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Story: The Transition Guy
Chapter 1: 1996 - A New Beginning
The dreaded moment had arrived at the Lower Merion Country Club. "Happy
New Year!" the throng shouted. After two minutes, Alethea's best friend
Dale broke lose from husband Keith's embrace long enough to kiss her on
both cheeks , hug her "Happy 1996, Thea! Better things arem ahead for
you, kiddo!" Alethea tried to hide her wince at the use of her girlhood
nickname. Dale was the only one still calling her that as she now
preferred her entire formal name though she had given up correcting
co=workers who had taken to calling her Ali. She decided to put on her
best smile and hugged and kissed her friend back with as big a smile as
she could muster. "Happy 1996 to you guys too! Don't worry about me. I
know you're right.
After her friend was whisked back to the dance floor by Keith, Alethea
slowly made her way over to the bar line. Alethea was ready for another
glass of Pinot Grigio and didn't mind the line's length as it gave her a
chance to kill some time until she could make a gracious exit. She then
became aware of just what she didn't want tonight of all nights - a man
behind her online looking to initi9ate conversation.
"Happy New Year, I'm Henry," he said.
"Listen, you seem nice, but I'm really not in the mood," she tried to cut
him off.
He said, "I get it. I've watched you for awhile playing the third wheel
with your friends. I'm guessing some jerk left you in the lurch. Well,
I'm more or less in the same boat and misery loves company."
Alethea couldn't quite suppress her grin. "Watching me for awhile, eh,
Henry IF that's your real name? That's kind of creepy. Is stalking your
thing?" Funny thing, even as she said that, she was amused and intrigued
rather than scared. Being 5' 9" herself, she appreciated that he was at
least 3 inches taller, perhaps a bit overweight, but certainly not fat
with a cute dimpled smile and inviting eyes that looked directly into
hers.
He responded, "I'd be lying if I didn't say I found your looks
captivating. You have terrific auburn hair, sparkling green eyes, and a
heckuva body, lady. But I also felt rather pulled to approach you - an
inner sense that we are kindred spirits."
She parried right back. "My you're a smooth talker. Are you a salesman?
Probably the kind that likes to make a quick close, then move on."
He countered, "I'm an actuary. I perform detailed analysis before I
commit to an opinion, but once I do, I stay committed. By the way, you
still haven't told me your name"
Giggling she said, "It's a difficult one. I'll spell it for you. A-"
He chuckled and finished, "L-e-t-h-e-a. It's from the Greek, meaning
truth in God."
She looked at him, amazed. He was the first person, EVER, to know that.
He added, "I've always been fascinated by etymology - word derivations -
and starting boning up on it when I was 10 - word derivations -
especially from the Greek and the Latin. I've made a special study of
beautiful girls' names." Alethea blushed, wondering whether beautiful
was meant to modify "girl" or "names."
He changed the subject. "You might want to turn around."
Alethea found herself at the top of the bar line and ordered a Pinot
Grigio and ordered a glass of wine. Henry did the same. She tried to
excuse herself. "It was nice meeting you but I've got to rejoin my
friends." She noticed that Dale and Keith had returned to the table.
Henry was not so easily deterred, saying, "I see the chair on the other
side is free and we've just gotten started getting to know each other.
Besides if I join you, your friends can check me out and verify that I'm
harmless enough."
She had to admit to herself that his suggestion made sense and she would
feel safe with Dale and Keith. She also could see herself going out with
Henry. Certainly, time was passing much faster now and she had forgotten
about feeling sorry for herself. "OK, you win," she conceded and off to
her table they went. For the next 30 minutes, the four of them indulged
in conversation. Alethea learned that Henry recently left a large
Pennsylvania-based insurance company to start his own consulting firm
installing state-of-the-technology actuarial systems in mid-size
insurance and financial services firms. She told him about her job as a
Surgical Technician in the Operating Room at Children's Hospital. He
seemed genuinely interested, asking the right questions about the
challenges of operating on children and he knew quite a bit about the
restrictions of HIPA in accessing info needed to ensure safe and
efficient operations. Alethea wasn't surprised that he asked for her
shift info. He didn't ignore Dale and Keith which Alethea also
appreciated, demonstrating interest in Dale's job at St. Joe's and
sharing Keith's enthusiasm for the Philadelphia Eagles.
