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As Good As It Gets 01 By Sheila Anne Morgan I had graduated from college a couple of years ago with a degree in computer science. I got a job with a large company and learned about setting up computer networks, but I found that working for someone else wasn't what I wanted to do for the rest of my life. So, I decided to freelance and become my own boss. Things were going very well and I had lined up several large clients and the money started rolling in. After I got the networks set up I could do a lot of the work from home and just walk the IT people through the problems. I enjoyed working at home as it allowed me to pursue my hobby, which was something I had been unable to do when I was in college. I had bought a two-bedroom townhouse and fixed up a room for Suzanne. Suzanne was my other self and I could now be her whenever I didn't have to go work on a system on-site. On mornings when I didn't have to leave the house I would go into Suzanne's room and transform myself into a pretty secretary or a sophisticated business-woman. Then I would go down to my office and make my calls or work on system designs. The only people who knew about my secret life were the 'girls' in the club I belonged to. There were six of us who met at Dani's house twice a month. We would just have snacks and drinks and just have a quiet 'girl's night out' there was never any sex, just six friends getting together. I thought that they were the only ones who knew about Suzanne but one day I got a call from one of my best clients. Randy and I had hit it off right from the start and we played golf several times a month. Randy is a true athlete. He played football in college and still keeps his six-foot body as fit as he had during college. I, on the other hand, am only five-six and weigh a hundred forty pounds. I would have gotten mashed into the turf if I had ever tried football. Even in golf I am no match for him, but like I said we seem to hit it off. Randy asked if he could come over and meet with me about something. And I agreed to see him late Thursday afternoon. Randy walked into my office and sat in the chair across the desk from me. "Matt, how long have you been dressing as a woman?" he asked. My jaw dropped and I looked at him in amazement. How could he know my secret? I had always been real careful not to let anything show when I wore lingerie under my male clothes. How could he have guessed? "Don't try to deny it, Matt, I've seen the lace waistband of girls' panties several times and clear nail polish on your fingernails." "Randy," I stammered, "I'm not gay. I sometimes like to wear women's clothing that all." I was worried about losing my best customer. I figured I had already lost him as a friend. He wouldn't want to be seen with me knowing I sometimes dressed as a girl. "I'll bet you make a pretty girl. What do you call yourself when you're dressed?" "I call myself Suzanne, but I never go anyplace except to meet with a few friends who have the same desires. We just sit around and talk, like I said I'm not gay." "I want to meet Suzanne," said Randy. "I can't do that. No one's ever seen me as Suzanne," I protested. "Sure they have you've already admitted you meet with some friends dressed as Suzanne. I'm going to come over tomorrow night and you're going to be dressed as Suzanne and then we are going out to dinner." "I can't, Randy, I've never been to a restaurant. Besides I told you I'm not gay." "Suzanne, I'm not going to take no for an answer," Randy said as he got up and walked out the door. As I heard Randy drive away I put my head in my hands and wondered what I was going to do. Like every crossdresser I had often fanaticized about going out with a man and being accepted as a woman. In fact I had fanaticized about Randy being that guy, but I never thought I would ever get a chance. I knew I looked pretty convincing and the other 'girls' often told me how jealous they were of me. When I looked in the mirror I saw a pretty girl staring back, but then every crossdresser sees the same thing. True no one seemed to suspect that I was anything other than a pretty girl when I would go for a drive as Suzanne. I left a message on my voicemail that I would be unavailable all day Friday and went up to Suzanne's room to decide what I would wear. First I had to decide what dress I would wear before selecting the lingerie. I looked through the closet and finally chose my LBD (little black dress). Every girl has at least one. Mine had a lettuce hem that stopped just above the knee and spaghetti straps to hold it up. Everything between hugged the figure that my strapless basque gave me. After hanging the dress over the door I went to Suzanne's lingerie chest and selected a new pair of black stocking with a faint fishnet pattern and black bikini panties. I would have to wear my gaff under them to keep everything tucked in place. Next I took out the black basque and laid it on the dresser beside the panties and stockings. Back in the closet I picked out a pair of strappy black sandals with four-inch heels. I loved the way the four-inch heels made my legs look. Next was the jewelry. I don't have pierced ears but have been able to find several pairs of earrings, which appear to be pierced but really have magnetic backs to hold them in place. I pick out a pair with large filigreed medallions, which almost brush my shoulders. I have a matching necklace and bracelet and a silver watch that should look just perfect with my dress. Last I go back into the closet and look at the selection of wigs on the shelf. I have ten different wigs in every color from black to pale blonde. I decide that for Randy I'm going to be a blonde so I take down the honey blonde wig, which will fall just below my shoulders. I set the wig stand on Suzanne's vanity and head for the bathroom. I don't have much hair on my body. This is a gift from my mother's genes along with my short, small frame and high cheekbones. I apply the depilatory and let it work for fifteen minutes before stepping into the shower and washing it off. Stepping from the shower I dry myself off and apply a flower-scented moisturizer to my body. Then I blow-dry my shoulder length hair. I walk back into Suzanne's room with a towel wrapped around my chest and go to the bottom drawer of Suzanne's lingerie chest