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Tess' Friend - Part Five, Dressed So The following is the Fifth chapter. This is the continuing story about Tess and her friends. Please consider reading the earlier submissions to understand the development of these special Ladies. What was I doing ! I had selected the file including my image and pressed send. I hadn't consider the possibility that Charles would react negatively to my looks. Well, maybe I was a bit anxious. I had been living as a woman for nearly seven months when I ventured out as Louisa. I had made the images almost a week ago, after having spent two and a half hours preparing myself; I wanted just the right outfit, my long blonde hair styled and my face on. I liked to wear my hair up during the Spring. The affect showed my long neck with a simple pearl pendant. Nothing of consequence developed from my sending the image file. Charles and I had been connected on a dating and chat service. After both having completed the usual profile the service's computer had matched us. Actually it had produced over 80 matches for me and I'd selected Charles as the best after studying the numerous candidates. I hadn't misled anyone but in the profile the question and boxes for gender offered a chance to be less specific and I checked "not saying". Together with my image I felt it was clear I was a transwoman. My other attempt at the on-line matching, before I'd completed my transition, had produce a lot of attention but from clearly a group of men interested in a one night sexual relationship with a tranny. I had decided that I would only continue using a dating service if I could attract normal guys, and I wouldn't conceal my personal situation. The profile questions didn't require a declaration of my sexual history hence I didn't volunteer I was born a good-looking boy of 69" height and near a 160 pounds. The "not saying" selection in a profile was just for someone like me. A guy interested in gender girls wouldn't cruise the "not saying" selections, or might he? After a strict exercise and diet regiment over nine months I now fit a size six, though my hips were naturally wide at just less than 38 inches. Having lost those 28 pounds had been a lot easier than I'd thought possible when I'd started. My body had acclimated to the workout and eating healthy foods and salads turned out to be delightful. I just wish my hormones hadn't produced my bosom. I was now a pert and full 35 C cup; I wanted more of an athletic chest, say a B instead of the attention grabbing points I developed. I was getting too much attention around town, even waiting at Starbucks, mostly from married caffeine addicted businessmen. At the start the job search had proven to be a challenge as well. I was trained as a Graphic Illustrator having completed my Masters at Pratt ten months ago. After many employment rejections I simply found a physician in a small eastern state with a less aggressive policy towards gender changes. The doctor had to certify my new sex and my attorney prepared the documents. I easily changed my license and it was a lot easier to describe myself as female rather than explain away my genitals during an interview. But to protect myself from discovery I decided not to entertain the numerous dating requests from colleagues. After three months of working in the Ad Design office I spoke with the Managing Partner about the behavior I described as 'near harassment' I was encountering. I'd taken to wearing a ring on my left hand but the comments regarding my 'coldness' and social exclusion were troublesome. Fortunately my skill level had developed quickly and it allowed the firm to grant my request to work from my home office two or three days a week. But back to Charles's respond; he was so taken with my standing shot! I had worn a knee length dress of a simple design and a tall pair of heels, but the dress hugged my slim frame and wide hips and he wants to meet this coming Saturday. My cautious approach made me set the date for 4:30pm at a nearby wine bar. We'd try a short date with the agreement to not lead into dinner. I thought that provided a sufficient amount of time to discover something about each other. A second date might be arranged but I didn't have to promise. I was in charge of the conditions. At least that's what I thought when we spoken by phone Monday evening. I must share that I found getting ready for this new experience to be exciting. I'd met up with other men (and several women and 'girls') prior to my transition but each of these dates had taught me that I would never be treated as I wished. Though very passable I knew I felt I wasn't truly ready and therefore it affected my behavior and my date's attitude. The men sometimes noted something that brought a question. Never an outright question such as 'are you a guy', because I easily passed as a twenty-something girl. With each it was something different. Several were aware I might be concealing a past and found an excuse to leave quietly. Two were a bit too turned on and made salacious requests that I won't dignify be reviewing. I did date more than one man, several in fact, who clearly enjoyed my sexuality. Michael was one who was special and caring. We spent several nights together at a Hotel, he was a great lover and we enjoyed ourselves. He was beautiful and caring but was a bit too gay for my life. We're still friends and I can count on him in a pinch, in fact we hooked up again right after I went fulltime. One of the women I met was just terrific. She enjoyed helping me dress so our dates started at her apartment. I had only been crossdressing when we met a little more than two years ago. I was even then very passable but my behavior and manner of moving was a dead tell. Donna enjoyed helping me but she offered instructions only by full immersion. "I'd love to teaching you Lulu, but I'll do so only when you're fully dressed. You look like a woman dear, but you do not act like one of us. The walking, sitting, the manner of your speech and subtle movements are an important part of being a woman. Your body and face are going to shake up any boy or girl that meets you. But you need to adjust so many small actions. Now let's get you dressed and do your face. Your rats nest needs some serious care as well." Donna loved to play with me in bed after these lessons and I loved to explore her body too. During the next few months she taught me how to buy clothes that fit properly, shoes that weren't too slutty, and how to treat my skin and cuticles properly. My near the shoulder hair was always an issue and therefore when I'd let it grow out she took me to a hair salon for an appropriate longer style. We had spent nearly three months hanging out when I asked her to fuck me. All of our previous sex hadn't included penetration. She was in charge in bed and she agreed on this occasion to insert a special toy and do me right. "Lulu I want you on the bed, atop the pink wedge. Yes, young Lady, lie across it, bum up please dear. Lulu I can't see your tight little hole." Donna was dressed in heels and a chemise but without a thong, "Come on, spread you legs a bit. That's better, and so cute." She move to the edge of the bed and her fingers were playing at my rim and her tongue licking lightly, "Make it wink at me Lu." I listened and complied, she liked my willingness to submit, and I wanted to have her thick play cock sliding deep inside me. "ohh that's delightful Donna." She teased my bum for quite a long while. "Women love to have our bums licked though most of us don't like anal. Humm, I enjoy seeing the garters framing your bum. I hope you're wet dear, this is the big one" she approached the bed and probed my tight opening with first her long finger and then slipped her middle digit inside me. "Remember that you wanted it this way Louisa." She came behind me and slowly slipped the head into my bottom. Donna paused for some moments before she started to press