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Fender, Bender Gender by Suzanne Knight
"Could I see your license and registration please Ma-am?"
This would be the icing on the cake of an evening comprised of multiple
layers of disappointment.
I was driving home from an incredibly frustrating first, and last date
with a guy that I had developed an on line relationship with over the
past month. I was approaching a green traffic light, when blue lights
started to flash, I braked quickly but the driver behind didn't react in
time and crashed into the back of my car.
I leaned over and got my registration and insurance card out of the
glove compartment and fished my license out of my wallet and stepped out
of the car. I handed him the license and registration and turned to walk
back to survey the damage.
The other driver: a tall, well dressed, older man probably in his late
50's or early 60's, walked up and said, "I am so terribly sorry; it was
my entire fault, are you all right?"
I shrugged my shoulders and replied, "All things considered I am OK. It
looks like your car got the worst of it."
Indeed his BMW was hissing and leaking antifreeze and had two flat
tires.
Just then the policeman bellowed, "Oh there must be some mistake; this
license is for someone of the male gender."
The other driver looked surprised but said nothing.
I turned and said, "There is no mistake that is my license and despite
how I am dressed I am a male."
The policemen smirked and said, "Very well SIR, I must say you look
lovely tonight; have you had anything to drink?
I replied, "A glass of wine with dinner."
He walked right up to me, looked me up and down and said, "You could
blow into a Breathalyzer at the station or."
He rubbed his crotch and continued.
"I have another piece of test equipment right here you could blow."
I paused momentarily to think of a reply, but before I could think of
something the older gentleman said, "Officer your behavior is
outrageous; I have made a note of your badge number and will be
reporting you."
The policeman replied contemptuously, "Go right ahead, the Chief doesn't
care for perverts like him or people like you that are fond of
perverts."
Just then a tow truck appeared, making me even more suspicious that this
accident was no accident.
The older gentlemen said, "I am appalled at this treatment and now feel
all the worse for having caused the accident."
I replied, "That tow truck must have been nearby waiting for the call, I
am not so sure this was entirely your fault, but let's exchange
information and get going as soon as we can."
He nodded.
The tow truck driver came over to him to ask where the car should be
towed. He gave him an address of a dealership not far from where I live.
He then asked the driver, "Can I ride with you and then you could drop
me near my home it's on the way."
The driver snarled in reply, "I don't give rides to perverts."
He asked cash payment, which the poor guy gave him.
The police officer gave us each accident report forms and said, "Enjoy
the rest of your evening!"
He and the tow truck driver then headed off no doubt to split up the
cash.
Then the older gentleman got on his cell phone, no doubt looking for a
ride home.
I stood next to my car and lit a cigarette, still a little shaken by the
whole experience.
He kept sneaking peeks at me which I found a bit strange since he
obviously knew about me. Then again I looked good.
I was wearing a black lace sleeve, faux wrap evening dress I bought at
Kohl's, Nine West black point toe stilettos, pearl drop earrings, a
diamond gold and sterling bracelet, an opal ring and a gold signet ring.
Underneath I had on a black bra holding weighted falsies, a waist
cinching corset, thigh high stockings and a gaffe.
I wore a shoulder length, wavy, medium blonde wig with bangs. I had put
on long false eyelashes, a cherry red lipstick and artificial
fingernails in the same color. I the final touch was a splash of Dior
J'adore perfume.
Like many cross dressers I have some good features and some not so good.
I am 42 years old, 5'10" tall and neither skinny nor fat. but my
shoulders are too broad, hips too narrow, brow too heavy , eyes too
small and lips too thin. The good news is other than the broad shoulders
I can camouflage most of my shortcomings with makeup, hip pads, and
appropriate wardrobe choices. Of my assets, the best is my ass which is
quite round, my hands and feet are small, and my skin is soft. Best of
all I can pull off a sexy voice, almost but not quite a kind of a
Suzanne Pleshette, Kathleen Turner sound.
He didn't seem to be having any luck getting a ride. I glanced down at
the accident report and saw he lived just a little off on my route home.
As he snuck another peek I motioned to him to come over. As he did I
took a deep drag, exhaled, and threw the cigarette down on the pavement
and crushed it out with the sole of my shoe.
I said, "Look why don't I give you a ride home, I have to go that way."
He looked surprised and maybe a bit uncomfortable and replied, "I
couldn't impose on you after all I caused this whole mess."
I smiled and said, "Well first, I think this whole thing was a set up by
the cop and the tow truck driver; second, you defended me with the cop
or you probably could have gotten a ride in the tow truck; third it was
just my bad karma."
A pensive look crossed his face and asked, "Bad karma?"