and retrieve the box with her realistic B-cup breastforms. Taking the surgical adhesive I apply it to the back of one of the forms and letting the towel drop I carefully press it in place on my chest. As soon as the adhesive sets I repeat the procedure with the other form. As I look in the mirror I see two pert breasts sprouting from my chest. As I lower my gaze I see the hairless cock and balls hanging from between my legs. I take the gaff from the dresser and slip it up my legs. I tuck my cock and balls between my legs before pulling the gaff in place. I have done this many times and it is no longer uncomfortable for me to wear the gaff for long periods of time. Now I look at my body and although there is no vagina there is the flat belly of a woman. Suzanne has been born again. I take a sheer lavender nightgown from the lingerie chest and slip it over my head. I love the feeling of the sheer, silky material as it falls around my hairless body. Tonight I will sleep in Suzanne's bed with its satin sheets. Before going to bed I apply the square French-tipped extensions to my fingernails. Then I use the cordless manicure tool to give my feet a pedicure. I will wait until morning to apply the polish. Morning comes and I awake refreshed. I slip out of the bed and grab the robe, which matches my nightgown and slip on the three-inch heeled mules as I make my way to the kitchen to fix a light breakfast and coffee. Fortunately my paper is delivered to my doorstep and I don't have to walk to the street to retrieve it. I had a cup of yogurt and a cup of flavored coffee while I read the paper and thought about what I was going to do today. I was still scared to death about Randy seeing me and then taking me out to dinner. The only other times I had been out were to my 'girlfriend's' house and several times I had drove my Mustang GT convertible around town and maybe stopped to window shop at some strip mall which was closed for the night. I would sometimes put the top down on the Mustang when I was sure that there would not be anyone around who would recognize me. Even stopping for gas or going through a drive-thru petrified me. I had tinted the windows on the Mustang with a dark tint so no one could see me as I drove away from the townhouse. I would always get into the car before opening the garage door in case there was a neighbor walking by. After finishing my coffee I went back upstairs and slipped into a pair of Suzanne's tight fitting jeans and a tank top. I coated my lips with a peach lipstick and applied some mascara to my lashes. I brushed my hair and put in a couple of barrettes to give it a feminine look. Looking in the mirror I saw a girl who was going to spend the day around the house and just wanted to look good in case she had to open the door. I grabbed my nail kit and went back to the kitchen and began working on my nails. Doing French-tips on my fingers and toes took a lot longer than just regular polish but the result was worth the added effort. By the time I finished it was late morning. I spent the rest of the morning and early afternoon watching some women's shows and looking at fashion magazines. At three o'clock I decide that it was time to get my bath and start getting ready for my debut. I ran the bath and poured in a generous amount of scented bath oil beads. Stripping off my jeans and shirt I slipped into the tepid water and relaxed. A scented bath always makes me feel sexy and tonight I wanted to be as sexy as possible. Getting out of the bath I patted my self dry and applied some deodorant before going into Suzanne's room and slipping on my gaffe. With the gaffe in place I slipped the black bikini panties and then wrapped the Basque around me and fastened it. I always liked the way it pulled my waist in and gave me a girlish figure. It also lifted my breasts and put them on display. The waterproof make up I used where the seams joined my skin made them seem like they were all me. I slipped the sheer stockings up my legs and slipped the garters beneath my panty before attaching them to the tops of the stockings. Now I am ready to start on my make up. Fortunately I have had lots of practice and have perfected several different looks depending on what occasion I am dressed for. Today I am going for glamorous as it will be evening and I will be dressed for a very special date. I sit at the vanity and look at the face in the mirror. A face which in the next hour will turn into that of a sexy woman. I apply the foundation, which gives me the peaches and cream complexion that every woman strives for. I smooth it and blend it until it looks natural. Next comes the powder, which sets the foundation and the canvas is ready for me to create the glamorous woman I want to be. The look I am going for is elegant and sultry. If Randy plans to take me out I want to be seen as a beautiful woman. I don't want there to be any doubt in anyone's mind that I am all woman. It takes me over an hour, but when I am finished I look as beautiful as any fashion model gracing the cover of Vogue or Cosmopolitan. I cover my hair with a wig cap and carefully pin my blonde wig to it. I slip the dress over my head, being careful not to mess my make up. I reach behind me and zip up the dress. Sitting back down on the vanity stool I slip my feet into the heels and then stand and walk gracefully over to the full-length mirror and admire the beautiful woman standing there. I take the small, black purse from the dresser and add my lipstick, mascara and compact to it before grabbing the lacy shawl and heading down stairs to await Randy's arrival. I am as nervous as a kitten as I sit on the edge of the couch and hear Randy's car pull into the drive. This has been a dream for a long time, but I hope it doesn't end as a nightmare. Every crossdresser dreams of going on a date with a handsome man and being treated as a woman. Randy has been my dream man for a long time and now that dream is about to come true. The doorbell rings and I nervously get to my feet and walk to the door. I hesitate for a moment as I paste a smile on my face before turning the handle and opening the door. Randy is standing there with a dozen red roses in his hand. A look of surprise crosses his face. "Suzanne?" he asks. "You were expecting someone else?" I reply in my practiced feminine voice. "I knew you would make a