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At the Fictionmania Convention
by shalimar
I flew into LAX from JFK, reading most of the way. As I was going to stay
mostly at the convention and not travel much, I took a taxi to the
Marriott Hotel where it was being held. I could always rent a car at the
hotel if I need one. First I registered for my room then put my things in
it before changing.
I changed into a peach tank top and salmon skirt. Why those colors? Unlike
most of you who are reading my adventure, I am a spring complexion. My
sandals, makeup and jewelry completed the ensemble.
When I was sure I was ready I went to the room where the convention was
being held. I received a nameplate when I registered because I was one of
the special ones, an author. I'm not a great one, but I have a few good
stories and some fans to prove it. I doubt I will ever be as great as the
Professor or Morpheus.
There are a number of people I want to meet because I talked to them on
line and feel some connection. One, Sarah Barndt should be easy to spot.
There are few 5' 9" redheads that have a lot of love in them.
Another great wish is to meet Mindy. One night she taught me that the best
way to fight someone with hate is to do it with love. The only problem
with meeting her is the rumor that she wouldn't show up at the convention.
There are a few "sisters," "nieces" and "daughters" that I knew I would
see during the convention as we had agreed to share rooms with each other.
We took the whole floor of the hotel. We had met in various chat rooms or
at meetings of our local transgender organizations.
In reality, just meeting them and some of the other greats would be enough
of a reason to be here. I hope that the average reader doesn't look at me
in awe because I'm your average schnook.
I was also intending to be at the creative writing workshops that will be
held all week. Bill Hart, the Professor, and Morpheus are among the guest
lecturers.
I should introduce myself. I call myself Shelly, although my penname is
Shalimar. I am a M2F transsexual in my late fifties who has been on the
pill for about five years. I started to "pass" about three years ago,
especially after lazier took care of my beard. Unfortunately, I am fat,
being 5'9" and nearly 200 pounds. My breasts are not big, being an "A"
cup. I am also a religious Jew, keeping kosher and going to synagogue at
least once a week. I usually wear a hat because of my balding head. I live
on Long island, NY and have that Lon Gisland accent. It is worse than
Brooklyneese. I am a bundle of incongruity. For example, I recently
legally changed my name and sex so that I really am Shelly, yet I don't
have an idea if I want the surgery.
I decided to walk the convention floor that had magic in the air. Covering
more than 40 feet of wall space, the largest exhibit was for Glamour
Boutique. According to rumors, witches and sorcerers were manning its
excellent selection so that there would be more magic than the good
illusions normally associated with its clothes. I stopped in and bought an
excellent scarf to replace my hat.
There were other rumors as well. For example, the Medallion of Zulo was
going to be brought to the convention by Bashful and Julie. According to
that rumor they were going to play a trick on everyone and come as each
other. They are among my favorite authors so I hope to meet them one way
or the other.
I noticed the SRU shop in one corner of the hall. Already the line to
enter it looked like it would take hours. I hoped the old man, Danielle,
and the ones they hired for the convention would not be too tired at the
end of the week.
As I walked the floor I noticed Tigger who on this pre convention day wore
a suit that was designed to look like Christopher Robin's friend. His six-
foot frame and graying beard improved the costume. I decided to go over to
him, and introduce myself. After talking with him for a while I had the
urge to rub his tummy. I was rewarded with a genuine cat purr.
One of the most surprising booths was a woman selling some "magic lamps"
that were "Made in Oman." I looked at her nameplate that said Maria Perez.
She is but one of the characters in a genie story I wrote. How could she
be real? Yet, the evidence was in front of me.
There were other characters as well including witches, sorcerers,
inventors and doctors, to name a few of their professions. I was enjoying
the scenery and introduced myself to people, especially those who
introduced themselves to me.
One of those who introduced herself to me was a woman in her 30's. She was
5'9", looked like she had "B" cups and was beginning to bald. Wearing a
white halter top and a black pencil skirt that ended at her knees she
introduced herself as Margaret. She said she love one of my stories and
would really be pleased if I would autograph a hardcopy. She handed me a
copy that was printed from one of the computers in the hall designed for
that purpose.
While leaving the convention hall and not watching what I was doing, I
accidentally bumped into the Professor, literally. I gave my apologies,
but he said it was his fault. He introduced his companion, Princess
Moonbeam. She looked like a refugee from San Francisco of the late 1960's,
complete with fringed skirt, long beads around the neck, granny glasses,
and long hair to near the waist, boots and scarf on the top of her head.
We talked for a while and we agreed to get together for dinner that
evening.
Leaving the convention hall I decided to find the pool and see how crowded
it was. To me the strangest part of the people in and around the pool were
all female. There was not a single man among them.
