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Summer Experiment
Chapter 20
The morning seemed to go like molasses. Frankie stared at the phone
wishing it would ring. He paced the floor still in his underpants and
little tee. He was frustrated. Helen hadn't answered the phone. Helen
wasn't home. His mind was racing and he had trouble concentrating on
anything.
His first thought was that she was at the hospital. But it wasn't a
weekend and unless it was an emergency, she never spent the night. He
tried to imagine where she was. Was she with that doctor who she had been
with that morning, sitting so close, holding his hand, maybe it was him.
Frankie was so frustrated; he couldn't even remember the older man's
name.
Was that his Volvo she drove out to the Hamptons? Was she conspiring to
leave him? What was going on? It was so unlike Helen. They talked every
day. Was she creating a situation that was going to leave him high and
dry? Someone once said that she was so nice because she was looking for
grounds for a divorce and Frankie remembered discounting that. He
remembered it was his dean who had brought that up.
At this point, Frankie was beside himself with all sorts of visions of
Helen in bed with a man leaving Frankie behind, helpless, impotent,
lonely, alone. Oh, it was not where he wanted to be.
He wanted to call the hospital and decided not to. It was not going to be
his problem and he wasn't going to create some melodrama over one or two
missed phone calls. They talked every day. If Helen wanted another
partner in a relationship, all she had to do was ask. There were no kids,
no strings, no ties and Frankie loved her too much to see her unhappy.
Despondent, Frankie decided to get a shower and try again afterwards. By
the time Frankie dried off and applied sun block and moisturizer, thirty
minutes had gone by. He decided to wear his new bikini.
As he stood there, phone in hand, adjusting the straps, Helen was
answering the phone. He sighed. He had been consumed with worry that
something had happened to her.
Their talk was brief and to the point.
"I called earlier and was surprised when you didn't answer. Is anything
the matter?"
"No, honey. I overslept. I turned the phone off when I went to bed. I'm
sorry."
"When you didn't answer this morning, I was lost. Honestly, Helen, I
don't know what I'd do without you. I miss you."
"I miss you too, baby. I really do. But, you shouldn't worry. I was just
out late and slept in. I turned the phone off in my bedroom since I
wasn't on call for emergencies."
"Out late?"
"Yeah, I went out to dinner with some other doctors and we closed down
the restaurant talking and drinking. It' a good thing no one is operating
this morning."
"Anyone I know?"
"Hmm, let me think. No, just a few of the doctors and nurses. No one I
can think of."
Frankie wanted to ask if one of the doctors was the one he had seen her
with, but he decided that there was no reason to sound jealous long
distance. There wasn't anything he could do about it anyway. He certainly
wasn't in a position to criticize since he was seeing other people too
and partying the night away each night.
Frankie did tell Helen about his growing breasts and how he was concerned
that they seemed to be larger than when he bought the bathing suits only
a month ago.
Helen asked Frankie a series of questions about whether his breasts were
sore or they felt hot under the skin. After determining that he didn't
have an infection, Helen agreed that stopping the estrogen wouldn't hurt
him and she told him that she'd give him a check up when she came out to
visit in a couple of weeks.
Frankie was distraught when he heard that he'd be alone for that long but
didn't like to see himself whining so he kept his feelings to himself. He
felt like there was a wedge being driven into their relationship. He said
something about missing her and the weeks apart were growing too long.
Helen reminded him that Mary would be out to keep him company next week
and before he knew it, Helen would be out there soon.
Frankie was feeling down about their relationship and was tempted to tell
Helen that he was coming into New York to see her, but he didn't want to
sound like a child. The phone call ended on a down note with Frankie left
wondering where they stood. He was upset and wishing that Helen had
answered on the first ring. For all he knew, she might not be telling him
the truth.
Helen reminded him of the photo shoot and Frankie decided to get some sun
on his body to erase any tan lines that had formed from his swimsuits. He
grabbed up a cotton wrap and went out to the deck. After starting up his
laptop, he removed the robe and lay on the padded chaise. He unclipped
his top and let it fall. He lifted his breasts up to the sun, marveling
at how full they felt.
His nipples responded to his touch and Frankie used his long nails to
gently brush them until they stood out stiff. He wet a finger and
stimulated one. It felt good and Frankie closed his eyes and made a
circular motion imagining someone else kissing his breast. He shuddered
with delight.
