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(c) Copyright 2012, by Leslie P. Lowe. All rights reserved. [email protected] Only Women Do That, Chapter 2 By Leslie Lowe It was closing time. Lynn shut down his computer and opened his purse. He used his compact to check and freshen his lipstick and mascara. Not too shabby. He surveyed his desk one last time to make sure it was neatly organized for the next day's work, feeling warmly satisfied with the amount of job-cost accounting work he had completed despite the distractions. He wished himself one last affirmation of courage and good cheer, took a deep cleansing breath, stood up, slung his purse over his shoulder, and walked his hippiest walk down the hall to Sherry's office, practicing to look and feel like a woman, as he had been doing all afternoon. He was committed to his plan of mindful acceptance of his new role. He was a woman; let no one dare tell him otherwise. He would just say, "How dare you?" and cry. He turned into Sherry's office door, thinking, if you can't beat her, join her. Or in this case, try your heart out to look like you're joining. Sherry was on the telephone. "Yeah, that should do it," she said. "Call me tomorrow if they won't install for that or less. And tell them to be careful. He's old, and a creature of habit, but he's not stupid. Thank you, honey." She put the phone down and surveyed Lynn. "You look very cute. A perfect little sissy. But I want you to take all your girl stuff off." "Why?" Lynn said. "Did you change your mind? I don't think Mr. Sam is going to buy this--" "Oh, no," she said. "To the contrary. I think he is off his rocker, and I think you're just the little slut to bring it out. But I also think you look too good, too feminine. It will be more fun to surprise the shop girls. If they see you first like this, they won't even know you're a boy. I want the fun of taking them, and you sissy, through the shocking transition from cocky man to flaming sissy to real girl with tits and ass and all. So fun! Don't you just love a costume party?" "I'm not cocky." "That's an understatement." "Sherry, please don't do this? If I'm going to be a woman, let me just be a woman. Please?" "Aw, poor sissy," she said in a mocking, whining voice. Aren't you having fun any more? You were so excited showing us your little clitty today." "No, and your father has been good to you. I've been hoping you would come to your senses and call the whole thing off. I'll forget about the little game you and Rod played with me, and tell Mr. Sam I changed my mind about dressing as a girl. You need to reconsider. You could be in real trouble if I went to the cops or the EEOC. Johnny could be a witness, you know." Sherry laughed, shaking her head. "Oh God, you're so naive! You think Johnny and his family are going to risk talking to the cops or the fucking feds for you? And have immigration down on them? We could cut your throat with him watching and he would be, like, 'What sissy?' and 'Lynn who?'" "You are doing this horrible thing to your own father, Sherry, not just me," Lynn said, amazed at himself, wondering where the courage for all this resistance was coming from, feeling articulate, powerful and-- could it be that he was more at ease as a woman, more comfortable, more right with who he was? Oh my God! "That old man is a controlling bastard who's never let me breathe a free breath in my life. He is also going to ruin this company with his 'Do it right, do it the old way, ignore the competition' shit. You have no idea. But this is about you, too, sissy. Rod and I have plans for you. Fun plans." "You mean he's coming shopping with us tonight?" "Well, duh! Not that I was talking about tonight. No, we have long- range plans for you, my pretty. When we get married, we're going to need a live-in maid, you know what I mean? We'll need someone to do all the dirty work, clean the bathrooms, do the laundry, wash the dishes after I cook my hubby scrumptious gourmet meals, and most of all someone we can toy with and torment when there's nothing good on TV." "You're not serious," Lynn said. "Oh, but I am. We belong to a club--but I'll tell you more about that later, much more, because you are going to be the main attraction at our club meetings soon. Yes, you are going to be such a busy and popular girl about town! But don't worry, we'll still allow you to do your accounting work here, as a girl, of course. Now, about tonight. Did you think I would allow you to try to push me around in public? Not that I'm the least bit afraid of you. I know I can handle a wuss like you, a slip of a girl really, but Rod is stronger and bigger." "It's true," Lynn said urgently. "I am so much smaller and weaker than you, Sherry. And I promise to be good and sweet. I won't resist. I'm even looking forward to trying on some pretty outfits. We don't need Rod." "Are you conning me, missy?" "No," Lynn said. "Here's the problem. I think he's the one who makes you act so mean. Why can't we just be two girls shopping? He hurt me so badly today. My tush still hurts!" Sherry was shaking her head. "You amaze me. You are such a natural woman! Don't you see that's the problem? We can't have as much fun just giving you what you want. Rod sensed that. He was so right." "I give up. What do you want me to do?" Lynn felt deflated and anxious. He had resigned himself to his role, and now these two sadists had thought of new ways to trip him up. Why had