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Savannah Janet L. Stickney [email protected] He stood in front of the headstone, tears in his eyes, remembering as the sunlight filtered through the leaves of the huge oak trees, littering the ground with pinpoints of moving light as it weaved it's way downward, splashing bright colors reflecting off of the headstones. A chirping made his eyes wander to the treetops, and he watched as a huge robin landed on the headstone and looked at him; the bird thrust out his red plumage and cocked his head at the stranger. There was no fear on the part of the robin because it knew the strangers could not fly, but the man saw the way the bird looked at him. They stared at each other for a moment, then the bird flew into one of the huge oaks, returning a few seconds later. As the slight breeze ruffled his hair and the bird looked at him, he knew it was time to put his anger and hurt away and go on with life. He left the flowers on the grave and started to walk away when the robin started to chirp. He looked at the bird and saw the rhythmic nodding of its head, as if the bird was telling him it was all right to have a life beyond the anger he felt. The house felt empty now that Michelle and Beth were gone, only the ghosts of them, still vivid in his memory, remained. The silence of the house was like a hammer against my psyche as I sat and looked at the picture of my wife and daughter on the wall. They were taken away from me by a simple accident, leaving me without the will to go on. I had struggled with their deaths for a month now, and no matter how hard I tried, I simply could not find a reason to do more than drink and visit the graves. It was my sister Audrey that brought me to life, and gave me the reason I needed to go on. I was just 22, while Audrey was five years older than he was. She was an elfin bit of a woman, not more than 105 pounds, even after dinner. My sister and I had been close when we were younger, Audrey almost like a second mother to me. "This is doing you no good at all Jimmy and you know it. Go back to work and throw yourself into it until you get over it. Sell the house and get a condo somewhere! All drinking does is make you sick and it doesn't bring them back." She was right of course, and I knew it. I hugged her, trying to absorb some of her strength, trying to forget the terrible nightmare I was living through. At her insistence, I went to stay with her for a few days. Audrey had two kids, both of them just children, without the cares of older kids. Tom was 5 while Sara was 4. I settled into the spare bedroom, and went out to the pool to try and relax. Sara came over and climbed into my lap, just like she had done when she was a smaller child, wrapped her arms around my neck and just lay there against me. My arm, unbidden, went to her hair and I stroked her, just I always did. "I miss them too Uncle Jim; but now you have me!" I held her tightly to my chest, soaking up the tenderness she offered me. Audrey saw it, and decided that Sara was just the answer to my pain, and left us alone. I took the kids to the park the next day, and because a carnival was in town, Audrey asked me to take the kids for the day. The bright streamers and raucous music wafted to us on the slight breeze as we walked across the street from the parking lot. The scent of hot popcorn, caramel apples and beer joined together, signaling to everyone that a good time was available. Balloons floated in the air while clowns walked along making small animals for the kids as they squealed with delight. I let them have some popcorn and a soda, and we walked along the midway towards the rides. The crowd was smiling, almost as one, and I began to smile whenever Tom or Sara laughed. It was a relief to not think of my missing family for a while and I soaked up the children's laughter as soon as I heard it. Sara and Tom were on a ride, twirling around to the sounds of an organ when I spied the man. He was sitting at a table, drinking a beer, his wife close by, sucking on a cigarette while talking. The bobbing of the cigarette somehow infuriated me. Both of them acted as if nothing had happened. Like he had not stolen my future away from me. He heard the ride come to a halt and the giggle of Sara as she ran up and held my hand. Tom, more subdued, yet just as excited, wanted to try some other rides, and I reluctantly let them lead me away from the man and his wife. I never saw them again that day, but I knew that the man had no remorse for what he had done to me, none at all. The warm, moist air drifted across me as I lay sleeping, drawing me out of my deep sleep. The early morning mist shrouded the yard and I could smell the sweet scent of lilacs and the nearby coastal waters, and as I lay there, sweat forming on my lips, I knew that I could never rest until the man had paid for what he had done to my family. Like all of us, I have an evil streak inside that was tempered only by my moral code and the law. Now, I planned to step aside and let the evil take charge. I arose and stepped into the cool shower, letting the water wash away any remnant of concern as I started to plan my attack on the man and his wife. At only 5'7" and 140 pounds I was in no shape to take the man on physically, but emotionally, I could make the man a wreck, and that is exactly what I decided to do. With renewed vigor, I pulled on some shorts and a shirt, put my sneakers on, and went to my car. The drive took less than thirty minutes and I parked down the street from the man's house, under a moss laden tree, and waited. I had no clear plan as yet, but hoped to have one soon, and gathering information seemed to be the best way to formulate one. Just after sunrise I saw the woman leave the house, then twenty minutes later, the man left in his brand new car. It was just like the one he was driving when he killed my family. Following behind, I watched as the man pulled into a small bar. An hour later he pulled out and drove to his job. He worked in a small office next to a machine shop located in an area that was beginning to show signs of wear. It was a commercial area populated with a lot of small shops, body shops, machine shops, and so on. At the end of the street was the bar he had stopped at. Nino's the sign said in bright red neon. I drove back to Audrey's house, packed up, and thanked her for letting me stay there. "You have that look in your eye Jimmy, just what are you planning?" I said nothing, yet my slow but growing smile told her that whatever it was, it was probably illegal, and more, it was aimed at relieving my pain. "Listen Jimmy, I know that look, and whatever you're doing, talk to me first...please!" I simply nodded my head yes, gave her a hug, and left for home. The house was still silent, but now, I did not hear the muted voices of laughter and love. Instead, I heard the loud voices of hate and revenge, and let the dark forces guide me. I sat in my chair, the one my wife had bought just for me, and in the dark silence, I let my mind wander, remembering a time long ago. The door opened quickly and there was no place to hide. I stood there, rooted to the spot, completely dressed in her clothes. Audrey shut the door and looked at me, her brother. I looked like a clown in those clothes; they were way to big for me and draped from my body, hiding my shape, but not my shame. Like a bad paint job, my makeup was juvenile at best, and adding to this, my short hair did nothing to hide the fact that I was obviously a boy. Neither of us said a word as I started to cower towards a corner, but Audrey wasn't about to let that happen and dragged me to the center of the room. "I still have my clothes from when I was your age Jimmy, let me get them for you." What happened next totally shocked me. Under her guidance, I took off all of the clothes, washed my face, and with only a towel for protection, let her dress me again. This time, the girl in my dreams came to life, a real live girl. In a swirl of perfume scented clothes and the deft fingers of my sister, I was transformed into the 12 year old girl I wanted to become. She had started with pink panties that had some white lace trim, then a training bra stuffed with old socks. Over that came a ruffled white slip, then the dress, which was all blue with a white bib collar. On my feet I wore white socks and white Maryjanes. On my head she had used an old hairpiece to make me look like a young girl, and on my mouth I had the taste of the pink lipstick. I stood in front of the mirror, smiling at the reflection, twirling around, making the dress fill out and then, settle against my legs. Audrey had taken my hand and led me out of her bedroom and out on the patio. It was my first time out of the house dressed as a girl, and even though they never left the yard, I was sweating hard, my innate fear of discovery still very much with me. Over the next few years, as I got older, Audrey and I would play dress up, and by the time she got married, I was quite able to dress as a young, teenage girl, and not be detected by anyone. When I met Michelle in high school, I had stopped dressing up, and not once since then had I even thought about it. Now, with my anger driving me, and my dark desire for revenge so strong, my dream girl, Jill, once again popped into my mind, coming alive and wrapping her arms around me in a tight embrace. It had been a long time since I had dressed as a girl, and I no longer had any clothes of my own. All I had were those of my wife. I knew that she was a bit smaller than I was, but we were nearly the same height, so I went to the catalog to see just how much different we were. It looked hopeless as I thumbed through the catalog, but after taking some careful measurements, I found that I could wear her clothes if I could lose about twenty pounds, and then wore the right undergarments. I had taken the first step, now all I had to do was take the second. I needed a plan before I went any further, a plan that would be as flawless as possible, so I did not end up in jail. So, each morning I followed the man to work, seeing the man stop after work at Nino's bar before he went home. At night, in the privacy of my home, I began to try on my wife's clothes, noting those that I could wear with minimal alterations to myself or the clothes, and those that would require more changes. It took me almost two weeks to prepare, two long weeks in which I wondered many times, if I was doing the right thing, but always driven by a constant hatred for the man that had stolen my family away. Using the catalog as a road map, I managed to take my own measurements, writing them down carefully, comparing them to the list I had of her clothes. Michelle wore a size ten, a 36 'B' bra, with a 24 inch waist, something I did not have. At best, my waist was 27, but I was pretty sure that I could manage 24 with a corset of some kind. I was sitting, surrounded by all of my notes, the catalogs strewn around the room like just so much paper when I heard the doorbell ring. Looking out, I saw Audrey standing there, a very determined look on her face. I wrapped a robe around myself to hide the panties I had on, and let her in. In less than a second she had scanned the room, seen all of the catalogs, and knew that I was once again going to become Jill. The only question in her mind was not 'why', but when. I watched her as she looked at the open pages of the catalogs, then scooping them up, looking at my notes. In them she found the reason I was doing this. "You're going after the guy that killed Michelle and Beth aren't you?" It was less a question than it was a statement, but, it was true, and I nodded my head yes. "As a woman?" Again, another nod of the head yes. "Why don't you tell me all about this little adventure of yours Jim." I sat back and looked at my sister, my only surviving relative, and felt the love I had for her swelling in my chest. I outlined the plan for her as she listened to it carefully, without saying a word. When I was done, she pointed out several of the flaws in my plan, then suggested that if I wanted to do this, then maybe I should do it right. "Living as a woman is not going to be as easy as you think Jimmy, but if you insist that this is the way to get even, then I think that before you even consider going after this guy, that you live as a woman for a while. That way you can become used to the clothes and ways of women a little bit better!" I was shaken by her seemingly easy acceptance. "You agree with me? Usually