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The Perfect Day
For Stacy, every day is a perfect day. This one was even better.
Her eyes opened and glanced at the clock next to the bed. 4:14 am. It
was too early, she thought in excited disappointment. I have to wait
another half an hour or else I will miss my chance. She looked over at
her husband Paul. He was turned over on his side facing away from her,
his breathing slow. His naked body was covered with the thin cotton
sheet of the bed, outlining his beautiful hips and strong legs. Just
another half an hour.
She was not able to fall back to sleep so she had waited in the silent
minutes, thinking about how she wanted her day to play out. Finally, at
4:45 am, Stacy slipped from the bed, careful not to disturb Paul with
her movement. She was wearing the soft pink satin night gown that he
had given her for Christmas, the quiet rustle of the gown adding to her
anticipation. She loved wearing it to sleep, its soft material cradling
her tender breasts and the supple skin of her thighs, but it was too
long to suit her needs for what she was going to do next. She walked
into the bathroom, shut the door without a sound, and turned the vanity
light on. She slipped the gown over her head and paused to look at
herself in the mirror.
Stacy had been taking the prescribed small doses of the hormones for
almost two years, and her body was finally looking more like a woman
than a young man. She caressed her petite breasts as she gazed in
wonder. Paul had gotten her the implants last April and her nipples
were now the size of half dollars. She was still a bit tender, but it
was a small sacrifice to pay for her wonderful breasts. She had cried
the day of the surgery, thanking Paul over and over for his kindness.
They had been dating for about a year and it was understood that the
implant surgery was an engagement gift, much like the brilliant ring he
placed on her finger the night before she went in.
Stacy ran her hand down the side of her body, feeling the softness of
her skin. The hormones had smoothed her skin, added curves to her hips
and thighs and softened her face. Her original figure was slight, and
she was effeminate as a young man, but these changes were what she
always imagined it would be like to be a real girl. A few tears came to
her eyes as she thought of the wonderful man in her bed and all that he
had done for her.
She heard the faint movement from the bed and realized that Paul had
turned over. Shit!! She had lost track of time while in her quiet
reflection. She quickly grabbed the babydoll nighty that she had laid
out the night before, pulled it over her head and reached for the
lubricant. She dabbed a small bit on her finger, lifting her foot onto
the top of the sink and carefully rubbed the gel on the rim of her ass.
Dabbing a larger amount, she pushed her finger into the hole and smeared
it on the inside then inserted a second finger to help loosen the
muscles of her ass. She was ready. She turned off the bathroom light
and quietly opened the door. Her eyes adjusted after a second and she
could see that Paul had turned over on his back and pulled off the
covers. His six inches of cock was standing straight as a flagpole. It
was like clockwork; every morning, he would get a raging erection from
some animalistic dream or subconscious arousal. It had been happening
for months, and, of course, she normally took advantage of it.
Stacy slipped onto the bed, trying not to disturb Paul. Her little
penis was already at its full four inches and making a small tent in her
nighty, but at least it would be out of the way for what she had in
mind. She moved her legs over the top of his stomach and straddled him
facing his sleeping body. With a practiced hand, she spread her cheeks
and moved her waiting hole right on top of his cock, slipping quickly
down onto it. The stab of pain subsided immediately and she felt the
warmth of his erection inside of her. She started to move up and down
on his cock when his eyes opened and stared right into her face.
A smile came to his lips and he said softly, "Good morning, my beautiful
bride." She smiled back at him, not saying a word. Instead, she
started to move faster, taking more and more of his cock into her hole,
her tiny penis bouncing on his tummy every time she came down. His hips
started to move in harmony with her and soon they were fucking like mad.
He was sweating now and she could tell he would cum soon. His face
turned into a mirror of agony and ecstasy as he grabbed her hips with
his large hands. Stacy was moaning aloud with the pleasure of his cock,
her eyes wide with her own pleasure. With a grunt and a wild
abandonment, Paul shot his cum deep inside her, his cock pulsing with
the energy of his orgasm. He continued to pump her until he was
finished unloading his juice. Stacy flexed her sphincter muscle and
pulled up on his cock, milking it for all it had. He smiled and pulled
her down to him and kissed her passionately, his tongue moving with
hers.
They had lain that way for a moment when Stacy climbed off of his now
softening cock. She patted him on the chest, kissed him, and said,
"Good morning, my handsome husband."
Stacy moved into the bathroom and grabbed a Kotex longline panty liner
from the cabinet and walked into the closet. She could hear Paul
getting out of bed and heading for the bathroom. Grabbing a high cut
panty from the drawer, she called out to him, "I will make you breakfast
while you're in the shower."
