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Hi, I'm Jim Part Two By Virginia Kane 1. I still can't believe what the "specialist" my transition doctor brought in to perform my latest feminization procedure did! To all intents and purposes, my groin now resembles a woman's mound! Sure, sure, my little cock had shrunk to less than half its original meager length it was before I began my feminization hormone regimen six months earlier, but I still enjoyed having Jim bring me off by stroking my pud while I gave him his evening blowjobs. To please Jim, Yes, I eagerly had signed the necessary consent forms to have my doctor "improve" my ability to pass as a woman while wearing a skimpy bathing suit or a very tight skirt, but I wasn't aware it would involve hiding my withered testicles within my body cavity! Then the "specialist" shaped what appears to be a realistic looking camel toe from my empty scrotal sac covering my tiny cock up except for the very head of it which protrudes at the base of the slit like an oversized clitoris. The many forms I'd signed included authorization to denude my groin of its pubic hair, except for a cute little "landing strip". Another set of paperwork authorized a cosmetologist to add permanent makeup to my eyelids, allowed them to darken the aureola around my puffy nipples that had previously been enhanced with collagen to look more pronounced. Another form authorized plumping up my lips with collagen and permanently removing most of my bushy eyebrows so they now appear most definitely feminine thin arcs. Jim was extremely pleased with the results since I won't be able to venture out and about as a male anymore. I'd merely appear to be a woman dressed as a man. I now possess sufficient cleavage to be difficult to hide them with an elastic bandage, not that I mind having lovely protruding nipples. They're super sensitive. I wouldn't want to trade them for the world! There's a direct connection between my nipples and my modified groin that prompts me to scream out in pleasure whenever Jim fondles them gently during foreplay. When he then plants his warm lips on each one, alternating in turn, and he sucks on them gently to make them swell even more, I want to love him to pieces for it. He knows just how to turn me on, the sweet man! "You look much sexier now, babe, absolutely gorgeous." Jim told me as he took me into his muscular arms and kissed me again. "The doctor's advised me he plans to release you to come home today, but only if you're feeling up to it. What do you say? Do you think you're ready to come home, honey?" I just love the way Jim calls me names like "honey" or "darling", or "babe." It makes me feel like I'm melting inside. I think it has something to do with my female hormone regimen. Jim knows I'm madly in love with him, even if it is naughty of two grown men behaving like teenaged sweethearts. "Yes, I am, I'm as ready as I can possibly be and you know darned well what I'm ready for - your cock!! Have you missed my loving as much as I miss you?" "Do you really crave the taste of my sperm that much, angel?" "Oh, it isn't the taste of your sperm that turns me on as much as how you get hard and you're deeply engrossed in what we're doing. I feel totally wanton and naughty from being able to turn you on like that. Knowing I can get you excited makes me feel more feminine inside, as if pleasing you as a woman makes my wanting to pose as one less irrational and more reasonable. Does my wanting to portray an authentic looking outward feminine appearance make any logical sense at all to you?" "It makes perfect sense to me, Dee. That's the reason why we're perfectly suited for one another. Leastwise, you seem more appropriate for me than a "so called real" woman can be. Unlike you, almost all the men I discuss our sexual preferences with claim their lovers reluctantly provide oral sex almost grudgingly, as if a blowjob is a degrading form of sexual submission instead of a generous means for them to show how much they care. "Yet I understand cunnilingus is the preferred form of sex that lesbians use to provide gratification to each other: one female bringing a counterpart to orgasm orally, either done mutually, or by taking turns. It stands to reason you'd be able to provide any woman with one hell of series of orgasms with your talented lips. "I sometimes wish I could reciprocate in kind for you, but then again, unlike you, I'm not really comfortable with assuming a feminine guise, for myself. What turns me on the most about you is your ability to act and look natural when you present yourself as a woman. You act more feminine than most real women do and I think you should pose as a woman all the time." "Do you really think so?" "Yes, I do. I recall telling you all about my preferring oral sex to coital sex, being the recipient of it, that is. To me, oral sex is the ideal form of intimate expression. That's why we complement one another so well, Dee. You seem to really enjoy giving me oral sex, as much as I enjoy receiving it." "I suppose I do. I love pleasing you sexually, and I really appreciate your compliments about my being able to pass as a woman. Your opinion means the world to me. That's why I agreed to the series of weight loss treatments and the feminine hormone regimen. I don't have a lot to show up on top yet, only an 'A' cup now, but you yourself told me having more than a mouthful is a waste. My nipples are so sensitive now. Your manly lips feel absolutely divine on them. Take me home this minute, Jim. Our talking about oral sex has me horny for the taste of your randy cock!" "I'll tell the nurse to summon your attending physician directly, milady! You won't be sorry for approving your last round of body modifying procedures, either. That much I promise you! Your newly modified mound resembles a vagina so much I might be inclined to treat it as such." "You wouldn't dare! --- Would you? --- I doubt it! You told me you swore an oath to your late wife that you'd never engage in sex that way ever again. Besides, my modified mound isn't yet ready for penetration in that manner, according to my doctor. I sincerely doubt whether or not I will enjoy having sex that way. I'm quite satisfied pleasing you the way I have been." "Dee, if you don't want me to reciprocate, well, I won't, but I thought you'd be thrilled by my offer to bring you off orally. So far, you've been doing all the pleasing and you have yet to ask me to do likewise, which makes me feel more than a little guilty. I want a chance to show you that I'm just as willing to please you as to be pleased by you." "Ejaculation is a strictly male form of sexual expression Jim, and I'd much rather express my sexual release in a feminine manner. It's a quirk I have. It's why I like to dress up femininely. Fact is: after almost seven months of taking feminizing hormones, I doubt if 'Mr. happy' can get up anymore, not that I mind. I just sort of swim around leisurely in a mental sea of undulating waves that are just as satisfying to me and they last a lot longer. My pleasing you orally is what really gets me off now. Let's not spoil things, okay?" "We'd better stop talking about sex and get a move on. If you don't dress up and get ready to be released by your doctor, I'll be needlessly billed for an additional day here for your recovery. What time is it, anyway?" The doctor came to the door and answered. "It's time for you two to vacate the premises. I'm done with my part. Dee, come and sign this paperwork. As soon as a transport person is available, he'll wheel you down to Jim's car. Jim: you can go get your car ready for the trip home." The trip home was mostly uneventful, except Jim had his hand on top of my left thigh whenever it wasn't otherwise occupied shifting gears on his sports car. I didn't mind. Innocent petting was Jim's way of showing his interest in me. I placed my hand on top of his and squeezed to let him know that I liked to be fondled by him. His sports car was so low to the ground many drivers sharing the road could see us, especially in the trucks we passed on our way. They'd give us a blast on their air horns to let us know they were watching. Once we arrived at the house, he parked the car in the driveway, came over to my side of the car and made a gallant gesture of opening my door for me to alight from within the vehicle, with my legs exposed for all the neighbors to see me in my short skirted dress. Normally he would pull into the garage if I was with him so our neighbors wouldn't see me in my male drab clothes. This was new. He actually wanted the neighbors to get a good look at me for a change, as if he was showing me off to them. As we got to the front door, he opened it first and then picked me up with a flourish. I had to hang onto his neck to maintain my balance within his arms so we both wouldn't tumble over. After months of serious dieting and chill treatments to reduce my waistline, I weighted about one thirty five, so Jim had no trouble lifting me up into his arms. He kissed me with a lot of tongue and then he carried me into the living room. "What was that all about?" I asked. "Oh, the neighbor directly across the street from us moves her curtains in her living room whenever I come home. Haven't you noticed?" "No, I really haven't." "Well today, we sure gave her something to think about. Didn't we?" "Should we have?" "I think so. She's bound to let the rest of the neighbors in on what she saw upon our arrival home, darling. We've been away just long enough to have been on a proper honeymoon together. I wanted to make that impression, and I believe it may have worked. You really look the part of a happy little homemaker now, so you'll fit in perfectly with them ---socially. "Carrying you across the threshold probably cinched the idea in her head, I'm almost sure of it. She'll blab all about it to her lady friends soon enough. It will help you break the ice when it comes time to your meeting up with the housewives living on our block. Don't you think?" "Why do you want me to socialize with the other women around here? That isn't something that I've given a lot of thought. Under all this fluff, I'm still a guy. I don't have a whole lot of savvy about the ways and wiles of women. How am I going convince them I'm one of them? Most women are clever. They're bound to figure out that I'm not really one of them." "You know that I have a hang up about our being exposed as being gay men living together. In a way, I don't consider us being gay, since you fulfill the woman's role in our relationship and I fulfill the man's part. We're just like a normal hetero couple, now that you've had your mound feminized. "I want you to be able to fit in better with the ladies of the neighborhood, if, or I should say when you go shopping for our groceries and the like. Go take a good long look at yourself in the full-length mirror in our bedroom and tell me what you see. Then, put on the sexy, sheer negligee I've laid out for you. Then, look at yourself again, dressed up for sex. Take one look at your sexy reflection and you'll agree that you make a stunning looking woman. Why would anyone in his or