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Gender Fluid - part 3 Walter Ego -1- "So do you have that memorized yet?" "So many changes in the last year. Tell me that you are happy." "Yes I am happy. A little scared, but very happy." I look back to stare again at the sonogram picture that my OB/GYN has just handed us. "I'm happy too Zach, but I can hardly believe it." I look up at my handsome husband, the father of my developing child, and play the last year over in my mind. Believe it or not it started when a young man freshly discharged from the navy stood in front of the house of his boyhood friend. Suffering the aftereffects of severe burns from a galley explosion he was startled to find that the tomboy girl he come to find was now a tall, athletic man. Upon revealing that the former Katie had perfected one of his late father's last inventions, the GF machine, and transformed herself into Zach, he then offered to release Jimmy from his painful future by using the machine on him. As only a female template was available Jimmy was to temporarily take the form of Abigail, a body based on a very attractive female volleyball player that Katie had once planned to use on herself. As fate would have it, after more than a month in Abigail's body I had fallen deeply in love with Zach. She had been designed as his fantasy girl and after a romantic dinner one night we eagerly fell into bed together. I abandoned any plans to move to another body and it was only four months later that I found Zach on one knee with a diamond ring in hand. We were married soon after. The ceremony was small. We had both lost our mother's early in life and Zach's father had died peacefully in his lab a couple of years earlier. Jimmy had become estranged from his father when he remarried and had no idea that his son had switched genders. As we stood before the Justice of the Peace, Zach in a black suit and I in a full length white dress, we had only a couple of friends we had met since our conversions present. We honeymooned for a week in Europe ending up in a Parisian loft overlooking the Seine River. With money coming in from the sale or license of several of his father's patents Zach was able to live independently and continue working on the GF device and its supporting software. I was enjoying life as a kept woman but had also returned to the pursuit of my dream of going to culinary school and perhaps opening a restaurant. I had been a Cook's Mate in the Navy. I had been accepted for the fall classes in a prestigious California institute and we were making all the necessary plans to move cross country when the pregnancy stick came up positive. Certainly not surprising to a young couple who enjoyed a rich sex life but nonetheless startling to a new mother who had spent the first twenty two years of life as a male. "I called the movers and confirmed that they will be here Thursday, Abby. Have you tagged everything that you want to take?" "Yes. Most of the furniture is staying with the house so just our bed, clothes and my kitchen are going. How about the lab." "I found a buyer for some of it and I cleaned out the scrap yesterday. The GF equipment is all boxed up too and ready to go. We should be all set to close on the house sale on Friday and we're off that afternoon. Was the doctor able to recommend an OB in California?" "She gave me a couple of references but I need to get us moved in out there before I can make appointments." "So is there anywhere left in the house where you want to me to love you again?" "Well I do like it when it gets dark out by the pool and the way that one lounge chair bounces." -2- California living has been good for us. We were able to find a gorgeous house near the water with a full size pool and plenty of space for both a nursery and Zach's laboratory. I mixed Lamaze and cooking classes getting high marks on a paper discussing how pregnancy changed one's sense of taste. My delivery went well after about five hours of labor. In my life all pain is compared to the fiery explosion and its aftermath. The pain of giving birth is more intense but the duration is shorter and any time I get to yell and swear with impunity is not without its advantages. Andrea weighed in at just under seven pounds. She took my breast with only a couple of false starts and I came to enjoy feeding her both for release of pressure but as a time to begin my connection to my new daughter. It was shortly after her first birthday when Zach and I pushed her stroller over to take in the annual Pride Parade. As neither Zach nor I were in our birth gender, although by no means 'out' about it, we were sympathetic towards the LBGT community. As we toured the sponsor booths we came across one for a small local winery. "Oh what a beautiful little girl." We looked over to see the person manning the booth making funny faces to Andrea's complete delight. The man introduced