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A Year Ago - part XIII by MadQuill
This is an evolving story of Sara's sensual investigation. Please review
the first phases of the story...
In bed late Friday night I thought of Cynthia's question this evening.
"Oh Sara, do we have to stop?" After we making out on her sofa I drove
home alone. Her kisses were all I could think of. I wanted more but we
both decided to take this slowly. Her scent was till with me. Her hands
had played across my butt as she kissed me that last moment. She had
carefully restricted her petting. Not once had my clitty been touched.
I opened my bedside drawer and withdrew the fleshy toy. I reconsidered; I
wanted Cynthia now not a substitute. I turned over and fell asleep.
The next morning on the porch I was ready to walk to the school but as I
stepped off I saw someone through the light fog jogging toward me. He
turned and moved across Mrs. Greggs' lawn. As I reached the curb I
recognized him. He was the man who had found my keys on the track several
days ago. He sat down on the stoop of her home to cool down.
As I began and turned toward the school he looked up and saw me. He waved
and quietly said hello as I headed down the street. I simply smiled and
continued. He must be staying with Mrs. Greggs. Maybe he was her son?
Then I realized that she might have told him about my changes. How weird
might he think I was! He did wave though.
I thought of the possible consequences my gender changes could lead to
with the other neighbors but realized this was now well outside my
control. Mrs. Greggs was a good person and we had been friendly since I
moved in two years ago. I knew her husband had past but we'd not spoken
of her family. This man was definitely over thirty but in good shape. I
thought about Mrs. Greggs; she might be as old as seventy but she may be
younger.
Returning home from the track I saw her walking back from the curb. She
waved and went back inside. She didn't look over seventy so the guy
earlier could be her son.
A bit after to ten I was getting in the Audi to run to the store and
wasn't paying attention. As I put the car into reverse I caught sight of
a man jogging up my drive, darting to avoid my car.
I was surprised by the movement but rolled the window down. "I didn't see
you approaching. I'm so sorry, I nearly hit you."
He stood near the driver's door, shaking his head. "It wasn't that
close."
I looked square at his body, his crotch was near due to my position in
the low car. He was wearing a pair of shorts and a nice t-shirt, but no
shoes. I could smell is aftershave.
"Sara right? Hi, my Aunt lives across the street. We saw each other
earlier this morning, and a few days back right?"
I turned the car off and looked at him through my sunglasses.
"Yes, I'm Sara. You helped me when I dropped my keys at the school
track."
I was blushing but intrigued. He had to know of my changes right?
"My Aunt sent me over to ask, I mean, she was saying. She suggested that
we could have you over this evening for a glass of wine. Could you come,
I mean we'd really enjoy having you to the house this evening."
I didn't hesitate. "Sure, and your name is?"
He backed off. "Oh wow, yeah, I'm George. My mother is Susan's younger
sister."
I liked George immediately. "Can I bring anything this evening George?
I'm going to the store now."
He came back closer. "Sure, I mean no. Just come over about 5pm. Susan
said five is a good time. She loves white French but I'm a red drinker so
you can choose Sara."
"Good George, then I'll see you. You know I didn't know your Aunt's first
name, Susan. Thank you for the invite."
When I returned from the store I saw that my lawn had been cut. I usually
did this myself so I assumed George was just being nice but it had been
on my agenda. His help had freed up my early afternoon and it had become
warm around Noon.
I considered what I would wear this evening. Entering my expanding
wardrobe I selected the low heeled sling-back heels and the dark pants
that were tailored by Nordstrom. I decided on the soft pale white
cashmere top but I wouldn't wear a brasserie nor the wig.
During my walk this morning I had decided to call my mother but now I was
vacillating. I entered the bedroom and saw Sam my lover toy. I stepped to
the bath to cleanse and shower. I had the afternoon to play since George
had done the lawn. Now I could enjoy some time and release my yearning.
