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Tingles Eighteen By Katharine Sexkitten Jade and I walked out of the bedroom together, holding hands, her delicate soft fingers laced with mine. Making the turn at the end of the hall, we began to descend down the grand staircase. Two sexy ladies, holding hands intimately, slowly and sinuously stepping down on our high heels. At the first landing, she tightened her grip softly, as if bidding me to slow down. So we came to a stop, the two of us, gazing down on the massive foyer below. There were probably a dozen people or so milling about, or in transit from one area of the mansion to another. Cross-dressers, panty boys, a couple of Silver Daddies. And two security men, on either side of the huge front doors. A few seconds of admiring the view, and her hand gently eased me forward again, and we stepped down. At the second landing, we stopped again. Just for a moment or two, but it felt like we were two princesses, surveying the opulence in front of us, fairly demanding that people look at us, and admire us. I know my stride was as sexy as I could make it, my hips moving back and forth in the way that made me look decidedly female. Jade's movements were even more languid, and womanly. Once we got to the last landing of the staircase, the one before the actual main floor, Jade stopped me again. Then I saw her nod, at one of the security men. I turned to watch him pick up an IPad, or tablet, and begin touching the screen. Immediately, all the music I could hear playing stopped. So did the loud porn movie playing on the big screen in the media room. The next second saw the giant chandeliers up above us in the grand foyer go to full brightness. The next second I could hear a warm gong sound coming over what must be a discrete public address system, softly echoing and telling me the entire mansion could hear it. A few seconds later people began streaming into the area, from all directions. Transvestites, leather men, Daddies, gurly-gurls, CD's, young twinks, panty boys, and several of the genetic women from the hot tub area, wrapped in robes or towels, still dripping wet, including the two I'd seen earlier, then engrossed in softly kissing, now they were holding each other, tightly as they could, naked from the waist up, their breasts pushing into each other, their hands wrapped around the other, caressing, splitting their time between looking up at Jade and I and then back to softly kissing, murmuring little somethings back and forth. I saw the Duke, being held from behind by a freakishly-tall garishly- dressed cross-dresser. Peter was nearby, smiling from ear to ear and smothering me in the most loving gaze, his arm around a different speedo-clad college-aged young man than earlier. I looked around and saw other faces I'd seen before, and many I hadn't. Then I saw Ricky Ray slide in from the media room. I began counting the people, but gave up after three dozen. I scanned the entire area, and guessed that there had to be almost a hundred people. Finally, Jade let go of my hand, and stepped forward slightly. One of the security men squeezed past the crowd and came up one flight, handing Jade a small microphone. "Good evening, everyone," she said, her voice surprisingly loud, "for those of you I haven't had the pleasure of meeting yet, I am Jade, your hostess for this evening. I'm so happy to welcome all of you to our home, whether you've been here before or whether it's your first time. I hope everyone is having a good time, yes?" People began applauding and cheering. Even the two wives suddenly turning bi stopped their ministrations long enough to clap a few times. Then it was back to the soft kisses. They were falling in love with it, I could see. Kissing someone without reservation, without shame, without worry, oblivious to all around them and happily so, the whereabouts of whichever husband or boyfriend they came to the party with tonight irrelevant. The fact that it was another woman they were kissing, for both of them, meant nothing, and everything, at the same time. I was watching two people's lives change, forever. Right there in front of me. Forever. I could tell, anyone with eyes could tell, for however long they lived, they would cherish and seek out same-sex kissing. My heart filled with joy for them! They get to live at the level that I'm living at now! Jade continued. "As your hostess, I want to make sure everyone avails themselves of the food, and drink. And the four-twenty, for you stoners out there." Everyone laughed. "And remind everyone of all the different amenities on the property. The indoor/outdoor pool is perfect for this time of year. Downstairs is the billiards room, and the games room, and there is karaoke as well, for the brave ones. If there's anything you need, want, or desire," and she emphasized the word 'desire', "our staff are happy to serve. All you have to do is ask." The crowd politely applauded. "Now, as many of you know, I am not only your hostess for tonight, but I am also the President of this chapter of the Darlings. Many of you are guests tonight, and perhaps unaware of all of our ins and outs. Our group, and the Darlings all over the world, exist to encourage and promote and expand the celebration of sexuality, to act as safe and reliable hosts for the broadening of social mores, and to provide sanctuary for all sexually enlightened people, regardless of race, creed, colour, gender, bank account or kink." Everyone applauded again, louder this time, and there were a few verbal whoops from the crowd. "Each chapter has three levels of membership. The first level is Guest. Those of you who are new, tonight, have achieved the trust and confidence of a Member, and therefore our trust and confidence as well, and we welcome you and encourage you to enjoy yourself as much as possible, and follow your dreams and desires. We also expect that should you choose to make this event the only one you ever wish to take part in, for whatever reason, that there is no judgement or shame, and we wish you the happiest of lives. And of course, we also expect that you will keep our existence and location discretely away from the rest of the world, as we promise to keep your participation secreted the same way. The next level of membership is Darling. That level is for any Guest who enjoys their first visit and wants to pursue the lifestyle further. "And it's this level that carries with it some expectations. All members, all Darlings, all over the world, only ask one thing of each other. Be the best person you can be. Everywhere. To everyone. All the time. Give to your community, in whatever way you can. If you have money to spare, give it. If you don't, that's perfectly understandable. Give your time. Make someone else's life better, today. Often. Not just sexually, although we wholeheartedly encourage that! We expect all our Darlings to be positive influences in their home, in their neighbourhood, in their communities. Members, we expect that your sexual liberation matches your philanthropic abilities. Give, whatever you can, always. It's that simple. That's all we ask." The crowd erupted in applause, and I could hear shouts of 'bravo' and 'hear hear' and 'jolly good'. That one must surely have been the Duke. "Lastly, the third level of membership is what we call Lifers. These are the people for whom their sexual liberation is equal to their spiritual liberation. Lifers are those amongst us who dedicate their entire existence to their sensual pursuits. Lifers place sexuality, theirs and others, above all else, respectfully and passionately. Lifers are those of us who wear the rings." She lifted up her right hand and turned it outward, to show the ring on her pinkie. Dozens of other hands reached upwards too, all showing their rings. It was as if they were saluting each other, recognizing