you and I are on the opposite sides of things!" Without even a pause, she spoke up in that quiet, yet firm voice of hers. "No, I do not agree with you Jimmy, but I know that no matter what I think, or say, you'll probably do this anyway, so I would rather be on the inside helping you out rather than on the outside trying to get you out of jail. If you let me, I think together we can recreate Jill, as a mature, beautiful young woman." I looked at her for some sign that she didn't mean it, but I knew that she did, her eyes said it. "Okay Audrey, we'll do it your way." "I'll be by in the morning and we'll take those measurements again; then we'll go see a friend of mine from school." We sat and looked at each other for a moment, then Audrey spoke up. "This man is what, 25?" I nodded his head yes, and said, "That's why I think becoming a woman will be the answer Audrey. He's close enough to my age to make it work." "His wife?" "Marianne. She is a spoiled little girl and always has been, and like him, she drinks, so I plan to hit him when he's out of it." "You'll have to be perfect Jimmy, one slip up and he'll only tear your head off if your lucky." I nodded my head in understanding, and she hugged me tightly just before she left. The specter of what I was about to do, and all of the things that could go wrong invaded my dreams that night, and as I tossed and turned in the night, the forces of darkness once again invaded my sanity, and they calmed my fears, chasing my common sense away with merely a puff of a cold angry thought. I awoke as the early rays of the morning sun slid through the cracks in the blinds, making a zebra like pattern on the floor. Standing in the shower I wondered who my sister's friend was, and just how she could help me, but I was determined, and after I dressed and made coffee, I went over my notes once again. Audrey showed up at 9, and we drove to see her friend. It was a small, one story building, red brick clad in ivy crawling up the side of the building, located behind a swirl of iron fencing and half hidden by the phalanx of palmetto trees in front. Audrey led the way in, and as soon as I stepped into the building my nose was assaulted with the sharp sting of medical smells. Ether and iodine, floor wax and soft music combining to raise my sense of unease. "Is your friend a doctor Audrey?" "Yes, but she's one of the best. I talked to her on the phone and she has agreed to listen to you so you can explain why you need to become a woman." I merely nodded my head yes, and followed her into the office of Dr. Laura Betz. Dr. Betz was a short dumpy blonde, and her brisk manner told me that she was all business. In her office, and at Audrey's insistence, I told her about the accident and what had happened. "I have followed this guy around for a long time, and the only way to get to him, to make him understand my pain, other than simply shooting him, is if I become a woman and take away his freedom that way. Audrey said that you could help me, and that's why I'm here." The doctor sat back in her chair and looked at me, saw the grim look etched on my face and somehow knew that I meant every word I had said. Then she launched into a series of questions that lasted for almost two hours, and went back to my childhood, including the times I had dressed as a girl when I was younger. She focused, I noticed, on that portion of my life, making her questions sharper and dug deeper trying to make sure that I could cope with the changes I needed done. I sank into the chair, tired from all of the questions, afraid that the doctor would say no, but also, scared that she might agree to help me. "Okay Jim, I'll help you, but some of the changes are permanent, and cannot be reversed, and even then it will be hard for you to become a man again. Are you prepared for that?" "Like what?" I asked. She carefully outlined the changes that would have to take place for me to be successful in my presentation as a female, in every way possible. She told me, in excruciating detail, what would happen. In the end, scared at what I had heard, but driven for justice, I agreed, and she asked me to stay. "I'll take him home later Audrey, right now he and I have a lot of work to do." She gave me the most complete, and embarrassing, physical I had ever had, then, leaving me naked on the table while she drew blood. "This is a complete clinic, with a small operating room and three private rooms. Now I know you're nervous, but I studied in some of the best schools around the country. Columbia, U of M, and in Colorado. Since this takes a while, we might as well start now. Can you be gone for a week?" "Yes, as a matter of fact I can!" "Good! Now just lay back and relax. You better call Audrey and tell her or she'll worry." "I will, don't worry." Then she gave me a shot that made me numb from the neck down. I saw her reach for a scalpel, then her hand as it lowered to my groin, and I began to have second thoughts. But it was too late for that, as the doctor had sliced into me and made an opening ten centimeters long just above my penis. While she was operating, she told me, "I studied under the best doctors in the business Jim, and I have done this many times, so I can guarantee that nobody who isn't a doctor will be able tell. In fact, I'll show you some pictures of some of my clients that have made the transition from male to female some time." I knew she was good or my sister would not have brought me here to see her. "Funny thing is, I can make an average guy look beautiful by any standard, and here I am, short and plump, if you're polite, a natural born female, and everyone of my clients look better than I do when I'm done!" Even semi awake I could hear the bitterness creeping into her voice, and hoped she would not let it affect her ability while she worked on me! "Maybe a little aerobics would help," I ventured. "I tried that, but everyone is so slim, and they all seem to think they are so much better than I am. Besides, I don't have a partner." "I'll be your partner Laura. I'll have to go to the classes at least twice a week to get my weight down and maintain it anyway, so why not join me?" "Maybe I will!" Eight hours later I was taken to the recovery room and allowed to sleep it off. When I woke, I was sore everywhere, with bandages from my neck to my waist. Laura came in and checked on me regularly, then, on the third day I was there, she at last helped me to my feet. I was wobbly and sore, felt half drunk, and just wanted to lay back down, but she insisted, and wearing one of those thin robes that open up the back, I made my way the bathroom. I was too tired and sore to stand, so I sat and let nature take over, but now, as I heard the stream hit the bowl I knew that Laura had made the changes. Once she had me back in my bed, she went over every aspect of feminine hygiene with me, then called Audrey, talked for a moment, then left me alone. The pain started two hours after she had left, but after I took some of the pills she had given me, I was feeling fine in a numb sort of way. It was the first time she had seen me since Laura had operated on me, and I could tell that she was stunned at the changes. My face was swollen and red, even black and blue in a few small spots, I was bent at the waist a bit from the pain of having breast implants and yet, I know that she saw my eyes glinting in excitement. I got up from the chair, stood up as straight as I could and faced my sister, letting her absorb the new look I now had. "It looks like Laura did what she said she could do Jimmy, or should I say, Jill?" "Better make it Jill now Audrey, I don't think Jimmy fits any more!" She laughed and sat at the table with me. She wanted the details, and I told her what Laura had done for me. "I have to take the hormones, one pill every day, but she said it will reduce my body hair and let me grow my own breasts and have wider hips naturally. Right now I have implants, but she told me that within maybe six months or so she'll take them out. I have a 36-24-36 figure right now, and that's exactly what I hoped to have when she was done. But the worst was that laser. Smelled terrible! Like burning hair, but I don't have to shave any more!" She heard both the elation and the fear in my voice even as I spoke about the changes. Audrey knew that taking hormones would change me forever, making me into more of a woman than even she admitted. But she knew that I was committed, so all she could do was to be there to help me climb the mountain of obstacles I faced. My quest for revenge had taken a turn from which there was no turning back. Jim, her brother, was gone. In his place was Jill. Still family, but new, like a bride they all had to accept, simply because she was now family. There was nothing she could do until I had healed up, so Audrey went home, leaving me to cope with my pain, and get used to my new body. The morning brought an urge to use the bathroom, and I managed to make my way there, and standing in front of the stool I reached for it, and it was gone! I remembered what had happened of course, it was just a lifetime reflex. I sat down, and once I was done, I stood in the shower until the hot water ran out. I had made a check of my new body, unable to see it of course, but my fingers told me that I now had a very realistic vagina and that it probably looked like the real thing. My boobs however did look very real! They hung with a slight sag, but they were full, round, and soft, just like a woman's would be. I hefted one in each hand until the ache of the stitches started to hurt. In my room I carefully slipped on some panties and the soft sports bra that Laura had given me, drew on my robe, then ambled out of the room and into Laura's office. Having boobs sticking out in front was different, not at all like I remembered from my youth, but then, they had been only socks, and I could take them out, these, I would have for a long time. When I walked it must have been like watching a very old person, the dull ache surrounded my pain center like a fog, and unless I took one of the pills I found no relief from the constant throb of pain. But I did not like to take pills unless I absolutely had to, so I braved it out, for another twenty minutes. "I'm going to let you go home Jill, but first I have a suggestion. I have a friend that I work with once in a while, and I would like you to meet him. Today is Monday. Why don't I set it up for Friday morning; that will give you some more time to heal up." "Okay Laura, thanks." Audrey arrived, and took me home, made sure I was okay, and left. I looked like a walking pile of pain and bandages, but Audrey knew that in a few days I would be healed up and I would feel a lot better about myself. Somehow, dealing with my new body shape seemed easy, but I knew that it was going to be hard, very hard, to relearn how to do many things, like react to people as a woman rather than a man. Things like being coy, or shy, reacting to a man that was flirting with me, seemed harder to think about than just wearing the clothes or learning new mannerisms. Still, I knew that I had to do it, if only to find some kind of peace with myself. In my room I looked at my reflection again, the brand new breasts, so firm, yet so tender and soft, pliable and sexy all at once. My hand found the nipple on my right breast, and as I touched it, I wondered if I could let someone else do the very same thing. My hand, curious like I was, slid down, and found the newness of my shape, my finger tracing the thin shape of the small slit that defined my new sex. I let my finger slide in up to the first knuckle where it stopped, knowing that nothing could go any further; I was not a female, just a man with a mission. The next morning, as I sat at the kitchen table, I heard Audrey come in. I rarely watched television any more, preferring to listen to the classics, and as the strains of Beethoven's Fifth symphony filled the house, my inner voice told me that I was doing the right thing, and I only had to accept the changes that had taken place. With a sigh, I reached for the panties and pulled them on, then the sports bra, some shorts, a T-shirt, and my tennis shoes. In the kitchen I joined Audrey, poured some coffee and started breakfast. "So, tell me what has Laura done Jill. How did she make the changes?" Smiling, I told her. "She used Liposuction to take the fat from my waist and made my hips and butt rounder, my thighs just a bit larger, then saline implants for breasts. She said they are about a 