he been born this way? "Take off your lipstick, eye makeup and earrings. Put them in your purse and give it to me. Have you forgotten how to pretend to be a boy?" "No, ma'am," Lynn said, curtsying and speaking in a sweet, submissive voice. Sherry cracked up. "You win, sissy girl. You made me laugh. I'll call off Rod. Do you promise to do everything I say?" "When have I not?" Sherry nodded and picked up her phone and pushed a button. "Hi honey. She's going to go along just fine I think. No need for you to miss your poker night." She listened for a few seconds, then giggled. "Oh, you're so bad! We'll see about that later. I'm not sure she's ready." She listened. "OK, it's a deal. Bye now." "Just us?" "Just us girls," Sherry said, "but I still want to start you out looking like a boy for fun. And don't get any cute ideas. Rod promised to leave his game and come to the mall if I call him." "Yes, ma'am," Lynn said, as he turned toward the ladies' room, thinking about this outing, during which he would now be fully exposed, hoping they would not run into anyone he knew, since it was a weeknight. Then he realized this was a vain hope, only putting off the inevitable. Sherry and Rod were going to humiliate him publicly and repeatedly, much worse than they already had inside the company. All he could do was accept it. He pulled his cellphone out of his purse and called his mom to tell her not to expect him until late. "I have to do some shopping," he explained. # # # Sherry parked near Macy's and led Lynn into the store. She walked up to the MAC cosmetics counter and caught a sales girl's eye. Lynn stood nervously by Sherry's side, a bit behind her. "May I help you?" She was in her twenties and very pretty. Tall and thin, with full pink lips, large liquid eyes, and big hair, she was just the sort Lynn dreamed of. She smiled at him sweetly before looking back at Sherry. Lynn's heart sank at the prospect of Sherry revealing his new sissy life to this beautiful woman his age. "Well?" Sherry said. Lynn looked at him. "I'm sorry?" he said. "You know why we're here. Tell the lady what you want." "What I want?" Lynn said, blushing, looking at Sherry with his mouth open. "He's embarrassed," Sherry said to her. "Isn't that sweet?" "What are you embarrassed about?" the girl said. "By the way, my name is Kay. What's yours?" "Lynn," he said. "I--I--" "Oh for Christ's sake," Sherry said. "Look, Kay, Lynn works with me, and I caught him trying on my lipstick and earrings and trying to seduce my father, who owns the company and now wants me to play nursemaid to this--this--oh, I don't know what he is, a fairy or a sissy or a drag queen--whatever. Who can tell? Who cares?" She grabbed hold of Lynn's nearest ear. "See? Pierced! He's a total sissy." "Lots of men wear earrings," Kay said to Lynn, gamely trying to reassure Lynn and calm Sherry down. "And lipstick? Red lipstick? How many men do you know who wear lipstick? Only women do that!" Kay took a deep breath. "May I ask what your name is?" "It's Sherry," she said loudly, almost shouting, turning heads from all over, "and I have only one night to turn this little gay slut into a pretty girl or my father is going to fire me, his daughter, from our family business. Are you following me, or should I go find someone else?" Kay stepped back and put her hands to her mouth, shocked and embarrassed. "Uh, but, ah, yes ma'am, I--I think I understand. I want to help, but--" Sherry turned to Lynn and grabbed him by the chin. She began to speak to him as if he were a child. "Listen up, you little twit. You and Kay here are going to make you beautiful and she will be glad to sell you everything you need to do it again in the morning for your boyfriend. Here's a company credit card. Burn it up. Find a purse and a pair of black heels you feel cute in, and some flats, very feminine. Buy yourself some girly earrings, big hoops and rhinestone chandeliers and pearls--a necklace too, for your little black dress when your boyfriend takes you out to dinner to show off his trophy slut to his ancient friends. I'll be back here in exactly two hours with a selection of lingerie and dresses you can try on at home so we can return the rejects. You started this, and now you're going to finish it. Is that clear?" "Yes ma'am," Lynn said. "Yes ma'am," Kay said. Sherry stalked off, looking as angry as any woman in history. "Oh my God!" Kay said to Lynn. "You poor thing!" Lynn felt his eyes tear up. Kay noticed it and hugged him, then held him out at arm's length and looked at him, smiling, excited. "We'll take care of you, girlfriend! Sit over here and let me get a good look at you." She sat him down on a tall white cosmetics chair facing the aisle, ignoring all the amused onlookers. "What a pretty face you have! And no beard to get in the way. Are you absolutely sure you aren't a girl?" "No," Lynn said, smiling and feeling the loving, accepting vibes flowing from the beautiful cosmetician. "But I would be a girl with plumbing issues." Kay laughed with him, and continued, talking fast, energized by Sherry's challenge. "We have about an hour for your face, and then I'll help you with your shoes and jewelry. Oh! And I know what! I have a friend, Ginger, in misses' clothes, and she'll bring us something for you to try on and look more presentable. We'll show that bitch!" "Thank you, Kay," Lynn said, feeling completely relaxed now, despite the spectacle Sherry had created and all the