pretty woman but this is incredible." "Would you like to come in or are you going to stand out there all night and stare?" Randy walked past me into the living room. "These are for you," He stammered as he handed me the roses. "I'd better find something to put them in. I'll just be a minute. Have a seat." I could feel Randy's eyes on me as I walked into the kitchen to look for something to put the roses in. Not having ever gotten flowers from anyone I did not have a vase so I found a crystal pitcher and filled it with water. I placed the flowers into the water and returned to the living room. I set the pitcher on the coffee table. "They're beautiful, Randy," I said "I've never gotten flowers before so I didn't have a vase to put them into." "A beautiful girl like you should be receiving flowers all the time. Let me look at you." I held out my arms and did a slow twirl as he shook his head in amazement. "I can't believe you're not a girl. This is amazing." "Thank you, sir. Can I get you a drink?" "No, I have made reservations for seven and we had better get going." "Where are we going?" I asked. "Just somewhere that I can show off a beautiful lady. You'll just have to trust me." I draped my shawl across my shoulders and picked up my purse as Randy put his hand on the small of my back and led me to the door. He took my key and locked the door before leading me to the passenger side of his car. Randy opened the door and watched as I gracefully sat on the seat and then pressed my knees together and swung my legs into the car. The restaurant was crowded when we arrived but the hostess took us right to a table in the middle of the restaurant. I suspect that this was something Randy had requested. Randy held my chair for me and pushed it in. I set my purse on the table and dropped the shawl over the back of the chair as Randy took his seat. When the waitress arrived Randy ordered a strawberry margarita for me and a beer for himself. Whenever we had stopped after a round of golf I had always had a beer. But with me being dressed as a woman I guess he didn't feel a beer was appropriate. Randy monopolized the conversation as we waited for our drinks to arrive. He was treating me just like he would treat any other girl. I found myself unconsciously giggling at some of the silly things he said. He was getting me to relax and feel comfortable. But I was still conscious of the looks I was getting from some of the male patrons. Not like they suspected anything, but just admiring glances at a pretty girl. The drinks arrived and Randy again ordered my dinner for me without even asking what I would like. He raised his glass of beer and toasted me as the prettiest girl he knew. I felt myself blush. The dinner was a delicious poached salmon for me and a prime rib for Randy. Randy ordered a bottle of wine for dinner and never let my glass go empty. By the time dinner was finished I had a desperate need to use the rest room. Having never been inside a ladies rest room I was petrified at being found out and exposed as a pervert. I knew there was nothing to worry about as there would only be stalls in there and they would all have doors. My gaff would only let me sit to pee so there wasn't the remotest possibility that I would be caught standing to pee. The ladies' rest room was appointed much nicer than any men's rest room I had ever been in. But the one universal thing about women's rest rooms is that there always seems to be a line waiting for a stall and this one was no exception. When my turn came I entered the stall and pulled down my panties and sat. The strategically placed hole in my gaff allowed the head of my penis to poke through so I didn't have to remove it. After freshening my make up I walked through the restaurant to where Randy was waiting for me. I felt as if every eye in the place was watching me. We left the restaurant and went to an intimate club where we danced until it closed for the night. I had not danced since I was in high school and never as a woman in high heels. Fortunately Randy was a good dancer and I was able to follow his lead. The feeling I got as he held me close was so different from any feeling I had ever had before. I felt loved and protected. At one point Randy leaned down and his lips brushed mine in a brief, tender kiss. I was shocked and thrilled at the same time. Shocked that he would see me as a desirable girl and want to kiss me and thrilled that he did. Randy took me to his house after we left the club. As I sat on the couch he asked me if I wanted a drink. As I was feeling a little tipsy I decided it would be best to not have another drink. Besides I was feeling horny and I knew Randy was too. I had felt his hard cock pressing against my stomach all night as he held me close on the dance floor. I was anxious to see where this would lead. I had enjoyed his kiss and wanted more and a drink would just get in the way. Randy sat next to me on the couch and pulled me close. I didn't resist as I turned my face to him. His lips met mine and he gave me the most passionate kiss I had ever had in my life. His tongue parted my willing lips and I sucked it greedily into my mouth. I melted into his strong embrace. Randy's hands began to roam my body as our kiss became more frenzied. My hand dropped to his lap and I felt his hard cock through his pants. Randy moaned as I sucked harder on his tongue. I don't know what I was thinking as I rubbed the turgid meat. I claimed not to be gay, but I wanted to please this man who had treated me like a desirable woman all evening. He had released something inside of me that I didn't know was there. I had never felt this way towards another man in my life. My dainty fingers pulled down the zipper of his trousers and I reached inside. I struggled to grasp his cock through the opening in his briefs but decided to just undo his trousers and bare everything. After unbuckling his belt and opening his fly He lifted his butt off of the couch so I could pull his pants to his knees. By this time I was sure he wasn't going to be satisfied with a hand job and I knew what I wanted to do. As I broke the kiss and started to slip from the couch Randy stopped me. "Suzanne, you don't have to do this," he said, "Tonight was about you and letting you feel like a woman. I don't expect you to do anything that you will regret and will ruin our