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At least when Marc walked into the glass door, bumping his nose pretty good, it snapped him out of the mental spiral he was on after his father announced the dates of his upcoming sex change. He almost had to laugh at doing it too, Marc thought things like that only happened in old cartoon. But the whole situation was turning so insane he wasn't sure what his grip on reality was. His Father had in one way just been so incredibly protective of him in the Principal's office. While at the same time, such a dick about it. Marc understood and was pretty well used to his Father's complete lack of social graces. The man was a scientist and chemist and whatever, so he spent more time in the lab than with people. Communication skills were not his forte. So while Marc was sure his Father wanted to support him and let the principal know that his gender transition was to be kept private......Marc was pretty sure that his Dad acting like such an asshole about the whole thing was the best way to ensure the Principal walking into the teachers lounge and announcing "Guess what that loser Marc Jacobs and his asshole father just told me, get a load of this......" "You OK there Marc? Didn't you see the door? Don't tell me you need glasses. You know that old saying about 'Girls who wear glasses' don't you." "Can we wait till we're in the car," Marc said picking up the pace and all but running to his Father's car. The two men got in the car, Marc trying to hold things in till they got out of the parking lot. He kept having to adjust the chest strap of his seat belt since it cutting between his growing breasts and feeling funny. "Don't you think you should have told me in private about the....operation? Don't you think you should have even told me about it maybe even being a possibility?" "Well Marc, of course the operation was going to be a possibility. It's the whole point of what you're doing, isn't it? As for the timing of letting you know, I'm doing the best I can here Marc. I can only take off so much time from work. The meeting with the Doctors this morning and with your Principal, I've had to use my sick hours to do all this. And that's because all my vacation time will be spent staying at home helping you recuperate. I just don't have the freedom to take time off several days a week to keep your Principal up to date. We were meeting, the time seemed right to go over it." Marc thought over what his Father said. It sort of made sense. He was feeling pretty guilty now, considering how much his father was going out of his way to support him on this. "I'm just confused Dad. I've been reading on the internet, info about sex changes. They're all saying the operation doesn't happen till after lengthy psychological evaluations, and even having to spend time living as a woman, maybe as much as for a year. This just seems so soon and so sudden." "There are two perfectly logical explanations for both of those. I'm sure you'll find they make sense once I explain them to you. As for the psychological evaluations. Seriously Marc, do you really think you need one? Aren't those for the people who have some doubt or some questions as to whether they want to go through with this? That's not you is it?" Marc thought really hard about that, even though thinking hard was not easy these days. Yea it did make sense. Sure some of this had all come about almost as a surprise, but once he sat down and talked it all out with his Dad, it all came into focus. Why would he talk to a perfect stranger about this when talking to his Dad helped more than anything. "No I guess not. Plus it would cost so much and this already must be costing a fortune." "Don't worry about where the money is coming from. But you're right, this is not something that's 100% covered by my work insurance. As for why the operation needs to be done so soon. Now, I'm sorry if this is going to get personal, but it's something that must be discussed and taken into consideration. Now Marc, those hormone pills I gave you, I said they were pretty strong, yes? And you've been taking them on schedule, not missing a dose?" "Yea, 4 pills, 4 times a day." "I know you've been seeing the effects already. One of the effects is, again, I'm sorry to bring this up, is that your penis seems to be getting smaller. Is that right?" "Ummm, yea, a bit. And it's harder to....get hard....." "Right. That's to be expected, those are the main effects. Now in your reading on the internet about the operation, did you read about how your vagina will be formed? Well they cut off and toss out your balls, they're of no use to anyone anymore. As a matter of fact, they're probably dead already. But your penis is still important for the operation and your future happiness. They use the material from your penis to form the vagina. Now, if we wait a year...hell if we even wait another month of you on those pills, what's going to be left?" "At the rate it's going down, not much," Marc mumbled, beginning to understand where his father was going with this. "Exactly. As much as there wouldn't be a reason for the transition is you were still going to play sports, there's no reason for the transition if you're not going to be able to enjoy intercourse. You wait a year and frankly, the only guys you'll be able to take are pencil dicked losers. When you hook up with a real man you're going to want to take all of him, being able to satisfy him will also give you incredible satisfaction. Not some loser twerp who can only get his pinky in you. You know I'm right." It all made so much sense to Marc. Insane as the situation was to have your Father tell you how much he wants you to have a good, healthy deep vagina after they cut your dick off, isn't something that needed to be thought about. Marc certainly was having trouble thinking clear enough to consider details like this. Well, he had set up the session with that Momma Tee in a few days to learn how to do make up, but even that was only because his Dad had told him he needed to do every and anything he needed to get comfortable with the stuff. "Yea, OK, that does all make sense. Thanks for....you know doing all that." Marc said finding himself starring out the widow of the car and not being able to look at his Father just then. "With your Mother leaving so many years ago, and my being alone just as many years, even if you had remained a boy I would still express to you how important a healthy sex life is. And now, with your transition coming at such a young age.....you have your whole life ahead of you. I know you don't have any doubts, but I don't want there to be any regrets." Having another of their supportive talks ending in an uncomfortable silence, they arrived back at the house a short time later. Henry only had time to drop his son off at the curb before heading to his office. Marc got caught up on his home work within a couple of hours. It was only just part 1 in the afternoon when Marc decided to go for a run. That really wasn't athletics. Even the fat old housewives around town went out for a jog. And it was something he'd been used to doing in getting ready for football. As long as he laid off the leg presses in the weight room, there couldn't be anything wrong with his keeping his legs