her fake cock into me. "Does this feel good sweetie?" "Oh yes Donna, but slow, that's better. Maybe angle downward a bit; yes, yes, Donna" I said looking over my shoulder. A moment later she was completely buried inside me. She seemed really focused and I considered whether she was enjoying the scene. "Do you like fucking me, filling my bum mistress?" and then I saw her smile. "Yeah Baby Lu, I do like this, and the toy is getting me off as well." Her orgasm arrived a bit before mine, but her cock didn't stop and I exploded into my tight thong. She moved beside me on the bed and we made out until she was ready for another try. "I'm happy you're enjoying this type of play Donna." She reached into my panty and lubed the cock with my wet seed. And than she rolled me and mounted me again, though this time I could see her smile and eyes. "Well, I just didn't see how I might enjoy stuffing a cock into an ass. But yours is quite an ass Louisa." The lessons continued for many months while I completed my studies. After we'd been dating for nine months she told me she wanted me to prepare for SRS. She had come to regard me as a lesbian like herself and she wanted a partner. She wanted to share everything, and I was surprised and couldn't dream of letting her know it wasn't in my plans. She was 32 and wanted a baby, ours, not an adopted child. The idea of me making this commitment, just after having completed my degree, than to move into her home and get a legal marriage? "I love your little cock Louisa but I want you to have a true pussy. Fucking your ass is just not the same dear girl. We'll save some of your essences for the right moment ok?" I had moved toward being a bit submissive but I knew than I needed to end our relationship. Her doctor had helped me arrange a better, focused, hormone treatment and my breasts were so perfect. Being with Donna had allowed me to evolve and my personality and manner had developed fully; I was feminine. My closets were full of everything except long gowns. We'd shopped together when we found an opportunity and her advice helped me develop a complete wardrobe. She had made me a more aware and dainty girl, and my tight bum could accept all of her various toys, but I wanted something she didn't have. I wonder about moving out and away but I knew what I had to do. I wanted a man and his warm phallus. We parted badly, and she cried so much. Eventually Donna adjusted and after a few months we are now friends, but we no longer sleep together. In fact she's found a new girlfriend whom I really like. Donna's new lover is Sarah and she has been advising me since she and I met about a month ago. She told Donna when we met that I could become a very special transfemme if properly nurtured. Sarah had worked as a catalog model and knew several transgender people in the City. She introduced me to a dear older transfemme who offered guidance on the legal and emotion issues I was addressing. There were of course obstacles, my genital package should be addressed. Her friend recommended I have my testes removed as soon as possible. I struggled with the suggested but had the procedure done later that week at a clinic specializing in gender cases. I was ready to be treated as a woman, albeit without a vagina, and now I hoped this possible new friend Charles would do so. He seemed to be interested in me as such. I'm unconvinced he knew then how my world had been changed. We met in a chatroom for singles, without any pretensions. He was a handsome guy and I was, a girl, just looking for someone to care for and be cared for, maybe to be loved? He didn't act like the others, and I think I was somehow different as well. I didn't go on line unless I was completely prepared; I didn't chat in a robe and slippers. Maybe because I was dressed, my hair and face done it affected my demeanor, and my personality. I guess its because now looking back, I was a woman. I was no longer a boy who wore a dress. That night we started our chat I wasn't dressed to go to a club, sexy hose and sky-high heels, a short skirt, but in a simple yet beautiful print dress and pantyhose, and black heels about 3" in height, with a shell necklace and earrings. I'd touched up my makeup for the evening, having shower when I returned from the office. My dinner was a small salad and fruit, to help keep my skin clear, and my waist slim. I was surprise when he came on line, a bit forward yet his icon included a small image of him smiling. He made an introduction, I guessed by our very near addresses; we were in the same city. He seemed to treat me with respect and I wonder whether we'd met. On further thought I realized that wasn't possible. After we'd stopped chatting I still wondered about his kindness and almost an awareness of my recent past. He was sensitive without prying. Three months earlier I used another dating service based from Philly hoping to have some anonymity. I'd met someone, a tall blonde haired man about 31 years old from that City, and we were clearly attracted to each other. After two weeks of chatting we arranged to meet in Princeton. I'd gotten a room at an in town Hotel to prevent a difficult Saturday night drive back to New York. The drinks at 6pm lead to dinner, and then a long walk in the moonlight on the old Campus. He seemed to understand my sexuality, though I'd been a bit bonny, enjoying his nearness. We paused and he hugged me close and his hand moved to my near flat mound, as if assuring his decision to bed a transfemme. He kissed me, "Don't run away Louisa, I want you just as you are." I returned his kiss, deeply frenching his tongue, "You don't have to ask twice," I said. We walked back to his large suite overlooking the Square. I wasn't drunk nor was I looking for a longtime lover. I just wanted to suck his cock and have it deep inside me. I slipped my black A-line off of my shoulders and approached him in my chemise still wearing my heels. I pulled away his trousers and pants to find a thick and semi-hard cock. My tongue ran down his length before I settled my mouth on his helmet. This man was getting hard while I was getting excited. "I love your cock, especially because I'm making you hard with my mouth." He smiled at my comment. "Suck me Louisa, I'll get bigger still dear girl. Ahh, watch the teeth honey, ohh, wow, you've got me deep baby, into your throat?" I couldn't though I tried; he was huge now. I stopped for a moment, stood and pulled him holding his cock toward the bed. "I'll get a bit more comfortable" as I removed the chemise and my bra. "That looks so sexy Louisa, I like the thong too, and wow to your stockings." I had prepared to attract him and it was having an affect. I bent to release the clasp at the left hose. "Please leave them on honey." "I'll bet you want to fuck me with my heels on too big boy?" I said smiling lewdly, and rolling my hip. "Come and sit on my nice cock dear girl. I want to fuck you." I moved slowly toward him, dancing while I watched his dick quiver. I felt so beautiful, but my small clitty was concealed and hidden with the thong panel. I didn't intend to remove it; I liked keeping my clitty out of sight, therefore out of mind. I was a sexy woman and he wanted some pussy. I slid across the bed to his member and went down on his cock again, well some of it was in my mouth. Pausing and adjusting my position I continued and his cock slipped deeper, deeper into my throat and I allowed it to rest there while I adjusted to the girth. Slowly I moved a bit, than slowly removed most of it from my mouth, but I wanted it deep inside my throat again. This continued and he seemed to understand that I was worshiping his phallus. My mouth was atop, than my tongue along this length, my left hand holding his balls, my tongue licking around and than sucking it into my mouth again. Thom tasted so good. I continued to suckle him, in and out of my mouth, the motion stimulating my body, in than I'd slip it out, back into my throat. I felt his