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Chapter 16
Frankie sat in the hot bathtub, bubbles everyone, a neat bourbon in hand.
He was trying to escape into a drunken stupor. As he drank, he was
fascinated how his new breasts floated in the water. He toyed with the
nipples, watching them grow hard and erect.
Frankie wanted nothing more than to drink enough to fall sleep, but it
wasn't happening. His mind kept racing, visions of Todd's face kept
scaring him half to death.
Using a washcloth to soap himself everywhere, he found solace in his own
body and the sensitive nerve endings. Since he had started the hormones
and layered off his body hair, he felt like a jungle cat, sleek and
sensitive. He liked the way he felt, he liked himself, he just didn't like
what had happened.
Frankie decided to talk to someone who could relate to his distress. He
climbed out of the tub wrapping a towel around him, dripping along; he
found his phone book and the telephone.
Frankie was pleased to find her number and even more excited when she
actually answered the phone.
"Gwen Bowers."
"Hi, Gwen. It's Frankie. How're you?"
"Great, sweetie. What can I do you out of?"
"I need some advice," Frankie launched into the story of his early evening
joust with Todd. When he finished there was silence on the phone.
"You still there?"
"I'm thinking, honey. Boy, did you fuck up."
Frankie was not pleased to hear Gwen laugh, nor was he happy to hear that
she was holding him responsible for the incident.
"How can you blame me? What did I do wrong?"
"Simple. You never go into a stranger's house. You never agree to get on
your knees, regardless."
Frankie thought it over. "How come he walked out on me and let me leave."
Gwen laughed. "You are so na?ve. It's about power, not sex. Todd fucked
you; he came on your face. He was the A dog and you were nothing. He was
done with you and ashamed of what he did so he walked away. Sounds like an
animal that needs castrating to me."
"How about you? How do you go see strange men all the time? How do you
handle it?
"Well, first thing. I never go alone. I always invite Ralph or Steve to
walk in with me."
"Who are Ralph and Steve?"
"Local bouncers who don't mind making a hundred bucks for a few minutes
work."
"And second, I carry a can of mace."
"Mace?"
"Uh huh. A little spray canister that I keep in a little holster inside my
thigh. I tell my customers it's perfume"
Frankie had to think about that. He knew he should buy the mace but he
didn't know any bouncers. Frankie thanked Gwen politely and agreed to see
her again soon.
Okay, okay, so Todd is history and he's not coming to look for me, Frankie
thought.
As Frankie started feeling the alcohol, he climbed into a cozy bed and
fell asleep. He knew things had to look better in the morning as he fell
asleep.
In the morning, things didn't look any better. He felt sore all over.
Everywhere Todd had grabbed him hurt and looked bruised and swollen. The
inside of his mouth felt raw and his lips were swollen. He took aspirin
and drank a cup of coffee carefully, so as not to hurt his mouth further.
As he moved around, Frankie started to feel better. But he still had pain
in his legs and down in his bottom. He was not used to being used and both
his body and pride still felt bruised. The only consolation was that Todd
hadn't ejaculated in him.
After taking a shower and washing his hair, he set it in large rollers. He
wanted the new color to look pretty when he got dressed and big rollers
would add more bounce and body. After a nice, hot shower, Frankie dried
off and started feeling more human. While he toasted a muffin he thought
about Helen and decided to pay a visit at lunchtime to her in the
hospital. He was familiar enough with her schedule and decided to surprise
her.
Frankie then worked hard to make himself pretty. He dusted himself with
body powder and slipped on a pretty green satin pushup bra and matching
thong. As he moved the pads around, he concentrated on creating as much
cleavage as possible. Then he delicately moved himself around until he
created the smaller bulge at the bottom of the thong.
He chose a thong because he was wearing a new pair of pleated green cotton
pants that fit snuggly around his bottom. He didn't want any panty lines
and knew that this thong left his rear end looking shapely and smooth. The
blouse he chose was white silk and a plain, man tailored look that he
could leave open two buttons revealing his hard won cleavage and the
attractive lace finish on the bra.
He chose a black, two inch wide black leather belt to accent his slimmed
waist that would match his black pumps. Frankie decided to finish his look
with gold bracelets and a set of pearls. He had already put in gold hoop
earrings.
After he brushed out his hair and sprayed it in place lightly, Frankie
worked on his makeup. He didn't need much since the sun was bright in the
sky, but couldn't resist outlining his lips and filling them in with a
deep pink color. He then used a touch of liner over his heavily mascared
eyes.
He caught cab to the hospital and examined himself in his makeup mirror
from his purse. He looked fine, just fine. Hmm, he wondered. If I look
fine, why do I feel like crying?
When he got to the hospital, he asked for Helen. Frankie was told that the
doctor was in the cafeteria having coffee and Frankie took an elevator
down to see if he could find her.
He could recognize Helen from across the large room and as he walked over,
his high heels clicked on the tile floor. As he came abreast of her,
Frankie called her name.
When Helen turned, Frankie got a shock. As she turned and smiled, Frankie
looked over and saw that she was holding hands with the man she was
sitting with.
Frankie's mind started to race. Caught, I caught her with someone else!
Helen smiled and lifted her hand slowly from the man's hand still
stretched out on the tabletop. Neither of them looked guilty, almost as if
they held hands all the time. Oh, my gosh, Frankie thought. Are they
lovers?