toned. Throwing on his sweats and sneakers Marc headed out for his old route, making a few changes to keep him going past the high school like he used to. It really wasn't that long into his run that he started noticing some pain in his chest. Then as if got a bit worse he found it wasn't IN his chest as it was ON his chest. A block or two more and he had to stop running, it was too much. His little baby tits were killing him. Marc hadn't worn a bra again thinking that if something happened he didn't want to get caught with one on. But while his growing breasts hadn't been large enough to even be all that noticeable just walking around the house, jogging down the street, the rhythm of his movements, they kept swaying slightly back and forth, slamming down a bit with each footstep. Marc found they were just big enough not to be able to take the pounding. He had heard of these sports bra things but always thought they were just thicker to soak up sweat like a t-shirt of something. Now he understood. He wasn't quite half way through with the run so Marc retraced his steps, walking this time, holding his arms across his growing chest, hoping the support would make the pain ease up. He tossed in a couple of Advil along with his usual dosage of hormones and memory pills. Heading back to school, at least for a day, was fairly nerve wracking at first, but even marc was surprised how quickly he eased into the flow of class work again. He started the day taking the note to the office that got him out of gym class, with the note not giving an y of the important details. He found though that those who pretty much ignored him before ignored him now, and those people he knew were glad to see him back, but didn't push it. A few of his old teammates gave him the cold shoulder, like they blamed him for leaving the team. But even more let him know how much they wished he was playing with them, and hoped he'd at least hang out with them still. Marc tired to gave as noncommittal a response as he could. He just wasn't sure how long he was going to be able to hide all this and wasn't sure hanging out with the guy was a good idea even then. But it was nice to feel some sense of normalcy back in his life. Marc even sat at the same lunch table with one of is old girlfriend Amber and her current boyfriend Jake Parker, one of his former teammates. Marc couldn't help notice Amber hanging all over Jake. Something he didn't remember her doing with him. Not that, at the time, Marc believed he would have pushed her away. Come to think of it, Amber had wanted a whole lot more out of the relationship, more day to day commitment, and a long term commitment too. And Marc's, well not refusal to meet her wishes, just his inability to do so was what broke them up. Maybe, Marc thought, maybe it was because he secretly knew back then what a lie he had been living. Amber caught Marc staring at them and asked him if everything was OK. Which snapped him back to what passed for his reality these days. It was then that she asked him if he had lost weight that made marc really freak. Just really needed no one to find any difference in him yet, just not yet. It has gone so well at school that Marc almost canceled his appointment with this Momma Tee. He thought of calling up and canceling but, if she got mad where would that leave him? The point was he didn't know what else to do and even then, if she didn't work out, where would he go? So he told his Father he wasn't going into school and, as he agreed didn't give him any trouble about it. Just told Marc to call him at work if he needed to talk and he'd pick up his homework on the way home that evening. He gave Marc a kiss on the forehead before heading off to work. Marc couldn't remember time his Father ever did that before, but he guessed it was something a Father would do for his.....no he wasn't quite ready to refer to himself as a......daughter just yet. Momma Tee told him to bring what ever he had that she could use on him, so he packed up a good supply of the make up he'd already gotten. And in his old gym bag he threw in some of the undies just in case he got a chance to change clothes. Just hoped the old sweats jock and dirty gym clothes smell didn't attach themselves to his panties. He threw on a well worn comfortable pair of jeans and, due to it's growing boob hiding size, one of his old football jerseys. Without the padding underneath the extra fabric concealed a lot. Plus the little vents help keep him cool as he went from one panic attack after another on the way. And the in the half hour he sat across from the storefront shop. Marc was a suburban kid so he hadn't headed into town that often. He was surprised how quick the drive was. And at how many stores in the area flew the rainbow flag. Even a former football player like himself knew what those meant. Getting up the nerve Marc grabbed his filled gym bag and rushed across the street. He grabbed the door and rushed in, maybe a little too fast but he wanted to get in quick before he lost his nerve and before anyone saw him. Inside the shop, filled with what marc could only immediately think of as girlie shit, were two people. A rather large woman....well a man who was dressed up as a woman. She was well into her 40's, if not 50's. The breasts might have been real, the hair wasn't and if this was the person who was going to teach him make up, maybe he needed to have a few lessons herself. Or at least cut the amount down in half. The other person, well Marc wasn't exactly scared, but he did look like the typical Latino gang member he'd always seen on Cops. Baggy jeans, worn low to reveal his boxers, skin tight white T worn over an incredible hard muscled body. Hair was covered in a kerchief, but he had a thin line beard and thin mustache in case anyone would wonder what a Latino thugs hair color would be. The two seemed to be talking politely when Marc entered, but they stopped the second they saw him. "Yea?" the large woman asked. "Ummmmm, are you Momma Tee? My name is Marc, I had an....appointment?" Marc said, not really wanting to admit what type of appointment in front of this guy. "Yea kid, get the fuck out," she said. "No seriously, I had an appointment. I made it late last week?" "Yea, I know you made an appointment but we're not here to fuck around kid. Might be a big game or a big joke to you kids but I'm running a real store here. Go tell your fraternity to fuck off. Go get some funny Youtube video somewhere else..." "No, I'm serious about the appointment...see I brought." "You heard the lady," the Latina tough said moving from where he was standing and taking a couple of steps towards Marc. "Stop fucking around." Marc dropped the bag to the floor, angry at coming all this way, being at the point of a nervous breakdown due to all the stress, and being greeted like this. "Do these look like I'm FUCKING AROUND!!??" Marc said pulling up his shirt and revealing his little tits to the pair. "Holy shit," the guy whispered. "Those can't be real...are they REAL?!?! Momma get a load of these." "I can't believe...." Momma Tee said getting off the stool she had been perched on and coming over to Marc. "Holy shit Angel these ARE real!!" She said reaching out one hand and taking one of Marc's nipples in her long vivid