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Summer Experiment
Chapter Four
When Helen unlocked the door to her home, she sensed something was
wrong. The house was dark. No lights lighted her way as she walked
through the vestibule and into the hallway.
She called out tentatively. She knew this was very unusual. Frankie was
always home when she arrived and she was used to being greeted by the
smells of dinner. Even though Frankie had been dieting since the fall,
there was always a cooking smell to warm her senses as she walked into
her house.
When she didn t hear a response, she started to worry. Even if he was
busy working on his book, he would have heard her and responded. But the
darkened house and the lack of his presence made her worry.
As she hung up her coat on the hook, she saw Frankie s pumps at the
bottom of the steps. As she walked up to the second floor, Helen picked
up his jacket and then his skirt lying on the floor. As she climbed the
stairs and headed towards their bedroom, Helen was stopped dead in her
tracks with a thought she had never considered.
What if she walked into the their bedroom and Frankie was with another
person having sex? What if the two of them had been so consumed in
passion that Frankie couldn t wait to get out of his dress? She wondered
if he had brought home that woman Gwen he was so taken with? She stood
there listening, trying to discern any noise of lovemaking. The last
thing she wanted to do was embarrass Frankie, in his role as her new
wife, finding him there with a lover.
Helen loved the idea of Frankie having an affair. Unlike Frankie, Helen
had never shirked from sex. She was ten years Frankie s senior when they
met and married and she knew she had a lifetime of affairs before the
two of them were together. But her Frankie was so unique. She sometimes
felt that she had been his only lover in the past. He never mentioned a
lost love, a jilted affair, and a potential flame.
And he was always so honest about everything. She sometimes wondered.
She knew that he had girlfriends in the past, most of them studious
academics with their horn-rimmed glasses and their oh-so-conservative
outfits.
She loved Frankie from the first time they met. She had been with a
girlfriend in a dance club. She was at the bar trying to get the
bartenders attention when she realized that the woman in front of her
was a man. She studied him for a while and when they had their drinks
in hand, engaged him in conversation.
Helen loved Frankie was the moment they met. He was everything that he
desired in a partner and more. In the past, her bisexual needs had been
satisfied by other women and the occasional man. She certainly didn t
need a man to tell her what to do or how to think. Frankie was the
perfect partner.
She loved the idea of a gentle, cross-dresser and took Frankie home that
night. And they were together from then on.
As she reached the bedroom door, she saw her baby lying on the top of
the bed. He was curled up in a fetal position, sound asleep.
It was obvious that he was in distress when he fell asleep. He hadn t
taken the time to get completely undressed. Lying there, he was
wrinkling up his slip, still wearing his padded bra and panty girdle.
Frankie still had on his stockings.
When she started to get him undressed, he awoke and she saw his eyes,
swollen from crying.
She leaned over kissing his face, whispering, "What s the matter,
honey?"
Frankie was still obviously disturbed. He shook his head, pushing his
hair out of his face. "I don t know. I just started crying and couldn t
stop. I came up here and I guess I fell asleep."
Helen gave him a kiss, reassuring him that everything was okay. She
tried to find out what was the matter, but all he did was shake his head
and start to weep again.
Helen helped her wife get undressed. He looked so helpless and seemed so
frail. Weakened from crying, he could barely climb out of his clothes
without help. As Helen helped him remove the padded bra and slide out of
the panty girdle, she smiled.
Frankie was so attractive. Looking at how beautiful he was becoming, she
remembered again how much in love she was with this wonderful person. He
was so caring, kind, and eager to please. All he ever wanted to do was
make her happy.
In the past three months, he had done exactly what she had suggested. He
had dieted, and in the process, losing a lot of the masculine shape from
his arms and shoulders. He had stopped exercising, and as quickly as he
did, his runner s muscles had faded, replaced by smooth, soft flesh.
Frankie had never been fat. If anything, his 150 pound, 5 8" body always
seemed more boyish than manly.
And now, with the laser hair removal and the hormones in his body, he
looked so delicate and pretty. Lying there naked, she could see that his
nipples had doubled in size since he had started the estrogen. The flesh
around his swollen nipples, the aureoles, had stretched and started to
emphasize his chest budding with fatty tissue as breasts began to form.
She kissed each nipple and then sucked gently as she helped him finish
undressing.
Frankie s nipples responded, swelling and filling with blood as Helen
sucked and kissed them. Frankie moaned with the pleasure of her caress.
As she finished pulling his panty girdle down and off of his legs, she
glanced at his crotch. Frankie s genitals were still pressed tightly
back and between his legs where they had been tucked all day. In the
fading light of the evening sun, Frankie looked very feminine and very
young.
Helen traced his pubis gently with her hand and kissed the inside of
each thigh. Frankie giggled as Helen kissed his neatly trimmed patch of
hair. Anyone glimpsing this image would have thought it was of two women
lying together. They would have seen Frankie s long hair and immature
figure and Helen s lush, womanly body.
