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Been a while since I last submitted stuff... real life got in the way...
I'm a college student again ||
Anyway, hope to get things out on a regular schedule again soon.
The Life and Times of Bethany Clark
by LaMystika ([email protected])
Chapter 4 - Leon
After we got back home, Will immediately collapsed on my couch, and
comically let out his belt.
"Man, I forgot how good IHOP's French toast was," Will said, trying to
stick out his belly.
"Hmm, I suppose you haven't changed either," I joked, peeling my sneakers
off. "You're not nearly as fat as you think you are. In fact, I don't
think you're fat at all."
"I think you need glasses then, Beth," Will replied. "Look at me.
There's a reason everyone we met growing up thought you never got any
food."
"All right, fine," I relented. "You're a bit big, but I think you look
healthy. In fact, I'm shocked you weren't cast to be in Notorious. You
look just like Biggie, you know."
"Don't I know it? I was like a minor celebrity on campus because of the
resemblance. Just like I'm sure you were a minor celebrity, but for a
different reason."
"Um, I need to call my stylist about my appointment," I said, quickly
changing the subject. I headed off to the bathroom to make my call.
Confirming my appointment for 3 pm, I told Will that I was going to take a
nap for a couple of hours, and I asked that he wake me up at 2.
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Ugh, I couldn't sleep. I was lost in thought. What Will had said about
college weighed heavily on my mind. But even before that, I thought about
the incident that had truly set me on the path towards womanhood.
I couldn't believe that I actually allowed my military buddies to drag me
out tonight. It wasn't like I was doing anything at home, but I decided
it was probably better to go out and hang with the fellas, if only to get
them stop the constant questioning about my sexual preference.
"So let me get this straight, Leon: you don't smoke, you don't drink, and
you're still a virgin? Are you GAY!?"
Ugh, I thought it was 'don't ask, don't tell'? These guys obviously
didn't get the memo.
For once, I decided to look at the bright side. Maybe I can find a woman
who actually likes me tonight. Someone who can look past my quirks and
realize I'm a damn good catch. And maybe, if I had a girlfriend, I won't
have to dress up like a girl myself anymore. Here's hoping.
The club was busy, as it typically was on a Friday night. The women
looked good, they smelled good, and most of them really knew how to dance.
The guys that I came with didn't take long in finding someone to try to
bed, but to my horror I quickly discovered that I still wasn't interested.
Maybe I'm just not a club person. And maybe I'm a fucking idiot for
thinking I could ever find the kind of girl I like in a place like this.
After my usual accomplishment of failing before I even tried, I resigned
myself to my usual position at clubs, holding up a wall in a remote
corner, people watching as always. I don't know what my damn problem is.
I think deep down I actually WANT to enjoy myself, but I have no idea how
to actually DO it. I feel like I'm the only guy who has this problem.
What the hell is wrong with me?
I was so lost in thought that I had no idea that there was a woman
standing in front of me waving her hand in front of my face. "HELLO, are
you alive?" She asked me with an irritated tone in her voice.
I was brought back into reality and I saw a beautiful woman looking back
at me. She was just at my eye level, probably because of the heels she's
wearing, and she looked good, wearing a light blue halter top and a pair
of dark blue jeans. Taking a quick look at the floor, I noticed that she
was in fact wearing heels. Her perfume smelled wonderful, and the smell
lingered in my nose. Not that there was anything wrong with that, of
course.
"Why is a cute guy like you hiding in the corner?" the woman asked. I
subconsciously did the same thing I always did in these situations: I
looked away towards the floor. "I dunno," I answered without even looking
at her.
"I'm up here sweetie," she said to me, holding my chin and forcing me to
look her in the eye. "I'm Amy. What's your name?"
"...Leon," I stammered out.
"C'mon, Leon, dance with me. I won't bite," Amy said in a sweet
schoolgirl voice. "Please?"
One of my fatal flaws was that I never could turn down a woman who said
"please" the way she just did. I reluctantly pulled himself out of the
corner and got on the dance floor with Amy. I didn't really do too much,
I just followed Amy and basically reacted to whatever she was doing. This
went on for about 20 minutes, then Amy began to dance with her back
towards me. It didn't take long for her to start grinding her hips into
me, and it became increasingly obvious to me (who had one drink in the
last 3 years, hated it and vowed to never bow to peer pressure and drink
again) that Amy had had a few too many.
"You're a great dancer," Amy slurred out. I really don't why she said
that; I hadn't actually done anything. Amy turned around and threw her
arms around my neck. "And you're SOOO cute, too." With that, Amy leaned
in and kissed me. It was hardly as pleasant as I had been believed this
to be. I could smell alcohol on her breath. I hate alcohol. I don't
understand how people could even drink the stuff. I don't think I ever
finished a beer in my life. They all taste awful.
Still though, this kiss did feel good, perhaps a little TOO good. Oh God.