himself as Hector and we spent twenty minutes talking about the parade and the wines he had available. I had just started taking a class on how to pair wines with various food and we had started to talk recipes when the baby started to become fussy. We quickly bought two bottles of wine and took Hector's card. Two nights later we opened the pink vintage to go with with a pork recipe I was trying. Savoring the last drop it was Zach who suggested that we might ask Hector to dinner to thank him and so that I could talk more wine and food. "Oh yes," I replied, "I could always use another guinea pig for my cooking. Beside he and Andie got along so well." The next day I called Hector. He says he would be delighted to see us again but that he did not have a car and it would be difficult for him to get here. I say we would be happy to pick him up and did he have a recommendation for a wine to go with a fish recipe I wanted to make. Would I be willing to try a new white wine they were developing but was not yet on the market? Of course." When Zach picked up Hector he was casually dressed as requested and had a box containing eight bottles of the white. He explained that the vintner was eager to build word of mouth about it before starting a large scale pressing with the next harvest. Andrea and Hector quickly renewed their brief friendship while I finished up in the kitchen. I was nervous about the fish but the two men devoured it and sang my praises. The wine was excellent and I could tell it would be excellent accompaniment with almost any white fish. I promised Hector that I would pass along some bottles to a few of my culinary school classmates. As we sat talking after the baby had gone to bed the conversation turned to the recent parade. "Had the winery long been an LGBT sponsor?" I asked. "No. Not until I started working there. I convinced the owners that it would be beneficial and they agreed. I'm pretty sure it has been a boost to sales as it can be the little things that separate all the small wineries out here." "Were you part of the LBGT community before that then?" Zach gently asked. Hector thought for the moment. "Yes. I'm not very out and I haven't spoken of this to anyone one outside of the community for a while. It hasn't been an issue at work but I'm sure they suspect something. You folks have been so nice to me and it's been so long since I've let this out but I am, to use the right term, gender dysmorphic." Hector tells us that he is known from a young age that that he was born into the wrong body. Having grown up in a family with little spare money and raised with uncles who worshipped maleness, young Hector had no opportunity to express these yearnings. As a young man he had made a brief foray into cross dressing but the results were so ludicrous on his stocky body as to be totally unsatisfying. Now approaching thirty he was finally saving a little money but any surgical remedy would be years away. Zach and I thanked him for his honesty and confirmed that we would keep his secret without judgment. Our own secret was left untold. I kissed Hector goodnight and Zach reported that Hector had fallen asleep on the return trip and hugged and thanked him sincerely for the high level of acceptance. I was still awake when Zach slipped into bed that night. "Dearest." I added honey to my voice. "Your Dad's machine could do wonders for people like Hector." "Yes love. I've been thinking about that all the way home. It also could be disruptive in ways we can't imagine. I trust your woman's initiation but we've only known Hector for a very short time. Let me dig into his background and we can make a plan then." I kissed my husband and rolled over feeling almost as content and as loved as if we had fucked that night. -3- Zach used all his computer knowledge to get into Hector's background. Like us he had lost a parent early in his case his father being shot in a bungled robbery. He'd been raised by his mother in an uncle's household. He finished High School with decent marks and taken a few community college courses before dropping out. He had knocked around several low wage jobs before landing at the winery about four years ago. He had one arrest for civil disobedience related to an LBGT protest and had served community service. He had continued to donate his free time and had been given a citation of appreciation by one of the community groups. There was little trace of his dysphoria in his digital record and it was unclear if had been clinically diagnosed although Zach found no reason to doubt his story. We went to visit him at the winery and a casual conversation with some of his coworkers revealed that he was hard working even if he didn't often socialize with his straight colleagues. Little Andrea and I were convinced but the GF machine was Zach's father's legacy and I would no more step on his toes about it than I would let him interfere