their shared status. "At this point," she continued, "I have to take off my Presidents hat for just a moment, and only wear my other hat, that of a long-standing member of the Darlings and a Lifer. I want to here and now, in front of this congregation, formally nominate this incredible special woman behind me," her arm swung back and she beckoned me forward, reaching out with her hand, which I took into mine, lacing our fingers again, "to be a full-fledged member of the Darlings, and a Lifer. Her name is Jessica Kurva. She discovered her true self just two short weeks ago, and look at her now!" I blushed somewhat, and squeezed her hand, as if to say 'stop it!' People raucously applauded and cheered. "By the way," Jade continued, quieting the crowd, "Kurva, Jessica's last name, is Hungarian. It literally translates into English as 'slut'!" The audience erupted in roars and clapping. I felt like I was winning an Oscar or something. I felt incredible, like I was riding a magic carpet! Soaring, without a parachute, but safe, with no fear of crashing. And then, it was like my soul started shouting. This is my world! This is my place! Jade waved the noise down with her other hand. "I can assure you," she said, turning to look at me, and smile, and then grin, and then start giggling, "that this very special woman is beautiful, inside and out, and charming, and thoughtful, and passionate, and would make the most perfect addition to our chapter!" There was more whooping and applause. "And," she continued, quieting the crowd down again, "I can also tell you from personal experience that Jessica is one hell of a great fuck!" Everyone roared with joyous laughter. Me included. I looked for Peter, who was happier than I'd ever seen him. My heart swelled with pride. And love. "So, I formally put forth Jessica Kurva as a Lifer. Do I have a second?" Ricky Ray yelled out a huge, "YOU SURE AS FUCK DO!" Most of the crowd turned to look at him, this local celebrity, this former championship football player, ramrod tall, with his massive body, his dark skin gleaming in all the light. "I wholeheartedly second your motion. With the greatest of pleasure. I too, can tell y'all that that gurl standing up there, besides bein sexy and gorgeous, was absolutely built for fucking!" He stressed the word 'built', making sure everyone knew that his eleven-inch cock had been in my pussy. All of it. My pussy ring clenched at the sound of his voice. My minds ear called up snippets of sounds from earlier, when he was masterfully all-out pound-fucking me, completely pile-driving his magnificent meat into my core, into my soul. Little clips played in my head, 'you feel dat, gurl? I'm all up inside you now' and 'best damn slut' and 'take that big black cock, baby' and many more. How could I ever forget? Even in my oblivion, my cataclysmic euphoria, almost passed out from the sheer volume of thrills running through every fiber of my nervous system, almost catatonic from his fucking, those sounds will stay with me forever. In my hall of fame of fucks. Then I heard multiple other shouts of, "I second that!" and turning to face me, Jade produced a small gold ring, holding it up to show everyone, and then slipping it only the pinkie finger of my right hand. It fit perfectly! My heart was pounding. My tingles were vibrating up and down my skin, each one trying to outdo the last, and then the crowd roared and began thunderous applause, voices yelling and screaming in joy and laughter and camaraderie. Jade stepped forward to me, her arms wrapping around me, her breasts melting into me, her groin brazenly pushed into mine. As her soft sweet lips took my lips my hands went around her shoulders, and my little cock jumped from one to five on the erect-o-meter. Her bigger cock was already at a five, I realized. And I should know. I'd just had her beautiful cock inside my ass-pussy barely twenty minutes ago, as she'd given me a gloriously passionate fucking in the shower. Our kiss was stunning. Soft, and simmering with emotion. The microphone was still in her hand, and the whole building filled with our lip-smacking sounds, and our breathy murmurs. It sounded like the dirtiest porn movie ever! Jade and I kissed and made out for minutes on end, our bodies pushed together, our newfound love for each other plainly evident. The cheering didn't stop, the whole time. Finally, we broke our kiss, our eyes opening to gaze at each other, our foreheads softly moving forward to rest together. She whispered at me, "Special woman," and I repeated the same to her. Then she turned to the crowd, and into the microphone said, "Thank you, ladies and gentlemen and boys and gurls. Now as your hostess I invite you to go back to the party, enjoy yourselves, and live life to the fullest! Enjoy!" She and I walked down the last flight as the crowd slowly dispersed. Reaching the main floor, I saw my Peter walking up to me, his arms wide open, his passion for me shining in his eyes. I sunk myself straight into his embrace, his loving warm arms around me, his lips kissing my forehead, his groin searching me out, his incredible cock at half-mast in his trousers. "Congratulations, sweet darling Jessica," he cooed. "I'm so happy for you!" I looked up and kissed him, softly. "It's because of you, my darling." We kissed softly, and then Jade slid over. "Peter," she said, "do you mind if I occupy her time for a while longer?" My man kissed me again, and un-wrapped me from his arms. "Of course," he smiled, "Jade, anything for you." Jade giggled. "Anything?" "Anything." "You're sweet," she said, taking my hand in hers. "I'm practical," he answered. "I get to spend the rest of the night together with this special special lady. How dare I to deny you a few more minutes?" We all laughed, at Peter's mock chivalry. I squeezed Jade's hand. "He's right about one thing, Jade." "What's that, darling?" I turned to him, but spoke to her. "I am going home with him." Peter blew me a kiss as he walked off towards his twink. Jade and I headed down a hallway, and into a food preparation area, with half a dozen staff. I realized I was famished. Pulling on her hand, to stop her, I told her I was hungry. For food. She laughed. "Getting ram-fucked by Ricky Ray can do that to a gurl!" I ate, she nibbled, we sipped champagne, and we revelled in the afterglow of an amazing night so far. After our nosh, she grabbed my hand, and we slipped arm in arm through parts of the mansion that were new to me. We travelled indoors downstairs through a huge hallway, past a fully-equipped gym, and a wine cellar, and a studio complete with drums and guitars and amps and recording equipment, past several storerooms and closets. Soon, we came to a big door, and she escorted me out. We came up some outside stairs and away from the mansion, on a smooth pathway that seemed to lead to a forest. "I'd like to show you our guest house, Jessica. I think you'll love it!" So we walked together, two special women, and gabbed. I told her more about my life since discovering Jessica, and she listened and asked questions. I quickly realized that she was mainly interested in how I felt in different situations. What my emotional reactions were to each new step in my journey to becoming Jessica. How I felt the first time I slipped on panties, and thigh-highs, right before my first fuck, with Brad. How I felt about Vladimir's bigger cock ravaging me. How I felt about posing for pictures, making out and sixty-nining with Cynthia, another CD. How I felt about making love in a swank hotel room, with Peter. How I felt about being 'found out' by Angie, in the hallway. How I felt about eating Angie's pussy, twice. The second time full of some strangers' cum. How I felt about my threesome with Michelle and Peter. Two CD's and a sexy mature man. How I felt about being out in public, completely femme, at the