friendship." "Randy, this isn't something Matt would do, but Suzanne wants to do it. Tonight Suzanne is in charge," I said as I knelt between his legs. I wrapped my hand around the first cock, other than my own, that I had ever touched. It felt like iron covered with velvet. The male inside of me kept trying to resist what the female wanted desperately to do. I leaned down and tenderly kissed the purple head. Randy moaned. I ran my tongue down the underside and traced the vein to where it met his balls and then kissed my way to the head. I had never received a blowjob and so was just trying to remember what I had seen on the Internet. I guess I must have been doing something right because Randy kept moaning and encouraging me. I let the head slip between my lips and I bathed the head with my tongue. I could taste the fluid starting to leak from the tiny eye and the taste wasn't at all unpleasant as I suspected it might be. I lowered my head further and more of the hard prick slipped between my lips. I used my hand to massage his balls as I tongued his cock. He was so long that I gagged before being able to take all of him in my mouth. I pulled back until just the head was again between my lips and then took as much of his as possible into my mouth again. I could feel Randy begin to tense and quickened my sucking. "Suzanne, I'm going to cum!" he groaned and tried to pull me off of his cock. I grabbed his butt and held on so I wouldn't lose his cock. I wanted my reward just like any woman would. Randy relaxed his grip on my head when he realized that I wasn't about to release him. I felt his cock expand in my mouth as he jerked and the sweet/salty cum splashed into my throat. I pulled back until just the head was captured behind my lips and he proceeded to fill my mouth. I swallowed quickly but some still escaped and dribbled down my chin. I looked up at Randy and the only way I could describe his look was one of love. As his cock softened I took it back into my mouth and bathed it with my tongue to get anything that had dribbled down it. "That was fantastic! No one has ever given me a blowjob like that," Randy said as I licked the cum from my lips and gazed into his eyes. Randy pulled me up from my knees and kissed me long and hard. He kicked off his pants and briefs and scooped me into his arms and carried me into his bedroom. As he set me on the floor and pulled me into a tight embrace I could feel his fingers pulling down the zipper of my dress. He pushed the straps off of my shoulders and I stepped back to let the dress slither to the floor and pool at my feet. My pent-up cock was aching as it tried to grow in the confines of the gaff. I reached down as we continued to kiss and slid the panties and gaff down my legs and let them join the dress around my ankles. My cock sprang free and Randy picked me up and set me on his king size bed. What happened next surprised me as Randy crawled between my legs and took me in his mouth. It didn't take long before my little cockette spurted my cream into his mouth. He then crawled up to me and covered my mouth with his and fed me my cum as I sucked greedily on his tongue. I could feel him growing hard again and I whispered, "Randy, I want you inside me." "Are you sure, Suzanne?" "I've never been so sure of anything in my life, Lover. I need you now. Do me just like I was your woman." Randy reached into the bedside table and pulled out a tube of K-Y Jelly and a condom. "These are still here from when Carol was alive." Carol was Randy's wife who was killed in a car crash two years ago. It had devastated Randy and he had immersed himself in his business since then. He seldom dated and said he found that most of the women were either airheads or gold diggers who were just after his money. Randy spread some of the jelly on his fingers and rubbed it between my cheeks. I could feel him probing my hole with his finger and I tried to relax as he entered me. A second finger joined the first and then a third as I began to loosen up. I moaned as he kissed me deeply and humped against his fingers. Randy withdrew his fingers and spread my legs. I reached down and rolled the condom down his cock. He then lifted my legs and put them over his shoulders as he positioned his cock at the entrance of my boy pussy. Slowly he pressed forward and it almost felt like I was constipated and trying to drive out a big turd as the head of his shaft popped behind my sphincter muscle. Suddenly the pain was gone and I could feel him begin to slip deeper into my "pussy". Soon his balls were against my ass. He withdrew and began a slow, rhythmic pistoning in and out of me. I was raising my ass to meet his thrusts and loving the feeling of being a woman for this virile man. With a hard thrust Randy drove into me and I watched his face as he unloaded another massive load of cum in my "pussy". I came as he did without my penis being touched and my sperm covered my belly. His cock grew soft and fell out of me with a soft plop. He took off the condom and dropped it in the wastebasket beside the bed. When I awoke the next morning the room was already bright with daylight. Randy was spooned in behind me with his strong arm around my waist. I had a desperate need to pee and eased myself out from under his arm without waking him. My ass was slightly sore as I walked to the bathroom, but the memory of last night made it a pleasant soreness. After taking care of my bodily function I decided to take a shower. I slipped out of the Basque and stockings and turned on the shower. I stepped into the shower and let the warm water soak the stiffness from my muscles as I luxuriated in the memories of my coming out yesterday. There was nothing I regretted about what had happen and I wanted to do it again often. Finishing the shower I wrapped a towel around myself and stepped into the bedroom. Randy was just waking and I looked longingly at his morning hard- on. "Randy, I need something to wear. I can't very well go back home in the dress I wore last night. It has a big cum stain down the front of it." "Why don't you look in Carol's closet? All of her things are still in there and you are about the same size as her. You can have anything you want. It's about time for me to let her go." "You're just going to take me home, right?" "No, I thought we would go out to lunch and maybe take