'A+', but by taking the hormones I'll probably be as big as you are now. She managed to create a very realistic vagina without removing my manhood, and it's so good that I don't think anyone but a doctor could tell! Then she used a laser to remove my beard down to my collarbone. She wants me to see a friend of hers on Friday. She didn't say why, but if she wants me to I will." "Well, you might as well go for it now Jill, or give it up." "I can't give it up Audrey." When Audrey left she became scared for me all over again. The firm determination in my voice gave no sign of abating, and Audrey wondered if I could find peace in revenge. Like they said in one of the Star Trek movies, "Revenge is a dish best served cold", but I still carried the heat of my anger like a badge of honor. I could only hope that the bright light of my anger would not blind me. I spent the next few days lounging around the house, until at last I went to see Dr. Betz and have my stitches taken out. Laura examined me very carefully before she removed the stitches, and when she was done she told me I was free to do as I wished, but that I might want to have one other surgery done. "That friend I mentioned is here Jill. He is a specialist, a plastic surgeon. I think that you should have slightly different, more feminine look, and he is just the person to help you. He's in my office if you would like to see him Jill." With nothing to lose by listening, I agreed and once we had entered her office, I met Dr. Gregory Hassan. He was tall with piercing chocolate brown eyes under a mop of unruly, curly black hair. His chin looked like it was sculptured from marble and his crooked smile was warm. He wore a tailored gray suit and black shoes, his gold watch hinting from his sleeve as he extended his hand to me. "Ms. Grant, how nice to meet you." His voice was deep, but had a soft, melodic quality. "May I?" I nodded her head yes, and he took my chin in his hand and felt my nose and cheekbones, then, my throat. "This man you are after, he has seen you?" "Of course. Twice in court and once when I accepted the settlement." "Then he knows you by sight of course. In your heart, do you think that becoming a woman will let you do what needs to be done?" His question confused me, then, as I watched, he put some pictures on the desk. "Can you match them up?" There were equal numbers of men and women. His test was easy, and I managed to correctly match the men and women as the same person. "If you can do it, can your man do it as well?" "I suppose he can! I never thought of that!" "I can help you if you like; and, I will do it for free." "Why free doctor?" he told her. "This man's wife is the daughter of a very well to do man who owns a lot of real estate, most of it on the East Side. My parents had a small store there until this man raised the rents so high they had quit. That store is now a video arcade while my brother and I support our parents. This man has no remorse, no compassion for people, only money. When my friend Laura came to me and told me about you I had to offer my services, and those of my brother. He is a lawyer by the way. But there is one small suggestion if I may. You have targeted a certain person, but I might suggest that you look further, wifes family! To the son, and grandson. If he were the target you would satisfy many objectives at one time." "His son!? You want me to go after the son?" "Of course!" "But that is kidnapping, a Federal offense I might add, and they always get the kidnapper!" "True, but a kidnapping infers a ransom, and of course there won't be one, and that gives all of us time to do what we must and let the child go before they find us." "I'm very uncomfortable with this doctor, and I'm not sure I could do that to a child. The mother maybe, but not the child." "Of course! The mother, and the daughter of the man who ruined my parents!" "But" I said, "using her, not hurting her. We use her to get to her husband, let her give the okay, and in effect ruin her life and her entire family at the same time!" We all agreed, and then he went on to describe the changes he could make to my face. "When I am done you will be beautiful beyond compare Ms. Grant!" I was concerned over his apparent lack of concern for the child, but because Laura had recommended him so highly I made the appointment for the next day, and left the office. The doctor was right of course, about how he could make me look, and after he made some minor changes to my face, I was indeed beautiful. A month after I had first let Laura operate on me, I was now an entirely different person, in looks, and in my mind. As the days went by, I became used to the needs of my body and learned how to take care of myself. I found out why women take so long in the bathroom as well. It was unlike being a male where I could quickly relive myself. Now, I had to almost undress to find relief, and then redo my look so as to not look so disheveled. As I became accustomed to my new body, I also became more aware of the clothes, and how to wear them. Now, it was automatic to put on a bra and clean panties, brush out my hair, and do some makeup in the morning, even before I slipped on some clothes. My sister Audrey had visited every day and seen the changes take place, and even as I became more and more feminine, she grew more and more apprehensive about what I wanted to do no matter how good my intentions. "You and I know what you mean to do this Jill, but hate is a bitter substitute for the love you had for your family. I'm afraid for you, very afraid." "I have to do this Audrey, this same guy just had another accident yesterday. He hit a bus of all things! Fortunately it was empty, but it only shows that I have to do this. He needs to learn a lesson, and I want to be the one to give it to him." Audrey could see for herself that the swelling had gone down, and I looked strikingly like a popular actress of the fifties in both my body and face. But I was driven by the consuming hatred I had for a single man, and no matter what, I was going ahead with my plan. With a sigh, Audrey told me that since I was her sister, family, she could not let me do this alone, so she offered to help me with the clothes, makeup and hair. "You've been at this for a month now and even though you look like a woman, you need someone to help you go the rest of the way Jill, and it has to be me! I insist" "Okay sis, I'm yours." So far all I had worn were basic clothes like a bra and panties, shorts or a simple dress. Audrey told me that I should at least buy some panties of my own for sanitary reasons. "You can afford it Jill, so let me help you get dressed and we can go shopping for a few things." I nodded my head yes and we went to my bedroom. "You'll have to wear what you have for now, but let's start on makeup." Michelle's makeup was still there, but most of it was old, and wrong for my coloring, so I ended up wearing just lipstick and a bit of eye shadow. Audrey wanted me to get used to more than just wearing a skirt, so after I managed to get the pantyhose on after struggling with them for a bit, I slipped on the short black skirt. I zipped it up and took the blouse that Audrey had in her hand. "Sit here" she said as I finished buttoning up the blouse. With a curling iron and some hairspray she created a modestly feminine hairdo for me. "It's not perfect, but it'll do for now. Get your shoes and a purse." Once I was ready, Audrey drove us to the mall, and on the way over, Audrey told me take shorter steps. "Walk beside me and take a step when I do. That way you'll see how long your step has to be; and hold your elbows closer to your body with your arms bent outward, or to the front." I nodded my head in understanding, and nervously made my first real appearance in public. What I noticed right away was the way some of the men looked at me. "You'll get used to it Jill, we all do. Men are so visual that they always look at women that way." I knew that I looked like a woman, but my inbred fear of discovery kept rising into my throat. Audrey knew it, but also knew that I would have to conquer that fear on my own and said nothing. "Let's go in here Jill." And I was steered into the salon. Once inside, I smelled the scent of many different solutions, most of them known only to the operators, and crinkled my nose. Debbie was free, and once I was settled into the chair, Audrey left. "This your first time?" I wondered if she knew about me, but of course, that was impossible. Debbie meant my first time in that salon. "Yes, and I don't have a clue what I want done." "Let me make a few suggestions." Debbie offered, and I agreed with every one of them and Debbie went to work on me. I sat through it, not sure how I would look, trusting that Debbie knew what she was doing. My hair was washed, clipped, snipped, rolled, and some foul smelling solutions were used. Once that was done and I was under a dryer, another girl came over and started on my nails. While my fingers were not as slim as most women's, and my nails more square, like a man's, the girl doing my nails said nothing as she filed and trimmed them before she added acrylic extensions. Once she was happy with the length, she painted them a soft reddish pink and added two coats of hardener and a top coat. With my nails still wet, Debbie began to take the rollers out and brush out my hair, making a very nice career style pageboy. my hair hung in curls down the back, curling around my ears in gentle waves of soft brown tinted with auburn highlights. My bangs were down to my eyebrows and swept to one side. As I looked in the mirror I saw not the mouse brown hair I started with, but the glint of red in my hair. My green eyes smiled at the reflection, because for the first time I thought I had an even chance. When Audrey returned she expected to see some changes, but Debbie said I was stunning! By the smile on Audreys face, I knew it too, and felt it as well. Now, the small changes to my face that Dr. Hassan had made became clearer. The small cleft in my chin was gone, and my nose was cute, a small button that sat between my now higher cheekbones. I looked like a young Maureen O'Hare, including the red tint in my hair! Audrey's brother, once just an average looking guy, had become a beautiful woman by any standard! Now all I had to do was learn how to be a woman. From there we went shopping, buying panties, three new bras, some pantyhose, and because Michelle was a flannel kind of girl and I wasn't, some racy nightgowns. Then I had my makeup done by a professional, buying some of everything the woman had used. Audrey dropped me off at home and returned to her family, leaving me to try on clothes that would now, not only fit me, but also accent my beauty. Michelle had been a beautiful woman, but her taste in clothes had not been towards the sexy side, which had never bothered me, but now, as Jill, I needed something to make a definite impression on someone. As I looked in the closet, I found only two that might work, and I tried them both on. One was an angora sweater that came to just under my boobs when I had it on. With a short skirt, it would work fine. The other was a red party dress. It was a sheath style dress with spaghetti straps, a short hemline, and a slit up the side. I tried them both on and came to the conclusion that I now understood why Michelle wore the red dress so rarely! It hung from my shoulders, the thin straps holding up the front which settled half way down on my breasts, showing a lot of cleavage, enough to make me feel cheap all of a sudden. The hem hit me at mid thigh while the slit went almost to my butt. It was a sexy dress and fit me perfectly, but somehow, for an afternoon encounter it was wrong, so I put on the angora top and a short black mini skirt instead. My shoes, black patent leather with spike heels hiked my ass up in the air and made my legs shapely while pushing out my bottom at the same time. I changed my lipstick to a deep red, added some perfume, and left for the drive to Nino's Bar and Grill. I parked the car and walked towards the door, afraid, and compelled all at once. Opening the door I walked into the darkened bar, the dim light shedding an eerie glow on the few patrons, all men, who were already there. As I walked to the bar and hoisted myself up and onto a stool, I could actually feel every eye in the place on me. A palpable sense of lechery invaded, making me uneasy. Once my drink was in front of me, I turned to look around. Shiny eyes looked back at me out of the