Frankie tried to smile. He had called to Helen and walked over. Since he
was the interrupter, he tried to look cool and collected. He held out his
hand to the strange man in the doctor's coat and surgical scrubs. "Hi, I'm
Frankie." He looked at his wife and turned to give her a kiss. "Hi Helen.
I thought I'd stop by and see if you wanted to have breakfast, but I guess
I'm too late. I see you already have someone to eat with."
"Frankie, this is Alan Peterson. We work together in the hospital."
Alan stood up. "It's nice to meet you. I've heard a lot about you. Why
don't you join us?'
Frankie started stepping backwards. "No, I'll leave you two to your
business. I can see that I'm interrupting. It was nice to meet you, Alan.
Maybe I'll see you another time. Bye, Helen.
Frankie turned and walked away. His stomach was tilting and he hoped he
could make it out of the room before he started crying. He had caught his
wife with another man and she was as casual as can be about it. Frankie
wanted to sob but decided that was not the way he wanted it to happen. He
just kept walking, concentrating on his high heels on the tile floor and
the noise they made.
As he stepped into the elevator, he saw Helen hurrying to catch him before
the doors closed. He wanted to watch them close on her, but instead hit
the hold button with a pink fingernail.
Helen looked angry as she stepped in. "What was that about? Why are you
leaving?"
"I didn't want to interrupt your conversation with your boy friend."
"Boy friend? What are you talking about?"
"I saw you holding hands."
"Yes, you did. I placed my hand on his out of sympathy. He just finished
telling me that his wife was diagnosed with cancer."
"Oh. I thought?"
"I know what you thought and it was wrong. You walk in and then you walk
out. How do I explain your behavior?"
"Well, I wasn't thinking. I was hoping to join you for breakfast and I
never thought you'd be with someone."
Helen pressed the close button and chose floor number six. As the door
closed, she turned to Frankie. "Speaking of being with someone, you rushed
right out to be with some one when you found out it was my weekend here.
How do you think that made me feel?"
Frankie shook his head. "I didn't think."
"And you certainly didn't think when you walked into Todd's arms last
night, did you?"
"How did you know?" Frankie panicked. "Oh, you talked to Gwen."
"She called me after you hung up. She said you sounded drunk and
hysterical. She wanted me to go over and comfort you. I told her that you
needed to work things out by yourself."
Frankie starred at Helen. "I fucked up."
Helen nodded. "Uh huh. You're lucky he didn't smash your face when he
finished cuming on you. We get a lot of hookers in here who've been beat
up and I've seen a lot worse than you can imagine."
"I'm sorry."
"Yeah. Well, you'd better start showing all that genius of yours before
you end up hurt. I'm surprised at you, Frankie."
Frankie was going to say something but the elevator stopped and Helen went
to get out. "I'll do better, I will."
"I'll be home on Sunday afternoon and I hope you're in one piece for me."
They kissed and Frankie rode the elevator down to the lobby.
It really wasn't going well. Frankie decided to take a walk and see if he
could figure out what he should be doing.
As he walked, he noticed the shops hadn't even opened yet. It was only
9:30 am and in New York nothing opened before 10 or 11 am. Frankie wished
that he still exercised. He could be out for a run right now burning off
some energy and feeling better about things. But exercise meant muscles
and girls didn't have muscles.
Frankie missed a lot of things about his old life like running and well,
hard-ons. Sure, he didn't miss the agitation running through his body that
the testosterone caused, but he missed the occasional stiffie when he saw
a pretty girl or got a sexual thought. Frankie missed some of that.
But, as he walked, a little dress boutique was opening their doors and
Frankie quickly regrouped and went inside to shop. After all, he needed
all sorts of clothes if they were going to stay out on the Hamptons for
the summer.
Two hours later, Frankie was unloading the taxi of all his purchases. As
he turned to his steps, he was surprised to see Bruce sitting there. When
the man spotted Frankie, he moved to help him with his packages.
After Frankie paid the cabby, Bruce tried to kiss Frankie and hold him in
his arms.
Frankie pushed him away. "No, not today. Not after last night. I've had my
fill of men for awhile, even you."
"Frankie, I rode the red-eye from the coast all night and crashed. And
when I woke up, I talked to Todd and he admitted what he did with you last
night. As soon as I heard I came right over. I couldn't spend another
minute in the same apartment with him and wanted to be with you. I am so
sorry.
Frankie stood his ground. It would have been so easy to run to Bruce after
everything had happened. But, after worrying about Helen being with that
doctor this morning and after the stupid things he did last night, Frankie
decided to stop being so impulsive.
"It's okay, Bruce. Last night was my fault. I should have handled Todd and
said no. I chose to play helpless instead. That was stupid on my part and
I am sorry too. But, this morning, while it's good to see you, it's not
the right time. Today, I am going to gather up my packages and then take a
run in the park after lunch. By myself. And then I'm going to clean the
house and look forward to seeing Helen tomorrow."
"If Helen isn't home for tonight, do you think you'd like to go out for
dinner tonight?"
"Thanks, Bruce, but I need to do some work on my book and I need to spend
some time thinking. Bye"
Frankie watched Bruce hail a cab through the entrance hall curtains. He
locked the door and started to think about what he could make for lunch.
He felt the tear roll down his cheek as he walked towards the kitchen.
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