When they called for a last dance, "Three Times a Lady", Henry asked
Alethea to join him on the floor and she agreed. He was neither the
smoothest nor most rhythmic of dancers but the awkwardness suited him and
his embrace was warm and comforting, not too tight or too loose. So far,
so good. She wondered if he'd try anything now that the lights were on
and it was time to leave but he remained a perfect gentleman. He said
he'd love to see her again and asked if she liked coffee. After a nod,
he requested and received her phone number.
As soon as they were in the car driving home from the Lower Merion
Country Club, Dale poked Thea (as she still insists on calling Alethea)
and said, "Hey. He's cute - and tall and so nice." Alethea, "Yeah, but
you know they all sat they're going to call but they never call." Dale
said, "I think THIS ONE will call." Keith added, "I'm not sure if you
want my two cents but I agree; he was really into you tonight. And he
didn't seem like he had that much to drink so I think he'll remember
too." Alethea smiled and thought about their time together the rest of
the way.
Chapter 2: The Courtship
Dale picked up and heard Thea proclaim lyrically, "He called and he was
still as charming as he was last night. And very funny too. We're
meeting tonight at 7 PM for coffee and dessert at a diner on City Line
Avenue. He asked if I wanted to bring a friend -his treat but I told
him I thought I could handle him. He laughed and said he thought I was
right."
"When did he call?" Dale asked. "Just 15 minutes ago, at 1:00 PM," came
the reply. "That shows he's considerate," from Dale. Thea giggled,
"Henry thought so too because he really wanted to call me at 8 and said
he couldn't stop thinking about me. Then he said shyly that he hoped he
wasn't coming on too strong," I said. "There's nothing wrong with
enthusiasm. See you there tonight."
At the diner they talked for hours. Henry followed her car home and
kissed her goodnight - on the lips for the first time - outside her
apartment. Things progressed rapidly from there. They went to a concert
at the Academy of Music and to dinner at a nice bistro. He brought her
roses and treated her like a true princess. They graduated in the usual
way to heavy petting and fondling and feeling each other's private parts.
But she loved the way he hugged and held her most of all. Their bodies
seemed to fit perfectly together on the couch and arm in arm. Thea was
looking forward to testing other fits soon. Thea? Yes. It seems that it
stuck in Henry's head when Dale called Alethea that and he picked up on
it. He said he really fit are. She relaxed and conceded, "Well, only by
best friends in the world call me that but you've certainly made yourself
a candidate to qualify, Henry. So, if you like it, just go with it -
unless I say no more. OK?" He kissed her deeply with his approval and
she answered with her tongue, then he responded.
While all this was progressing, of course, Thea and Dale were doing their
detective work. They friended him on Facebook and checked out his
history. As he told Thea at the diner on her first date, he had been
divorced for a little over five years. His first wife, Connie, had been
older than he and had two teenage girls, both of whom had issues, but he
was happy to do what he could and they loved him like a stepfather. The
marriage to Connie had lasted 10 years but Connie's heart led her to
another - and despite his stepdaughters' disappointment, she divorced
Henry to marry this real type-A guy named Clark. To this day, Connie and
Henry remain friends and he laughed that he's even learned to like Clark.
All this was affirmed by what she saw on Facebook. His business history
with the insurance company and then in his consulting firm also checked
out - and he recently hired two new associate actuaries who he was
sponsoring for their exams in order to handle the overflow. Not that
Henry was completely without his mysterious side. Twice, he left for
three days to visit with clients - one in Miami and the other in San
Antonio. Part of her wished she had been invited along but she knew it
was too soon and she needed more advance notice to take time off from the
hospital anyway. He also kept to himself on Sunday's. Thea knew it
wasn't for church since Henry was of Jewish ancestry although he said he
didn't practice it too often but he was very tight-lipped about Sundays
except to say it was his private day for relaxation. Thea wondered a bit
about it but also thought one steady day apart was healthy and she did go
to church every Sunday anyway. If that was the one thing in her life
Henry would have no interest in sharing, that was okay.