red fingernails. Taking the tip she pulled it out a bit and let it snap back, the small breast giving a bit of a jiggle when let go. "I'm sorry, they're really sensitive," Marc said surprised that what with all the trouble he had been having getting a hard on, he got on damn quick when she did that. "I'll bet they are!!" Momma Tee exclaimed. "Like a girl just sprouting," the Latino thug said with a big smile on his face. "I am so fucking jealous. My boyfriend won't let me grow my own.." His demeanor when from street tough to someone who, despite outward appearances, fit right in at the shop. "Angel we're not here for you right now. Ohhhh Marc, I am SO sorry," Momma Tee said putting her arm around Marc and leading him into a back area. "You just look.....well I'm sorry sweetie you just look like the last person we'd expect to honestly come in here. With those muscles and that jersey. Angel get his bag." The three of them headed to an area near the back of the store. It looked to Marc as being half a beauty shop and half a barber shop. Mirror lined two walls, there were sinks, make up on the counter and a large chair. "You sit right up here young man...I'm sorry lady." Why did that freak Marc out that bad? Why being referred to as a 'lady'? Why did she assume he wanted to be identified as a female just yet? He took a few deep breaths and thought, well, maybe if he was around more than just his father, he'd not only be referred to in the female text more, he'd get more used to it. He would have to get used to it. "Now. I know you wanted a make up consultation. But, with that growth, what were you looking for? Were you going for a more natural look. Or did you want to go the full on drag look like Angel goes for?" "I just need to know....how to use this stuff. I've got no idea. I don't have a sister, my Mom ran off to Europe when I was 6 months old...." "Oh my god...what you must have been going through all these years. Tsk. Well, you're in Momma's hands now. I'm going to show you everything you need. You ready?" Marc immediately thought, ready to look like a girl? Hell no. But that was what he was there for. But as soon as Momma started doing her thing, Marc fell completely into her hands. Gentle but instructfull. Showing him how he needed to wash his face. The cleanse it. Then the base. She would start most of these steps but then have Marc take over. And when he needed a better example or a different take on how to apply, Angel was willing to show on himself. Marc soon found, without having to ask, that Angel dressed by a man for his day job but went full out drag at night. Fro his stories he was quite the party girl. It was strange to see him having make up applied with his thin beard and mustache, but Angle assured Marc that he could shave it off and regrow it with two days. As the make up went of one layer after another Marc was trying to get used to the smell and the feel. Not incredibly feminine but there was a common scent to the make up he wasn't used to. Once they got his completion evened out and his beard hidden, Marc was REALLY glad they were able to take are of that, they started on bringing out his cheekbones. Lessening the impact of his nose. Momma had wanted to pluck his eye brows down but Marc panicked to the point that he almost got out of the chair. She and Angel clamed him down enough to convince him to at least let her take the eyebrows down a little. That it was common for young men to do SOME sculpting of the brows. Marc sat quietly while he thought, yea, like the swim team crazy ass fags. Once his brows were a little more defined, but not too bad, Momma shows how to cover them with make up then bring out enough too look like real women's brows. Which really excited Marc. He kept staring at them, marveling how they looked like a woman's but he know they still were a man's underneath. Momma left Marc and Angel a lone for a few minutes while she went to get some better eye make up than what Marc had brought with him. Angel immediately moved some of the makeup on the counter aside and hoped up to sit next to the sink. He looked a little odd with the white 'wife beater' tank top, slicked back black hair and partially made up like a woman. But Marc found that he was also finding Angel really hot. And it wasn't the make up. The guy had a great build. Marc thought Angel had mentioned he did some type of physical labor. Which, Marc had to admit, made him a bit relieved. Maybe he wasn't the only guy out there who wished he was a girl who kept doing guy things. "You doing OK?" Angel asked in a softer voice than before. "You're looking really good." "Yea, I'm fine. Thanks," Marc said having a little trouble keeping eye contact with Angel. "Ummm, you said you do like drag for parties, and you have a boyfriend? Does he do drag too?" Marc thought, picturing two young Latino gay buys hanging around their apartment, making each other up. "Aww, hell no!!!" Angel said beginning to laugh. "Antoine in drag? My man is 6'4" of black correctional officer. And I'm his little Angel, who's not so much an Angel," he said grabbing his crotch through his jeans. "You got anyone? Or anyone you got an eye on?" he said with a slight smile. "Eyeing you pretty good right now, but normally no." Marc's mind went insane at that. Where the fuck did he come up with that? "I thought you were enjoying the show. I know I have," followed by a wink that got Marc's dick hard again. Luckily Momma came back in and they tackled his eyes. Showing him how to put enough lighter color to down play his male brow, but also lining the eye and using mascara. For some reason Marc really liked the mascara part. Using the close up mirror Momma had handed him. Checking the lashes to make sure they were coated but not sticking together. He had remembered dating Anne and seeing her eye lashed all globbed into one big lash. As he was fucking her in the back seat of his car. Which would never happen again. Snapping back to reality Marc figured that doing this wasn't that much different than the black reflecting eye stick he used before each game. Just done for a different effect. Last was the lipstick. Momma showed him how to line his lips first. Carefully tracking around the edge. Then handed him a tube of real woman's lipstick. Her turned the bottom, having seen women to it on TV and movies, and watched the red stick rise out. With his hands shaking a bit he pressed it to his lips and coated them. Like a woman would. When he was done, that was when Marc found himself looking at the mirror full on. Up till now he had been concentrating on what ever area they were working on. Not looking at the full picture. But the full picture was done. And there he was, in the mirror, made up to look like a woman. He certainly didn't look like himself. Well, he could still tell it was himself but not an 'himself' he never thought he'd see. Maybe he looked like his Mother but it wasn't like he had any real memories of her, and his Dad had taken away all her pictures years ago. His completion was perfect, he couldn't see any sight of his three o'clock shadow. His cheekbones were nice, defined without being too sharp. But his chin was too strong. And his eyebrow looked even more like a guys with the eye makeup. The lips were good but... "I'm