I went to the entrance and was confronted by a young woman who said, "Hi,
I'm Anya. How can I help you?"
"You just answered my question," I replied. "I wondered why there wasn't a
single guy in the entire pool area."
"You know about me then?"
"Of course. You are more famous than I am. I'll be back later and use the
facilities."
Still not finding any of my roommates or anyone else on our floor I went
back down to the lobby and into the restaurant and ordered a mint ice tea.
"Nothing in it," I told the waiter. "I like the taste without sweaters."
The tea was cool, unlike the weather. The heat that August day was like an
oven as the outside thermometer was already over 100. Even the air
conditioner for the hotel wasn't completely satisfying.
As I sipped my drink another woman sat down next to me. I estimated that
she was about 5'8", a size 14 waist and hips with a size 18 top, reminding
me of one of Holly Woleman's characters. Those breasts must have been at
least a size "D". She must have had her dress tailored for her as it fit
snuggly on her.
"Hi, I'm May," she said as she extended her hand in a manly way.
I grabbed her hand in feminine style.
"I see that your nameplate says 'shalimar.' That's an interesting handle,
how did you get it?"
The "shamir" is a legendary worm that King Solomon used to cut the rock to
make the first Jewish Temple. Because the Temple was a place of peace, if
the rock was cut with iron it could not be used as iron was used for war.
Solomon's name comes from the same root and is the male name form of
'Shalom,' meaning peace. Part of my 'real' name, like Solomon's, means
peace. The feminine form of that word is 'Shaleemah." From that I use the
Arabic version, which is Shalimar. To distinguish me from the perfume I
use a lower case 's'. I hope I'm as sweet as it smells."
"You know, you are very pretty."
"I don't think so," I told her as I blushed and lowered my eyelids.
It was then that I realized that her voice was too deep to have been born
a girl.
"I wasn't," she replied.
"You weren't what?"
"Born a girl. Like you, I still have it. Unlike you, I want to keep it."
A true she-male. Then again what am I?
"How did you know what I was thinking?"
"Lucky guess. Are you enjoying the convention?"
"So far, but I just got here. I just being able to hang out and meet
people is worth the trip. You are one of the first. What about you, Mae?"
"I've been here for a couple of days. Beat the crowd getting here. I, too,
like meeting new people. I think you're interesting."
I believe that I was being picked up? Something like that makes a girl
feel pretty. At that moment May made a sexy pose that reminded me of Miss
West.
"That's why I have the name," she told me. "I liked May West. She was a
great actress."
"She sure was. She was sexy, yet had sense of being the girl next door.
She was able to sometimes considered her sexiness a joke, and played it
for everything it was worth."
But this Mae was freaking me out. (Hey I'm a child of the '60's. I was at
Woodstock. I'm allowed to use the word, "freaking.")
"Don't be scared, I can read minds. I like the talk better because the
other person usually can't deal with my abilities."
She took my hands in hers and started stoking them. Her action felt nice.
"It explains a lot, yet I still like you," I replied with a smile.
"Do you like your breasts?" She asked, smiling at me.
"Yeah, so far," I replied. "But I wish min were bigger. They probably will
over time."
"May I see them?"
"What?"
I blushed, and then looked down, embarrassed.
"I would like to see what you got."
"Now?"
"Why not?"
"Not here," I sighed.
"Do you mind if we go to your room?" she asked.
"Alright. My roommates haven't come yet, but defiantly, no sex."
I finished my drink, took my purse and my new-found friend up to my room.
Hand in hand we walked to the elevator that led to my room. We were the
only ones in the elevator when it closed so she kissed me. For a brief
moment I resisted, then I put my arms around her neck and gave my all to
that kiss as I melted in her arms.
When the door open I felt the temperature drop a little. We went to my
room and entered my bedroom for the next few days. She then slowly and
sensually pulled my top off, touching my bra and through it my breasts
giving me a tingling feeling. Her next stroke included taking off my bra.
She cupped my small puppies in her hands as she massaged them with one
hand and pulling down my skirt with the other.
"It's not fair. I'm nearly naked, and you still have you dress on," I
whispered in her ear as I pulled the zipper down on her dress.
Pulling it off I noticed her ample breasts in her bra and engorged penis.
Her penis made me smile as I stoked her breast beneath her bra before
pulling it off. While I was doing that she gently laid me on the bed then
followed me.
We massaged each other's breasts for what seemed at least fifteen minutes.
The rest of our torsos were also felt as my excitement grew. It seemed
like we were on the same wavelength because she touched my sex as I began
to gently rub her penis.