other busy clerks orbiting around them, obviously taking all this drama in, while pretending not to be listening. He was finding that he rather liked being the center of attention among so many other women. Being a victim at least brought sympathy, something he had never been given in his entire life, except by his loving mother. "I want to do what she says. I have no choice. I need this job. My mother depends on me. I'm so sorry you had to see me this way." "Don't worry about me, girl. I think we're going to be best friends. Besides, who doesn't love a client with a blank check from her boyfriend?" They both laughed and hugged again. "Now let's see which of our foundations will look natural on your lovely skin," she said, caressing his cheek with her fingertips. # # # "What do you think, Sara?" Kay asked her fellow makeup artist an hour later, as the shift was changing. They both stood back and looked at Lynn's new face. "She looks gorgeous!" said the redheaded Sara, who had just clocked in. "She's smart and sexy," Sara continued, "a typical high-fashion business-woman, serious about her work, and about her looks. A boss-catcher if I ever saw one!" She gave Kay a high five. "Good job, Kay!" Hugging Kay. "You look magnificent, Lynn!" Hugging Lynn. Lynn had been enjoying the attention. He was thinking that if he had known how much fun it was to be a real woman in public he would have tried out for the part a long time ago. "But I absolutely hate your clothes," Sara said. "What were you thinking, girl?" Kay and Lynn looked at each other and totally cracked up. They stifled it, tried to acquire a serious look, hugged each other and were doing fine, in control, when Kay, catching Lynn's eye, started to giggle again. Lynn giggled too, working hard, employing all his acting skills to stay girlish as he let go with laughter. "What?" Sara said, looking at them with crazy eyes, from one to the other. "What is so fucking funny?" "Lynn is a boy!" Kay said. "No way!" Sara said. "Way," Lynn said, drawing the single word out into a sentence, affecting his best Valley Girl voice, rolling his eyes at Kay. "I saw that," Sara said, you little vixen. "I'm so happy for you!" She hugged him again, then held him out at arm's length and took another look. "You are so hot! You're wearing boy clothes, aren't you, sweetie?" "Of course she is," Kay said, looking at her wristwatch. "Oh, sorry, Sara. We've got to go. We're going shoe shopping with a bottomless credit card!" "By all means," Sara said, pointing to Lynn's black, plain-toe oxfords. "Get rid of those--those horrid things she's wearing!" Sara waved good-bye and got to work cleaning up the products and tools Kay had left scattered about. "I owe you for that mess," Kay said to Sara. "We had a one-hour time limit, sorry." "I'll get you back," Sara said. "Go. You girls have fun now." Kay took Lynn's hand and led him away, his other hand holding two large shopping bags of makeup, brushes and creams. "Actually, I think you need earrings first. With the right top, you could go without, but look at you in that long-sleeved blue shirt, that boyfriend shirt. You need some bling in your ears to offset that drab, honey." "Okay," Lynn said. He was a little subdued and quietened by his talkative new friend. "You know, Kay, I have to thank you. You are so fun!" "Thank you," Lynn said. "I just feel so sorry for you working for that woman. I mean, I would be fine if all men wore makeup and dresses. What is wrong with her?" "It's a long story. Do you think we could go out sometime and I'll tell you everything?" "Totally," Kay said. "Tomorrow? I'll pick you up at--" Lynn was shocked, not only at her yes answer but that he had not chickened out, once again finding that he had more courage and confidence as a woman than as a man. "Let me pick you up here. My office and my home could be a battleground tomorrow. My mom hasn't seen me in makeup since high school drama class." "Sure. I get off at six." "It's a date. Now what? Sherry is not to be trifled with. She scares me." "Me too!" Kay said. "What did she say?" "Makeover, earrings, heels, flats." Lynn said mechanically, precisely. "What are you, a fucking accountant?" "Yes, actually." "Oh, sorry! I'm not good with money." "Neither am I," Lynn said, laughing. "At least not my own money. I'm a poor girl." "Not tonight!" She held up the credit card and handed it to Lynn. "So you must be very smart to be in accounting." "I suppose," Lynn said. "I always thought I would be an architect, but I ran out of money and my mom got sick, so I had to quit before I graduated. Which is why I took the job at--Oh, I like those earrings!" He pointed at at rotating display of rhinestone dangles. "Lesson one, girlfriend. When you have a bottomless credit card, buy diamonds." "Do we dare?" "She gave us clear instructions." "True," Lynn said, laughing and hugging Kay. "Diamonds are a girl's best friend." "Gag. Such a cliche," Kay said, "but this time it works, I think." # # # "That bitchy little friend of yours sent me over here," Sherry said to Kay, shaking her finger, "and I don't appreciate your changing my plans." She stood there looking exhausted, holding several shopping bags and a handful of hangers covered by plastic bags naming the most exclusive stores in the mall, places Lynn had never ventured, even with his mom. "Excuse me?" Kay said. "I don't think I changed your plans, Sherry." Kay folded her arms but kept her smile