hand move to the base of his cock, to get my attention. "I need your tight butt atop my cock now girl. Come here." He moved to sit at the corner of the bed. I dropped to my knees and returned my focus to his cock and licked the helmet slowly and looked into his eyes, and than I moved up toward him, straddling his thighs and we kissed as I felt him center the helmet at my opening. He was so gentle as he slowly entered me. I could have been in heaven as each inch slipped deeper into my bum. For several minutes he continued his penetration, then he paused and we kissed, our tongues racing about each other. "Louisa I'm about to fuck your tight pussy now, are you ready?" I decided to take control and moved my hips off his truck and his cock slipped out as I reached the top of his helmet again. "Oh no you don't" I cooed, "get back in my pussy" as I positioned him and moved downward. I fucked him like this for some moments, than he flipped to a reverse position, his cock now sliding deep into me. Thom had his hands on my small tits, yet I was into this, his mauling my breasts. After I adjusted his pace he came quickly, filling my bum with seed. "Don't go anywhere my tight little girl, I'll rise again in twenty minutes." I oozed a little as I laid across the bed and casually played with his soften shaft, and sure enough he was mine again. I enjoyed sucking his cock for awhile, as he seemed to be napping. His cock was solid though and I wanted it, "Hey big boy I'm going to fuck you." This time I was atop and controlled the session. I liked this position and he awoke, as I bounced on his thighs. He slipped from my opening shooting my ass and hose with his release. We fucked again sometime late in the darkness of night, and I was oozing his juice as I fell asleep. In the morning I was sore. I awoke before him and was still marveling at his size, but three intercourse sessions were all my tight rose could handle. He awoke and showered while I began to re-dress in my outfit from last evening. He opened the bath door sporting a huge erection. "I'm too sore to take that monster again." "Ohh no you're not sweetie. You're going to get fucked again," he said as he walked quickly to me, grabbing my arm. "No please, but I'll give you a blowjob ok?" With that I went down on my knees, in just my bra, my soiled stockings and thong. He was so large, and he seemed bigger than the evening before, but I managed to wet his length and was enjoying his cock, again, when he lifted me up, swung me around and licked my hole. "I told you were mine to fuck again." And he set me down on my tummy at the edge of the bed and forced that sword into my boi pussy. It wasn't loving or gentle. He was hurting me as I tried to stop his thrusts. He held my shoulders tight to the bed, my head nearly covered by a pillow. With his left hand he pulled my one arm back around to restrain me. He fucked me so hard I started to cry, unable to stop him. "I love your fagity tight little cunny and you look so beautiful when you sucked me off. Now I'm going to fill you with my juice you little boy whore." He came into me and then pushed me to the carpet. "Now get out of my room you disgusting Fairy." I was bleeding from his penetration, but somehow gathered my things and limped out. That wasn't my first error in judgment, oh no, I'd really made a bad call the year before out on Fire Island. I met another transitioning friend and we were on the Ferry over to the Island enjoying a bottle of wine. Gloria hadn't been as fortunate as me. She could get close to a drag look but didn't pass. She was ok with that, she was so sure of her femininity that she just dealt with the abuse directed at her. But we're on the queer boat together and a beautiful Adonis approaches us. Speaking to me with a pair of bright blue eyes this hunk clearly wanted me. "Can you and your 'friend' join me tonight at a party? They'll be many other 'girls' and boys, maybe some whom you'll know, and we've got a DJ, plenty of booze and even a barbecued pig going." I decided without checking with Gloria that we were going to follow this hunk to the end of Island if necessary. I was so randy with anticipation; his golden hair, light beard, tight cheeks, wow. I hadn't ever seen such a beauty, and I stopped thinking. Anyway, the short story is we hooked up once at his party; turns out it was his old man's party. The cutie pulled me into a room and we sucked and fucked each other, then all hell broke lose. His sugar daddy burst into the bedroom and pulled us apart, beating first Clarence then me with a belt. I lost my falsies and bra but was somehow able to escape further wrath by simply running, heels in hand, down the beach. I'd forgotten about Gloria. Her abuse was worse than mine; four guys had fucked her repeatedly and left her in the basement soiled and beaten. She awoke the next morning alone and crawled back to our small rented room. We never spoke about that night again and stopped seeing each other shortly thereafter. So on Saturday I allowed hours to prepare for Charles. I'd placed a good deal of hope that this may lead to something special and possibly sexual. I needed a real cock in me, soon, but I recognized my anxiousness could spell doom and I re-focused on selecting my outfit. The weather would be mild for early May and therefore I could wear a dress and have a sweater along if it became too cool. That would provide me a bit of freedom; the red dress would say too strongly I was his, the lbd too sexy due to its length. Shoot I had four black dresses, all a bit too much for a first meeting. I was eyeing the black skirt and a soft cotton blouse. The skirt would look good if I worn sheer nude stockings but Pantyhose would more conservative. I found my newest set and considered the heels. I had recently bought a nice camel colored pair but were they too tall at 4 ?" inches. Charles was tall, 6'-3" or so his profile said. I went to the Mac to confirm, so these heels would say I was confident and sexy. But what ivory or white lingerie set? I opened the drawer and reviewed the nine different sets. The blouse had a modest plunge so the lacy ivory bra seemed just right. I reached to my breasts to remind myself of how I'd changed since the Princeton fiasco. I had to pray Charles wasn't that type. It was several weeks after that attack before I'd been able to take a thin dildo into my pussy. But maybe I should be a bit more discreet; the soft cup Victoria's Secret set would be better. I would need a simple short slip and I grabbed the first ivory one atop the collection in the lower drawer. My outfit was arranged and ready, now I need to bathe and pamper my body. I decided to relieve some stress before hand and after my ablutions I went to the club chair with my vibrator. Positioning my legs over the sides of the chair I moistened the head of the toy. My bottom easily allowed penetration. My favorite toy had the look and feel of a real cock. I lubed the shaft and held the bulging end while slowly running the tip along my perineum. As I slip the toy inside my boi pussy I gasped, enjoying the fullness. Imagining a new lover my mind brought my body along and within a few moments I was peaking. I cupped my hand and caught my juice. Now relieved I now focused on dressing just so. So Charles agreed to a simple date, I think to confirm his impressions. I was a Lady and would allow him to look as I studied his contemplation. I wondered if I was I ready for a relationship, ready to share my inner self as well as all of my secrets? Was he the right kind of man, could he keep me sated? My sexuality was paramount; I needed to be fucked many times a week. My toys were used daily and on weekends multiple times a night. I'd sleep with a cock inside my pussy at least once a week, so I knew I needed a lot of sex or I wouldn't be happy. How does one confirm this scale of sexuality without testing the waters? I found myself dreaming of his cock and his body atop me. I smiled