But what I was feeling below didn't seem the same as it usually did. It
was as if I had lips down there that were gently being spread apart.
Finally a finger entered me in a place that I hadn't had before causing me
to gasp with pleasure and confusion at the same time.
The "what is happening to me?" only lasted a short time because the
pleasure of the moment overwhelmed it.
Finally after an eternity of enjoyment of her finger in me, and my
massaging her member she entered me. The angle still seemed wrong as I was
being impaled in the front of my crotch instead of the rear. Mostly I
ignored my confusion as the strokes inside me were extremely enjoyable to
me and I felt that my muscles were trying to suck her penis inside me. The
sucking produced waves of pleasure that hit my brain.
The orgasm started in that area and spread in waves throughout my body.
When the waves hit my brain I could see colors. It kept on going, one
after the other. This organism was unlike any other I had ever
experienced, even masturbating. Suddenly I felt her hot cum spray into my
cavity that I shouldn't have and it pushed me over the edge.
Spent, she fell on top of me. I felt my sucking try to get those last
drops of semen until her penis was finally outside. We kissed and held
each other. She rolled over to her side and I followed as we cuddled.
After a few minutes I whispered in her ear, "That was the most incredible
sex I ever had."
I had a content smile.
"Do you like being a girl?" she asked.
"That explains," I whispered. "How?"
"Don't worry about the how. Just know that you are. Take a look at your
body."
I looked down. I saw breasts that were fuller than before a sleek body
that went passed the smooth crotch with some pubic hair down to smooth
perfect legs with nail polish on the toes.
"Thank you," I said.
My voice sounded like a light soprano, just like what a young adult
female's should be. I was surprised at what I heard and saw, but happy.
"You're welcome. I gave you your greatest fantasy. It is complete,
including you being the twenty-year-old daughter of who you were and
having your other brothers and sisters including the halves and adoptees.
You father, you and some of your siblings are writers. He uses Shalimar.
Your penname is Sarah von Haber. You better get up and dressed as your
fianc?e is coming here in a few minutes.
"He is?" I asked as I jumped out of the bed and grabbed my bra.
I can see his face in my mind and remember his name, Isaac. I remember
seeing him for the first time a little over a year ago when he first
started to work for daddy in our jewelry manufacturing shop. He looked up
from his workbench where he was setting a diamond on a ring then smiled at
me. I went over to him as I smiled back at the cute young man. We talked
for a while before he asked me out that evening. We've been together
since.
"He's coming over to your room with your half sister, Barbara and her
fianc?e. You four are to take over for a while the jewelry booth that your
family's business rented for this convention. So you better get dressed
quickly, Sarah.
"What about you?" I asked as I slopped on my peach blouse.
Everything about me was smaller, except my breasts, which were now a "B"
size. I was now 5'4" instead of the 5'9" I entered the room. I was also
slightly over 100 lbs. That is about 100 lbs less than before. That 100
pounds was probably used to make Barbie, as I call my sister. She is a
blond version of me. With two other sisters our age we were called the
"Barbie Quads" in high school.
"My job her is complete," she explained as she finished getting dressed.
"I have others to take care of. I hope this is a good as you expected it.
I'll see you around the convention. Don't be a stranger."
"I won't, May. And thank you. So far my memories say it is a great gift.
Do you think you could come to our wedding?"
"Sure"
"Stop by the booth and give me your address. I'll give you something
extra, too."
"Not necessary."
"I know, but I want to give you something."
"Please, I can't. I work for Him."
"What about daddy? How is he?"
"You know."
"His ears, can't you do something? He still has that bad tinnitis. I trade
you my money, my youth, even my gender for him to hear better."
I was in tears.
"I can't."
"Please, even for all three?"
"You won't need to trade. I just can't do it, but I will talk to the Boss
about it. It is the best I can do."
"I understand. Thanks in advance for trying."
"You're welcome."
With that statement she opened the door and left.
I dried my eyes with a tissue and fixed my makeup and finished getting
dressed. I just had enough time to be decent before I head a knock on the
door. When I opened it, I gave my love a sensuous kiss. I then kissed
Barbara, who is also my best friend, and her fianc?e on the cheeks. I
slipped on my sandals in a hurry. Daddy had insisted that us girls would
not wear high heals while working the booth "to save our feet."
As we rode the elevator down to the convention I leaned into Isaac and he
put his arm around me. I didn't have jewelry on me, as I would use what we
have in the booth. That booth is really an extension of Glamour Boutique,
which is an important customer of ours. Arriving, we relieved our brother,
sister and spouses.
Sometimes a miracle occurs when you don't expect it.
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