gay nightclub, around all those people. How I felt about picking up a married straight man that night and getting fucked by him in the limo. How I felt about public fucking with Brad, in my hotel suite, up against the big sliding glass doors, with the curtains wide open, and Angie on her balcony next door, listening to us and fingering herself to orgasms. How I really felt about her breasts, how perfect they are, and how I wanted the exact same ones on me. For real. No fooling anyone, anymore. Showing my true self to the very real world. My parents. My brother and sister. My relatives. My boss. Everyone at work, across the nation now, with my new promotion. Wanting more than anything else to have breasts, declaring to anyone with eyes that I ever passed on the street or shopping in the supermarket or walking through the mall that I was really Jessica, full time. It wasn't a kink, or a fetish anymore. It was perhaps the most significant change I could ever make, something far more than just the obvious physical alteration. And finally, how I really felt, deep down, about everything that had happened so far this evening. Seeing an entire new world of people just like me, spiritually and emotionally. Open and vibrant sexual expression, yearning for constant and new experiences, giving of our bodies and our love. And how it made me feel getting absolutely monster-fucked by Ricky Ray. My answers, of course, were all to the extreme positive. I have loved and adored every single second of my existence since I first felt my tingles, since I first became aware of my true self. Each new and exciting sexual encounter just adds more seasoning to the spiritual soup of my life. As each different day goes by, I become more of a soul, with deeper and deeper layers of meaning. I realize my life was almost like a bank account now. Each time I added to the savings, I gained interest. Not monetary, of course, but spiritual. The more I played, the more I grew, as a person, and as a human being. Growing as a sexual and sensual special woman. I realized during my telling of my story that she'd heard many of the highlights already, from Peter. But, I was able to surprise her. Some of my moments were new to her, and she was delightedly jolted when I told her how I'd given Quan a blow-job, in the gardens, earlier tonight, just after she herself had ended our beautiful kissing and walked away from me, back to the mansion. Her giggle of delight was so full of life, so full of elation, and made me giggle myself. "I didn't think Quan leaned our way. Lord knows I've thought about him. I suppose doing the boss might be crossing a line, though, and he is nothing if not professional." Two gurls, telling sex stories. As we walked, I asked her to tell me her story, about how and when she came to realize she was a special woman. "Oh, I'm a lifer in the truest sense of the word. My discovery was not nearly as exciting as yours, Jessica." We were walking towards a large house, almost five thousand square feet, and very Spanish- looking. Deep red tiles on the roof, and rounded doorways. "From the beginning, I simply knew and accepted that I was a boy on the outside, but a gurl on the inside. I knew that my parents and my brothers and sisters didn't realize it, and neither did society as a whole, but I did, and it never bothered me that they didn't. I assumed they'd all figure it out eventually. I was at peace with it from my earliest memory. By the time I was five or six or maybe seven, I was playing with my little pee-pee all the time, naturally, without thinking about it. I'd do it at the dinner table, in the bathtub, watching television. My parents would always quietly tell me to stop touching myself, that it was rude, and I would stop for their sakes, because I never wanted to disappoint them, but deep down I knew it wasn't rude, or bad. It was natural for me. It gave me pleasure, and made me feel wonderful inside. Playing with my pee-pee, and my pearl sack, which is what my mother called testicles, playing with them, smooth and rounded and soft, well, I'm sure you know, was the only thing in the universe that brought me peace. And happiness. And I equally knew that if it brought me joy and pleasure, it would be even more fun to play with other pee-pees and pearl sacks too. It had to be! Not too longer after that I realized that I wanted to know what it felt like to have things in my hole, my pussy, as I rationalized it. My fingers at first, then a dowel I found, and then whatever I could find that I thought wouldn't break inside. I didn't know why I enjoyed it so much. But I knew it made me feel the same kind of happiness as playing with myself, so it just became part of my daily life, to be fucking myself and masturbating. "So I was highly sexual before I even knew what those things were. When I was nine or ten my mother finally caught me wearing my older sisters panties, and bra. I'd been doing those things for years, discretely. The first time she smiled and very softly told me that 'boys don't wear panties' and I told her, 'mama, the truth is that I'm a girl, inside, so wearing lingerie was perfectly alright'. She laughed, though not a mocking one, and said I was being imaginative, creative, engaging in make-believe, like children do. But I was telling the truth. Over the course of the new few months and years, she caught me wearing girl's clothes dozens of times. I was still trying to display some secrecy to it, but over time I began not to worry about it anymore. It was who I was, and I had no problem telling anyone, if they asked. I assume she told the rest of my family about me anyway, in preparation, because by the time I was twelve or thirteen they'd all accepted it, and me, and chalked it up to one of those things. "And at the same time, I was already active, sexually. Well, sort of. I wasn't getting fucked that young, but I was already moving in a sexual direction. I'd already been hugged and kissed and felt up by some neighborhood boys, different ones at different times. And I had already felt young teenaged cocks in my hands. When I was just barely thirteen a boy of about fifteen hugged me and kissed me and immediately got my hand on his pants, on his groin, fondling and feeling, without him asking for it. I'm sure he thought he'd died and gone to heaven. I know I did. I had another person's genitalia under my hands. I knew it was what I wanted. Sexual interaction. And I felt him cum, about a minute after I started rubbing him. I felt it, through his pants. I felt his cock throb, and pulse, and I felt his pants get wet. To most people, that probably would shock their system, but to me, it just felt natural. It felt right. And it was oodles of fun, too, to see the way his orgasm made him moan and twitch and gyrate and move. I had the power, I realized. The power to make men cum. And that's a feeling like no other. I'm sure you know. Anyway, I discovered orgasms around the same time, years into playing with my pee-pee. The first time I erupted from inside and spurted my white cream it completely freaked me out, for about a second, because I thought I'd done real damage to my body, and then made total sense, because I realized it was my natural release of pleasure, and once I calmed down from the mind-altering blast I gathered up all the cum from my tummy and chest and fed it to myself. I knew I'd love the taste and the texture, I just knew it somehow, and I proved myself right. Like a duck to water." We began walking past rose bushes, the air around us sweet. "By the time I got to high school age, if I was home, I was wearing girl's clothes. And make-up. My parents just accepted it, bless their hearts. My three older brothers accepted it. My two older sisters accepted it. My sisters actually loved it, and it just became normal for one or both of them to help me pick out clothes and do makeup and talk about boys, and what boys wanted. I remember telling them early on that I knew what boys wanted, and that was what I wanted too. My sisters were like, 'okay, smarty pants, what do boys really want?' and I was like 'they want to kiss and hold soft sweet girls and get their cocks sucked and they want a tight wet hole to fuck!'