in my kitchen. After a couple of weeks we were sitting in bed when Zach told me of his decision. "Love, it seems to me that I can nether hoard the machine to myself or let the world in on its secrets just yet. Neither I nor the world is ready to take on every transgendered person who would clamor for its use. There is still a big problem of creating new identities which I can do in small batches but not on a large scale. I'm willing to take Hector on as test case, if he is even willing, but I would want him to stay close so we can see how it all goes." "Thank you dear. I know how concerned you are but I also know you have a big heart. Your experiment with me came out pretty spectacularly and I can't imagine someone who has gone through life like Hector not jumping at the chance. Keeping the new Hector close is both smart and caring." I lean over to kiss my husband and whisper the solution in his ear. -4- Hector readily accepts a return invitation for dinner. He has suggested a Mexican dish that his mother had taught him and that he can come early on his day off and teach me to cook it. The two of us have a fun afternoon in the kitchen as Andrea plays nearby. She is fed and put to bed by the time we sit to eat. Both Zach and I appreciate the spicy kick of the dinner and we have ditched the wine for this evening in favor of several cold beers. Strawberry ice cream and fresh baked chocolate chip cookies seemed the perfect finish as we sat together in the living room. "Hector," I started, "do you know what an au pair is?" "I do. It's a teenager who comes from outside the country to live in a home and help with the kids." "Just so. I've been thinking about one as my school work has increased." "It sounds like a fine idea Abby but I don't know any young girls I could recommend." "Is there any chance you would be interested in the job?" "Oh Dear. I do love little Andrea and living in your house would be a dream but I do not see how that could possibly work out. Are there not agencies that can find you a proper teenage girl?" "What if," Zach interjects, "you could be that teenage girl?" "Dios Mio. Do not tease me. I told you about me and I though you understood." "Hector," I say, "we do understand. This will be hard to believe but when Zach and I were growing up back East, Zach was the girl and I was the boy." "This is incredible. I it is true then I have never seen such perfect surgery. No doctor in the world could make me look as good as you two." "No.," Zach says, "It wasn't surgery. My father was a brilliant inventor. He spent the last years of his life creating a machine that could change a person's body. After he died I was able to finish it. I was never complete as a girl, my own gender dysphoria, and I used it to become a man. When my old friend showed up badly burned we used it again to create Abby." "Did you grow up wishing to be a girl too?" He asks me. "No, but I found when it came down to being a choice between a badly burned man or a healthy attractive woman it was an easy decision. Once I did I found it suited me. Plus I was in love." "And you had a baby. She is not adopted?" "Yes she is our natural child. The machine changed us so that every cell in our body matches the sex you see us in today. Zach asks, "Would you like to see the machine?" We lead Hector to the lab. The machine has been upgraded since coming to California. The main chamber now stands at a constant forty-five degrees the awlward articulating arms now gone. The computer system has been upgraded to reflect the cutting edge hardware available from the Tech Valley. Two cylinders remain but now contain a reformulated gas labeled GF-4. The upgrades have combined to decrease the transformation time from one hour to just over twelve minutes. "Is it true? Is it safe?" Hector asks. Zach replies. "Well you would only be the third human transformed but it has worked flawlessly so far." "And it can really make me into a girl?" "Yes but not tonight. If you want to do this we have some planning first." "If so, it would answer my prayers." We return to the living room and Zach explains that Hector needs to disappear in a way that cannot be traced back to our family. I explain to Hector how I had felt like two persons in the weeks after my change but that Zach had had a much easier time probably because he had spent his life emulating male behavior. I tell Hector some of the expectations and prejudices that come with being a woman but that as a teenager in our home he would likely me less exposed. I caution him that he would expect to have a monthly period and deal with its consequences. I do not set any grand expectations as to sex as a female as there are too many variables but do tell him that both Zach and I have seen heightened desires since our change. None of this deters Hector. He has been wishing for such a miracle most of his life. Zach tells us he needs five days to