her right mind have reason to question your gender? You know in your heart you're sexually more appealing looking as a woman than you could ever could be as a man." "You don't need to convince me. I'm fully aware I wasn't much of a man." "Whoa, you misunderstand me. I'm not criticizing you at all. I'm trying to bolster your self-confidence as a beautiful woman. Since you took off most of your belly flat, you've become a stunning bit of eye candy, you know! You'll turn men's heads wherever you'll go, and probably some women's." "We're not spring chickens anymore, you know. Some of the neighborhood ladies may approach me for motherly advice instead of for beauty tips. Then, what will I do? I wouldn't know what to say!" "Sure you would. You successfully raised two children to adulthood and still look fantastic. I'm sure some of the neighbors would like you to share your beauty secrets with them." "Oh sure, I could tell the girls that all they have to do to look more beautiful is have their penises tucked away like I did." "Okay sarcastic. Do what I told you to do and see for yourself if I'm right." I did as Jim suggested and looked at myself in the full length mirrored doors of my closet in our bedroom. He was right. With the tattooed-on makeup, my enhanced bosom, and my sleek waistline and big butt, I looked splendid. Leastwise, I thought so. I got undressed, took a long, hot shower, shampooed and conditioned my too short hair and then put on the pink negligee that Jim had laid out for me. --- Too lame, I wanted to look spectacular! I took off the sheer baby doll Jim had selected, folded it neatly, set it aside and replaced it with a long length black, wasp-waisted Victorian corset with a demi-cup bra built in that pushed up my meager breasts to make them look fuller and larger. The corset had four elaborate, detachable garters leading down each leg so I could wear a pair of sexy sheer nylons with it. I pulled on the laces that ran up the back of the corset until my waistline was as small as I could get it and still be able to breathe easily. Then I called out to Jim. "Jim darling, could you come in here and give me a hand, please?" "Sure thing, what do you need?" I pointed my red toenails of my left foot up at him. "Silly me, I tightened my corset laces before putting on my nylons. Now, I can't bend over far enough to slip the nylons over my feet. Would you be a dear and place them on my feet for me? I've already rolled them up to make it easier for you. All you have to do is unroll them onto my legs, but they're very delicate, so I hope you filed your fingernails recently." "Do you want to check them? I'd hate to put a run in your stockings." "Sure, but go wash them real good first. A girl never knows where a man has put his hands last. Make sure you haven't any dirt under your fingernails." Jim did as I asked and when he returned, he showed me that his hands were clean as a man's hands could be. I was still sitting on the edge of my bed, in anticipation of his placing my sexy nylons on for me attaching the garters to them without putting any runs in them. "Wait before you pick up one of my nylons, let me make sure your fingernails are real smooth so you won't put a run in one." I gently kissed the tip of his right forefinger and then put it against my lips to make sure it was smooth, then kissed each of his fingertips in a suggestive manner to suggest to him what his reward would be for attending to gracing my legs with my elegant looking black nylon stockings. Without my asking, he got down on one knee and placed my foot onto his other knee. From the way he was holding the first stocking, I could tell he was familiar with helping a woman put on or perhaps remove her stockings. He slipped the tubular roll over my foot in his lap and then unrolled the sheer stocking, slowly caressing my slim calf and then my knee, and my thigh as he drew it up, making sure to massage every inch of it to remove any hint of a wrinkle. Quickly switching from one knee to the other, he repeated the process on my other leg. Once both stockings were properly all the way in place, he leaned forward and gently kissed the bare skin above the nylons inside of my thigh, first one, and then the other. Then, he really surprised me by kneeling down between my legs and gently kissing the tip of my mostly exposed cockhead. My diminutive cock had never had the gratifying pleasure of feeling another person's warm lips up against its head prior to that very intimate moment. "Mmm-mmm," I moaned out loud, unaccustomed but grateful for the unique experience of having him suck on my exposed nubbin. Jim not only sucked on the exposed head of my cockette, but he also penetrated the deep crevice up above it, licking greedily on what part of the shaft he could reach with his extended tongue. "Mmm-mmm," he moaned in unison with me, disclosing his obviously derived pleasure with attending to his efforts. I laid back and thrashed my head in utter abandon. I had never experienced anything quite like it in my life. Not wanting it to end, I reached down and cradled Jim's bobbing head gently in my hands and firmly held it in place. "Oh, oh, please, please don't ever stop what you're doing!" I screamed as wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure overcame me, and I passed out onto a warm and cozy, far-off cloud of pure, undeniable ecstasy. When my senses returned I slowly opened my eyes to find Jim above me, propped up on his elbows so his torso was right up against mine, but not the full weight of it. He was looking down at me grinning. "That was the biggest and tastiest 'clit' I've ever kissed, however, it's somewhat smaller than what it was the last time that I saw it. I noticed that it still functions, oh, not as it once did, but I hope it's equally pleasurable for you now." "I think it feels better than ever, but it's been a long time since anyone has paid such close attention to it. It's hard to tell, for sure. It is smaller than it was, due to the feminizing drugs I've been taking for the six months or so. The drugs have reduced it considerably in size from what it used to be like, but what you were doing to it just now makes it all seem worthwhile." "Just now, you say? You've been fast asleep for almost an hour now, Dee." "I have? Oh, my. I must have passed out in ecstasy!" "Yes, but it looked more likely into a contented dreamland." "More like a sated dream state. I can understand now while you are so fond of being fellated. Is it always so fulfilling?" He laughed. "Maybe performing fellatio is fulfilling for you, but for me it's wonderfully draining. It relieves my pent up passion in a magnifiscent burst of gratifying lust! One difference, I've never gotten so overcome by passion that I'd passed out while being fellated, not even when it was you doing for me what you do so well. I'm curious, though. What was it like?" "Wonderful, though I can't describe it! You'll simply have to remain curious about it until it happens to you, someday." Jim got up from where he'd been poised over me picked me up, placing me gently onto my bed, then getting into bed beside me, facing me. Smiling, he said, "What do you say the two of us make our current relationship a little more permanent? Let's get married! How about it, shall we?" 2. A week later, smiling, Jim said to me, "What you've lost in size one way, you've gained in spades in another way, you know. You look lovely today." At the time; we were preparing to head for the county marriage bureau to acquire a marriage license and exchange some vows. I was still dressed in only a white brocade Victorian corset to emphasize my evolving curves and Jim was still in his tidy whities. "I love how that corset projects your lovely budding breasts, Dee. I want to pay homage to them, and thereby worship you to express my love for you." I was as nervous as I was on the day I'd proposed to my ex-wife. "Is that so? I'm still flabbergasted over what we're about to do, Jim. Are you sure you want to go through with this cockamamie idea? We really don't have to get married, you know. I'm perfectly satisfied with 'living in sin'. I care for you as much as any one person can care for another person, but you already have a real family to cherish. What you and I share is merely 'icing on the cake'." "Dee, I have grown up, self-sufficient children. They don't want, nor do they need what money I've accumulated for retirement. If something happens to me in the meantime, they'll automatically get whatever funds I leave behind and they'll squander it on some frivolity. I'd much rather you have it instead. To accomplish that easily and automatically, we need to get married." "That's very generous of you, Jim, but your children are entitled to whatever you've accumulated. If something ever happens to you, I can always go back to work for a living, like everyone else. I'm not helpless, you know." "I'm not so sure. You've been out of the workplace for a while now." "Let's not enter into a formal marital relationship just because you somehow feel responsible for my future welfare. My ex-wife is the only person I hold responsible for my being out of work now and for my being shunned by my two kids and their children. I don't think I can even hold her responsible for my lack of foresight anymore. I have no one who is to blame, but myself and my silly fetish for feminine attire. I should have never started fooling around with it." "You had almost kicked the habit, once she exposed you to everyone that mattered. Then, I re-entered the picture and talked you into resuming your alluring feminine guise. I feel responsible for you now. Look at you!" I looked into the full-length mirrors on the closet doors. "I am looking! If not for you, Jim, someone else would have talked me into crossdressing, just as easily as you did. I can't stop. I absolutely adore looking this feminine. I'm hopelessly addicted to wearing women's clothes now, plain and simple. "You don't have any work record as a woman, you may recall. How are you going to get a job without any references or prior work history? Face it! The only way for you to resolve your dilemma is to become my loving wife. It's plain to see you can't use your male work history. Living as my wife is not an entirely repulsive alternative for you to consider. Is it?" "Of course it isn't, Jim. I do care for you, perhaps more than I should, we both being men and all." "I thought we resolved the compatibility issue months ago. You're more like a woman than most genetic women are, and you know it. You have to know it! You've altered your outward appearance dramatically and permanently and you did it to please me. There's the best reason for you to want you to become my wife, as if you ever needed one. Face it, Dee. You love me --- and --- I love you dearly, babe! I need you! Moreover, I want you with all my heart! " "Do you, Jim? Oh, that wonderful. Yes, yes, let's finish getting dressed and go to get that license before I have any more reoccurring doubts. I suppose that I love you too, Jim, and I don't care whether or not you have a cent to your name, as long as you'll give your name to me in