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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." Then she added, "I don't think you can anyway. After this is over, follow your heart and do what you have to do to find happiness. If that includes Greg, so be it. Just be the best wife you can be." I did not expect her to say that, and I was confused, but knew that Audrey was right. At that same moment Ian O'Keefe was sitting in a magnificent wing back chair, across a huge, beautiful rug, facing a man with no name. "My name is not important Mr. O'Keefe, let it suffice to say that I am in a position to help you." The man that spoke wore a thin gray robe that swirled around him as he walked, his headpiece sparkling white, his eyes gray like the ocean, yet sharp and keen. He had a thin narrow chin covered in hair that was going gray. The image was deceptive. The man spoke with an English accent and his use of the language belied his education. 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Restructuring

Introduction Its several years since I lost the writing bug. My Power Broker Series was reasonably successful, but frankly I ran out of ideas. I might revisit the Power Broker universe at some stage, but in the meantime, here is another universe to get your teeth into. The following story is for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY, and contains descriptions of explicit sex.If you are not an adult, or reading sex stories upset you, do not read any further. Lifestyle Restructuring - Profits...

3 years ago
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How on Earth did I find this man

When I entered the room he quickly closed a browser window he had open of a big brunette bbw with huge tits cam-ing. I smiled and said, "You don't have to close your porn because of me, I don't mind." He sheepishly explained that it was distracting anyways. I showed him this large but skinny book I'd brought with old scifi and horror movie posters beautifully adorning its pages. I gave it to him, knowing his obsession with MST3K and classic movies was worse than mine, and how he would...

3 years ago
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First Group Sex Encounter Of Radhika

Hi my name is Radhika Thakkar. This is my first story in ISS. I read stories on ISS. So finally i decided to write my story also. This was my first group experience. It occured with me in the conference room. Firstly my figure is 32 28 30. It was a regular day. I went to the office. On that day we didnt had much work to be done in the office. So we all were just sitting and enjoying in the office. That was a very unusal day because we generally had much work to do rather on that day we were...

2 years ago
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The Incident

"Three months, three months since I've moved here yet I've still not unpacked everything," you mumble to yourself "Slacker as always". Looking around your one bedroom apartment you notice not much has changed. Packing boxes are still piled unopened in the corner, at least the important stuff is set-up you think to yourself noticing the dull lights from your £2,000 Gaming PC and 40" 4K Television. Looking at your second hand mismatched furniture from various charity shops it’s plainly obvious...

Fetish
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The Story Teller

"You are not going to believe this," Barbie said with a smile. "My stupid-assed sister's husband ran off with his nurse, and she went just plain loco and decided to fuck the Marine Corps. So she sent me her kid while she started with a couple of lieutenants." I watched the luscious woman I had just spent a half-hour serving with great pleasure struggle to pull her short teddie over her mob of blonde hair and wiggle it down her unbelievable body, her big breasts still showing signs of my...

2 years ago
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First gay play

My first gay experience. I grew up in utah and yes I was a Mormon. We lived it a very active Mormon community. Growing up there was a lot of kids my age so we always played outside and lots of night games. A few times during truth or dare it might get to running naked, showing your cock, and a girl flashing us. But that's not what I'm going to talk about. It was when I turned 8. Then something crazy and unexpected happened. I was outside with the neighbors. John he was a coupe years younger...

2 years ago
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Moonlight with daughter

The moonlight was bright, shimmering on the water of the pool, bathing the whole garden in an almost ethereal light. I lay on the poolside lounger, deep in the shadows of the veranda, enjoying the last of the evening’s warmth from one of those typical summer super hot days. I drew slowly on one of the few cigarettes I’d allowed myself that day as I desperately tried to cut down and perhaps eventually stop. I sipped a cool drink also as I just allowed the tensions of the day to melt away. I...

Incest
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Old Mans Help1

It was a very hot day. I was sweating when i came out from the supermarket. It was then the unfortunate incident happened. One of the heavy shopping bags i was carrying broke down and things were scattered all over. It was really embarrassed as i sat down to collect things. I was wearing low-neck blouse and was sure people standing around could see my cleavage clearly. Then an elderly man showed up. He went inside the shop to bring back a new shopper and sat down with for collecting things....

