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The Man Who Would Be Queen
Chapter 12
"Coping With Reality"
It was a difficult evening for Dexter after standing fully dressed as
a woman in front of his brother and sister professing his desires to
become a real woman. He had stripped nude when he got to the bedroom
and Angela helped him remove all signs of his make up.
"Better?" she asked as she finished removing the eye makeup.
"I felt so foolish in there Angela. The way they looked at me. I mean,
I don't have those deep rooted desires. If I did maybe it wouldn't be
so bad. I would feel like a woman or something, but I feel like a man
being made a fool."
Dexter hung his head.
Angela wished he were more determined somehow. How she didn't know,
but seeing her man hang his head and pity himself wasn't working for
her.
Dexter finally fell asleep. He needed the rest because he knew
tomorrow was going to be a very eventful day though he didn't know
what.
Dexter squirmed for a moment. A wonderful feeling of satisfaction
began to overwhelm him as he slowly became aware as he awoke. He
gripped the sheets tightly with both hands and his legs began shaking
as his toes with their bright red painted toenails strained and
separated then quivered in spasmodic enjoyment.
"I'm having a wet dream," he thought as he woke his body gave into the
pleasurable feelings. As his orgasm began and his eyes opened and
awareness now was all around he saw Angela's head moving up and down
under the sheet. He had just released his semen into her mouth. She
had never allowed that or done this to him before. It was a wonderful
experience.
She choked slightly and then turned her head and coughed once as he
finished up. She never emerged from under the sheets. She just rolled
him over on his side and gently ran her fngertips over the back of his
legs, butt, and back in a very soothing manner till he once again fell
asleep.
She sat up on the side of the bed and thought about the next day.
Dexter didn't know what was planned. It was better that way. He would
have never gone to sleep if he did. His hair was going to be permed.
Angela hated the idea but it had to be done. She preferred a large
body perm to him wearing hair ornaments. She would help him through
it. She always did, she just wished there was someone to help her
through all this too.
They were going to do this to him. She just knew it. This was no joke.
How could she keep the tie between them over the years when he was
going to be a woman like she was. Girlfriends? She sat up all night
thinking about a decision she had made a few days earlier. It might be
crazy but it made sense to her.
"I've got to do it. It's the only way," she said softly to herself
biting her lower lip.
Early the next morning Dexter awoke to Angela laying on her side her
head propped up on one arm as she gently stroked his morning erection.
He opened his eyes and looked at her. She gave him a warm smile. She
looked very tired since she had been up all night making an important
decision that would affect them both.
"Do you truly love me Dexter?" she asked as she continued to fondle
his penis.
"You know I do Angela," he said looking at her feeling her soothing
manipulations.
"I want to have a baby. Your baby?" she said without a change of
emotion, just a warm look in her eyes.
"What?" he said surprised.
"Make me pregnant Dexter," she said again softly.
"Why? I mean have you thought about this Angela?"
"More than you know honey," she said without any change in her
demeanor.
"We have to discuss the future of how we would live and are we getting
married?" he said now sitting up in the bed. Even though he sat up she
continued her manipulations that gave him great pleasure.
She hesitated for a moment and looked at what her hand was doing to
him, then she looked back up at him. Things had to be said.
"No, we are not getting married. At least not because of the baby."
"What?" Dexter was very flustered by this waking conversation. "What
are you saying Angela."
"Consider this Dexter. If things can't be stopped, in six months you
will be without your penis and balls. You will be a woman.
Anatomically and legally, like it or not. You won't be able to ever
father a child as a male again."
"That is not assured at this point Angela," he argued. "We are still
early in this."
"Stop it Dexter. The Queen will make you a woman next week if you even
think of veering from the plan. They told you that. Do you really
think they are not going to do this to you in the end?"
Dexter looked stunned at her statement. His world was unraveling and
now it seemed Angela was having trouble coping.
"Listen baby, I love you. I would love to be Mrs. Ferguson and that
may still happen," she said softly kissing his cheek. "You are
starting female hormones this week, I mean think about it, we have to
have a baby together as man and woman soon. It will tie us together
for life as parents regardless of what the future events brings for
your gender and I like that," she said.
"Are you really serious about this," he asked looking at her.
"I want you on top of me each morning when you wake up and every night
before you go to sleep until I am pregnant. It can be mechanical in
nature if the mood isn't right or if you or I are too tired, but it
has to be done. I want it done."
Angela pulled off her panties and lay on her back then spread her legs
wide for him.
"Come on honey, let's get started."