Once I was dry I found the DVD with my friend Claire and selected some of
my black lingerie and a pair of seamed hose. I definitely enjoyed being
dressed sexy. I slipped on my tall black heels and spent two minutes
practicing to get the seams straight. Returning to the bathe to do my
face I could see Claire fellating her fellow in the mirror as I did my
eyes. I stopped to watch her perform for a minute. She could get a big
cock so deeply into her mouth!
Stepping to the Kitchen I retrieved the new ruby rouge lip color and
primer I'd purchased this morning. I checked my nails. The color was a
translucent pink and looked good with the ruby.
I looked at my face. I was excited by the deep dark tones I'd applied for
my sexual encounter with Sam. I reached for the gold hoops. I was getting
more adept with my earrings but it still required my focus. I went to the
large hall mirror and reviewed my outfit and my new narrow waist. I was
almost at my target weight of 125 pounds.
My heels clicked on the foyer stone as I crossed to look out the small
glazed opening of the door. Would I have some time with Cynthia or Jenn
this afternoon? Standing there in my heels, lingerie and stockings I
watched the quiet street and thought back to my morning. George wasn't
really shy but cute as I tried to get his offer out. I'd plugged my bum
after the shower and it was distracting me. Sam was calling and I went
back to the bedroom.
Sitting down I considered the note I was writing to Jenn. I was planning
to initiate a relationship. My on-line study of dominance had spiked my
curiosity and her beautiful body wouldn't leave my dreams. Her behavior
toward me I now realized was asking for my involvement. That first moment
at the door of Angelica's home had touched something, then her visit last
Sunday. I wanted to pursue her both as a lover and a sexual submissive.
The thoughts of her body were exciting but what was next step? The note
had to be delivered but I didn't want it intercepted.
Turning about I considered who might be my fantasy lover today, Jenn or
maybe it would be George? I had never fantasized about a specific man. I
would imagine him in my bed this afternoon! I looked to the screen as
Claire engulfed her lover's cock in her mouth. My Sam would be with me as
I danced atop my sexy heels.
Watching Claire slide atop her lover I unclasped my brassiere and almost
wished my surgery was this coming week. Then I considered what I
witnesses this morning. George appeared to be larger than my toy. He was
big and I didn't pretend to understand how to get a big cock inside my
tight butt. Though excited by the movie I stepped to my CPU and ordered a
couple of new toys, one over eight inches long but thick as well. I
hadn't even spent five minutes with a man but I wanted to be prepared.
I had Sam standing on the low table top as I got to me knees and licked
his helmet and around the head. Looking to Claire bouncing on her male
toy my desire was rising. I applied some lube to my tight hole as I
sucked and licked the toy. Sam was ready and so was I as I straddled the
corner of the table and he slipped inside slowly. The cup held him to the
table and I moaned loudly as I reached his nuts.
I settled there and just enjoyed the depth of his penetration. Then with
Claire as my guide I mimicked her fucking on the screen. She seemed able
to handle a cock in her rear a lot longer than me for after just a minute
or so I was coming, shooting into my thong. I didn't remove Sam but just
sat with him inside, my muscle clenching his shaft. I just watched Claire
to see how long she allowed her lover to fuck her ass. Three minutes
later Sam slipped out just as Claire slid off and took the cumshot. I lay
quietly in the bed watching the next scene, which featured two lovey
women fucking each other with strap-on dildos. I could see Cynthia doing
that to me in the near future.
I napped until after 4pm so I had to get cleaned up again, and re-do my
face. The afternoon sex was fun but I still wondered how I would handle
George, not his cock, for that wasn't going to happen. I dressed quickly
and checked my lipstick, the new rouge. At the mirror near the door I saw
that my fake areoles were visible through the cashmere. I returned and
put on a soft white underwire brasserie and re-brushed my hair.
I wasn't used to dating guys but this was a casual and neighborly affair.
It was still as close to a date as I could imagine. Having Mrs. Greggs,
Susan, near would be helpful, or so I thought. The image of his crotch
kept re-inserting itself into my imagination. I wasn't horny but more
than a little curious.