not very.....pretty...," he said, torn completely that he didn't look that much like a real woman while at the same time, he'd have to start looking like a real woman soon since...he'd be one, but if he was only going to look this good...... "You look good to me," Angel said rubbing his crotch again. "Well," Momma said standing next to his so that, in the mirror, their two faces were next to each other. "It's your first time. It's going to take some getting used to and trust me, you'll pick up things on your own. But Marc, I'm going to.....I'm going to take something away >from you, but I'm going to give you so much power back. OK?" "Yea," he said not sure of what she meant. "Marc. No matter what. People are always going to know you started out life as a man. Even if they don't know your full story, it will be something they will be thinking as soon as they meet you. But you know what? Fuck them!!! Fuck. Them. You are going to find people in this world who will love you for who you are, and for the brave steps your taking to be yourself. If others can't deal with it, fuck them. You got that Marc?" "Yea, I think I do," Marc said taking some peace in what she said. "You know what, we've been calling you Marc all afternoon. Sure don't look like a Marc now. You must have a girl name picked out already?" Momma said trying to return the conversation to a more happy note. "Well, not much thought, but maybe.......Marcy? See, my name is spelled M.A.R.C., so adding a Y to the end isn't that big a leap. And it's not like Steve/Stephanie, or Glen/Glenda." Marc said taking a major leap of faith. These were things he had not even talked to his Father about yet. "That's very nice. And it suits you. I think were done for today, bit I want to throw together something special for you. Why don't you get cleaned up." Momma said leaving the two alone. It was quite between the two men for a minute. There seemed to be something hanging in the air between them that was not being spoken, but not being ignored either. "So just soap and water? I thought women used cold cr?me?" Marc said running the water in the sink. "That's just in old movies. Soap will do fine. But uhhhh, she's going to be gone for a bit...." Angel said reaching out and cupping one of Marc's breasts through his football jersey. "Feels really nice," Marc said, not believing the sensations =running through him. Was this what it was like when he felt up his former girlfriends? No, it couldn't have been. They always wanted him to stop. He never wanted Angel's hand to leave his tit. Right now, he wanted really big tits so Angle could go to town on them. "You never wore lipstick around other people before today right?" Angel said pulling down his fly. "Then you never sucked a guy of in makeup, huh?" "That would be a big old no, never happened." "Won't believe how much better it feels. How 'bout it. Come on!!" Angel continued, pulling down his boxers and taking out his hardening cock. Marc had seen cocks....well all his life. He'd seen his own. He'd been into sports since he was a small child so not only had he seen other guy's dicks for years, some of them he'd seen grow from little twigs into major meat. But he'd never seen a cock like this before. As the object of a lust growing inside of him that he could barely understand. Or restrain. Angel's dick was big, not thick but longer than most of the guys on the team. And he wasn't cut. Marc just realized that. The tip of his coffee brown dick was still wrapped in skin. The head beginning to poke out of the end, with a drop of precum glistening at the tip. Which is where Marc found himself starting. Sticking his tongue out he played with the drop for a second before moving forward to take the full head in his mouth. Angel moved a little when Marc's teeth touched the shaft, so Marc quickly backed off just a little. Marc had tried to eat out a couple of the girls he dated, but there was just nothing more disgusting that a pussy. As Marc took in the full head of his new buddy Angel's cock, he found there was nothing better than dick though. Raw taste of true man in his mouth. Smoky almost, and even pungent, but Marc was now too far gone in the moment to even fully think of what was happening. Angel shifted his hips some so that the shaft started going down Marc's throat. Very slowly he started lowering his head. Gagging a bit, letting up but pressing on. Angel let out a deep moan that let him know he was doing it right. Not bad for a first time. Quickly Marc had it all down his throat. He loved the way he could feel the dick still growing between his lips. The shaft hitting the roof of his mouth and stretching back. No more gagging at all as it went farther down than he even anticipated. Then Angel pulled him off a bit, then pushed his head back down, then repeated. Till Marc started doing the rhythm he'd used to do on others. With Angle moving his hips to meet his mouth, they had a quick and forceful ballet going. Angel's dick lengthened enough so that the area that had been under his foreskin became exposed, giving Marc a new set of tastes to deal with. All of this should have been sending his running, but he never wanted it to end. A funny crack made Marc look up to see that Angel had thrown his head back and hit the mirror, thankfully not breaking either But with his head raised and his eyes not open, he could see himself in the mirror, just. Marc Jacobs, former candidate for a football scholarship, made up like a woman and deep throating some Latino fag he just met a few hours before. He closed his eyes again. It was easier to do when all he had to concentrate on was the dick in his mouth. Angel started breathing deeply and grabbed the back of Marc's head. The rumble through Angel's cock let Marc know it was time so he did his best. For some reason Marc always thought that cum would taste cold, or at the most warm. Not burning hot like Angels as it splashed into his mouth and down his throat. He held his mouth on the dick for as long as he could, but soon removed it, sputtering up some of the cum, but swallowing most. Looking in the mirror at the guy who's make up was smeared from the activity and sweat, with a drop of another's spoog dripping from the end. He couldn't get his face into the water to wash this all off and out fast enough. "Well," he heard from behind him, "boys who will be girls will still be boys." Momma said walking back into the room. Marc knew that sound of her heels hitting the floor, It was like when a grade school teacher was pissed at her class. His back started tensing up but, remarkable, a wave of relief came over him the second Angel kissed him on the top of his head. "If you two weren't so fucking adorable....." "And I think we'd be adorable when fucking too," Angel said in a tone that made Marc think wasn't entirely a joke. "Not today, I've got to get home," he said hoping that would end the talk. "How much do I owe you? Your site said..." "Marcy sweetie, there are two payment rates in this joint. The one on line for any old Queen who wants to come in, and family. Family is free. And you're the newest member of this family sweetie," she said giving him a big kiss oh his cheek. "Sister!!" Angel screamed, taking a break from cleaning the lipstick off his still hard