4 years ago
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A Rare BirdChapter 2

The winds and seas were favorable, requiring only two tacks to reach a position off the northwestern corner of St Martin. Rita got on the radio with her relatives that had a fishing boat in the harbor of the small town of Grand Case. They arranged a rendezvous with the sailboat to take Rita ashore. Mike and Bruce took Calypso to the south end of the island where the big Philipsburg harbor is. Procuring an anchoring buoy from the harbormaster they shut down the boat and took a water taxi...

3 years ago
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Teasing Twins

~Just something I thought up last night after reading sooo many sex stoires. Hope you like it. And this is complete fantasy.~My name is Emily, and I want to share the wild summer my twin sister Emma and I experienced 2 years ago.  We are both 21 now, but this happened when we were 19.Both Emma and I are identical twins, and both 5'2, 110 pounds, and both with long brown hair and green eyes.  We both come from good families, and are parents are both in the medical profession. And like our...

1 year ago
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Huntin Poon

“Oh, Paw,” whined Lulu Bell, “How come only them boys gets to go a’huntin coon. Ah’m as good a shot as they are!” Looking at her three brothers, Paw agreed, “She’s right. You take her this time instead of thet neighbor girl.” Knowing better than to argue with the old man, the boys looked at each other and shrugged their shoulders. Lem addressed his sister, “Okay, but you gotta do everything that she would’ve done.” Lulu Bell nodded her agreement. He added, “OK, yew saw her agree.” The next...

2 years ago
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My Sister Is My Heaven

My sister name is usha. She is 21 years old. She is very fair and glittering in her golden colour. She was in love with a local boy for more than 3 years. She was firm to marry him only but my mother opposed to it. I convinced my mother and their marriage took place. A few days after the marriage, i noticed my sister face. She was dull. I thought due to marriage function and other ceremonies she was tired. She had come to our house with her husband. Sister was murmuring with my mom and their...

Incest
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Just Hold Me

One of the texts asked, ‘Did you jack off knowing that your wife is being so well fucked?’ [email protected] The email message read, ‘Notice the number 222? That’s your street house number, isn’t it? That’s where I am going to fuck your wife. I plan to be fucking her by Wednesday. You won’t be home till Friday night, so she will be really satisfied by the time you get back. Don’t worry, I will give you updates through the week. I may even send some...

Cheating Wife
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Her Final Choice

I was tied down to a table, very tightly, my arms and legs spread out as wide as they would go. ?The man of my dreams stood above me, looking into my eyes. ??"Do you want to be my slave?"?We had spent the weekend together and it had been bliss for my masochistic heart. ?He had beaten me and fucked me with equal passion. ?I was humiliated and pushed to the edge of any limit I ever thought I had. ?I had cried more in that weekend than I had for years, but I'd also never been so excited. ?All of...

2 years ago
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Neighborhood Aunty Pooja Fucked Very Hard

Yo Guys. This is my first story here. I’ve read all stories ago. Give me Feedback on The story revolves around Me and my neighborhood aunt Pooja. Let me tell you about her. She is 30 years old with perfect figure and Tight ass with huge boobs. Guys believe me her boobs can make anyone thirsty. I never looked her with lust. But Once She Had Called me For Some help and that time What I saw was Erotic. I saw her bending down finding something. That time Her Almost Boobs were Visible till her half...

2 years ago
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Neighbours 3

Authors note: This won't make much sense if you haven't read Unexpected Consequences and the first two chapters of Neighbours. I apologise for the delay of this chapter, too many other things demanding my time! To those of you who have enjoyed my stories and know this plot: read on and enjoy! She picked up the phone on the third ring. "Claire speaking." "Hello Claire, this is Tanya Darlington. I wonder if you have a few minutes for me?" "Tanya! Good to hear from you again,...

3 years ago
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Mr IrresistibleChapter 10 Open Your Eyes

"Mmmmmmmmmm." I opened my eyes and saw only white. I thought that I had died before I realized that it was the ceiling. "Sir ... Sir, are you alright?" Who was that? Whoever was speaking had the sexiest English accent I think I've ever heard. I think she's to my right but I can't move my head. Why can't I move my head? Where am I? Why do I feel so fucked up? "Sir, can you hear me?" There's that crazy sexy voice again. I wanted to tell her that I was fine, save for the fact that I...

3 years ago
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Aunty Ki Beti Ko To Pehle

By : Sandystar143 Hi everybody my name is Sandy and this is my 2nd story. First of all i thank everybody for your feedbacks on my last story “aunti ki beti ko choda”. I would like give my introduction to new readers on this great website, I am tall and fit guy wit average body I am studying b.com 3rd Sem in bijapur district which is in Karnataka. As I told u guys in last story that I was having a relation wit my aunt’s daughter, and now this story is about that my same aunt. My aunt stays in...