I left my front door open and walked across the street just after five.
Mrs. Greggs met me at the door.
"George is a good boy Sara. Thanks for coming for a drink. He's out back
just there." She pointed to a terrace where he sat speaking on his
cellphone.
"You know Susan, he cut my lawn this morning," she interrupted me.
"I told him to help my friend across the street yesterday, while we had
coffee and we spoke of the neighborhood. He's attending a sales seminar
for his work. He comes to stay about once a week Sara. He was a little
confused while in college out west but seems to know what he wants now.
His work and the seminar relate to his engineering background."
I wasn't sure what 'confused' referred to but we stepped to the terrace
and George stood just having ended his call. He took my hand and we all
sat down.
Susan said, "The wine looks good. I'd love a glass of the Montrachet
George. Serve one to Sara as well please." She directed me to sit across
from George.
After some pleasant conversation Susan walked off. I watched her as she
started to attend to some flowers. So it was a set up date, and she
certainly had shared my history.
George spoke of his career change, moving from the design work of the
firm toward the sales side.
"This particular firm wants its clients to have access to experienced
tech people."
I spoke of my computer work and the firm I'd started. "After only a few
months I was making a profit and now the clients just come."
George continued talking of his firm and the positive environment it
provided. The product line wasn't very specific. They designed and
resolved the manufacturing of a wide variety of products for other
companies, from diapers to headbands.
"It's a little unusual in that there are quite a number of women
engineers on staff. The firm had worked to balanced the hires of women
and men graduate engineers."
"In my computer work there are few women as well," I said noticing he was
relaxing as we continued to speak. Maybe the casual discussion of gender
equality would help him understand that he was sitting with a girl with a
penis.
"Evidently there is a trend toward more women and the CEO has a daughter
who is studying at Michigan. Her interest in engineering inspired a shift
in the firm's employment policy."
George talked of his studying in San Francisco and the time after
graduation. "I had several interesting relationships and had my heart
broken by someone. Susan has always been my favorite Aunt and she doesn't
judge me."
He spoke of his mother's negative opinions, and bias. I noticed he was
watching my sling-back when I moved or turned a little. I was glad I had
worn sheer pantyhose since my ankles were all he could see of my long
legs.
George said, "My father hasn't been close since the divorce nearly ten
years ago. He didn't like most of my friends." He seemed a little upset
as he continued.
"I worked in the Bay area for two years after college and lived with
someone."
We had finished the wine. He enjoyed the white as well and I was feeling
quite good. I liked George and he was clearly enjoying my company. We
spoke without him having to acknowledge my gender change. I'd watched him
slowly shifting his chair closer every few minutes so now we were sitting
within a few inches of one another. Again his pants became the center of
my attention. I had to get home soon!
"You know Sara, I, I mean, I want to explain something, about my past
relationship. I lived with a gay friend out west after college. We broke
up when I discovered I was really bisexual. I caused my boyfriend to
leave not by sleeping around but by being less involved in the culture.
Do you know what I mean?"
I simply smiled, he was sharing a lot and I was listening, not judging or
flirting. And I could sense his interest in my complicated sexuality.
There was something I was attracted to, maybe just his acceptance of my
body was enough?
This man was handsome and smart and a few years older than me. He was a
bit taller, maybe six foot. Even when he couldn't have known of my sex
re-orientation I had found him attractive. Now he was close and he
smelled good. This morning I'd seen enough to be aroused by him and now
he was sharing intimate details. The idea of have a man's cock inside me
had developed just recently thanks to Sam. But George was warm and
definitively alive. I needed to calm down to remain near him.
I looked down at the table where his phone sat.
The time was nearly seven. "George, I've had a lovely time but I need go.
We both have much in common. I hope we see each other again."
I got up to leave and saw Susan a few yards off.
"Goodbye Susan. Thank you for your invite. I've enjoyed this evening."
She approached, her hands soiled. "Can't you stay for dinner?"
"It's OK Aunt Susan. Sara, I'll walk out with you."