a drive. Then I have tickets for a play. So we'll go out to dinner and then to the play." "What should I wear then?" "Just something casual and then we'll come back here and you can get dressed up again." I walked over to the closet, which had been Carol's, and opened the door. The closet was the size of a small bedroom and had been professionally organized. Someone had thoughtfully covered all of the clothes with bed sheets to protect them. I removed the sheets and was greeted by a vast variety of clothes in a rainbow of colors. There cubicles for shoes which contained fifty or sixty pairs of shoes. Everything from flats and tennis shoes to four-inch heels and boots to go with any of the outfits neatly arranged in the closet. Carol had been a very stylish dresser and she and Randy had the money that she could afford the very best. I opened the drawers in the cabinets and found them stuffed with enough lingerie to stock a Victoria Secret store. Randy came up behind me and said, "I couldn't bear to give all this stuff to charity and I didn't know what else to do with it. If you want any of it you can take it. I'm sure it'll look great on you. And you might want to try this to get those top two drawers open." Randy handed me a plastic cylinder, which when passed over the front of the drawer unlocked a hidden lock. I opened the drawers and was amazed at the vast collection of neatly organized jewelry in them. It was all expensive and it could be mine if I wanted it. The only drawback was that the earrings were all for pierced ears and mine weren't pierced. Randy left to take his shower and I looked for something to wear. I finally settled on a yellow, print sundress. I selected a matching yellow bra and bikini set from the lingerie and a pair of suntan stockings. There was a pair of cork-soled wedge sandals, which would go perfectly. I sat on the padded bench, which was conveniently located in the closet, and rolled the new stockings up my legs. The stockings had elastic in the welts and were made to stay up without garters. I pulled the panties in place and tucked my clitty securely between my legs. I cupped my breast in the bra and fastened the two hooks behind my back. I had found a make up kit from one of the leading cosmetic manufacturers, which Carol had evidently gotten as a premium for buying some of their products. She had never used it. It was just what I needed as I hadn't planned on spending the night and the cosmetics in my purse were not the right colors for daytime. I sat at the vanity and carefully made up my face before slipping on the dress. The dress fit perfectly and I was amazed that Carol and I wore the same shoe size. I hoped that everything else would fit as well. Randy complimented me on how I looked and told me that dress was one of Carol's favorites. He said I looked as good in it as Carol had. We drove to a small village and had a light lunch in a quaint caf? and then spent the afternoon looking in the shops. We held hands and talked and laughed just like the other couples strolling through the town were. I couldn't remember ever having a better time and I knew Randy was enjoying himself as much as I was. There was something about the way he was treating me that made me feel special and loved. I had ceased being his friend Matt and had become his lady and lover, Suzanne. He was totally comfortable calling me Suzanne or Suzy. He hadn't slipped once. I knew I wasn't gay, but I was a woman and it wasn't wrong for a woman to love and be loved by a man. And I had never had much luck in my relationships with women. Maybe this was as it was meant to be for me. For the evening I wore a pair of dressy, black pants and a cowl-neck sweater with silver threads running through the fabric. The pants were just the right length for the black, stiletto pumps I was wearing. I found some silver jewelry that went perfectly with the outfit but was disappointed that I couldn't wear the matching earrings. Randy looked as handsome as ever in his suit and tie. Dinner was great and the play was fantastic. Randy kept his arm around my shoulders and I rested my head on his shoulder. We were just like two teenage lovers as we snuggled and kissed. Arriving at Randy's house I told him I was going to freshen up as he got us a drink. I went back to the bedroom and entered the closet where I had seen the most beautiful peignoir set. I quickly removed my clothes and pulled a matching, salmon colored thong up my legs and tucked my clitty between my legs. I slipped the sheer gown over my head. The feeling of the sheer nylon and lace on my hairless body was exquisite. I looked in the mirror and could just see the faint traces of my dark nipples and thong through the gauzy material. I slipped on the matching robe and fastened to button at the neck and then slipped the matching slides on my feet. I freshened my lipstick, spritzed myself with perfume and walked back to the living room where Randy was waiting. As I entered the living room and when Randy looked at me he had a shocked look on his face. "What's wrong? You look like you've seen a ghost," I asked thinking that I had done something terribly wrong. "That's the gown Carol wore on our wedding night," he replied. "I'm sorry, I didn't know. I'll go change," I said as I turned to go back to the bedroom. "No! Please don't change. You look just as beautiful as she did that night. When you walked into the room I thought it was her." "I thought it was a beautiful gown and I wanted tonight to be special. You have made all my dreams come true and I love you for that." "Suzanne, you are very special. I can't remember anyone, since Carol, who I have enjoyed being with more. Please don't feel like you've done anything wrong." I went over to the couch and kicked off the mules and sat next to him. I leaned against him and pressed my lips to his. He responded by pulling me into his arms and returning my passionate kisses. Our hand roamed each others body's as we necked and petted until we were both breathing heavily. Randy stood and bent down. He slipped his arms around my back and under my knees. He carried me into his room and laid me in the middle of the bed. I had pulled the covers back earlier when I had changed. Randy stood at the side of the bed and undressed as I watched him reveal his muscular body. He still had the same body he had