Incest
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Keep on Running circa 1976

If you were looking for a woman with style and sophistication, the place to visit was the Bridge Hotel wine-bar between the hours of 6 p.m. and 8 p.m. Positioned high above the embankment of the river Tyne the wine-bar attracted a diverse range of corporate, stylish and beautiful people eager to unwind, flirt and get up to mischief, or just go straight for the desirable option of committing adultery. This particular time frame was their playground and they played life to the full. A gaggle of...

Straight Sex
2 years ago
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Allison and the PrimdalesChapter 18 Pool Fun

Later, when Allison returned home, he took her aside, out of hearing range of Brit. "So how much of that was scripted and how much was accidental?" he asked her. "If by 'scripted' you mean that I had it all figured out days ago, very little was scripted. On the other hand, I'll admit that I was looking for opportunities, and made the most of them when I saw them. For instance, Kari tickling you was a stroke of genius, if I do say so myself, and Kari falling on top of you was pretty...

1 year ago
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Master and Mr Sybian

Today was the most horrible day of my life. It all started a couple of days ago. Master Paul and I had been having problems for a while – no matter what I did, it didn’t seem to be what He wanted. After being chewed out, and being told I didn’t do this right or didn’t do that right, I started getting fed up. Can you blame me? I mean a sub can only take so much! So I started messing up on purpose – I figured if I was going to get blamed for it anyway, ya know? But I guess Master Paul had finally...

4 years ago
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A Servant

“My name is Jane.” She says, looking at you from across the table. You take a couple moments to stare back. Her dark red hair, that falls just below the bottom of her face in a wave of curls, contrasts strikingly with her pale and fair skin. Her hair is most likely dyed, but that does little to detract from the stunning quality the blood red color gives to it. Her lips and fingernails have been painted to match the shade of her hair. Her light blue eyes gaze directly into yours. “As you most...

BDSM
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Passionate Pets

( My Lady will forgive my trespass, for I cannot write this story from my point of view.  I must assume yours.  I admit I will do a poor job, and that my ignorance may require correction.  I do this out of love, out of need, and because I don’t see others showing what you have shown and taught me.)We were at a mixer.  The local LGBTQ+ groups were approaching the coming election with the usual sense that if they did not band together in a single voice, no one would care what they had to say. ...

Lesbian
1 year ago
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Part 30 Slut

Of the Adventures of John and Holly Part 30: Slut Holly: I woke up the next morning naked in a strange bed, and when I went out into the living room, I saw Jack sleeping on the couch. I went into his dresser taking a pair of boxers and t-shirt and went into the kitchen. I didn’t want to wake him, but I didn’t think I could fall asleep. For some reason I got the urge to eat pancakes. I went into his kitchen and stumbled my way through the cabinets till I found the necessary...

3 years ago
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Whoa Its Still Happening II

Lucky Whoa! Jason's Return to the University As Jason drove from his family's home toward the university campus where he was a grad student and teaching assistant, his thoughts were on his newly acquired powers. Due to a recent lab accident, he could influence other people's lives merely by thinking of the changes he wanted to make for or to them. He could control their actions merely be thinking about what he wanted them to do. He had made several changes to his family,...

3 years ago
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The TarotChapter 10

The next few days were a slow torture for the auburn haired housewife. The days seemed to crawl by as her thoughts were constantly on Jeremy and her sexual adventure at the nightclub. She yearned for another chance to see her young lover, but none materialized. Although Terry's shift did not end until four a.m., she had the girls with her constantly from the time they returned from school. There simply was not a time when she could get free. She toyed with the thought of getting a baby...

3 years ago
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Kat My Sex Life Part 3

Two weeks later we had another department Happy hour. I asked my friend Karen if she wanted to come with me. I would come by and pick her up after work and she would tell her parents she was sleeping over my house. Her parents liked me and trusted me. I told her they don’t proof and as long as you stay away from the bar you can drink. I said the guys at work buy me drinks the whole time. She was into it, besides she always wanted to go to a bar. She was a friend that I made from working...

