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He Said, She Said By Cassandra Morgan Part I "You've got to divorce her, Jake. You don't have any choice." "I love her, Ray-Ray." "Love doesn't matter, Jake. Not anymore," Ray-Ray Buchanan, the best friend I ever had, took a sip of his Scotch. "Not since you fucked up." I scowled. "I did that, didn't I? No excuses. I screwed around with my secretary. What a cliche. I deserve to be punished." "Not the way she would punish you, Jake. I'm telling you. I've been around it before. A wife who's been cheated on can be a demon, red eyes and fangs and all that shit. She'll kick your ass good. She won't let up." "Underneath it all, she's still Marci. If I give it a chance, if I let her work through her anger, we'll make it." "It's done, Jake. You can accept that now, or you can let her unleash hell on you, and then she'll leave you by the curb. One way or the other, you will lose." I lifted my head. "We've got 11 years together, Ray-Ray. I have to give it a chance." "Remember Davie Jernigan?" Ray-Ray said. He walked to the bar and got another Scotch. "He cheated on his wife, Jenny, with the babysitter and she caught him. He lives in a dog cage now. A three-by-three dog cage. He eats out of a bowl. He's been drugged so heavily he's impotent forever." "That's not Marci," I said. "She wouldn't..." "How about Donnie Humphries? He stuck his dick into his secretary, and his wife found out. Now, he has the word "cheater" tattooed on his forehead. As I understand it, Mary Anne was going to have it tattooed on his bicep, but she changed her mind at the last minute. She got more and more pissed off." "Donnie was a fuck-up," I said. "How about Randal Willis? His wife Britney found out he had a thing for hookers. He spent thousands of company funds on them. The Board of Directors decided to make an example of him. I understand he's the bitch of Cell Block L at Folsom." "Jesus," I said. "This is what happens, Jake. The women of this town are bad ass. You don't fuck around on them and walk away. She will find something permanent, and something identifiable, and you'll have to live with it." "Then why doesn't she just divorce me and be done with it?" I asked. "Because she doesn't want property," Ray-Ray said. "She wants punishment. She wants to get even. She doesn't love you anymore, Jake. Frankly, I can't blame her." I slumped in my seat. "I know." "Why did you it then?" "Shit. Why does anyone cheat? Ego? Insecurity? Lust? Curiosity? Something different? I mean, I didn't love her. I was never going to leave Marci for her. It was just ... circumstance. That and Tequila." He nodded. "So is undergoing punishment going to wipe any of that away, Jake? Is letting her put you in shackles going to make you a better person? Is letting her pee on you every morning going to make you a Boy Scout? What if she makes you a male hooker? What if she takes you the a glory hole for lunch?" "Christ, you're twisted. Marci wouldn't do any of that. She's hurt inside. But she isn't a Josef Mengele." "I'm warning you, Jake," Ray-Ray said. "If you go back to her, if you agree to her terms, you'll regret it. Rage is a woman, Jake. Rage is undefeated. You know the old joke "why is divorce so expensive? Because it's worth it." "I've got to try to save my marriage, Ray-Ray," I said. "I owe her that much. Especially now." 'Then do me a favor. If things get weird, run. If she brings a surgeon into it, run. If she needs lock and keys, run. If there is anything wiggy, run." I smiled. "I won't need to run. She'll be Marci. I trust her." "If I were you, I'd just trust God. But even them, I wouldn't have blind trust. I'd still keep one eye open." Part II "So how was drinking beer with Ray-Ray?" Marci asked. She sat at the breakfast nook, her long blond hair spilling onto her t-shirt. She was drinking coffee. "It was good. Ray-Ray says hello." She laughed. "I'm sure he sends his regards. Right. What advice did he have for you, Jake?" "Well, he said that working things out was going to be hard for us. We knew that." "Come on, Jake. Don't bullshit me. What did your best friend in the history of you say about our little situation?" "He thinks we should get a divorce." She laughed again. "Now, that's more like it. Honesty. Jake, we're going to need honesty if we're going to work through this. And here's the thing. I'd listen to him if I were you. This isn't going to be easy for you. You're really going to have to be committed to us or it won't work. A lot of men would cut and run, and it would be hard to blame them. The same weakness that overcame you and Tillie the Slut will make you doubt this marriage. I'l tell you that right up front." "I understand. Marci, I'm so sorry." "You keep saying that. I suppose we'll see. I wonder if you'll make it a month. A week. Hell, a day. A lot of men don't. You know that down deep, men are bullies. Stand up to them, and they become wimps. Mary Anne taught me that.." "Mary Anne?" "Yes. Mary Anne Willis. We had dinner last night while you were out for drinks and marital advice. With Britney and Jenny. Nice girls. Their husbands couldn't make it, though." She giggled. "Marci, those women ... " "What? Those women got the last licks in on their cheating husbands? Well, they did. And their husbands deserved it. You know, Jake, we decided that we're a club. We're the No-Mercy Club. The Four Horsewomen of the Apocalypse. We're going to get T-Shirts and shit. We're going to have a secret handshake. And we're going to laugh about our revenge." "So is that what you have in mind for me? Prison? Impotence? Ruin?" "We'll see, won't we? You weren't man enough to stay faithful. Are you man enough for what I have in mind?" "I told you I'd try. I'm sure there's a line somewhere I won't cross. But I'll try." She grinned. "Jake, do