." I laughed out loud. "True." "Right? Like, hello? No brainer, here! And I wasn't kidding. I wanted those same things too. Maybe it's because I had a penis, and balls. Maybe it's because I had the 'male' sexual drive. I don't know. But everything else about me was female. That much I knew, for sure. So I wanted sex, and lots of it. I wanted to be soft and feminine and sexy and desirable and I wanted to wear the finest sexiest lingerie and clothes, and I wanted masculine men to make love to me and fuck me and date me and treat me royally and take me all over the world and keep me in the manner to which I most wanted to become accustomed. A rich, sexy sissy CD slut, free to live her life the way she wanted." "Amen," I whispered. "I lost my virginity young. It was completely natural. I seduced one of my gym teachers, in grade ten. I wanted him to fuck me. He was a hunk-o-rama. He was big, well over six feet, and an athlete of a sort, and always wore shiny satin gym shorts, all year long, rain or snow or shine, and he had huge muscular hairy legs and his ass was round and hard as granite and he had a broad chest and a dimpled chin and big soft lips and I wanted him! I wanted his hot body on top of me, his big cock deflowering me, all while I was wearing a cheerleader's uniform. From our school team. One day, after practice, after all the students had gone home and he was just closing up, I slipped into the girl's locker room and found the whole kit. Panties, skirt, top. My hair was long, so I did it up in a pony-tail, found some lipstick and eye shadow and some of those tiny little socks that women wear, the ones that don't even come up to the ankle, and threw it all on. Someone had left some perfume, so I spritzed it on myself. Then I walked into his office. Mr. Bryant, that was his name. He looked up and asked me what the hell I was doing. I told him I was going to suck his cock and swallow all his juicy cum, and then he was going to fuck me and give me load number two. He probably thought he was on Candid Camera, or something, because he was totally weirded out, but soon enough he was dumping a load of hot cum down my throat, and a few minutes after that he had me bent over his desk taking my cherry from behind. I fucking loved it!" "You slut!" I said, in praise. "That was the moment when I knew I was going to be feminine, full time. Pretty soon, he was arranging time to have me visit his house, when his wife was somewhere else. After that, a few weeks later, he introduced me to a couple of other men he knew and had quietly told, one of whom was a dud, another gym teacher at a different school, but the other was a stockbroker. His name was Ross, something-or-other. God, it's funny. I can't remember his last name. Anyway, he was fun. He loved to get me dressed up in his wife's clothes. She was similar in size to me, so most everything fit. He'd been buying her sexy lingerie and dresses for years, and she'd been hiding them away and never wearing them. Anyway, one day, after he'd fucked the life out of me on his dining room table, and he was laying on top of me, which, as you know, is quite possibly THE most erotic feeling in the world, a man's weight on top of you, his cock still inside your pussy, and we're whispering sweet nothings into each other's ears, and then he mentions that he has an inside scoop on a small business that is about to become very successful, and big, and if I could find a thousand bucks I could increase it tenfold, maybe a hundredfold, in a month. I was sixteen. I didn't have a thousand bucks. I didn't have a hundred bucks, for crying out loud. I didn't even have a bank account. I didn't have my own wardrobe, or my own high heels, or any gurl clothes of my own. I was slutting it up with a couple of different men, and all I had to my name was a few pairs of hand-me-down panties from my older sisters. "So Ross offered to loan me the money. Interest free. I said, are you crazy? He said he was so sure of the investment that he'd front me the cash, because he wanted to see what I would look like wearing clothes that I'd purchased for myself, instead of whatever I could find in his wife's closet. He wanted to fuck the real me, however I turned out to be. He could see it in me. He wanted to free me, to free my soul. He was willing to put a grand of his own cash up, potentially never to be seen again, just to see what kind of lingerie I would buy, what kind of sexy dresses and skirts and bras I'd wear. He was showing me that there is largesse in this world, that there are seriously good people who want to be a part of something bigger, something more important. He wanted to get me started on my road to total femininity, to match the spirit he must have seen within me. "I couldn't see a down side to his offer, so I took it. My parents would have freaked if they'd known I was indebted to a stockbroker who was literally fucking me three times a week after school, when they thought I was riding my bike with my friends." We'd arrived at the front door of the guest house, where there was also a huge wrap-around porch, and we sat down on two-seater sofa, holding hands. "A month later I had just under a hundred grand in an investment account, put together for me by you-know-who. So I paid him back, with interest." I was surprised. "I thought he said it was interest-free?" Jade smiled. "It wasn't monetary interest. I gave him his biggest fantasy, sexually. I rented the bridal suite at the most expensive hotel in town, and hired a video production company to set up a dozen cameras, from different angles, plus lights and microphones to capture everything, and then I had a make-up artist and hair stylist do their things and I bought an eight thousand dollar wedding gown, and then I told Ross to show up at the appointed time wearing his best suit. You see, he'd always wanted to be a porn star. And he'd told me several times his idea for a good movie, which was him carrying his t-gurl bride over the threshold of the bridal suite and then taking her to bed and fucking the living shit out of her." "Wow!" "You said it. It was fantastic. That man could seriously fuck! After I told him the whole thing was being filmed and would be edited, it turned him on so much that he literally pounded me for longer than ever before. And all of it was captured, every stroke, every moan, every cry of delight, on video. A few thousand dollars in post- production, and he had his very own high-quality porn movie, starring himself. He still talks about it, the couple of times we see each other every year. I kept a copy too, just for a keepsake. I haven't watched it in years." My voice, I confess, was full of desire. "I'd love to watch it, if you'd let me." Jade leaned over and kissed me, softly. "It's a date. We'll have a gurls night in. We'll get pretty and drunk on wine and smoke a fattie and then watch the video and I'm sure it will inspire us into all kinds of delicious sexual positions!" I kissed her quickly. "I can't wait." "Six months after that, I had followed his advice on two other opportunities, and had made that hundred g's into almost two million." I gasped as she told me. I couldn't imagine myself at sixteen or seventeen having had that much money. It would probably have killed me. "The day I graduated high school, I had just turned eighteen a few weeks before. I wore the robe, and the hat, and the formal young man's suit that my parents spent too much money on for me. That was the last time I ever wore boy clothes. I