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I'm Now Called Dee Ch.09
At the club that night, I wiggled my ass, flirted like crazy. I could
have had any man I wanted. Then I saw Craig, my eyes lit up. Revenge is
sweet, I thought. I pointed Craig out to Kate and told her, if I wasn't
home by mid morning, to call Pamela. She knew where Craig lived.
"Are you sure that's a good idea?"
"Oh he's going to get his punishment, but he'll not realise who he
fucked, till I'm well away."
Craig thought he'd struck lucky and that he'd be fucking this girls
eyes out tonight. Oh, I'd let him fuck me but he didn't realise who was
in charge. Dangle the prospect of sex in front of him and he was putty
in my hands.
When we got back to his place, I let him strip me, as I stripped him
and made him sit in a chair.
"Do you like my tits? Do you want to lick them and suck them?"
"Yesss."
I took a photo of him suckling them.
"Do you like my pussy?" I said spreading my lips and fingering myself,
"do you want to taste it?"
"Ohhh yesss."
I took another photo.
"What's with the photos?" he mumbled, his face between my thighs.
"I just thought I would like to share our time together."
The dumb, vain fool, that he was, hadn't a clue. I faked an orgasm.
Straddling him and resting my head on his shoulders, I let him think I
was coming down from a high. I could feel his hardness, twitching,
between our bodies. I started a slow grind against his prick. Taking
him in hand, I guided him inside me. All too soon I realised he was
close to cumming, I faked another orgasm.
I felt him cum inside me, his erection started to wilt. I tried using
my vaginal muscles to milk him and hopefully revive his erection. All I
ended up doing was expelling his cock.
Did I enjoy it? It was alright, but was over too quickly. He was the
first person to cum inside me, I felt indifferent. Could you lose your
virginity twice? Once as a male, and once as a post op female? As these
thoughts whirled round my head, he was drifting off to sleep.
"Oh no you don't! You aren't finished yet. Clean up your cum, lick it
out of my vadge," I said shaking him.
At last I had an orgasm, nothing spectacular, but it would do. Plus I
had lots of photos to use.
I crawled back into bed with Kate, around 6 am, and snuggled up.
"You're back early, did you enjoy yourself?" she mumbled.
"Oh I enjoyed the revenge and the power I had over him, I'm not sure
about the sex."
I thought she'd fallen back to sleep.
"You need to try a man you have no history with," she mumbled, wrapping
her arm around me, snuggling into my back and promptly falling asleep.
We spent a leisurely morning in bed making, slow but passionate, love,
and talking.
"You know I meant what I said last night about another man."
"I don't need to," I said, "I've tried one man and I know what I
prefer."
"No, you had a grudge against him, so that's not a fair trial."
I was getting upset, was she pushing me away? Apparently not, she
encouraged me to try a relationship with a man I had no history with.
She said I had to be sure about my sexuality, or I would always wonder
what might have been. She would never forgive herself if I stayed with
her, out of loyalty, but was unhappy.
In the afternoon, I printed some of the pictures and wrote a note for
Craig. Telling him the woman he had sex with last night, was the same
lesbian he had claimed to have given a screaming orgasm, who was also
his ex work colleague Dave. Placed everything in an envelope, sealed it
and went to visit Pamela and Yvonne.
I asked Pamela to place it on his desk in the morning and let me know
what his reaction was.
"What's in the envelope?" she asked, feeling and shaking it. "It feels
like postcards? Dirty postcards?"
"Sort of."
"Can I see them?"
"No!"
"What are you up to? You wicked girl."
She put the envelope in with his morning mail and waited. When he got
round to opening my envelope the photos spilled out, she heard a gasp,
as he quickly gathered them up.
"What did you send him? He keeps surreptitiously looking at the photos
and the letter. He has an obvious tent in his trousers, which he keeps
trying to hide, if he has to get up," texted Pamela later that morning.
"I'll tell you l8er," I text back.
It wasn't the reaction I expected. What was going on?
Pamela and Yvonne came round later that evening.
"What did you send him? I was worried at one point, because he kept
looking over at me," said Pamela.
I gave her a brief outline of what happened, without going into too
much detail. She told me he eventually approached her.
"You know Dee don't you?" he said. "I'd like to meet her again, just to
talk, please ask her."