you know what feminization is?" I paused. Was this a trick question? "It's a woman who cares about women's rights," I said. "Equal pay. Equal rights." "God, you're a dumb ass. That's a feminist. Feminization is when a wife gets fed up with her husband's bullshit and turns him into a girl. Or maybe it would be more accurate to say she turns him into a sissy. Slowly, so it will take. Carefully, so the world catches on." I looked at her, disbelieving the situation I was in. "No, Marci," I said. "That isn't right. I mean, I admit I fucked up. And you want, I'll leave. But I don't want that." She smiled. "Let's let the people who care what you think raise a hand, Jake. Do you think you're the victim here? Baby, I'm the victim. You're the villain. You will offer restitution, my kind of restitution, or you can hit the pavement. Your choice." "But a woman? My friends will laugh." "Your friends won't know. That's the sweet part. They'll think you're doing this out of some sense of self-discovery. You didn't realize you've always wanted to be a girl? Well, trust me, you have." "I won't do it." "Well, didn't you turn out to be brave? Okay, you can pack. Just so you'll know, though, I've moved our bank accounts I'd advise you to get your own lawyer and see if you can get to them. We'll probably have to sell the house, though. I don't think either can manage it on one paycheck. But if you now, the door stays closed forever." "No. I don't want to go," I said quietly.. She smiled. "Then it's my way. And baby, if you get your mind right, this could be fun. Think of all the men who do this on their own. The closets are full of them. Hell, Hollywood is full of them. And now, our house is going to be full of them. And the cool part is this: You can't tell anyone or the deal is off. You have to convince the world that your transgender." "Okay," I said. "If that's what you want, I'll put on a dress." "No, no," Marci said. "You have to earn your dress. You have to start small. Don't be in a hurry. This is going to last for a while. Maybe forever. I won't mutilate you ... unless you beg for it. Unless you say 'Please, Mistress, may I have a vagina for Christmas? All the other cheating bastards have one.' " She cackled. "That won't happen," I said. She shrugged. "Maybe not. But tell me, Jake. Are you thinking of running now? Do you want to call your lawyer and have him get you out of this mess you've made? I'll bet your are thinking of it. I can see the wheels spin." "I'd make an ugly woman," I said. "Maybe. Maybe not. But that's not the point. The point is to embarrass you beyond belief. The point is to make me laugh until I'm not pissed off at you any more. Jake, you betrayed me. You pissed all over 11 years of marriage. I was there for you, Jake. For 11 fucking years. You owe penance. And you'll pay. Or my lawyer and yours will sword fight. You want that?" "No," I said weakly. Tears were in my eyes. "That's my girl," she said. Part III "Hello, mother. Hi, dad." "Jake! I'm glad you could make it," my mom said. "Hi Marci. You look terrific as always." "Hi, Momma Hogan," Marci said. "I brought wine." "Oh, bless you, dear," my mother said. "I'll put it in the fridge to chill." "You two okay?" my father asked. "We're just great," Mr. Hogan. "Every day is a holiday and every meal is a banquet." "The pork is almost done," my mother said, returning to the room. "Come. Sit. Jake, Wait...what's that on your hands." "It's...nothing," I said. "Why, it's fingernail polish!" My mother said. "I love that Burgundy color. Have you become one of those metrosexuals?" "Well, not quite," Marci said. "Did you see his ring?" "Oh, that's ... nice," my mother said, haltingly. "It's very ... feminine. Is that a sapphire?" "No, it's just a sapphire imitation," Marci said. "But Jake likes wearing it. Don't you dear?" "Um...yes. It's pretty." "I think it looks, well, gay," my father said. "Are you gay now, Jake? Did you join a gay club?" "Oh, what is gay, really?" Marcy answered for me. "We're all fluid these days, aren't we? If Jake wants a little dick, he shouldn't have to rely on his own You know? Tell them, Jake." "Um...well....I'm not gay," I said. "I should think not," my father said, frowning. "How many blow jobs does a guy have to give before he's gay, anyway?" Marci said. "Six? Nine? A hundred and four?" My mother looked at me. "Do you do that, Jake? Because, frankly, I never liked it. How do you deal with the taste?" "He swallows it in a hurry, Momma Hogan," Marci said. "Don't you, Julie?" "Julie?" my father repeated. "Oh, I'm sorry," Marcy said. "That's my pet name for her. I mean, him. I'm sorry, Jules. I let your secret out of the bag." "I don't like this, Jake," my father said. "We thought you might not, Mr. Hogan," Marci said. "If you want, I'll put Julie back in the closet like she was growing up. That way, she can wear her dresses without you knowing about it." "You did that?" My mother said. "I thought my clothes were always out of order. Why didn't you tell me I had a daughter, Julie? I would have loved to have gone shopping with you." "It's not too late, Momma Hogan," Marci said. "The three of us can go this weekend. Do you want to come, Mister Hogan?" "I do not," he snarled. "I'm not a homo." "Paul!" my mother said. "Not in front of Julie." "Julie my ass," my father said. "I think Julie likes her own ass," Marci said. "Especially if Ray-Ray is over." "Ewww," my mother said. "I never liked it back there, did I Paul? Still, I don't imagine Julie has any other choice." "Well, only a few other choices." "Oh," my mom said. "Oooooh." "So where does this leave you, Marci," my father asked. "Your husband is a fruit salad at the Glitter Palace." "Oh, I'm coping," Marci said. "You can't deny a girl her true nature. I just like to watch when he's with a man. I