got my diploma, and then instead of going to the big party, or any of the smaller parties I'd heard about, I moved out of the house. I love my parents. I love my siblings. But I'd bought a condo to live in. I was a multi- millionaire. I had to be me. I knew that I had to follow my inner self. I had to be Jade. When I told my mom and dad all of that, they didn't believe me. So I gave them a cheque to cover their mortgage. It wasn't huge. They'd already spent years paying off most of it. They were stunned. My father asked me, 'where did you get this money?' and I told him I'd invested wisely and had a streak of good luck. My mother just cried. My father hugged me, and kissed me on the cheek, and said that he'd always known I was a girl, and he would tell everyone from then on that instead of four boys and two girls, he had three of each. "My grad night consisted of me in my own condo, bought and paid for, wearing brand new lingerie of my own choosing, and a new dress that I fell in love with in the store, and all the makeup and jewelry I wanted. Ross told some lie to his wife and came over, and that man fucked me senseless in my own bed. Three times, as I recall, before he scooted out early in the morning." She smiled. "I've been living as a woman ever since." "Wow," I said, amazed at her story, "you must have been so much more mature than I was at that same age. That kind of wealth might have taken me down some very dangerous and serious paths." "Or," she continued, "you might have become Jessica long before you did. Maybe you'd never have married your ex, maybe you'd never have begun working with Peter and Brad and the others. If your journey had been like mine, we probably wouldn't be here together, we probably wouldn't have met. Right?" I nodded. "True." Jade smiled at me. "I try not to play those what-if games. All I know is this," she said, squeezing my hand with hers, and leaning over to kiss me, softly and with feeling. We enjoyed each other's lips and tongue for a few minutes, and I could feel my tingles ramping up again. She must have felt the same, because she broke off our kiss and began talking again. "So, where was I? Oh, right, out of school, a young man living as a woman, or trying to. I didn't have to work, so instead I worked at being me. I continued to invest, with the help of my regular lover. And that's also when I began seeing that I had this rare chance at helping the world, so I volunteered at local charities, donating my time, helping out. I could spend a few hours filling orders at the food bank or serving dinner to down-and-outers at any of the soup kitchens in town most days. I loved it. Nobody ever said anything to me about being this flat-chested woman. They accepted me for me because I accepted me for me, you know?" I nodded, because I did understand, and I had already accepted me for me. "Anyway, I knew that I wanted breasts, and I knew that I had plenty of money to do that, even as I continued to make more. So from the get- go I started visiting plastic surgeons. Once they saw I had money, they were falling all over themselves trying to get me to sign on the dotted line. But I'd always ask to look at some of their previous work, other boob jobs they'd done, recent ones, you know? And I hated most of what I saw. You could see the scars, horrible and obvious, or the women that had irregularly-shaped breasts. I mean, come on! Some of them had flat spots, for Christ's sakes. Or nipples that pointed in the wrong directions. I mean, some of these guys were the best of the best, the stars of their industry! And their work was shameful! "I learned to be patient. I knew that I'd find someone who did the kind of quality work that I wanted. Meanwhile, Ross introduced me to another man in the financial world, a guy named Ahmed. He was Egyptian by birth, and moved to the west when he was a kid. He thought I was Middle Eastern too, actually, although I'm of Cuban heritage, on both my parents' sides. Anyway, he really loved being with me, for dates and dinners and social events. And for the sex too. Mostly for the sex, probably. But I felt the same way! Oh lordy, he was a keeper. The man was charming, elegant, and rich. But above all, he loved to fuck me. Day, night, it didn't matter. Inside, outside, whatever. My place, his place, the back of his limo, the middle of the street! Well, okay, we never actually did it in an intersection or anything, but we wanted to! He was the man who kept telling me that I was born to be sexual; I was born to be a slut. He was right. He brought it out of me. 'Never be ashamed' he'd say, over and over again. 'Be who you were meant to be' was another of his expressions. "But the best part," she continued, "was that in his line of work, the world of international finance, and in his travels and social habits and kinks, he knew of a plastic surgeon in Switzerland, in Bern. Ahmed swore by the man's work. So I visited, and saw his facility, and pictures and videos of his expertise. And he was the best. No question. He used only natural anaesthetics, and natural herbal pain killers, and best of all only natural ingredients in the implants. I won't kid you, Jessica," she paused, "they cost almost ninety thousand dollars, and it took almost a month to recover, and I was so sore for the first couple of weeks, but," she said, reaching up behind her head, under her hair, and untying the halter of her dress, "the result was this," and she brought the fabric down and bared her breasts to me. God, they were fantastic. Like giant teardrops, swelling from underneath and then wrapping deliciously upwards, over her brown erect nipples, the size of jujube candies, and back up to her chest wall. Perfect. Absolute perfection. Rounded from the sides, rounded from the front. Just like Angie's breasts, I realized. I'd be the happiest human in the world to have either pair. She knew I was gazing, so she shook her ribcage, and her breasts moved and jiggled and wriggled and wobbled exactly like real breasts. Not the cold stones that I'd seen in some online gurls. Jade's tits were amazing. We were outside, and it was slightly chilly, so she tied up her dress again and continued her story. "Ahmed took me to the next level. Of wealth, sure, because from time to time he gave me information he'd heard and allowed me to decide if I wanted to use that information to my advantage. And I had the money to do so, and I seemed to have the natural ability to make wise economic and financial choices. Basically, Ahmed took my couple of million and helped me turn it into ten times that. But more to the point, Ahmed took me to the next level of living. Of existence. He took me out in public, completely bold and arrogant. He'd tell people I was his favorite woman, his favorite in the entire world, because I was pretty and soft and smelled great and I was smart as a whip and had plenty of business savvy, but mostly because I was the best fuck he'd ever known. God, he used to make me laugh, seeing the reactions from some people. He'd loudly boast that I was the greatest thing in bed ever, and it was entirely because I was a sexual woman who happened to also have a penis, with a male sexual capacity deep inside me. I watched rich white women almost become apoplectic when they learned I was a tranny. One second they're oohing and aahing over my dress or my hair, thinking I was one of them, one of the proper rich elite, and the next second they're almost swallowing their own tongues in shock, finding out I'm a special woman." "With a cock," I added. Jade laughed. "With a great cock!" I murmured my agreement. "Yes, it is, and I ought to know, since it wasn't too long ago I had that great cock inside me, making love to me. I never did say 'thank you', did I?" "Oh yes you did," she admonished. "You thanked me by being your true self, a lover of cocks, a lover of getting cock, of being made love to, of being fucked. You thanked me in the most appropriate and natural and noble of ways. You gave of yourself, as I gave of myself, and together we created a new and positive wave of orgasmic energy, this massive bubble of the best kind of energy in the universe, and we flooded the earth with our supernova, and we added to all the positive energy that other enlightened souls give off every second of every day, making this world a better place. It's not just a trite saying, you know. 