By April, Thea decided to take things into her own hands. Henry had
taken her to an exquisite French restaurant, presented her with exquisite
star sapphire earrings; he knew that September 15 was her birthday and
sapphire was her stone but he said he saw them and couldn't bear to wait
another five months to give them to her. Every other man she knew would
figure he had the right to tear her clothes off and have his way after
all that - of course no other man she'd ever been with would have waited
3 months before doing so. But, Henry was still playing the gentleman,
hugging and fondling and reaching under, but then stopping.
Thea finally said, "I can't stand it anymore. Stand up. Undo your belt
and drop it all to the floor, then sit back down."
Henry looked at her very seriously then silently did as she ordered. His
penis was about ?-hard, pointed slightly upward toward Thea.
She smiled, crouched down, and said, "Good, a fine specimen and almost
ready for me." She knelt down, took him deep but let her tongue lay lax
toward the bottom of her mouth, bouncing little Hank (as she decided to
call him) toward her mouth's roof because she didn't want him to waste
his load. When she felt he was fully hard, she grabbed two sofa pillows
and placed them on the ground, motioned with her eyes and head, still
sucking his cock, toward the pillows and pulled gently on his shoulder.
He got the message and rolled off the couch onto the pillows as he did,
she allowed his penis to slip back out of her mount, now fully erect and
pointing straight up. Before Henry could realize what was happening Thea
had her dress and panties off wearing only her bra, and slammed her sex
down on him hard impaling him. Sitting just like that, Thea cooed,
"Unsnap my bra, it's right there in the front, the you could play with my
nipples while I bounce up and down on you," Again. Henry did as ordered
and without a word.
With every bounce up and down his pole, Thea got progressively louder and
more demanding. She shouted, "That it, pinch my nipples while I fuck you
silly, God damn it!" She was bucking and thrashing for almost 10
minutes, then shouted, "I'm coming. Come with me!" She let loose, but he
didn't spurt, just kept playing with her nipples and looking up at her in
awe. She said, "Can't you come?" He replied, "I'm close - almost there,
please don't stop."
She said, "OK, but my nipples are sore so stop pinching them - I'll let
you suckle them gently later," Henry gave her a big smile, then tensed up
again. Thea said, "I think I'm going to come again, this time I want you
to deliver" - but she still couldn't feel his spurt, so she unbuttoned
his shirt and started really squeezing his nipples. Finally, she was
rewarded with his cream. Then, he started sobbing uncontrollably.
She was scared. "What's wrong, Honey?" It was the first time she had
called hi that.
Henry wiped his eyes in his sleeve saying, "It's all good honey and
thanks for calling me that because I feel So-o-o close to you right now.
I'm emotional that way and I've never felt so overwhelmed and intense by
lovemaking in my life. You are just amazing. Did you know that?"
Thea thought, "OK. It's my turn now" but what she said with a you-know-
what-eating grin was "So, I've been told. But what I really am now is
exhausted and sticky so you're going to switch places with me. I'm lying
on the pillow and you're going to kneel down and lick me clean of your
juices. While your there, you can suck my clit too, but do it gently and
slowly, ok?"
Henry's heart leapt with excitement. Never had he had such intense sex
before and had a woman demand even more. He eagerly did exactly as he
said, first licking her vagina and pubic hair as clean of all of the
stickiness he could find. Thea's eyes were closed and she started to
snore gently. Henry got up, went to her bathroom. Using mouthwash, he
rinsed his mouth, then drank a cup of water. When he was done, he found
one of Thea's washcloths, wet it with lukewarm water, and returned. He
cleaned her down there a bit more. She opened her eyes, "Mmmm, what are
you up to, big boy?" I'm just cleaning you up so you're no longer so
sticky. She said, "That's a good boy. But Momma asked you to suck her
clit to orgasm."
Henry protested, "But you were asleep."
"I'm up now honey. Assume the position." Silently, Henry did as he was
told, gently he remembered. Now that he had some water, he could make
fresh saliva and spend a lot of time with her tongue on her. Eventually,
he was rewarded by her orgasm. Then he climbed to where he could lay next
to her on the floor. She rolled gently into his arms. About 3 AM, she
got him up and moved them both to her bed. They both thought as they
rocked back to sleep. "What a fabulous lover!"
The next five dates all ended in similar fashion. Henry had never been
so happy in his life.