finalize the plan. -5- The day has come. Hector has quit his job at the winery and discretely told a few friends that he has gotten the money for his GRS. He has packed a bag and taken a taxi to the airport where there is a ticket in is name for Bangkok. He diverts to Zach's waiting car but the airline computer system will show he boarded the scheduled flight. If anyone investigates the trail should go cold in mid-flight. Hector greets me at the house with a big hug. I show him the clothes I have picked out for his new body from a local teen oriented boutique. We enter the lab and Hector removes his clothes. He has tears in his eyes as he shakes Zach's hand and kisses my cheek. "Whatever happens I want to thank you for letting me live my dream." Hector reposes in the chamber and Zach seals the door. He opens the valves to the GF-4 gas and activates the programming transmitters. I know that one of the properties of the GF formula is the rapid transition between a gaseous and a liquid state as it undergoes pressure. As the chamber fills I see that Hector is already unconscious. The now liquid fluid has begun to react and I see his body become increasingly amorphous. Zach has told me that one of the trickiest parts of the program is to keep the transforming skin intact and maintain the integrity of the internal organs. The program will also nudge certain mental factors, such as the desire to nurture. At the five minute mark the chamber's contents have become opaque and I can no longer follow the internal changes. Six minutes later the chamber begins to clear and I can see the outlines of a young woman emerge. The chamber is drained, the fluid filtered and returned to a gas for reuse. I can no longer contain myself and I race to open the chamber door. "Did it work?" her voice is soft and high. "Oh my, it must have." "It sure did." She accepts my outstretched hand and as she steps out of the chamber. Bekka is born. The new lab has a full length mirror and I take her for her first look. Bekka's hair is raven black falling to the top of her slender neck. Her eyes are a deep brown, her skin is slightly olive hinting at a Mediterranean origin. Her breasts are firm and will nicely fit a B-cup bra. Bekka has a trim waist and wide hips that suggest a safe place for a developing child. Her legs are smooth and pretty. I find her adorable. Bekka shrieks. "Pinch me, pinch me. I must be asleep. She is so beautiful, she is so perfect. Could she really be me?" I have no more to say but I smile broadly at Zach as Bekka tests the reflection in the mirror against the movement of her body. She traces the contours of her breast and tentatively reaches down to confirm the converted sex between her legs. She races to where I am watching and hugs me once, twice and then a third time. She moves from me to Zach and as she tries to whisper 'Thank you' a hundred times the burst of energy that accompanies the transformation ebbs and she collapses in his arms. He has no trouble picking her up as she is now five inches shorted and seventy pounds lighter than Hector. He sets her on the guest bed and I slip a t-shirt over her head and arms. I give her a motherly kiss on the forehead and let her sleep. -6- It has been four months, the start of what passes for winter in California, and Bekka has been thriving. She and Andie have become fast friends playing together, walks to the park and especially bath time. I often hear Bekka singing not just nursery songs to Andrea but what I have come to recognize as some of the latest pop songs. There is a lightness in her step as if she shed not only physical but metaphorical weight. Her presence has allowed me to concentrate more on my cooking and the times when the three household females are gathered in the kitchen have become special. One evening I am at the kitchen table typing up my class notes when I hear Bekka come in. She is wearing one of her favorite short shorts and tee combinations. Her has gotten longer and is bound up with a hair clip. She looks so cute that I flash back to a memory of my former male self when he would come across a pretty girl. My reverie is fleeting however because I can see what I have come to know as Bekka's rare, serious look. I get up to get the wine leftover from dinner and two glasses. As the only two males to have made such a complete transformation we have invented our own version of girl-talk. She is technically older that I but I have assumed the role of big sister. We had handled Bekka's first period, had intense, but fun discussions about fashion and makeup and mini-bitch sessions about the inequities of being a woman versus a man. "Abby, can I ask you a really personal question?" "Of course dear." "When you were a man, were you gay at all. I know you've told me some stories about going out with girls in the Navy and even sleeping with Zach before he was a he. But did you every look at guys