think it's beautiful. Don't I, hon?" I stammered again. "Marci, let's not paint a vivid picture for mom and dad," I said. "This has to be a shock to them." "Well, not that much," my father said. "We kind of knew. We've talked about it for years, Julie. We always thought you might be gay. It's really not a big surprise." Marci smiled. "Well, I'm glad to have your support. If you see him dressed like a man from now on, then let me know. His therapist won't like it." "Yes, Marci," my mother said. "From now on, he's all girl." Part IV "Marci, do I have to shave my legs?" "What kind of silly question is that? Of course you do. All girls do." "But I'm not a girl. Not really." She shrugged. "Quit fighting me, Julie. Now apply the Nair, and then touch yourself up. It'll make your pantyhose feel terrific, trust me. You'll feel like a queen." "This is ridiculous." "No, you are. You look like the Tribute to Elton John float in the Gay Pride Parade. But a girl has to start somewhere. Caitlyn Jenner once shaved her legs for the first time. Laverne Cox, too. This is your debut, Julie. You should be excited." "I feel like a clown," I said. "You're going to feel like a princess. Now put these panties on." "They're....they're girly." "Of course they are. Look at that lace. Look at the bow. I'll bet the Kardashians wear panties like this. RuPaul, too. There. Don't those feel nice. Now the bra. Oh, that's cute. You need boobies, though. I'll have to buy you some. Or you could grow your own. Are you ready for the pills?" "The pills?" "The hormone pills, Julie. They'll make you feel so girly. The boobs are only part of the estrogen. The best part, I'm sure, but only a part. Your butt will get nicer, and your skin will get softer." "Please. No pills. Okay?" She laughed. "How about a half-dose? One in the morning and one at night. Then we'll re-evaluate in a month and see if we want a heavier dose." "Please, Marci. If I grow boobs, there will be no way out." "Of course there will. You can stop taking the pills, and eventually, you'll be a man again. Well, as much of a man as you ever were. Now put on your apron over your underwear. That's it. Turn and I'll tie it for you." "Marci?" "I know, I know. You're ready for your dress, aren't you? I've told you that has to wait until you're ready. Now, tell you what. The girls are coming to lunch tomorrow. You can wear your dress for the first time then. Won't that be nice?" "Marci, I don't want anyone to see me." "Well, you ninny. Isn't that the whole point of revenge. I'm going to humiliate you, Julie. I want the girls to wonder if you have a boyfriend. Maybe two. Now clean the kitchen and fold the laundry. Then I have a special treat for you." "A treat?" "I think it was porn that gave you the idea for your affair. So I'm going to reward you. Here. Let's put the disc on, and you can watch while you work....there. Oh...look at that." "Marci....those are both men." "Well, what the hell else would a girl look at? Look at the size of that thing, Julie. Do you think you could fit it in your mouth? I'll bet you'd like to try. I know I would. He's almost as big as Jerome from your office." "Jerome? Jerome Rigby?" "Yes, baby. You don't think I was home while you were screwing half of the city, do you? A girl has to have diversions of her own." "You cheated with Jerome?" I asked. "Well, I wouldn't call it cheating," she said. "I'd call it an eye-for- an-eye. Or a dick for a pussy, in this case. He was so big, so hard, so relentless. But tell me this:, Julie. Am I lying? Did I really fuck someone else? You figure it out. Did I put that big cock inside my pussy and grind, or am I just fucking with you? Maybe I fucked a woman, maybe Mary Anne? Maybe I didn't even get a name. Maybe I just opened my legs and had a party at Clancy's. You tell me." "You wouldn't. You're too good a person." "Maybe I've discovered that I'm good at sex. A woman with a homosexual husband has to be." "But I'm not..." "But you will be." Part V "Look at you, Julie. You're wearing a dress. You really are a sissy boy. So tell me: What do you think?" "I feel...silly." "Don't think of it like that. Think of the spanking I'll give you if. you don't wear it. Now, close your eyes and tell me how it feels. The underwear. All of it. Go article by article." "Well, the panties are smooth. And tight. They embrace you more than I ever thought they did. Is that elastic?" "Yes. Don't they feel a lot better than boy clothes. I've worn boxers a couple of times, but there is no comparison. What else?" "The bra feels strange The straps. The empty cups." "They won't always be empty. I'll see to that." "Don't talk like that," I said. "Please." She laughed. "Go on." "I don't like the girdle," I said. "It's too tight. I'd rather wear a corset." "A lot of women feel the same way. What else?" "The dress feels somehow comforting. Does that me a drag queen? But it's better than a skirt if you have to wear women's clothes." "A dress doesn't make you a drag queen, Julie. I made you a drag queen. You could be on RuPaul." "I like pantyhose," I said. "But heels kick my ass. I'm convinced I'm going to break an ankle." "Heels are the invention of sadistic men," Marcy said. "But they do make your legs look good." "Earrings seem okay. Guys wear earrings." "And..." "Makeup seems silly. I'm not crazy about lipstick, and eye makeup is going to leave me blind. I keep sticking things in my eyes." "I did that once," Marci smiled. "All girls do." "Nighties. I like nighties." "So let's recap. You like more than half of women's clothing. So this isn't that bad a punishment, is it? I'm actually doing you a favor, aren't I? I'm helping you satisfy your sissy soul" I hesitated. "Yeah, but when you put the clothes all together, I look silly. I feel silly." "You look fine. You're going to look