Dexter slowly crawled on top of her. He entered her slowly. She
wrapped he legs around him and held his head firmly in the crook of
her neck not allowing him to lift his head.
"OK baby, cum inside me," she said as he began. "That's it."
Angela stared at the ceiling as she held his head firmly. Her mind was
far from the sex they were sharing right now. The thoughts of taking
him to get his nails done and polished like a woman or have his hair
perm at a salon while she waited or had to watch caused a tear to fall
from the side of her eye.
Dexter was going out to a local mall today to purchase a new wardrobe.
All women's clothes and accessories. Of course their would be many
more trips like this one as it would be impossible to do all the
shopping in a single day. He knew nothing of the agenda for the day
but Angela did. He was only told at the last moment to keep his stress
levels down and the resistance time to a minimum.
Dexter would be in a dress and high heels today. Angela felt it was
more to expose him in public to people he knew that he wanted to be a
woman than to achieve anything practical. A dress and heels was a
little excessive for a shopping trip in Angela's eyes. She felt so
sorry for him, but she wanted to share something bigger in life with
him. She now closed her eyes and hung on tight while Dexter continued.
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Sarah closed the door and opened the specially delivered message from
Queen Jewel.
"Damn it," Sarah said throwing the message on her desk.
"Bad news?" Clarence asked looking up from what he was doing.
"The Queen has cancelled Dexter's request for an audience. I have to
submit another request and they say it will be at least three weeks
before an audience will even be considered."
"What do you make of that?" Clarence asked.
"I don't know. I mean she wasn't going to grant him any concessions at
the one we had scheduled anyway. I just wanted to see her body
language and see if there would be a slip of the tongue," she said
walking over to her desk.
There was a knock at the door.
"We expecting someone?" Clarence asked as Sarah walked to the door.
"I am," Sarah said looking back at him as she opened the door.
She opened the door an there stood Lynn Ferguson.
"Come on in Lynn. It's good to see you," Sarah said looking now at
Clarence.
"Clarence was just leaving. He has some follow up research to do at
the mall. I want to know more about the employees there, especially
the custodians."
"Oh...yes... right. I was just headed out. It so good to see you again
Mrs. Ferguson. "You look very nice today."
Clarence gathered his things together and hurried to the door.
"I was curious as to why you were so dressed up this morning," he said
under his breath as he reached for the door.
"Get out," she said softly hurrying him along.
"Hussy," said in a joking parting shot.
"Please have a seat Lynn. I want to know how Dexter is handling
everything after talking to the siblings."
"Well, he doesn't seem to be any worse. I guess that's all I can say
about that. Aaron is handling things OK it seems but Michelle is
having a hard time coping with all this."
"Well, actually that's better than I expected at this stage of the
game."
"Really?"
"Most men in Dexter's situation would be in deep despair right now.
Probably would have run at every opportunity, and would probably
anatomically be women by the end of this week. Yes he is doing
remarkably well."
"Why do you think that is?" she asked after hearing Sarah's assessment
that Dexter's resistance was less than the average man's somehow.
"I don't know really. Maybe because he thinks it will not happen? But
then again if that was the case why cooperate and demoralize yourself
in front of everyone you know?"
Sarah sat down next to Lynn and opened a folder.
"Sarah are you familiar with any of the EKG's people from when your
husband was there?"
"Not really. As you know they weren't to socialize privately outside
the kings security areas."
"I know. Did you ever find it odd that a small faction of them
escorted you to the kings chambers on your wedding night and your
husband knew nothing about it nor did those guards seem to care what
was happening. They had to at least know who you were."
Lynn had never tried to analyze that night in her mind before. She
tried to forget it. That would be strange though.
"What are you saying," she asked as if he had all the answers.
"Oh Lynn honey," Sarah said taking her hand. "I don't have the
answers. I just have a lot of questions that don't make sense right
now. I was hoping you could shed some light. Anything that you
remember. You'd be surprised at how the tiniest things can pull it all
together."
"It was a very traumatic night for me," she said firmly.
"Lynn, I had a very traumatizing, tragic event happen in my past. It
was very difficult for me to even carry on with my life much less
become a successful attorney. Somehow I was directed to handle this
case. It was pushed my direction by forces from the past neither of us
understand."
"I don't understand," Lynn said gently pulling her hand back feeling a
little uncomfortable now with the way Sarah was holding it still.
"Somehow our pasts have crossed paths or are both somehow a part of a
larger issue or some sort of conspiracy that I have no idea what it
is.......yet."