gloom with smiles from the men that certainly invited me to join them. No words were spoken, but I knew, all women know. Shuddering at the thought of it, I turned back and sipped my drink. Twenty minutes later my target came in. I watched him in the mirror as he walked behind me and to a stool down the bar a bit. He flashed his best smile at me, and I smiled back while at the same time, letting my skirt rise up a little. He was watching me as I ignored him with my eyes, all the while tempting him with my body. "Hi there! "My name is Jeff Benson, what's yours?" I looked at him before I spoke. He was handsome, and I could see in his eyes the hope of conquest. "Hi yourself. My name is Jill." "We don't see many women like you in here Jill, what brings you here today?" "What kind of woman do you think I am Jeff?" My question threw him off a bit, but he recovered nicely when he told me that he meant beautiful. "I was in the area and got thirsty, that's all." He made an effort to get me to sit in a booth with him, but I told him I had to leave. "Maybe I'll see you again Jeff, but right now I have an appointment. Bye!" I left, making sure that with every step I took my hips were swaying, all the way to the door. Once I was in the bright daylight, I quickly got into my car and went home, feeling like I needed a shower. Collecting the mail, I saw a letter from Benjamin L. Hassan, attorney at law. Tearing open the letter, I quickly read it. It was an invitation for me to meet with him at my earliest convenience, so that he might help me in any way possible. Smiling, I called his office and made an appointment for the next morning at ten. Then I changed into some jeans, started up the CD player, and as Midnight Serenade started to play, I went to he kitchen to make some dinner. In the morning I got ready for my appointment, selecting a suit from Michelle's, or rather, my, wardrobe. I took a shower, patting myself with powder when I was done, then sat at the vanity and did my makeup. This time, I managed to do it right, my skills driven by desire not practice. My foundation was light, since I no longer had a beard to cover, my eye shadow muted in colors of green and gray. The eyeliner was a deep black both above and under each eye. My mascara just enough to give them body but not look cheap. On my cheeks I used a soft coral blusher, blending it with a small sponge. Then I went to my dresser and retrieved panties which I slipped on, then my peach bra, which was thin, and let my nipples poke against the material. I liked the look, so I fastened the front hook and 'fluffed' my boobs so that they were held tightly, yet looked as if they filled the cups. Pantyhose, then the blouse, an off white silk, it had a lace insert in front that showed just a hint of my cleavage. I buttoned the high rise collar, and stepped into the pink skirt. It was cut straight and fell just above my knees. The jacket, when it was buttoned accented my now narrow waist, the gold and white pin on the jacket drawing ones eye to my breasts. Smiling, I slipped my feet into the white heels, and put the gold and white earrings on, then a gold watch on my left wrist and a gold bracelet on my right. Obsession perfume, a gift from before the accident sat on the vanity, and I took it in my hand and put some on my neck, elbows and wrists. Pink lipstick, complementing my look was added, and I changed my things to a white purse. I was escorted into his office, and immediately I knew that he was a very successful man. The rich wood paneling and deep maroon leather chairs gave way to the many bright flowers scattered around the office. Benjamin Hassan was older than his brother by at least ten years. Like his brother, he was also tall, a robust looking man with a short fringe of gray hair and deep black eyes that seemed to smile for him. He shared the same olive colored skin and enchanting smile of his brother. "Ms. Grant! How nice to meet you at last. Allow me to introduce my parents." He motioned across the room, and I saw them. The man stood up, slightly bent with age, but proud, still looking strong. He had a full head of hair that was all white, a mustache that was going white, and the same smile that his sons shared. He gave a small bow with his head, and rested his hand on his wife's shoulder. She wore the traditional dress of the Middle East, and her eyes, like her sons, seemed to dance in the light. I saw the careworn wrinkles around their eyes, the gnarled hands of his father and the gentle smile of his mother. "I know it seems like a cheap way to approach this, but Gregory said that maybe you should meet our parents." He walked over to his parents and stood beside them. "This is my father, Ibriham Hassan, and my mother, Petra." The old man slowly walked up to me, looking me over closely. "In my country of birth" he said, his voice croaking, This thing you have done could not happen, but I see no sign that you are a man, and I begin to wonder if Ben has pulled a trick on us." Having gone to school with students from countries like this man's, I understood. "Thank you; but I am a male, at least inside. For now, your son Gregory has helped me become a woman so that I might right a terrible wrong." He nodded his head, and took my hand in his. My hand seemed to disappear in his, and as he held it, his wife took the other. "Do not let anger control you child. Do what has to be done and then quit. Be yourself and go on with life." Her soft words and gentle touch said a lot about her and her family, and I understood why her sons were so compassionate. "We have no daughter, so we adopt you as our own. If you ever need help, come to me and I will be there with whatever we have." The man's voice cracked and she saw a small tear forming in his eye. I reached out and hugged them each, wiping away the small tear and kissing them both on the cheek. Ben let them out, then turned his attention to me. "My mother has already adopted you, and my father, well, he accepts you more than he will admit." "I think they are wonderful people!" He nodded his head in thanks, and got right down to business. "I have run checks on this family, and have a very detailed packet of information on them. The man that killed your family, Jeff Benson, was raised by his grandmother in a nice area, but they had little money. He has a high school education and not much else. The feeling is that he married his wife in more of an effort to improve his financial status rather than his love life. He is focused on one thing and cares little for, or about others. His wife, Marianne, was raised in an affluent neighborhood and never went without anything in her entire life. She was thrown out of three colleges for poor grades due to her constant partying. Her father is a prominent businessman who's only joy in life is money. He has a single goal, and the methods he uses, while questionable, are legal. He thinks in the manner of the old south; women are to be ornaments or vessels for birth and nothing more. He follows the law on equal treatment of course, but the highest ranking female in his entire organization is only a supervisor in the accounting department, and she has an MBA from a big ten university." The way I see it, you are going about this the wrong way. Sure, you took him to the cleaners after the accident and will never have to work again if you don't want to, but the way to break the entire clan is to break the cycle. If his daughter had been a son the right of succession would be complete, but he now has to rely on his son in law for that, and I don't think he trusts the kid. He's got him working for the woman supervisor, and that would not happen if he trusted the kid all of the way, so, while targeting the son in law is right, but just embarrassing him probably won't work. The old man has enough money to quash most things, and won't risk exposure by some broad with nasty pictures. He'll fall on you like a ton of bricks and you'll be crushed and forgotten." The air was filling with tension as I listened to him, wondering where he was going with this. "You are an alluring woman Jill Grant, I wonder how his son in law would look?" Then it all came clear, and in a flash I understood. "Make Jeff into a woman!?" He nodded his head yes, then added, "But not with all of the advantages you have had. I'm thinking big boobs, really big; a butt that is sexy and hair piled up high and done in platinum blonde. A hooker if you like, definitely not male, but not with the surgery you have had. Leave him with all of his equipment intact, and let me have him. I'm sure that my father and some of his friends can finish the job and make him into a woman." I immediately got a mental image, and began to giggle. Then, he handed me some documents to sign. "These will legally change your name to Jillian Michelle Grant. I talked to your sister and she is the one that suggested the name." I read the papers, and was thankful for Audrey's insight. Using Michelle's name would keep her close to me, and I quickly signed them all. "In a few days you will get a paper from the court that you can use to get a new drivers license and so on. Do that before you do anything else, and if you have any trouble refer them to me. Okay?" "Okay!" That afternoon I joined an aerobics class and then called Laura. "I have enrolled you in an aerobics class with me, and our first class is at six tomorrow morning. I'll look forward to seeing you again Laura." I gave her no chance to say no, or even find a reason to say no, I simply hung up the phone. Then I went shopping for an exercise outfit. Early the next morning, clad in shorts over my outfit, I drove to class, and joined Laura, who was already there. Laura wore sweats, gray and shapeless, while I wore a dark gray leotard under an emerald green body suit. We both wore white shoes. The instructor was, as expected, slim and trim, with a name like Amber, or Heather or Ashley. I didn't care, and Laura was too consumed with the way she looked to bother to listen. We spent a good portion of the morning there, learning the exercises, stretching and so on. Laura and I worked together, offering encouragement to each other when we were tired, and felt worn out. It took us a month of constant exercise, but I made my goal weight, while Laura had lost almost thirty pounds! I now weighed 118 pounds, which as a man, I would have looked positively skinny, but as a woman, I looked positively wonderful. Laura now weighed in at 130, and her entire outlook on life changed. As soon as the class was over, she went out and bought an outfit just like mine, only in red. I had taken the third step towards letting the darkness lead me and have my revenge. As the days wore on, I began to become comfortable with the many new mannerisms I had to learn and now, they came naturally to me. In trying on Michelle's clothes, I found clothes that I liked, and some I did not. Those I did not like, or were to small, I donated to a charity, and replaced them with clothes I had bought. The image that I wanted to convey, and was most comfortable with was intellectual, yet sexy. I liked to dress conservatively, except that underneath, I wore lingerie that was always lacy and very feminine. Yet somehow, I always managed to let glimpses of that very same lingerie show through once in a while. My persona was that of a busy woman, industrious, smart and self assured, yet still yearning for the right man. One might think that I was a teacher, or dress shop owner, reading romance novels while I imagined that I was waiting for the right man to cart me away and make love to me endlessly. But I was far from being a gullible young girl. I was now a woman with a mission. On Sunday, I drove to the cemetery to visit the graves, but this time I stood there in a black dress, my heels sinking into the moist ground as I spoke to them. A robin, maybe the same one, once again sat on a headstone and watched me, a curious bent of its head telling me that I seemed somehow familiar, yet different. "I'll be back when I am done, and this is over. Then you can rest in peace." As I walked away I heard the raucous sounds of the birds, like laughter in the background as I walked to the car. Ben called me to set up a meeting with myself and all of my collaborators in this event. That afternoon I went into his office, and found Laura, Greg, Audrey, his parents, and a stranger. The only open chair was next to Greg, and he stood for me as I sat, something the others did not miss. Once we were all seated, Ben stood up and