dick. "Angel is our problem child," Momma said handing him a new bag. "Now, I've gone through and taken out all the things you don't need. Mainly the wrong color for you skin tone. But I threw in a few others, things we used today that's better for young men transitioning into women, not just women. I expect to see you in here a lot young lady, but if you ever run out, you let me know." Angel's eyes suddenly lit up and his mouth flew open. "YOUGOTTOCOMEWITHUS SATURDAY!!!!!" he yelled. "What?" Marc said, sort of surprised at the outburst and the high octave Angel was able to reach. "Momma!!! He's got to come with us to the party on Saturday!!! We could introduce him!!! It can be his coming out!!!!!" "Angel did you not get anything that went on today? Marcy is not a drag queen like you. She's not doing this only on weekend and days off, it's her life," Momma scolded. "What party?" Marc asked, he found himself liking the idea of a party where he could hang out with these two new friends. "JUST the biggest drag circuit party of the season. Big fucking warehouse filled with Men who are Women and the Men how love them. PLEASE come!! I'll do your make up and you can borrow one of my outfits!!!!" Angel said taking Marc by the hands. "Marcy you don't have to. If it's too soon or too much..." "No, actually I'd sort of like to. We can hang out all night? You know, teach me the moves....." The squeal from Angel was taken as a yes by all who heard it. Including most of the dogs in the area who could hear the shriek. Marc and Angel exchanged cell numbers, and Angel gave Marc direction to his apartment. With plans to touch base in the next couple of days as to the when and how of the party evening. Marc left the shop much later than he thought he would, but feeling 100 times better than he ever felt before. He kept thinking, these were people so far from anyone he'd ever known. People he'd have...well thought of as freaks just weeks ago. But he wasn't a freak, he was just going through a change. And they not only accepted it, they liked him because of it. Plus, he had sucked a guys cock and sort of liked that too. In leaving the lace so much later than he planned, Marc got caught up rush hour traffic and got home much later than his Dad. But Marc was still in a good mood and his Dad seemed to pick up on that, so he didn't get any grief for being late for dinner. "Since you called to say you wouldn't be at school, and asked me to get you homework, I thought you'd be here today. Where were you?" His Dad asked placing Marc's dinner plate in front of him. Marc was able to edit himself just enough to leave out the blowjob, but every thing else about the day just rushed out of him. About how great Momma Tee was. And how she helped him learn make up, Because he had said that Marc was suppose to do everything he could to feel comfortable putting it on. and now he was. And about how great a guy Angel was. And how he was so masculine but dressed I drag. And how he came up with a great female name for himself, Marcy, but he didn't need to call him that just yet. And about the party. And that he hoped his Father didn't mind him going to a party like that. It was when he realized that he'd enthusiastically admitted that he was going to a drag queen party, with drag queens, made up in drag himself, that Marc started to slow down. "I have to admit, and be honest with you, that is about as far as I thought you would go when I said you needed to get comfortable with applying make up. But. If it made you his happy, how could I not approve. I never thought you would find yourself in that...world. But perhaps that's a good thing. These people sound like they can show you sides of yourself that you'd never know were there. So, a good day after all." "I'm so glad you said that. I really like them. Momma Tee is like this Aunt I never had." "In the days to come, such as with this party, you might find yourself doing things that, until now you would never have thought about. Maybe even thing that will, in a way, repulse you. But that's just your years of denial coming into play and perfectly natural. I want you to keep one thing in mind. Don't do anything that will harm you, or place yourself in a situation where you'll get hurt. But now is the time to experiment. Now is when testing your new sexuality will be the most beneficial. Experience comes first, finding out if it was something you enjoyed will happen afterwards," his father said with a wink. "What did you say about a name? You were going pretty fast." "Oh, they asked me what my female name was. I had been thinking a little about it and said Marcy. You know, just add a Y to the end of my name." "I had been thinking about that too. I think that Joan would be better. You can go with Joan or Joanie," his Father said in a serious tone. Marc sat a stunned at this. Something he'd never thought of. His father was usually right and usually had his best interest but that.... "Dad, that was Mom's name. I really don't think I want....." "But the house is suppose to have a Joan Jacobs for so long. You can go by JJ if you want. It can stand for either Joan Jacobs or even Joanie Junior. That almost still sounds a little masculine. But we'll know it's for Joan." "Yea, I can see that. JJ. That would be cool." His father changed the subject to the make up that Marc had brought home. He showed his Dad a few of the items, explained what they did and promised to use them at least once a day. To keep developing the skills he picked up that day. But it had been a long day and Marc soon was up to his bed. It was when he was getting out of his clothes that he found the small dried wet patch in his underwear. He guessed he must have cum too when Angel shot off in his mouth, but didn't feel it. The nest two days at school pretty well flew by for Marc. He still couldn't think of himself as JJ yet. Being excited about the party was one thing. Having Angel call him every 10 minutes was another. They quickly became real gal pals. Angel had something planed for the party but wouldn't tell Marc, it was going to be a big surprise. Their conversations kept getting more and more detailed and Marc found himself having them in the hallways of the school. He ducked into one of the men's rooms, grabbed a stall when Angel started going over what Marc needed to bring to his apartment when they got dressed up. "Not that much. You got girl panties, right?" Angel asked over the phone. "Tons. Do I need a bra or pantyhose or..." "No, I got you covered on that. Maybe bring some of the foundation Momma gave you. Mine's going to be too dark for your skin tone, white girl. I would say just shave yourself down and gaff yourself up and we'll be set. Are you getting excited?" he squealed. "I am, but what the hell's a gaff?" "GIRL! You really are new to this. A gaff is like a panty but you pull it up and it hides your dick. You still got a dick that needs hiding, right?" "For now. I've been looking for something like that. Damn. Don't suppose it's something girlfriends lead each other." "Love you girl, but not that much. I'm closer so I'll swing by Mommas on the way home and pick you up one. Show you how it goes when you get here. Foreman's calling me, later babe." "Later," Marc said clicking his phone shut, and giving