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CHAPTER 3
I sat on the maroon Victorian sofa across from Susan who sat on a
matching chair. Since our first session I felt lying down on the sofa
like a stereotypical therapist/patient sessions, but knew I'd feel weird
about it.
"I know what you're thinking," I said. "How could I jeopardize my newly
formed relationship with Jena? How could I violate her trust and snoop
through her clothes and try them on? Simple. It is an urge I can't
control."
"Is that right?" Susan asked me.
"Yeah, I can't control it."
"No, is it okay that you tried on her clothes?"
"Of course not," I answered, "but that's not the problem."
"Why not? Doesn't she have rights? Would you want someone snooping
through your clothes?"
"Hell, no. I'd lose my mind if someone found my feminine clothing."
"So what is it you want me help you with?" Susan asked.
"I'm not really sure. I can't help myself trying on clothes like at
Jena's. I love Jena. I can't believe what is happening with us and I
don't want it to jeopardize that. I feel like I have to tell her I
crossdress, but I think it's too soon. I just don't know what I should
do."
"You told me in an earlier session that you are an exhibitionist, like
many crossdresser are, but you feel it's a way of punishing yourself for
things you do. You put yourself in humiliating situations. Is that
correct?"
"I think so."
"Or are there other reasons you like to show yourself off."
We sat there and looked at each other for a few minutes before she
redirected things.
"I know you are very concerned about your size," she said, "what was her
response?"
"She acted shocked at first. Then she kind of took it in stride. She
called it my 'little winkie.'"
"How did that make you feel?" she asked.
"It made me feel good in a way. Like I said, she was taking it in stride
and not getting upset or making fun of me. She was just teasing a bit.
Not like some women in my past."
"That's good."
"I actually got a little turned on by her teasing."
"Really?"
"Maybe it was because she wasn't turned off by my size."
"Or maybe because you are accepting who you are and using that for
something positive."
I left my session feeling better about myself, not that we actually
accomplish much, but at least Susan is accepting.
I headed to a volleyball game to snap a few photos before heading to a
school board meeting. Volleyball games are tough to get a good photo. I
really have to follow the game, but I got a good spike shot of a girl
from Owensville. I don't understand how these girls are allowed to wear
these tiny, short shorts. If they wore those during school day, they
would be sent home.
Just then a fantasy flashed through my brain. I'm a sophomore in college
and they need one more person for the team or they have to forfeit all
their games. I somehow get roped into it. I practice with the team and
everything is going well. I'm hanging out with a bunch of athletic women.
On the day of the game, we travel three hours away and the coach calls me
into her office and shows me my uniform. I have to wear the short shorts,
the jersey, but they she hands me a bra. She asks what kind of underwear
I'm wearing and I say boxers. She hand me a pair of panties. The story
keeps evolving as I leave the gym. Jena is on the team, too. She helps me
get dressed for the game. She even puts a little makeup on me to help me
fit in on the team.
I arrived at the school board meeting about halfway through, but I've
been working the Owensville School Board the past four years. I talk to
Elaine Johnston, who is in her late forties. She's average looking, but
wears some great business suits. I love the look. She lets me look at the
minutes and I can grab a quote from her or a couple others. We have an
understanding. I don't write articles slanted against them and they make
things very easy for me.
I have to admire Elaine. She's a working mother who operates a salon and
clothing store. When her children were in high school, she complained
about what was going on at the school and decided to run for office.
What's impressive is that even after her children graduated, she kept at
it and she's knows what she's doing.
During all the volleyball game and school board meeting, I kept thinking
about Jena. I couldn't wait to see her smile at me when I walked into the
office. I couldn't wait to see what she was wearing.
I pulled my van into the back parking lot and rang the buzzer for the
backdoor. Usually we have to wait until someone has a free minute before
someone comes to the door, but this time the door opened, seconds after I
rang, to Jena's smiling face. She turned and looked behind her down the
hall before throwing her arms around my neck, pressing those large
breasts against me, and kissing me. Then she stepped back, almost
embarrassed by her enthusiasm.
She wore black pinstriped slacks and a lilac button-down dress shirt that
made her large breasts standout even more.
"Sorry," she said.
"My lord, don't be."
We walked in and everyone said, "Alex!" It's always like Cheers when Norm
walks in, but it's not just me; it's everyone who walks in. That's part
of what's good about working here. We are all underpaid and overworked,
but we are all in this together. There's a kinship involved.
I wrote up my stories and, towards the middle of the evening, Jena came
over to see if I needed any help. When I Iooked up from my computer, Jena
was leaning over my desk with a couple buttons unbuttoned. She giggled
and walked away.
Later, I notice Jena going into the break room for a cup of coffee. I
followed her in.
"I've been thinking about you all day," I said.
"I bet you have," she chuckled. "Do you want to come over tonight?"
"Sure."
"I can't wait to play with your little thumb dick."