'Make love, not war'. When people are making love, being sexual and sensual, it adds to the positive energy in the universe. And because they're busy, they don't have time to do lots of the bad and evil shit that so many seem to get up to. So, you said thank you the same way I say thank you. By living to the fullest. By embracing the very real level of existence that passion brings, every second of every day, and we keep feeding the universe with our love, making this planet a better place. Even if the vast majority of the people on it can't understand, or refuse to." "Amen, sister!" "So, through Ahmed, I made more money, and began meeting lots of others in different social circles. Wealthier social circles. Ahmed wasn't the only man I was getting business tips from. We weren't exclusive, as a couple. We just both really enjoyed our time together. Did I mention the man could fuck? I'm serious. He could fuck me better than just about anybody. For hours. That man has the most staying power of practically everybody. Other than the Duke of course," she added. I sighed, happily. "Peter can go forever too. It's part of the reason I love him so much," I whispered. "I know. I've been with Peter a few times over the years, and I hear what you're saying, sister!" We giggled, conspiratorially, like women. "So, I made lots of other acquaintances, I had other beaus, so to speak, and my portfolio of investments began to grow. I learned how to find good causes to put money into that would also make me lots of money. I pride myself on investing in people and businesses that help this planet, not hurt it. At the same time, I became philanthropic, and devoted some of my wealth to various causes. I began travelling, around the world, seeing the sights, staying in grand hotels and private resorts, wherever I wanted. I met lots of other rich people, and socialized. I met lots of horny people too. My life was hedonistic, even through my altruism. I enjoyed my life. I ate at the finest restaurants, I partied at the hottest nightclubs. I met millionaires and billionaires and found discrete circles of sexually adventurous folks everywhere I went. I met Darlings and learned of the organization. For over a decade, my net worth grew. And best of all, it grew while I got laid, anytime I wanted it, every time I wanted it. I was getting fucked more than some people breathe. I loved it. I still do." She wasn't bragging. I knew it. She was just telling the truth. "I met the Duke twelve years ago, at a Darlings event in London, England. I had just bought into an organic fish farming operation in Scotland, and decided to spend a couple of weeks of fun time afterwards. A friend of a friend invited me to a Darlings party. When I first saw Duke, he was regaling a small audience with stories about the Royal Family. He was charming, and made me laugh. And I noticed he noticed me. After a few more stories, he begged everyone's forgiveness, but he had to spend the rest of his life pleasing his soul mate, a special woman whom he'd just seen, never spoken to, and surely shouldn't expect to ever be so lucky as to know. Everyone was suddenly curious. Who did he mean? "I knew. It was me. I just felt it, somehow." She laughed. "Another one of those times in my life I just knew, and it made complete sense in the world. I fell in love with the Duke, he fell in love with me, and then I promised to be his Companion and he mine a few short weeks later. It was a lovely ceremony. I wore white." We both laughed. "Then we had the biggest baddest honeymoon orgy you could possibly imagine. Three hundred Darlings, from all over Great Britain, at the Duke's estate outside of London, for an entire weekend of sexual fun. It was absolute debauchery, days of consensual unfiltered fun." Her memories were flooding her now, and she took a moment to savour them. Then she continued. "Now, I'm not na?ve. The Duke is officially married to the Duchess, and a few times a year must travel to official functions with her. And he has his own varied business interests all over the world, and that takes some of his time, as my business interests do for me. We own this property together, and we both spend about six months of the year here, off and on. It's our home base, so to speak, although we also have a beautiful home in Vail, Colorado, for the skiing. Do you ski, Jessica?" I nodded. "I've been a few times over the years, but not to Vail or any big resort. I do like skiing, yes." Her eyes flickered with fire. "Have you ever skied in a pink woman's ski suit and a six inch butt plug in your lubed pussy?" Laughing out loud, I said no. "Have you ever skied wearing a sexy lavender ski suit and a lover's cum dripping out of your pussy because he just fucked you on a private trail, up against a tree?" I was still laughing, and nodding no. "I have," she said, and with a certain finality said, "and you will. Trust me." I could only ponder what she meant. "So," she said, "where was I? Oh, yes, in London, with the Duke, as his Companion." She took a moment, and smiled to herself. "I love London. Have you been?" I shook my head. "Oh, you must go. I have a penthouse apartment in SoHo you're welcome to use anytime you want. It's close to everything good, including the Pathway club, which is the hottest T-gurl friendly nightclub in the entire world and where you would have to fight them off with a stick, young lady." "Young lady? I'm about the same age as you are, aren't I? I'm twenty-eight." Jade laughed. "I'm forty-two." I was shocked, and it must have shown on my face. "Oh my god, Jade," I gasped, "you're so beautiful and young-looking. I never would have guessed early forties." "I learned early on that wealth allows me the best of everything. Beauty products, skin creams, make-up, everything. Most of what I have aren't available on the open market, it's strictly who you know. I eat only the finest food, I wear only the finest clothes, the softest fabrics, I travel first-class everywhere, I stay in only the best places, and I never worry about paying a bill. The Duke and I are a dedicated couple, in an open relationship. We both fuck who we want, when we want. And we both want it a lot." I couldn't help but beam at her. "I'm so happy for you, Jade. It's so nice to see that those kind of dreams really can come true, sometimes, maybe, for people like me." Her face got serious. "Jessica, people like you are people like me. Don't you see? You are a beautiful, special woman, full of life and love and passion. Whatever I have you can have as well. You will have. Don't you want to be able to just jet off to your London apartment on a whim?" I smiled. "One day, I'd like that very much. But that's a whole different world than where I am right now." Jade gazed at me, directly. I couldn't tell what she was thinking, but it looked like she was carefully trying to line up her words correctly. "Jessica," she said, quietly, "what if I told you that your 'one day' could be a lot sooner than you think?" Now I was curious. "How do you mean?" Standing up, she guided me up, and we walked through the front door of the guest house. It was gorgeous, inside. White marble tiles, warm colours on the wall, baskets and vases of fresh flowers everywhere. It was nicer than any other place I'd ever been inside, except the main mansion. One opulent