when he was playing college football. As the last of his clothes fell to the floor his cock was sticking up and was ready for what was coming next. Randy knelt on the bed and I raised my legs to give him access to my "pussy". The K-Y Jelly was on the nightstand and Randy greased my cunt and his pole. Tonight he wasn't using a condom and he slid the purple head between my cheeks and gently pushed against my sphincter. He slid in easily and I arched my back as I felt the warm meat work itself deep into my bowels. I looked up into his eyes and I could see my love reflected there. He smiled down at me and I knew he saw me as a very desirable woman. I felt his balls slap against my ass as he buried himself in as deep as he could go. Slowly he pulled out and I felt empty. Again he drove into me and I contracted my anal muscle to squeeze his thick shaft. Randy grunted. My clitty was captured between our bodies and was being stroked by his six-pack abs. Randy stiffened and buried himself in me. I squealed as he filled me with his baby batter and I pumped my juices unto my stomach where it pooled in my navel. Randy collapsed on top of me as I felt his cock soften and pull out with a soft plop. We lay in each other's arms as we fell asleep. I awoke the next morning with Randy spooned in behind me. His soft cock nestled in the crack of my ass and a muscular arm draped over me. I gently eased myself out from under his arm and padded to the bathroom. I sat on the toilet and released a stream of pee into the bowl. As I did my sphincter relaxed and I could feel the cum enema I had received drain into the toilet. Before leaving the bathroom I cleaned myself up and washed off my make up. Randy had rolled over on his back and was still snoring softly when I returned to the bed. Quietly I slipped under the covers and lowered my head to his groin. I took the soft meat into my mouth and bathed the dried cum from it as it grew in my mouth. Randy groaned as he realized what was happening. He pulled the covers back so he could watch as I worked his cock back to full erection. When I had it hard and Randy started thrusting into my mouth, I released him and straddled his hips. I guided the thick meat to the entrance of my greased "pussy" and began to impale myself. As I slid lower I reached down and pinched Randy's nipples through the thick mat of hair on his chest. Randy grabbed my hips and began to control my up and down motion on his shaft. My little clitty was growing stiff as my prostate was massaged by the man-meat deep inside me. Randy was watching me as I threw my head back. He pulled my hips down and drove himself into me so far that I thought his cock was in my stomach. I could feel his seed as it splashed into my bowels and at the same time I reached my own climax. A stream of cum shot from my clitty and landed on Randy's chest. As Randy softened I slid off of him and sucked the cum from his chest before cleaning his cock. We showered together before getting dressed. As we decided to spend the day at Randy's house we both dressed in shorts. Randy wore a tee shirt and I wore a spaghetti-strapped crop top that I found in Carol's closet. I wore the cork-soled sandals I had worn yesterday because I liked the way they made my legs look. I guess Randy liked my legs too because he kept looking at them and stroking them whenever he got a chance. We found some orange juice, eggs and pre-cooked bacon in the refrigerator and made breakfast. Later we went to the supermarket to pick up something for dinner. I enjoyed the looks I received from the male shoppers and employees. Before Randy drove me home I gave him another blow-job as a thank you for the most fabulous weekend of my life. Randy walked me to the door of my townhouse where we shared a long, passionate kiss before he said goodnight. I slept that night in Suzanne's bed wearing one of her baby-doll pajamas. As I didn't have any appointments scheduled for the week I decided to remain as Suzanne. No one would see how I was dressed when I talked to him or her on the phone or by email. If I had to go out for something I was now confident that I could pass easily. My only problem might be the neighbors. I decided to tell anyone who asked that Suzanne was Matt's cousin who was spending some time at his place while Matt was out of town working. During the day I wore a skirt and blouse or business suit while working. In the evening I changed into something more casual, usually a mini skirt and top. Tuesday Randy called and I answered in my Matt voice. "Is Suzanne there?" he asked. "Just a minute I'll get her for you. May I say who's calling," I replied as Matt. "Tell her it's her friend, Randy." I paused for a minute before switching to my Suzanne voice. "Randy, It's good to hear from you. I can't tell you how much I enjoyed last weekend." "That's what I'm calling about," He said, "I was wondering if you were free this weekend?" "I could be," I replied with a smile in my voice, "What did you have in mind?" "I had such a great time last weekend I thought we might do it again this weekend. There's a new movie playing at the Cineplex that I thought you might like to see." We agreed that he would pick me up at six and we would go to dinner and the show. He told me to pack an overnight bag in case he didn't get me home. I knew that neither one of us wanted me to go home. I thought about it all weekend and on Wednesday I decided to get my ears pierced. On the way to Dani's house I stopped at the mall. I walked confidently through the mall to the Piercing Pagoda. A week ago I would have been petrified at going near the mall, Today I am going to have my ears double pierced as any of the shoppers who walk by can see. The girl shows me the selection of starter earrings and I pick out diamond studs for the upper holes and ?" hoops for the lower holes. In a matter of minutes I on my way back out to the car. I can't wait for my ears to heal so I can try on some of the gorgeous earring that Carol has. The 'girls' sensed that something was different about me as I walked into Dani's living room. "Out with it, Suzanne," said Crystal when she saw the happy smile on my face. "What?" I replied, feigning ignorance. "You know 'what'," said Cynthia, "You look like you just won the lottery." "Girls, I think our Suzanne got her ears pierced," Dani said as she spotted the