and the relaxed look of a woman just having fun. "We both heard you say makeover, earrings, heels, and here we are trying on heels, well, flats. We have some cute heels but can't decide." "Yeah, right. But look at her," Sherry said. "She's dressed better than I am!" It was true. Lynn stood there among mountains of shoe boxes looking like a socialite celebrity outfitted for a trip to Fashion Week. He wore a lavender dress, mid-thigh length, with a thin black belt, the entire garment luxuriating in pleats that buffed up and hid Lynn's flat chest on top and hipped out his bottom to a cute flare, almost a birthday girl look. He had a silver leather Coach shopping tote over his shoulder, looking like any stylish young woman on the day after she won the lottery. "And that's with no boobs yet!" Sherry said, almost whining. "She--I mean he--looks like a fucking supermodel." "I have a friend in misses' and she helped. I'm sorry if you wanted to dress her yourself. We thought we would surprise you. Should I take it all back?" "No," Sherry said, smiling and relaxing, following the other woman's lead. "If you put it that way, I guess you've gotten us to our goal that much faster. How do you feel, Lynn?" "Nice," Lynn said. Thinking that should be a safe thing to say. Lynn was enjoying Sherry's shock, but he certainly did not want to upset the flow with everything going his way. He only hoped that his utterly feminine look did not destroy his plan. Would Mr. Sam believe him if he came in looking totally like a girl? His whole plan, if you could call a vague hope wrapped in prayer to the fashion gods a plan, depended on Mr. Sam believing him and his mom, who would vouch for his never having been a crossdresser except theatrically. Well, he would just need be alert and flexible, staying on his toes, which shouldn't be too hard wearing heels. "You don't feel sexy?" Sherry said, interrupting Lynn's rumination. "You have a seduction to undertake tomorrow, you know." "What are you girls planning?" Kay asked. "Oh, never mind that," Sherry said abruptly to Kay. "I was just joking around, acting silly." "Anyway," Lynn said, trying to pose seductively while changing the subject, "yes, I feel sexy. Do you like these strappy sandals on me?" He looked down at his minimalist footwear, flat-soled and comfy, which did look cute, the soft leather straps entwining his delicate feet in an almost organic flow. "I think I could wear these all day at the office. But they're so expensive!" "They look really cute on you," Kay said. "You have lovely feet. I wish we had enough time to polish your toes." "Oh my God!" Sherry said. "I forgot about a manicure and pedicure! Shit!" "I have a friend at the Aveda store here in the mall," Kay said. "She'll take Lynn even this late if I ask. A large tip will be in order?" She pulled her cell phone out of her purse, dialed a number, and soon began a conversation with her friend. "No problem," Sherry said. "And as for the shoes, fuck the expense. The old man wanted you in a dress, and that's what he's going to get. I love them!" "I like them too," Kay said, hanging up. "The manicure and pedicure are on in ten minutes. Ask for Kim. Lynn, show Sherry the pumps and the gladiator platform heels you looked so cute in and maybe she can help us decide between them." "I know that old sales trick," Sherry said smugly. "Are you still on commission?" "No," Kay said. "Only the makeup, and it's not about a commission, just a monthly quota." "Just kidding," Sherry said. "If you girls like them, I'm fine. Get them both. We have to get going, now that we have a salon visit to do." "Okay," Lynn said, "we'll take these three pairs." He handed the credit card to the patient clerk who had been standing there watching all of this, after bringing out scores of boxes for Lynn to try on. "And make it fast," Sherry said to the sweet clerk, who scurried around even more urgently as he rang up the shoes. "Aren't we going home after this anyway?" Lynn said. "No," Sherry said, grinning like a witch. "We have to visit the boys at their poker game." "Oh no!" Lynn said. "Please don't do this to me, Sherry. Please?" "It's the deal I made with Rod. He wants to see how you're going to look tomorrow for--for, uh, your big day at the office. I promised." "Who's going to be there?" Lynn felt panic rise in his chest. "Oh, just the regulars." She named several men, smiling. Lynn just stood there, shocked. The clerk presented the credit card slip to Sherry, who declined, telling Lynn to sign. Several of those men were on Lynn's list of his most-feared high school tormentors. He had not realized Rod knew them, since the job manager had not grown up locally. Sherry looked at Lynn's blushing face, heard him stammer his girlish thanks to the clerk, watched his shaking hand as he signed the clerk's credit slip. Sherry smiled, ready to stick the knife in farther. "The poker boys are old friends of yours, huh, sissy?" "Good night, Kay," Lynn said. "Thanks for helping me. You're a sweetheart." He hugged Kay and turned dejectedly toward the mall and the Aveda salon. "Yeah, thanks," Sherry said, trying to find some tip money. "No," Kay said. "I was happy to help. She's a sweet person, and you are lucky to have her working in your company, whatever she wants to wear. But please tip Kim well, because she was on her way out when I called, and half her income is tips." "Okay, fine," Sherry said imperiously, as if dismissing a