room led to the next, while she pointed out artwork, or where she'd bought that armoire, and told stories of her travels. Eventually, we were in the master bedroom. It was bigger than my condo, by twice at least. It was glorious. A four-poster king-sized bed on one side, a sitting area with a love seat and two ornate comfy chairs, a massive bathroom full of glass and chrome and a claw-foot bathtub, and the biggest walk-in closet I'd ever seen. "Imagine how many sexy clothes you could hang in here?" she asked. I nodded. That was exactly what I was dreaming. "You're no doubt wondering what I meant by what I said, earlier? About your 'one day'?" Seeing me say yes with my eyes only, she guided us to the bed, and we sat on the edge, our thighs touching, our hands holding the others, our lips softly kissing. I couldn't go more than a few minutes without kissing this woman, kissing this gorgeous creature. It was like an addiction. We smooched for a few more minutes, and then she looked at me seriously again. "Jessica, how well do you know Peter?" I thought for a second. "As I'm sure you know, I've only been Jessica for a couple of weeks now, but I feel like I know Peter better than any other person I've ever known. And even though it's only been a short time, I feel like Peter is my soul mate. I've fallen head over heels in love with this man, who treats me so well and with such respect and passion. He's told me of his life, and of Josie, of course, and some of his career highlights. But it's only been a few days, really, so I'm sure there's lots of details I have yet to learn. Why do you ask?" She smiled. "I've known Peter, well, we've known Peter for many years. He was a private consultant to one of Duke's businesses, years and years ago. He'd built a quality reputation for himself in the security systems industry. From the first, his professionalism and knowledge were of enormous help to the due diligence process that was going on. I'll never forget the look in his eyes when I was first introduced to him. He saw in me the duality. A sexy woman with some maleness in her. Like you. He knew it, instantly. And because he was already in a relationship with Josie, we bonded, as two couples. After that, Duke started consulting with Peter more and more. They became regulars here, after we'd bought and renovated it. That's when they both became Darlings. For many years, they were two of our most beloved friends, which made her sudden illness and passing so shocking to us. Duke and I cried, for weeks after. We supported Peter, in spirit, as best as we could. As much as he'd let us." She paused. "But it hurt him, very hard. She was the love of his life, for all those years." I could see that she was remembering good times, but those wonderful memories were tinged with sadness, at the loss of her friend. "More than any other of our friends, Peter and Josie were the closest. You see, they both met a lot of the same people I did, we did, and they both from time to time took advantage of information proffered by others, and they built themselves a very nice small fortune as well. They travelled with us, from time to time, and became a part of our family. Josie's passing was, well, heartbreaking for Peter, of course, but it hit us hard too. She was my best friend, in many ways." I saw Jade's eyes tear up, and my heart broke for her. She wiped one away that had slipped down her cheek, and then I saw her regain her composure. "Duke and I worried about Peter after she passed. He wasn't his old self. He decided to go back to a full-time position, with your company. He felt that if he poured his passions into helping to grow the business and make it work, that it would take his mind off his loss, I suppose. We didn't see him at as many Darling events as was usual. We were genuinely sad for him." "You're a good friend, Jade." She nodded. And then, a few seconds later, the biggest smile came upon her face. "So you can imagine how excited we were when he called us and said he'd met someone. Someone who got him revved up about life again. Someone who was young and full of life and vitality and sexuality, someone feminine and gorgeous and horny as all get out, someone just falling into her womanly lifestyle." Jade looked me in the eyes. "You." Now I started tearing up, my eyes becoming heavy with water. "Imagine how happy we became when he told us that he'd feared never loving again, but how those fears had disappeared. Because of you, sweet Jessica. You've done something truly magnificent with your life, young lady, that's for sure. You've brought a new lease on life to the dearest man I know." I started crying, without any noises at all. Tears streamed down my face, down my cheeks. Jade wiped one away from me with her finger, and brought her finger to her mouth. We sat together, almost eye to eye, and I watched her lick my tear off her finger, savoring its salty goodness. "The Duke is British, obviously, and in some ways is typically reserved, in that British way. He's very stoic. He doesn't show his emotions all that much, except for his horny ones." She giggled. "But he's a very proper English gentleman, you know? Stiff upper lip, and all that." I nodded. "And yet when Peter told us he was in love again, the Duke cried his eyes out. He was blubbering as I held him in my arms, comforting him. I'd never seen him that way. He was overcome with joy and happiness for Peter, for his best friend, in many ways." I couldn't help myself, I simply lay my head on her shoulder, and she wrapped me in her arm. "You're a treasure, Jessica. You've given a new lease on life to a very beautiful man, and you've impressed me with your femininity and your sexuality. Very few of us special women can take someone like Ricky Ray. I mean that. His length, his girth, are out of this world, yes. But more importantly, the man can absolutely fuck with the best of them, can't he?" "Oh yes," I whispered, nuzzling her neck, and thinking back just an hour or so ago to being pile-driven by the man. "I literally passed out on orgasms." "Exactly," she continued, "the man's an animal of sorts. And after he was done with you, he saw me in the hall, and I asked him how he was doing, and he said that you were 'built for fucking'. He was quite loud about it too." "Oh wow," I said, "I can actually remember that part. That was you he was talking to?" She nodded. I felt her head move up and down, above mine. "I've had Ricky Ray a few times over the years, so I knew when you were walking upstairs with him what you were about to go through. I wanted to be there for you, when you were done. I know how much it can affect a person, getting mammothly fucked like that. It can almost drain all the life out of you. But you, you loved it, didn't you?" I nodded into her shoulder. "I can't say I would want that all the time, or even every day, but holy mother..." She laughed. "Holy mother indeed." We sat silently and held each other. Finally, after minutes, she spoke. "I see big things for Jessica." I giggled. "Big cocks?" Jade laughed, a big belly roar. "Those too, you slutty gurl. But I meant in life." Then she moved slightly away from me, and looked me in the eyes. "Would you let me do something for you?" I didn't know what she was thinking. "Like what?" She smiled, warm and conspiratorial. "Let me pay for your new breasts, okay? With the same surgeon who did mine?" "NO! No, Jade, that's too much, that's too generous. I mean, God, you said it was ninety thousand dollars, didn't you?" She nodded. "With airfare and private hotel for a month I would estimate more like over one hundred grand these days." "I can't...I mean, goodness, Jade...there's no way I could pay you back, at least for...well...for years. I mean, I have a mortgage, and I only make..." Leaning over to kiss me, she whispered softly. "I asked if you'd let me do something