"You are too good to me, Stacy," Paul called out. She smiled while she
stepped into the panty, then applied the panty liner to the crotch and
pulled it up. It was tight, a size too small, but she would take a run
this morning and she needed to be well put together. The panty liner
served two purposes--to catch the dribbles of cum from this morning's
sex, and to give her the rounded shape of a woman's crotch that she knew
would show when she ran. She slipped on a tight pair of shorts and a
sport bra and stepped into the bathroom to look at Paul.
He was just stepping into the shower, his still stretched penis hanging
loose from the workout. His angular body was nearly hairless and his
muscular chest formed an Adonis-like V as it tapered to his rippling
abdomen. She felt a twinge of excitement in her own crotch, but she
wasn't ready for that just yet. She wanted to save it for tonight.
Living with hormone treatments, she came to understand that she would
only be able to orgasm once today, and she wanted that to be tonight,
when she could enjoy it for more than just a few minutes.
When he came down to the kitchen, he surprised her by putting his hand
on her ass as he snuck up from behind. She was at the stove frying a
few pieces of bacon and didn't hear him. He pulled her long brown hair
to the side and kissed her neck and whispered, "I would make a fortune
if I could sell an alarm clock that woke every man like that." Stacy
turned around and kissed him on the mouth with passion. He put his arms
around her and she melted into him. Oh, what a wonderful man. They
pulled away and he sat down at the breakfast table, watching her at the
stove. She could feel his eyes on her ass as she finished the bacon.
"Do you like what you see? You can have more of that tonight.? She
looked at him with her sexiest eyes and he smiled.
?Did you forget the Realtor Dinner that we are attending tonight?? He
reminded her.
?No, I remember. I know it might not be that romantic, but that doesn?t
mean we can?t have fun,? she said with a wicked grin. He got a look in
his eyes that belied his immediate concern. ?Oh, don?t worry. I won?t
embarrass you,? she said. He smiled at that but she could tell that he
didn?t believe her.
?I am closing the Hendricks Commercial deal this afternoon, so you will
have to meet me there. Do you want me to have Ron pick you up?? Ron
was his junior administrative assistant at Paul?s Real Estate Brokerage.
?No, I can manage. I will catch a cab or have Lisa drive me,? Stacy
replied. ?I am playing tennis with her at the club and then having
lunch.?
?You see my sister more than I do,? Paul said, with a hint of irony.
?Are you sure that she doesn?t know??
?Not a chance. She and I are like sisters, not sisters-in-law. She
would have said something by now.? Stacy loved the company of Paul?s
sister. Lisa is an executive of the New York City Chapter of Women In
Business, a privately funded company that supports professional women
all across the country that have a family or want to be mothers. But
Lisa did not know that Stacy was not really a woman. In fact, nobody
but her doctor knows that Stacy is biologically a man. And the most
wonderful aspect of that secret is that Paul and Stacy are legally
married.
Stacy was born as Stacy Kameron Smith, in Lincoln, Illinois. Stacy was
her Grandfather?s name, from a long line of Irish ancestry. A clerical
error on her birth certificate indicated that the sex of the child was
?female?, and as life provides, no one bothered to have it changed
throughout the years when she was growing up. Sure, she was constantly
plagued with problems with school records and when she renewed her
driver?s license, but the State of Illinois was quick to dismiss small
errors in record keeping. This fact is what made Stacy?s transition to
becoming a woman so much easier. Now, her driver?s license says that
she is female, her birth certificate still says she is female, and all
of her school records indicate that she is female. When she and Paul
applied for a marriage license, all of those documents were presented
and the application was approved. What would have been a nightmare for
most men was a blessing in disguise for Stacy.
?Well, tell Lisa that she is welcome to stop by the apartment anytime
that she wishes,? was Paul?s reply. He appreciated the tenacity of his
sister?s personality, but he was wary of it when it came to her
relationship with Stacy. He finished his breakfast, put on his suit
coat and swept Stacy up in a lover?s embrace. ?Behave yourself with
Lisa. She can be a bit overbearing at times.?
?I can handle her,? Stacy smiled and kissed him back. ?Go make some
money. I want to go on vacation.? Paul smiled at that and was out the
door.
After cleaning the kitchen, Stacy went upstairs to find a tank top for
her run. After she put her hair in a ponytail, she pulled on her pink
Nike socks and running shoes and was out the door by 6:45 am. She liked
to run around the neighborhood where she and Paul had their apartment.
Even though she was in New York City, she felt safe where she lived.
Most of the buildings were retail shops with apartments above, and they
lived in a building that housed a coffee joint, a small women?s clothing
shop and a shoe store. As she left the building, the doorman, Benny,
opened the door and smiled at her.