then, in that way?" "Ah, no I think I was pretty straight back then. I made some gay bashing jokes when I was a kid but it was more about fitting in than having anything against them. I figured out that the guys making the most jokes we mostly scared and I heard one of them did come out after High School. I chased a few girls in school and pretty much figured that was right for me. In the Navy you had to be careful about what you did with the female sailors but when we at port there were plenty of girls that liked the uniform." "So it was when you changed that you became attracted to Zach?" "It was a bit complicated. At first I saw him as my old friend in male form, then he was the person who freed me from a painful fate. The Abigail template he created was designed to enjoy female sensations and as time went on I found I could not deny my body's need for him." Tears are now streaming down Bekka's face. I pull her into a tight hug. "Bekka," I whisper, "tell me what's wrong." "Oh Abby. You and Zach have done so much for me, a new life, a place in your home, being with Andie. I don't ever want to hurt you even a little bit but...," she sniffles, "but I know it's wrong to want another girl's man but I just keep looking at Zach, especially when he takes his shirt off or wears that tight bathing suit and I just feel weak and..." "Shh, Bekka. It's alright. Zach is a very beautiful man." "When I was, was Hector," the word comes out as if it is a bad memory, "I was never strongly attracted, not sexually attracted, to anyone. If I was with a girl then I was just envying her body and wanting to be her. There were enough willing gay guys in the community that I could sleep with but it never seemed right either pitching or catching. Now that I'm a real girl and have the right parts is really strange and scary to have these feeling especially because there is only one other person who has made me feel this way." "And who was that dear?" "You." She leans in and plants her lips on mine. I am startled for a moment but relax and enjoy the softness of her lips and the fruity taste of her lip gloss. I let he linger for a minute before pulling back and looking in her eyes. "Are you mad Abby? Do you want me to leave?" "No dear. Sexuality is a complicated beast and yours has been bottled up for so long that it's no wonder you don't know which way to turn, so to speak. Come with me." I take her hand and we make our way to the master bedroom. Zach is in bed reading from his tablet. "Zach dearest." "Yes my love?" he looks up to see us standing at the foot of the bed. "Zach, Bekka will be joining us tonight." "Plenty of room here. Welcome Bekka." I remove Bekka's shorts and tee. She looks so young in her pink bra and polka dot panties. It is when fully nude that we see the sexy girl in her full glory. Bekka crawls onto the bed and I follow sandwiching her between us. Zach and I have been faithful t each other. Our pillow talk has often strayed to how much more fun sex is in our new bodies. We have talked about not denying ourselves, or each other, opportunities with others as long as we always come back to each other. One night not long ago he had called me Bekka and I role play as her, fresh and unexperienced from the Gender Fluid. I am not surprised at his reaction. Zach gives her a brief kiss on her lips before gently pushing her on her back, moving down to homage her breasts. I stroke her hair enjoying its fragrance and texture as I rejoin our previous kiss. I dart my tongue into hers. Zach's attentions have moved below her waist and I follow him southward to take over the stimulation of her beasts and nipples. I mimic the sucking motion of baby Andrea. Who can tell if Bekka's soft moan is the result of my ministrations or the gentle stroking of her thighs by Zach. Who would care? A tangy aroma tells me that her body is ready for penetration and I move aside for Zach. He gently positions her legs so her thighs are fully open. I have retrieved our supply of lubricant a apply it to ensure as smooth an entry as a virgin can expect. I guide Zach's impressive manhood to its target and watch as he eases inside. "Wrap your legs around his." I coach the inexperienced girl. "Clench your muscles around him. Good, now sway your hips to match his rhythm." I sit back to watch my husband fuck. Bekka's eyes are closed and can almost see Zach's mind spinning to delay his release. Bekka's breathing is now rapid and she is close to the edge. Zach slows his pace to bring her down slightly but increases as again when her respiration eases. I think back to the many times Zach has pleasured me this way bringing me to the edge over and over to delay my own climax. As Bekka clutches the sheets he does not make her wait any longer and pushes hard and deep to finally cum inside her. Bekka reacts to her orgasm with a soft wail and I watch her whole body relax into an warm afterglow. Zach