spoke to the group. "We all know why we are here, and for various reasons and objectives. Jill here wants to put a man in a situation he has no recourse from. My parents want the man's father in law put out of business and ruined socially and financially. Audrey, because of her love for Jill has agreed to help as well, but her motivation is Jill's safety. My brother Greg has contributed his enormous skills to helping Jill achieve the look she wanted, but I think he is also in love." At this, I looked at Greg and saw a slow silly grin highlighted by a blush on his face. Shaken, I turned back to Ben. "My friends, let me introduce you to Ian O'Keefe. He is the preeminent private detective in the business. Mr. O'Keefe." "This is not the most dangerous thing I ever heard of, but I want to hear the entire plan from you Ms. Grant. Tell me all about it." I stood up, joining Ben at his desk. "I plan to try and get close to his wife, Marianne, become best friends and so on. Her husband, if he is true to form will hit on me and I will let him think he will succeed. At my home, I will drug him, and Laura will start her magic on him. In a single weekend, Laura and I, working together, will change him from a robust male to a sniveling female that will seem not a whole lot brighter than he will look. Then, after he is dressed correctly, we will release him in front of a whorehouse I know of." "Not bad, but it does not address the needs of everyone here. Let's talk about it." O'Keefe lit up a cigar that smelled like he was smoking a dead rat, and after a few coughs, Ben opened a window. "Sorry about that folks, it helps me to think. Okay. First, there's no denying the fact that you are winsome lass, and would have no trouble fitting in with Marianne's crowd, and convincing her husband to hit on you doesn't seem like to big a stretch. But turning him into something that looks like a hooker probably wouldn't even register on the old man at all. No, we need to find a way to link the two of them, then make it public. Very public." "Sir?" The shaky voice of the elder Mr. Hassan broke the silence. "I have a friend, more an acquaintance, but he has connections in some very low places. In my country we have Harems, outlawed now, but still around; not all of them are filled with women. Some are filled with men that look like women. Some of the very wealthy go there. Some think that a boy once in a while makes them more virile. This boy, can we do that to him?" Before he could answer, Audrey shocked me with a suggestion of her own. "If we get that far, maybe we can maneuver the father in law into meeting the kid in some sexual way. That way we would have them both!" "That is an excellent idea Audrey! Mr. Hassan, if you would, contact your friend and ask him if we can depend on his help." "I met the father in laws wife a few times at charity events" said Ben, "She's a bit of a lush, and a charity dilettante. Her old man keeps her on a short leash, but I'll bet I can get her to help me get close to the old man, then I can suggest a trip to a place where they have more...exotic forms of pleasures. I'll bet he goes for it." "That my boy, is an excellent idea! Ben will take care of the old man while Jill gets the son in law. Mr. Hassan, here's my card. If you can arrange it, I would like to meet your friend." The meeting broke up, Audrey was half expecting to talk to me, but when she turned around she saw that Gregory Hassan was talking to me, and a smile came to her face. She knew that being a woman had its benefits, and Gregory Hassan was certainly one of them. "Please, let me take you to dinner. A beautiful woman like you should never dine alone!" It would be my first 'date', and liking the tall doctor, I nodded my head yes. He took my hand in his and walked out of the office, Audrey and the others watched us leave, smiles traced on the faces of the others. His father merely shook his head. I went home, thoughts of my first date hard on my mind, wondering why I felt the way I did. After living as a woman for the last five months, I was just now getting comfortable in my new role, and Gregory Hassan had added to my mental confusion by merely being my friend. No matter how hard I tried, I could not think of one reason to be celibate, or not go out with the tall dark and very handsome man that so attracted me. He said he would be over at seven, and after a quick peek at the clock, I saw that I had a few hours to get ready, and I spent it wisely. As I sank into the warm water and let the bubbles rise to my neck, I relaxed and decided to let nature take its course, but for some reason, the image of Greg Hassan stayed in my mind. When I had dried off, I powdered myself all over, and went to my dresser. For this, my first date, I wanted to be sexy as I could be, and I grabbed the thin green panties and slipped them on. The high cut legs let my hip show more than usual, which brought a smile to my face. Barely visible, the cleft of my sex reminded me that I was now a woman as I reached for the bra. It was also green, the thin lacy cups had built in push up pads, and when I fastened the front hook my breasts rose and filled out the bra, threatening to over flow, which is exactly what I wanted. At the vanity I brushed out my hair, adding two gold barrettes, one on each side, which let my hair hang down the back and left my face and ears open. My makeup was understated yet enhanced my face perfectly; the black eyeliner outlined my almond shaped eyes while the soft gray and rose eye shadow made my green eyes a sparkle. The dress was a new one that I had bought a few days ago simply because I liked it; now I hoped Gregory would too. I slipped it over my head, letting it settle before I zipped it up. The straps fastened behind my neck, making the emerald green dress sleeveless, with a huge slash down the front that exposed my cleavage in a way I had always admired on certain women. Now, I was that woman, and as I stepped into the black heels and bent over to do up the straps, I saw myself in the mirror, my breasts hanging like rich globes of passion fruit, just waiting to be plucked. I added perfume, then gold button earrings and my bracelet, and finally, the reddish brown lipstick. My wallet went into the small black clutch bag just as the doorbell rang. He was charming and erudite, funny and extremely handsome. That was a term I had never used about a man until I became Jill, and began to see the effect I had on men in general, and Greg in particular. I had never had a thought about another man in any way except in friendship up to this point, but as he talked, I warmed up to him and relaxed. My once tenor voice now a contralto because of his expertise, made me sound very sexy, and I could tell that just the tone of my voice made his heart beat faster. When the music started he swept me into his arms, and during a slow number, with my arms around his neck because there wasn't anyplace else to put them, he kissed me! Gently at first, then, his tongue tasted my lips and I groaned in confusion. Later, he took me home, holding me in his arms on my doorstep, my face upturned to him as he bent to kiss me again. His lips touched mine, and my firestorms of internal protests gave way to the kaleidoscope of an urgent need. It was the first time another human being had paid this much intimate attention to me since the accident, and I was surprised that I hungered for it. All thoughts of being a man escaped my mind as he held me in his arms, kissing me, and making my knees weak. I opened the door, my eyes pleading for more of his attention, and was prepared to let him come in, but he would not. "Not yet little one, but soon, very soon. Goodnight." I stood in the doorway and watched as he drove away in his sports car, the throaty roar of the exhaust loud in the night. In my bedroom I undressed and slipped into a babydoll nightgown, the blue one I liked, and crawled into bed, wondering why I had felt the way I did. Right up until tonight, if someone had asked me, I would have said I was a heterosexual male. Now I wasn't so sure. Greg had ignited a fire in me that still burned. He made me feel sexy and wanted, ladylike, not like a cheap whore. His hands had massaged my back as we danced, strong yet gentle, his aftershave cloying, my nose telling me it was expensive. I had felt so natural letting him take charge, and after a lifetime of being the one in charge, I found it refreshing and it made me feel very feminine. My hand wandered to my sex, and I wondered if he knew it was fake, but then, of course he knew. His hand, when it touched my breast, was warm and made me tingle all over, something that had never happened before, and I liked it! Smiling, I fell asleep, dreams of his crooked smile in my mind all night. The next morning, after aerobics class, I dressed for the occasion, wearing a low cut sundress and strappy sandals for my first encounter with the airhead, Marianne. She and her mother were going to be at a charity garden party at ten, and I made sure I had my makeup and hair perfect for the day. On the way over I picked up my new drivers license, Social Security card, new checks, and passport. Then I drove to the huge garden party. Marianne was easy to spot, because, like her mother, she had a drink in her hand, even at this early hour in the day. Marianne was skinny, with tiny boobs and almost no butt, and her dress hung from her like she was a hanger. Her hat shaded her eyes from the sun, but the baggy eyes told the story. Marianne was well on her way to becoming a lush, just like her mother. I worked my way closer to her and struck up a conversation. "You're Marianne Benson! I saw your picture in the paper not to long ago! My name is Jill Grant." Marianne smiled and put her hand out to take mine. "Thanks Jill. Are you new here? I don't think I've seen you around before now." "Yes, after daddy died I sold everything and moved down here. I like Savannah so much better, don't you?" Instantly Marianne warmed up to me. It was obvious that I had money and 'breeding' as her own daddy called it. The host of the garden party urged everyone to contribute, and as Marianne rummaged in her purse, I calmly wrote a check for $1000. Marianne saw the amount, and was now convinced that I was 'of her class'. "Listen, I'm having a small get together on Friday night, why don't you join us?" This was going a whole lot better than I ever thought possible and accepted on the spot. "Just ask for the Benson Mansion; everybody knows where it is." "Thank you Marianne, I'll be there." That afternoon I drove to Audrey's house so that the kids could meet 'Aunt Jill' for the first time. They were young enough to accept me for what I seemed to be, and little Sara climbed into my lap and promptly went to sleep. Audrey put the kids down for their nap, and joined me on the patio. "How did the date go?" It sounded like such an innocent question, but I knew that Audrey wanted the details, all of the details! "We had a nice dinner, we danced, and he took me home. It was very pleasant." "Jill!" A smile, unbidden, came to my face and I started to giggle. "I never thought that I would go out with a man Audrey, never! But Greg has a way about him that is so hard to say no to!" Then, in a more serious tone, I added, "I kissed him Audrey, and I liked it! It was like a jolt of electricity went through me and I couldn't stop." "You have become a woman Jill. After all this time, your mind has accepted that the way you look is the way you should be. When I saw you for the first time after Laura was done, I knew then that Jimmy wasn't coming back. Jill, you started this with an admirable motive, but now, while the motive might still be there, you have changed in more ways than you can realize right now. I see it, and Greg sees it. You have become not merely a man that looks like a woman, but inside, in your heart, you have become the woman you always should have been." "Greg likes you, he's handsome, and you make a cute couple; don't fight it Jill." 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"Sorry, I didn't see you." Brian says. "It's okay, Brian." th guy said. "How do you know my name?" Brian asked and confused at the same time. "It's indicated on your ID, you idiot." he said. His head suddenly bleed from the impact. "Shit! Your head is bleeding! What should we do?" Brian panicked. "Damn! take me to the hospital, you idiot." After they left the hospital, "What should I do? I'm absent again." Brian said. "It's a small problem man. Why?...