the toilet a flush to make it seem like he was doing something in there beside gossiping on the phone. When Marc left the stall he found a couple of his old teammates at the sink. Being really quite. "Hey guys," he said trying to make it like old time. "Yea, hey Marc. Nice seeing you," was the most he could hear as the guys moved out. Well Marc figured, no longer on the team, no longer a friend then. Marc waited as long as he could to shave himself down on Saturday afternoon. He had only done touchups since his fist big shave down but, he had gotten better at it. Soon enough he was almost perfectly smooth from the chin down again. He was just going to go for it and lose the dick hair, but Angel still had his so, Marc kept his. He threw a couple of things into a backpack and headed out for Angel's apartment. It wasn't that far from Momma Tee's store, but the area wasn't quite as nice. Not that Momma Tee's was in an area he'd want to be caught in after dark. As a guy, better yet a girl. He found a placed to park on the street and hoped he filled the parking meter with enough change to cover the night. He found the apartment building and buzzed the number that Angel had given him. The little tag next to the button said "Davis" but Angel's last name was Covasos. "Yea," a voice boomed through the ancient speaker. "Uhh, Hi, it's Marc to see Angel? Is this the..." but before he could finish the door buzzed open so Marc could get in. Angel had said he lived with a guy, Antoine. Marc figured that who answered the buzzer. And from Angel's description of the 6'4" black correctional institute guard he lived with, that's who the giant black man who opened the door had to be. Marc again feeling on the verge of crapping his pants. He had to stop that. "Your Marc?" the voice boomed. "Yes," Marc answered almost as a question. "Angel's friend Marc?" "Yes." "Really?" the giant said in a softer voice, almost concerned. "I'm getting that a lot. I know I don't look the part...." In a blur of action and hysteria Angel burst from a back room, looking far more female than the Latino tough from the shop should have been able to pull off, and ran for Marc. "We don't have time we don't have time..." Angel yelled, grabbing Marc by the hand and dragging him to the bedroom. "Strip girl!!!" "Wow, you look great," Marc said pulling up his shirt and starting to undo his jeans. "Why thank you," Angel said taking a moment for a brief curtsey. "Amazing what a lot of stretch fabric and padding will do." Marc noticed as Angel hurried around the room that he was encased in different forms of underclothing from just below his chest on down. His legs were covered in sheer hose. Instead of the regular panties like Marc worn, his were longer reaching up to his waist, and seemed to be acting like a girdle almost. Bringing his waist in to a more feminine curve. When he turned around though, April ass was stunning and 100% his. "Where can I get an as like that?" Marc muttered as he found himself, standing with almost all his body hair shaved off, only wearing a pair of women's panties, nothing covering his budding breasts, in the bedroom of a Latino drag queen whose giant of a boyfriend was drinking beer in the next room. But his father had told him to try new experiences. "Genetics and being lazy. OH, here's the gaff. Slip that on first." Angel handed Marc as small thong like piece of clothing. He moved it around some to see how it worked and, it was pretty evident what went where. He pulled off his panties, pulled up the gaff, adjusted his soft penis into the correct position and pulled back. Immediately he was as smooth in the crotch as if he had been born that way. This is what it was going to look like in just a few short weeks. Of course then, it wouldn't only LOOK like he no longer had a dick.... He couldn't stop rubbing his hand over the now empty space. Angel was still moving like lightning getting things set for him so, he figured he's better get his panties back on and be ready for what's next. With his undies back in place, the full impact of how female he now looked overwhelmed him for a second, but a deep breath and the mental reassurance from his father that he was doing the right thing brought Marc back to the moment. "Works great. Like I said been trying to find something like that. Pulling back on my underlies just wasn't doing it." "There are times when I'm dressing up that having this dumb old dick gets pretty sick, but I still like the option, if you know what I mean." Angel said laughing and tossing Marc a pair of panty hose that looked darker than the ones he was wearing. "Yea, well, in two weeks no more option over here," Marc said sitting on the edge of the bed and beginning to roll the hose up. "Do I do these both at the same time?" But Angel was standing in the doorway of his giant closet with him mouth hanging down to his knees. At least something was able to stop his train wreck of a commotion. "Did I just hear you right? "Yea, I didn't buy myself pantyhose but the kind that's attacked to a..." "No Marc! No more option? You're going in for.....the operation in a few weeks?" "Yea. My Dad had it all arraigned. I go in for tests after next weekend. I think it'll be good. Good to get it done. Certain medical reasons, and it would happen sooner than late anyway so, need to be done, you know." Angel shook his head. "You are either the bravest girl I even met or the craziest guy. Here, see if this fits." He tossed Marc a panty girdle like he was wearing, but this had something extra. "What are these, like a fake butt?" Marc said rubbing his hands over two pillow like additions to the seat of the garment. "Don't get me wrong. Marc's got an ass I would eat off of for days!! But Marcy's got to get more booty in her boot." "Oh yea, I changed that. Going with JJ. Guess, you know, girls can't make up their mind," he said beginning to pull the fabric up. And not having a lot of success with it. "Can I get some help here?" Angel came over and help Marc tug the tight fabric up his body and smooth it out. It was then that Marc saw that the fingernails he saw on Angel back at the shop that seemed just a little too long for a guys, were not coated with deep red nail polish. Expertly done and shimmering like diamonds. Maybe for all his insane enthusiasm, maybe Angel did know what he was dong when it came to drag. The two men dressing as woman were now very close to each other. Marc could smell the musky scent that Angel had the other day in the shop. While Angel was enjoying the scrubbed fresh scent of Marc who had so recently come >from the shower. The two friend hesitated briefly as their lips were dangerously close. But a clink of a beer bottle being retrieved from the kitchen reminded them of Antoine's presence, and size. How small the apartment was and how big the man was. "Thanks. WOW look at that," Marc said getting a glimpse of himself in the mirror. His waist had been pulled in considerable, shifting some of the flesh up to make his chest point out just a bit more. With the padded ass he looked closer to being a woman that he ever had up till then. "These are so sweet," Angel said tweaking Marc's nipples again. "Hey, do you mind?" Angel grabbed marc's hand again and led him into the living room. Antoine was