fine all of the days that you're a sissy." "Will there be a lot of those?" I asked. "You know there will be.I'm still pissed off at you. Just live day by day. Forget about your old life. You're one of us now." "I guess." "So tell me. Would you rather have a threesome with two guys, or with a girl and a guy." "A girl and a guy," I said. "I'd want some female parts in my bed." "Would you rather drink a glass of sperm or have someone pee on you?" "Yuck. Pee. At least it wouldn't be in my mouth." "Would you rather kiss a man's balls or a woman's asshole?" "Who thinks of these questions? A women's ass, I guess." "Would you rather be handcuffed for a week or tattooed for life?" "Handcuffed." "Would you rather me sit on your face or spank your ass?" "Face." "Would you rather blow a guy or be butt-fucked by one?" "Blow. I'd at least be in control." "Would you rather watch your wife with a man or a woman?" "A woman." :"You may be disappointed," she said. "Would you rather wear a wedding dress or a prom dress." "Prom dress. Not as intense." "Would you rather have nice breasts or a bigger pecker?" "Jesus. A bigger pecker." "In your mouth?" "Unfair question," I said. Marci laughed. "Just surrender, Julie. You'll be better off." But surrender seemed so...final. It was safer to resist. Part VI "Twirl for me, Julie. I want to see you spin. That's it. Oh, that dress is just the right length. You are cute as a button." "Thank you, Marci." "Mistress." "Excuse me?" "I want you to call me Mistress. It fits the dynamic. A maid ought to show her Mistress some respect." "Okay...Mistress." "That's better. Now, tell me the truth. Did you like the black one better? The yellow one? I'll tell you. There is nothing quite like pink for a sissy." "If you say so.... Mistress." She squealed in delight. "I think you're going to be in a maid's dress from now on, Julie. Did I tell you that I donated all of your guy clothes to Goodwill? If you run now, you'll be in heels. How does that make you feel?" "Trapped," I said. "Trapped, Mistress," she said. "Trapped, Mistress," I said. I stared at the floor. "Yes. Now, when the rest of the girls get here, don't forget. You don't speak unless asked a question. You curtsy. You act as feminine as possible." "Mistress...may I ask a question?" She scowled. "Go ahead. Before the gang gets here." "How long do I have to be Julie?" I asked. "For-fucking-ever," she said. "How long do I have to admit my husband fucked around on me? Some things don't go away." "Maybe I should quit all of this shit," I said. "Pussy," she said. "I figured you would. Okay, go. I think your lawyer's office is about eight miles away in town. Are you still using Hal Jeffries? He'll be glad to see you in your maid's outfit and your heels." I blinked. "Mistress, you know I could wait for the bus." "Yes, you could. You just have to deal with being dressed like a sissy when you leave. With finding a place to live. With going back to work on Monday. Will you call Ray-Ray? Do you want him to see you like this? Do you think he'll get hard? Will he kiss you smack on the lips? Now cut the shit and get lunch ready for my friends." I lowered my head in defeat. "Yes, ma'am," I said. "There's the doorbell, pansy. Go answer it." "Oh, hello, Miss Jenny," I said. "Please come in." "Oh, my lord," Jenny said. "You're look so precious. I swear, I bet you couldn't wait to dress like this, could you Julie? Are those real?" "No ma'am. They're breast forms. Mistress Marci bought them for me." "Well, I certainly hope you thanked her. They'll bump up nice against your boyfriend's knees, won't they? So have you tasted dick yet?" I blushed. "No, Miss," I said. "Well, you'll like it. Just wait. Is Britney here yet? No? Well, talk to Britney. Her husband went to prison, you know. I understand he's developed quite a taste for penis. You can talk to her about him. I think he's getting out soon. Maybe you two can ... spend some time together." "Would you get the door, Julie? The bell is ringing. Maybe it's Pavlov." "Oh, hello Miss Britney. We were just speaking of you. Yes, ma'am. Nothing but good things." "Hey, Brit," Jenny said. "We were just talking about cocksucking. Julie is ready to try it. Do you think Randal would have any advice for him?" "Yeah," Britney said. "Open wide. Swallow fast." "Hear that, Julie? Maybe Randal would show what he's talking about. Of course, you're both bottoms. Maybe you'd need a top. Wait. Mary Anne is here." "Hello, Miss Mary Anne," I said, opening the door. She howled when she looked at me. "This is the best punishment. yet," she said. "You made your husband a fag. He'll never recover from this. You have a maid for life, Marci. Congratulations." "I will say she's taken to it," Marci said. "She cleans like she was born to it. She cooks like she's been taking lessons. She denies it, but I think deep down, she loves it. She's a born submissive. She watches male-on-male porn, and she gets a woody. I swear." "That is too funny," Jenny said. "She's the stereotypical masochist in the dungeon. You can't punish her unless you take her dresses away." "Um, ladies, I have some more champagne for you. And a daiquiri for you, Miss Britney." "Hey, sweetie," Mary Anne said. "Don't listen to what these mean old ladies say. Do you like being a homosexual? I think deep down, most men want to try it.." "But I'm not..." "Of course she likes it," Marci said. "All those years with me, she was in denial. But now her true self is coming out, I don't have to worry about her sleeping with other women. Other men, yes. But that's understandable." "I want to watch," Jenny said. "Excuse me?" Marci said. "When she blows her first guy. I want to watch." "What if it's two guys?" Britney asked. "What if it's two guys and a Rottweiler?" Mary Anne said. "What if Julie gives that Rottweiler