lowly servant. "Thank you, Kay. You've been great." She said the last words as she walked away, obviously not the least bit concerned with Kay's feelings, ready to discard her the minute she was no longer useful. Kay and Lynn waved good-bye to each other, neither letting on about their plans for the following night. # # # "Your nails turned out so pretty!" Sherry said, clicking on the signal to turn into a quiet residential street across town from the mall. Lynn held his hands out and looked at his glistening, oval working- girl-length acrylic nails done in an impeccable French manicure look by the amazing Kim in what must have been record time. "I like them," he said. "I didn't think my hands could look so neat." "You are so OCD!" Sherry said. "And the fuschia we put on your toes will go with everything, especially that dress Kay's friend picked out for you. That woman has good taste." "Yes, and Ginger was so sweet, too." Lynn tried to keep his bearings. The neighborhood was vaguely familiar. Sherry pulled to a stop in front of a dark house. "It's two houses up. All those cars must be our poker players." "Do we have to do this?" Lynn asked, begging with his tone and keeping his voice low and non-threatening. "Won't this make it harder for me to be fresh and pretty for our little game with Mr. Sam tomorrow?" Sherry didn't even answer him. "Grab your purse and get out. Wait. Check your lips and blush. Add a little color." "I thought Kay had put enough," Lynn said, pulling down the visor mirror. "Oh!" His lipstick had all been eaten off. He reapplied it. He looked through the bags for his blush. "Never mind," Sherry said. "It's getting late. You look fine. We don't want to let them get too drunk before the show." Lynn was shaking with fear and anxiety as they walked up to the house. Sherry, knocking loudly on the door, grinned at Lynn and said, "Smile, pretty girl. It's showtime!" Lynn smiled, feeling as if it were painted on, which it was in a way. The door opened to reveal a red-faced Rod Roddick backed up by several other men, all of them bleary eyed and many smoking cigars. "The ladies are here!" Rod said. He led them back to the kitchen, where a mess greeted them. The table was strewn with scattered cards and poker chips, half-filled drinks, and overflowing ashtrays. The remains of a pile of takeout sandwiches fought with empty beer cans and liquor bottles for space on the counter. Several of the men sat down at the table and on the adjacent couch and chairs in an adjoining television room. A basketball game was blasting on the set. "Turn that thing off," Rod said. Somebody did. "Now everybody get a seat." Lynn looked around for an empty seat. "Not you, sweetheart," Rod said to Lynn. Lynn froze. "OK. I--I mean, yes sir." Several men laughed. One said, "Hey Rod, you got her trained." Another piped up, "So what is this fucking surprise you told us about, dude?" A third voice boomed, "Yeah, I thought you was talking whores or something fun, not your girlfriend and her daughter." Lynn looked at Sherry. Rod looked at Sherry. Everyone who knew Sherry looked at Sherry. "Shut the fuck up, Frank," Sherry said, and then to Rod, "Why did you let that fat fuck in?" "He's your favorite cousin, Sherry," Rod said. "He's a great guy." "Yeah, Sher," came Frank's room-filling voice, dripping with sarcastic derision. "Can't you take a joke? She's not half as pretty as you. I was only kidding." Everybody laughed. Sherry was not taking this well. She turned to Rod and said, "You had your look. We're out of here. Come on, Lynn." "Sure," Rod said. "He'll do. He's real cute." Emphasizing the "he" in each phrase. "He?" Frank shouted. "Did you say he?" A large man stood up and grabbed Lynn's wrist, encircling it, hurting him. "What are you? A fucking drag queen?" "You're hurting me!" Lynn managed to whisper in his ear. The man let go. "Sorry, dear." Then he caught himself. "I mean, fuck you, you goddam fag." He backed away, confused by what he had heard-- what he believed--and by what he could see, a beautiful, desirable young woman he would have given anything to bed before Rod's revelation. "Anybody gay enough for a blow job?" Sherry said. Nobody said anything for about thirty seconds. Rod stared at Sherry, and she at him. "I am," Rod said, daring Sherry with his eyes to up the ante. "Come here, you little fairy." Lynn took a step back. "Please don't do this, Rod. I'm begging you." "Guys, this is Lynn Conway. I believe some of you know her?" Shouts and catcalls echoed around the room. "Whoa!" "That little cocksucker from high school?" "Well fuck me!" "Careful there, Patrick," someone countered, making everyone laugh. Except Lynn. He just stood there, feeling totally like a woman about to be raped, clutching his purse now with both hands, wondering how he could possibly live through this emotionally, even if Sherry's jealousy saved him, even if nothing further happened. He felt his eyes starting to drip tears. He wiped a forefinger under each eye, trying to save his eyeliner from smudging. "You're kidding, right?" Sherry asked Rod. "Making him give you a blow job right here in front of all these people?" "I'm as serious as a heart attack," Rod said. "Wait a minute, Rod," Frank said. "We don't need to see no gay sex, you hear?" "Does he look gay to you?" "Well, no. Hell, he doesn't look like a he, neither. She's as pretty as a prom queen. What the fuck is going on? Is this really that little wimp