I said my goodbyes to Susan and we walked to the front of the house.
George seemed to want to remain near and walked almost beside me and then
across the street. I stopped at the curb.
"The wine was very good George, and "
He moved close and he kissed me, a bit abruptly. His hands moved to pull
me closer and his mouth opened. I felt his light beard and smelled his
scent and I kissed him back. My tongue lightly slipped across his. He
moved even closer and I felt the unmistakable stiffness.
"Sara, can we spend some more time together? I like you and find you very
attractive. I have an open mind and the desire to "
I reached up and kissed him again. I was excited by his kisses and wanted
more. I didn't want to talk. He clearly understood my response. His hands
were all over my butt. After a moment we stopped kissing but stayed
holding one another just at the street.
He relaxed his hug and I said, "I'm hungry. We could go for a simple
dinner George."
I wanted to stay away from the front door and any chance I'd take him to
my bed.
He smiled and parted. "I'll go get my keys. We'll use my car OK?"
I waited at the curb and he got out and opened the passenger door. I
liked being treated as a lady by George. He seemed to understand I wanted
a gentleman. His body didn't leave my mind during the ride. I could look
to his pants while he had to stay focused on the road though his hand ran
along my left leg after he shifted into a different gear. I wished I was
wearing a skirt and hose' so that he could have seen my legs. His cock
was still semi-hard when he came to open my door at the restaurant.
After dinner he pulled into his Aunt's driveway and we talked for another
thirty minutes. Our petting was discrete. I touched him through his pants
and he ran his hands up under my top but didn't reach for my breasts. It
was fun to explore a bit and I liked kissing him. Eventually we got out
and I walked across the street. He was leaving early Sunday morning so we
had exchanged telephone numbers and e-mails.
I looked over my shoulder and waved as I reached the porch. Turning to
enter I saw that I'd forgotten the door. It was wide open. Inside I found
I'd left the house without straightening up nor cleaning my toys. If
someone had come to the door they could have wandered about and seen Sam
and the discarded lingerie.
I realized it was still early on the coast and I sat down with the phone
and a glass of wine. I dialed the number but held off at the last digit.
I wasn't interested in a visit from my mother this month. And next month
I would be recovering from the breast surgery.
I hit the final number and she picked up on the third ring. I'd forgotten
that my voice would be an issue. I couldn't find my 'Michael' voice. It
was to late, she had picked up.
"How are you Michael?" she asked simply. The caller ID made my identity
clear.
I started quite directly. "Mom I have some serious news. I've been going
through an interesting period for the past seventeen days." My voice
sounded so beautiful that I grew more confident as the words came out.
"I've made several major decisions that have had a very positive affect
on my outlook and life."
I'd paused and she said, "Who is this, this can't be Michael. Do you have
the number correct Miss?"
I had to say it more clearly. "Mom, it is me, your Michael." But she
didn't understand.
I'd missed this issue; she couldn't understand. Obviously I hadn't spoken
in a male voice in over two weeks.
"Mother, it's difficult to comprehend because I've changed,"
"Who is this?" she wasn't so old nor out of it. I, my voice was the
issue.
"Mom your son has legally become a woman. My new name is Sara and I'm
officially a female."
"Is this a prank call Miss? Is Michael there? Put him on the phone dear
girl."
She hung up the phone; the line went dead. I called back immediately.
"Oh Mom don't hang up! It is me, Michael. I realize how strange this may
be. I know I sound different, because I am. How will you know, ah. I was
a cub scout in Mrs. Dents pack. You recall that? And I was Viola in the
"Twelfth Night" back at State? Your favorite wine in Malbec... "
She mumbled a bit. "So the voice, you've learned to speak like a woman?
You can't be serious Michael. You can't just decide to be a girl. How did
all of this happen in the past three weeks Michael?"
At least she had agreed I was her son Michael. "It's actually easier to
tell you this news than I'd thought Mom, now that you can get past the
change in my voice."