sitting in front of the TV, watching a movie and enjoying a beer. Marc felt more than a little uneasy finding himself about to be paraded in front of this mountain of masculinity, as he was dressed so much like a girl. "Antoine. Look at these. Aren't they adorable?" Angel said drawing his lover's attention to Marc's small tits. Antoine barely moved his head to see what Angel was talking about, then looked back at the TV. "Very nice. But they look expensive. And you cost me enough money as is." With an annoyed growl Angel dragged Marc back to the bedroom. After checking a few last things, it was make up time. Angel started with putting both their hair in sheer caps that completely covered the tops of their heads. He explained it would be easier to attach the wigs later on. One of the many things marc hadn't thought about, but it made sense once Angel did. No way that his own hair would pass for a girls yet. Not enough there to style. Barely enough there to comb really. While Momma had been nurturing and instructional, Angel was a commando as drag make up. Arms flew, hands fluttered. If Momma had been painting a portrait, Angel was a graffiti artist. But where Momma had style, Angel had a flair for this. Soon both young men were looking less and less like, well young men. Eyebrows were covered completely with make up and new ones etched on their brows. Cheekbones were highlighted in reds, not subtle skin tones. Marc learned that even with fake eyelashes, doing the mascara right was still important. As was not getting the glitter in his eyes. Ending with Angel showing him how to add volume and area to one's lips, simply by not just applying make up to them, but around them too. Marc found himself much less hesitant to look in the mirror when done this time. He was certainly surprised at what he saw though. Where, again, with Momma he could still see himself under all the make up, there was no sign of Marc left. And he shockingly looked hot. What the fuck. He couldn't pass as a 'born' woman, but as this borderline clown drag queen, he almost could. Marc actually found himself thinking that he looked more like a woman made up to be a drag queen than he did a man made to look like a woman to look like a drag queen. As Marc was getting used to his make up, Angel headed back into the bathroom, pushing and pulling his chest into a bra with inserts to give him an incredible cleavage. By the time he was done, Angel out titted Marc by several cup sizes. "If you can do that with what you got already, you don't need the real things." "I want titties!!! Anyway, here try this," Angel said handing Marc a padded bra. "Aww, don't I get to flaunt my tits too?" he said snapping the clasp, turning it around and adjusting his small breasts into the cups. Which were dwarfed by the almost D cup bags of gel hanging off the front. "I thought that might be too much for your first night. You're being a great sport so far but, baby steps sometimes, baby. Look what I got for you though!!!" Angel ran to the closet and pulled out a hanger with a dress attached. Well not really a dress. "A cheerleader outfit!? It's not a Halloween party is it?" "Come on! You're going to look GREAT! Your being on the football team gave me the idea. I got this a while back but it's too big for me. Should fit you perfectly. With those legs and arms, but with the tits, you're going to be freaking awesome." "Not just a freak?" "Just try it. Come on, stand up," Angel said getting Marc to his feet. He was first handed the typical large cheerleader briefs. The ones everyone that were made for the crowds to take a peek at during routines. Then they carefully pulled the dress down over Marc's head, making sure not to smudge his make up. "Where did you get this anyway? It's from my school's rival team." "Thrift store, late last year. Going to have to show you the drag queen's best friend, the second had store and the staff who don't care what you buy." "Then this must have....oh my god I know who wore this!!" Marc said excitedly. "They had this huge foreign transfer student last year. Christ, we were all hoping to get into her panties. Guess...since I'm wearing them, this means...I win!" The two guys laughed enough to make Antoine let them know they were making too much noise. Once the back of the cheerleader outfit was zipped up, Marc could see that Angel was right. There was something oddly masculine but feminine about him at the same time. His exposed legs in the sheer stockings were are too large for a woman, not to mention his guns that hung out the sleeveless openings. But the smoothness of them, along with the padding for the ass and the fake breasts, which strained the front of the outfit, looked girlie, but tough. If it wasn't encased in so much fabric, he might have been able to get a hard on again. "OK?" Angel asked hopefully. "As long as you got shoes to match." "You're the best sister I never had. Here. Take a seat and put these on. I'm going to get dressed." Angel said handing Marc a pack of fake fingernails. Not incredibly long, not like Momma's but up till then he'd never thought about what he was going to do with his fingers. "Just remove the tape from the back and place them on the tips of your fingers. We're also going to get those nails of your in shape." "Well, like my eyebrows, can't really do anything that'll draw attention to myself at school just yet." Marc said adding the fake plastic nails to the end of his fingers. He was surprised at how well they stayed on. He thought back to getting out of the bathroom stall and facing the guys from his old team. Needless to say, if they gave him the cold shoulder then. Looking into the mirror, the only thing left of Marc was...well nothing. The closest thing to Christina Aguilera with out it actually being Christina Aguilera walked back into the room. Somehow Angel had found low rise jeans that looked tighter than his skin would have been. If it hadn't been for the time and all the embroidery Marc would have thought he's painted them on. What looked like a perfect new white men's shirt had been tied just below Angel's breasts, leaving the buttons undone to keep the cleavage happening. Between the pants and the shirt his seriously hard 6 pack gave an erotic touch. Instead of his black hair, Angel's face was framed in a long dark blonde wig. Just the right color to accent his skin tone and make his eyes jump out. Angel was very good at this drag thing. "Holy crap Angel," Marc said softly. "A little more time to plan and next time, you're going to look twice this hot. Here, let's get this wig on you. Angel fussed with the blonde wig he got for Marc for a bit. It was a lighter shade but not nearly as long as the one Angel wore. While his reached past his fake chest, Marc's stopped just short of his shoulders. Not a blunt cut, but not long. After some fussing and some hair spraying, Angel dragged Marc to the full length mirror. "I'm not seeing Marc anymore," Angel said with a wicked smile. "I don't think I even see JJ." The person in the mirror clearly wasn't a man or a woman. It was a bizarre sexual being that looked innocent thanks to the perfectly presented cheerleader outfit, but almost dangerous due to all the muscles. The face was cute at one angle and, hot at another. Marc