Gosh, I'm such a slut. I've gone from lonely to wanton in three minutes
flat. Laughing, he stood and slipped his brief bikini bottom off and
watched it drop to the deck next to his top. Standing naked, he spread
his legs and felt the warmth of the sun on his exposed body.
Rubbing his body with more sun block, he touched his genitals with the
slippery lotion. He stretched his penis out and cupped his balls as he
spread cream on them. All that stimulation did nothing to them. No
response. Nothing. Frankie was worried that maybe he had gone to long
with the hormone blockers and made himself impotent forever. After a
while, he felt the blood rushing to his small penis and was happy to see
it filling with blood and taking on some definition. Regardless of how
much he touched it, there was no excitement from touching himself.
With his hands still lubricated, he ventured between his legs and into
his bottom with one finger. He was surprised how erotic it felt to probe
himself. He realized that his penis was getting more erect from the anal
stimulation. What has happened to my sexual response, he thought. Is this
what happens to transsexuals? He had never gone that far in his
interviews and thought about calling Gwen up and asking her. She knew
everything about sex. And Frankie chuckled at how little he knew.
As he pulled out his finger and cleaned it off on a towel, he touched his
shrunken genitals bobbing between his legs. No more chemicals in my body
anymore, and you boys should be back in business soon, he thought.
Settling in on the recliner, Frankie turned his attention to his book. He
was pleased the way the book was coming. He and the editor in New York
had been sending attachments back and forth daily and she had made very
few suggestions or many changes. She had told him that it was perfect,
very ready, she had said. Frankie was working on the ending already and
it looked like the publishing date would be moved up to Labor Day,
positioned to be on sale when the New York crowd would be returning to
the City.
Frankie's editor was extremely encouraging and felt that he had a best
selling book on his hands. She said it was going to be the talk of the
town and everyone would be giving it as a Christmas present. Frankie
laughed when he heard that, trying to imagine his sociological text under
everyone's tree.
He worked on the book and was amazed how the time flew. He had to remind
himself to turn over occasionally so that he got an even tan all over his
body.
Feeling better after a few hours of work, he decided to walk into town
and treat himself to lunch.
After showering again, Frankie picked out a yellow sundress. He brushed
his hair out until it glowed gold in the sunlight, the frosting
reflecting the blonde highlights. The scoop necked and spaghetti straps
showed off his cleavage and a lot of golden skin. Frankie was still
amazed how pretty his body was. He sighed and tried to imagine what it
would have been like to have been born a woman.
After putting on a bit of makeup, Frankie walked the short walk into the
town center to his favorite restaurant. As he went to sit down, he looked
across the street to Alex's real estate office and impulsively decided to
drop in to thank him for the flowers.
The receptionist greeted Frankie and buzzed Alex who came out with a
smile on his face. He came right over and gave Frankie a hug and a kiss
on the cheek.
"It's good to see you. Did you get the flowers?"
Frankie smiled, nodding.
"He sent you flowers?" The receptionist behind the desk laughed. "Uh oh,
Alex has a new girl friend, look out!"
Alex made a face and took Frankie's hand, leading him back to his office,
closing the door behind them. As he went to kiss Frankie again, Frankie
placed a hand on his chest.
"Whoa."
"What's the matter? Aren't you glad to see me?"
"Sure. But, aren't you forgetting something?"
"What's that?"
Frankie whispered. "I'm a man."
Alex laughed. He lowered his voice. "If all the guys I knew looked like
you, I'd be in serious trouble." He kissed Frankie on the lips. "You are
beautiful, Frankie, and you're all I've thought about since we spent the
day together."
Frankie allowed the kiss. Frankie liked kissing and it had been a while
and it was so easy to forget everything when Alex held him and kissed
him.
As they kissed, Alex wrapped his arms around Frankie. Frankie found
himself leaning into the older man's arms, resting his body against his.
It felt good being held. It felt good having someone to kiss. I'm lonely,
he thought. I miss having someone to hold and I need this right now.
Frankie sighed and relaxed in Alex's embrace. The world stopped for a few
minutes while they held each other.
"You smell delicious." Alex nuzzled Frankie's ear. "You feel so good.
You're all I've thought about since I said good bye to you."
Frankie was getting turned on. He could feel the heat coursing through
his veins and his nerve endings were tingling. He held tightly to Alex
fearing that if he let go, he'd be dizzy and stumble. He loved the
lightheaded feeling and the turmoil in the pit of his stomach. Frankie
knew he was falling for Alex. Gosh, he thought, I'm treading on thin ice
here.