marriage, darling." "Great! Now that we've finally resolved that issue once and for all, where would you like me to take you on our honeymoon? I've finally wrapped up the lighting job at the airport and I'd like to take a very long break. How does a month-long cruise to Hawaii sound to you?" "Whoa! That sounds expensive. I was thinking about going to Niagara Falls. It's lovely this time of year, I've heard." Jim suddenly looked sullen. "Uh, I've already done that once, Dee." "Oops! I didn't mean to ---" "Never mind, there's no way for you to have known. I'd rather we discuss the arrangements for our honeymoon after we get married. We'll take one step at a time. Okay?" "Okay, Jim. I'm sorry if I --" "Look, we're going to have a few memories get in the way of our planning from time to time, some good, some bad. It's only natural. We can't let it get to us, Dee. I'm sorry your marriage didn't turn out pleasant as it might have. Mine was for me, and I want to always cherish those memories, all but the short period of time my late wife was critically ill. I felt utterly helpless then. "Life goes on. It must. In my heart I know my wife wouldn't wish for me to grieve over her death, but rejoice in the joys we shared together. Her shorter life was more than meaningful because we had so many good years together. "Furthermore, my wife surely wouldn't want me to cry over my loss either, but continue on as best as I could by finding a new direction and purpose. You provide me with new meaning and purpose, Dee. Please don't deprive me of the distinct pleasure of providing for you financially as best I can." "I wouldn't intentionally deprive you of anything, Jim. I just want you to be sure marrying me, another man, is what you really want. I certainly don't want you to regret your decision afterwards." That night, Jim and I didn't have sex; we made love to each other. I did my best to stretch out our love-making, by offering him my breasts to feed on and he, in turn, lit my fire by languidly doing just that for nearly an hour. For the very first time we experimented with the missionary position, with Jim's rigid cock planted deep between my thighs, down at my groin, rubbing up against my exposed "clit", made very slippery by our foreplay. I kept my thighs clamped tightly around his insistent cock to maximize the sensations from his thrusts like any woman might do, face to face, kissing and hugging her man. Our coupling in that manner made me feel more feminine than ever before. Our joining must have worked effectively, because we both climaxed simultaneously and were totally exhausted for long afterwards. Sleep came easily to us that first night we were married, held in each other's arms 3. We easily and quickly fell into a regular routine, almost like a ritual, oral sex in the morning and our improvised faux hetero sex every evening. We were like virgin teenagers, randy as rabbits, and determined as hell, always ready to perform for each other spontaneously in between. I couldn't get enough of Jim's massive cock, and he couldn't resist sticking his tongue deep into my new slit while slurping on my "oversized clit." Between our sexual bouts we reviewed every cruise line's brochures for the ideal honeymoon special. I concentrated on the very best deal. Jim preferred the most elaborate offerings available. Agreement! We finally found what seemed to be the ritziest cruise available that offered unbelievably enticing low prices on the premium cabin suites. I attributed the low price offer to the cruise line's inability to fill the ship's most elite cabins as the cruise's sailing date was approaching, especially the premium staterooms on the uppermost level of the gigantic luxury cruise ship. Eventually, our zest for sex and ardor subsided, after our being totally sated sexually by each other night after night, morning after morning. Oh well, it was fun while it lasted. By the time our honeymoon was to commence, I was able to fit into all of my ex-wife's clothes, and Jim was content to flaunt me publicly, dressed to thrill. We partied heartily night after night. We'd be on our honeymoon for over a month, so Jim decided to prepay all the utilities in advance of our departure, and have a bonded service come to the house to alternate the lighting so the house wouldn't appear unoccupied. I wasn't even aware such a service was available. Jim learned it from other craftsmen who like Jim were away from home for extended periods of time. Two nights before we were to fly to the coast out of O'Hare to meet up with our cruise ship, Jim took me to my old haunt, the gay bar on the southwest side where we'd first met. Everyone there marveled at how svelte I looked in my ex-s castoffs, those able to detect who I once was. I had a grand time with good friends, some of which congratulated me for finally 'coming out'. The following morning, the limo Jim booked to take us to the airport arrived early. We filled its trunk with our luggage in plain view of a nosy neighbor across the street who was spying on us from behind the shifting front room curtains. "Front Room" is a Chicagoese term for a home's living room. 4. We flew first class to San Francisco where another limo took us to meet our cruise ship. I had to admonish Jim once again for being so frivolous with his money. I would have gladly flown there in coach, but Jim adamantly insisted nothing was too good for me. "A honeymoon is a once in a lifetime event" His comment reminded me that we each had gone on honeymoons before in our early lives. I wanted nothing from my past me to stir up dying embers of a fire that resentfully turned cold as ice. His unwelcome comment caused me to shudder and, remain silent during the limo ride to the cruise ship. I wished Jim hadn't mentioned it. Our honeymoon was supposed to be a happy event. Once aboard the massive cruise ship, the hectic pace of the departure from the dock with gala celebrations and music emanating from in every ballroom and on every deck of the ship's sky high solarium kept me in rapt awe, too preoccupied to fret over what was a troubling issue . Hanging onto Jim's arm, I swiftly got caught up in the revelry, sipping on a flute of champagne and selecting delightful array of snacks laid out for us at every turn. This was the way of a good life, and I for one was ready to enjoy every moment until I spotted --- her!! OMG! It was May, my ex. What was she doing on our cruise, spying on us? Didn't she cause me enough grief already? How could she have found out Jim and I would be aboard? Why would she want to invade my hard earned happiness, the bitch? For a moment, I thought I was imagining seeing her, until she turned to me and spoke to me directly. "Welcome aboard!" "Welcome, my ass!" I said to her plain as day in my Delbert voice. "What in hell are you doing here, May?" "She looked puzzled for a moment, and then, "OMG, Del? Is that you?" "You know damned well, it is. What are you doing aboard this ship?" "What am I doing? I'm working. I'm a member of the staff. What are you doing here in --- in one of my dresses! How dare you! How did you manage to --- never mind. Please keep your voice down. We're attracting attention. I'm on duty at the moment, but I must talk to you to explain, I beg you to not report me to the bridge, Del. They're not aware of the charges against me," "What charges?" "I've been charged with criminal fraud in New York, but I'm innocent and I can explain everything if you'll let me, but later, when I'm off duty." "Why should I? You almost ruined my life by exposing my fetish! I owe you plenty for that. I ought to turn you in, bitch. It would serve you right!" She ran away from me, crying! People around us were staring, wondering why she ran off crying. Another member of the ship's staff came up to me and asked, "Is something wrong, ma'am?" "No, I just met an old acquaintance I once knew. Maybe I'm mistaken. She didn't seem to recognize me, but then again, it's been quite a while. Maybe it wasn't her, after all. I may have upset the woman. I'm sorry." Jim came up to me smiling, noticed my shaking hands and asked, "What's wrong, Dee? You look as if you just saw a ghost." I answered him quietly afraid of causing more commotion. People were still staring at me from my terse words with May. "I think I did. It was May, my ex-wife. She's working here on the ship. Why? Last I heard; she was headed for New York to consummate a big business deal, a merger of some sort." "Well, of all things ---! Listen, Dee. That's all in the past. Forget about her!" "I wish I could, Jim. It isn't so easy. How can I, after twenty-five good years with her? She's also the mother of my children. What must they think of her now? She has criminal fraud charges outstanding against her in New York, or so she said. How could she? What should I do? What can I do to help? " "Help her? What for? Forget about your ex-wife, will you? Think of what she'd done to your reputation with your employer, your kids and former friends by exposing your penchant for occasionally wearing feminine attire to them. She blindsided you. Put her and all that grief you suffered into the past and let's look forward to the wonderful years ahead we've planned to have together, just you and I . To hell with her, I say!" "I wish that I could, Jim, but I can't ignore her plaintive plea. She sounded desperate. She told me she can explain, claims she's innocent. She pleaded with me to not turn her in to the bridge. What am I to do, Jim? " "Do nothing! What concern is it of yours, Dee? If your ex brewed a bitter cauldron on her own, leave her to resolve it --- on her own. You don't owe her a thing! Why should you want to get involved in her troubles? Keep in mind she smacked you down with everyone you held dear for no good reason. From what you've told me about what she'd done, the woman is evil! Let her rot in jail! Why should you care if she does? " "Maybe May's not guilty of those pending charges against her, Jim. If I ever treated her the way she treated me, --- in retribution, I'd feel just as evil as she is, Jim. I can't do it. I'd like to reach out to her, to help. I can't ignore her plea. I'm not vindictive over her treatment of me. That's all in the past. It's over as far as I'm concerned, but her threat is current; in the present." "And it's no concern of yours. You'll only open yourself to public ridicule if you help her to resolve those criminal charges, Dee. You'd have to come out as to who you are. Don't you see? Your marriage to that ungrateful woman will come back to haunt you, and we'll become targets for condescension as a couple of perverts. The world at large isn't ready to freely accept our kind of love for each other. If you won't listen to reason; at least let me confront her instead of you trying to find out what's going on." "Would you, Jim? Would you do that for me?" "What do you think? For you, I'll gladly walk on a bed of hot coals! There's nothing I wouldn't do for you, Dee. Of course, you should be with me when I confront her, but only to provide a bridge as to why I'm willing to listen to whatever she may have to say. She doesn't know who I am. Does she?" "How could