Chapter 3: Irene Emerges From Henry's Closet
Henry was in love and knew that Alethea was the one he wanted to marry.
He also knew the odds against it happening. He had been the transition
guy for painful breakups and failed engagements thrice before.
Experience had taught him that the old saw of the guy who had the next
relationship with a gal after her long-term relationship ended would gain
her temporary affection and lasting friendship for being different,
attentive, accommodating - in short everything the creep she just broke
up with wasn't. Eventually, however, she would know in her heart that
the physical chemistry she needs just wasn't there with Mr. Sensitive and
she needed Mr. Aggressive to make her heart flutter.
That said, perhaps the fourth time was the charm. Yes, he was still good
friends but no longer lovers with Vicki, Raina, and Beryl - in that
order. Not to mention Connie where the post-breakup relationship did
lead to marriage and lasted 10 years before she "needed someone more
manly to get her juices going again," But, he sensed that even though
she had just been dumped from a long-term relationship by a jerk, Alethea
was somehow different for which he was willing to take a chance to
approach the subject of marriage. That decided in Henry's mind, he knew
all too well what he needed to do before things progressed any further.
The next date would be a candlelight dinner followed by a discussion, one
that would either end their relationship or establish an honest basis to
go further together.
Alethea eagerly accepted the dinner invitation and said that spinach
lasagna sounded great to her. When she arrived, she was impressed at the
shrimp cocktail waiting on her plate. It was perfectly arranged and
mounted. The linen napkins and tablecloths were a big step-up from the
only other time they had dinner together at Henry's. He had stir-fried
some chicken and broccoli over some fried rice he had prepared in
advance. It was very tasty. The chicken was marinated in sherry for
extra flavor but he just served it on ordinary plates and used paper
napkins. Tonight, on the other hand, he had pulled out all the stops.
"Please have a seat," Henry coaxed. Not before I plant a big one on your
lips. She kissed him hard. "My, you've gone to a lot of trouble," Thea
said, adding, "All for me?" Henry smiled, pulled out a chair and she sat
down. The Salad bowl was in the middle of the table, and he served her.
"The lasagna will take another 20 minutes, he said, so we might as well
get started on the shrimp cocktail and the salad. Whoops! I almost
forgot something." Henry went to the refrigerator, pulled out a bottle
of Mumm's Brut Champagne, took it over the sink and expertly popped the
crock without it overflowing or spilling a drop. Now he sat down, and
said, "Let's get started!" She sampled the Shrimp Cocktail, she notice
that the sauce was unusually peach colored and had a bite to it -
delicious and special.
"Did you make the sauce yourself?" Thea asked. "Sure did," came the
reply, "and if you're a good girl, I'll share the recipe with you." Thea
said, "No way. It's looking more and more that I can't compete with you
in the cooking department. That omelet you whipped together last week at
my place from stuff I just had lying in the refrigerator was
magnificent." With that Henry came over and kissed her on the cheek,
saying, "How sweet of you to say!"
After the appetizers, he pulled the spinach lasagna out of the oven and
was meticulous about serving it just so. He offered a toast, "To the
first night of the rest of our lives!" She clinked his glass and they
downed the champagne. He refilled the glasses. They both were excited
and wound up eating just half of what was on their plates. Thea
confessed, "This is the best lasagna I ever ate - spinach or otherwise-
and the presentation is so elegant but I'm stuffed and cannot eat another
bite." Henry said, "Surely, you saved some room for my chocolate molten
lava cake." Thea said, "That's my favorite dessert. How did you know?
Is this also from scratch?" Henry smiled, "You bet!" Thea said, "Then
how can I refuse?" He served it to both of them but only took two
spoonfuls. She finished exactly half and said, "I have to stop now or
I'll burst out of my skirt!" Henry laughed. "Just a little premature
for what I have in mind. Thea sat on his lap and smiled, "Do you want to
do the honors?"
Henry said, "I'd love to - but I have to stay in control. I almost
forgot but I really want to talk seriously with you tonight." Thea was
surprised by Henry's change in tone. "Oh?" Henry continued, locking his
eyes directly into Thea's, "First, you are super-smart so I'm guessing
that you are aware that I've fallen for you, head over heels. I am very
serious about wanting this to lead to, well, marriage." He saw her about
to respond but Henry shook his head. "Please let me continue."
