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Summer Experiment
Chapter 15
Frankie was excited when the salon said they could fit him in. He was
feeling no pain when he stepped out of the shower squeaky clean. He had
enjoyed his lovemaking with Helen and it left him energized and happy. His
new curves felt great and all the surgical procedures were behind him.
There was nothing but happiness to look forward to as the summer unfolded.
He rubbed moisturizer over his legs and arms, then went through his ritual
that Helen had showed him spraying perfume in the air and walking through.
It would leave him smelling pretty without the overwhelming smell of
scent. Afterwards, he began to pick out his outfit.
He planned to go directly from the salon to Bruce's house hoping to
surprise him. He wanted to see the man even though he had not heard from
him since their last rendezvous. That was okay, he rationalized. Bruce had
a boyfriend in Todd and since Frankie was married, he figured that their
occasional getting together was friendship and not love. But, he wanted to
share his happiness with the only man he had ever been with.
Frankie carefully picked out a new bra that he had purchased from the mall
last week in anticipation of his surgery. He had never spent the money on
a push-up bra because in the past, his silicon forms weren't for display.
Now that he had added a half-cup size with collagen, he wanted to see what
it would look like. He unwrapped the pretty white satin bra and slipped in
around his waist. Dipping his small breasts down and in the cups, he drew
it up and after getting adjusted, fastened the front enclosure.
Then the work began. The bra was fitted with strategically located padding
that lifted up his new cleavage pushing his bosom up and in towards the
center of his chest. After tugging and checking the mirror several times,
Frankie was satisfied. He liked the results even thought the bra wasn't
the most comfortable one he could have chosen.
He stared at his chest in amazement. With the satin bra pushing him up and
in, he did look like he had a larger cup size than he actually had. And
Frankie loved the way the satin and lace bra looked again his thin chest.
Impulsively, Frankie got out a pair of bottles from the closet. The first
bottle was a Fleets rectal cleaner he had purchased from the pharmacy.
Shaking up the container, he bent over on his hands and knees and inserted
the nozzle into his bottom. He slowly squeezed it out inside himself and
then sat down holding the liquid inside.
After he was able to relax a bit, Frankie brushed his hair and put on a
bit of daytime makeup. After all, he was going to get his hair done so he
didn't need to wear very much right now. Before he visited Bruce, he'd
redo it.
As he was outlining his eyes with mascara, Frankie felt the rumblings in
his belly. Almost he thought. By the time he was applying lipstick, he
knew it was time and he hurried in to the bathroom to use the toilet.
After he had emptied himself completely, he got out a second bottle from
the closet. This was a premeasured douche that he inserted it in his
bottom. Taking a deep breath, Frankie squeezed the container out
completely inside himself. He held it in as long as he could then released
the perfumed liquid back out again.
Frankie wanted to be as clean and fresh as can be just in case Bruce was
interested. After lovemaking this morning, it was all Frankie could think
about. Gosh, I am acting like a lovesick girl, he thought.
Standing in his bra and matching white panties, Frankie checked himself
out. He reached for a yellow cotton top that hugged his body. It had
little capped sleeves and was cut low in the front. As he pulled it on,
Frankie felt a tingle through his body. Standing in front of the mirror,
he was pleased to see that his new breasts showed off beautifully in the
top. He leaned forward and was rewarded to see flesh and white lace. Wow,
he thought. Checking out his flat tummy, Frankie wondered what a pierced
navel would look like.
Frankie selected a denim skirt. As he pulled it on, he was happy to see
that it hugged his newly enhanced hips and bottom. He fastened it
carefully and spun around vamping in the mirror. He looked more like a
runway model than a curvaceous bimbo, but at 5'8" and 120 pounds, he was
not complaining. The doctor had been right. He had to work with what he
had and not dream about being anymore than that. Maybe someday, he
thought. Maybe if I were to continue taking hormones forever, I'd be
curvier.
Frankie knew he'd save those thoughts for another day as he slipped into a
pair of high-heeled open toed sandals. No need for stockings on a
beautiful warm day.
Frankie finished his ensemble by grabbing his denim jacket and picking up
his handbag and keys, he exited the house. He was only a short distance
from the salon and he thought he'd walk.