she know you? You wouldn't backstab her, would you?" "No, in fact, I'll do whatever you want, Dee. I've no desire to harm your ex, except to help you get her out your life, once and for all. We have four days at sea. That'll give us plenty of time to find out if she's with that guy who turned her against you. The first thing I want to know. Is he still around?" "You know about him?" "A little, from a news article you once showed me. They were developing a new clothing line at the time, as I recall. That's what the article indicated." "Do you think she's still with him, here, on the ship?" "That'll be a good question for starters, when we confront your ex. We've left port, Dee. I can tell by the roll of the deck. We're moving at a pretty good clip. Let's go to the promenade deck to enjoy the view of the receding skyline. We'll have plenty of time to ask your ex-wife questions later on. " Jim took by the arm and led me out on to the promenade deck. We'd already had past the Golden Gate Bridge and we were heading out to the open sea. The silhouette of San Francisco's skyline loomed off the aft of the ship on the port side, just like in the travel folder that had first caught our eye about the cruise we were taking. The view from the ship's stern was breathtaking. I shivered from the cool breeze across my bare shoulders. Jim removed his dinner jacket and put it over me to ward off the chill, kissing my cheek from behind me, as he gently cradled me in his strong arms. It occurred to me how attentive Jim was, sort of polite in a gentlemanly way. I was never indulgent with my wife, as I recall. My love and devotion to my ex had withered and died long before we'd finally separated. My mind drifted to the days when we were happily, and then when we were unhappily married. Our kids were her only concern at the time, and then, when they went off to college, she went back to work, to advance her career, she claimed. She was a retail clerk in a fancy dress shop at the time. She did well, and advanced to the position of manager, then general manager. She was good at what she did for a living, and her sexy figure complimented her fashion savvy. Women sought her out for her expertise. May knew what made sexy women look good, especially the trophy wives. I envied her keen ability to attract a following. They got all her attention, and I got none. Reverse penis envy? I suppose it was! I went on a strict diet and lost weight, but nothing I did lured May's attention back to me. If I couldn't gain back her love for me, I thought: why not find out why other women flocked to her for advice? Maybe it was her keen fashion sense. I tried on her clothes, but they didn't fit my male frame, so I went and bought a few items of my own, panties mostly. I could wear them under my male clothes undetected. I became enamored by the sleek feel of the delicate nylon against my buns. Men have no idea how nice sexy undies feel against one's bare skin. Then, I progressed to wearing a skirt and blouse around the house when May was working late, building up her reputation on the fashion scene. An exclusive dress shop hired her away from her original job, taking her further away from home and me. Then, she did a few fashion shows, and became more well-known due to some interviews she had with representatives from the monthly ladies journals. Her reputation then spread further and wider. The new, upscale dress shop owner where she worked, between fashion shows introduced her to an entrepreneur. He cultivated her talent, made her more visible on the fashion circuit. By that time we were married in name only. She seldom came home before midnight, which suggested to me she was having an affair with the guy. I didn't care. By that time, I was deep in a world of my own, dressing up as a woman and visiting gay bars, where such behavior is at least tolerated by the gays and encouraged by the owners. Jim gently shook me out of my reverie. "Let's go to the guest service desk and see which land excursions we should consider once we get to Hawai'i." By that time, the sun had gone down. "Let's have a cocktail and dinner first. I'm getting a chill." I said. "We have plenty of time for reviewing excursions after we have a relaxing dinner, our first one on the cruise, dear." We went to our assigned dining room, the most elegant and most exclusive dining room aboard the ship, available only to VIP guests booked in luxury suites, which we were, in a suite I had yet to see. The food was scrumptious and the wine divine. The service was impeccable. What a wonderful start to a venture of a lifetime. Our headwaiter came to us and asked if there was anything his staff could do to complement our dinner. Jim advised him we were planning to review our excursion options. "An excursion consultant can best advise you of your options sir." He reached into his dinner jacket pocket and extracted a card. "Simply call this number from your suite, and no advance notice is required. Also, there is no obligation to book any excursion until twenty-four hours in advance of the event, depending on remaining availability, of course, on first come, first serve basis. You need not wait in line down at the reservations desk on Lido deck. An agent will gladly to see you at your convenience. "May I suggest that you both attend the excursion review to simplify the procedure and avoid any ambiguity?" After the headwaiter left us, Jim said, "Now, that's what I call service!" We went directly to our luxury suite and called for an excursion consultant. I'd almost forgotten all about my earlier confrontation with my ex-wife, and was looking forward to learning more about the excursions available. Jim held his hand over the phone and advised me a reservation agent could see us directly. We went down to Lido deck and I damned near went into shock upon seeing my ex in the doorway of a small partitioned booking office. "Mr. and Mrs. Lars, please step inside." Jim stepped aside and gestured with a sweeping arm for me to go in first. I stepped inside and turned to face her, keeping her from entering the room. "That's quite far enough, May! What are you doing here?" I turned to Jim who looked perplexed. "Jim, this is my ex-wife: May." Jim stood open-mouthed, staring at her. "Hi, I'm Jim Lars. She -- she looks just like you, Dee! You could be taken for twins!" "Well, close, except for the hair color. Her clothes all fit me now. We could pass for sisters. That's immaterial. What are you doing here, May?" "As far as the cruise ship line is concerned, I'm here to advise you about the various excursions available to you on this cruise. In reality, I'd much rather take a minute or two to explain how I was charged with a felony crime. I'm innocent of any wrong doing, by the way, in case you're interested." "To hell you are! You're guilty of infidelity to me with that partner of yours. We saw an article about your exploits in the papers. You were in the process of setting up a clothing empire with him. Weren't you?" "Yes I was, but there was nothing illegal about my doing that, Del." "You and that weasel were in a love affair. You exposed my penchant for women's clothes before the divorce to divert attention from you and your boyfriend's illicit intimacy. "That's not true! Our relationship was purely professional!" "Was he that good in bed that you decided to destroy my reputation so you could have free reign to sleep with him whenever you'd like? I lost every damned thing I'd worked for over twenty-five years we were together: everything, including the self-respect I had until you leached it out during my exposure. Everyone we knew back then now hates me because of it!" She looked over to Jim. "Well, not everyone, obviously, Del. You landed on your feet fairly well, from what I can see." She nodded sidewise. "Nice catch. You make a strikingly attractive woman, by the way, Del. I'm proud of you. It must have taken a lot of effort, but then again, you had practice." "It's Dee, and not Del, if you don't mind! I'm sure you're not here to mock my indulgences. Aren't you satisfied? You ruined my life! If not for Jim here, I'd have lost what little you left behind. I lost my job over the pictures of the two of us you sent to my former employer to expose me. Jim here had to support me while I was looking for another job, but my former employer wouldn't give me a decent referral because of those pictures. I never did find an employer who would hire me, after that. You blackballed me!" "I never sent any pictures of you to your employer, Del, --- I mean: Dee." "No? Well, if you didn't, then who did?" "I really don't know, my former partner: the rat that screwed me, I suspect, oh, not the way you think he screwed me, by the way. He convinced me to subscribe a group of potential investors in a new women's clothing line he was planning to introduce. I had a following at the time, if you recall. "Well, I rounded up about forty eager investors to deposit substantial sums into an investment account, mostly people within the trade who'd taken my sound advice about women's fashions. In fact, the prospect of introducing a new high fashion line seemed to have great potential, until the rat suddenly disappeared with over two million dollars from the project's bank account, including every cent I had to my name, including what I'd 'gleaned' as you put it, from our divorce. That bastard ran off and left me holding the empty bag as an accomplice to his scheme! I have no plausible means of defense to keep me from going to prison. "I'm hiding aboard a cruise ship, incognito, a smiling face, holding down a job totally unrelated to the fashion world, my world, trying to remain out of harm's way. To my former associates and colleagues, I'm a no good, rotten, conniving scoundrel. I can hardly believe how fast the tables turned on me. One day I was on top of the world; a rising star in the fashion world. Next thing I know, I'm running for my life charged with financial manipulation." "Why not go to the police with that story? There must be a way to prove he ran out on you, leaving you accountable to the law and all those investors?" "Not without a lawyer, I can't. Expert lawyers cost money. I don't have any. I'd love to be able to clear my name and try to get back to doing what I did before that rotten bastard came along to ruin my reputation and life." Jim spoke up. "What if we loaned you the money to hire a well-regarded law firm to represent you? Would you voluntarily turn yourself in?" "What?" I shouted. I looked at Jim like he was crazy! "You can't be serious! Why would you want to get involved, Jim? She means nothing to you." "Now, please calm down, will you Dee? May here must obviously still mean something to you, or you'd have stormed out by now to report her identity to the ship's bridge. I assume she used a valid alias while applying for this job, otherwise the cruise line wouldn't have hired her, not with an outstanding warrant out for her arrest. Besides, if May hadn't divorced you in the first place, we'd have never met. Let's not act hastily. Shall we? Now, May, we can't address you as May without arising suspicion. Can we?" "No," she