"What does it have to do with my son becoming a woman?"
"I am known for fighting for the rights of those male prisoners who
face sex change as part of their life sentence. I personally talk to
the Queen on behalf of each one. Other than that, I haven't a clue as
to why I was chosen."
Lynn lowered her eyes.
"I see," she said. "I am taking Dexter out in public today to purchase
some women's clothes. He needs something to wear for this evil game
the Queen is playing," she said almost hissing the last part.
"And I'm sure this will be very difficult for him and you."
"Sarah will you give me your honest opinion on this? What are our
chances of changing the Queen's mind about the decree?"
Sarah looked to her with sympathetic eyes.
"Zero," she said in a very professional manner. "It is going to happen
I'm sure of it, I just don't know why."
Sarah was little surprised by Lynn's reaction. She just shook her head
as if she were already totally aware of the fact.
"Listen Lynn, I know today will be difficult. I'm sure Angela will be
spending some alone time with Dexter afterwards trying to console and
support him. You need some support too. Why don't you put on a nice
dress this evening and allow me to take you out for dinner."
Lynn looked at her for a moment and thought.
"I haven't been out with anyone since my husband died. I have been
asked many times. And now my first date is going to be with a girl.
Hmmm...." she chuckled at the quip as she stood. "OK Sarah, I'll have
dinner with you this evening." she said offering her hand for Sarah to
shake.
"Great, how's seven sound."
"Perfect."
Lynn left the building and Sara reflected on the last part of their
conversation.
"You didn't date anyone for ten years because you weren't allowed or
it was dangerous. You are not being completely forthcoming with me
about your past Lynn Ferguson," she thought to herself. "That's OK,
I'll take my time."
Sarah knew there was more to this and Lynn wasn't telling her the
whole story, but then again Sarah wasn't telling her entire story yet
either.
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Olivia stood faced his husband the Duke. Olivia had spent three hours
dressing and preparing for his husbands visit. Rarely did he see the
Duke twice in such a short span.
Olivia was wearing a full length sapphire evening gown with a low cut
bodice to expose the maximum cleavage. The top of the gown adorned in
sequins and the skirt was pure satin. The high heels were difficult
enough, but he was hobbled between the knees to prevent him from
suddenly doing anything. His hair up as usual and sprayed stiff so not
a single hair could stray out of place.
"Hello Olivia," the Duke said as he approached.
"Hello darling. So wonderful to see you again so soon," Olivia gushed
in fake praise returning his husbands kiss with full simulated
enthusiasm.
"Where's Marie? I always so look forward to meeting her. She is such a
wonderful woman and a pleasure to be around." Olivia had a large smile
in her face.
"She won't be able to visit anymore I'm afraid. "I'm sorry, I know you
enjoyed her company," the Duke said knowing how Olivia really felt.
"Oh darling," Olivia said sounding alarmed placing his hand on his
chest. "I'm sure she was just making an idle statement last time when
she called me highness. I really don't think she was aware that we
were actually married. Just a slip of the tongue you know."
"Well things happen," the Duke said stepping back to make a drink.
"Darling, did you send her away, or did you make her disappear?"
Olivia enquired.
"Don't you worry about those things," he said turning to face him.
Olivia had a slight smile on her face. He hoped for the worse and was
probably right.
"Oh well she's gone I guess," Olivia said sounding disappointed.
"You are being circumcised on Friday. We're still going to do that,"
the Duke said as if it that yielded power.
"Of course we are darling. I can't wait. I wouldn't have it and other
way," Olivia said with a smile.
The Duke finished his drink and took Olivia by the arm forcing the
hobbled man to the chair where he was sat down rather roughly and
forced to turn his head to the side to face the Duke. Olivia sat with
his hands folded daintily in his lap waiting patiently while the Duke
unzipped his pants. He held that pose and opened his lips wide. Ten
minutes later the Duke was done and left the room.
Olivia just sat there still with his hands folded in is his lap with
his head turned to the side. He had not moved even after the Duke had
left. His hair was a mess from being used to grip and control his
head. His lipstick in need of repair with just the slightest shine of
semen on his cheek from where his husband had bumped his face when he
removed his dick from his mouth, and a long strand of hair in back was
a hanging lose where his husband had taken a hand full of hair and
wiped his dick in it before putting it back in his pants.
To the reader i will be writing chapter 14 and I plan on it being a
longer and more fulfilling chapter. I would like to hear your
questions about what you see or wonder like, "Why can't the siblings
know why he is having to do this." I will e answering that in the
chapter.
Jo
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