coyly, and figured that was a good sign. While stepping from the shower I looked to the left and saw my image in the door mounted mirror, the towel concealing my shrunken clitty. I looked carefully at the very womanly form that was me. My friends had always been clear, 'you're a beautiful crossdresser Patrick'. And now I was a woman, not a part-time girl, with full high breasts and a narrow waist. I was transfixed for a moment realizing where I been just 24 months ago. Back in college in Chicago several of the 'girls' pushed me to consider a sex change but I loved my small penis. One summer I'd had an internship with a Fashion House. I met several other boys who were quite beautiful when dressed as women. We spent that summer together sharing our issues and dealing with the conflicts. Two of the group had already transitioned, Tess was a local girl who had turned twenty a few months earlier and had never thought of not being passable, and Susan was from a Midwest farm. Though Susan had a very feminine face and only a tiny Adam's apple she was being torn apart by the conflict with her body and sexuality. I considered both of these 'girls' as more sexy and gorgeous than myself, especially Tess. She made several passes but I knew I didn't want that kind of relationship. I realized about this time that I could become a good-looking young woman, and possibly I could live a life as such. Maybe I could find a man to love what I was without trying to 'revise' my groin. It was more than my wide hips and thick, longish hair and soft voice that help me begin to see myself as a woman. These boys who dressed had an impact on my thinking, on how I considered my body and my sexual feelings. When I was younger I'd had only one sexual encounter, with a girl near my age, but she'd treated me to her pussy without allowing me to enter her. Our sex play began and ended with our mouths and tongues. "Patrick you are so soft and beautiful. I love that you take such good care of your hair and nails. No gross hairy boy will ever be allowed access to my pussy. Lick me again sweetie." At eighteen I was still living as a boy but had allowed my hair to grow even longer, and I wore genderless outfits and even heels and make-up regularly. The girls worked for weeks over the summer to get me to consider using hormones but I'd resisted. I wanted to be a natural girl, I wanted to be liked by boys but not as a femme'. After an interlude on the Pier with an unsuspecting tall dark hunk I agreed. I wasn't prepared for a man to want me so strongly. His kisses and his hands were touching me. I took his cock in my mouth and quickly brought him off, my lips unable to contain his eruption. The sexplay I'd had that summer was with a couple of the dressed boys, their bodies slim and smooth. But this Latin man I'd met late one June night was muscled and hairy, his phallus too large for me to consider taking into my body. I'd been penetrated many times but the mini dicks of the femme's I slept with couldn't match this man's meaty cock. Afterward I considered what lay ahead and I knew I wanted to be loved and fucked by a man, daily if possible. I settled on my plan and with the help of Tess and others made the decision that hormones would change my life. I tried several combinations but Tess insisted; she brought me to her doctor. This MD put me on a hormone therapy and of course I never looked back. My skin started to clear and soften and my breasts started to bud and my fat redistributed. After returning from the summer away I was certain I would never be a boy again. The nagging question then was 'am I a gay male or a heterosexual transfemme?' but I knew I wasn't a boy. I felt comfortable with my gender decision. I liked men, I like their cocks, I didn't want a pussy between my legs. In fact I liked my small clitty, reduced by the therapy. Yesterday I'd receive an E-Mail update from my friend Tess. She seems to have found a partner, but her search has been a difficult one. Tess had transitioned before the age of eighteen and had become a serious lipstick lesbian, heels, full make-up and great clothes. Finding a woman, no, not just a woman but a beautiful woman, to love her was her primary goal. So something noteworthy had to have occurred. I flashed off a quick note of my personal situation, the legal ID changes, the job, and now Charles' interest. Tess responded immediately, she was coming to the City sometime within the next three weeks. Her note said, "Take it slow Girl, and please be careful. I love you Lu." She'd become my Big Sister from our time in Chicago but she opposed me on my methods and discretion. I made a note on my calendar and continued my preparations for the date. We hadn't seen each other in over a year. "I'm in love and feel great. I want the best for you, but I need to see you soon Louisa." Tess was a good friend and we would settle the date next week. She was of course worried I might be gliding on my looks, not bringing Charles to be aware of my gender history. She was a bit correct but somehow I felt he knew, and wanted me just the same. I adjusted my pantyhose and settled my breasts into the bra. The thong furthered the restriction of my clitty. I was nearly as smooth as a genetic girl. Tess's call had reminded me of the number of lesbians that were attracted to me before I had breasts and my body was altered by the hormones. I checked my pocketbook for the usual protection and make-up items, then applied a small amount of parfum. The slip and dress were adjusted as I reviewed my outfit at the door. Some wrist bangles and a ruby necklace were the final touches. I considered the possibility that Charles was going to detect a surprise and run. Looking back to the mirror I considered the possibly. No way! "Madeline, I need to visit a friend in Manhattan. Can you get away later next week?" Tess was anxious about her friend. Louisa was a truly stunning beauty but she was still at risk. She wanted men to be attracted to her beauty and almost never explained that she was in transition. "I can't stay away from Louisa. She could be hurt, but maybe not. Can you travel with me sweetie? I'd love her to meet you as well." Dressed just so Louisa moved along the sidewalk. She was comfortable with herself, sharing a flirty moment with a gray haired gentleman as she stepped along on Sixty-fifth Street. The bar that Charles selected was a mere two blocks from her apartment. As she walked she considered the coincidence. Could he have found her on-line, her address? The thought vanished for she had arrived, pulling open the door and found him seated at the Bar. He stood as Louisa approached, his large hand extended, a soft smile greeting her. She was vulnerable and knew it. She quickly ran her eyes over Charles, missing his doing the same to her slim tall figure. He was a real hunk and his crotch seemed to portent a fun sexuality. Louisa resisted a too familiar hug and grasped his hand, while he helped her to a seat. Charles observed her choice of hose when her skirt rode up a bit. The toned material running deep passed the hem of her dress. Their evening went very well; sharing an hour and a half, a delicious wine and they were both very happy to have met. Charles didn't want the date to end but he realized that Louisa might not feel the same. He smiled and saw when Louisa moved slightly her pert breasts encased by the simple bra. "Can we get together again soon, maybe Wednesday after work?" Louisa wanted to but remembered her rule. She was very excited being near this man. He was special and he wasn't making her feel anything other than beautiful. "Can we talk after the weekend is settled? Charles, I don't want to rush anything. I do like you but I want to go slow ok?" She paused and continued, "You're wonderful and this was a great evening and I'm excited for our next meeting." He smiled and grasped her right hand softly "I agree this was nice and I understand Louisa." He suggested that he might