replied. "I use June now, June Cole." "You're using your kid sister's married name?" I asked. "I have June's blessing to use her identity to work here, a legit name. She's not working at the moment, and we look almost identical on our driver's licenses. I opted to pay Dutch income taxes on my job application, the cruise line's country of registry, so I'm not evading American income taxes, since I don't intend to return to the States as long as there are those criminal charges pending. I wish I could, but I don't dare set foot on American soil. " She sounded sincere. My hatred for her was waning. "I have one question to ask you that bothers me, May, uh, June. Did you ever sleep with the guy?" She turned red as a beet. "Yes I did Dee, unfortunately, but that was after our divorce and not before. I swear to you I didn't. I was faithful to you all the time we were married. By the way, what full first name are you using?" She asked me. "I'll need to fill in a few forms regarding the excursions as long as you're both here. You won't have to choose any that I show you." "It's Delores." "Those smutty pictures of you playing around with Jim here in a public bar convinced me you had lost your mind and wanted to get a sex change. You may not realize it, but you were very careless with your feminine underwear. When I'd found where you'd hidden them, they reeked of seminal discharge. You caroused around with men long before I divorced you. Didn't you? Do you think I could ignore your shenanigans if our friends and children learned about your erratic behavior because of your carelessness?" It was more of an accusation than a question. "I never had any illicit affairs with men when we were still married, May --- June. I swear I didn't. I had just met Jim here on the evening those pictures of us were taken by the person you hired to spy on me! Jim was a bit pushy, when we first met, but I stopped him cold. We never did anything ---" "Then, how do you account for the traces of seminal discharge I discovered in your lacy panties that you thought you'd hidden away? The scent of it led me right to them! I found them over a month before those pictures turned ---. Hey! Wait a minute! I didn't hire anyone to spy on you!!!" She screamed. "If you didn't hire that spy, who else could have possibly known I'd be out that evening wearing a dress. He must have been hired by you! You were the only person with a motive for exposing me. And, that discharge you saw in my panties? ---It was mine. Sometimes, I resorted to masturbating, since you were never around to honor your marital responsibilities. You were always too busy to have anything to do with me! Oh, no! You were with HIM!" Jim cut in. "That's enough, you two. You both look as if you want to tear each other's hair out! Lower your voices, both of you. That's all in the past. It's over with! Your shouting is causing a commotion. Stop it right now!" I bit my lip. "She's lying, Jim!" I kept my voice low, but my intention was clear. I wanted her to get fired. "I could care less if she got fired." "I received those photos of you two in an unmarked envelope at my office from an undisclosed, concerned friend, claiming your irresponsible behavior was fast becoming common knowledge and I had better do something about it if I valued my potential as a fashion mogul. What would you have done?" Jim answered before I could. "I'd probably had done the same thing you did. You searched and found his soiled underwear ---." She butt in, "Panties, they were panties. Are you afraid to say: panties?" "Calm down. Alright, so they were panties. Dee looks great in panties. She wears them all the time now. What difference does that make? Didn't you ever wash out semen stains from his tidy whities? He - damn it, Dee claims it was her pecker tracks you found in his --- damn it, her panties." Her response, "Honestly, we both were on the 'outs' for years, Jim. I had a lot of things on my mind at the time. Who would have believed the stains were hers --- his? It was a purely logical assumption on my part to believe Del --- or Dee was fooling around behind my back. I wouldn't have and shouldn't have stood for it! No one would have. Would you have?" "What I might have done if I were in your place is immaterial. I'm not a woman." He looked at her with a raised brow. "Damn! Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned! It must have been one hell of a shock to you to discover your husband sought sexual relief by other means, even if by his own hand." "Neither is Dee a woman! Or is he ---she?" She turned to me. "Are you?" I'd calmed down a little by then. I wanted May to know how far I had taken my fetish since I became dependent on Jim for my support. I felt I owed it to her, in case she hadn't hired that spy who took pictures of us and caused the rift between us to escalate to the point of her filing for a divorce. "Technically no, June, I'm not really a woman, but I've changed outwardly enough so it would take a close inspection of my genitalia to detect my true gender now. Most everything male about me has been sort of tucked away. My breasts are real, no silicone, the result of feminizing hormone therapy. "We have an excellent doctor who supervised my physical changes." "By we, am I to assume you mean Jim Lars here and yourself?" "Yes, Jim and I are married. We're taking this cruise for our honeymoon. In case you aren't aware, it's legal for two people of like gender marry now." "It was wise of you to want to marry a man, judging by how you look." "I hope you meant that as a compliment and not a snide remark, June. It took a lot of hard work to lose the weight so I could take advantage of the clothes you chose to leave behind after you divorced me. You always had such good taste when it came to buying clothes. " "You bought most of the sexier clothes that I left behind, so sexy, I wouldn't dream of wearing any of it. You sure didn't waste any time confirming my stated reasons for divorcing you. Did you? I didn't hire that snoop who took ingratiating photos of you two playing house together, but I should have, to catch you involved in a gay relationship. I'm not sorry now, for divorcing you when I did. I probably should have divorced you a lot sooner, Dee." "For what it's worth, I was never unfaithful to you, not even once, in all the twenty-five years we were married. If sexual deprivation is being unfaithful, you were more unfaithful to me than I ever was to you. You stopped caring about me completely, once your budding career became your obsession." "Oh, what's the use? I don't want to argue about who was right or who was wrong, Dee. You seem to have recovered, and admirably, it appears. I'm the one who's out on a limb and in trouble, now. Maybe I had it coming to me for believing in a scoundrel who duped me out of every dime I had and took a lot of my business friends and associates for a slippery ride, as well. If I'll ever get my hands on that bastard, he'll rue the day he was born." Jim interrupted her. "We'd better sign up for a few land excursions before your manager demotes you for taking up so much of our time, June. We can discuss your ill fate further another time, can't we? We'll be spending the next few weeks aboard ship. I want to start out by making a discreet call to an excellent lawyer I know if before my cell phone is out of range. That is: if it isn't out of range already." 5. "Do you have a lap-top computer with you on the ship?" June asked. "Yes we do. Why?" "You can use the ship's Wi-Fi, instead of your cell phone. It's cheaper, faster and easier." "Is it a secure Wi-Fi?" Jim asked her. "The ship's Wi-Fi is more secure than a long-distance cell phone call is. Besides, your cell phone's service is long out of range by now. Go to the computer service center and have them set up your lap-top. It's open this late. Someone there should be able to set you up. I'd be happy to do it for you, but my computer knowledge is limited. Besides, I don't want to attract any more attention to us than is necessary by being seen with you at the computer center, if you don't mind. " Jim smiled and told her, "I'll be in touch with you when I know something. To me he whispered, "Let's go the casino for a while, Dee. I feel lucky." I knew better than to ask Jim why. If he wanted to tell me, he would have. Once we were out of sight and hearing range from May --- June, he said, "She sounds sincere, but you can never tell about conniving women. If that business partner of hers is still around, he'll remain scarce, but he's sure to watch for whatever we're up to and try to sabotage it. We can split up later on and I'll arrange to telegraph a message to the lawyer that I mentioned. "Her friend the conspirator can't keep track of both of us at the same time. We'll spend an hour or so at the casino, and then you can visit the computer center, alone if they're still open. With any luck the line will have someone on duty late in the evening, since it's the first day. "Ask the techie how computers can reach out across the water, but a cell phone can't. Sound totally uninformed, so it takes the person a lot of time to explain the technology to you in simpler terms. Sound real interested and smile a lot, if the technician is a male. You know what I mean. Hopefully, the con artist will be tracking you, and not me. But, if he does track me, I'll be on the lookout for him, and I'll send that wire out later on.? After we lost some money at the casino and I went to the computer center, Jim and I met later at a prearranged piano bar, where we could talk and not be heard easily, according to him. At the piano bar, Jim quietly told me no one had followed him. He said he stopped for a frozen yogurt and then for a drink. No one followed him. If he was being followed, he?d have noticed. ?If your ex-wife is still criminally involved, she?ll probably try to intercept the response to my telegram. I told my lawyer to go to the police and report that she?s here aboard the ship. If she finds out I instructed him to do that, she?ll think we double-crossed her, and she?ll be on the defensive. If she is, and accosts us, we?ll know she intercepted my telegram, and maybe his.? ?But ? you --- you promised me you wouldn?t blindside my ex, Jim.? ?Don?t worry. You don?t know my lawyer. He knows better than to snitch to the police about a potential client. What he will do is investigate the charges outstanding against her and then develop a plan of attack to at least lessen the chances of her being incarcerated. I can?t promise you she?ll go Scott free, but the guy is a master at his craft. I can hardly wait to hear his reply.? ?It sounds risky, Jim. What if your approach backfires and my ex will think we?re out to get her? She might overreact and do something reckless if your lawyer?s response sounds threatening to her.? ?Like I said, you don?t know my lawyer: Steve Boulder. He?ll respond right away, knowing she might be intercepting our telegrams back and forth. He?ll state what he knows and what he can do in a way that?ll pacify her, and alert us at the same time, since it?ll do him no good to rile her up. He?ll do his research quick as he can and get back to us. We?ll hear from him very soon.? ?I hope so. This is way too nerve wracking. I don?t think I?ll be able to sleep at all tonight, Jim.? ?Want me to suggest what you might want to do instead?? ?I don?t even think I?d be comfortable being intimate, Jim. I won?t be able to get my ex out of my mind.? ?In that case, let?s go back into the casino and try to win back some of the money we lost earlier this evening.? 