Jena winked at me and left the room, leaving me with mixed emotions. I
wanted her to play with my thumb dick. I knew it was a thumb dick, but I
was not sure I wanted her to be so blatant about it. At the same time, it
really turned me on. Life is so fucking complicated.
When we left for work, I followed Jena home. We got a bite to eat before
heading to bed. After getting naked, we cuddled in bed and she began
rubbing me.
"I love your little thumb dick," she grinned.
"I'm glad you do," I smiled.
"Do you mind if we do something?"
"It depends."
Jena jumped from bed, her butt and breasts jingling, ran out, and
returned with a ruler. She jumped back in bed and pulled down the covers.
"I just want to see how big you really are." She gave me a kiss. "Not
that your little cock makes a difference."
She measured me and squealed. "Less than an inch. A little more than
three-quarters of an inch."
Again, this was tough to take, but exciting at the same time. Was this
karma's payback for trying on her clothes? If that was the case, what did
I do to warrant a thumb dick?
"It's like a little worm," she giggled as she rubbed me. "I can't wail t
to have you in me."
She pulled away from me and was quite.
"What's the matter?" I asked.
"I just startled myself."
"How so?" I asked.
"I never have intercourse with anyone unless I...like..."
"Unless what?"
"Unless I'm falling in love with them."
My jaw dropped.
"I know," she said. "It's ridiculous."
"No, it's not."
"How can I fall in love after a few days and on the rebound at that?"
Jena asked.
"We've known each other for awhile," I said. "I fell in love with a few
months after I started working at the newspaper."
"Really?" she blushed. Her eyes began to get teary. Mine were as well.
"Really. I love you."
She swallowed hard, "I love you, too."
I could feel my heart skip a beat. I waited for someone to pinch me and
wake me up. We embraced and kissed, before she pulled back.
"Let's do it Saturday night. Let's make it special."
We made love like we had the night before and then we collapsed in each
other's arms.
We had different days off during the week. She had Wednesday off and I
had Thursday off (we usually get Saturday off as well). We decided not to
see each other on those days, but we did chat on the phone and tell each
other how much we missed one another.
This gave me a chance to "dress up" a couple of days and I had to come up
with a way to hide my female clothes and accessories around the house. I
knew eventually that Jena would want to come back to my apartment. This
wasn't going to be an easy task - to hide them and make them accessible
as well. I also needed to do a deep cleaning as well.
I decided to have fun with the task and wore my black French uniform on
Wednesday. On Thursday, I wore my purple one. It makes cleaning so much
more enjoyable. There's nothing like nylons and four-inch heels to make
you feel special.
On Friday, I stood on the sidelines at a football game. I wished I had
panties and nylons on just to brace against the cold, but thought that if
I went to work and then went to Jena's place, I would have no place to
change out of them. I couldn't tell her. I didn't want to lose her. I had
told two past girlfriends and they each reacted in different ways.
Neither one reacted in a positive manner, so why would I not be reluctant
to tell anyone.
At half time, I climbed the bleachers to the heated press box, but
returned for the start of the game because I didn't have "my shot," the
photo I needed for the game. As I walked the sidelines during the third
quarter, someone came up behind me and placed their gloved hands over my
eyes.
"Guess who?" Jena said and I almost melted in the twenty degree weather.
I turned around, reached my hand behind her head, pulled her close, and
kissed her.
"Wow!" she grinned. "Happy to see me?"
"You just made my day."
"Is that all it takes?"
I was missing the action on the field, but I didn't care. I liked the
action on the sidelines much better.
"I never had anyone do that before."
She leaned forward and whispered in my ear: "It's not like I gave you a
blowjob."
"But you came here to see me," I said.
"Yeah, I did," Jena smiled.
For the rest of the night, she helped me keep stats. We joked and laughed
the entire time.
At one point, she said, "We've been working together for four years and I
can believe we never dated before. Seems like we wasted so much time."
Then she took my camera when the game was over. Jena said she would
download my photos while I interviewed the coach. Then I wouldn't have to
worry about it when I returned and maybe we could get out early, so she
could play with my little winkie.
With Jena's help, we did leave the office early. When we left, she told
me to follow her at Walmart. She parked in the lower end of the lot far
away from the store. Jena exited her car and climbed into my van.
"What's up?" I asked.
She smiled in a way I knew something was up. "Let's go up to the lake. I
know a place where we can park and snuggle under the blankets and keep
each other warm."
"That's sound wonderful."
"And," she smirked, "you know how talented my tongue is. I want to see
how talented your tongue is."
We parked. We looked at the lake. We kissed. We got naked and then I
spent nearly forty minutes with my face between her legs licking her to
several orgasms before she pulled me back up to her face-to-face.
Out of breathe, she said, "That was incredible. I can't wait till
tomorrow night."