walk her to her corner. Along the way he paused under a street lamp to look at Louisa. "I enjoyed this small date Louisa, but I'd love to take you to dinner sometime soon?" "I had a lovely evening Charles. Thank you." Louisa smiled and took his hand and kissed his cheek, "Actually, I'd love that Charles. Here's my cell number." She turned and walked a few steps. "Please call me soon." She walked north a few blocks and turned west. Walking away from her new friend she reviewed the subtle signs of his awareness. She was all but certain that he knew she was a 'new' girl. She paused to consider why she'd not just come out and said so. It worried her that her confidence was a bit shaky. But she had an agenda; her mind was filled with his scent, his body and she had to dream about these details, had to plunge her pussy as soon as possible. Tess called Louisa mid afternoon Sunday. "Can we stay with you or should I book a room?" Louisa was excited to see her, meet this new special lady and spent some time together. "I haven't an extra room dear, this is Manhattan Tess." "Ok we'll stay at the Four Seasons. Can you meet us there two weeks from Friday, late afternoon?" "I generally have an meeting Friday until almost 6pm, so maybe dinner at the Hotel?" "Sure, that can work. So tell me about him. Have you revealed any special news?" Louisa instead distracted her with news of her job, her new breasts and anything other than responding to her question. Tess could see this trip was important. She needed to help Louisa and would be happy to help soften the news to this new man. But she considered the situation; three beauties in tow, and he's told two are tranfemmes? It would be too much for any man. She needed a plan to advance Louisa's relationship, young as it may be. "Can we meet Charles, maybe that Saturday for lunch?" Louisa considered the question. "We've only just started to date Tess. Let's see how things proceed during the coming weeks ok?" "Oh, sure, I guess I misunderstood. I thought you'd been seeing him for more than a month." Louisa gave Tess the particulars of the on-line relationship and the last date. "I'll see him on Wednesday." She'd decided to pursue the date for lunch. She was beside herself with lust for Charles, though they'd only barely kissed. Tess talked a bit of her new girlfriend but was reserved pending the trip. "So we'll see you in a few weeks, be as good as reasonable Lulu." The rest of Sunday was quiet and she decided to retire with her toys. Sometimes Louisa would just make love simply and quickly but she had all day. She drew a bathe with oils and while it filled she selected some lingerie and accessories. The dark waist clincher without garters wasn't a necessity but it slimmed her profile. The suspender was a beautiful dark grey with a wisp of lace and six clasps. The thong was nearly a string but she didn't need to hold a big clitty. She recalled a mid length chemise that would go nicely with the set, but no bra this afternoon. The hose were seamed; getting them straight would take a few moments, but the welt was divine lace almost 4" along the top of the sheerest black silk. Her toys were stored in a Kitchen drawer of all places. The longest was over a foot but slim. The shiny pink double-ended dildo was selected and set on the bedside table. Now to the bathe, oh, she wanted some soft background sound. She decided to run a DVD movie of a group of wild women doing sexy play, but which one? She selected a title "Mary's First Anal" and opened the machine. Slipping into the water with her long hair up she relaxed and considered the decisions and possible outcomes. The soothing water caused her mind to pause and just enjoy. The small clitty was now tiny and she arose to her knees and cleansed her bottom. Stepping out to the mat and drying she saw the movie's character inserting a long dildo into her bum. She noted her heart rate and moved nearer to the screen as she began to dress. The girl in the movie slowly continued to slide the toy in, a bit deeper, then nearly remove it, only to re-insert it even deeper. Lulu wasn't certain of the girl's toys length but it nearly disappeared into her bum. Padding her skin dry she turned to put the clincher on her torso. The last time she'd checked her waist was at 27". Lulu walked to collect her fabric tape. Before placing the tight garment about her waist was now at 26". Not too proud, she smiled and looked at herself in the mirror. The clincher now settled on her hips she gathered the drawstrings bring her waist to almost 24". Gathering the suspender belt about her narrowed waist she settled the garment and reached for the first piece of silk. Once the right three hooks were attached to the long hose she slipped into the 5" black stiletto. With the left hose and heel on she returned to the DVD and watched the long thin object disappeared into the girl's back passage. "Oh my God, she's taken that whole toy inside herself!" She considered her toy and returned to do her face and brush out her hair. Stopping to notice the finish on her toes needed attention. She grabbed the soft pink colored bottle and completed the digits. Reviewing her hands she decided they were acceptable. Out of the corner of her eye she noted that the girl had removed the phallus and was sucking on it greedily with a second beauty on the bed with her. Lulu smiled realizing she was going to attempt this wick act, burying her dildo within her ass. Louisa was a bit excited but she moved about the apartment enjoying the luxurious lack of purpose. The whole of her person needed to be fucked, and she would play for whatever time. Just taking her time. She went to the window and opened the shades, though she wasn't fully dressed. The light cast across her upper thighs and the sun caused glare to her eyes. For several minutes she simply stood watching her neighbor windows, unconcerned about who may be observing her poise and dress. Charles wasn't paying attention to the game; the Colts were controlling the Giants. His attention was on a note he was composing, to his new friend Louisa. A beautiful girl, in his thoughts the most beautiful he'd ever met. His terraced glass wall faced north and therefore was always in shadow. Hence he tended to look about at the activities across the inner block. He wasn't curious enough to have a pair of spyglasses but he did find the world on the northern block interesting. Some of the neighbors didn't close their blinds even while naked. Others were like clockwork, open during the evening but shut for bedtime. He hadn't been able to deduce any special individuals until now. Just beyond the edge of the flatcreen there was a beauty clad only in lingerie standing in front of the partially open drapery. She was beautiful but too faraway to clearly see. Just as he stood to get a closer look the woman turned and move off, then the drapery closed. He noted her blonde hair was atop her head and saw she had a long neck and lovely sexy legs. Returning to the sofa he considered his new friend and hoped she had assets as nice. Louisa moved to her bedroom and caught sight of the two girls using a very long black fake cock in their asses. She settled atop the bed and considered how best to use her toy. Reaching for it she smiled and considered the realistic head. Slipping it into her mouth she licked about the long shaft. The length was possibly 14" or four of her hands. Slipping her thong panel aside she moistened her rosebud. Though she had already lubed, her saliva was nearly perfect and she tasted her moisture from the bum scent on her fingers. Maybe try this on her side? She rolled to her left hip and using her right hand rested the phallus at her opening. A small gasp still escaped her throat as the head moved passed her first muscle. Pausing she checked to the video. The one girl was stuffing the other girl's bum with the black toy. She followed suit and the dildo entered into her valley to about 4", she rolled to