Evolution Part 1
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This year I've had time to start a few new stories but no time to finish
any. Yet, I don't want 2011 to end with none posted. So here's a short
one.
Jeanne
by Vickie Tern
Hi, Charlene? What do you mean, so early -- it's past noon! No, I'm
just calling to tell you that you were right! Absolutely right! Yes, it
was marvelous, and there's lots more coming, I can't wait to tell you
just how much more! He's perfect -- how on earth did you know? Tell me,
I really have no idea how you spot these guys! The same way you spotted
all the others, all those guys you used to date and play with? You know,
before you met Eve and she was so perfect you persuaded her to be a woman
right off, but married her first while it was still legal? I thought so.
Well, no, this guy is no Eve, not yet anyhow -- I mean, Eve is just
gorgeous, given what you've done with her I'd marry her myself! I envy
you! You do have a sixth sense for men like that, honey, there's no
denying it!
In a nutshell, it was a wonderful evening, and it went just the way you
thought it would, and we did finish at my place, and there were no
problems before or afterward. Yes, he spent the night here. Of course
mostly in my bed, once we got here! No, he didn't get to use his thing
on me, not even once, that's not what I want him for, this particular
man. And I doubt he ever will, though he surely doesn't know that, not
yet anyhow. It's only average size, anyhow, so no great loss. Right now
he's probably living on hope, though I've started him on hormones, so his
hope will be springing eternal from you know where before long, so I
especially don't want to give him ideas. What we did do was just
wonderful, though. Oh, yes.
No, none of my openings, nowhere near any of them. So there's nothing
for me to confess to Scott, my conscience is absolutely clear, and Scott
has nothing to be jealous about. When Scott gets back from his oil rig
I'll explain that I ran into an old college girlfriend of mine and she
agreed to move in with me, and we do things girls do, nothing that would
interest him. It'll be true enough by then. Isn't that the point of
this whole thing? No, of course he isn't, not yet. Not altogether. But
he's on his way, and he will be, he's perfect for it.
Well, yes, certainly I touched it. I mean, you fly a plane by its
joystick, right? He got all excited when I let him touch me down there,
and I wanted to keep him on edge so of course I touched him there too.
Lightly, just enough to keep him hoping. But mainly I fingerfucked him.
He put a finger into me, so I did the same with him. Of course in his
ass, Charlene, where do you think? He doesn't have a pussy, he's a boy,
let's not get silly about this.
I'm not sure I'll let him get one, either, not one like Eve's, anyhow,
not while he's living with me. I mean, Scott's Scott, you know what I
mean? Who needs the competition? Boobs certainly, I love girls with big
boobs, you of all people should know that! Anyhow, when he got a second
finger into me I moaned and pretended I'd gone to heaven and then tucked
another of mine into him and made a sound in my throat so the last thing
in the world he'd ever want to do would be to ask me to take my fingers
out again. No way -- he was making throat sounds too.
"See, how wonderful," I told him. "This is how girls love to feel, with
their openings filled up and stretched out!" He couldn't tell if I meant
me or us, but he nodded agreement, so you figure it for yourself. I was
sharing the experience with him, letting him know how we all feel about
intimacies like that, that's what he thought. And meanwhile getting him
used to it, used to feeling things slide in and out of his ass.
I think he liked it. In fact I know he did, that's why I'm so sure of
him. Especially when we got into the same rhythm, when he pushed his
fingers in and out of me and I pushed mine in and out of him and he
diddled my clit with his thumb and I did exactly that with his. With his
clit. The underside of his prick, Charlene, it's the same thing with
guys as with us, you of all people ... well, whatever, but he did spend a
lot of time moaning, same as I did! Next time I'll make sure I get
something really big to stick into him -- it'll probably make him as
crazy as I get when Scott puts his into me!
And you know something? It was just like you said, you knew it just from
watching him when he was way over at the other end of the bar. He's a
lot more gentle than Scott. And way less demanding. Can you imagine
Scott satisfied to spend the whole night just caressing me, licking and
kissing my tits and my pussy? And sucking on my toes? No, he was down
there already, looking for an earring I'd dropped accidentally. That was
toward morning, when I was really hot to see how those earrings would
look on him, and he was already on his knees, so I got the idea and asked
him to, and he did it! Scott? Hah, no way! Scott warms up with a few
kisses and maybe I cocktease him a little with my mouth, make it all
slick and wet so he can cram it into me the way he does without tearing
anything. Then he'll pound away and get himself off before I've even
gotten to my second orgasm. And before you know it he's gone, see you
next Thursday. That's Scott. Oh, I love him, that cock of his anyway, I
wouldn't want to do without it the way it fills me to near-busting, but
afterward I still feel ... well, that's why I want Jeanne too, to fill
all those empty spaces in between.
That's right, Jeanne. Jeanne with a J and two Ns and an E at the end to
certify that he's a real girl, that's what I call him now though he
doesn't know it yet -- he still thinks he's Gene with a G. Jeanne is
willing to go slow and lick me and finger fuck me all night long just as
if he were a real girl and couldn't do anything else anyhow. And you
know something? It's wonderful. So delicate! I love it. No pressure,
just gentle and easy. Nice, that's what it was, so very ... nice.
