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Wendy Williams as she now thought of herself was still new to
femininity. That said when a person is screwed nearly blind in two
bodily orifices, one of witch a man does not even have, the notion of
self-manhood has officially left the building.
Wendy was sitting on the edge of Marvin's bed in the master bedroom
doping out a pair of silk hose. Wendy looked at them and finally elected
to treat them as if they were a pair of really long socks. Bundling them
down to the toe and then pointing her toe to get her foot into it so she
could roll it up her leg. The stocking felt good, but strange. Wendy
slid the other one up her right leg and then looked around for the
garter belt. Ah, there is was. Wendy picked it up from the dresser top
and the puzzled out how to put it on, never having done so before. It
took her a few seconds, but she clipped it around her waist and figured
out how to hook the fasteners to the stocking tops. Wendy was going to
put on the panties first, but then it hit her, how would she go to the
bathroom if the garter belt straps were over the panties?
The bra was a little tricky, but Wendy figured out that she could just
clip it on backwards and then turn it around to get the cups over her
boobs. Wendy was going to just pick out any old underwear but then
realized many women probably tried to match their stuff up, so that is
what she did. As she did all of that, Marvin lay on the bed watching her
dress. She looked at him and asked as she walked over to the closet to
choose an outfit,
"So, Marv, where is your wife now?"
"She's on a bible retreat upstate, probably waiting for the rapture
again."
"Ah, I see, so what are we going to do about her, I mean In the long
run?"
"Well Wendy, that's what I have been laying here contemplating. Your
idea of divorcing her for alienation of affections sounds like a winner.
I thought we could go with that."
Wendy pulled out a light blue skirt suit and held it up appraisingly,
"Jeeze, this stuff is totally nice, how could she stop wearing this
stuff?"
"She claims that she does not wish to be a painted harlot draped in the
silks of Babylon or some such."
Wendy was about to step into the skirt and slide it up her legs when
Marv told her,
"Don't you want to wear a slip?"
"Huh? Oh, yeah, right.
Wendy took a white slip that matched the rest of her underthings and
slid it up to her waist, then donned the skirt and looped the straps
over the bra's side panels. It took her a moment to realize that was
where the weird loops went but she doped it out. The blouse went on next
and Wendy was about to try to tuck it in when she saw the bottom hem was
cut to be decorative and left it as is. Wendy had to think a minute to
keep from buttoning it up the wrong way as she tried at first to button
it up as if it were a man's shirt. Wendy, was just finishing buttoning
the cr?me colored blouse and smoothing it over her breasts and torso
when Marv, still nude, asked her, So, Are you an alien or do you just
not exist."
Wendy stopped and stood still in her stocking feet as Marv asked her
that and she responded, "What, uh, what makes you ask that, Marv?"
"Come on, Pet I laid here and WATCHED you dress and caught you at least
three times, maybe more, not knowing how to put on women's clothes and
or trying to dress like a man. So come on, give it to me straight,
what's the deal there. Who are you really?"
"Who am I? Well, that is an interesting question isn't it. If I told
you, you'll either have me committed as a nut or locked up as a con
artist."
Marvin sat up at that and told Wendy, "I think it's come clean time,
Wendy, who are you, and why were you wearing men's clothes when I found
you?"
Wendy thought about it. She also thought about the fact that she now
self identified as a female human named Wendy. Pragmatically it was
because it was either that or go completely koo-koo. Then Wendy elected
to come clean and told Marvin the whole sordid tale, her former self,
her old job, her website addiction, and then the strange bizarre
transformation that caused them to meet.
"Then you're telling me I had sex with a man?"
"No, Marvin you had fantastic sex with a woman, couldn't you tell? I
just USED to BE a man."
Marvin stood up and looked earnestly at Wendy, telling her with his
hands on his hips, "Well your pupils and skin color and capillary
dilation indicate that you're telling the truth, or at least you think
you are. So, let's have it, give me the whole sordid truth."
Wendy started will Bill's name and age and general background. Four
years of service in the Vietnam War right after high school followed by
college and employment at a good sized business accounting firm, then
marriage. He and his wife lived happily, electing not to reproduce until
the great recession and then the great recession and joblessness
followed by a job at a collection agency at barely half the wages he
once earned. He lost his house and his car and his wife, and had been
living in an apartment and driving the car in which Marvin found him.
This followed by the strange websites and one very strange website in
particular.
