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Summer Experiment
Chapter 19
Helen had made a good suggestion when she said that Frankie find some new
girl friends to go clubbing with. It was a challenge that he approached
in the same way he thought and taught.
Sitting out on the deck in a newly purchased bikini and a terry cloth
wrap, Frankie made a list. The bikini was his first two-piece and was
surprisingly much more comfortable that the one-piece suits he had
purchased earlier. I guess I'm getting used to wearing less in the warm
weather, he thought. The pretty blue shiny suit kept him tucked in and
while he showed a lot of skin, was still no more exposing than his
underwear. The one concern was that when he went to try it on in the
store, his cup size seemed to be growing which shouldn't have been
happening. The doctor had said that the collagen was going to dissipate
into his body and eventually he'd be left with nothing but his own
natural resources. The sales person had said that all manufacturers
products differed and while he still could have been an A cup, some ran
small forcing Frankie to purchase a B cup product.
Frankie sat there sipping his coffee and enjoying the sun on his body. He
removed his wrap and lay down on his back while he worked on another
chapter. Then, impulsively, he removed his top. No tan lines.
Lying there on his back, Frankie realized that the back of Helen's family
cottage was invisible to any neighbors. Frankie slid out of the bottom of
the bikini. He opened the bottle of sunscreen and applied some all over
his body. Then he lay there naked. He closed his eyes as his hands ran
all over his warming skin trying to imagine someone there with him,
stroking him and making love. That's not going to happen, he muttered.
He thought about the shops he had been in during the past ten days and
tried to picture the shop girls who had waited on him. He decided to
approach a couple of girls later that day and see if they were into going
to the clubs.
After a few hours of working on his book, Frankie made himself a salad
and took a shower. Washing off the sunscreen, he scrubbed his newly
enhanced body with pleasure. I'm going to miss the sleekness of being
hair free and having curves, he thought. He knew that going off the
testosterone blockers would eventually overpower the collagen implants
and his vocal chords tightening, returning him to his male self. He
sighed out loud at the thought.
The breeze was coming off the ocean that afternoon, so Frankie chose to
ensemble with a light green cotton blazer. He chose a thin white
sleeveless top that clung to his body. Since he was wearing the blazer,
he decided to go braless giving him a sexy feeling. He knew he'd keep the
jacket on or else he'd expose his nipples pressing against the thin,
white top. One air-conditioned store and they'd grow huge and hard
pushing against the material. They were so sensitive. But no one is going
to see my breasts, he thought.
He chose a pair of Capri pants in a contrasting green and a nice pair of
sandals with two-inch heels. All he wore underneath was a plain white
thong. The Capri's were tight across his backside. Frankie rarely wore
pants, preferring skirts and dresses, but he knew the pants emphasized
his curvy bottom and trim waist. He chose the low heels for a reason. I'm
going to be walking a lot this afternoon on a mission, he mused. I don't
want blisters. Searching for new friends, he mentally titled this
adventure.
Frankie walked into town and revisited the women who had waited on him in
the shops. He was surprised when it was so easy. Frankie hadn't much
experience in approaching new people and he had not thought about making
new friends, especially girl friends, since getting married. And the
truth be known, he wasn't much of a dater even then because his ?hobby'
of cross-dressing was a lonely lifestyle. So when the first couple of
girls readily agreed to include him in their group, he was thrilled. One
new friend named Susan even said she'd call him up and even give him a
ride when Frankie admitted he was from the city and didn't do much
driving.
Frankie enjoyed the release of dancing whether he had a partner or not.
Most of the clubs were full of young people his age out for a good time
and Frankie loved it when the music and the heat of the people dancing
consumed him. He rarely drank, preferring to get high on the excitement
of the evening.
After returning to his cottage, he ate a light meal and undressed and got
in bed. He wanted to rest until evening so he'd have energy to dance the
night away. Frankie woke from his nap at ten o'clock that night to shower
and get dressed. He was excited about going and picked out a sexy outfit.
Frankie put on a pair of high cut French bikinis that would safely keep
him tucked back and between his legs. He had a matching push-up bra to go
with the panties and was surprised when he pulled it up and fastened it
in the front. He literally was falling out of the demi-bra. It was almost
as if he had grown a half cup size overnight. He checked the tag and it
said A cup. ?Whatever' he thought and removed the push up inserts,
surprised to see that he still have the cleavage without the padding.
The dress was form fitting and made Frankie proud that he had his worked
his body into such good shape. It was emerald green outfit made by
Danskin and had enough lycra in the blend to hug his bodice like a
bathing suit. The little spaghetti straps and plunging neckline were
perfect for the workout he was looking forward to on the dance floor. The
little pleated skirt came halfway down his thigh. With his stiletto heels
on, he knew he looked outstanding.
Frankie pulled his hair up in a high ponytail and slipped in the large
gold hoop earrings. After spraying his perfume in the air and walking
through it, he sat down to work on his makeup. He was looking forward to
the evening of clubbing and loved the idea of working on his ?night-time'
look.
Frankie used a lot more mascara and eyeliner since he was going to a
dimly lit dance club. He brushed color over his eyelids until he achieved
a smoky, sexy look with his eyes. He chose a plum colored lip liner and
filled in his lips with a lighter shade of plum. He wanted to look sexy
tonight.
He was admiring himself when he heard the car horn beep.
One of the girls, Susan, who offered to give him a ride, was picking him
up. When Frankie climbed into the back seat next to another new young
woman, she handed him a joint. Frankie loved to get high but sometimes
being stoned was dangerous. He knew he lost some of his inhibitions when
he was high.
Frankie took a hit and passed it on and by the time the joint was gone,
they had arrived at the club. The girls piled out and were immediately
whisked into the club by the doorman who always brought beautiful women
straight in. Women were at a premium at clubs on a weeknight.