3 years ago
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BackcountryChapter 14

The inexplicable fear that had been growing inside me as I headed home turned out to be unfounded. Our little farm was the perfect bliss it always had been, and with Alawa to tend the fields in my absence Mataoka was recovering fine and nursing our two healthy offspring happily. Alawa grunted to acknowledge my return and, without speaking, took both the children off to see the turkeys so that my wife and I could reacquaint ourselves after our week apart. Mataoka giggled as she confided in...

4 years ago
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The unexpected awakening

This was an era in which sexual fulfilment and experimentation was the norm. It wasn't uncommon for people to host parties at their homes. Nearly every single sexual experiment one could imagine would take place at these parties, legally of course. It was a great time to be alive.And this mark Dave's first time going to one of these parties. Dave wasn't a strapping man, he wasn't a man who's body was that of a greek god. He stood six foot one, thin body frame and thin arms, and viewed the...

4 years ago
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New Vegas Sin City 20

"War, war never changes." Welcome to the Mojave Wasteland, where life is cheap and everything else is expensive. Reno was one of the area's least affected by the Great War of the 2070s but that doesn't make it any nicer. The NCR and Caesar's Legion battling on all fronts. Groups of raiders and Powder Gangers destroying everything they see. Mutated animals roaming the wastes, searching for their next meal. And thats without mentioning the city in the centre of it all. New Vegas. The safest spot...

2 years ago
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Busted Axle RoadChapter 69

When Jenny was working on the movie set, there really wasn't a lot for Blake to do. Makeup came early, and the days were long, shooting scenes over and over. Still, Blake tried to stay around Jenny, in case he was needed, and it could get pretty boring. He'd learned long before to take a book with him, but even with a book, the twelve and fourteen hour days could get boring, indeed. Some days, though, he wouldn't be around the set all day. He could get the shopping in, and occasionally do...

2 years ago
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Nisha Ki Chudai

Hello guys this is Arjun from new delhi , is back with a real incident.I would like to explain this incident in Hindi, agar aapko pasand aaye to mujhe mails jarur kare [] or agar koi mistake ho to maaf kare . ye story kafi lambi hai . aasha hai ki aapko pasand ayegi…. Ye kahani kuch is tarah se hai. ek bar meri family ka vaishno devi jane ka program bana .waha jane ke liye maine train ki tickets book ki ac sleaper ki. train me hum sahi tym pe pahuch gaye or train ka wait karne lage. station pe...

4 years ago
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Gens Longest Journey Ch 02

Gen awoke the next morning, still partially dressed and feeling sweaty and altogether unclean. She’d fallen unconscious practically in the same position – blouse and bra undone, skirt up over her waist leaving her bare pussy exposed to the rubber cock that she’d filled herself with so thoroughly the night before. With a chuckle to herself she remembered this, and realised she felt sore down there. Moving her hand down to her cunt she caressed it slowly, carefully, parting her lips to try and...

1 year ago
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Chaperon

John was laying in bed doing what he always did with his free time, jerking off to the thought of his best friend Emily. They had been friends for as long as either one could remember, and unfortunately for John, it appeared it was to stay that way. Emily always thought of John as a brother figure, but right now John was fantasizing about her figure. John was imagining the 5'5" redhead's C-cup breasts bouncing as she impaled herself onto John's 9 inch cock. He pictured himself reaching around...

Teen
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Dont Judge A Book Part 2 Chapter 13

Saturday 9th June 2018 It was a long walk down the street, past the long strip of bars, clubs and low-end stores and eateries. Following behind Jill’s shapely swaying ass, it struck me how this long walk was some kind of a metaphor for the long walk we’d been on as a couple this last year. I knew the literature-loving part of Jill would have laughed at the thought, probably finding a way to top my joke with one of her own.But Jill was walking a little too far ahead of me for me to call out to...

Wife Lovers
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Rescuing his cousin from an abusive relationship turns into a lifetime romance

The blue figures on the clock on my bedside table read 2:12 a.m. when I jerked out of a sound sleep by a frantic pounding on the front door. When that happens at that time of night, you automatically think something terrible has happened. The house is on fire, there’s been a big car accident right out in front, someone else’s house is on fire. I rolled out of bed and fumbled around for my bathrobe, then raced down stairs. I flipped on the porch light and peered through the...

1 year ago
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Great Pleasure With A Virgin Classmate Part 8211 1

I recently started reading ISS and became a big fan of it. I too want to share real incidents happened in my life. If you like my stories, please send an email to I would like to start with one of my unexpected pleasure with my classmate which lead to another unexpected encounter with my neighboring aunt. This is a true incident happened in my life and no friction involved except names to keep secrecy. Her name is Siri (don’t think a lot, yes name changed), she is my classmate during my...