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Fucking The Beautiful Lady Of Our Society

Hi all, Shashank( name changed)here from Mumbai again. Coming up with another sex story of mine, the encounter with another hot lady of my society. Those who don’t know me I am 27 yr. Old from Mumbai and it’s my 2nd post @ Indian Sex Stories. Thank you very much for your feedback on my last story; I have got mails on appreciating the same. It’s real life story and tried to make it cut short as it is lengthy. Please forgive me if any mistakes. Coming to the story this is a true incident happened...

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Naked in Military SchoolChapter 12

I knew something was wrong when Drill Instructor Sergeant Saunders woke me up. The two Dobermans knew it, too. "Kennel the dogs," Saunders ordered. I did so, telling the dogs to go into their cages. I tossed my blanket in Goofy's kennel and locked the cage doors. I told Goofy to stay—even when locked he could escape from his cage. "How did you do that?" Sergeant Saunders asked. "I can yell at them all day long and they'll just look at me as if I'm stupid." "Sir, they understand...

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Playtime Stories Ch 13 Unbelievable Motel Reward

Ok, so this one is hot, but is mostly fantasy...I have 'earned' a few nights kinda like this though...13. I also fuck the hotel managers of another city. To be able to come and go all dressed up without anyone noticing is usually very important. Sometimes my company will have me stay at a premium ‘nice’ hotel. So I’ll get a slightly less nice motel on the side so I can do what I want without having it get back to my boss. A little caution and a few extra expenses go a long way. One of...

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Mommys Chastity Boy Part 10

[All characters are age 18+] Sorry for not giving an update for so long. My gimp son and I are still here and having fun together since our last update. Sadly, the experiment to expand his chest with hormones didn't work out the way we thought. Needless to say, the milking machine has been sitting in storage collecting dust. I was so discouraged by this setback that I couldn't bring myself to give these updates anymore. And I promise, my girlfriend Christina and I tried everything on...

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Find Me Forgive MeChapter 4

Easter came and went. The children came home for a few days, but were off again soon after – Nicola and I were back at work on Easter Tuesday. We still had the remnants of two sets of clients to service, so the children would not have seen much of me if they had stayed. So life went on. Business as usual of course: real life continues even when a personal life is fractured. However, the emotions – that’s a different matter. At any moment when there is nothing else to distract, they come...

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My Neighbors and Me Part 5

{This is part 5 of the My Neighbors and Me adventure. I want to thank those who contributed ideas to the story. I try to weave them in with my own depraved thoughts. So if you’re reading this I would certainly appreciate your input. And lastly, but most importantly please rate and/or comment on the story so I know if I’m giving you what you want! (gratuitous self-promotion, sorry.} Having just fucked Sarah’s brains out, I was sweating like a racehorse and breathing hard. But like a...

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Cataract Reaction 4

Cataract Reaction By Jena Corso Edited by Angela Meyers Chapter Four "Ah, great timing honey," said Betty, who was just about ready for him. "Sit in the high chair and feel better?" "Yes, and sorry if I got a bit emotional on you," said Kyle, sitting down in her slightly higher makeup chair. "Stressful day as you know." "The only one stressed will be your boyfriend worried the other boys will be all over you," teased Betty. "So sit still and pretend like it's your recital day...

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Love Lust College Transformation

The word "college" in the US formally denotes a constituent part of a university. Americans "go to college" after high school, regardless of whether the specific institution is formally a college or a university. There's a variety of people working at college, like professors, secretaries, canteen staff, caretakers... And in this story somebody manages to transform somehow! Like a 50 year old professor turning into a hot bangable exchange student from spain! Or the charlady turning into a buff...

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Chantal

Permit me suggest what should happen to the character in the game.She is sitting in her palatial boudoir at her dressing table. She has on black lace panties, garter belt, stockings, heels, bra, and black opera gloves. She also has on dangling, elegant earrings that sway with every movement of her head. She is putting on evening makeup including alizarin crimson lipstick, blue eye shadow, mascara (that runs), and eyeliner –the works! Her work normally takes over and hour and she is intent on...

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Mistake in Vegas it teez ok

It teez ok? New revised version By mitlvsmeg This story happened to me (us) at the end of June in Las Vegas. I am nervous and a little on edge. I was told by a friend to write it out and submit it to this site and another one like it. He feels that others on this site may have gone through something similar and would be able to give advice and feedback over what to do about all of the surreal events. My name is Mitch and my wife's name is Megan. We are from Ohio and have been married for 5...

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Malachars CurseChapter 19 Tranquil Dreams

Friday, August 18th, 2006, Arlington, Virginia I silently slipped from the bed, careful not to wake my mother—she looked so peaceful and happy in her slumber—and tip-toed out of the bedroom. My mind was restless, and I couldn’t get back to sleep even though it was only 3:07 in the morning. I’d found myself needing less sleep recently, and I didn’t know if it was a side effect of one of the rings or simply caused by the build-up of stress and worry.

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Boyfriend Or Switching Teams

Sam's POV:I have been with boys and girls. I think I do prefer girls to boys... they know what other girls like, where they want it, and how much they want it. Whilst dating, girls have a little more sensitivity than guys do. There's only one girl I'd like to try, seeing as I've tried out the other ones at Ridgeway High... that's my best friend.Carly Shay. The prettiest girl by far, and of course, she has a boyfriend currently. And why wouldn't she? She's hot. I mean, drop-dead gorgeous.And I...