?Have a lovely run, Miss Stacy,? Benny said. She ran every morning, and
he was always at the door. Stacy trusted Benny because he seemed more
like a father than a doorman. He would often give her little bits of
advice on traffic and weather, and she would listen with attention and
interest. She mused that in his own way, Benny thought of her as a
daughter as well.
As she started to run, Stacy could feel the confinement of the tight
panty and the bits of cum dribbling onto the panty liner. She smiled at
the memory of this morning?s fun, and soon forgot any discomfort. It
was apparent that there were a few other people that were aware of her
running schedule because by the time she was two blocks from her
building, a few other runners were behind her. They were the same young
men that she ran with each day, but they would always hang back a few
yards. Stacy knew why, and instead of being angry, she enjoyed the
notoriety. Because she wore panties that were a size too small to hold
her together while she ran, her panty lines were clearly visible to
anyone bothering to notice. By the time she finished her run, she had
picked up about six admirers. She would always slow down the last block
and run with them before she stopped. She would smile and blow a kiss
to them as they continued their run. A few would turn around and wave.
Oh, the fun of being a girl.
Benny was holding the door for her as she approached the building.
?It?s nice to see that you have so many young men to keep an eye on you,
Miss Stacy,? he smiled as she walked through the door. He sounded
amused, but she could hear a hint of concern in his voice.
She stopped and turned to him, saying ?As long as you are here to
protect me, Benny, I have nothing to worry about.? She stepped up to
him and kissed him lightly on the cheek. He was clearly taken aback by
her show of affection, and for the first time in two years, he was
speechless. He made a slight bow and smiled at her. As she walked
toward the stairway, Stacy could hear him greeting the next patrons as
they walked to the door.
She was to meet Lisa at the Club at eleven o?clock this morning, so she
still had time to take a shower and do some shopping. She stripped off
her sweaty clothes and walked to the bathroom. Her naked body was tight
from the exercise, but instead of feeling tired, she felt exhilarated.
She ran every morning and in the afternoon did some form of cardio
exercise like yoga, tennis or swimming. Only when she had finished
healing from her implant surgery had she been able to do these
activities at the Club. Even when she swam laps in the pool, she had to
be careful to not linger in the open for fear that someone might suspect
the small mound in her suit was more than what a woman should have. But
the thrill of discovery still held a secret place in her mind, as it had
since she started dressing in her sister?s clothes many years ago.
Stacy looked at her naked body again in the mirror as she brushed her
teeth, thanking God that she no longer had to shave her face. When she
started to live as a woman on a permanent basis, facial hair was always
a source of anxiety and guilt for her. Since her hormones have stopped
the growth, only occasionally has she had a rogue whisker pop up, and
that was amusing because it would show up out of nowhere. She always
kept a small pair of shears in her purse for trimming those unwanted
hairs.
She stepped into the hot water of the shower and sighed as her muscles
relaxed. The exercise has kept her slim and fit, but the hot water on
her skin after a run was her real pleasure, almost always resulting in
an erection of her small penis. Today was no different, and she almost
succumbed to the temptation of pleasuring herself to relieve the
tension, but she was saving it for tonight. Instead, she lathered up
the bodywash and cleaned the sweat from her skin and hair, taking her
time to enjoy the hot water.
As Stacy stepped out of the shower, she heard the phone ringing in the
kitchen. She wrapped a towel around her dripping body and padded out to
the kitchen to find out who it was. When she answered, the Big Apple
Cab Company was confirming that a cab would pick her up in thirty
minutes at her address. She thanked the dispatch worker and set to
getting dressed for the morning. She would be shopping at some of the
upscale boutiques in the City so she had to dress as if price was no
matter. But first, her makeup and hair.
Stacy sat at her makeup table in the bedroom and started to apply the
light foundation that matched her Midwestern skin. Her face was
unblemished, and the smooth skin didn?t need to be hidden, so only a
thin layer was sufficient. She would be wearing a white skirt and blue
blouse, so her eyes shadow would be neutral with a touch of color to
highlight her green eyes. She still had a tendency to put on too much
eye liner and mascara, so she made a conscious effort to keep it simple
and let her eyes be the stars. She finished with a bit of blush to
highlight her cheeks and she was ready to get dressed.
Stacy loved this part of her day, trying on clothes for hours to get
just the right look. But she was on a tight schedule, so she was quick
and decisive in her selection. She pulled the red silk panties from her
lingerie drawer and stepped into them. The feeling of pulling silky
panties up her smooth legs always gave her a rush of excitement and she
felt her little penis twitch. No, not yet, she said to herself. We
have a full day. She pushed her testicles up into her body and tucked
her penis under and between her cheeks as she pulled up her panties.