3 years ago
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Sow and ReapChapter 40 Darkness and Sacrifice

Over the last few hours, Yugi, Honda, Pharaoh and I had taken turns sitting with Joey, rotating an hour or so at a time in pairs. None of us wanted to be alone when the machines went quiet. Pharaoh and I sat beside Joey's bed. We had placed two extra blankets over him because he was shivering in his sleep. I was beyond tears. Pharaoh had stopped praying. Joey groaned and we both looked up. He winced. He had requested that we reduce the amount of pain medication he was receiving and that...

4 years ago
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The Girl Who Must Not Sing Ch 08

Chapter Eight ‘Sire, I told him how far the rot went. I told him it had spread further underneath the slats.’ ‘So either he didn’t listen or he forgot. Whichever the case, it shouldn’t have been allowed to happen. Clearly master Yoled cannot be trusted with the more difficult tasks, correct, Fiye?’ ‘Yes Sire, but I did tell him.’ ‘I don’t doubt the fact. But should this instance ever come round again, make sure to tell both of them. We can’t trust the orphans to relay the correct...

1 year ago
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Teaching Mom About Orgasm Ch 1

It was a warm July afternoon. Mom and I were lounging by the pool sipping unsweet tea. She was unusually quiet. Something seemed to be weighing on her mind. I knew better than to press it. After a while she spoke."Rick, are you happy?"I thought for a moment. Even though I was 10 years divorced. My 2 girls were grown and moved away with families of their own. I had 3 grandchildren who I adored but didn't get to see enough of. My job with the MDA was solid and satisfying. Though I didn't have a...

Incest
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My first gay sex experience

Our bodies were entangled in a muscular mess of sweat and moaning and I knew what was going to happen next....... So I have had some good experiences so far in my life but nothing can beat the first time I lost and made someone else lose there virginity.it was about in grade 11 when I had this encounter. There was this boy at school with me, a bit shorter than me and quite stocky but was quite cute in my eyes. I had a feeling that he was gay by the way he acted around me and could sort of tell...

First Time
2 years ago
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Unexpected Sex With Divorced Muslim Girl In Bangalore

Hi ISS Friends, I am back with another real-life story of mine. A small background about me – I am Raj, 33 years old from Bangalore with 5’11” in height. This incident happened around two years back. As a few of the readers may know, I was staying alone in Bangalore as my family stays in the native at Tamilnadu. I was staying with a few of my friends in South Bangalore. Some days ago, I gave an Ad on Locanto for a female roommate as I was in a mood to move out of my current place and just...

2 years ago
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SRU The Mirror

SRU: The Mirror By Robyn "I look horrible. Look at that girl. How could anyone love a girl that looked like that?!" Gwendlyn looked hard into the mirror before her. The image of a girl her hair in tangles and braids wearing an old flannel shirt that did more than cover her stared back at her. She dressed like a boy. She always had. And though her parents and her friends had tried to help make her over, she refused to look any differently. A young man came to stand beside...

1 year ago
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Dance Contest

My name's Dan and I own The Glass Cat. The Glass Cat is a Female Impersonator club, although lately we're getting a lot of transsexuals, too. The club is pretty well-know, and and sometimes we get some big-name shemale porn stars in to do a show. Our biggest draw is Tuesday nights. Tuesday night is dance content night. Sheboys come in from all over and dance and strip for cash prizes and exposure. We get a lot of different folks in the audience, so it works out well for the contestants and the...

She Males
4 years ago
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Hope Ch 02

The text on his computer screen kept blurring, as Michael stared at it in a zombie-like fashion. Eventually, he cursed and pushed the keyboard away. He returned to staring at his mobile instead. The house was blissfully silent, Hope was asleep upstairs and he was meant to be writing yet another report for tomorrow’s meeting. Instead, he sat at the table, unable to write the goddamned thing. He knew he needed to talk to Ellie, but he didn’t know what he could say that would make things right....

3 years ago
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My Mothers Boss pt 2

I couldn’t focus during school the next day. I was too busy trying to convince myself I wasn’t gay. It was hard seeing how I sucked a dick the night before. The shame and humiliation I felt afterward was enough to send me spiraling out of control. I spent the entire night trying to justify my actions. Now sleep-deprived and still ashamed of what I had done, I sit in class with less than an ounce of focus. I hear the teacher talk, but all I can think about was Lexie Davenport’s cock. How big...