"There is an intrinsic part of me that I need to share with you. It
wouldn't be fair to take this any further without letting you know that I
grew up knowing in my heart that I was supposed to be a girl, that my
soul knows it was destined to be a mother and to bear children. I kept
waiting for God or magic or something to set things right. Eventually, I
came to accept my reality. It wasn't easy. I preferred dolls to balls,
and hanging out and sharing recipes with the girls to playing sports with
the boys. Nevertheless, an time I expressed this to anyone outside my
parents' house, it met with other rejection. My Mom and Dad were very
understanding but said we all had to make compromises and cope with
things that weren't fair. There's more and I could step you through it
later.
The bottom line is that my Mom said to keep it inside our house as best I
could. She allowed me to dress up and wear her bras and prepare the food
and tea in an apron. I asked her to call me Irene and she did. But
later I found out why she obviously felt guilty and personally
responsible for my inner conflicts. She was carrying high and everyone
said it must be a girl - but she had such a horrible time with her
periods and with being unfairly treated by her father that she prayed and
prayed to have a boy - and she did. Could her wishing change what was to
be to what is? We'll never know for sure but the mind is very powerful,
Anyway, here's the bottom line. I looked into having the operation and
becoming a woman but it just didn't make sense. I still wouldn't be able
to have children. And the world didn't need a 6' tall 200 pound woman
who couldn't keep her weight in check. Instead, I've dedicated myself
into helping other women with the advantages and entr?e I had as a man.
And I've had a decent life that way. I had a decent 10-year marriage
where I raised two lovely stepdaughters and I have lots of great and
close friends - most of them women.
The reason I feel the need to share this with you is that the female part
of me has never gone away and still needs to breathe and be at least one
day a week or I get depressed and suicidal. By dressing as and becoming
Irene once a week - generally on Sunday's in the privacy of my home -
sometimes with understanding friends who know - I can cope as a man the
rest of the time - and maintain my sanity."
I know this is a lot to digest in one night. If you want to leave now, I
understand fully and recognize it may be for the best."
Alethea started weeping and could not stop. Then she excused herself to
use the bathroom. When she returned, she said, "Ok. Let me get this
straight because you've told me at least 3 separate things that would
make this an evening I'd remember forever. First, you love me and hope
to marry me. Is that right?" Henry swallowed and said hopefully, "Yes,
with all my heart." "Second, you believe you were meant to be a woman,
but somehow through your Mom's will, you turned out to be an unhappy boy
who loves being with girls and playing with dollies and sharing his
feminine feelings with other girls. Is that right?" Henry nodded
weakly. "Third, you need to spend one day each week acting as a woman -
you called it allowing your feminine self to breathe. Ok, this part, I
still really don't understand and it sounds truly bizarre. Let me ask
this: Does your feminine self have a name? Let me guess, you like to be
called Henrietta."
Henry started sobbing. "You look disgusted."
Thea retorted, "Well, you've laid a hell of a lot onto me tonight. You
say you want to marry me but then you tell me you're not really a man.
Well, I need to be married to a man, not a wannabe woman!" Then her face
softened. "But Henry, if anyone has ever earned from me the right to be
heard and for me to do my best to understand, it's you. Before you laid
the last part on me, my response was going to be that I love you too and
I don't care if your childhood was messed up, 'Let's go for it.' But
this other thing, I just don't understand. When you're dressed as a
woman, do you go flouncing about in public?" He shook his head no.
Thea said, "Then are you just asking me to spend some time each week
role-playing with you as Henrietta, playing dress-up in our bedroom? I
might be able to handle that."
Henry said, "No, it's not quite that simple. But you're on the right
track. But the woman inside me is Irene, not Henrietta." He made a sour
face when he said Henrietta, then added, "Never Henrietta!"
She said, "OK. I need time to think about it but I'm also still horny for
you, so strip, lay on the floor, and let me pound you silly, Irene or
Henry or whatever you want me to call you tonight."
He began to disrobe, chuckling, "I'm dressed normally so let's stick with
Henry for now, shall we?" Thea said, "Delighted to. But first pour me
another glass of champagne and don't put the bottle away!"
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