fleas?" Marci asked. "Maybe we should get her a regular collar, and a flea collar." "With a name tag," Jenny said. "But whatever will we do if Julie has puppies?" Marci asked. "We could name one Sissy," Jenny said. "And one Fairy. And one Tinkerbelle." "Yeah," Marci said. "And one Ray-Ray Junior." Part VII "So sissy," Marci was saying. "What do you think about dicks?" "The sporting goods store?" I said. "You dumb ass," she said. "No, dicks as in penises. Those beautiful poles filled with cream. Now that you're about to begin a lifetime of choking up, like it was a baseball bat, what do you think?" "I think they're okay," I said. "Mankind needs them or there would be no babies." "But would you kiss one?" "Not without force," I said, looking at her. "I have force," she said, making a muscle. "Yes, you do." "What do you think about plastic dicks?" "Do they make plastic babies?" She smiled. "Would you kiss one of those? "Same answer. Not without force." "What if I force you? I'm wearing my strap-on," she said "Okay. Why?" "I want to make a woman out of you." "Oh, God." "Julie? Kiss it for me." "Really?" "Yes, Right on the tip." "Do I have to?" "Of course you have to," she said. "You don't have to make me," I said. "I know you can. But you don't have to." "But I want to," she said, sliding her hips forward. "God, it's big." "So are real ones. Now lick up the shaft. Now down. Twirl it in your mouth. Get it good and wet. You're going to want it to be wet." "Um, why?" "Because I'm going to fuck you." "Please don't. I couldn't take this pole up my butt." "Shut up and turn over. Face in the pillow. Now lift your ass. How does that feel." "Oh. Not so deep. Not so fast." "Pussy," Marci said. "Now relax. I'll go slow. Does that hurt?" "Christ, yes. I'm on fire." "Relax. A little more now. And a little more. Now move with me baby. That's it. Does that feel better." "A little." "It'll be nice when you relax. Go with it. You're a girl, Julie. Say it. Say 'I'm a girl. I'm being fucked by my boyfriend." "I'm a girl," I whispered. "God help me, I'm a girl." Part VIII "What do you mean you have a date, Mistress? I asked. "Just that. Your dick is useless these days, Julie. I need a real dick. I think I deserve it, don't you?" "Mistress, it isn't what you deserve. It's what I deserve." "Oh stop feeling sorry for yourself. This is scratching an itch, Julie. This is a physical need. I thought about slipping around, but that's what you would do, isn't it?" "It's what I did and I've regretted ever since." "No, you regretted getting caught, you pansy ass," she said. "It wasn't like you confessed, was it? And I'm telling you, this is something I need. You can like it or you can hate it. You can hate me. But I'm going to get fucked. I'm not asking your permission." "I understand, Mistress," I said. "Don't give me that hangdog look, asshole," she said. "I will not feel guilty over this." "You shouldn't." "Well, I don't. You fucked Tillie. I took your dick away. And now I get to fuck someone. It's all your fault. You started the circle." "Yes, ma'am. I know." "Kevin will be over at 7." "Not Jerome?" "No, dammit. Is it your business what color dick I like?" "No, ma'am." "You just bring a pitcher of margaritas and a pitcher of ice water. We're going to get good and sweaty." "Yes, ma'am." I stared at the floor. "Stop with the attitude," she snarled. "Or I'll make you watch. Come to think of it, that's a great idea. Kevin will fuck me, and you'll watch. You'll see the dick slide in, and you'll see the dick slide out. Maybe you can take pictures." "Yes, ma'am." "So what do you think? Do you hate this idea? I hope you hate it. Does it make you feel queasy? Do you want to hit someone?" "None of that ma'am. Not really. I have to tell you. I find it kind of exciting." "Liar. You're saying that to fuck with my head. To cover up the pain." "No, ma'am. I get erect thinking about seeing a guy bring you pleasure that I cannot.You deserve to be happy." "Well, we'll see how happy you are when he puts his dick into me. Won't we?" "Yes, ma'am. We will." "Hi Kevin," Marci greeted him a couple of hours later. "Kiss me, baby. Right in front of my sissy maid, okay?" "I'd kiss you in front of your husband," he said. "Funny about that," she said. "My maid is my husband. He's a little gay, you know." "A little?" "A lot." "So which way to the bedroom? Oh, up the stairs? Okay. We can get right to it. Wait. Where is she...where is he going." "She's going to watch. Okay?" Marci said. "She's never seen a real dick up close. Well, there was that one she sucked, but her eyes were closed." "Jesus," Kevin said. "Can he help guide me inside you. There, faggot. Don't squeeze. Just guide it. That's it. Yessssss." "Deeper, sweetie. Faster. Harder. God, fuck my brains out. Oooh. Yes. There. There. Yesssssss. That was so nice. You came so hard, so much. I feel like someone pumped swampland into my vagina. that's so damn good. I've missed that." "It was sweet, baby. I think even the fag liked it." "Speaking of which: Julie, can you clean me? With your mouth. Lick me clean, sissy girl. There. Deep. Get all that goop out of me. There's a glob on my thigh. Lick that too. How does it taste, Julie? How does it feel on your tongue?" "It's my turn," Kevin said. "Lick me clean. Lick it hard. Take the bulb in. your mouth. Suck it clean. Suck it hard. Bob your head. Yessss. Now swallow it. All of it." "You seemed to enjoy that, Kevin, didn't you?" Marcy giggled. "Maybe there's some pink in your color scheme, too. Oh, no. Don't call Julie a fag if you're no different. No, it's okay, I think it's fine. I like seeing two men together. Two biological men, anyway. Call it the sissy and the sissy wannabe. Would you like Julie to lend you a maid's outfit? Ha. I'm just kidding. A real man wouldn't let a woman emasculate