Frankie looked in the man's eyes. "I like you, Alex, but I'm married." As
he spoke those words, his morning's emotions bubbled up inside him. He
thought about how he had felt this morning when Helen hadn't answered and
now here he was in another person's arms. What was happening to him? He
felt tears pooling in his eyes. Oh my gosh, I'm not going to cry now.
Alex saw the distraught look on Frankie's face." It's okay. I'm not
trying to break up your marriage, I just want to be with you right now."
Alex squeezed Frankie tightly. "I haven't felt this way in a long while
and I want to enjoy the moment." He kissed Frankie, pushing his tongue
between Frankie's lips.
Frankie felt like he was in a 30's movie. He could see himself as a young
starlet in Bogart's arms or was that Cary Grant. For a moment, Frankie
let the fantasy move him to return the kiss. He parted his lips and
allowed Alex to penetrate his warm mouth. He felt the tongue and sucked
on it. Ah, this is nice, so nice to be held and cared about. Frankie felt
his own hunger dangerously bubbling to the surface. For a minute, Frankie
imagined himself naked on the man's desk as they made love together.
Frankie was starting to understand a woman's point of view. It would be
easy to want this man, to hold him, possess him, and love him. Frankie
missed Helen and the comfort of sleeping with her each night. He was
achingly lonely and very venerable right now. Gosh, he thought. I want
this so much.
As Frankie slide his smaller body into Alex's larger form, he was
suddenly brought back to reality. As the taller man's body rubbed up
against Frankie, he suddenly felt Alex's rock hard penis pushing through
his pants and touching the thin material of Frankie's dress. It brought
everything to a dead stop as he remembered that night in Todd's
apartment.
Frankie stepped back. While he enjoyed the kissing and cuddling, he
wasn't ready for this. The hardness reminded him of the unpleasantness of
his last sexual experience with a man and it made him shudder with
tension.
Seeing Alex's disappointment and fearing that he'd interpret his retreat
as rejection, Frankie kissed Alex. "You are wonderful. I do like you.
And, honestly, I want to go out with you again. I just don't want to rush
things. I don't think it's fair to tease you like this though. I might
never be able to give you what you want."
Alex kissed Frankie and looked in his eyes. "I'll settle for your time
and your attention. The moments we have together will satisfy me."
Frankie's heart beat and he felt like he wanted to rip off the man's
clothes right there and show him what he wanted, but instead he gave him
a peck on the cheek. Frankie found a pencil on Alex's desk and scribbled
down his phone number.
"Here. Here's my number and I want you to call. I do want to go out with
you."
Alex tucked it into his wallet. "I was hoping we could go to lunch now
today."
Frankie grinned. That's what he wanted but didn't want to ask. Frankie
was enjoying the illusion of being pursued. "Sure. I'd like that too."
Alex grabbed his sports jacket from off a hook and took Frankie's hand.
Before he opened the door to the entrance, he turned and kissed Frankie.
Frankie enjoyed the kiss and found his toes curling in his heels as he
leaned into it and savored the moment. Then Alex led Frankie out to the
parking lot and a vintage Mercedes convertible.
"You sure have pretty cars," Frankie said admiring the shiny car.
"And this one will look better with you sitting here besides me."
As they climbed in, Frankie realized that there were no seat belts in the
old sedan. Instead of worrying, he slid in close to Alex and held his
strong arm. "I'll need to hang on to you since I can't belt myself in."
Frankie kissed Alex on the lips.
Alex drove them carefully to a small inn that faced the ocean. Frankie
held Alex's arm as the walked up the path and into the cool restaurant.
It was like a fantasy, he thought. This is all a little too much, almost
like I'm in a movie.
As they sat down, Alex smiled at Frankie. "You look beautiful in that
dress. I couldn't help but notice that you have quite a sexy body. It's
so hard to see you as ever being a man."
Frankie laughed and told Alex about the hormones and the collagen. He
also explained that all of that was going to disappear by the fall.
"That's a shame. Won't you miss being beautiful?"
Frankie nodded. "Sure, it's a dream come true. I've never had more fun or
been happier, but, I just don't want to paint myself into a corner that I
can't get out of." He lowered his voice. "I'm a married man and I have to
face reality here. I can't go on looking like this forever."
"Why not?"
Frankie thought about that. He shook his head. "I don't know. I don't
want to be a freak of nature, something that people laugh at and
ridicule."
"You're beautiful. Why would anyone care that you enjoy dresses more than
pants? And it's none of their business anyway."