6. We heard back from Jim?s lawyer friend two days later. The telegram was short and to the point. To: Mr. Jim Lars, S.S. Ocean Queen. ?I?ll handle the matter, but with no guarantees. Situation is similar to Glenn White?s. Send retainer, ha, ha.? Steve B. ?It?s impossibly vague, Jim. What does it mean?? ?Glenn White, a mutual friend of ours, was served a subpoena in a paternity case. The charge was brought forth by the girl?s parents, and then dropped when the real culprit confessed. The guilty party was underage and had used Glenn?s I.D.?s to buy liquor to get the girl drunk first and then pregnant. The receipt from the liquor store the police found at the scene had Glenn?s credit card numbers on it which fingered Glenn. Of course, Glenn was innocent and the county prosecutor apologized for his excessive zeal later on, but the police department didn?t pull the warrant for Glenn?s arrest yet, not until after they had arrested and incarcerated Glenn without bail. Sometimes it doesn?t pay to get out of bed in the morning.? ?Wow.? ?By saying? ?Send retainer, ha, ha. ? Steve is saying it?s a freebie because the warrant outstanding against your ex must not have been expunged from the New York police department?s outstanding warrant files until after May ? or June went on the lam. Justice isn?t always as swift as it should be.? I said, ?You mean: she?s not wanted for anything? That?s wonderful news! We?ve got to tell her!? Jim said, ?Seems to me you must still care deeply for the woman, Dee. You ought to keep that under your hat, for now, or under your tiara, if you know what I mean. She did you a grievous wrong, regardless the validity of her claim regarding your fidelity or her lack of love for you at the time. ?May and I were married for twenty-five years, Jim. We went through a lot of rough spots together. If I?d have known she?d go off the deep end over my dalliance in women?s wear, I surely wouldn?t have soiled that first pair of panties. No matter. It?s too late to grieve over my poor judgement. Look at me now. I?m as good looking a woman as she is only she?s authentic. If I wanted to, and I don?t, I wouldn?t even dare to consider reconciliation.? Jim said, ?The telegram from Steve doesn?t explain why, it just indicates the charges against her were dropped, probably due to insufficient evidence against her, or perhaps a reversal or rebuttal of false testimony.? My reply, ?Who would want to testify against her falsely?? ?Could be one of the investors blames her for recommending the investment opportunity. Who did doesn?t matter. The charges were dropped. Depending on how May ---June reacts or responds to our claim that she?s not wanted by the New York authorities, we?ll wire Steve Boulder again for clarification of his findings. One thing, though: I believe your ex deeply resents me, or at least our now being married. She has to realize we?re in love and we express our mutual love intimately. She may still have a place in her heart for you, regardless of your present feminine appearance, and therefore she probably resents me for loving you, darling because you transformed your appearance so extensively to please me. Your stunning beauty and close resemblance to her is almost uncanny. I don?t know whether or not she may do something stupid over that. I?m more concerned if she may want to mar that beauty, my love. ? I replied. ?I?m not concerned. You don?t know May like I do, Jim. She has transformed a hundred or more ?plain Janes? into beautiful runway models. She?s obsessed with epitomizing hidden beauty by teaching her clients how to bring forth that hidden beauty for the world to see. To want to destroy or obstruct loveliness would be equivalent to you wanting to destroy all those art forms you and the other neon lighting masters created in glass at Midway airport and the other sites throughout the country. It doesn?t seem likely to me May or you would ever want to do something so dastardly.? ?Hmm, maybe you?re right, Dee. I hope you are. Let?s seek her out and we can tell her there?s no longer any need for her to worry about being jailed.? 7. Jim tracked down June and we met with her when she was off duty, so the cruise line wouldn?t care if she talked to us about something personal. She was glad to find out, ?That?s the situation as it stands, June. My lawyer has indicated there are presently no criminal charges outstanding against you in New York, or anywhere else that he knows of. Have you done anything that would generate a warrant for your arrest anywhere else?? ?Oh, you can?t imagine how relieved I feel at this moment, Jim. But, how can I be sure what you?re saying is true?? ?My lawyer has no reason to deceive me regarding a serious matter such as this, June. If there were warrants against you, he would have told me so. Would you like to see the telegraphed message he sent to me?? Jim held out the telegram to June to read what it said. June read it and handed it back. ?This says nothing about me! It?s a nebulous response to something you talked to him about. I can?t rely on something so ---so lacking of assurance. What was it you asked him to do? Can I see the telegram you sent to him?? ?Certainly,? Jim said as he handed it to her. Mr. Steve Boulder, Esq. Morton Tower, Suite 600, Montgomery, Al Need info on one May L. Clay formerly of Chicago, Illinois who is presently at a location unknown. She was sought on warrant for criminal fraud in New York, supposedly. Please investigate and confirm or deny. Gratefully, Jim Lars S.S Ocean Queen June handed back the telegram to Jim saying: Your request is clear but the response you received says nothing regarding me, Jim. It may sounds nebulous, to anyone else, but it was sent so I?d know what he means and no one else, in case your former associate is keeping tabs on you. My attorney would never directly contact the police, like I asked. He did contact them, but indirectly, so as not to raise concern, if there were any warrants outstanding. ?Glenn Writer, a mutual friend is the person to which Steve referred in his response was once charged with paternity, but the charges against him were dropped when the real father came forward and confessed. That means the charges against you were dropped, as well. Asking for a retainer in advance says he doesn?t have to do anything to help you. Steve never asks for money in advance. His fee is predicated on time spent or a percentage of the savings he affords a client, which he determines once the case is closed. The ha ha comment is Steve?s way of telling me the joke is on me.? June responded, ?I have no idea who this Glenn Writer is, or what he did or didn?t do, so I can?t accept your assurance that I?m in the clear, Jim.? ?Do you have a lawyer you can trust?? ?Sure.? Then, contact him and have him check with the police in New York. Find out for yourself, why don?t you?? ?I --- I, my former associate, that bastard, referred me to Robert Adams, my current lawyer. If I contact him seeking help, I assume my former associate will learn my whereabouts.? ?What are you afraid of?? I asked. ?I requested to be added to the creditors list: the people who filed criminal charges against Don Lunkel and me, individually, because he defrauded me of the money that I?d invested in the project, every dime I had to my name, except for what I kept in reserve my checking account for living expenses. That amounted to close to a thousand dollars, but it didn?t last very long. ?I was flat broke by the time I landed this job, which provides for room and board as well as a menial salary. I need this job to survive. My name is mud now in the fashion industry, even if I am exonerated of any wrong doing.? Jim said, ?Do me a favor, June. Get a hold of my lawyer, Steven Boulder, yourself. I?ll give you his business address. He?s okay, I can vouch for him. If you don?t like what he tells you, find another lawyer and ask him to do what I asked Steve to do. See if the charges against you were dropped or not. You?ve nothing to lose by independently checking out what I?ve told you.? 8. Two weeks later, close to the end of our honeymoon, Jim, June and I were basking in the sun on the beach on the ?big? island. June could fraternize with us, once off the ship. ?What are you going to do, now that you know the charges against you were dropped, June?? ?I?m going to try and track down that bastard, former partner of mine, before all the money is spent. If he has any brains, he?s living on it, in luxury, but it won?t last very long, so I don?t want to waste any time. I?ve got to find and nail him before he spends it all! I asked Mr. Boulder if he could help.? Jim took off his sunglasses, leaned over on his beach lounge and asked her: What for? He most assuredly knows Lunkel is wanted and he has probably spent most of the money by now, living under an alias. You can?t get blood out of a clam, you know.? ?Even so, I want to bring him to justice, if only to clear my good name.? ?You were exonerated, June! You can even resume using your real identity and not you kid sister?s name. It is confusing, you know. I never know how to address you. After twenty five years, I keep wanting to call you May.? ?Twenty five years? Was it that long? The years slipped away so quickly, I can hardly believe we were married that long.? ?Well, we?re not married anymore, June. Oh, I am, but not to you. I?m now married to Jim, and happily, I must say. June, you and I were at each other?s throats for the last few years we were married. Fortunately, all?s well, that ends well. I can forgive you for divorcing me, now that I know you believed I was being unfaithful to you at the time, but not anymore.? ?Forgive me? Forgive me for what, Dee? I?m sorry, but I?m the one who ought to forgive and forget, even if you weren?t unfaithful to me. You were a thorn in my side after the kids went off on their own. All you wanted of me was my body. You were so covetous, you emulated me and masturbated to the mental image you had of any woman you conjured up in your sick mind. We stopped being one in purpose, even before I became more successful in my professional endeavors. I couldn?t depend on you to support whatever opportunity arose. Instead, you bought more and more intimate apparel.? ?I wanted to make mad passionate love to you at the time, May, just like we did when we first got married, but you were always too busy with advancing your career, if you recall. You never had any time for me!? ?Oh no, you didn?t really want to make love with me, Del. You only wanted to satisfy your carnal lust. What you did to placate your lack of love for me after I divorced you proves that you weren?t in love with me anymore. ?You found a means to satisfy your lust even before the divorce. Admit