her tummy enjoying the fullness. She contemplated the toy and her cavity. How did that long cock get so deep within the girl? Shifting to the right side she withdrew the toy and brought it to her mouth. When she was just cleaned she had no issue licking her fluids off of her toys. Again she pressed the toy up but she twisted it slightly as it moved and somehow more of the toy slipped inside. The feeling of fullness was surprising and again she turned onto her tummy, the end of the partially exposed toy dropped to the bed surface. She relished this new feeling for several minutes, the meaty phallus moving about inside her as she shifted slightly. Instead of a pounding fuck her toy was somehow at home deep within her. Again she withdrew the long toy, moistening it with her tongue and moved it inward again, twisting but in the opposite direction and this time most of the toy was trapped by her tight inner cavity. The toy was deep but the end protruded. "Wow" escaped from her mouth, her surprise so complete. This time when she rolled to her tummy a new sensation was evident. The toy wasn't a vibrator but due to her subtle movement it was stimulating her special places. She realized she was excited enough to climax. It was deep within, if she moved just so and felt the prick, it was fucking her or at least it felt wonderful. She slipped a pillow beneath her tummy, and just moved about, rolling side to side and, boom, she was coming, A deeply felt climax continued for nearly a minute. A moment later she was asleep or maybe passed out. When I awoke, the phallus was still deep within my boi pussy. Removing the 8 inches buried within me took a few moments and my full attention. It reminded me of the rush of the orgasm. Pausing to consider the intense pleasure I moved to the edge of the high bed still a bit woozy, lowering my heels and went to the Kitchen to cleaned the now very special phallus. I was still in my sexy outfit when Charles called later that evening, and we talked for well over an hour. I really liked him, how he listened and paused to think when I spoke. We'd planned a lunch meeting for Wednesday near his office off Madison Avenue. I escaped from the Office a bit after Noon. I walked the short distance in my black pumps. The place Charles had selected wasn't too busy and they were able to talk quietly. He explained his new position at a large accounting firm. He was the director of new clients and had to travel lightly but enjoyed meeting the clients. He had studied Accounting in Boston and completed a Masters in Marketing in Colorado. "I started at this large firm about three years ago but was transferred from their Miami office a couple of months ago. This is actually the largest office within the firm." Charles was the second child, born in the Midwest and the family lived in Indiana. I shared my passed but kept to the general rather than the details. He didn't need to know about my difficult teen life. "I did a few years in a small college outside of Chicago but completed my studies in Brooklyn. I see my career as a means to have an independent life, rather than as a drive to work too much. I like to do well but within a near forty hour work week." I didn't explain the difficulty of being almost too beautiful, in a City where every guy wanted a quick relationship and sex. "My interest in dating is to expand my horizons. I need to meet people and I love the social opportunities, but I want to, this may sound a bit weird, but I want to control the situation a bit. Meeting in a bar, or through friends can be ok, but there's a lack of sincerity, a rush to get to the next step in a relationship." Charles looked at me. "Your plan is a good one Louisa. Patience is important to me as well." We had a lovely date. I was in my business attire due to an afternoon meeting away from the Office, low heels and a dark grey suit. My long blonde hair was held in a ponytail. Though I was worried I was getting too close he asked me to meet for a drink Friday evening near my apartment. "I'd like to see you again, sure, Friday evening can work, say after 6pm? Oh, but I have an early morning appointment so can we keep it simple?" He smiled. "Patience, it works for me." I was a bit tardy Friday evening and I was excited to see Charles when I arrived. He was standing near the doorway waiting. We relaxed with a bottle of Pinot and shared an appetizer. Charles made me feel comfortable as we talked until past eight but I told him I needed to get some rest. We'd seen each other three times in less than a week. "Can I walk you home Louisa?" I was tempted to bring him home but I had to hold to my plan. Tess would have been proud. We walked quietly along the stone sidewalk, my heels clicking. When we parted I kissed him deeply, but stopped short as his hand moved across my behind. "You feel wonderful in my arms Louisa." His hand played across my skirt covered bottom. He pulled me close enough that I could feel his cock. Could he feel my small bump? I had to slow my responses, it was exciting to be held and kissed by him, but I had to keep focused. "Goodnight Charles," my hand lingering in his as we parted. I saw him watching me from the corner, so a turned at the stoop and waved goodbye. The feeling of his awareness of my sex seemed clearer each time we were together. I'd scheduled my 8:30am dental appointment weeks earlier, so I got off early. When I returned I had a simple lunch. Now what to do? Charles was on my mind, so I decided to try my deep toy again. After bathing I dressed in a soft pastel blue lingerie set and I settled on the bed to try to enter my tight hole. Again I started slow and only inserted about 4 inches. On the next penetration I moved it deeper and then relaxed. Removing it slowly I wondered about Charles cock. Would he enjoy having my bum atop his cock? The final time I pushed and twisted the toy inside I felt the upper tip of the long cock move slightly and then slip in deeper. I almost jumped up to see how much was within me, but I needn't, my fingers proved that the phallus was protruding less then four inches from my tight rosebud. Again with the soft rolling movement I brought myself to an orgasm. I wondered if others were enjoying their toys in the same manner. Charles called late in the afternoon and asked if I was free Sunday to take a stroll in Central Park. The next day I wore a simple ankle length flowered light dress and flat sandals. We met at the corner of 65th Street near the Zoo and walked for over two hours, flirting and talking, and some light kissing. We stopped at the Boathouse for a glass of wine and some light food and afterward Charles held me close and kissed me deeply. I almost came from the excitement of his lips, his chest pressing my breasts. His hand came to cup my right butt cheek and I allowed the intimacy as he moved lower, holding me closer while we kissed. He suggested we meet for dinner during the week; we would speak in a few days about a plan. I was quite excited, his hardness was distracting and I needed to be careful. "Charles, I'm very attracted to you and love spending time together. The relationship may be moving quicker than may be prudent. I'm excited to be near you, but, ahh, I want to get home since tomorrow is a work day." "I completely agree, I love being near you Louisa. Your beauty is intoxicating and I need to know that you feel comfortable. I don't want a superficial relationship but a, I mean I want someone special. I want a serious relationship too. And I'm following your cues, ok?" Again he watched me but this time from a bit closer to my stoop. I was definitively lusting about his body. The close hug had allowed me to feel his semi-hardness. I almost couldn't believe my boyfriend is so attracted to me. He seemed to understand my pause but I knew I needed to clear the situation Monday. I awoke early Monday and considered how to broach the subject. It was a work from home day for me and I found starting early