removes himself and leaves the bed. "I'll get some water." He tells me. I use a towel to pat the juices leaking from Bekka's blushing vagina. I lean in and lick the last bit away. My newly trained taste buds automatically try to assess the flavors of Zach and Bekka's mingled excretions. I spread her folds with my fingers and my tongue makes swirls around her clitoris. I feel her fingers in my hair as if she is afraid I will move my head away. All ready primed it does not take long before her vagina spasms once again. I stretch forward to kiss her once more and let her taste her own juices from my mouth. We cuddle for a brief period. "Bekka, dear. Would you mind checking to see that we didn't wake up Andie? We'll talk in the morning." Speechless but happy, Bekka nods and gathers her clothes, gets a quick kiss from the returned Zach and pads softly off to check the baby. "Impressive work dear." Zach coos as he hands me a half filled glass of water. How long had he watched us I cannot tell. "But I can't help notice that you haven't gotten off yet." I look and see that Zach is fully erect from watching his women screw. He lies beside me and correctly assesses my mood as I roll on top of him. No foreplay is required as my pussy is fully ready as I slide it over his cock. My hands stroke my breasts as Zach clasps my hips to rock my pelvis. I stretch my body to find the most pleasurable position and enjoy the ride. I do not make Zach wait long before I come and he can ejaculate once more. The energy drains from my body and I curl up next to my lover to sleep. -7- I am now a graduate of one of the most prestigious culinary schools on the West Coast if not the whole country. As a top student I get several offers immediately including the opportunity to write a proposal to a TV network looking for the next hot cooking show. I hash it out with Zach and Bekka and submit a show outline for a program where each week I would pick a family, interview their likes and dislikes, help them shop, cook as a family and sit down for a traditional communal meal. Two weeks go by and I am mulling my options, trying to find a restaurant with a chef whose style matches my interests when the network calls. "Would you be willing to fly to L.A. and meet with the network president?" Zach and Bekka are even more excited than I am. This opportunity is grander than any plan I have dared and the fickleness of TV development is so well known that I don't want my hopes to get too high. Nevertheless I soon have flight and hotel reservations for my interview. I kiss Zach goodbye and whisper in Bekka's ear. "Keep him warm for me." On the appointed day I have been sitting outside the president's office for about fifteen minutes when I hear a buzz. "He'll see you now." The secretary tells me. I stand and smooth the skirt of my gray business attire. I gather my purse and my notes from the last few days. I am ushered in am greeted by the man sitting on the large desk. Pleasantries exchanged he sits in the executive chair and motions me to the richly upholstered guest seat. Mason "Stone" McCarthy is easily the most powerful and charismatic man I have ever met. A retired Marine colonel used to getting his way. His broad shoulders filled his multi-thousand dollar suit. Despite the fact that his deep voice commanded full attention I nonetheless found myself lost in his steel grey eyes and could feel strong pheromones of his musk saturating my brains. He is talking demographics and ratings and contract options but I am not comprehending a word. "Ms. Black! This is an important chance for you but I see we have a problem. Fortunately for you I have dealt with this before. Come around the desk please." I stand and walk around as he pushes his chair back from the desk. "Now bend over please." Patting his legs. I can scarcely believe what is happening but his voice brooks no resistance and I meekly lower myself onto his lap. I feel my skirt being lifted and the strong thwack on my pantied buttocks. The pain is intense but brief and I can feel the twisting of my insides. Six times his hand finds my ass and with each blow the heat builds in my moistening pussy. He lets me up and I readjust my skirt. My nipples are straining against my best bra. "I have another meeting in a moment. A car will pick you up at eight pm outside your hotel and take you to my beach house. We'll discuss this further then. Good morning." Dazed I walk out of the office. McCarthy's secretary has a knowing look on her face. She hands me a card for a downtown shop named "Monica's Creations". "Tell them Claire sent you and they'll know what it's about." -8- It is eight O'clock and I am standing in the hotel lobby. I have called Zach saying all is well but that I have one more meeting with the president. I have spent the remainder of the day preparing myself for my second encounter with Stone McCarthy. I have dropped a ridiculous