it. You found lust within the palm of your hand more important to you than telling me what you needed so bad. After we got divorced, you went out at the earliest opportunity and sought solace with someone else, anyone else. Didn?t you? You never challenged my grounds for the divorce. Did you? How long did it take you to hook up with Jim again, a week, two maybe?? ?I don?t recall, exactly.? ?You don?t want to recall, because it was just two weeks.? ?No it wasn?t. It was more like two months afterwards, maybe three. I?d lost my job after I?d found another house, a smaller one, one I would have been able to afford on my salary if I hadn?t lost my job no thanks to you, or so I thought at the time. I spent a good deal of time moving all the things you left behind from the storage unit I had to rent and was costing me as much as a place to live before I went out for a drink one night to one of my favorite bars. It had to be two months after the divorce that I met Jim a second time, as Del that second time and not as Dee. We talked. That?s about all. ?I was out of work and without means to pay the next mortgage payment. Jim offered to pay it if he could move in for the duration of his contract for replacing decorative neon lighting over at Midway Airport. I?d told him that I wasn?t going to crossdress anymore. He was okay with that, unless I agreed to let him move in with me. ?He convinced me it would be wiser for us if I assumed a feminine identity in case nosey neighbors were homophobic. Since we weren?t gay and we weren?t going to be, I thought it made sense. I dressed casually as a woman whenever we left the house together to have dinner or go see a show or a sporting event. Jim liked to see football, baseball and boxing matches live. ?If I went out on my own, I?d leave the house using my beater, leaving from inside the garage. I could wear whatever I liked, since no one could see me in the car through its tinted side windows unless they were right next to it.? ?Dee?s right you know.? Jim assured May. ?All Dee did was to assume a different identity, no different from what you did by assuming your sister?s.? ?Bull! Don?t tell me you two got married without being intimate.? ?Well-l-l-l, we eventually came to terms with cementing our relationship with marriage, once I convinced Dee to stop switching back and forth. It was too difficult for her to pose as two different people, once her physical --- aspects started to become outwardly obvious. You see, she wanted to look authentic, once I became fonder of her while we were living together, so we spoke to a specialist who treats guys transitioning to women. He prescribed a testosterone inhibitor and feminine hormone therapy to enhance Dee?s looks. She wanted to be able to fit into your castoffs. In a way, you?re responsible, at least partly, for Dee?s desire to look more feminine. You are so svelte!? ?Bull! She was hooked on crossdressing years before we ceased having any intimate relations. I found her sexy panties inside the laundry sacks when it arrived back from laundry service, panties that surely didn?t belong to me, several, I might add. Of course, I acted as if I didn?t see them, so Dee would sort out which were hers and which were mine, or let me know that someone else?s panties were returned to us by the laundry service by mistake. ?Since Dee didn?t say the laundry service made a mistake, I assumed all the sexy panties belonged to Dee. I saw nothing wrong with her deviant hobby at the time, so I never mentioned it to Dee, who always acted like Del in my presence back then, never as Dee. I should add that a lot of men came to our boutique to buy most outrageous looking intimate wear in extra and double extra-large sizes. Some paid with their credit cards instead of cash, revealing their identity, not knowing their wives are also customers who never buy anything so frivolous to wear for themselves. They wouldn?t think of wearing anything so scanty. However, some of these women would buy XL or XXL maid?s outfits on occasion. If men like to wear sexy panties and some women like to put aprons on their submissive husband-maids who am I to interfere. To each his own I say. If Del got off by wearing wear sexy undies, I decided I could live with it.? ?You knew I wore them, and didn?t say anything?? ?Of course I knew. Why should I have interfered? You reeked of sex, and your closet reeked from sex, as well, right after you?d worn them. Men are oversexed. If you got off without my help, it was fine with me, Dee. You required less indulgence from me, and I was pleased as punch at the prospect of not having to satisfy your overactive libido as often. I was raising two children at the time with no or little help from you, my dear.? ?Wait a minute, May. I wasn?t crossdressing back then.? ?No, but I knew it would only be a matter of time before you did, because you were buying me outrageous intimate wear I?d never wear in a million years. Your imagination was running wild, back then. I bet you drooled on them over at the adult book stores or sex oriented adult sex wear shops that way overcharge men for scanty panties they sell. Is that how you acquired your lust throve of fine underwear, my darling?? ?Don?t call me your darling, May!? ?Oh, come off it, Dee. I?m resentful that our marriage ended the way it did, and I hold you responsible, or at least partly responsible. If you were faithful to me, and if I didn?t see those outrageous pictures of the two of you kissing and fondling each other in public, I wouldn?t have divorced you. So, don?t you put all the blame on me! You had it coming. Don?t you agree?? ?You were engrossed in your true love: the fashion world at the time. I felt that I?d lost you, May. That note you sent was so --- final, with no chance of our reconciling. I had to sell everything we owned for pennies on the dollar to clean out the house for the real estate brokers to handle the disposition. If you were around to decide what things you wanted to keep ---.? ?You could have put my things with your things into the storage unit that you rented. I notice you chose to keep my clothes. You could have kept all the memorabilia if you had a mind to instead of selling them off.? Jim stopped us. ?Cut out the chatter you two. You?re giving me a headache. What?s done is done, plain and simple. If you must gab, discuss something worthwhile like whether or not you?re going to help June get back into the fashion whirl, and how you intend to do it if you?re going to do it.? ?Me? Help June --- she?s May, not and June. Why should I help her go back to what she was doing when she divorced me? Why would I want to do that, Jim? I don?t want anything to do with her!? ?Yes you do, or you wouldn?t have had me get in touch with Steve boulder to resolve her outstanding warrant issue. ?Why? Because you turned out beautiful because of your rift. That?s why! If you two would have stayed married, June ---okay, May: your ex would still be ignoring you for months on end and you would have continued to pull your pud into panties and not evolved into the magnifiscent, sexy woman you are today. You ought to thank her for divorcing you.? ?That will be the day!? ?I?m serious. You hid the lovely woman you are inside all those years and deprived May of knowing you like I do. May is enthralled with taking plain Janes and making eye catching runway models of them. You ought to let her work her magic on you. It wouldn?t take much, you know. Would it May?? May?s response, ?Don?t look at me! I don?t do perverts! It?s not my forte!? ?Hey, both of you --- wake up! Let bygones be bygone?s. May, you claim you can?t afford a lawyer to clear your name. I got a hold of Steve Boulder for you and he found out you?re not wanted back in New York. If you expect to have the entire file expunged and be able to show your former associates that you are innocent of any wrong doing, except for working with a crumb of a man, than you?ll need a benefactor to front you the money to do all that. ?Dee, you should bury the hatchet and admit that you still love May. If you don?t do it now, while you?re still talking to one another, you?ll regret it for the rest of your life, and you won?t be able to resume communicating with your kids and your grandchildren without May?s help. ?Do you two want to spend the rest of your life bickering, or do you want to kiss and make up? Huh? How about it? Can you reconcile your differences, of not?? May said, ?You expect me kiss a woman, one who wears my --- castoffs?? ?Dee is your ex-husband! You were married to her for twenty-five years!? ?She isn?t the person I married, not on the surface, she isn?t. I can?t forgive her for trying to look exactly like me instead of wanting to help me look better than I do. What kind of man copies his wife?s outward appearance instead of looking more like a man like he should? ? ?You aren?t the same person you were when the two of you got married twenty-five years ago, either, May. People change. You changed. You got older, but did you get any wiser? If you were wiser, you would have given Del some space, some latitude in regards to his fetish. Instead, you threw down a gauntlet and acted like a jealous man. You threw Del out, and you threw his life with you away. Del is gone forever. Now, Dee?s with me.? ?More power to ya! You can have her. You?re two if a kind.? ?Thank you, May. At least we understand each other in that regard. Now, if you want our help to expunge that file and get you on good terms with your former associates, you ought to cut us some slack. You can stay on the ship and work under your own name from now on, because you don?t have to hide anymore, or you go wherever you please as May, and not June. ?However, if you want to catch that bastard who stole your money and the money of the other investors before he spends all of it you ought to calm down, forget about your resentment and give us the opportunity to assist you. Who else you know of will offer to help you? Eh?? ?No one will. I wonder, though. Why are you willing to help me?? ?Dee still loves you, you dope, and I love Dee, so we?re stuck with you.? ?Don?t make fun of me, Jim. Being accused of a crime isn?t funny.? ?No, it isn?t. Not at all, but you can?t let it get to you. You have to take it on the chin and move on, get after the culprit and exonerate yourself.? ?How can I?? ?I already wired Steve to look into it. He knows people who seek out people who have gone on the lam. All we have to do at this point is to wait for the experts to do what they do so well. Don?t worry. They?ll find him, and soon, I hope. Meanwhile, I wonder what the specialty dinner of the night will be.? 9. R-r-r-ring! ?Hi, Steve Boulder, how can I help you?? ?Lenny Finn here, Steve. I found your target. He didn?t even leave the States yet, the dope. He?s hiding out in a small town here in Alabama, of all places. You had better notify the authorities before he leaves the country. I?ll send you my bill by fax. Send me a check. Will ya? I?m kind of short, ya know?? ?I will do! Thanks, Lenny. You?re a pal. I?ll keep you posted. You stay on top of the mark until the law steps in. I need to confirm with