from school, played the girl parts in the plays?" Everybody looked at Lynn, the contrast between reality and appearance drawn so starkly by the drunken Frank, well-loved by his buddies for his biting wit and consistent good nature. Lynn looked at them, feeling his breasts rising and falling as he sighed, just letting them enjoy their confused and hateful gazing and-- What was that in the eyes of several of the men, lustful craving? And something snapped. He felt a peace not unlike how it must feel to take the final breath before an inevitable death by torture. "Yes, it's me," Lynn said in a calm, sweet voice, almost musical. "But I'm a woman now. And I expect to be treated as one." Sherry and Rod turned away from each other and stood speechless, watching Lynn as he continued. Lynn, no less surprised himself, somehow miraculously felt power rather than vulnerability, the power of a person having nothing left to lose and having discovered to her amazement a possible way to escape, at least for the moment. "Rod, I think it's time you stopped teasing me with this blow job threat you don't really intend to carry out. You and Sherry tricked me into coming here tonight to humiliate myself in front of my classmates simply by wearing a dress I find comfortable, attractive, and quite appropriate, thinking you could shame me if they saw me wearing makeup, and cute earrings, like any number of women do every day. I don't know what you expected, but look at them. They are men now, transformed, as I am a woman, transformed. They are not the immature, silly boys who tormented me, any more than I am the sad little boy who did not realize he was a girl. Now they know a lady when they see one." Lynn smiled at the gaggle of men, some of them swaying from the drink. "Am I right, boys?" he concluded with a pretty, flirty lilt to his voice, daring the men to disagree with the sex object of their dreams. He cocked his head coquettishly and smiled his prettiest smile. Nobody said a word. Such was the power of femininity turned like a searchlight full blast onto a crowd of cowards lurking in the dark, by a woman who had no choices left but to step out into her own light, daring the mob to try her. Into the silence, Lynn shot his last arrow. "And Rod, even if a macho man like you were serious, I've never given, or received, a blow job, and I'm not about to start now. I am saving myself for my husband, or at least for a man who really loves me. If you keep teasing me, I will resign my position at the company, and I don't think you will find another woman who can handle the very difficult job you and Sherry have assigned me. Am I right, Sherry?" "You little bitch!" Sherry said. "Yes ma'am," Lynn said, curtsying sweetly, holding out the skirts of her dress, mocking her, and enjoying it. He would pay tomorrow, but he was in control now, and his master and mistress knew it. All the guys cracked up laughing at the exchange between the two women. "Cat fight!" shouted Frank. "Let's get back to our fucking poker game before I sober up." He returned to the table and sat down. "Well?" "Let's go, Lynn," Sherry said, adding to Rod, pointing her finger at him, "not another word from you. We'll take care of her tomorrow." "Easy, Sherry," Rod said. "I was just having a little fun." Lynn noted with satisfaction that Rod seemed releaved and grateful that Lynn had let him off the hook his lust had almost impaled him on. Sherry grabbed Lynn's hand and led him out like a little sister. Lynn felt he was home. He had arrived. No, she had arrived, had found her place in the world, finally. So this is what being a woman was like? Sweet! # # # The next morning at 9:20 AM, Lynn dutifully lifted his skirts out of the way and knelt down in front of Rod. "Take it out," Sherry said, holding a video camera. "Don't show my goddam face," Rod said. "I'm not," Sherry said, panning up and down, showing all of both of them, thinking fuck Rod and his controlling nature, this will help her control him too. "This is sissy's show. A little punishment for being a sassy girl last night, a little insurance to make sure she stays in her place. Can you see yourself on the Internet, girlfriend? I said take it out!" "Besides, she needs the practice if she's gonna get the old man off." Rod took a deep breath, feeling Lynn's hands on his crotch. "Sherry, is the sound off?" "Of course it is. What kind of idiot do you think I am?" she said. Lynn felt as helpless that morning as he had been momentarily all- powerful the night before. Now he was completely under the couple's control again, in their domain, and Rod was so much stronger than Lynn was, making him feel so feminine and vulnerable by comparison. Not to mention their main leverage, Lynn's precious salary, which he shuddered to think about now, how close he had come to losing his job the night before, the realization having caused a numbing, chilling fear in his tummy while Sherry was excoriating him all the way home. Which she ended not by taking him to his car as promised but by dumping him unceremoniously on the curb in front of his mom's house still in his dress with his arms full of packages, leaving him there on the curb like an unwanted orphan girl, forcing him to explain the whole thing to his poor mother, who he had hoped might not have waited up for him so late. And--Lynn had thought with shame and dismay, as he swished up the sidewalk to his mom's door--Sherry had probably exposed