I replied, "Yea I started out this evening in hopes of getting rear-
ended by a handsome guy, I just didn't see it happening like this."
I watched as a broad grin expanded across his face but quickly his
expression turned pensive. I thought to myself, 'That was too much
information.'
I said, "Well OK I am not hanging around here all night, if you want a
ride, hop in!"
I climbed into the driver seat and before I could get the engine started
he was climbing in the passenger side.
As he fastened his seat belt, I noticed the wedding ring on his finger.
He said, "I really appreciate this, I was striking out trying to find a
ride, and by the way I am Paul Buchanan."
I replied, "Nice to meet you Paul, call me Briana."
I continued, "I guess nobody was home at your house?"
Paul replied, "Well not exactly, my wife is disabled and cannot drive."
I said, "Oh I am sorry."
He replied, "Thank you she suffers from MS, I tried my son who is home
from college; but he was out on a date and somewhat reluctant to leave
her."
I laughed and said, "I 'm glad his is going well than my date did."
Paul laughed and said, "I guess it was a first date and he is really
into her."
Still pissed that my date didn't get into me, I changed the subject and
asked, "Were you working late tonight, Paul?"
He replied, "Sort of, I was attending a board meeting; I am the Chief
Executive of Memorial Hospital. What do you do Briana?"
I replied, "Well Briana doesn't do much but spend money: fortunately my
alter ego, Brian is a CPA in private practice."
As I answered, I glanced over at him to catch him staring at my legs,
which I now realized were showing up to mid-thigh, because I hadn't
pulled my dress down when I got in the car. He quickly looked away but
knew he was caught.
I said, "It's OK Paul; don't be embarrassed, I understand I am a bit of
an oddity and something you don't run into everyday."
He laughed and said, "Well I certainly did run into you today."
Now I was the one laughing.
He went on.
"I have met transgendered people before, and I have to admit I did not
pick up on that when I first saw you."
I laughed and said, "I will take that as compliment even though it was
dark and you were a bit shaken up."
He replied, "It wasn't that dark!"
He continued, "When I saw you get out of your car my first impression
was that you were a very attractive woman."
I thought, 'Hmmm, he seems intent on compliments.' I replied, "Well
thank you, I appreciate that you think I am attractive, but I am not a
woman nor even close to one. I am simply a part time cross dresser."
With that the conversation shifted to directions as I got near his
house. I pulled into the driveway and stopped.
I reached out my hand and he took it and said, "Thank you so much for
the ride Briana, it was a pleasure running into to you!"
I smiled and said, "You are most welcome Paul, I enjoyed your running
into me!"
He smiled and said, "Good night and drive safely."
After I got home I kicked off my shoes, poured a glass of Merlot and
tried to make sense of my evening.
Bill, my so called date and I had corresponded on a dating site for a
few weeks. He seemed to be very much what I was looking for; that being
a straight acting guy with gay or bisexual tendencies. After all the
effort I go through to transform into Briana, I want to be the girl and
I want my date to be the guy. I haven't been at this all that long; I
was in complete denial until my mid- thirties. Then a broken marriage
and a lot of therapy got me to this point. I wasn't too picky about who
I dated at first. Well dated is kind of a misnomer, it was mostly a
string of one night stands. Most of those guys were weird, but who am to
judge. As long as they had a working penis I was happy. I eventually
graduated from my promiscuous stage and while I looked for Mr. Right I
took comfort in my dildos. Bill seem perfect, he had all the right
answers, and said all the right things. We agreed to meet at an
alternative friendly restaurant/bar downtown. As I walked into the bar I
saw him sitting in a booth and I walked right over saying as I got
there, "Bill it is so."
I stopped in mid-sentence.
As he stood up to greet me I noticed he was six inches shorter that his
profile said. While he gave me a hug, I smelled body odor. He said,
"Briana you are more beautiful in person that in your photos."
He guided me onto the same side of the bench as he was sitting.
There was a glass of Merlot waiting for me which I sipped.
He said, "I took the liberty of ordering the Fettuccine Alfredo for
you."
This was not going well, I really don't care for Fettuccine Alfredo, and
he was short, very short. We struggled through some awkward conversation
during dinner. All the time he kept rubbing his hands up and down my
legs.
As the plates were cleared, he whispered, "I have a room reserved at the
hotel next door."
Now to go with him being vertically challenged, and the BO, he had bad
breath. Now something beyond dinner may have been hinted at in our last
conversation but it wasn't promised.
I smiled and leaned over and said, "Great, I hope you sleep well."
With that I got up and walked quickly out as I could hear him yelling,
"Get back here you cock sucking bitch!"