diamond stud flashing beneath my hair. "Suzanne! What's going on? You were always the shyest on of us," Dani asked. I told them about how Randy had confronted me and then took me out as Suzanne. I left out the parts about sex but I think they filled in the blanks. Because I got my ears pierced they knew there had been a change in me as I was always worried about someone finding out about my other self and embarrassing me in public. Needless to say I was the topic of conversation all evening. I spent the next two weekends being Randy's girlfriend and lover. On Sunday night, as he was taking me home, Randy asked. "Suzanne, I was telling my therapist about our relationship and he suggested that you see a colleague of his." Randy had been seeing a therapist ever since Carol's death to help him over the grief. "Randy, I admit that I like being Suzanne and I haven't worn male clothes since our first date, but why should I go to see a shrink. I know it's not normal for a guy to want to dress as a woman. Everything that I've read says that it's not something which can be cured. I have purged my fem stuff several times and after several months or a year the urge gets too great and I'm back dressing again." "You just need to talk to her. You are under no obligation to do anything. It may help you sort out your feelings. I'll go with you and pay her." I met with Dr. Amanda Foster the following week. After she sent Randy out of the room she asked a lot of personal questions as she delved into what I felt when I was Suzanne. I found I was very comfortable talking to her and readily agreed to return the following week for another session. A couple of weeks later Randy called and asked me to accompany him to a formal dinner/dance at the country club which was being put on for charity. He told me to let myself into his house and wear anything I wanted in Carol's closet. I was getting tired of wearing the wig and I called a salon that advertised that they did hair extensions. They asked me to come in for a consultation so they could tell me what they could do for me and what it would cost. I arrived at the salon with my wig on and was led back to a chair where Gretchen, the stylist, removed the wig. I had not had a haircut in several months and my hair had a kind of unisex style and was a little past my collar. Gretchen combed it out and looked at it before asking how long of extensions I had in mind. I told her I wasn't sure how long they could make them, as I didn't know anyone who had ever had it done. "Honey, we can give you hair down to your ankles if you want it. It just depends on what you're willing to pay for." "I was thinking of something to the middle of my back," I replied, "About where my bra is." Gretchen looked at her chart and quoted me a price. I thought the price was reasonable so I told her to go ahead. It was several hours later when she finished and I had a luxurious head of honey blonde hair that cascaded over my shoulders and down my back. While Gretchen had been doing my hair Tina was working on my nails and now I had acrylic extensions styled in a French manicure. When Gretchen finished with the extensions she asked if I wanted my eyebrows waxed. I figured that after everything else I had done feminine eyebrows were going to be icing on the cake. I told her to go ahead and in a few minutes I had a set of beautifully curved eyebrows. I guess that I wasn't going to be Matt anytime soon. Over the past couple of weeks I had introduced Suzanne to some of my customers as my new associate and I had gone to some customer's sites as Suzanne. As her work was of the same quality as Matt's (big surprise, huh) the customers readily accepted her in Matt's place. It had now been over six weeks since I had worn any male clothing and I had no intention of wearing any anytime soon. By now I was as girl as I could be without surgical alterations. I had lost about ten pounds and my stomach was lean and flat. If I had breasts I would look good in a skimpy bikini, but the breastforms would not stand up to that close of an inspection. Besides they wouldn't tan like real skin and it would be a definite giveaway. The day of the dance I let myself into the house and turned off the alarm. I knew just what dress I planned to wear. I went to the bathroom and filled the garden tub and poured in some bath oil beads and some bubble bath. Put my hair up in a bun on top of my head and I lowered myself into the tepid water. I lay my head back on the pillow and let the bath oils soak into my skin as I dreamed about the evening ahead. When the water cooled I got out and toweled myself dry and applied Carol's scented lotion. I wrapped a towel around my chest and went into the closet where I began applying my make up. Having applied make up every day for the past six weeks and studying some make up CD's I knew exactly the look I was going for and was able to accomplish it fairly quickly. I got up and dropped the towel across the bench and walked to the lingerie drawer. I wrapped the red garter belt around my waist and then slid the red, bikini panties up my smooth legs. I pulled the garter straps through the leg holes of the panties and tucked myself tightly between my legs before pulling the panties in place. I have long since quit wearing the gaff, as I don't get an erection from wearing beautiful clothes anymore. I found the self-adhesive bra cups and attached them to my chest and breastforms. Taking the red stockings I sat on the bench and rolled them up my legs. The feeling of sheer nylon on shaved legs is still incredible. I stand and attach the garters to the welts of the stockings making sure they are straight and taut. Next I take the red, halter dress off of the hanger and slip it over my head. It is made of Lycra and has no zipper. There is a diamond-shaped cutout above my breast and my back is completely exposed down to the small of my back. The left side is slit up to mid-thigh and is guaranteed to show a lot of leg. I look in the mirror and turn to see myself from every angle. There are going to be a lot of broken hearts tonight. I say to myself. From the jewelry drawer I select a pair of long earrings and exchange the hoops in my lower holes for them. They hang down until they just about brush my bare shoulders. I am so glad I got my ears pierced. I put a gorgeous cocktail ring on my