"There's a lot of hate and ignorance in this world, Alex."
"The world is changing, Frankie. Last week, if you had told me I would be
head over heels infatuated with another man, well?"
Frankie laughed. "I don't think we need to tell anyone here on the island
that you're dating a man. It's our little secret. No one has to know
about me."
Alex smiled. "I still don't believe you're a man. I can only think of you
as a woman."
Frankie laughed. "You want to see my driver's license?" He dug it out of
his purse and wallet and handed it over.
Alex studied it. "That's you, alright. And there is an M in the box
marked SEX, but, well?"
"Well, what."
"Prove it to me."
Frankie laughed. "Maybe, some day, if you get lucky."
Alex reached across the table and took Frankie's hand. He kissed
Frankie's fingertips. "I hope so."
They ate and talked. Frankie heard all about Alex's life and Frankie told
him more about his teaching career and the people he knew. After lunch,
Alex took Frankie on a tour of the area, showing him the beautiful houses
and telling him all about the famous people he had met over the years who
vacationed here.
As they drove along, Frankie held onto Alex occasionally touching him on
the chest or leg.
Finally, they drove up to a beautiful two story colonial with sweeping
views of the Long Island Sound and the ocean.
"Wow. This is beautiful. This one must cost a fortune to rent for the
summer."
"It's not for rent. This one is mine." Alex turned the car off. "Want to
see the inside?"
Frankie hesitated. The last time he had been in a man's house, things had
not gone well. He wondered if he was going too far too fast.
Alex saw the consternation in Frankie's face. He held up his hands in
mock surrender. "Honestly, you have nothing to worry about. I'll be a
perfect gentleman."
Frankie allowed Alex to help him out of the car. As they walked up the
drive, Alex told Frankie the history of the house and how his parents had
originally purchased it long ago.
The tour was wonderful. Alex provided Frankie with a cold glass of wine
as they walked from room to room. It was richly furnished and each room
was more beautiful than the next.
When they were back in the kitchen, Alex held Frankie in his arms. "See,
just as promised. A perfect gentleman."
Frankie kissed him and then pushed away. "It's a beautiful house and you
are a wonderful man. But, if I hang around you too much longer in here, I
might do something I will regret. Can you understand that?"
Alex smiled. "As much as I am hoping, I am old enough to know that the
wait will be worth it. C'mon. I've take you back to your house."
Frankie was surprised that the two houses were closer than he realized
and only a few blocks from each other. When they pulled into the
driveway, Frankie kissed Alex and thanked him for a wonderful afternoon.
"Tomorrow?"
Frankie shook his head. "I've got a commitment for tomorrow, but give me
a call for lunch, okay?" He playfully struck the man on the arm.
They kissed and Frankie watched the car drive away. As he unlocked the
door, he thought only of Alex and the fantasy of what it would be like
being Alex's wife. He wondered what it would be like to be a complete
woman and spend the rest of his life with the wonderful man living in
that big house.
After turning on the lights, Frankie checked the messages. There was one
from the photographer saying he'd bee there at 10 a.m. but nothing else.
Frankie thought about Helen and decided to call. She'd be home. It was
late and he thought about her eating alone in their big house.
He was disappointed when the phone rang and rang. The service didn't pick
it up which meant that Helen hadn't come home yet from the hospital.
Frankie was concerned. Helen didn't spend a lot of time away from home
and he wondered if she was not telling him everything.
As he undressed, it was all he could do not to pick up the phone and dial
up her pager. That wouldn't be right, he thought. She'd not calling him
out on where he goes and what he does. Frankie realized he had never even
mentioned Alex to her.
Putting down the phone, he finished getting undressed slipped into a tiny
tee and a pair of clean panties. He washed his face and applied
moisturizer.
As he lay in bed, he reached over and opened the nightstand taking out a
vibrator and a tube of lubricant.
He ran the vibrator over his body, stimulating himself. He used one
finger to apply lubricant to his bottom and lay there listening to the
beat of his heart and his rising breath.
As Frankie brought himself to climax and fell off to sleep, he knew he
had been thinking of Alex and not of Helen holding him and caressing him.
He had been fantasizing of being with Alex and not with Helen.
Dear Readers,
I never thought this story would run for twenty chapters and I am nowhere
near done yet. I've made this a longer story to please the readers out
there who have been so kind to drop me an email or write a critique.
While I am outlining Chapter 21, I have to admit I have been writing this
story as much for the reader as I have for my own pleasure.
I still 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.
Annalisa
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