1 year ago
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Wife Seduced a true story

I found out about this episode when she came home, after hearing tails of her escapades from friends, so I asked her what went on. This story relates what I was told went on. Some time ago my wife was staying at a nice hotel while on vacation alone as I had to work and could not go with her. During her stay the hotel manager paid her a great deal of attention because she was really a stunning beauty, and she was there alone. He bought her drinks and chatted her up at every opportunity. One...

Cheating Wifes
3 years ago
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My Wife Fucks With My CoSonInLaw

Hai ISS readers, this is suresh from Anakapalli. I am aged 32 years. From the childhood, I have developed a fascination towards busty women who have long noses. My dick erects seeing a woman’s long nose. I used to masturbate daily minimum 10 to 15 times seeing heroines and aunties who have big and long noses. My mom Nagamani is a big whore. She likes to fuck boys from15 years to 60 years age men, if they have big cocks. She used to fuck with Ramana and Ramakrishna who are very handsome/ Ramana...

2 years ago
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Journey of Discovery Part 2

Mark hopped into the shower and got dressed inside of time minutes time. He didn't shave since he really didn't need to more than a couple times a week. While he was showering, a strange thought crossed his mind. He wondered what those guests on the show saw when they looked down at themselves in the shower. He also realized he didn't really have a decidedly masculine build -- just slim and basically undefined. With his head cleared, he poured a cup of coffee then sat down at...

2 years ago
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The Neighbor Part 2

I retreated to my room as Gary showed himself out. I felt like I wasfloating; not quite sure if it was the shock of everything that hadtranspired over the past 24hrs or if the reality that I was going to get tolive as a woman, to carry a baby inside of me, to be a mother and possiblylover to a real man was creating this euphoria.What I did know was that I was incredibly horny. As I stood in thebathroom, having removed my robe, I stared at myself in the mirror. Mywife's nightie hanging...

3 years ago
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Her Will

Torrentia's gloved hand was beneath the skirt of the girl to her side. She absent minded pumped two fingers in and out of the girls soaking pussy, while she watched her crystal ball. The girl's knees wobbled pathetically and her lips quivered. Torrentia liked keep her nearby because she made such cute little whimpers when she was teased. But, at this moment she needed to focus on the events going on underneath her own mansion. Leona had broken through the hidden gate that prevented entry into...

Fantasy
2 years ago
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The Cuckold Couple

MistressPriya.com presentsThe Cuckold Couple(A free version of this book, with photos is available on MistressPriya.com)?I?m afraid I?ve got some bad news for you,? Priya said gesturing to her footrest, a steel chair placed in front of her couch and pushed it forward a couple of inches using her feet. ?Sit down.?Srinath walked over with a flustered frown on his face as he sat down. His gut twisted inside, warning him of some kind of impending catastrophe. Priya seemed completely laid back,...

1 year ago
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PenthouseGold Ann Marie Rios Soaking Wet and Wanting

Brunette beauty AnnMarie Rios makes up for a business deal gone wrong with Charles Dera by giving him the hottest mind-blowing sex that will have you stiff and rubbing one out in no time. The sultry Penthouse star is like a hungry panther pouncing on the stud’s rock hard rod and slurping on his shaft, priming it for the pussy fucking that she’s been wet and wanting for a long time. Watch the sexy nympho get even wilder riding cock cowgirl style, loving every cum blasting minute of...

xmoviesforyou
2 years ago
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A Present

I was feeling horny and curious with a good buzz so I wanted to check out the glorryhole to see if anyone would be there with everything going on and see if i could have just a little fun. I have really been needing to help someone else relieve some stress if possible. So I head out about 2:00am with wild and kinky thoughts. I get there and see two cars. So i head on in i get in the door I pay and they check my temperature .I had a mask on { even i might be taking it off}. I pay and go to the...

1 year ago
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There Can Only Be One Winner

Her alarm rung home the cruel truth, it was time to get up and face the world. She didn’t want to, Lou wanted to stay exactly where she was, making love to her pillow, and to herself. She checked the clock next to her and established she had time, she reached underneath her bed, pulled out a box and took hold of the long, thick piece of well used plastic. Lou loved fucking herself, she was barely even wet before she plunged the cock between her trimmed lips, gasping with pleasure as its point...

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