was helpful. Around 10am the bell rung. There was a package at the door and I slipped on my low heels and went to collect it. Returning to my apartment I saw the package was from Charles. I opened it to find a beautiful pearl necklace. It was a three strands and about 13" long. My hand went to my throat, wondering if my very small Adam's apple was a give away. I was in shock; I'd receive gifts from lovers but nothing like this. I saw the note and quickly torn the seal. The note was quite long, but in the third part he said he was falling in love with me. As I sat slowly onto my Living Room sofa I read : "Louisa you are a very special, a very beautiful woman and I want to be with you. I feel you've a secret that you feel is holding us back, but I assure you, nothing you are or were will change my heart. Please consider my heart and share your painful past so I can truly love my new woman." How could he have found my secret? Was there a mistake I made. Someone was divulging my history on-line? What could I do now? I was in shock and slid down on the cushions and cried until I slept. When I awoke near 1pm I looked at the package again. He had written his address on the return panel. I went to my Mac and googled the location. He lives on the next block! I ran to the window to check what this implied. Mine was a fourth floor apartment, and his number was #302. He could have witnessed my display the past week? Now I was so ashamed. Could he have seen my little clitty from across the yards? After crying again, I considered his note and re-read it. Was I reading something between the lines? 'His new woman'? 'you are or WERE'? I was so unhinged I got a glass of white wine even though it was only 2pm. I needed the afternoon to think of how to see him. He worked in midtown so at 6pm I walked to his address to await his return on the steps of his Brownstone. This could prove a fool's errand. Now my phone was ringing, a unique sound that meant my office needed me. I returned to my apartment to deal with the office call. After I dealt with the office matter it looked at the clock, 6:40pm. I saw that Charles had tried to reach me on the cell. The message was simple : "I need to see you soon." It was date stamped at 6:28pm. I considered what to do. I decided to run to him, but I had to dress just so. I entered my closet but the impulse to be clean lead to my ablutions and then a quick shower. I just threw on a dress without stockings nor a bra. Just a thong and a dress. I slipped on my flats and ran down the stairs but realized I forgot the pearls. Returning I placed the pearl collar about my neck, touching the very discrete bump at my throat. Maybe it was the tell? I walked quickly around the block and paused at the bottom of Charles stoop. I had an idea about what I was about to do, but it wasn't a complete plan. I stepped up each of the stairs slowly considering my options. I turned to return home; stop girl. Go to the bell and ring for Charles! "Hello?" it was his voice but I couldn't speak. "Is someone there?" I was panicking. He wanted me right? "Charles it's me, Louisa." The door buzzed and I pushed it, but I heard the sound of falling feet, pounding on the stair. We met on the second landing and he embraced me, kissing me deeply, my very being. Wow, he did want me. After some moments we walked up to his apartment. I didn't watch the steps, nor the space, I was looking into his face, his eyes, and I felt his semi- hardness again. He opened the door; I pushed him aside and slammed it shut. Dropping to my knees I pulled open his zipper while looking up to his eyes, reaching within for the rising hardness. And then my mouth engulfed his sex, his meaty thick long cock. It was now in me, my mouth was loving him. My tongue was making him hard, harder; my fingers grasping the thick cock that was pointing at my future. I wanted his seed in me, I looked again to his face, he was watching me, and my eyes were seeing Charles's soul, while I loved his great cock. I suckled him as he started to pulse, the thickness swelling in my mouth and hand. And boom, he exploded into me, my tongue trying to capture all of his essence. I loved his salty seed, as it filled my mouth a bit escape and dribbled down my right cheek. Was I in love? I needed more but I was now surprised by my behavior. I wasn't this kind of girl, but I jumped up, the cum still on my cheek, and kissed him. I nearly collapsed but I had to run away. Turning, I opened the door and ran down the stairs. It took a moment for Charles to realize I was leaving but by then I was on the stairs. He called to me but I needed to get away. I didn't return home for several hours. I wandered the Upper East Side just trying to comprehend my actions and the possible impact. I was moving slowly along the sidewalk in front of my Brownstone when I saw Charles, sitting near the door. "I'm just happy to see you're ok Louisa." He arose and started down the steps passing so near. I could feel his warmth and reached to touch him. He took my hand and kissed it gently. "Call me sometime tomorrow, and get some sleep. I loved your very special kiss Louisa," and he stepped away while looking over his shoulder, smiling. In the morning I decided to ask him to a late lunch, but I had a lot to do. My hairdresser found a spot for me at 10:30am. I'd planned my outfit, hoping we might find a reason to runoff the afternoon. I texted Charles and he agreed to meet at the MoMA bar at 1:30pm. I had to get my face just right and was dressing at 12:30pm. For this date I was going with the lacy ivory lingerie, a shelf bra and nude hose with a lovely 4" white lace welt, a lovely white suit and 5" white heels. The clincher wasn't necessary but I wanted to be dressed just so he'd want to spend the afternoon with me; just me and Charles. I'd primed my rosebud after my cleansing. Looking into the mirror I placed the pearl collar about my neck; they were so beautiful. Then I brushed out my hair and set it in a half up bun. My afternoon face was easy; mascara and lipstick, oh and some blush. I was in a taxi at 1:10pm and traffic was only a bit heavy. The young cute driver tried to flirt. "Miss you must be going to a photo shoot. You look so beautiful. And you've got a great smile, and wow, sexy legs." I smiled but turned to watch the pedestrians along the way down Fifth Avenue. I was seated at the Bar when Charles turned the corner entering the MoMA bar. He smiled when he saw me. I turned on the stool as he approached, my legs flashing my stockings, he kissed me tenderly and grasped my waist. "You are a vision my beautiful girlfriend. Can you buy me a drink?" We talked of simple things, but I stopped him. "Charles, I want to apologize for my behavior yesterday. I can't say I didn't want to have you, but my running away surprised me. You're special to see me today." "You're kidding, right? You needn't ask for my forgiveness Louisa." "But do you still want me Charles, even though I acted like a slut, I mean do you want me, like I want you?" He just tilted his head and moved closer, then he kissed me deeply, the longing evident. "Can you spare the afternoon? I'd like to take you to the St. Regis for the afternoon." We left after the glass of white wine. I was happily looking at him as he guided us out to the street to a taxi. Once in the car his hands were all over me; my legs and breasts were clearly ok to him during the short ride. I wasn't too disheveled when I stepped out to the Valet. We got a simple room, which was still extraordinary. After the Butler left I approached him and pushed his jacket off, turning to hang it up. "Can I kiss you again?" as I removed my suit jacket. He smiled as I dropped to my knees and again released his beautiful cock. He wasn't flaccid but I immediately licked his entire length, measuring as I did. He was large but not too big, thick but not too great. My stay-on lipstick was leaving a stain just below his helmet and as he stiffened he stopped