I agreed, because I was curious, but it would be on neutral territory
with Kate in attendance. Pamela and Yvonne insisted they were coming
too.
"Safety in numbers," they said.
We decided to meet in a cafe, not one of our usual ones. When we got
there Craig was already waiting. We ordered our coffees. Kate, Pamela
and Yvonne sat two tables away, while I sat with Craig. We had the
longest, and most revealing, conversation I'd ever had with him.
"Dee, the other night was amazing, I don't care that you used to be
Dave, you are a gorgeous woman. Sorry I gave you a hard time in work, I
was jealous, you seemed to get on so well with all the women. I
couldn't understand why, you looked so...so..."
"It's OK, you can say effeminate."
"OK, I didn't want to put my foot in it again. If I'd known what you
were going through, I hope I would have been more understanding.
Normally I don't have a problem with people's sexuality, but when I've
had a drink or three and all the women want nothing to do with me,
well, my jealousy makes me aggressive."
"Craig, you need to drop your macho man attitude, too macho isn't
appreciated, show your more caring side. You certainly surprised me
today, with a side of you I didn't know existed."
Going out clubbing and flirting, soon had men interested, offer them
the possibility of sex and they were easily manipulated. I ended up
having a brief affair, six weeks, with Derek. I took care to pick a
single man, Derek was divorced. I did like seeing his head between my
thighs while he licked, sucked and nibbled. I liked him between my legs
as he entered me and best of all I made him clean me up by licking his
cum out of me. Eventually he suggested spending the weekend together,
we could go to London, take in a show, see the sites and stay over in
an hotel. I'd only ever spent 2 or 3 intimate hours, at a time, with
him before. So excitedly I said yes.
I went to buy myself a sexy nighty and some sexy lingerie for the
weekend, I wanted to impress. As the weekend approached, I grew more
excited and nervous. What would it be like? A whole weekend!
We checked into the hotel Friday evening, went out for a meal, wandered
round looking at the lights along the Thames. All day my excitement had
been quietly bubbling just below the surface. My panties were soaking
by the time we got back to the hotel. I tried on my new nighty, it
didn't stay on for long. Soon I was on all fours on the bed as he took
me doggy style. I could feel his ball sack smacking into the back of my
thighs. After a short rest I mounted him cowgirl style, I was looking
forward to a night of sex. The sex didn't last as long as I'd hoped. He
couldn't manage anymore and fell asleep. I was still revved up and
spent the next hour pleasuring myself, while he slept.
I'd forgotten that in my pre-op days, I wouldn't have lasted, but post-
op me seemed to be able to have multiple orgasms and still want more. I
couldn't help but compare the difference in feelings of the positions
pre and post-op. I still marvelled at how wet I became, how my vulva
opened and my labia and clit swelled up and became sensitive. I'd often
seen Kate in an aroused state, but now this was happening to ME. I'd
deliberately aroused myself so I could watch the changes, the only way
I could describe it was opening up like a flower. My conclusion was
women got the better deal.
In the morning we woke up to more sex. He wanted to do 69, while I was
happy for him to eat me out, I couldn't bring myself to take him in my
mouth. I masturbated him and kissed it, but no way was that going in my
mouth, nor was I going to swallow cum. He spoilt the moment with his
next comment.
"I can't put my finger on it, but you taste subtly different from the
other women I've had."
a. I didn't want to know about his other women. Was it unreasonable to
wonder just how many women he'd been with? Was I just another notch on
his bedpost? And, b. If I tasted different, it was no great surprise,
my fluids weren't produced by the same glands as a cis-woman. Kate had
never commented and was happy bury her face in me.
After breakfast we visited the Tower of London. As the day progressed I
started to wonder about our relationship, he wasn't really listening to
me, or my opinions, it seemed to be all about him. By the time we went
to the show in the evening, I was distracted. Back at the hotel, I
thought, no I have to give it a chance, maybe it's just me. In bed it
was the usual routine, he started by eating me, then crawled between my
legs and started humping away. My heart wasn't in it. There was no
connection, no love, it was just sex for sex's sake. I was dry, the sex
was chafing and my sensitive parts were sore. When he came I rushed to
the bathroom and locked myself in.