him like that. Would he, Julie? "You ready for some more, Kevin? Yeah? You want me to use my strap on you? Julie loves it. Bite the pillow baby, and I'll lube you up. There. That's the spot. Now back into me. Now let's find a rhythm. Kevin, do you mind if I call you Kendra? Oh, no reason. The world needs more sissies. And I think I have a gift." Part IX "I'm so glad we went to the Toy Store, Julie," Marci was saying. "There is such wonderful stuff here." "Mistress, I don't need any of these things." "Nonsense," Marci said. "Look at these dildos. Don't you want one? Or two? Why don't you get a big black one? I'll get one that'll make you yodel. Look. You can stick this one to the wall and back up into it. It squirts, see. And it's got really lifelike veins. You could fuck yourself while you're watching gay porn. That would be sweet." "Mistress, you know I don't want one of those." "Well, you'll just have to get two of them, won't you? One for each end. Hey, look." "What are those, Mistress?" "Those are Shangri-La and heaven, and Narnia all wrapped up together. They're called cock cages. Chastity belts.They'll put your orgasm in my control. See. You put your dick in this little tube, and you lock it. I'll keep the key, and if I don't lose it, I can free you every month or so." "Ma'am, on the package it suggests you take it off for cleaning every couple of days." "What? Is your dick going to be dragged through the mud? Does it get dirty? Hell, it'll be clean enough. Let's get the pink one in an extra- small. That'll hold Mighty Mouse." " Are you really going to do this, Mistress?" "You bet your ass I'm going to. Fuck, I wish I could buy two cages for you. Speaking of your ass. I wonder if they carry butt plugs. What's that? That wall? Oh, look Julie. They're kind of small, but they're fun. I love this one with the raccoon tail sticking out. You stick in the plug, and you're a pet. Ma'am. We'll take two of these... a raccoon and the white fox tail. Yes. It's for her. She's my sissy. Yes, she's very cute. And compliant, too. She loves the gay life." "Can we leave, Mistress?" "Don't rush me, Julie. I want to get a collar and leash before we go. Maybe some handcuffs. You don't mind, do you? I didn't think you would. Ma'am, can I get that raccoon butt plus. Julie wants to suck it on the way home." "You know I don't want this," I whispered as we left. "Oh, this will give you something to do," she said, "while they're tattooing your makeup on." "Tattoos?" "Yeah. You want to look pretty for the glory hole, don't you?" Part X "Are you sure you're ready, Julie. Once you cross that line, you're a cocksucker forever." "I'm not ready, ma'am. Not at all. A thousand times I'll say it, I do not want to suck a dick." "Well, if you're sure you're ready," Marci said, ignoring my protests. "Ray-Ray will be here in a minute. I've always felt you two were close enough to be lovers. Now you will be." "Please, Marci," I begged. "Don't do this. Especially not with Ray-Ray. He's my friend." "Butthole buddies," Marci said. "You two are going to be quite an item in the gossip sites. Do you think you'll suck him first or give him your ass?" "Okay, I quit," I said. "I'm not going to do this. The marriage isn't worth it. I'll walk to my lawyer's office." "On a Sunday?" "I'll wait. I'll sleep in the park." She smiled. "I suppose that's your choice," she said. "But have you seen your Facebook page? It has a lovely shot of you sucking your dildo. That's going to be hard to live down." "I don't care. I'm out of here." "Well, here's your purse...oops." "Fuck. What did you do?" "I handcuffed you to the chair, Julie. Don't worry. It's just till you and Ray-Ray can chat. Don't worry. I'll get the door....hello, Ray-Ray. Please come in." "Hi. I don't have a lot of time. I was just...holy, hell, Jake. Is that you? Why are you in a fucking dress? Is this what you want, or did she make you a sissy?" "I just helped nature along a little, Ray-Ray. Don't you like her better this way? She goes by Julie now. She's been dying to meet you." "I should have listened to you, Ray-Ray." "Shit, Jake...I mean Julie. I've got to say. You look good." "Don't start," I said. "He can't help but start. Look at his crotch, Julie. He has a hard on. That's for you, Julie. He looked at you in your little dress, with your permanent lipstick, and his dick decided it wanted you." "No," I said. "Please, Ray-Ray." "Ray-Ray, it's just like I told you on the phone," Marci said. "I'm giving you a fighting chance, Julie. I told Ray-Ray he could have whichever one of us he wanted, however he wanted us. He can fuck you, or he can fuck me. It's totally his choice. He just has to choose one. What do you think, Ray-Ray." "Well, Marci, you know I've always thought you were pretty. Even when you and Jake started dating. I used to love to flirt with you. But Julie is amazing. She'd be something different for me. Geez, who do choose? I mean, I want you both." "Don't fuck my wife, Ray-Ray," I said. "Would you rather he fuck you, Julie?" Marci said, grinning. "You want to feel his weight on you? You want to feel his dick enter you? Do you want to feel his goatee against your mouth? It's the lady and the tiger, Julie. Only in this telling, it's the lady and the pussy." Ray-Ray exhaled. "I've made my choice," he said. "And...." Marcy said. "I'll pick...Julie," he said. "What?" I said. "Why?" "I don't want to fuck your wife, Julie," he said. "I think that would destroy our friendship forever. But if I fuck you, it'll be over in a few minutes. It's better this way. Now, let me take my pants off." "Oh, that's a nice cock," Marci said. "Are you sure you don't want to think it over?" "I've thought about it," Ray-Ray said. "Can Julie suck me off here, or should we go to the bedroom?" "Well, if you sit in that big leather