in the harshest possible light his new girl persona to all their nosy neighbors, who already thought him strange to be living with his mother. "I mean, daughters do it, but sons?" they had told his mom, provoking her to give Lynn the sweetest, most unselfish speech ever, suggesting he move out and she would be glad to help him with his rent. Using money the poor thing didn't have? What a woman! Lynn had worried most about her, how a fragile woman in her condition might handle the shock of seeing her son tarted up like this, and as he walked up to the door, he regretted that he had not even checked his lipstick, then started laughing to think how feminine that was, seeing the door open, his mom there smiling at him, wondering who was this woman coming to her door in the middle of the night when she expected her poor, hardworking son? He dropped all the packages and hugged her, saying, ?It?s me, mom,? the tears really coming now. Her response: ?Well, dear, it?s about time!? The woman was a poet, taking all his sad life and this latest humiliating trauma into her awareness and blessing it, all of it so beautifully. Lynn had immediately and unmistakably felt her unconditional love supporting him, and had cried and cried. He could still hear her now, saying, ?There, there, such a sweet girl. It will be all right.? Lynn could almost smile, thinking about it. Even now, as he pulled the zipper down on Rod?s jeans, already feeling and seeing the man?s massive erection aching to get out into the open air. God help me, Lynn thought. I hope I do this right! ?Do it, you little queer,? Rod said, ?before I beat the shit out of you.? ?It?s so big!? Lynn said. ?I don?t think--? he started to say, reaching into the large man?s boxer shorts and pulling on the cock, way too large for the opening. ?Ow!? Rod shouted, bending over, jumping up and down. He slapped Lynn brutally hard on the side of his face, a loud meaty sound reverberating through the building. Lynn?s head exploded in a loud, rushing crack. Lynn fell over, letting go of the man?s penis and instinctively trying to catch himself before he hit the carpet, nearly unconscious. ?Get up, you little sissy,? Sherry shouted, putting the video camera down on a crowded side table next to the couch in her office and rushing over to him. ?Can?t you even give a blow job? How weak can a man possibly be?? ?He?s not a man,? Rod said. ?Remember? ?I?m a woman now,?? he mocked, in a shrill falsetto. ?Well, you little bitch! Now you?re going to get your first blow job and you?re going to take it like a woman, on the fucking sloppy end!? He cackled maniacally. Trying to make his thoughts cohere, Lynn wondered if the man had been drinking this morning, or maybe had stayed up all night? Rod sounded crazy, totally. Lynn committed himself to be careful, to do nothing else to provoke the man, to do whatever it took to keep the peace. Mom would die if her son--daughter?--were maimed so soon after she and her new daughter had finally found, last night in the midst of this horrible nightmare, a blessed opening to becoming even more intimate with each other, as only mothers and daughters can be. Try to get up. Just try, Lynn thought. Rod kicked at Lynn?s crotch, unable to find it in the billowing folds of the full skirt, bellowing at him, ?No witnesses here to help you today, you fucking queer. Your smart-ass comments won?t save your candy ass now.? He nudged Sherry aside, pointing at the camera. ?This?ll be good.? Sherry said, ?I got it,? pushed several buttons and held up the camera. ?Wait until I get her ready,? Rod said. ?Tell me when you?re ready.? Sherry was fiddling with the buttons again, obviously not that familiar with the camera, all the while pointing it at her boyfriend and the rag-doll object of his lustful wrath. Rod bent over and grabbed Lynn by the throat. He easily lifted the smaller man back up to a kneeling position, delicately powdered nose to unzipped crotch. Lynn commanded his muscles to keep him erect. His head was spinning, his ears ringing like the inside of a church bell. He had felt himself being pulled up. He had choked as the large hand squeezed his fragile throat. ?Please! That hurts!? he managed to squeak out, barely audible. Rod held Lynn?s head in place by grabbing the young man?s girlish ponytail with one giant hand as he reached into his shorts and pulled out his cock. It flopped out and slapped Lynn painfully in the eye. ?Ouch!? Lynn shrieked, despite trying to control himself and accept the lesser pains to avoid greater abuse. Rod?s enormous cock was less erect now than it had been when Lynn?s painfully inept attempt had failed to dislodge it. Lynn stared at it. This thing was huge! It was engorged and red, and purple in places, and heavy, dark hair peeking out of the opening in the pants, surrounding the shaft. It was cut, and the round, slick head of it glistened, presenting an evil eye oozing with sticky moisture. ?Lick it, bitch, before I have to pop you again.? ?Yes, sir,? Lynn said, sticking out his tongue and forcing it willfully to tease the ticklish tip, poking at the dripping eye, then slither around the massive purple head, already feeling it come alive, jumping in response to the touch of his tongue, which was drinking in the taste of total shame. ?Oh, man, that?s good,? Rod said. Sherry was totally involved now in the action she saw on her screen, enjoying herself, touching herself between the legs with her free