Sitting on the bidet, washing myself out, I was crying. I felt like a
whore, he'd paid the money and I was letting him have sex. When I
thought back, it had only ever been about sex, there was no love.
Before this weekend I had been in control, that was what I loved. Now
it felt as if the tables had turned and I missed the companionship and
love I shared with Kate.
If I stayed in the bathroom long enough, maybe he'd be asleep. It was
too late to go home now. Besides I was too nervous, as a single woman,
to make my way home in the early hours. I was determined that as soon
as the streets were busier with people out and about, I would leave.
I wished I'd brought my pyjamas, or at least a pair of my comfy cotton
work knickers, instead I put on the french knickers and the nighty, in
the forlorn hope of some protection.
I was woken in the morning to, "Have you ever had anal?"
My knickers had been pulled to the side and he was attempting to push
his prick between my cheeks. I shot out of bed, grabbed my clothes and
locked myself in the bathroom.
"What's up? Come back to bed, let's have some fun."
I didn't answer. I quickly dressed. Thinking nobody uses my rear-entry,
my ass, my boy pussy now. Not even Kate. I have a vagina now, please
have the decency to use it. Obviously I wasn't thinking straight,
because I didn't want him to use it anymore.
Storming back into the bedroom, I said, "You don't love me! You're just
using me! I never want to see you again! Where's my train ticket?"
I rifled through his pockets, till I found it, then throwing the rest
of my stuff into my overnight bag, I stormed out of the room, slamming
the door. I didn't even hear his protests, I was too angry and upset.
To cap it all, when I left, I realised we'd stayed in one of a chain of
budget hotels. Bloody cheapskate, I thought, he could at least have
picked a small cozy independent. Oh god, I'm even thinking like a
whore.
On the train journey home, I looked a mess, no makeup, tears streaming
down my face. Most people avoided me, just stared curiously. One woman
asked if I was OK and offered some tissues so I could blow my nose and
wipe my eyes.
"I'm OK, it was just a date that ended badly. I just want to get home,"
to my wife, I said, and thought.
"Did he hurt you? If he did you should report him to the police."
"It's only my pride that's been hurt, but thanks for your concern."
Arriving home, Kate was in the kitchen.
"Your home earl... Oh come here," she said wrapping her arms round me.
Leading me into the conservatory, our favourite space to relax, she
rocked me in her arms while I cried into her shoulder.
After checking that I hadn't been physically hurt, she said, "Whenever
you feel ready, and only if you want to, you can tell me what
happened."
I went for a long soak in a hot bath, dressed, made myself presentable,
did my hair and applied my makeup. I was ready to face the world. I was
back home in the arms of the one person I truly loved. Of course I told
her what happened, after all we shared everything, even the fantasy
about her sister, that I'd been so ashamed of.
The upshot was, a couple of months later we renewed our marriage vows.
The first time round Kate had chosen to say 'Love, Honour and Cherish,'
I chose to say 'Love, Honour and Obey.'
All Kate's family were there, my mum was there, my father still
wouldn't talk to me, but he was talking to mum about me. Even referring
to me as she, sometimes. Would he eventually accept me?
Craig was there with his new girlfriend, it seemed that all he needed
was a good woman to take charge, and not just in the bedroom.
Ellie was sharing a house and super king size bed, with Mike and
Rachel. She was the alpha in that triangle.
Kate and I were going on a second honeymoon, round the Greek islands.
THE END
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If you followed this story to the end, many thanks. I have enjoyed
reading your comments and nobody, so far, has shot me down in flames.
Your criticisms will, I hope, help me improve.
I was inspired to write this after seeing makeup being applied to an
apparent woman. On passing I noticed that the beautician was covering
up a 5 o'clock shadow. I just thought how brave s/he was.
I have also often wondered what it would feel like to have a woman's
body? After all how could I be whole person if I couldn't also
experience the minutia of womanhood.
I have made some assumptions for the sake of the story. If I have made
factual errors, that is down to my ignorance and relying on the
internet/google, and we all know how misleading some pages can be.
Quick survey for the ladies
What do you call your vulva and vagina? Do you use different terms
depending on circumstance, such as
a. Amongst your female friends.
b. Amongst male friends or mixed company.
c. When passionate with your lover or partner.
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