me. I needed to be certain he understood. I didn't want to be mistreated nor did I want to deceive him, "Charles do you understand about my, ahh, how I'm not like other girls?" "Louisa, I need to be inside," he stumbled his speech, "huh, inside your, can I watch you disrobe?" He was nervous as he pulled me to my heels and it was exciting that he needed me to show him what to do. I smiled and stepped back three steps, turning while I unfastened the button and zip of my skirt. It slipped to the floor and I posed a moment and released the clasp in my hair. Spinning about on my tall heels I posed my bubble butt by rotating my left hip, "Can I interest you in my unique pussy Big Boy?" Charles leaned back, his bottom on the bed, his cock was hard as I walked closer. He stood and positioned me on the edge of the bed, tittering on my 5" heels. He seemed to be aware of my thong as he pushed it aside and licked me deeply, his tongue at my hole. He placed his cock at my opening. "You need to take over Louisa. Slide my cock inside your body please." I would handle his meaty cock, reaching for the shaft I settled just the tip into my opening and I paused for a breathe. Turning to look over my shoulder at Charles I slid down a few inches and stopped. I worked my hips in a slow circle, holding him inside me. I continued so slowly, relishing his girth as his balls reached my bum. "You're so tight and smooth dear. Fuck my cock baby." Slowly I increased the pace of the plunging, and the depth, but I couldn't easily look to his face. I paused and he slid out of me and I mounted the bed. He followed me lying down, his head on a pillow. I shifted up toward him while on my knees, looking into his eyes I pushed down atop his cock. "Do you like my pussy just a bit? Can you see fucking me every day honey? I need a lot of cock, and your sweet seed. You're getting a bit flushed Big Boy. Can you please fill my pussy? I want you to erupt inside of me dear. Or do you want to fill my mouth? Please just love me, love my body, love my heart." He couldn't hold his orgasm any longer, and Charles came strongly, and I came as well. Maybe not a release like a boy but I trembled as I rode his great cock like a pornstar, my heels aside his knees. We made love a second time a bit later, after he inspected my clitty and licked my gushing rosebud. He snowballed his seed with me. The champagne arrived and I covered up when the sweet young waiter came in, his dick semi- erect seeing my scattered lingerie. We talked until near dinnertime. He explained how he'd come to appreciate the world of transfemmes. Early this year he had dated a girl from a Canadian city for a month while on an assignment. She wasn't totally into guys and therefore not for him. I thanked the good fairy for finding this special man. He seemed to love my body, and just before dinner he took my clitty in his lips and though small, I released a small amount of sweet seed. I was falling in love with Charles. On Wednesday morning I had to get home so I left Charles at the Hotel around 6am. Before I left I woke him with my mouth on this beautiful soft cock. He was limp but my mouth settled that quickly. His seed was deep in my belly as I got the taxi; a breakfast before an office day. Tess called me later that afternoon. "So is he as nice as you'd hope? As sexy as he appeared?" I gushed for nearly twenty minutes. She got a clear understanding after I said 'I love his cock' four times. "So he knows of your history?" Tess could be such a big sis "Of course he does." "And you told him about Madeline and I?" "No way dear Tess. That's for you to decide, not me. But don't worry. Charles will love you two beauties." Later that evening we spoke on the phone, Charles asked if he could visit that evening but I was behind at work. We agreed to sleep at his apartment Thursday night. We discussed getting some take-out, but the sex was what we both intended to enjoy. We awaited the delivery petting and kissing on the couch. As soon as the bill was settled he stripped off my dress and laid me across the sofa arm. Taking me from behind. Previously this hadn't been a favorite for me. Maybe he just was special, his cock slipped deeply inside me, not as deep as my toy had the other day, but his cock was alive and warm and I came more quickly then the first two times. He filled my cunny and I wondered if he might clean me like the other evening. I didn't need my lover to enjoy sharing his seed every time. I just loved that he was that much in lust with me. Maybe lust is ok at this point? We fucked in the middle of the night with me riding him reverse cowgirl. My little clitty was bouncing a bit because we were sleeping naked. The size of his phallus was not evident but I felt him deeper in this position. He came holding me tightly and I awoke with his still swollen member in my ass. In the morning he asked about my past girlfriends. "How did you know I've been with women?" He got a bit tense "I just figured you'd have been helped, I mean, in a positive way, ahh, by other women. Women who wanted to enjoy your sexy body." But I wondered if he was being completely forthright. "Do you feel comfortable that I've had multiple partners Charles?" I hoped he'd say yes. "Of course, it's just that I've watch others struggle with gender based discrimination. Ahh, someone very close." I looked at Charles, my big stud, and he had a small tear forming. "Are you ok sweetie? Can you talk about this comfortably?" I was near enough for a hug and he started to weep "My sister is gay Louisa, and she has struggled to find acceptance. There are so many subtle sub groups in the gay community and Missy hasn't found someone." This discussion needed more time, I hugged him, "Can we talk about this over the weekend Charles? This is important for me to understand and support you but I've got an appointment in thirty-five minutes, Ok?" On Friday afternoon I asked Charles to find something to do that evening. I wanted to see Tess and her new lover without being distracted by his nearby phallus. I met the girls in the Bar of the Hotel, and they were dressed for the evening whereas I was in my business skirt and 3" heels. "Tess didn't tell me you worked in Fashion Louisa. You are so much more beautiful than her old photos" Madeline said as she kissed my cheek and hugged me. "And so slim too." Her smile made me think of how far I had come to be me. I sat between the two girls and the wine arrived. "So Madeline, how did she snag you? She can get very possessive huh?" Seeing these two beauties, with their lovely long legs and sexy heels, they're hair styled and the faces made to perfection was great. I didn't miss my lesbian days but women can be so soft and smelled luscious and their skin so smooth. I felt a bit dowdy surrounded by the Manhattan evening crowd. Tess jumped in. "Don't be opening any secrets, either of you, at least not until tomorrow. I found her wandering about at my club, you recall I mentioned Faunesse Lulu." Tess and Madeline describe their history. "Than you've only been together about 3 months?" I sipped the cool wine. Madeline smiled. "It's been nearly four now." "Has she tied you up yet?" I giggled recalling a past tradition of Tess'. "I asked for no secrets Lu! And no, I'm into Maddie's beauty, not pain." Tess wasn't perturbed. We dined at Sette on the East side, than returned to their Hotel for a drink in their room. I could enjoy Tess from a different perspective. I wasn't being chased and pushed by her. Madeline was an amazing beauty, a bit taller than me, and five pound lighter. I found myself strategizing a new diet. Tess looked extraordinary also. She'd trimmed a bit and was happy to be in love. I didn't feel nor look sexy but Tess was shocked by my figure, the length of my hair and the style. She also commented on my manner. "You've learned a great deal young Lady." Tess ordered a bottle of Moet and met us at the window. "Lets take a bathe, did Maddie show you the