The next day I knocked on Jena's door at eight. I was stunned when she
answered the in a black corset with pink ribbon lacing it up in the
front. I thought her breasts were going to pop out from the pink lace
cups. Beneath she wore a garter skirt - pink satin skirt trimmed with
black piping, rosettes and a ruffled lace hem. Garters hung down and
hooked to black nylons. She also wore three-inch heels.
"What do you think?" Jena asked.
"Wonderful," was all I could say, but I wondered where that outfit was
when I was trying on her clothes.
She spun around showing the sheer material in the back, exposing her
large bottom. Later I would see she wore a pink thong.
Jena took my hand and led me straight to her bedroom. I loved kissing her
while rubbing the satin fabric. Soon my clothes were off and Jena had me
in her mouth, swirling her tongue around my thumb dick.
When I was hard, Jena leaned back on the bed and spread her legs. I
climbed on top of her and slid my cock into her wet slit. Slowly, I began
sliding my cock in and out. I leaned over her, pumping my hips. I looked
up at Jena's face. She was looking back at me.
"I don't think you are in me," she said awkwardly.
I stopped and looked down. I was in her.
"I'm in," I said.
"Oh," Jena grimaced, "I just couldn't feel you. Go ahead, try again."
I went through the same process only to see that look on her face again.
"Maybe we should try another position," she suggested.
When I pulled out, I was soft.
"Sorry," I apologized.
"Don't be," Jena said. "I can get you hard again."
She took me into her mouth and worked her magic. When I was hard, she got
on her hands and knees next to me. I knelt behind her looking at that
huge ass in front of me. I tried to put my cock in her, but I had
trouble. Between the size of her ass and thighs and my cock, I couldn't
get the tip of my cock in her.
"Is there a problem?"
"Yeah," I said, "I can't reach."
She turned around, sitting against the headboard looking me kneeling with
my now soft cock.
"I wanted this to be special," I said.
"It's special. You were in me."
"But..."
"I know you feel insecure about your size, but I don't see you that way.
I don't see men that way. I don't measure them by the size of their
penis. I value them by the way they treat me and the way they make me
feel. That first night in your van I knew that you knew how to make a
woman feel good. Even at work, you get along with the women better the
men. It's almost like you are one of us."
Then she chuckled.
"What?" I asked, afraid she was laughing at me.
"You remind me of an affair I had in college."
"I'm not your first 'little winkie.'"
She smiled, "Well, yes, you are my first little winkie, but I wasn't
referring to that. The affair I had was with another girl in college."
"No way!"
"Way! I feel that close to you. There's a closeness two women have that a
man and woman can't have. You and I are somewhere in between there. We
could be girlfriends."
Again, this is where the room would start to whirl if this were a movie.
What should I do? What should I say? Should I say, "I want to be your
girlfriend? I want us to share clothes and dress together." Then if I say
something and she is appalled by it all, I would lose her and I don't
know if I could handle that. I'd almost rather live that part of my life
in secret than lose her. I lost love before because I told them of my
crossdresser. I couldn't go through that again.
Then, almost on cue, like Jena was reading my thoughts, Jena climbed out
of bed, still wearing the garter skirt and hose. She opened up the top
drawer of her dresser and removed a package. She tossed it to me.
"When I bought my outfit for tonight," Jena said, "I bought a matching
one for you."
"Why? Because I have a thumb dick?"
"Of course not. I bought the outfit for you because you have such strong
feminine qualities. I bought it for you because you shave your legs and
abdomen and you have neatly trimmed eyebrows. To me, if I were a betting
person, that would tell me that you possibly like to wear women's
clothing. I thought that if I gave these to you that you would happily
wear them."
I sat there in shocked. I didn't know what to say. Should I put them on?
Was this a set up?
"Just to let you know, I would love it if you liked to wear women's
clothing, but if you didn't, it would make any difference. I would still
be falling for you."
I could feel my bottom lip quiver.
"I would love to put them on for you," I stammered. "I am a
crossdresser."
She crawled across the bed and embraced me.
"We can be girlfriends," she laughed as she knelt on the across from me.
"Will you go into the bathroom and put it on and come out for me?"
I took the package and went into the bathroom. Was this a dream? I hoped
not. Would she be waiting out there with a camera or someone waiting to
embarrass me?
I dressed, but wish I had some heels. I walked out.
"Oh my, you look so wonderful," she said. "I can't believe it. I never
thought this would happen."
"What do you mean?"
"I've always had a thing for crossdresser or transvestites. You know, the
ones who liked to be passable. Not the drag queen, not that there's
anything wrong with them. Are you a drag queen?"
"No, not at all."
She smiled at me soothingly and signaled me to join her on the bed. I
climbed on the bed next to her. Jena pulled me close to her breasts. She
reached down and flipped up my skirt and began to rub my satin panties.
"There's nothing I like more than seeing a penis caged in panties."
We kissed. Then she pulled away, reached over for something on her
nightstand, and back to me. She covered my lips lipstick. She kissed
them.
"I love you," she said.
"I love you, too."
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