She asked how come I hadn't called earlier. "You usually share most of
your news. This change seems quite rash, even crazy. You could have
called to warn me that I was getting a daughter," she chuckled and I knew
it would be easier from this point forward. I needed her support and
love.
I spoke again about my change and then she continued. "I thought it
strange I hadn't heard from you in so long Mic, I meant Sara. Can you
tell me more about these changes?"
But there was a pause as she considered the consequences and spoke again
cutting me off.
"Well I'm not surprised Mic, I mean Sara. I do, I, well I was about to
misrepresent myself. Sara, I have always wondered if you might suffer
from a gender disorder but I kept this to myself. I'd hope something
might become clear as you reached puberty but Mich, I mean Sara you just
somehow adjusted. Your father will absolute shit himself."
I was now the one shocked. "But how Mom? How might you have anticipated
my finding a major change like this? Was is something medical of just
your keen sense of my thinking a ? I'm so shocked. Here I thought I was
about to ruin your evening and, well your memories of me."
She spoke quickly over me, "You were always a bit effeminate Mic, I mean
Sara. Not in your manners or style. It was more your patience and
understanding of the needs of any women in your life. There was no
machismo in your character. By the way I like Sara. When will you allow
me to come visit, to see my daughter?"
I shared my surgery schedule and she asked how Lynn and Bill had handled
my change. I spoke of the new relationships with Avery and Madison. I
didn't divulge that I was falling for three different women but I did say
I was happy to be meeting new friends. I withheld the fact of a new male
in my life too.
"That's exciting Sara. My boy became a woman and I missed witnessing it.
I'm so happy because I can hear it in your tone Sara. You're happy with
this, therefore so am I."
Her support was making me a little emotional. "There are minor issues to
be dealt with but the paperwork is settled. Even my mortgage has been
revised. Now I wish I could have my surgery sooner."
There was a curiosity in her tone as she asked, "Can you tell me if
you've decided you might like men? Or is Sara still in love with every
woman she meets?"
I wondered aloud if that was a good characterization. "Was I like that
early on Mom?"
She said that before I was eight or nine years old I only enjoyed playing
with the neighborhood girls. Today showed me that something had changed
for this girl seemed to like boys as well.
"You had boys that were friends but the girls could easily pull you into
their world, Sara. I think your name is settling into my mind now honey."
I considered Jenn and as she continued talking I was certain that was
still correct. If she suddenly appeared I would consume Jenn. I was
strongly attracted to girls, to that girl.
We spoke for nearly an hour and she realized that technology could help
her. "Can you send me a picture like you sent to Lynn. I love that part
of your story Sara. I'd wished I could have seen that bitch's face when
the picture flashed on her phone."
She didn't care for Lynn when they met last year.
I'd went to the wardrobe and put on my wig.
A minute later she swooned. "I think the wig looks quite good. You need
to watch how much weight you've drop Sara. It may feel good to be thin
but it isn't a sign of good health. Besides that I love my new daughter!"
She paused, it sounded as if she might have been weeping.
"Are you really fine with all of this Mom? I mean are you really in my
corner on this, or are you just being fair and nice?"
She was crying softly. "I'm fine and I do love the decisions you've made.
I just wish you'd let me visit for a few days. I'll get a hotel room so
your schedule and new life won't be controlled by my being there."
I considered this but asked her, "Can you give me a day or two Mom? And
how do you suggest I break the news to my father?"
She was ready for the question. "I'll speak with him Sara but I want some
better pictures of you. Please send me several in the morning when the
light is better. Something that shows how unequivocally your decision is.
He must realize in a moment that you're a woman. Is that sensible to you
Sara?"
I thought for a second. "That's a really good suggestion and attitude and
I thank you for thinking of me Mom. I'll call you tomorrow OK?"
She told me she was proud of her new daughter and that she would always
love me.
I slept a lot better that night. I had a new friend and a mother to
support my new life as a woman. I would get her a plane ticket tomorrow.
The End of part Thirteen
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