"I swear to you, I never WANTED to be a girl, I was just reading those
stories for the sex and the social weirdness factor, then well early
this morning, I woke up and, 'Wendy spun with a flourish' this was me."
Marvin looked at her and cocked his head as if thinking. Then he told
her, "That is the craziest story I have ever heard. There is no way
anyone could make that crazy shit up. What's more, you act like a man,
you move like a man, what's more you fuck like a man."
Then Wendy blinked and asked him half joking/half accusing, "And just
how would YOU know how a man fucks?"
"Still waters run deep my lady, that's all I'll say and I'll say no
more," Marvin answered with a smile.
The mid height heels Wendy was wearing turned out to be not too much of
a problem if she thought of them as being rather like platform shoes, at
least to an extent. The blouse was a little harder to get used to what
with the open bottom hem and remembering not to stand or sit with her
feet apart. Wendy sat and kept her knees together in the chair in front
of the Vanity and asked Marvin,
:So, what is you're verdict, am I crazy, crooked, or creepy?"
Marvin sat up and looked serious, even sober as he told Wendy, "Well,
you're not crazy. Crazy people are not rational or clear headed despite
any pretense to the contrary and they're never aware of their own mental
state enough to be cognizant of anything that might be wonky in their
hard drive.
Marvin stood up and put on a set of Hanes boxer-briefs and continued as
he chose a pair of socks and an undershirt, "You're not crooked. You
haven't asked me for one dime outside of the price for our sexual fun,
you're keeping that, by the way, and I will brook no arguments."
By this time, Marvin was dressed in a relaxed jean shirt, chinos socks,
and loafers as he stood up and told Wendy, "Let's show you your car so
we can see if you can drive it."
The vehicle was a 1998 Chevrolet Caprice colored silver/grey and seemed
to be in good shape. The garage door opened at Marvin's press of a
button and Wendy climbed behind the wheel and buckled herself in, Wendy
had a moment of trouble with the cross belt hitting between her breasts
and had an awkward moment putting it below her breasts rather than
between them. Marvin nodded to himself at that, as if it were a test he
was hoping she would pass or rather fail. Then Marvin got in the
passenger side and told her, "Let's go."
Wendy started the car in several practiced moves and backed out with a
sure hand pulling into the street and then asked "So Marv' where are we
going?"
"To the tenderloin, there is a friend of mine we're going to see about
some papers for you. We need to get you a legal identity and make sure I
can transfer the old grey horse's assets to your name."
Uh, isn't that, kind of illegal, Marv?"
"So is driving without a license, but yet, here you are."
Wendy shrugged and responded, "Fair point."
Marvin continued to watch Wendy amazed at all of her unconscious
mannerisms, forward projected driving, aggressive tactical maneuvering,
an instinctive 'get out of my way' sensibility to her driving style. As
if the Chevrolet Caprice was an extension of a phallus she did not have,
but still behaved as if she did. Whatever happened to Bill Williams, it
was genuine there were too many unconscious behaviors a woman born
simply would not be able to fake, and there were too many things a woman
would know that Wendy demonstrably did not. Even her response to hearing
Marvin's tale of woe was male in sense and sensibility. Not reaching out
with sympathy, but telling him what to do. 'Solve the problem, strike
out at the 'enemy' deal with the problem and go on to the next one, no
hand holding, no tea and cookies, just do the stuff and deal with the
deal. Spending time with Wendy was almost exactly like spending time
with a more mature and experienced man.
To a younger man that grew up in the 70's and 80's being around Wendy in
a nonsexual way was very much like spending time with his father. A
young female version of his father, with great legs and fantastic tits.
When the car reached the Tenderloin Marvin got out and spoke to a shifty
looking man for a few minutes, and the man nodded, took a package from
him and then Marvin waved Wendy over. Wendy was unsure, but got out and
walked over.
The other man was neither dirty nor smelly and in fact more than
anything else he seemed almost fussily clean and neat despite the
location.
"O.K. 'Wendy' Marv explained what you need, He paid half up front, so
I'll get working, I just need to get a picture and then we can get this
going. Just follow me to my place and we'll get this done."
Wendy nodded and she and Marvin followed the van out of the Tenderloin
and into a very posh neighborhood on the north side of the city. When
they reached there the strange man told her, "Go into the lab, and strip
completely and then stand in the rotoscope chamber."