She caught a look at herself in the mirror as she put on the matching
red lacy bra and marveled at her likeness to a real woman. She changed
her mind three times while she was putting on her skirt and finally
chose the mid thigh white skirt with frilly petticoat slip and the light
blue blouse that was cut so well that it accented her 36B breasts as
well as her flat tummy. Her hair has a natural curl to it, so she would
let it dry on the way into the City. Benny rang the door chime
announcing the arrival of her cab just as she was finishing putting on
the red lipstick that matched her nails as well as her panties and bra.
She grabbed her purse and bag for the Club and set out to do some
shopping.
Benny smiled as she walked up to the cab door he was holding for her.
?Off to do some shopping, Miss Stacy??
?Yes, thank you, Benny,? she said with her own smile. He was so sweet.
As the cab sped uptown, she wondered if he was paid well for what he
did. He always seemed to be at the door when she came and went.
Her first stop was Pierre?s, a small women?s clothing store that catered
to the individual woman instead of mass merchandising its product.
Pierre was the owner and only salesperson, preferring to keep his
clientele limited but lucrative. The women that came to his store were
lavished in perfumes, elegant jewelry, and the finest clothing. Nothing
was more important to Pierre than the service he provided.
?Oh, Stacy, Thank God!? Pierre came bustling out of the front door of
the store and exclaimed in a flamboyant French accented voice. ?It has
been ages since you have come to visit us. I have been worried sick
that you and that hunk of a husband may have left the city. Come in,
come in. I have been saving some exquisite lingerie just for you.?
Stacy was swept up by his excitement and they entered the store in a
flourish of compliments and salesmanship.
The store was small, but well displayed. Dresses of remarkable design
were adorning lifelike mannequins at the store front and windows. As
they continued through the shop the clothing changed to more casual
attire, and then to lingerie at the rear. An elaborate dais was
centered on the side wall with floor to ceiling mirrors angled so that
the customer could have a 360 degree look at the clothing to which she
was being fitted. To the left and right of the dais were changing rooms
that included vanity tables, antique settees, a complete bathroom, and a
full assortment of wrapped hosiery and accessories for the customer to
use as she is considering her selection of clothing. Pierre spared no
expense to please the women that came to his store, and that service is
what made him the best clothier in the city.
Pierre stopped abruptly and turned to face Stacy. He spoke in a soft
voice, as if he were telling a secret. ?I understand that your husband
is transacting a very important business venture this afternoon. You
will need something Fabulous to wear to the dinner tonight.?
?How did you know that?? Stacy exclaimed in her own soft voice, as if
reveling in the discovery of his secret. Her excitement was building.
She wanted to start trying on clothes. Oh, what a savvy salesman.
?I have my sources,? Pierre said, straightening up with an air of
dignified pride. ?I have taken the time to select an ensemble for you.
You will be as bright a star as your husband this evening. Please, come
into the boudoir.? He led her to the changing room to the left of the
dais and opened the door with a bow and smile.
Inside was a lone mannequin wearing a stunning full length black dress
with long sleeves that tapered to a point right above the hand. The
material felt like a soft silk, yet lacked the shine and rigidity of
silk. The neckline was cut with a modest, yet elegant show of cleavage,
but the back of the dress was cut all the way to the mannequin?s lower
back. The dress hung to the floor and had a daring slit on the right
side that parted the dress all the way to the hip. Oh, she would be a
star. It was so delicious.
?You like!? Pierre stated more than asked. ?I have selected the black
heels? he indicated the four inch beauties on the table, ?as well as the
choker and bracelet. I could not decide on the panties, so I have left
that up to you. Here are your choices.? He grabbed her elbow and moved
her to the dressing table near the bathroom. Lying on the table were
three elegant black panties in different styles. The sexy thong cut
deeply in the front and gathered to a jeweled ?T? that would have rested
nicely on the curve of her ass. He had selected a pair of boyshorts
that hung low at the hips and was made completely of soft lace. These
two were wonderful panties, and Stacy will likely take them home, but
they would not do well with her additional anatomy while wearing the
sexy black dress. The third black panty was perfect. It was a
Brazilian cut tanga panty made from the softest material she had ever
felt. She looked immediately at Pierre and he smiled and waved a hand
around the room.
?Your pleasure, Miss Stacy. Please indulge yourself to my humble
facility while I retrieve the lingerie that I have been so patiently
waiting to show you. I am sure that you will truly enjoy these
marvelous pieces.? Pierre backed out of the changing room with a bow
and a flourish, shutting the door as he left.