This was his first time out since the surgery almost a week ago and
Frankie was excited. In the back of his mind, he toyed with lots of
scenarios. Since Helen would be gone most of the weekend at the hospital,
Frankie was alone and free to do what he wanted. All he could think about
was Bruce and the potential of what they might do together.
Frankie entered the salon and hung up his coat. The girl behind the desk
took his handbag and locked it away before she led him to the chair.
Frankie closed his eyes and enjoyed the sensation of the warm water in his
hair. As the wash girl shampooed him carefully, he had one ear open for
her conversation but his mind was elsewhere.
Yes, he wanted new nails and yes he wanted his eyebrows waxed and yes he
wanted blonde frosting. He was given a glass of white wine and while
Frankie relaxed the worker bees buzzed around the new queen.
An hour later, Frankie sat with a plastic wrap on his hair while the new
color was processing. He watched as the pretty Vietnamese girl carefully
did one nail at a time. With one hand holding his wine glass, he watched
as she expertly transformed his plain hand into something elegant. It's
just like me. I've been transformed from a plain old guy to a beautiful
woman.
When both hands had new nails and deep rich polish drying, Frankie had to
set down his wine glass. It's just as well, he thought. I don't want to be
tipsy.
Frankie was helped to another chair and faced up to the part he disliked.
He had never enjoyed waxing and knew it was a necessary evil of being
pretty. Little by little, he felt the hot wax applied and then the sharp
pull of the hairs being plucked. When it was over, he was rewarded with
beautiful thin arching brows that looked right at home on his newly
feminized face.
Frankie agreed that it looked just fine and was led over to have the
chemical process of color removal stopped. As they put the second lotion
in his hair to stop the bleaching, Frankie was leaned back and was handed
another glass of wine. What was that, he thought? Three glasses or four?
It really didn't matter because he was feeling no pain.
He must have fallen asleep, because he woke with a start and a headache as
the technician was clipping off the dead ends of his newly frosted hair.
He watched as she expertly brushed it into place.
"You look wonderful, Frankie. You really do. Between your blue eyes and
all this blonde hair, you look great. This is your color."
Frankie smiled at the beautiful young lady looking back at him. It was
amazing. Between the collagen and the new hair color, he didn't look
anything like he had a year ago before having his nose done. "You did a
great job."
Before he got out of the chair, the tech insisted that he try some new
makeup colors for his ash blonde look. Frankie knew this meant spending
more money, but he was flush with newfound cash since his book had sold to
a large publishing house right there in the city.
Before long, Frankie's newly collagened lips were crimson and his eyelids
were rich with color. Frankie also had a glass of champagne and two
aspirins to celebrate.
After getting his pocketbook back from the receptionist, paying his bill,
and tipping everyone, Frankie was ready to see if Bruce was home. He had
not thought out what would happen if he wasn't home. Frankie was not ready
to cruise a bar but in the back of his mind, he thought about calling up
Mary or maybe even Gwen. He'd wait and see.
Catching a cab on a Friday afternoon and riding it downtown gave him a
chance to sober up and reflect on weekend possibilities. He rarely had a
weekend to himself and with all his interviews done, all that was left of
the book were the many rewrites. With almost eight months of work on the
effort, MetroSexuals to Transsexuals was starting to steer itself at this
point. But like any large effort, Frankie had to continue to work, one
page at a time to see it to completion. It was not his first published
effort, but with its early acceptance and potential as a best seller
threatened to change his life.
That's ironic, he thought. At this point, what could possibly change his
life more than this? A year ago, he was a part time cross dresser and now,
with Helen's loving encouragement, he was going to spend the entire summer
living full time as a woman.
Paying the cabbie, Frankie carefully climbed out of the cab keeping his
skirt from riding up. Knowing the Middle Eastern man got a show of thigh
as he slid out, he wondered how the guy survived in a country where women
showed off their flesh. Not his problem, Frankie thought as he pushed
through the vestibule to Bruce's place.
He rang the buzzer. This was his first time here and he hoped with all his
heart that his effort was going to pay off. When a voice asked who was it,
Frankie's heart leaped out of his chest.