And of course the next man I talked to was the cop. But then there was
Paul, who was at least nice to me.
The alarm rang too early the next morning; I guess it was the usual
time, maybe I should have stopped after the first glass of wine.
Then it was back to Brian mode, a lot of work from my home office in the
morning, thankfully. Then a bunch of client meetings in the afternoon.
I got back home in the middle of the afternoon with a long to do list.
As I contemplated where to start on my list, the doorbell rang.
I opened the front door and was surprised to see a delivery guy with a
large beautiful bouquet of flowers.
He asked, "These are for Briana."
I replied, "She is not home right now, I will see that she gets them."
Fortunately they were in a vase, because I don't have any in my condo. A
note was attached which I opened immediately.
It said, "Briana.
Thanks for the ride, I need to discuss an insurance matter, call me
Paul."
Wow, he sent me flowers! that has never happened to me before. Oh I got
the electronic flowers on a dating site a few times but this was
different, these were real, and they smelled wonderful.
Now a million thoughts ran through my head, here are just a few:
What insurance matter could he want to talk about?
Was it just an excuse to talk to me again?
Why would he want to talk to me again?
Is he interested in me?
Just how interested in me could he be?
Am I interested in him?
How interested in him could I be?
He was older but not bad looking and he was nice!
But , and it was a big but,he was married and she was disabled.
Should I call him now?
Does that make me seem too eager?
Eager for what?
I took a deep breath and sat down. He sent me flowers so I should call
and thank him. So it doesn't matter about the insurance.
Why he wants to talk will become obvious when we talk. If he suggests
another meeting then that would indicate that he had some interest in
me. Just what that meant would be clear if and when I agreed to meet
him. I am not going to be able to concentrate on anything else so I
might as well call him soon. Now I only had to figure out how to respond
to a request to meet again if indeed it happened. Using the acid test
men use, if I found him naked in the bed would I throw him out? It
didn't take long to answer No I would not! Now I found the wife issue
troubling but it was a long way down a path strewn full of" ifs and
maybes" between where I was now and hoping into bed with her husband. I
decided I would cross that bridge when I came to it.
So the only thing between me and picking up the phone was this minor
idiosyncrasy. I can't sound and talk likes a woman unless I am dressed
as a woman. I have no idea why that is, but it has always been that way.
So it was up to the shower, a quick shave, and put on the same blonde
wig, applied some basic makeup and put on a bra and panties and silky
robe and slippers.
I went down stairs and grabbed my phone a dialed the hospital where he
worked, I worked my way through the phone tree and a woman answered,
"Mr. Buchanan's Office."
I said in my best female voice, "I would like to speak to Paul Buchanan
please."
She responded, "Who may I say is calling?"
I replied, "Just tell him it is Briana."
After a slight pause Paul came on the line. "Briana, how good of you to
call."
I replied, "The flowers are beautiful, how could I not call to thank
you?"
He replied, "I was wondering if I could stop by tonight on my way home
from work, there are some insurance matters I would like to discuss."
Tonight! I thought in panic mode;that would only be in a couple of
hours, Regaining my composure I asked, "What kind of matters?"
He replied, "Oh deductibles, substitute transportation, things like
that. II want to be sure you aren't going to have any financial loss
from my stupidity."
Now since he hit me from the rear, my deductible would be waived, he
would likely know that. He wouldn't know whether my policy covered a
rental car or not, but both questions could be easily answered on the
phone.
I replied, "I talked to my insurance company and I think I am all set."
He replied, "Well they always tell you that and then the adjuster always
has another story, I just think we should discuss the matter. But I need
to run to a meeting so I'll come by about 6:30; is that convenient for
you?
I simply replied, "Yes Paul, I look forward to seeing you again."
He responded, "Great I'll see you shortly," and hung up.
Well he should have suspected I saw through the insurance matters ruse,
but he still insisted we should meet. And I just said yes. What did he
think was going to happen? Better still what did I think was going to
happen?
I rushed up stairs and completely redid my makeup and nails, to look as
much as possible as I did last night. I forced my torso back into the
waist cinching corset and put on a lacy white bra with the weighted
inserts. I pulled on some nude to the waist pantyhose. I decided on a
red pullover sweater with peek- a-boo shoulders and a simple black
pencil skirt.
It was just about 6:30 when I stepped into the same black stilettos I
wore last night. I put on the same rings but went with large gold hoop
earrings.
The doorbell rang; I took a deep breath and opened the door. He was
dressed in a navy blue suit, a pale blue striped shirt and a paisley
tie.
I smiled and said, "Paul please come in."
He said, "What a nice place you have."