Stacy stripped to her red panties and bra as soon as the door was
closed. As she unhooked the bra, she gazed at her breasts in the
mirror. Her nipples were like tiny pointed darts from her excitement,
and she could feel a stirring in her crotch. She recalled the similar
arousal of excitement as she would play dress-up with her sister?s
clothes when she was a young boy. She would open each dresser drawer
and closet door in the house and try on every stitch of clothing she
could find in a whirlwind of pleasure. Those wonderful times always
ended in masturbation sessions and fits of shame. Not this time,
though. She was Stacy, and every ounce of her was a woman, even her
tiny penis.
She unclasped the bra and slipped off her panties and walked to the
table with the black tanga. She picked it up and the material felt as
thin as a cobweb. One leg pushed through the opening, then another as
she slowly pulled them up her legs. Tucking her penis into her cheeks,
she positioned the tanga over her rounded ass and almost squealed with
pleasure. The soft material against her skin felt like the whisper of
breath your lover leaves on your neck after making love. The back of
the panty came to just above the crack of her cheeks and had a small
black bow attached in the middle. No panty lines would show in any
dress. She was surprised at the strength of the material, because her
penis was still a bit swollen, yet the panty held her together with
perfect shape. It was almost as if the tanga was meant for her body.
She peeled the dress off of the mannequin and carefully stepped into it,
adjusting her breasts as she pulled on her sleeves. As she turned and
caught sight of herself in the mirror, she almost cried. The dress was
so beautiful and sexy at the same time. She turned around and looked
how far the opening in the back came down, and it presented all of her
down to the slow curve of the small of her back. The tanga panty was
still hidden, but just barely. The daring slit up the right side of the
dress showed her smooth legs all the way to her hip but still concealed
the panty. Pierre was a genius. She slipped on the heels, fastened the
choker around her neck and slipped the jeweled bracelet around her
wrist. She took a quick look in the mirror and stepped out of the
fitting room and onto the dais for Pierre?s approval.
He was talking softly to a young man near the door as Stacy walked up
the two steps of the dais. Both men immediately stopped speaking and
stared at her as if she were a miracle. Pierre clasped his hands
together and rushed to her side as she stepped up to the mirrors.
?Perfection, Miss Stacy. Oh, you are such a treasure,? he said with
genuine tears in his eyes. ?Don?t you think so, Rene?? The young man
stepped forward and Stacy met his eyes. He was tremendously handsome
with his dark hair and dark eyes. He was tall and slender, and dressed
in an expensive suit. He stammered a polite agreement, his cheeks
flushing with a bit of embarrassment.
?She is the wife of a very important man, Rene. She is not available!?
Pierre admonished him with a stern look. Rene turned to him as if to
appeal and Pierre announced to Stacy that Rene was his son and that he
had just arrived from France to visit. He glance back to his son and
with another look, the young man took Stacy?s hand and kissed it
tenderly as he bowed.
?You are quite beautiful, Miss Stacy,? Rene said in a heavy accent. ?My
father is truly blessed to have you as his client.? His hand lingered
on hers as she pulled away. Stacy felt her body melt into the moment
and a yearning came upon her that she hadn?t felt since her days of
dating Paul. She would never be unfaithful to her husband, but she
thought it would be heavenly to be able to kiss this man.
?Thank you, Rene. Your father is a genius. I am grateful to be able to
wear his clothing.? Stacy tried to say this in her sexiest voice, but
it came out breathy and a bit strained. She felt the red of
embarrassment come to her cheeks as well, and Rene?s resulting smile
soothed her. She smiled back and turned to Pierre.
?I love this dress, Pierre. Can you have it delivered to my home, as
well as the other panties and lingerie that you have chosen?? She
glanced at Rene to see his expression to her speaking about her
lingerie, but he must be used to the apparel business because he showed
no reaction.
?Very good, Miss Stacy. I will have it wrapped and sent immediately.?
Pierre bowed and set out to retrieve the lingerie from the back of the
store. Rene nodded a farewell to Stacy and turned to leave the store.
He was truly a beautiful man.
She smiled at Pierre after she had changed back and said, ?Pierre, I
didn?t realize that you had a family.? He smiled a wicked grin and she
realized with a flash that he was not exactly who, or how, he appeared
to be. ?You are a remarkable salesman. Doesn?t it get tiring, day
after day??
Pierre said in a flat, Midwestern voice, ?It exhausts me, Miss Stacy.?
She laughed and he immediately returned to acting the flamboyant
salesman. ?I will expect to see you again sooner than this last time.
I will have more lingerie for you, my dear.?
To be continued??..
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