Wendy blinked, but understood more than Marve or Mr Paloudouris gave her
credit for. She took of the clothes she wore and walked self consciously
into the strange looking round chamber. The rotoscoping arms moved up
and down and Mr. Paloudouris told her to assume a series of positions,
some static, and some semi active. Wendy thought about what the machine
was doing and then realized the computer model it was building would be
used to create, not just a set of fake identification, but an entire
synthetic history.
The days of just cranking out a fake I.D. in the back of a van were
over, now he would have to create an entire personality, one that would
explain why she seemed to be an unperson. Pictures, documents,
photographic records facsimile screen grabs from CCTV cameras and many
other pieces of evidence, both subtle and blatant to prove that she
existed. Wendy did not want to think about how much this was costing
Marin, but is made her love him deeply very much that he was willing to
do this for her.
Wendy Williams was no fool and knew just how screwed she would be
without this new synthetic history to provide backing for her existence.
When the posing and posturing was complete, Wendy dressed once more,
this time with a bit more polish and speed than the first time. She then
walked into the main room and Mr. Paloudouris was already at work typing
away on a massive computer that looked like something out of a science
fiction movie.
"What is that thing?"
"This thing, young lady, is the latest and greatest generation of Cray
supercomputer with data additions and modifications by yours truly. I
have her hooked in to the entire national data network, law enforcement,
financial records, legal records you name it. I can do essentially
anything. Right now, a worm program is inserting you into every aspect
of the Californian and American fabric. 'Wendy P. Williams' will be a
real live person in about another hour."
What does the 'P' stand for?"
"The P my dear stands for Persephone."
"Wasn't she the Greek goddess that had to spend half her life in Hades?"
"Ah, very good, you know your classic literature and legend, yes, Wendy
she was, and that's the kicker. You see, Marvin here has told me your
tale and I believe him completely that being the case, part of my price
is time with you."
Wendy was suddenly repelled and asked both the Scientist and Marv,
"Jesus, you don't want me to,..."
Paloudouris told her, visibly insulted, "Do not be gauche young lady,
certainly not. I want to talk to you to find out how this happened and
who you are and who you were. I just want the information and most
importantly to find out if this could be repeated."
Wendy P. Williams was now intrigued, "Why, if I may ask."
"You may, I am sure you are aware of where we live and of the sizable
transgender community we have in our fair city?"
"Ah ha, I get it, you figure out how to do this and you can sell this to
all the women that want to bring their bodies into synched with their
minds."
Paloudouris stood up and walked over to Wendy looking her over, Well,
you ARE a bright little penny aren't you, Wendy P. Williams, yes that's
exactly right. I am pleased to hear that you are also an instinctively
progressive and human woman as well. I think we'll get along famously.
Don't worry, I can look at you and Marv and know how deep you two are in
love. Marv and I go back, and we're too good of friends for me to take
away his happiness.
Wendy sat down in one of the chairs in the lab and asked, "So, you know
his wife?"
"Yes, I do and I was as disappointed as anyone with her fleeing from
rationality to hide In the comforting lie of hysterical religion. I
honestly thought she was smarter than that."
Marin nodded and told his old friend, "You aint the only one, who
thought that." Then he turned to Wendy and told her, referring to his
computer friendly buddy, Vinny here even tried to use logic and rational
arguments to talk her out of it. She just called him a deceiver and
stormed out."
Wendy, stood up and put her hands on Marvin's shoulders telling him,
"Marv, I'm sorry, is there anything else I can do?"
Marvin took her shoulders in his hands and said, "You're doin' it, being
my friend and companion and letting me know I'm not all alone in this. I
just remember that old musical 'My fair lady' the song by Rex Harrison,'
Wendy finished for him, "Why can't a woman be more like a man." Wendy
quirked a grin as if realizing the irony.
Vincent Paloudouris walked over to the banks of machines along the west
wall and collected the series of papers, a birth certificate, a modern
driver's license, a library card, a voter registration card and a host
of other papers including a summons for Jury duty allegedly from three
years ago.
"Now, all of these papers date from when they need to including the
birth certificate registering you as an orphan born in 1987. You have a
car insurance policy that won't need to be renewed for a year and a host
of other mundane papers and bits that would only stand out by their
absence.
Congratulations Wendy Persephone Williams of San Francisco, California,
you exist and everyone who needs to now knows it. You were never in the
military, although now, if you chose you could join, You've never been
in trouble with 'John Law' and you've never so much as had an overdue
book at the Library. You're a good girl."