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Charming Darling Indian Aunty

Hello dosto mai hu yogu abhi abhi maine meri engineering puri ki hai aur job kar raha hu. Mai ek sexy handsome jawan ladka hu meri age 24 hai. Aur mai bahut flirt type baate karta hu jo ladies ko hamesha acchi lagti hai, muze mast bhari huyi mature indian aunty,bhabhi ,ladies bahut pasand hai. Mera lund aise ladies ko dekhate hi khada ho jata hai. Agr koi bhabhi aunty girl ya ladies mere sath secret sex karna chahti ho. To muze mail karna ya pr aur google hangout par bhi msg kar sakti ho. Aaj...

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The Knight and the Acolyte Book 6 Chapter 1 The Pirates Claws

Book Six: Heart's Longing Chapter One: The Pirate's Claws By mypenname3000 Copyright 2016 Xandra – Black Glass Aerie, The Island of Birds I knelt on the edge of my parent's nest on the steep cliff my people lived upon, my feet dangling over the side, staring at the black rocks of Mount Peritito choked with vines. I tried not to look at the large pyre being laid on the aerie's largest outcropping, situated just above the jungle's top. The large logs had already been laid for the...

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176 AnneMarie and the desert chicken run

176 Anne-Marie and the desert chicken run Well she was a pretty little thing, he could see that as he watched her from the car, she would be up here with him soon, about five feet and a bit high , perhaps five foot two or three, red hair blue wide and liquid eyes, shapely , nice tits, if a bit small, absolutely right for some of his more discerning clients , his experienced eye told him she was about 25,26,27 that sort of age, which meant for him she would last as an escort whore for a few...

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A Girls Dirty Past by Mariel

It's funny how a man wants to fuck you, pays you, then tries to save you, by not doing anything, as if his abstinence is proof of his love for you, and he is different from all the rest, willing to pay, but keeps his cock in his pants as proof of his intentions.Guys like these are losers, they can't get it up with women like me, they need something less intimidating, something resembling what women have, something where they can be first, and it shows in the glow of the skin, soft and sweet...

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Fighting TempationAnd Losing Ch 03

Chapter 3 – Special Counseling Promptly at 8:00 on Thursday evening the doorbell rang as Rosaria was wrapping a sarong around her hips after taking a shower. ‘Sheamus, will you get that?’ she called out, sticking her head out the door from their bedroom, her beautiful breasts swaying in front of her. ‘I’m still getting dressed.’ ‘No problem,’ Monsignor Sheamus O’Shaunessey replied. Putting on her brightly-flowered halter top as she looked in the mirror, Rosaria de Gama O’Shaunessey smiled...

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Risky Behavior

It was on one of my outings, from school, that I found myself in front of the adult book store, well it was what used to be the adult book store. It seems that it had closed and was boarded up since my last visit. As I walked away a guy approached me and asked 'is the store still opened,' I replied 'no it's closed for good I think.' The guy turned and began to walk with me back towards the motel. I stopped at the corner and looked at the fellow rather closely ' are you staying at that motel,'...

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A WellLived Life Book 6 Kara IChapter 10 A Trip to Milford Part II

September 1981, Milford, Ohio Kara came into the living room when the dishes were done and took my hand and led me to the den. We sat in our chairs, as her father insisted. “Did you put your mom up to that ice cream date?” I asked. “No! I was just as surprised as you were. I could tell that dad was really upset at her. And when you stepped in, I thought he was going to blow a gasket. You agreed with him and made him look bad at the same time. And then, when mom did that thing with the...

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basment rape

I woke up in my condo looking at the beutiful toronto sky line. I looked at my self, i needed to get a better tan. I decided i would go to the toronto islands and tan. I put on a bra top you know the kind that has a bra support they gave my d cup breast eye poping clevage. I put on a very mini pencil skirt, it was 2 inches below my ass. I was also not wearing underwear. Overall i was a beutiful 20 year old, with beach blonde hair d cup breats a nice ass slim stomache and perfect legs. I put...

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De Danann

It was cold, even with the fire banked up we were only just keeping the cold at bay, just beyond the ring around the fire, it would be waiting for us. The fire was burning in the centre, producing as much smoke as heat, so it felt. The billowing clouds of smoke were left to find their own way out; which they were failing to do very effectively. We could hear the wind outside. No-one spoke, but we were all thinking along the same lines, I could tell. We’d been here a couple of weeks, the gold...

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Katies beginings 6

The following morning Tricia slept late. Caroline walked into her room, placed two cups of coffee on the side by the bed ,drew back the curtains and climbed into the bed beside her sister. "Someone must be tired, you are usually the first one up " handing her a cup of coffee and she snuggled under the duvet. A disheveled Caroline peered at her through the veil of hair across her face and mumbled something about how draining yesterday had been. The urgent call of future possibly caused by...

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End Of School

The interim time when the little school girl was changing into the woman she wanted to be Randy and I had been playing around for months and I was deeply in love, but at the same time worried that I had fallen too hard for him. Randy was more than a few years older than me, I had just turned seventeen .He had everything the other little boys didn’t have cars , bikes , money , credit cards and a gorgeous seven and half inch cut cock that I loved….we were perfect fit together. Randy...

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Open Minds leads to Open Hearts 2

Chapter 1 Kyle and Bella did reduce their time together, since their morning on his couch when she showed up with the damning report and pictures from the private investigator. About the only time they spent together was when they went over plans for the remodel. It was killing them that they couldn't touch or show any affection towards each other. But it was for the best. Kate took the news well. She was glad, in fact, because she had started hating her father, with her birthday being...

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Girl in My Dreams Part ONE

 I've been reading very hot stories here lately and I thought I should write mine.  Summer has finally started. Instead of celebrating, our excuses to sneak around my parents back to do exactly what they fear we would do. Make love. My boyfriend and I have been together for the longest time. we have done steamy hot passionate sex a million times! but I crave him more and more.   I want his pussy-tearing, hot, strong masculine dick inside my steaming, desperate hole through days, and nights. it...

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Trouble With Zombies

She crouches and tends to the bonfire she has made to keep herself warm for the night, she was aware it wasn’t the smartest move to bring any attention to her location but she didn’t want to deal with the encroaching cold. The fire illuminates her soft features; her golden hair tied neatly in a bun, light blue eyes, and soft lips. She sighs and grabs her tummy, upset by the rumbling sound that had continued to bother her for hours. She has a thin frame and looks almost emaciated. Food is a...

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Fulfilling A Girls Male Fantasy Part 1

"Get undressed," the pretty brunette told me, and I obeyed. She was called Jennifer, we'd met the night before at the rock nightclub, and I'd thought that she looked gorgeous in her goth make up so she invited me back to her place. It turned out that she was eighteen and still living at home, so we locked her door and did our best to keep quiet as we fucked the night away. Now it was noon, her parents were at work, she was on half-term break from sixth form college, I had the day off uni and we...

She Males
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A couple bring their Hispanic maid into their kinky lovemaking and even the wife8217s boss participates

A kinky episode happened two summers later. Mary was working for a bank in a ritzy resort town. Her bank manager needed some video surveillance equipment installed and Mary recommended me. Her boss (a late 30’s divorcee) called me and offered the job. It was going to take me about two weeks to complete everything she wanted done at the bank and at home, so she offered to put me up at her place while I did the work. When I got there and talked to Mary, I found out that her boss had been...

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The Touch Ch 21

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Christmas GiftChapter 6 Christmas Day

Sunlight was brilliant. It seemed to bounce off of every wall and shine into her eyes. Morning then. But Susan couldn't lift her head. Someone had filled it with lead. Her arms too. She groaned. Joe was coming out of the bathroom, a shower. "Hey. Merry Christmas." "Christmas?" Susan asked. Surely that had been more than one night. Joe was nude, walking around, getting dressed. "Yup." He slid into a pair of gray briefs and was pulling a pair of jeans out of the dresser. "How do...

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It Starts Again Fantasy Chapter 3

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Latest story of the mother in law

This happened last week I was home working from my office and wondering about her since I have not mess around with her in long time.All I could think about was her big boobs and the last time we did it which was like month half ago.The last time was good one she stop by to drop off some homemade pies for us as I came out of my office she was in the kitchen and I just stop and look at her god she was hot with her sun glasses on and yoga pants and she had zip up long sleeve shirt that look like...

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Truth Or Dare The Family Reunion Chapter Six

We got back to the lodge in time for dinner. The men had already left for the strip club. Mom and  Aunt Janis were eating dessert when we walked in, still in our swimsuits. Missy had her bikini bottoms in her hand. Just wearing her little cutoffs and pink top.“I’m so hungry,” Billy announced, “I hope they have something good.”“Me too,” I agreed.Missy got a salad, as we piled our plates with shrimp and fries. I noticed my sister cutting up with Lacey and Stacey. They were joined by Jim and Jon....

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Our good friends shy son

Our good friends Selma and Tom had invited hubby and me to a birthday party that night.I knew that the party could be a bit boring, since our friends were very conservative people; but I accepted to go there with Victor, since we had not seen some of the other friends in so many time.But I a little surprised, since we arrived there and found the party was in full swing; everybody there was dancing, drinking quite heavily and the whole place was noisy and loud. Amongst other interesting people...