"It's Frankie, Bruce. I was in the neighborhood and thought..." Before he
could finish, the buzzer cut him off and he pushed open the heavy door.
Riding the elevator up to the third floor, Frankie was excited. He was
thankful that he had drunk the wine because it relaxed him. He didn't want
to think about what he was doing, he just wanted to see it through. After
all, isn't this what a woman would do?
Frankie was surprised when Todd opened the door. He had expected Bruce and
was momentarily taken aback when he came face to face with Bruce's lover.
"Uh, hi." Frankie felt lame appearing at the man's door. They had met once
and had both been stoned. "Remember me? I was in the neighborhood and
thought I'd drop by and say hello."
Todd turned and walked back into the dimly lit apartment. Frankie decided
that this was his invitation to enter even though nothing had been said.
He followed carefully. The place was clean and nicely decorated, but it
was dark and hard to see everything.
Following Todd, Frankie found himself in the living room of a generous
sized Manhattan apartment. Todd turned the sound down on the big screen
television and pointed to a place next to him on the couch. As Frankie sat
down, he noticed the drugs on the coffee table. It was obvious that Todd
was high.
Todd relit the pipe and toked deeply on the pot in the bowl. After taking
a hit, he offered it to Frankie. Frankie took one hit of the strong herb
and then waved off any more. He wanted to be polite but not stoned.
After a few minutes of getting higher, Todd seemed satisfied and turned to
Frankie,
"Hey, how ya doin? Bruce is in California this week on business and won't
be home until Sunday afternoon. He has a lot of new clients thanks to you
and that cocktail party back at Christmas so he's jetting all over the
place leaving me behind."
Frankie smiled. He really didn't know Todd and wasn't too comfortable
making small talk.
"I was just in the area and thought I'd drop by. I can leave if you'd
like."
"Nah, it's cool. I was just going to get wasted and then hit the sack.
Long week, you know." Todd squinted at Frankie. "You look different from
the last time. You sound different, too."
Frankie wasn't anxious to tell Todd his life story. He didn't want to talk
about the collagen or how the doctor had adjusted his vocal chords, so he
just shrugged and smiled.
Todd seemed to be fine with the shrug. "Yeah, man. You really fucked up
our relationship there for a while. You were all that Bruce could think
about but he was cool about it after a while. After all, you're married
and everything and eventually, he realized that you didn't want to be a
guy anymore and I don't think he wanted sex with a woman."
Frankie wanted to argue the point but decided it wasn't worth it. He
smiled. "I had a really nice night in your limo that night. It was fun."
Frankie wondered if Bruce had told Todd about dropping by and fooling
around at Frankie's house that day.
"Yeah, well, I'm sure you did. I was surprised when Bruce was attracted to
you. He doesn't seem that interested in twinkies much."
"Twinkies?" Frankie hadn't heard that one before.
"You know, fairies, femmy guys like you."
"Oh."
"Yeah, for a while there, I thought I was going to lose him. But I bitch-
slapped him back to reality." Todd laughed.
Frankie was seeing another side of this man, feral, mean spirited. He
decided he wanted to leave. As he stood up, Todd grabbed his wrist.
"Hey, where you goin'?"
Frankie was shocked that Todd was griping his wrist so forcefully. As he
tried to pull away, he realized it was futile. "I was going to leave. I
didn't want to disturb your evening."
"Nah, you're not disturbing anything. Don't be rude by running off. C'mon
and take another hit."
Frankie figured maybe if Todd got higher he'd get mellow, so Frankie
agreed to another hit. As he watched Todd take three hits for his one,
Frankie's mind raced. I want to get out of here, he thought. This is not
good.
Frankie watched in horror as Todd opened a plastic container and shook out
white powder onto a mirror lying on the table. Watching as he used a razor
blade to crush the powder into tiny lines, Frankie was petrified. He had
never seen drug use before and this was starting to have all the signs of
a bad evening.
As he started to rise, Todd turned and stared. "C'mon, you don't want to
leave just yet. We haven't started to party yet. Hey, you owe me one
anyway."
Frankie froze. He didn't want to stay and yet, he didn't want to make this
large man angry either. "Owe you one?"