Frankie was awake enough now to pull down Helen s cotton scrub pants and
panties in one motion. Helen assisted, pulling off her cotton top and
released the clasp on the front of her bra letting both articles fall
away. She shook out her breasts from confinement, her nipples pert with
excitement.
Frankie s hands cupped Helen s breasts as she positioned her body above
him. Kissing him hard, she turned pulled him tightly to her warm flesh.
She ran her hands along his body, smiling to see his eager response to
her touch.
Helen took the lead and still on top, turned, so that she could now kiss
him from head to toe. She touched him everywhere, making Frankie moan
and shudder under her expert caress.
As the two of them turned head to foot, Helen pulled on Frankie s long
legs, reached under Frankie s thighs, and cupped his bottom. She slid
her hands along his legs, pulling them high up in the air and spreading
them exposing the delicate area of his body. Helen lifted his legs up as
high as they would go forcing Frankie back on his shoulders, his bottom
high in the air.
As Helen s kisses increased along his thighs and between his legs,
Frankie felt heady with desire. He felt helpless as Helen move a pillow
under his bottom to support the weight of his lower body now
perpendicular to their bed.
He was amazed how excited he was becoming, feeling Helen engulf his sex
with her warm mouth as her moistened fingers squeezed and probed him. He
found his legs shaking uncontrollably and he moaned aloud. Frankie felt
one wave after another of pleasure sweep through him.
With his legs held high in the air by Helen s strong grip, he felt his
body spasm and he heard himself scream and gasp. Helen continued to kiss
him as her fingers stretched and probed, until he felt he would pass out
from the intensity.
After what seemed to be an eternity, Frankie realized that Helen was
still above him. She gently released his legs, sliding around to kiss
his face, her body rubbing up against him, still quivering from the most
amazing moment he had ever known.
Lying together in each other s arms, Frankie kissed his wife
passionately. He was always amazed how much Helen knew about love making
and how to excite him. With her, he found himself loosing control and
succumbing to pleasure without guilt.
As they lay there, Helen reminded him that he needed to remove the last
remnants of his makeup and moisturize his face before he fell asleep. As
he climbed from the bed, Frankie felt girlish as he tiptoed towards
their bathroom to wash up. His bottom still felt damp from Helen s
kisses and touch as he walked naked across the room. He stopped to pick
out a tiny pink nightgown to wear to bed. Slipping it over his head, he
adjusted the tiny straps and pulled it down below his waist and hips. It
felt so delicate against his flushed skin.
As he washed his bottom clean from their lovemaking, he gingerly touched
his genitals. Since he had started taking the blockers and the hormones,
he had grown slower to respond. He briefly wondered what it would be
like to be impotent and unable to achieve an erection. Helen had
mentioned that if he continued the hormones forever, that would happen.
Running a brush through his hair, Frankie pulled it back in an elastic
tie and washed his face. He then applied a night moisturizer.
He tiptoed back to bed crawling across Helen s naked body, feeling quite
saucy. He wanted to please her now, even though they were both
exhausted.
Frankie moved to the bottom of the bed, and came up between Helen s
legs. He used his fingers to delicately spread her thighs and expose her
sex for his lips and tongue.
Frankie loved the idea of turning his wife on to one more orgasm as she
fell asleep.
In the morning, Frankie awoke early and realized that he was still at
the bottom of the bed curled up at his Helen s feet. He had fallen
asleep at the foot of the bed and for a brief moment while he stretched
out the kinks imagined that he was a slave girl servicing her master.
With that delicious image in his mind, he slipped out of bed to get a
shower. He reminded himself that he couldn t take his pills for the next
ten days.
Washing his hair and then using a body wash on his tender flesh, Frankie
assessed his future. Their lovemaking had eased his mind over the worry
of the upcoming surgery. He felt fine, well, actually, he felt terrific.
He realized that he was experiencing the same moods swings that
transsexuals do during hormone replacement therapy. While, last night
had pulled him close to the edge of his sanity, this morning he could
see a more organized picture of his future.
He realized there was nothing to worry about. The two surgeries would go
off without complications and he would better be able to cross-dress
whenever he chose.
As he dried off, he planned his morning. He would have to wear ?drab
today, because he needed to stop by the college this morning and finish
up his paperwork.
And then, this afternoon, he looked forward to another interview, this
one with a couple. He knew he had to come home to change and was already
planning his outfit in his mind.
As he applied moisturizer and rubbed over his skin, he thought about how
exciting the sex had been last night. Helen has certainly treated him
like a woman, dominating the lovemaking by taking control. Frankie has
enjoyed it.
He stared at himself in the mirror, cupping his chest flesh and forming
two small breasts with his hands. He bent over the bathroom sink,
pursing his lips, trying to look sexy. With his hair unbrushed and towel
dried, it gave him a wanton, bedroom look.
He wiggled his bottom wishing that Helen were there right then to take
him again. As he though about last night s orgasm, he realized that his
nipples were filling with blood and sticking out from his body.
Frankie decided that it was his turn to wake Helen and seek out more sex
before he started his day. He giggled as he slid back under the covers
to wake her up.
This is the end of Chapter Four. To those people who have emailed or
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