amount of money at the little boutique but found the perfect red dress which while almost illegally short fantastically shows off my bra enhanced cleavage. My matching red CFM pumps have three inch heels that flatter my legs in their black silk stockings. My hair is swept up except for two tendrils framing either side of my face and expose the diamond studs in my ears. A fine gold chain adorns my neck and is matched by a small gold colored clutch. My nails are freshly painted but my wedding ring has been placed in the hotel room safe. I look like a Hollywood starlet or an expensive call girl. The latter being closer to the mark. The driver is on time but does not speak beyond his initial "Good evening madam." Soft music plays on the sound system and my stomach flips several times it is short thirty minute ride to the coastal estate. The driver assists me out of the car and then drives off as he sees the front door open. Mason ushers me inside. The place is richly decorated and highly masculine. There is champagne and oysters on ice and I enjoy a flute as Mason gives me a tour of the various paintings and sculptures. Most are erotic. I say little, pushed along by the strong current of Stone's personality. "Abigail," he states, "you are a beautiful woman. I have had beautiful women here before but not all of them have enjoyed their own bodies the way I believe you do. Shall we explore that idea?" Stone leads me to a floor-to-ceiling window that shows the twilight reflecting on the ocean. The water is calm with small wavelets. I can see the lights of a distant ship, green in its starboard profile. "Now Abigail you must not move again until I tell you." I stand stock-still as Mason slowly unzips my dress. He allows me to step out of my heels as it pools at my feet. Each stocking is carefully rolled down. He unclasps my bra and draws it from arms. If he is excited at all by my breasts he betrays no sign. He reaches behind my head to let my hair fall and tenderly arranges it on my shoulders. He slides his hands down is hips to so I can step out of my black lace panties already dewy with my building desire. "I'll be keeping these. No, don't move yet." He leaves me standing nude, gazing out to the darkening seascape. I cannot tell if anyone is on the beach but if they are then I am backlit and my nakedness is on full display. I stand unable to summon the will to move while Mason leaves me for several minutes be he returns in a black silk robe. At last I am led, unclothed, by the hand to his master bedroom. Emphasis on master. I am bidden to sit as he takes my right hand and expertly knots a silken rope to my wrist. He takes my left arm which forces me prone and stretched on the mattress as my left arm is attached to the other bed post. He reaches into the drawer of his bedside stand and removes to small clamps. Left and right they are pressed to my nipples and tightened to a fine balance between agony and pleasure. Mason returns to the drawer this time removing a thick pinkish dildo. I feel my labia being parted and the slow insertion of the cool rod. My vagina stretches and then contracts around the tool. Judging my pussy sufficient he puts the dildo away and at last removes his own robe. His appendage is enormous. Already stretched wide and ready I await his assault. He penetrates and the hot flesh causes me to almost immediately cum. He waits while my wave crests and then begins to pump. Each slap of his testicles drives me further from sanity. By my second climax I am thrashing against the silk restraints but to no avail. As I built up to a third release there are tears on my face. When his semen finally floods its way against my cervix I scream and can now relax in near exhaustion. Mason at last undoes the clamps and frees my arms. There are no tender words. There are no expressions of love. He just hands me a large envelope. "The network would like to develop your show. Show this contract to your lawyer. The offer is good for seven days and then we will move on. You can get your clothes and clean up in the hall bathroom. Your driver will be back in..." He checks the bedside clock. "Twenty minutes." I am back together in time to greet the driver. I sit in the car and contemplate the most erotic experience of my life. An experience I couldn't begin to imagine a couple of years ago as a man. I turn in my mind what I will tell Zach. He will not be shocked by my being fucked by another man. We have always been honest and free in exploring our regendered sexuality. I fully expected he would right now be taking advantage of Bekka's sexy body. Could I, I wondered, tell him the details? In our relatively short sex lives together we have used many erotic positions but had not yet forayed into toys or bondage. The question is, do I want to repeat this event or keep it as a special one of a kind memory? Either way I am officially now a very dirty girl.