for you. It's not a loan. It's a gift." Then she giggled. "Well, two gifts actually." I couldn't let her do that. "No, Jade, you're so sweet, but..." She shook her head. "I'm not accepting 'no' as an answer, Jessica. Part of being a Darling is making other people's lives better. The money isn't an issue, believe me. If you truly want to continue on this journey, and fulfill your potential, you said it yourself, you want breasts. Like mine. Or like your friend, Angie. Right? You said you'd reached the point where you wanted them more than anything, if I'm not mistaken." I nodded. "Yes, I do want breasts. I do. I know it will change everything about my life, my relationships with my family, and friends. But I know more than anything that I am a special woman now, Jade, and I could never go back to the way I was. Ever. This is who I am, this is who I want to be. Breasts would complete me, I know that, in my heart. I want to keep my little cock and balls, honestly, because they give me so much joy, but I dream night and day about breasts." "So," she continued, "you won't be too upset with me if I tell you that I've already arranged an appointment for you?" "WHAT?" "I took the liberty of calling Dr. Michaux earlier today. Peter provided me with a couple of pictures of you which I forwarded to him, so he can begin to plan your procedures." I was shocked somewhat. "Peter helped you in this?" She smiled. "Semi-reluctantly. He's almost inscrutable, that man. His code of honor got in the way. He didn't want to do anything to spoil your process. How fast you were becoming a special woman. But I wore him down, eventually. That's why I'm a good businesswoman. I know how to haggle. And besides, as I'm certain you're already learning, we women have a way of getting what we want, most of the time, don't we?" We laughed together, and held hands. Then we kissed again, ?softly. My tingles were soaring, booming through the atmosphere like a fighter jet breaking Mach one. Jade looked at me again. "And it doesn't matter how much you make at your job, Jessica, because I have the strong feeling you won't be working there for very much longer." "Really?" I was suddenly concerned. "Yes, really," she answered. "You're a very special woman, sweet gurl. Like me, in so many ways. And you're about to become a millionaire plus, in about ten days if I'm not mistaken, so you won't have to work again." "A millionaire?" "Plus," she said, "you invested in LUST, didn't you?" I nodded. "The Duke and I invested as well. Obviously Peter told you he did. What Peter didn't tell you was that he is very well off himself. He hasn't needed to have a steady job for years. He and Josie were both that way. They met a lot of the same people I have over the years, and used opportunities to advance their own wealth. Peter only went back to full-time work after Josie's death, because of her death. He needed something to keep himself busy, to allow himself to grieve through his dedication to his job. Your organization practically came in their pants when he offered his services. He's a VP, so he gets paid a lot, but he doesn't need it. "And just like us, you're going to be much richer in ten days. I've never met Michelle, but I do have some inside knowledge, from Peter. She's going to sign a deal at the end of next week with the biggest fragrance company in the world. They have offered a king's ransom for LUST, and we're all going to make out like bandits. How much did you put in?" "All I could afford. Five thousand dollars." I could see her calculating in her head. It only took a second or two. "So you will be worth about a million five." My eyes shot open, and my mouth was agape. "A million dollars?" "And you're a smart woman, so you'll invest some or most of that in something else, with input from any or all of your new Darling partners. And your million and a half will double or triple or better in about a year from now. In the meantime, you'll wear the finest clothes, eat the finest food, travel the world, and have more sex than you have ever imagined! You're going to meet people, rich people, just like the Duke and I, like Peter, all sexually liberated people, who share their time and money and love and expertise with others like them, others they find attractive and deserving. "People like you." I was stunned. Was she saying I would live just like her? The ultimate glamourous life? "Me?" "You." After a short pause, where we just looked at each other and held hands, she got a determined look on her face. "So, Jessica Kurva," she said, "Jessica the slut, it's your life. It's your decision. You can choose to take your upcoming fortune and go back to your male life, dabbling in cross-dressing and occasional love-making when you can safely find it. Right? Stay in your condominium, with your Hungarian landlord, and your lover Brad, from the office. Attend a few Darling events, here or wherever, for excitement. You could have all that, and no one would criticize you for it. Or," she paused, and then continued, "if you are truly certain that you are Jessica, now and for always, no going back, if you know more than anything that this gorgeous special slut in front of me is the real you, the only you, you can look me in the eye, right here, right now, and simply say 'yes', just say that one word, and mean it, and I promise you a lifetime of experiences you've only dreamt of, in your wildest fantasies. A rich, feminine, womanly Jessica the slut, with a gorgeous set of breasts, the sexiest clothes, and a champagne first-class A-list lifestyle." Before I could answer, she spoke again. "Oh, and one more thing," she whispered. "If you say yes, know this. It is my strongest hope, my fervent dream, that you and I will become the absolute bestest of BFF's. The Duke and I have longed to have a couple travelling with us again, a lot of the time, like Peter and Josie used to. I've missed having my best gurl with me when I'm shopping in Paris, or tanning out on the beach in the Caribbean, or cruising the Mediterranean in the biggest most luxurious suites they have, five star all the way. I miss watching each other get fucked by hot horny men. I miss all of that. And I know the Duke misses it too. And I have the feeling that Peter would be over the moon to go back to those days. It could be the best of all worlds for all of us, Jessica. "If you say yes." Once again, before I could speak, she started talking. "Oh, and I have one other thing I need to say. Whether you want to be besties with me or not, and whether you want to pursue an on-going relationship with Peter or not, I accept your decision regardless. Of course. But I do have a business proposition for you, no matter the outcome. I'd like you to be my partner, equal, fifty-fifty, in a new and exciting opportunity that I've been evaluating for some time now." I reeled a little bit. "A business? What kind of business?" She smiled. "How about I let that one stew in your slutty little brain for a while? Once you've had your surgery, if you say yes. Once you see yourself finally, truly, as you were meant to be. Gorgeous, and vibrant, and with a great set of knockers!" I began crying, and laughing, at the same time. I looked up through blurry eyes and saw Jade was teary too, and we automatically leaned into each other and hugged, her fantastic breasts pressing into me, reminding me, exciting me, making me realize all the cataclysmic changes that could happen if I was to say the one word. One word. Did I want it? Did I want to be a wealthy jet-setting feminine special woman, free to do what I wanted when I wanted where I wanted forever? Did I really think I could take such a major step? I broke our hug, and kissed Jade. I looked at her, and through my tears said the only word that mattered to me. The only word I felt. The only word that I needed to say. "YES!" The End.