Todd sniffed up the two lines, one into each nostril using a straw. After
that, he grinned, pulling Frankie back on the couch. "Yeah. You sucked off
Bruce. Don't you think you owe me one?'
Frankie was turning red with embarrassment. Todd was still holding his
wrist and it was starting to hurt. Frankie realized that Todd did know all
about that day with Bruce! "What?"
"Yeah, Bruce told me how he went over your place and you gave him a hand
job and then blew him. I think the least you can do is show me the same
courtesy you did for my boyfriend."
Frankie wanted to run away. He knew he was treading on dangerous ground
here and needed to think. Unfortunately, he wasn't thinking real clearly
and well, he thought that maybe if he did what Todd wanted, he'd be done
with him and let him go.
"Okay," Frankie found himself saying. "But then I have to go."
Todd nodded and grinned. "Yeah, baby. Bring those sweet lips of yours over
here and look what I have for you."
Frankie watched as Todd pulled off his pants. He wasn't wearing underwear
and his member was already hard. As Todd stroked himself, he looked over
to Frankie. Using his feet, Todd pushed the coffee table away and
indicated that Frankie should do it right here.
Frankie got on his knees in front of the man and wet his hand. Maybe I can
just manipulate him into cuming and that will be it, he thought. Frankie
grabbed Todd's cock and began to rub it. He licked his hand and tried to
jerk him off quickly.
"Yeah, that's it. Now, your mouth, baby. I want to see those cocksucker
lips of your sucking my hard dick."
Frankie looked up into his eyes. He resigned himself to what he had to do
and took him in his mouth. As he did, Todd forcefully grabbed Frankie's
hair and head and pushed him down. Trying not to gag, Frankie complied
rather than receive any more abuse.
Frankie felt the tears pooling in his eyes. This was a nightmare and his
body was shaking with fear and frustration. He wanted this to all be over
and figured the sooner the better. He sucked and licked and increased his
tempo hoping the man would cum and let him loose.
After a few minutes, Todd was moaning and Frankie was hoping it would be
done soon. He was humiliated by this experience and it was physically
punishing. His knees hurt and the inside of his mouth was rubbed raw. He
had come close to choking several times and each time; Todd had been more
forceful with his grip on Frankie's head and hair.
Suddenly, Todd was pulling Frankie off his cock and turning him away.
Before Frankie could utter a word, he found himself spun around and pushed
to the ground. With one powerful hand, Todd pulled back Frankie's skirt
and ripped his panties aside.
Before Frankie could utter a cry of protest, Todd's wet member was forcing
itself into Frankie's bottom.
Pushed to the floor face down, Frankie moaned and cried out. He found the
words. "Stop it, Todd. Stop it now. I don't want this."
"Yeah, that's it, baby. Let's hear you scream out. C'mon. You even sound
like a woman now. And you got a great ass, too."
Frankie was horrified at what was happening. Todd was pumping Frankie
deep, tearing him up, causing pain to run through his entire body. As
Frankie tried to struggle, Todd pushed him further into the carpet,
fucking him, violating him.
As quickly as it started, suddenly, Todd pulled out and turned Frankie
over. Frankie looked through tear filled eyes as the man stood over his
disheveled form. Frankie watched in horror and Todd stroked himself until
a stream of jism flew out onto Frankie's face mixing with the tears that
were cascading down his cheeks.
Without another word, Todd walked away towards the back of the apartment,
leaving Frankie behind.
Without any hesitation, Frankie pulled up his skirt, grabbed up his
handbag, and his coat. He fled out the door and down the fire stairs.
Halfway down, he stopped and fell to his knees. He gagged several times
and threw up the wine.
Wiping his mouth on his jacket sleeve, he stood, still crying. Frankie
stumbled down the rest of the stairs and out into the cool night air of
the city.
On shaky legs, Frankie searched to find a cab. All he wanted to do was go
home.
This is the end of Chapter Fifteen. To those people who have emailed or
written constructive criticism, thank you very much. It means a lot to
know someone is reading. All criticism is appreciated. It only helps me
strive to do better. Thanks
Tamera
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