couldn't help but think he looked like a Disney Princess and Villain at the same time. "Naw, you need a drag name." "What's yours" Marc asked. "I SO lucked out. In my culture, Angel works both for a guy and a gal. I just have a harder time living up to it when I'm a girl. Oh I KNOW!!!" Angel said getting his burst of energy back. "You got the ruffle of the skirt but you look fucking tough...... TRUFFEL!!!" Marc started laughing quietly. "Now I know I've gone insane." Marc went though Angel's shoes trying to find a good pair, while Angel decked himself out in more jewelry than Marc new a person could wear. No way he was going to be able to handle high heels on his first time out, and it didn't go with the outfit anyway. Then Angel had a heart attack when Marc suggested he just pout back on the Sketchers he'd worn to the apartment. They settled on a shiny pair of classic school girl saddle shoes that Angel had bought in the afternoon he considered Britney better than Christina. A fact Marc was sworn never to mention to anyone. "Damn it, what about my wallet? I can't like shove it in my panties or..." Angel just looked at Marc like he couldn't believe what was being said. "You have been a blonde for, what 10 minutes? Gee, I don't know Truffle, what would a woman use to carry her money and shit around in?" Angel said tossing Marc a purse. "Oh yea." "Oh yea. Stay close to me tonight sweetie. I don't want you wandering off into traffic." For all the things that would go down that night, and it was still going to be a hell of a night for Marc, in the days that followed, looking back, it was the gleam in Antoine's eye when Angel presented themselves to him that got him the most uncomfortable. Up to that point, Marc had only been seen to every human being on the planet as a guy. And guys were not made the objects of lust that he now apparently was to this giant of a man. Marc was having enough trouble dealing with his own changing sexuality. He wasn't prepared what had to be considered someone enjoying Marc's change as much as Antoine was. The man did live with Angel though, so there had to be something in his...background, chemistry that attacked him to girls like Marc. It wasn't because he towered over Marc or that he was black, it was just that he was a man who looked like he really wanted to fuck him. And the fact that he didn't have a pussy yet seemed to be a plus. Marc kept coming back to the thought that, up till then, HE was the one who had been doing all the decision making as to who would get fucked. That was changing too. Strangely while Antoine agreed to drive them to the party, he wanted nothing to do with it. Angel being as much of a drag queen as he could handle at one time. He parked down the block from the party and stopped the two guys before they launched themselves out of the car. "Angel, now listen to me girl. Going to use a word you're not comfortable with. Responsible. You're responsible for your little friend here tonight. Watch out for her. Be. Responsible," he said forcibly. "All right, all right, OK Popi!" Angel said going in and kissing his man enough to let him know how much he was desired, but not enough to smear his make up. The two young guys dressed as girls headed up the street and were met by Momma and a small army of other drag girls. His new look was celebrated and his name "Truffle' cheered as the most original they had heard in a long time. There was no way that Marc was ever going to remember all of their names or remember any of the faces. He just held on a tight as he could, stuck next to Angel as best as she's let him and tried to enjoy the ride. The warehouse that had been turned into the club amazed Marc. The lights, the people, the blaring music. He got a little dizzy from it all but soon understood how to handle it. There did seem to be more guys who were guys than guys who were girls that night. But the crowd was defiantly appreciative of all the ladies who turned up. And his cheerleader outfit was having the effect Angel thought it would. Thankfully Marc still had the reactions and the arm muscles to just about snap off a few stray fingers that landed places they hadn't been invited. Much to the amusement of Angel who applauded what he kept calling the Cheerleader Commando. Momma Tee bought him his first non-beer drink of his life, an Appltini. Tasted more like hard liquor than an apple but, Marc was still there to experience new things. Maybe this could be one of the things he learned not to do again. Someone had mentioned one of these Apple Martinis to him? Couple of weeks back. Was it LeRoy going off on the swim team again, that sounded right. Guy sure had his problems with the swim team. "DANCE!" Angel yelled into Marc's face over the music. "No fucking way!!" "Hot guys on the dance floor. Not next to Momma!!" "Hey!" Momma yelled, but then she looked around and shrugged. "She's right!" "Just for a minute to prove how much I hate it," Marc said throwing back the rest of his drink. "Can't believe I'm saying this, Momma, please watch my purse." Angel and Marc were again hand in hand as they walked down the steps to the dance floor. Between the crush of people, the blaring music and the light going from flooding the area to keeping in a flashing strobe, it was almost a sensory overload experience. Marc wasn't sure if he was getting dizzy from the onrush of everything happening at once, or from downing the damn drink too fast. Flowing Angel lead they got into the groove of the floor. Moving to the music instead of picking out a partner to dance with. Not that this didn't happen from time to time. Marc would find himself dancing alone in the crowd, but then suddenly with a short stocky Asian man with his shirt off, then a flash of strobe and he was alone again. Another flash of strobe and he was dancing with a girl much taller than him, dark haired Goth girl who kept her mustache for some reason. Thankfully she was gone by the time Marc gave up trying to suppress the laugh. Then it was a nun with an face made up to be as close to a clown as Marc had even seen on a drag queen. But she also looked like she was having more fun than anyone else Marc had seen on the floor. The lights flashed on and off in a rhythmic strobe. Marc could see that someone was dancing with him again. The lights weren't constant enough to get even a close look. Just hints of strong muscles with one flash. Maybe dark black skin shown with the next flash. In the darkness the sudden glint of eyes happy to catch a glimpse of marc in the darkness. Which is when he moved closer and took Marc's waist in his large hands. Marc was again going to go commando on the guy but, it was what the dance floor was for. The strobe lights suddenly flashed several times quickly then, as a slow tune came over the speakers, the dance floor was flooded in light. Marc's dance partner slowed down his movements and pulled him closer for a dance to the more romantic tune. Marc's dance partner. The great looking black teen dressed head to toe in a white outfit. Marc's dance partner who smiled in great appreciation when he saw the cheerleader he was beginning to grind his groin into. Marc's dance partner, LeRoy Bridge, one of Marc's best friends since grade school and the new Captain of the football team.