"Where have I been working, and or living for the past two and a half
decades?"
Home sourcing via the net, since graduating college from a
correspondence course, that reminds me you have a bachelor's degree in
American history. You mostly do work for various publishers. Your Alma
mater was Androscoggin College in Maine."
"O.K., fair enough, then is that it?"
"No, that is not it, I expect to see you back here next week for coffee
and cake and long conversations about cabbages and kings next week, same
bat-time, same Bat-channel."
Wendy chuckled at the archaic reference, which she understood having
been from the correct generation in reality. "Fair enough Dr.
Paloudouris."
"Please, dear lady, call me Vincent."
"Of Course, Vincent."
As Wendy collected her new papers and evidences of official selfhood,
she thought, Vincent had said she and Marvin were in love. Wendy thought
about that. Was she actually in love with a man? Even if she was, her
current body made that rather a non-issue, but even if she were still
male would that have been a big deal?
Wendy put herself behind the wheel of the silver Chevy Caprice and
belted herself in as he thought about that. As a boy and a young man
Bill Williams had experimented with homosexuality, and during the
Vietnam war there had been men squaddies in Bills unit that he loved
with all his heart.
Did it matter? Did the body matter at all in such things? As Wendy
looked over at Marvin the marvelous she decided that no, it didn't it
didn't matter one tiny bit. Anyone who made a big deal out of it was
either an absurd barbarian or a dangerous lunatic.
As they pulled into the driveway of Marvin's place, the man himself was
on the phone to a U-Store-t facility and then a U-Haul franchise to move
all of Wendy's new things out so that Wendy could get cracking on
finding a place to live. The cracker box Bill Williams called a home
simply would not do and Wendy could not move in with Marvin until he
officially divorced the total religious nutbar that used to be his wife.
The car was already now in Wendy's name thanks to Vincent Paloudouris,
and so Wendy told Marin, "Listen I was going to start making some calls
to find myself a place to live at least I nthe near future, and then I
was going to get cracking on a job.
"O.K., so what were you thinking?
"Well, I do have a bachelor's degree in American history and education
science. I thought I could get a collegiate version of a joe-job and
teach school until I get my ducks in a row.
"Ah-ha, well I would never have though of that, but yes, it's certainly
an option."
The two of them went inside after parking in the garage and Wendy told
Marin, "In the meantime, what do you say we see if we can make another
memory?"
Marvin was surprised, but not put off as he answered, "Really, you
really liked that, didn't you?"
Wendy told him aghast, "Come on, Marvo, of course I did, I have NEVER
felt anything like that before. Sex as a man was O.K., but as a woman?
It's an entirely different world and I want some more of that, I have no
idea how some natural born women can feel that and think it's bad."
Marvin looked properly self conscious at the praise, but then answered,
"Well, Wen' Some guys just don't know how to rock and roll. They just
sort of go at it like their doing a chore and then fall asleep."
Wendy thought about that and then remembered many of the guys from Bill
Williams' own generation. 'Wham, Bam, Thankee, Ma'am was about the
extent of their bedroom talents. No wonder prostitution was so
lucrative; a girl would HAVE to be paid to put up with that nonsense.
Then Wendy realized something and was kicking herself for being so
absent-minded as to let it go this long.
"Oh, Marvin," Wendy asked in an overly sweet tone of voice."
"Yes, Wendy?"
"What in the hell is your name, your FULL name, I mean? I only ask
because you know FAR more about me than I do about you."
Marvin got them each a soda as they sat talking in the living room, and
Marvin told her, My name is Marvin J. Dworski, Wendy, since you asked."
"Dworski, Huhn? Marvin J. Dworski. What's the 'J' stand for?"
"Johann."
Wendy smiled and answered, "Nice, Marvin Johann Dworski, I like it, it
has character. It beats the green crap out of 'William Williams' that
just sounds like someone with no imagination grabbing for a straw."
Marvin rejoined, "Oh, I don't know, it's not the worst name in the
world, I once met a guy named Richard Harding."
Wendy blinked and then answered, "No way", and started laughing
uncontrollably. It hit her that Marvin was a great guy and they had a
lot more in common that Bill ever had with his old wife. Wendy Williams
was head over heels dumb dog goofy-faced in love with Marvin J. Dworski.
Wendy had not even been this deep in love with Bill Williams' ex-wife.
That reminded her of the alimony she would no longer be getting and she
nearly fell out of her chair laughing at that.
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