hand. ?That?s a good girl,? she shouted at Lynn. ?Eat it up, honeybun. Yes! Yes! You?re such a pretty little slut.? Lynn relaxed into his work. Once again, there were no decisions, nothing to worry about. All he had to do was perform his job. It wasn?t too hard, simple really. Like accounting, just take a deep breath, pay attention, do the next step, let the time pass. Besides, this lollipop he was slurping on was not that much different from those giant suckers the rich kids had shown off every day at recess, something Lynn had experienced rarely but memorably, maybe at Christmas or Easter, after his more fortunate classmates had moved on to the next popular treat. Or a strawberry popsicle, his all-time favorite? But a hot popsicle, very hot. How was it that Rod?s cock tasted rather sweet, now that he thought about it? He wouldn?t mind this at all, not a bit, if he had been doing a needy friend a favor instead of being beaten into it like a barbarian sex slave. ?Nice!? Rod said. ?Yeah, you a good little whore. You a fucking all- star, cocksucking slut! Oh yeah, do that some more. Yeah, yeah, right there. Huhhh!? Slippery, Lynn thought as he alternated powerful licking motions with a tandem kneading action employing his lips right at the tip, then around the sides of the head again, and then licking hungrily up and down the shaft. Such fun! What was happening here? he wondered, aghast and entranced at the same time. The slippery organic lubricant was coming out generously now; he knew it was pre-cum; but it was dripping out of the eye of the penis and down Lynn?s chin in an amazing volume compared to anything his own tiny little clitty had ever produced short of full orgasm. ?You?re going to ruin your dress, uuuhhh!? Sherry said, finally unable to avoid making herself come with her own fingers, apparently aided by her words, putting herself in their slave?s place, wishing she were doing her boyfriend instead. Lynn had not realized the woman was doing her own thing over there. He had so much to think about, his head still spinning in its semi- conscious fogginess. ?You want in here, don?t you, Sherry?? Rod said. ?You a cocksucking slut too, aren?t you, big girl?? Sherry screamed in ecstasy and fell to her knees. The camera was on the floor, spinning. She groaned and lay on her side, her whole body jerking . ?Hit him again, Rod. Please?? Lynn felt the penis recede a bit as Rod bent down and pulled up his skirt, exposing Lynn?s silk-pantied ass to the frigid air conditioning of the room, spanking him sharply twice, three times, a fourth time, yielding such searing pain that he gasped and swallowed pre-cum and saliva and God knows what else, almost choking, coughing it out. ?No! Don?t stop!? Rod said. ?I?m so fucking close. I?ll kill your sissy ass. I swear. I--I--I--ooohhh!? Moaning as Lynn began to go at it again with full suction. Lynn had returned with new vigor to his work. It?s just a job, like any other, he thought. Women do it all the time. I am a woman, and I expect to be treated like one. Ha! He felt the head of the manly man?s organ--Lynn?s first ever!--in the back of his throat and flinched, then gagged, catching himself just in time to transform the retching motion into a long stroke, with his lips offering pressure all the way up the shaft before popping off the head and then kissing it, licking it, his lips now burning with all the friction. He gathered lubricating liquids on his tongue and licked his lips, and then Rod?s cock--thinking, my first cock!--then so ashamed to be enjoying it--and rubbed his salved lips into the slippery mass for more, the liquid now running freely out of the head, the only soft part of the man?s member, otherwise the entire penis so hard and so hot it felt like a pounding steel piston. And he impaled his face upon the machine again, this time prepared and able to resist the gagging reflex, letting his throat take the man deep, enjoying--enjoying?--yes, he was enjoying this somehow. He felt--what was it?--a sort of power, certainly of control, paradoxical to the point of being ludicrous, yet definitely there. He could make this man cum whenever he wanted. He had his number. Or, he realized, he could withhold it, and stand back and watch this formerly confident man blame himself for not performing. Men were so easy to figure out. ?Hhhuuuhhh!? Rod grunted, bucking his cock forward into Lynn?s throat, deeper than ever, and Lynn slid back to save his throat from injury, already tasting the hot cum bathing his tongue, his throat, sliding down, filling him, overflowing, now covering his face, dripping into his cleavage, soiling the carpet between his knees, Rod having pulled out, still shooting, doing it on purpose, laughing again at the spectacle he was creating, directing his gushing cock like a firehose, spraying Lynn?s face and hair, his breasts, his sodden dress. Lynn, looking down, catching almost a handful of cum sliding off his chest, heard a loud slamming sound. He looked in that direction. The door had flown open and banged against the wall. Trying to catch his breath through the mass of glob in his mouth, Lynn could not believe what he saw. The time was all wrong. There, silhouetted in the bright morning sun, stood Mr. Sam, looking down at Lynn. ?You fucking whore,? Mr. Sam said. [To be continued. Thank you for your helpful (even if negative) and encouraging feedback!] (c) Copyright 2012, by Leslie P. Lowe. All rights reserved.