my pigeon for a directive. I?ll get right back to you. Could be a kudo for you with the law if it?s a collar, you know, if and when the law recovers the stolen money.? ?Yeah, thanks, Steve. Bye now.? --- ?Click.? ?Hi Jim, are you there.? ?I?m here, Steve.? ?Good to hear your voice. I got good news. We found your friend. Do you want the law to nab him?? ?Yes, nail down the bastard, definitely! Make sure the police recover the money he stole from my wife?s --- friend.? ?You married again? When did this happen? I thought you swore off!? ?I?ll explain later, Steve. I want to tell the girls the news, right now. The two of them are on pins and needles since your last phone call.? ?Are you back on the continent yet?? ?Yeah, we just landed. Why do you ask?? ?Oh, nothing, I just thought we might get together, you know, touch base.? ?Oh, you want to meet your client, in person, is that it?? ?Yeah, sort of, she must be a looker if her twin nailed you down.? ?Do I detect a pang of jealousy, Steve?? ?NO! Can?t a guy be curious? Since your wife passed away, you?ve become an unbearable asshole. You know that?? ?Okay! I?ll bring them around when we pay your bill. They?re both kind of cute. The two of them could pass for sisters. My new wife and I are still on our honeymoon, so I don?t mind a side trip down to Montgomery. One of these days, I?m going to semi-retire, just like you, Steve, but you?ve got to clue me. Why did you ever pick an unlikely place like Montgomery?? ?Are you kidding? We still have seasons down here, but it never really gets cold. You need to wear a jacket, but you don?t have to shovel the white shit! The prices and taxes aren?t anywhere near what you pay up north. The food, well, the only thing I miss is Chicago style pizza and the Italian roast beef. Otherwise, it?s a great life, and the rent is cheap.? ?Mmm, it sounds good. I?ll set it up and let you know when we?re coming. In the meantime, have the cops down there, nail the bastard!? ?I will do! I already advised the local constabulary and a few Montgomery detectives I know, in case the local yokels where he is can?t find their way out of a paper bag. I don?t mean to demean them, but this collar is probably way out of their league, so I called in the state troopers, as well. They?ll coordinate the collar with all of Montgomery?s bulls and banks to make sure they locate the stashed cash. I doubt if he?d use a small bank where he is.? During our flight from San Francisco to Chicago, Jim advised May and I about his latest phone call with Steve Boulder. ?The State, county and local police have been advised of Don Lunkel?s current whereabouts. A private detective Steve hired has tracked Lunkel down and is sitting on him, without being spotted, so the police will have an easier time picking Lunkel up.? May whispered, ?I hope he gets a hundred years, that mother---.? ?Shh, not so loud, May? Was my response. ?Let a judge decide. I?m sure some of the investors will come forward to testify against him, if need be.? When we got to Chicago, Jim went to a ticket counter and immediately booked the earliest flight to Montgomery for all three of us he could get. ?Couldn?t you give us a night or two to sleep in our own bed for a change? We?ve been travelling for over three weeks now. My feet are still wobbly from being on a moving ship. ? I mumbled. ?I told Steve Boulder we?d pay him a visit as soon as we could. He?d told me he?d like to meet May. He wants to meet someone who could raise two million on a will of the wisp adventure. It won?t take us but a day or two. Besides, the climate down in Montgomery is far superior to that of Chicago come February. I?d like to check out the local charm of a true southern city. If it isn?t to your liking, we can return to Chicago on the next flight out.? ?What for? Chicago is the place to be, Jim,? I bemoaned. May added. ?Gee, maybe we can be there when the police nab Lunkel. I?d give plenty to see that sucker get nailed!? ?You?ll gain plenty if he gets nailed with the money he stole intact. You?ll gain more if there?s a reward offered for his capture. You provided Boulder with information necessary to initiate the manhunt. The New York police weren?t hot on his trail at all.? The bumpy flight to Montgomery took about two hours and I was exhausted by the time we arrived. My swollen feet and aching back were killing me. This attorney: Steve Boulder met us at the Montgomery airport. Once Jim introduced him to May and I, he took us by limo straight to the Plaisance Hotel in downtown Montgomery. The four of us had a lavish seafood dinner at the hotel?s ultra-fancy restaurant with roaming violin players entertaining the dining room. We then went up to a very fancy penthouse suite with two separate bedrooms and a fully stocked bar with comfortable lounge chairs surrounding it. Boulder was all over May like a wet blanket, it was plain to see. She didn?t seem to mind it, though. ?I can?t believe how lovely you look, the both of you,? he repeated more than once to us. ?You two bring pure elegance to a room by entering it. Jim, you a luck man to have such a lovely wife, and I can?t believe that you are unattached May. Why hasn?t some handsome devil asked you for your hand in marriage?? ?Well, hold onto your hat Mr. Boulder. I had been married until recently.? ?I hope the gentleman has not come to an untimely death. A man has to be a fool to let you get away by divorce.? ?The fool you speak of is right here in the room with us.? ?Do you mean Jim divorced you to marry Dee?? ?No,? I replied. The three of us, we all laughed together. ?May divorced me because I dramatically changed my outward appearance, not to her liking. I?d taken up crossdressing in my spare time and she felt it interfered with her career. She had been prospecting for investors in the new clothing line she was hoping to introduce back then.? ?You mean you?re --- you?re - a transsexual? I can?t believe it! You?re so strikingly beautiful, and not a bit manly. How do you do it?? ?How I do it is none of your business. I suppose I always had a gentler side and deep down. I wanted to express it. Why shouldn?t men be able to wear frilly, sensual frocks? What give women the sole right to enjoy the feel of satiny, delicate textures?? ?You don?t have to modify your body physically to wear any frills! You?re unmistakably female!? ?If I wore feminine attire and looked manly I?d certainly be taken for being gay, and I?m not gay and neither is Jim. My becoming convincingly female was the most assured way for the two of us to ---- co-habitate and also avoid derision for being gay.? ?No way any guy sprouts a pair of ---, excuse me, no man would change so dramatically just to be able to share a house together.? ?Of course not, except I was cross dressing compulsively when I met Jim, and I?d have continued to crossdress, causing Jim undue embarrassment, so I took my fetish a step further. If I didn?t mind turning men?s heads because of how attractive I look as a woman, perhaps I wouldn?t have begun to take the feminizing hormones, but why I did take them is still none of your business, Mr. Boulder. It could be I just prefer to live as a woman. Eh?? ?I apologize. I wasn?t trying to insult you. I was merely being curious.? ?Apology accepted.? He turned to Jim. ?But you married her, I mean him! Was that necessary?? ?There are a host of reasons that you should know, considering your being a lawyer and all, Steve, financial considerations.? ?You want her to inherit your wealth in the event of your untimely death?? ?That?s part of it. There are tax considerations, as well, and the fact that I?d like to think Dee is my wife. Damn it! Dee is my wife! Having marital sex has little to do with being married. Countless couples don?t engage in any sexual relations as they mature, Steve. You know that!? ?Of course, but the vast majority of married people do engage in marital sex, or there?d be far fewer infants being born.? ?We?re both presently in mid-life. We?re not kids anymore. Having sex isn?t the predominant driving factor in life for a man that it once was.? ?Oh, isn?t it? I beg to differ with you, Jim.? ?Oh, well, in your case, maybe it still is. You?ve never been married. I have, and so has Dee, both of us have had wives for over twenty-five years, and for your information, I can confirm that Dee is definitely not gay. So you?d better cross out all those ugly thoughts you have in your filthy mind about her sexual conduct. ? ?Oh, I?m not concerned about Dee?s conduct at all, Steve.? He approached Jim and asked, ?I am; however, interested in someone; else?s.? Steve turned his head toward May who was blushing profusely. She smugly told him: ?If you must know, I am not involved with anyone at all. Why don?t you ask me how I feel about Dee and Jim being married, Steve? Since their marriage is the principle topic of discussion this evening. I thought you?d be more apt to ask me how much money I stand to recover from Lunkel?s capture. You do charge your clients a percentage of any such financial advantages attained. Do you not?? ?I also claim a rightful percentage of any rewards offered for his capture.? Jim spoke up. ?We weren?t aware of any rewards being offered.? ?Your friend: Mr. Lunkel was a busy fellow. May wasn?t the first pigeon he duped. His modem operando was to convince an unsuspecting accomplice he had the ability to acquire a clothing manufacturing facility to produce the finished goods, which he didn?t, and then have his pigeon amass substantial sums of money from potential investors who never met him personally, so they couldn?t identify him. When enough money was accumulated in a joint account by his pigeon, he withdrew the dough and flew the coop. ?He had a clever scheme going, and he?s wanted in other states for the same crime, but he was always one step ahead of the law. We finally positively I.D.?d him from his those taking pictures of Dee with Jim in a gay bar back in Chicago. While he was taking cell phone pictures of the two of you, the crafty bartender, some gay guy tagged as ?Pocahontas? noticed him doing it, so he decided to clandestinely take some very nice pictures of the guy taking pictures of Jim and Dee. Guess who was taking those pictures, May? ?Lunkel?? ?One and the same.? ?How did you know to contact this ?Pocahontas' Person.? ?That, sweetheart, is none of your business. Oh, what the hell! You came to me through Jim, asking for my help. I know Jim well, and knew where he?d been working. The New York police investigating unit didn?t have that same connection, so they had no reason to ask questions of any bartender in a gay bar in Chicago, but I did. Fortunately, that ?Pocahontas? liked Dee and Jim, though he barely knew Jim, and wanted to help. He offered me copies of the photos he took of Lunkel that night. Need I describe the rest of my many talents and the extent of my willingness to help Jim to the three of you?? ?You personally tracked me down to a gay bar back in Chicago? No, I guess I don?t want to ask you to divulge any more. I hate to think of what else you know about the three of us that we don?t know,? Jim admitted. Steve grinned. ?You?d be surprised!? The End.