I responded, "Yes but it was made all the nicer by the flowers you
sent."
I gestured toward the bouquet and continued. "Would you like something
to drink? I am afraid I only have beer and wine."
Paul responded, "I would love a beer."
I used my best impression of a runway walk over to the fridge; I could
feel his eyes staring at me and got out two bottles of Sam Adams.
I held them up and said, "Hope you like to drink out of the bottle, I
haven't run the dishwasher in days."
He laughed and said, "The bottle fine."
I opened them up and wiggled my way back over and motioned to him to
have a seat on the sofa. I handed him a bottle and sat at the other end
of the sofa and said, "So what is this insurance matter?
He took a sip of his beer and replied, "Well I was concerned that
without the right coverage you would suffer a financial loss due to my
carelessness and if so I wanted to make sure you came out whole." I was
momentarily confused so I took a swig of my beer. When I heard him same
"came" and "hole", thinking it might me a double entendre, but sadly I
realized it wasn't.
Nevertheless I still slid my lips a little too far down the neck of the
bottle, and then I let it slide oh so slowly out of my mouth. I thought
why I am flirting with this guy; he is older and married to a disabled
woman. The answer came to me in an instant, it was because he was here
and I was horny. There would be plenty of time for regrets another day.
But for now I need to cut to the chase.
After a pause I said, "I have all the right coverages, but then we could
have figured that out on the phone. So really why did you really want to
meet with me today? My right hand played with my hair as I spoke.
He was either taken back by the question or unable to concentrate. After
a pause he replied, "Because I just cannot get you out of my mind."
Well there it was! I grabbed my cigarettes and a lighter off the coffee
table and lit one and took a very long drag and exhale. Then I said,
"Do you mind if I smoke?"
He smiled and said, "Not at all I kind of like it."
I took another drag and exhaled it right at him and said, "Well here you
go then!"
I continued. "Just what kind of thoughts do you have about me?"
"My wife is no longer able to have intercourse, and frankly I had lost
interest myself, but you stirred something in me last night and I can't
stop thinking about you."
Time to make sure he realized what is going on. I reached out and
touched his forearm and replied, "Paul unless you have a long repressed
desire for guys in dresses, I am not the one for you. I am not a real
woman; I am really just an illusion."
Paul replied, "Maybe so; but what an illusion it is! You dress and act
the way I remember sexy women doing it in the past, you are sexy and
funny and you make me want to be 20 years younger."
OK he had me right then and there. I licked my lips, batted my eyelashes
and said, "You work in a hospital full of women; don't some of them turn
you on?"
He replied, "The younger ones wouldn't be interested in a man my age,
and the older ones just don't do it for me."
I laughed and said, "But you figure someone like me wouldn't't be so
picky?"
He looked aghast and said, "No, no I didn't mean it like that!"
I slid across the sofa, looked right into his eyes, and his hand on my
knee and said, "Whether you meant it or not, you were right!"
He didn't't need any more encouragement, he leaned in and kissed me.
His kisses had the urgency of long pent up desire. I directed his hand
around to my ass, not wanting him to spoil the moment by him
inadvertently touching my cock. He pulled my pantyhose down and probed
my ass pussy with two fingers while he continued kissing me. His tongue
thrust into my mouth as his fingers pushed into my ass.
Tentatively I reached down to feel his crotch, hoping to find something
getting hard. He didn't't disappoint.
I pulled back from the kissing and said in my sexiest voice, "Oh did I
mention I was a bad girl."
With that I unzipped his fly and pulled down his shorts and grabbed his
semi hard cock.
I gave it a few jerks and it responded. I slipped off the sofa and knelt
in front of him, as he stood up and dropped his pants. I kissed his
inner thighs and his belly, then took his one of his balls in my mouth
and sucked on it as I continued jerking his shaft. He had unbuttoned his
shirt and I ran my two hands up and down his hairy chest as I took his
other ball into my mouth and sucked.
His cock was fully erect. It was not circumcised so I pushed he foreskin
back with my right hand as I held the base of his cock with my left.
Precum got on my hand, and I looked up at him and said, "Hmm an
appetizer."
As I licked it off my hand and then licked it off the head of his cock.
Then I kissed the every inch of his cock, and when that was done lifted
it up and licked the underside from the base to the tip. I opened wide
and just slipped the head into my mouth and wiggled it around. He moaned
with pleasure.
Then I slowly inserted it all the way in to the point I nearly gagged
and let it out ever so slowly. I had probably done that three or four
times when all of a sudden he grabbed my head with both hands and
started to thrust his cock into my mouth. I gagged and tried to spit it
out but he would have none of that and kept thrusting deeper and more
rapidly. Quickly his cock spammed and shot what seemed lick a pint of
warm salty cum. It went everywhere, I swallowed some, some squeezed out
of by mouth around his dick, and some came out my nostrils.