Ashley, who had walked next to Frankie, whispered in his ear, "My goal
tonight is to drink for free and let the cutest guy take me home and fuck
me all night."
Frankie laughed out loud. He had never heard a woman say something like
that and wondered if he wasn't in some sort of a comic novel written by a
horny teenager. Frankie whispered, "I just want to dance all night. I'll
let you have all the cute guys for yourself."
Susan grabbed Frankie's hand. "Come dance with me. You're going to be my
best friend tonight."
Susan led Frankie through the mob and onto the dance floor. As they
started dancing together, she kissed Frankie on the mouth. "You are cute.
I'm glad you asked me out."
Frankie decided not to argue with her. He was high from the pot and so he
kissed her back while they danced to the music. He hadn't had anyone to
kiss for days and the feel of the soft woman holding him made him feel
right at home.
Frankie had been to enough clubs to know that straight women danced with
each other in clubs. He knew that this girl Susan was probably as
straight and innocent as can be and their initial embrace was just to
celebrate their new friendship. He thought that until Susan slide her leg
between Frankie's legs and started to grind her thigh against his pelvis.
After a reasonable time, Susan took Frankie's hand and led him off the
floor. They marched up to the bar and Susan waved to catch the
bartender's eye. Frankie was given a glass filled with ice and something
dark. He took a sip. It was sweet and cold and felt good as he started to
drink it down.
"Long Island Iced Tea." Susan toasted him and gave him another kiss.
"Just alcohol, honey, so drink it slowly unless you want to be rocked
tonight."
"It's pretty tasty."
"So are you, Frankie." Susan went to kiss him again.
Frankie held her off and smiled. When he saw that Susan was disappointed
in his rejection, he laughed and kissed her.
"You tease." Susan said and took his hand leading him to a quiet spot on
a balcony outside the club. "You're pretty cute."
Frankie didn't want to get involved in a lesbian affair; actually he
didn't want an affair at all. He just wanted to dance, but he didn't know
how to stop what was happening. "I like you, but this is all too quick. I
was just hoping we could be friends, not lovers," he said.
Susan looked at Frankie and kissed him again. She shrugged. "I was afraid
you were too good to be true. Why is it all the pretty ones are
straight?"
Frankie giggled. If she only knew.
Susan was a good friend the rest of the night. They danced together and
each took turns dancing with others. At two in the morning, Susan pulled
out the keys to her car and drove the whole bunch of them home.
Frankie fell asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow.
The next morning was a little tough. He woke to the sound of the phone.
It was his surgeon's office telling him that his surgical photo shoot had
been moved up for tomorrow and would that be all right? In his sleepy
state Frankie gave the directions and agreed. Tomorrow?
As the phone call ended there was a persistent knock on the door. When
Frankie opened it, he was surprised to greet a deliveryman holding a
long, white box. As he took the large cardboard box from the man's hands,
he realized he was giving him quite a show. Frankie was wearing his
bikini underpants from the night before and a tiny tee shirt that did
nothing to hide his breasts that were pushing against the material. The
breeze off the ocean had made his nipples push hard against the thin
material.
Frankie thanked the man and took the box back inside to open it.
The card with the red roses simply said, "I knew your address but not
your phone number. How can I ask you out again?" It was signed Alex and
his phone numbers were written below.
Frankie decided to exercise through his hangover. He was a little fuzzy
from last night's partying. He dug out some running clothes. He wore a
sports bra and running pants with a built in panty. He grabbed a pair of
tight shorts and a brief top. Pulling his hair back and slipping on socks
and sneaks, Frankie ran along the road and the ocean.
Frankie was having a slow comeback from not running for the past six
months. The real problem in trying to come back to running was his
stamina. He figured you couldn't loose thirty pounds and expect to still
run hard for miles. He paced himself and tried to run for an hour.
Hot and sweaty, he hit the shower upon return. After drying himself off,
he slipped on a bathing suit and was surprised that it was snug on the
top, too. He decided to mention this to Helen when he talked to her that
morning. He decided that maybe he'd stop taking the estrogen, too. It
couldn't hurt to be chemical free for the rest of the summer.
As he sat there contemplating his growing breasts, he thought about Alex
and what he should do. He liked the man but wasn't ready for another guy
in his life after the disaster he had made of Todd and Bruce.
Frankie sighed. Helen would know the answers. He checked the clock. She'd
be up and in her office by now, drinking a cup of coffee and working
through her paper work just like she did every day. Frankie looked
forward to their daily talk and missed her a lot.
He was disappointed when the phone rang and finally jumped to the
answering service. He told the girl that he was calling and she said that
the doctor wasn't in yet. That's strange, Frankie thought. Helen rarely
left the service to answer her calls and she knew he'd be calling. That's
strange, he thought. She's always home at this time of the morning. I
wonder where she could be?
Frankie's mind raced through the possibilities. She might have had an
emergency at the hospital and slept there last night. Or maybe, she had a
late night and slept in. If so, she was still asleep and hadn't notified
her service yet.
Frustrated, Frankie hung up the phone. That was so unlike Helen.
Dear Readers,
Here's an opportunity for you to help me. I never thought this story
would run for nineteen chapters and I am nowhere near done yet. While I
am outlining Chapter 20, I have to admit I have been writing this story
as much for the reader as I have for my own pleasure.
I have a few twists and turns in mind for Frankie, Helen, some of the old
characters, and a few new ones, but I would love to hear from you on
where you would like to see Frankie end up when school starts in
September.
Tell me what you think about how the experiment should end. Tell me what
you would like to see and then give me a chance to work it out. I do know
the story runs it's course and ends in Chapter Twenty-Five on Oprah's
show but your wishes are my desires.
Thanks.
Myra
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