right hand and a thin, diamond-encrusted watch on my left wrist. A fine gold bracelet and anklet complete my jewelry. I dab perfume, which matches the scent of my body lotion on all of my pressure points. I pull the pins from my hair and it cascades down my back. I brush it until it shines and slip on the five-inch, red heels. Randy is due home any minute and he hasn't seen my new hair so I want to be at the door when he arrives. I mix a martini for Randy and stand by the door as I hear his car pull into the driveway. Randy opens the door and stares. I guess I have had the desired effect, as all he can say is 'WOW!' I hand him the drink and kiss him tenderly on the lips. His only comment is, "Don't go away. I'll be down in a minute," I go into the living room and sit on the couch as he goes to the bedroom to change. In what seems like minutes Randy is back dressed in his tuxedo and escorts me to the car. I make sure I let him see a lot of leg as I swing my legs into the car. "I love your hair," He says, "Did you get a new wig?" "No, I went to the beauty salon yesterday and they put in extensions. No more wigs for this girl. Now I can wear all of the hairstyles I've wanted to for so long and haven't been able to. I can do ponytails, buns and braids if I want." "Well, I'm not going to let you out of my sight tonight. If I do some lothario is going to try to steal you away from me." At the country club the valet holds open my door and watches as I swing my shapely legs to the ground. He offers his hand to help me stand and I give him a devastating smile in return. Randy laughs as he leads me to the doors of the club. "I hope he doesn't wreck the car." "What do you mean, Darling?" I ask innocently while giving Randy a mischievous smile. "You know damn well what I mean, you little hussy." We went in and found a table. There were already two couples sitting there and we introduced ourselves. Randy left to get us drinks. "Where did you get that lovely dress, Suzanne?" one of the women asked. "I borrowed it from a friend," I replied. "It looks like it was made just for you." "I guess I'm lucky that we're the same size." "I wish I could wear something like that," said the other woman. Randy came back with our drinks and we made small talk while our dinners were served. After dinner we danced to the orchestra. I loved the feel of my long hair as it moved on my bare back. And Randy's caress was very pleasant especially since I knew he would be touching a lot more of my bare skin a little later tonight. I snuggled in close to him and could feel his hard organ pressed into my stomach. There were photographers from all of the papers and the local magazines. I had my picture taken by all of them at least once that I was aware of. I couldn't remember when I had enjoyed myself more. I'm sure that I was the envy of every woman at the dance. The rest of the night was everything I knew it would be. Randy was as horny as a mountain goat and had four orgasms before he drifted off to sleep. I lay contented in his arms as his cum leaked from my sore bottom. The next day dawned cold and rainy and Randy announced that he had a very important proposal to work on. I dressed in an ankle-length gauze skirt and a gray turtleneck sweater. I slipped a pair of sandals on my feet and found one of Carol's Harlequin novels and settled onto the couch. I slipped the sandals off and curled my feet beneath me as I opened the book. At noon I made Randy and myself a sandwich. I went out to the supermarket to find something for dinner. Over the last several weeks I have become more comfortable being seen as a woman and was not embarrassed at going out alone to public places. I was beginning to enjoy the looks and attention a pretty woman gets. I never thought I would be able to dress like this and interact with people who thought I was just another pretty girl. I was always afraid that they would see that I was a man dressed as a woman. I picked up some fish and vegetables and went back to fix dinner. After a relaxing dinner Randy and I settled onto the couch to watch a movie. Sunday evening as I was getting ready to go to my townhouse Randy looked at me seriously and said, "Suzanne, I would like you to move in with me." "Randy, I don't know. What about my business?" "You've pretty much turned the business over to Suzanne. The only time anyone has talked to Matt in the last month was over the phone. Since you use an eight hundred number and the computer for most of your customer contact you can do that from here. We can set up an office in the back bedroom and your business will not be affected at all. I have been so lonesome since Carol died and having you here on the weekends has made me realize just how much I've missed waking up next to a beautiful woman." "Randy, you seem to have forgotten that I'm not a woman." "Suzanne, you are all the woman I want or need. You are my lover and best friend. I haven't wanted to be with anyone else since I met you. Please say you'll move in." I knew that deep in my heart this was what I wanted and with tears in my eyes I said yes. I had an appointment the next week with Dr. Foster. I told her about everything that had happened over the past several weeks and about moving in with Randy. She said she was going to start me on my real life test as of when I had first started living as a woman. She said that it was not meaning that I couldn't revert back to being Matt if I ever wanted but If I decided to have SRS I would have my required year that much sooner. I told her I wasn't sure that I was going to ever go that far. "Suzanne, a couple of months ago you were satisfied with just dressing by yourself or meeting with a few like-minded friends. Now look at you. Who's to say what you'll want to do a year from now." "I guess you're right. It's not like I'm making a life altering commitment right now." "That's right, nothing you've done has in any way altered you permanently. That's why we require a year of RLT before surgery." Before I left Dr. Foster's nurse gave me a list of surgeons that Dr. Foster worked closely with. Over the next couple of weeks I thought a lot about breast augmentation surgery. Dr. Foster assured me it was completely reversible and it could be done on an outpatient basis. Summer was coming and I wanted to be able to go to the beach and show off my figure.