Exciting too, but different. And it gave me the most wonderful idea
right off! Wait till you hear it!
Oh yes, you can be sure of that! So what I told him was that I'm shy and
wanted to be able to feel that he was like me, wearing a satin nightgown
and all, and also a little lipstick to smooth and salve his lips for
kissing me down there, and a little eye makeup so I can see his
expression in the dim light when I look down at him, same as he can see
mine when he looks up at me. Sure he bought it! He loved it. He was
horny and he wanted me, was he going to say no? Not even when I shaped
his eyebrows pencil-thin to be more persuasive. Oh no, that was later,
before we went down to breakfast, I was doing his hair so we could relax
if Scott should walk in on us suddenly, just in case -- he does get
sudden trips to the mainland you know, never tempt fate -- so if so all
he'd find was two girls having breakfast. Charlene, I know that, of
course I know it, Scott won't be back for a month, but Jeanne doesn't
know that, and by then we really will be two girls having breakfast
together!
That's right, he came down wearing his babydoll and a satin wrapper and a
lovely hairdo and perfect makeup. He looked so sweet! He thought it was
a game I wanted to play and he loved it, being girly and tossing his head
and talking in a high voice and everything, because he thought I loved
it, that it turned me on. Because sure enough, after breakfast I was
all over him kissing his nipples -- they're as sensitive as mine, what a
waste he never knew that earlier. All he could do was moan some more,
and I begged him to stay that way, pretend to be a girl for a while, and
he agreed! No need for Plan B, to spill coffee all over his boy clothes
and apologize and send him home in my really tight jeans or a dress
because nothing else I had would fit him, and so forth, the way I'd
planned, then work on him some more when he brought my clothes back and I
got a second shot at him, actually got his conditioning under way. I
just asked him right then and there to move in with me, I couldn't bear
not sleeping with him between my legs all night, but he'd have to be my
girlfriend, or try to dress like one anyhow when he went out, for the
sake of the neighbors and gossip and respectability and all that. I
asked him so very sweetly? And I sucked on his nipples some more and
stroked his cock gently and guess what! He melted! He actually agreed!
Yes, my girlfriend! It's wonderful! This afternoon I'll take him to the
Beauty Spa and Marge will fix him up to stay pretty for weeks or months,
like it or not, and we'll live together and -- oh yes, Charlene, the
reason why I called. What was the name of that gay boy you dated when
you didn't want Eve to know you were seeing other men, so you could
assure him they were all homosexuals and no threat to him, and you even
got one to suck off his cock to prove it? Then to fuck him even before
he became a woman and they took his bandages off, so he'd know his proper
place once and for all as you put it? Well, I need someone to do the
same for Jeanne. Suck on him, I mean, give him some kind of sexual
release when he's being a good boy with me. No I wouldn't myself --
think what Scott would do if he found out. I might. Maybe put some of
Jeanne's cum into Scott's salad dressing, but that's as far as I'd want
to go right now. No, he'd never know, but it would give ME satisfaction,
given all the times Scott takes on work elsewhere and then stays away for
weeks, then thinks he can come home any time and pork me any which way,
all without considering my finer feelings. Some husband!
Well sure! If Scott and I double date with him sometimes there shouldn't
be any problem. Jeanne ought to be into it by then, and he can certainly
deal with his date by jerking him off, or sucking him, or pretending to
be on the rag and inviting him to use his rear pussy -- it doesn't always
have to be a one-or-two fingered pussy you know. Not right away, but I
bet inside of a month or two. Once he quits his job and starts doing his
contract work from here -- yes, he agreed, and he programs like a whiz,
you should see his fingers fly on a keyboard -- once he's gotten into
living here and being a girl full time, he'll sort of fall into it. No
avoiding it!
No, I wouldn't mind. In fact I'd want him to have a man now and then to
remind him that he's no longer a man. But otherwise Eve and he would
love to know each other, I'm sure, they'd have a lot in common! They
could suck each other to death when I'm out with Scott or someone else!
But let's understand this, Charlene, you'll keep your own hands off
Jeannie! He's mine!
Of course Jeanne will know you know, he should, you're the one who
thought all this up after all! I tell you what, no big deal, come for
dinner this evening. I'll have him fully dressed by then and you'll be
sure you don't see anything wrong at all. Give him some of the same
advice you once gave Eve early on, and maybe bring him a new bra and
panty set as a congratulations gift. One of Eve's would do fine, we can
always exchange it for his size later if we need to. I'm sure of it,
from this point on, if I flatter his femininity he'll go anywhere I want
him to go. That's how he is now.
Oh yes, I expect that except when we're out together, or I send him
shopping or something, he'll be here all day every day. That may
sometimes be ... inconvenient. Now and then if I should meet a guy like
Scott and want to bring him home, someone who seems worth it, can I bring
Jeanne over to your place and leave him with Eve for the odd afternoon or
maybe overnight? They won't mind I'm sure, and you might want to see for
yourself why I think he's such a marvelous girlfriend. Oh, no fear, he
already does pretty much everything he's told!
Perfect!
(c) 2011 by Vickie Tern
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