did. You could wonder if are a woman. You may
want to ask for the novice session -- have him take it a little easy on
you."
"Lysa, the best part about tonight was when I got out of the clothes to
make love to you."
"Maybe Saturday will end the same way," Lysa said as she laughed.
"We'll see. And let's definitely make plans for Sunday then. Maybe brunch
to begin with?" suggested Mark.
"It's a date, baby."
Lysa wasn't saying so, but she couldn't wait to get the litttle
crossdressing experiment over with so she could see where things lead
between her and him. They said their goodnights as Mark sat parked at his
apartment, thinking about trying to get a little bit of sleep before
having to get ready for work.
After what amounted to little more than a nap, Mark was up and showering.
There he was once again looking down at his feet. This time as he glanced
over his hairless body, he momentarily recalled the bra and breast forms
he had been wearing the night before. He remembered the feeling of the
lycra hugging his body and wig sitting snuggly on his head, along with the
silky sensation of the pantyhose on his bare legs. He rubbed his mouth
with the wash cloth again, as if he were making sure he got all of the
lipstick off last night. Bending his head back under the spray of the
shower one more time, Mark ran his fingers through his hair. Then, he
shook off his daydream and toweled off, patting his face instead of
rubbing he suddenly recalled from somewhere he saw experts talking about
women's skin care. He just chuckled and got ready for work.
One thing he wasn't looking forward to today was encountering Stevie. The
flash of terror from her seeing him all made up last night was still fresh
in his mind. But it was dark, it was late, and there was no reason for her
to have suspected the other woman in Lysa's car was him. But again, Mark
was oblivious to the fact that Stevie knew it was him that walked into
Lysa's apartment and that it was red head in a little black dress that
walked out.
"Good morning, Stevie," Mark said while walking past the news assignment
desk.
"Good morning, Markie," Stevie responded in a sarcastically flirtation
tone.
Her answer sent the blood rushing to Mark's head. He didn't know whether
to bite and see what it was about or just go on about his business, until
she asked him a question in the same cutesy voice.
"What did you do last night? Paint the town red?"
Mark knew he and Stevie needed to have a little talk.
"Stevie, can I talk to you for a minute about a story I'm working on?"
"Sure, doll," she continued.
"Let's step into the conference room."
Mark led Stevie over to the private room, wondering how he should approach
things. First thing he wanted to know for sure was how much Stevie knew.
He was sure if he knew the nature of his relationship with Lysa though,
she would ruin him at the paper. He had to appease her somehow -- share
something with her.
"Stevie, I'm not sure if you know it or not, but I'm working on sort of a
big project on the side for a story I'm hoping to write. Actually,
probably a series of stories. I'm hoping to pitch it to the editor when I
have enough to go with."
"Really? Is that why I saw you dressed up like a woman last night? And who
was the chick you were with?"
"How did you know I was dressed like a woman last night? Did you see me
somewhere?" he coyly countered.
"I saw you at a red light. Drove up right beside you. Actually, you looked
kind of pretty."
"How'd you recognize me? Must not have been that pretty."
"Well, uh..." Stevie did't want to reveal she had followed him. So she
quickly made up something to try to convince him.
"First, I recognized your eyes. You have very distinctive eyes. Plus,
there's this certain expression you make that I spotted. Then, when I saw
you look at me, you looked startled that I saw you. So it all just sort of
clicked together."
The explaination was actually how Stevie had confirmed that it was Mark in
the car with Lysa. But it wasn't how she figured it was him in the first
place. While Mark picked up on that, he told himself he wasn't going to
pursue it for now.
"So who was the girl you were with? It was a girl, right?"
"Yeah. She's a source for the story. She knows a lot about the subject.
The story's going to be about crossdressing. And that's where I need your
help."
"You want me to help you dress up?" asked Stevie.
"No," Mark quickly retorted. "I need you to help me arrange a meeting with
a guy who runs a salon and makes men look like women. And, I need you to
keep this between you and me."
Mark explained he wanted to talk to Paul about some of his clients and do
a simple run-through
of a makeover session with him, and have a few pictures taken for possible
use in the paper. So he would need a release from Paul for the photos and
an agreement to talk about the subject.
Mark would have preferred to arrange this all himself and talk to Paul
personally, but he figured he had to involve Stevie somehow. This was the
only way he could think of at the moment.
Stevie liked anything with even a hint of intimacy between her and Mark,
even if it was just a simple secret. But at the same time, she sensed he
was holding something back. Part of it was the way he downplayed Lysa's
role and avoided talking about her. Stevie recalled her calling the paper
the day before and talking about going to a movie. Hardly seemed like
something a reporter would do with a source.
So while she accepted Mark's request to help him and took Paul's phone
number from him, she was also conjuring up something to draw out more
details from him. She wasn't sure what she was going to do yet.
Maybe calling this Paul guy would give her some ideas.
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