With that done he pulled out, and collapsed back on to the sofa. He was
red-faced and breathing heavy.
I was concerned but also felt and overwhelming need to clean up my face
and brush my teeth. As I got up I said, "Are you OK?"
He nodded.
I said, "I just need to clean up my face."
I went into the bathroom and washed my face and brushed my teeth and did
some repairs to my make-up. I was probably gone ten minutes or so.
When I came out he was looking much better. He said, He looked at me and
said, "I got carried away, I hope I didn't' ruin it for you."
Now truthfully I would have enjoyed it more if I had more time to play
with his cock. But I just smiled seductively and said, "I have no
complaints; I guess it must have been a while since you last blow job."
He laughed and replied, "Yea it sure has!"
He continued. "In the heat of passion I realized I hadn't't taken my
little blue pill."
I laughed and said, "From what I saw, you would be wasting your money to
refill that prescription.."
I lit a cigarette and took a very deep drag, turn my head to the left
and exhaled slowly. Now was the moment of truth.
I said, "So Paul was this just a quickie on your way home from work or
are you hanging around for a while?"
He smiled and replied, "While you were in the bathroom I text-ed my wife
and son and told them I was tied up. My son text-ed back to say he would
stay home with my wife."
I took another drag and exhaled it quickly, smiled seductively and said,
"Oh was I supposed to tie you up?"
He laughed and replied, "No! That won't be necessary. It may be a poor
choice of words but at first I had typed 'something has come up' and
that just seemed wrong."
I sat down and slid close to him on the sofa, inhaled deeply and blew
the smoke in his face and said, "But something did come up and it
didn't't feel wrong to me."
He looked uncomfortable and stood up; clearly he wasn't feeling it at
the moment.
Trying to shift the conversation he said, "I am starving, maybe we could
get a pizza delivered."
I replied, "Sure that is about the limit of my culinary talents."
I walked over to the fridge and pulled off the magnet for the local
pizza place, grabbed my phone and dialed the number. The guy at the
other end asked what I wanted and I responded, "Oh I really want a large
sausage."
I hung up the phone and looked at Paul and said, "He said it would be 30
minutes."
Paul nodded.
I continued. "When will yours be ready?"
Paul frowned and said, "You know you are really wicked."
I laughed and replied, "Oh I know and don't you just love that I am?"
I walked over to him, gave him a kiss, grabbed his tie and spun around
and started grinding my butt into his crotch.
Breathlessly I said, "30 minutes should be plenty of time!"
He started to thrust his pelvis, he was definitely getting into it.
I let go of his tie, and unzipped my skirt and let it fall to the floor.
He yanked down my pantyhose exposing my butt, grabbed my hips and pulled
me toward him as he thrust. He was definitely getting into it. Now if
his only his cock would get into me. His took his right hand off my hip
and then I felt his cock slowly enter my anus. This hand went back to my
hip. Then he pulled me onto his cock, this was nice, very nice.
Unfortunately he lost his balance and fell backward into a sitting
position on the sofa, and pulled me down with him. As he compressed the
cushions and came to a hard stop, I kept on falling, and his cock pushed
brutally past my sphincter, causing excruciating pain. I screamed!
He exclaimed, "Oh no have I hurt you!"
Letting the pain subside for a moment, I replied somewhat breathlessly,
"Yes, but I know how to make it better."
With that I started to wiggle my hips, causing waves of pleasure to
replace the pain.
He started to thrust.
I said, "Stop, I will take it from here."
Slowly I started to bounce up and down on his cock, at first not letting
penetrate much deeper. Then I picked up the pace, faster and deeper, and
faster and deeper. I was bouncing furiously up and down, my cock and
balls were flopping up and down with every bounce. Way too soon his
hips started to wiggle underneath me and I felt something warm deep,
deep inside. I rolled off of him and curled up on the end of the sofa.
The doorbell rang.
I looked over at him, he looked spent.
I said, "Get the door!, pizza was your idea!"
He staggered to his feet and started to the door.
I glanced at him and said, "Put your cock back in your pants stud!"
He paid for the pizza put it on the counter and came back to me still
curled up on the sofa and said, "Are you all right?"
I looked up at him and said, "I don't think I have ever been better!"
He said, "Would you care for a slice of pizza?"
I smiled wickedly and replied, "Not right now! I don't want to spoil my
appetite."
He looked puzzled.
"Go ahead and eat! Get your strength back, I am hungry for a third
course!"
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