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Broadway Hollywood Ch 3

Chapter 3: Sex with the Rich and Famous I was exhausted! While reading my father’s journal, I had taken out my penis and ejaculated onto my new carpet. No wonder dad seemed so happy and content with his employment. Mom and I never understood how he worked without complaint when faced with the long hours and low pay of the Broadway Hollywood Department Store. Now that mom and dad were both gone, I was finally beginning to understand what fed that sly grin he always wore. Dad hadn’t simply...

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Ben to Jen

It was a summer day Ben , Gwen and Max were going to the mall to buy some new stuff and they saw that a beauty contest was starting today. Gwen : A beauty contest grandpa can we please go ? Max : Well alright if that what you want . Ben : What ? No way I'm going to a girls show. Max : Now Ben you now our deal ,today Gwen decides what do we do today. Ben : Arh fine but I'm not gonna like it. So they entered the room and the ticket lady said. Lady :Please tell me your names so I can give you an...

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JamesDeen Jay Taylor Fuck In Public

Jay Taylor invited James Deen to hang out. He picks her up and they chat for a really long time. It’s actually kind of interesting. James pretends he didn’t realize she called him over in order to have sex with him, but clearly he knows that the only reason why she wanted to hang out was to have sex. Jay is determined and has a plan. She takes James around the woods to show him cool places they could potentially hook up and shoot a porno. After failing at public sex multiple times,...

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BarbaraChapter 12

When the two new sisters went down to the nude beach they were only wearing their white terry bathrobes. At the foot of the path Bobbie saw two children sitting and talking, appearing to be waiting for something or someone. A small head turned and saw the two girls coming. With a word to his companion, Kenny Clifford started to run up the path towards them, closely followed by Andy Cartwright. Both of the children were naked but seemed totally unconcerned about their nudity. They moved as...

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Heaven Hell

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Grannys House

My granny was in her mid sixties and lived on a huge ranch. Her and gramps raised horses. When I was young we would always go and spend a month with granny on the ranch. We had ggot out of that habit for several years, but now I was going to stay the summer with granny and gramps. Being in my mid teens and racing thru puberty I really wanted to stat home and hang by the pool. The was very beautiful and they set me up my own room. Granny is and always had been a very pretty lady. She maybe...

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Kims Big Night Out

Hubby spies on wife and gets the shock of his life. Something amazing happened to me the other night that changed my life forever. My wife, Kim, is a smoking hot redhead, 35 years old, 5’6′, 32-28-36. We have been married for 10 years, and it has been a great 10 years, full of passion, love, and fucking amazing sex. She even invited another woman into our bed once, which was incredible, though it hasn’t happened again. Last Friday, Kim told me she wanted to go out dancing with the girls, and...

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The Ordeal of Emilia Clarke Ch3

"Yup..." said Emilia weakly. "Good luck with Oakhill?" said Jennifer Lawrence, holding Emilia's hand. The little brunette actress stepped out of the car, and walked to the door. She stepped back after knocking at the door. Moments later, she knocked again. The door opened and a man in a butler outfit opens the door. “Ahh, you must be Ms. Clarke. Mr. Oakhill is expecting you. Please come in.” Emilia Clarke took a step inside of the house. It isn’t a mansion like she...

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The Loyalty Card

Reception "So that's for three nights then. Have you stayed with us before, Sir?" the receptionist smiled as she handed me back my credit card as I checked in to the hotel. The badge on her right tit said "Angela – Duty Receptionist". I wondered how welcoming she might be later. "Ah, oh, yes," I replied digging out another piece of plastic from my wallet and passing over my loyalty card, keen to collect the points that would offer me some possible future discount or other uncertain...

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Joan Part 5

Introduction: We go to Cancun and Joan get a Gaucho My wife Joan has been traveling with me on business trips. While Im working, Joan scouts for sexual adventures for us. My next business trip was to Cancun Mexico. Cancun offers many different experiences. Theres a wild spring break scene, fine all-inclusive resorts, nude beach resorts and many fine restaurants. My business was at an all-inclusive resort called Baja. The resort was on the ocean and had a private beach. Joan had bought another...

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The family Car Ride

It was August. We spent the morning packing the car. Our son, Mike was leaving for college. It was morning but already it was 90 degrees outside. Mike and husband, and I were getting pretty sweaty loading up the car. The trunk was already full and the back seat wouldn't fit much more. Mike went back in the house to get the last of his things. I heard him come out of the house. I turned around and saw him carrying his 42 inch flat screen TV."Where are you going to put the TV?" I heard his father...

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Surprising my wife and daughter

A little background to start.  First, our ages:I am Brian and am 37My daughter Alex is 18M second wife, Heather, is 26 Susan, my first wife died in a car crash 4 years ago.  Heather was my physical ther****t as I recovered.  Alex has hated Heather not just because she was taking her mom’s place in my life, but when Alex lived at home, having your parental figure being just less than 10 years older than you is rough.   But 5 months ago, when Alex returned home from college… with grades that did...

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Lucky Josh part 6

Josh looked over Danni’s shoulder and smiled at Sam, happy to see her. Catching his gaze Sam saw his emotional state and the sparkle that came to his eyes when she entered, he was really happy to see me she thought and took place beneath the desk, taking Josh’s limp cock in her mouth. The realization that Josh liked her that much made her shudder a bit and she held herself tightly as if she was cold. Sam couldn’t recall any time a man had looked at her as Josh just did and it made her feel...

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Laying Out Got Me Laid

It was a summer day and I had a friend’s place all to myself. They knew about my “hobby” and told me to have fun as they left for work. I immediately prepared myself for a day of tanning by the pool. An hour later I was made up, oiled, and my ass was flushed clean. I was wearing a thong bottomed bikini with my breast forms, my favorite vibrating butt plug, and a wig I used for swimming and sunning. I was listening to music and sipping an iced tea enjoying the rays beating down on my nearly...

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fun nite

i was at a party the other night when i met this girl, granted she a little meaty but i wasnt complaining it was a sort of turn on anyway. we got chating and continued to drink, as it got later she looked deeply into my eyes and a was hucked so we when up stairs we found a spare room we when in and i locked the door no sooner had i done that i turn to look at her and find she is already naked and walking over to me she pressed her body against me so i.kissin her soft lips and ran my fingers...

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HussiePass Xxlayna Marie Everybody Wants Damion

Seeing as so many of you ? enjoyed her 1st appearance here on Hussie?Pass, we decided to bring 21-year-old spinner Xxlayna Marie (it’s pronounced YUH-LAYNA) back, and she requested that we pair her up with 18-year-old big dick phenom Damion Dayski for this week’s ? hot update. After the Johnny ?? Robins interview portion of the program ??? Xxlayna gets herself warmed up by rubbing her clit and fucking herself with a large translucent pink rubber dong. In steps Damion with some lube...

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Do Dreams End When We Wake

This is a story attended for adults, not for those who adults feed, watch, and change. If you are over 18, and still your mom makes your bed, you can read this but you are immature. ANYONE UNDER 18, DO NOT READ THIS. Go outside and play. Copyright © 2004. Blanket permission is granted to reproduce this work in any medium for any nonprofit purpose, as long as you provide it as is, with my name attached. For other purposes, email me. In fact, Email me and say Hi either way! ***** I was asleep...

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The HealerChapter 49

The Empire and her Allies heaved a collective sigh of relief as the last stealthed landing craft left its targeted alien ship. “Looks like we did it, AI,” I said out loud. “Yes, a brilliant execution of a well-planned operation,” the AI replied in its harsh, flat tones. “Take us back to the Spitfire,” I requested the pilot. “Yes, ma’am,” came the reply over an audio channel as I couldn’t see the pilot from where I was surrounded by monitors and a tri-dee cube. “How long until...

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Three Wishes

One day, there was a college student walking upon the beach during the annual Spring Break when he found. a magic lamp. "Greetings Master, I am the Genie of the lamp. For freeing me, I shall grant you three wishes." "Are there any restrictions on the wishes?" "I can not interfere with Free Will nor will I kill another, other than that, there are no restrictions." "Then for my first wish, I want to be in perfect health and become a woman." "Your wish is granted, What is your...

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Jokes and GigglesChapter 214

Two Irish nuns have just Arrived in USA by boat, And one says to the other, "I hear that the people in This country actually eat Dogs." "Odd," her companion Replies, "but if we shall Live in America, we Might as well do as the Americans do." As they sit, they hear a Push cart vendor yelling, "Hot Dogs, get your dogs Here," and they both Walk towards the hot dog Cart. "Two dogs, please!," says One. The vendor is very Pleased to oblige, wraps Both hot dogs in foil and Hands them...

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Kathleens House of Excitement Part 2

I had just finished a shower and was pouring a cup of coffee when the phone rang. It was Kathleen sounding quite cheery, inviting me over for brunch. My new relationship with her told me I might expect more than a waffle and coffee, so I accepted her offer. "Great - be here at eleven sharp," she said, "And don't bother knocking."I walked through her front door promptly at eleven, and called out to her. "In the kitchen," came her response. When I entered the room, I was rather shocked to see...

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