chair in the living room, I'm sure you'll be comfortable. Here, take your pants off. Now, Julie, you're here...on your knees. Kiss it now. Oh, you can do better than that. Put the bulb in your mouth. That's pretty. Now bob up and down. Yes. Now lick the shaft. Mmmm. Kiss his balls. Faster. With a purpose. Deeper. Hit it against your cheeks, one at a time. Suck it baby. Suck it deep. Oh, he's quivering now, Julie. Swallow it. Swallow it all. Yes. There's the money shot. Oh, baby. Now you'll always be someone who has sucked cock. How do you feel? You're gay, Julie. The next time, and time after, will be so easy for you now. Even if you go back to being a man, you'll be a cocksucker." "Yes," Ray-Ray said. "The underside. I love it when you kiss the underside. Take it. now. Take all of it. Suck harder. Faster. Jesus. That's it. Play with my asshole. Stick a finger in there. God, you're good, Julie. Did Marci teach you that? That's right. My balls. Kiss my hot balls. Oh. Oh. Oh. ...yess. "God, that was good, Julie," Ray-Ray said. "You can do that for me anytime. What do you say, Julie. Tell me. How was I?" "It was...okay," I said. "Hah. You loved it, didn't you," Marcy said. "You can't wait for him to get hard again so he can fuck your ass. You've been converted, Julie. You're a sissy. You're my sissy." Part XI "Julie? Julie, this is Randal. My husband. He just got out of the joint. Be gentle with him, okay? Prison was hard on him." Mary Anne was quiet as she spoke. "Hello, Mr. Willis," I said. "Welcome home." "Hi," he said. "I know what you're thinking. Please don't get the wrong idea about me." "Sir?" "I was in prison," he said. "You must know what that means." "I think it means you had to be very strong to get through that." "It means I took it up the ass three times a day, every damn day. I drank a river of sperm. I had to do it to survive." "We all do what we must," I said. "Well, that's true. So you don't think less of me?" "Of course not, sir. Right now,I am doing some things I'd prefer not to talk about to survive." "Ever kissed a dick?" "Yes, sir. I have." "Then we're brothers-in-arms. Or sisters-across-the-sea. Or whatever. I must say, you look very nice." "Mistress buys me high quality maid's uniforms, sir." "Yeah? Could I borrow one sometime?" "Certainly, if you wish." "I worked in the laundry room at Folsom. I became very orderly. I think I should perform some chores for my wife now that I'm out." "I understand. Do you have a maid's name." He looked at me. "I'm Rhonda," he said. "It's nice to meet you, Rhonda," I said. "Sissy sisters?" "If you wish, Rhonda." "What if I wish to hold your hand?" "That would be nice, Rhonda." "What if I wish to kiss your lips?" "That would be nice, Rhonda." "What if I want us to suck each others dicklettes?" I smiled. "Then we will have to consult Mistress. If she says okay, that would be nice, too. But only if she says okay." "A warning. If I start sucking, I'll be here all night," Rhonda said. "Night time is the right time, Rhonda," I said. "Let's go talk to your Mistress," she said. "Oooh, I hope she says yes," I said, taking her by the hand. Part XII "Where are we going, Mistress?" "We're going to perform our civic duty, Julie. Don't you want to help other people?" "Of course I do.How are we going to do that, Mistress?" "You'll see. Do you you like being out of your maid's dress?" "Yes, Ma'am. But this red dress isn't a lot different." "Are you kidding me? You get to dress like an adult. You're a pretty lady, Julie.The kind of lady my husband would want to fuck." I hesitated. "He must be a fool," I said. "He is," she said, but she smiled at me. "Ah, here we are at Aunt Fred's. It's a trans bar, you know." "Yes, Ma'am. Why are we here?" "To kiss." "Ma'am." She laughed. "They have a rally for trans kids. We both want to support trans kids, right? You've got a kissing booth from 5 until 6:30. Glad you have that lipstick tattooed on, aren't you?" "Um, will I be kissing ... men?" "You'll kiss everyone who gives a dollar. Men. Women. Geezers. Nerds. Firemen. Republicans." "I don't know about this. How long do I kiss someone?" "Until they come up for air. It can be a quick smack on the lips. Or it can be be intense tongue-swapping. But Julie..." "Yes, ma'am?" "Keep your hands off their dicks. That's extra." "Spoilsport," I said and grinned. "Is a Mrs. Scales here?" Marci asked. "Mrs. Scales." "Yes dear?" "I have Julie here. She's supposed to be in a booth." "Well, there must be some mistake," Mrs. Scales said. "We have trans women in our booths. Sure, this is a GG." I smiled. "I'm Julie," I said, realizing it was the first time I had introduced myself that way. "Julie, this is your booth. Make us some money, won't you." "Hey, can I go first, miss?" "Oh. Sure. I guess. Oooh. Oh, that's nice." "My turn," an unshaven man stepped up. "How many kisses will 50 bucks buy me." "Fifty," I said. "And one with tongue." "Oh, I like that deal." "Mmmfh," I said. "Can you do better than that?" "Come here," he said. "Better than that?" He smiled. "Pucker up, sweet lips. That's it. Get into it." "Tongue! Tongue! Tongue," the crowd began to chant. Marci was leading the cheers "Swap spit. Bite her lip. Don't you dare come up for air." "You did so good, baby," Marci told me later. "You got one more for me? I'm broke though." "I'll lend you a dollar," I said. I leaned in and kissed her. "Lend me two?" she said. I smiled. I kissed her again. "How much to kiss me ... down there," Marci said. "A billion dollars," I said. "Or free. You decide." Part XIII "I had a great day with you, Julie," Marci said. "Me, too, Mistress," I said. "Why don't we stay in tonight? I'll call Mary Anne and we'll cancel." "That would be nice," I said. "I'm worn out." "Oh, you will be, little girl," she said. "Now come and cuddle." "This is