I quickly pulled away from her, hoping that she didn't notice that I had
an erection in my pants. However, I wasn't thinking about being with her
at all; rather, I was thinking about how much I wanted to BE her. I had
been looking intently at her since we started dancing; her clothes, her
movement, and I was taking small mental notes on how to dance just like
her. It must be great to be so free of inhibitions like that, to know
that guys want you. I want to be a girl that guys like.
OH MY GOD, what is wrong with me!?
"I, uh... I need to use the bathroom," I quickly blurted out, the only
thing I could think to say. With that said, I quickly darted off, not to
the bathroom, but out of the club to my car. I was going home... this
night was over.
Almost immediately upon returning to my apartment, I double locked the
door and headed off to the bathroom. Taking off my clothes, I took a
shower, making sure to use scented body wash instead of the normal soap I
usually used. Taking a razor, I shaved my legs, and upon stepping out of
the shower, I carefully shaved my face. Twenty minutes later, I was
wearing a black dress that reached mid thigh, along with 4 inch peep toe
heels. I had makeup and jewelry on, and I was wearing a wig of long wavy
black hair. I learned how to walk in heels long ago, and I glided my way
over to the full length mirror in the bedroom, and just stared at the
reflection.
This is me. This is who I really am. Leon is just a mask.
In those days, my female side really didn't have a name. It was merely
something that I did to relieve tension. Whenever I had a bad day, I
would just go home and get dressed up and all of my problems went away.
The only problem I had was getting out of the clothes when I had to resume
my male life. Oftentimes, I had to resort to extreme measures in order to
take off my female clothes. This night was no different.
I went over to my laptop and set up my webcam to point at my bed and
turned it on. I playfully crawled onto the bed, making sure to move as
seductively as I knew how. I began talking dirty to the camera, making no
attempt to hide the fact that I was a man dressed up like a woman, and in
fact that turned me on far more than Amy, or any woman for that matter,
ever did. A small part of that troubled me greatly.
I slowly pulled my dress up over my hips and pulled my member from out of
my panties. It stood at attention immediately, all 8 inches of it. I
began to stroke it with my left hand, while roaming over my flat
underdeveloped body with my right hand. I began to moan like the women in
porn I saw over the years, and just then, I suddenly had the urge to try
something drastic.
I guided my right hand down towards my hind quarters and slowly began to
finger myself. Before long, I had pushed two fingers inside of my
forbidden entrance. Two became three, and this act turned me on even
more, and before long I reached orgasm. I began to moan loudly and I
thrashed about, shooting my male essence all over my bed sheets. It was
the most intense orgasm I had ever had.
I was awash with guilt, suddenly feeling completely drained. I headed off
to the bathroom to clean myself up, and after cleaning up my sheets, I
immediately collapsed onto my bed, buried my face into my pillow, and
began to cry.
"What the hell is wrong with me?" I yelled out into the pillow. "I'm a
freak, and I'm gonna be a freak for the rest of my life! I shouldn't be
doing this... guys don't do things like this!"
I continued to cry uncontrollably, even as I went to sleep. This happened
a lot in those days.
When I woke up, I headed to the bathroom to wash up. I noticed that my
wig cap was still on from the night before. I took it off, only to notice
that my hair began to fall from my head like a waterfall, reaching down to
my chest. It was a lot longer than it was the night before. It actually
looked like the wig I had on last night. How did my hair get this long?
I then noticed my chest. I left my breastforms on too? Taking my shirt
off, I then noticed that it was actually my chest. I had boobs!!
This is the best start to a day EVER!! Let's see if I changed any down
below too. I reached down under my pants, and then...
I woke up. Damn it, it was just a dream. It felt so... so REAL. I
actually started to cry when I felt myself up and realized that I still
had a skinny 130 lb. male body. With yet another erection.
But then, all of a sudden, a light came on in my head. Suddenly,
everything started to make sense. I had an epiphany, a vision of clarity.
For the first time in my life, my eyes were truly open.
"I'm NOT a man," I said out loud. "I'm a woman... I always have been. It
explains everything. Why I dress in women's clothes, why I can't pleasure
myself unless I see myself as a girl, and even all the things I do I don't
want my coworkers to know about... it all makes sense! I'm a woman!"
With a sense of clarity that I never had before, I went over to my laptop
and began to look up transgender topics. I had a passing interest before,
but today I looked them up more intently, soaking up the knowledge like a
sponge. It was on that day that my transition to womanhood truly began.
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"Hey sis, wake up," was the only thing that I heard. Waking from my
slumber, I immediately sat up in my bed. "What time is it?" was the only
thing I could think to say.
"It's 2:05," Will answered. "Don't you have someplace to go?"
"Yeah," I replied. "I need to fix my face and change clothes. Ooh, I'm
such a mess right now." I forced myself out of bed with what little
energy I could muster and headed off towards the bathroom. Thirty minutes
later, I had myself done up enough to go out to get my hair done.
"I'll be back in a little while bro," I said to my brother. "When I get
back you can have the car and get everything planned out, okay?"
"Sure, sis, no problem. See you later."
Fay
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