nice. Want to watch some TV?" "In a way..." "Porn?" I said. "You guessed it," Marci said. "I'm kind of aroused, and I could use some visuals." "You know I only have sausage videos," I said. "That's all you gave me." "That'll do. We'll have a competition. Every time a guy comes on screen, you rate him. Like in the Olympics. And then we'll talk about him." "You're twisted." "Don't you love me?" she said. "You know I love you," I said. "How about this guy? The black guy?" "I'd give him a 9.2. He's a tripod. He loses a few points because it's curved to the left." "Oh, I like curves," Marci said. "Reminds me of Jerome." "Fuck Jerome," I said. "I did," she said. "Or did I? I was a little tipsy that night." "You probably did. But it's okay. I might have, too." "Slut." "Whore." "How about that guy? I'd say 7.5." "That's all?" "He's an average guy in a porn flick. Not nearly what I'd expect. Short and stubby like a used cigar." "And that guy?" "Oh he's nice. I think he's a bottom though. Look at him suck that dick. Where have I seen that energy before? Oh, that's right. It was you." "Bitch," I said. "Skank," she said. "You make me laugh," I said. "No fair making the sissy laugh." "You think you're a permanent sissy now? If we ever get over the punishment, will you want to go back to being a guy?" "That's a hard question, Mistress. It seems like I've been dressing for months. My breasts are coming in pretty good. I've felt more like a girl than a guy for a long time now. Mentally, I think I've surrendered. Whatever you say, I'll do." "I can't imagine you in pants anymore. You've changed, and it's been so much for the better. I like you better now, Julie. I really do." "I like me better, too. But the lessons I've learned will stay with me no matter what gender my driver's license says I am." "I like having a maid. I've gotten lazy as your mistress." "I like doing for you. The house isn't that hard if you keep up the chores. You haven't spanked me in a long time." "Speaking of that, I'd like to." "Whatever you say, Mrs. Spiteful Bitch." "Oh, that's 10 licks at least." "I'd say it would be 15," I said. "Done." "Cunt." "Trollop." Part XIV "Hi. I'm Marci Hogan. I'm here to talk to someone in Human Resources. Mrs. Bailey? Fine. Where do I find her?' "Hello, Mrs. Bailey. I'm Marci Hogan. I'm here to talk to you about Julie, my wife. She used to be Jake, my husband. Yes, I'm sure you understand. It is the 21st century, after all. Men don't have to be men anymore." "I guess not," said Mrs. Bailey. "So why are you here?" "Mrs. Bailey, as you can see, my husband has been with your firm for 11 years, since we were first married. As Jake, he got great job reviews and regular raises. No one ever complained about his work. Well, Mrs. Bailey, my husband is transitioning into living as a woman. Thank you. She's very happy. We both are." "Oh, I see," Mrs. Bailey said. "When do you see this transition starting?" "Immediately," Marci said. "She's been in dresses for months now, Mrs. Bailey. She won't be going back. She'd like to be identified as a woman at your company." Said Mrs. Bailey: "Does she like men?" "We won't talk about her sexual preference. Legally, that's none of Easterling Industries business. But Julie does have a wife -- me -- to help guide her through early trials. I know, I know. Transition is never easy. Some of her old friends may abandon her. People are weird about change. But Julie doesn't want to be a woman; Julie is a woman." Mrs. Bailey looked sceptical. "Yes, we know about your dress code. I promise you, Julie will be a thoroughly professional woman as she transitions. Have you seen her legs? And before you ask, yes, she has her own breasts." Now Mrs. Bailey looked directly at Marci. "No, I don't mind you asking. It started as punishment. It ended up as a reward. And as one became the other, we reconnected. It was quite unexpected, to be honest. But it was also quite sweet. She's become the wife I never knew I wanted, the wife I could not live without. Odd, isn't it?" Marci paused. "The best thing Jake ever did for our marriage was fuck his secretary. I thank God every night he did. But, um, don't tell him, okay? Part XV "It's like I always said, Julie. You've got to remarry her." "We're already married, Ray-Ray. We love each other." "And that's why you have to renew your vows. Hell, you've changed so much since the first time." "Yeah, I have, haven't I? I almost never wore a dress in the old days." "Well, it suits you, sissy boy," Ray-Ray said and laughed. "So why not do it on that cruise you two have coming up. You could both wear wedding gowns. Hell, I'll be the best man again if you want." "You just want to kiss the bride, don't you?" "Well, you have nice lips. I liked kissing you." "I meant her, dumb ass." "Hey, I was wrong, Julie. I admit it. You were right to suffer the punishment. I see you two now, and it restores my faith in marriage." "Gonna get married for a fourth time?" "Hell no. The next wife I have will be someone else's." "That got me in trouble, Ray-Ray." "Oh, I don't know. You got a nice rack out of it." "Eyes up here, buster." Ray-Ray paused. "Julie? Was it worth it? I mean, dressing like a maid? Growing your own breasts. Sucking those dicks?" "They said what doesn't kill you makes prettier." "Well, that's true. You're a good looking filly." "Ray-Ray? Thanks. For not taking advantage of things with Marci." "No sweat. You can get a lot of women, but not many best friends." "I feel the same way." "I could tell. You gave me a very nice blowjob." "The one and only, buddy." "One was enough. Unless you change your mind again." I laughed. "I'll get back to you if Marci ever punishes me again." "I'll hold you to that. Here's to good friends and repaired marriages." "And to good conversations!" (c) 2019 by Cassandra Morgan