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Happy Hour
Chapter 2
by: Stefanie Flowers
There were several more 'Happy Hour' meetings as their regular twosome
before Mandy followed through on her promise to David and put pressure
on Stefanie to dress fulltime. She told Stefanie that her brother and
boyfriend had enjoyed the foursome 'Happy Hour' so much that they
wanted to do it as a regular weekly event. She didn't tell Stefanie
that what David really wanted most of all was ask Stefanie out on a
real date.
"No, I can't possibly do that. It's too much exposure for me. They're
sure to find out about me," I told her.
"Don't be such a scaredy cat," Mandy chided me. "Why don't you get a
professional make-over. No one will be able to 'out' you then because,
to all intents and purposes, you'll be exactly who you appear to be, my
best friend Stefanie."
Her constant nagging to take a more committed role to living 24/7 as a
woman was having an impact on me. The constant day to day changing back
and forth from male to female was becoming tiresome. I spent more time
as a woman than a man now and I was beginning to feel most comfortable
with myself when dressed in female clothes. With much practice I had
even learnt to speak in a soft feminine voice. I even found myself
slipping into female mannerism's when dressed as my male self. It was
either time to give it all up or, if I agreed to Mandy's constant
pestering, take the next step and get a more professional
transformation. Just for duration of the Covid pandemic, but, I
wouldn't make myself beholden to Mandy's generosity. I determined to
make myself an appointment at 'Total Transformations' to get some hair
removal treatments and explore what transformation options they could
offer me. But one thing I knew for sure, whatever I selected had to be
reversible once the Covid pandemic was overcome.
'Total Transformations' was a sort of clinic come crossdresser's store
for total makeovers of a more permanent nature. Because of Covid my
anonymity was assured for they only worked on one customer at a time. I
had booked myself in for a week of laser treatments to remove all of my
hair follicles. On enquiring about their transformation services, I
learnt about a new treatment called body sculpting that, if I didn't
like the results could easily be reversed. A sort of liposuction
technology could move fat around one's body to make one look feminine.
If there was not enough fat then they could introduce an artificial
form of fat. Since I had daily appointments for the hair removal they
could do the sculpting at the same time. I literally jumped at the
chance. I would have realistic looking women's breasts, hips and butt
plus a narrow female waistline. As a special, there was a bonus to the
package; a very realistic looking vagina. It meant not only tucking my
testicles and penis but also some minor surgery to stop me having an
erection. By the time they finished I had, to all extents and purposes,
a truly female body. I was so happy with their work that I celebrated
my new body by having a full makeover. What with not being able to get
a haircut my hair had grown quite long I was able to get it styled as
long flowing wavy tresses falling down over my shoulders. In a crazy
spate of willfulness, I told the beautician she had free reign to make
me look as beautiful as possible. She took me at my word and turned me
into blond with long wavy tresses of hair falling don over my
shoulders. My face looked beautiful. I had long wispy eyelashes, narrow
femininely arched eyebrows and glossy pink lips with matching acrylic
fingernails. Goodness, I thought. I'll never be able maintain this
look. I wasn't that skillful in applying makeup.
The beautician understood the look in my eyes and quickly reassured me.
"Don't worry hon. The makeup's all long lasting and won't wash off for
a long while. When it begins to fade you can just fill in with these
cosmetics to make it look like new. Long lasting cement was used to
attach the false eyelashes and the nails are acrylics. Come back in a
month for a touch up."
Passing 24/7 as a woman would now be very easy; presenting myself as a
man in the future was, of course, going to be impossible.
As I walked back to my car I came to a frightening realization. There
would be no hiding from my neighbors. They would see me going about as
a woman. What would they think? Worse, my oh so realistic fake vagina
was fully functional, so to speak. I was now just as vulnerable to a
man's instincts and powerful body as a real woman. God, what had I done
to myself? All because of my stupid desire to cross-dress. I had no
desire to actually be a woman. I just occasionally enjoyed dressing up
as one. Well, due to my stupidity, I was now stuck as being one for a
while.
I soon found that wearing, what were in effect implants, was completely
different to stuck on falsies and padded panties. For one thing, they
couldn't be taken off and they felt like a natural part of my body. I
learnt that wearing a bra wasn't just a cheap thrill to help me feel
feminine; it was now a necessity to stop my new breasts from swinging
widely to and fro. And, they were heavier too. It was unrealistic to go
about unsupported for long and I came to appreciate the true
functionality of wearing a bra. It wasn't just to look sexy. In my new
form I had to dress 24/7. That meant all of the everyday activities I
typically did as a man. Grocery shopping, house cleaning, doing the
laundry, even going to bed at night. Going out cross-dressed every day
became less of a thrill to me. What did make me scared was the looks
and appraisals I received from men. I didn't have any desire to
interact with them. After all, I told myself, I may look like a woman
but I'm really a man. The idea of being attractive to a man was gross.
On meeting Mandy at our next 'Happy Hour' meeting she took in the new
looking me with a look of approval, maybe even a thought of about time!
"Stefanie, Wow! I don't know what to say. You look ..."
"Then don't" I replied teasingly. Now that I had real breasts, I no
longer needed to keep them covered up. I had them on full display in a
demi-cup lace bra covered in the sheerest of see through sleeveless
tops. I was all in pink and wearing a Hawaiian white shell necklace and
bracelet. Maybe it was a bit over the top but it made me feel sexy.
"You're looking great Mandy. I just love those shoes. Are they Jimmy
Choo's?" I continued in full female mode.
"Oh, just stop it Stefanie. I can't even compete with you anymore.
Just look at you. I'm glad you took my advice and took the plunge, so
to speak."
By now I was an old hand at getting seated on the high bar stool and
adept at quickly restoring my modesty by pulling down my mini-skirts
hemline. Now, when I crossed my legs, it wasn't so much as to look like
a woman but, like a woman, a reflexive gesture to protect my female
genitals.
Then, in a whisper I confided, "All joking aside, Mandy, I think I went
too far. I'm trapped like this 24/7 and have to constantly act the
woman."
"Well, girlfriend, from here it doesn't look like too much of a
hardship. You're a natural born woman, and from what I can see,
thoroughly enjoying it."
"No. My life, as I knew it, has been ruined. All of my neighbors have
seen me dressed ; even a few people from work that I was unlucky enough
to run into. How can I ever go back to being me?" I said distraughtly.
"Stefanie, don't be such a drama queen. This is you. It's what you were
always meant to be. Now you don't have to worry about what people think
any more; you can just be you."
Mandy seemed almost jubilant at my change in circumstances. She seemed
to think that I was just a shy transgender person afraid to come out in
public. Someone that with a little prodding from her would flower into
full womanhood. In truth, I was just a man with a cross-dressing habit
that I wanted to keep secret.
It wasn't long before some male admirers approached and bought us some
drinks. Why do I do this to myself, I thought. Dressed like this we are
bound to attract men. Who could blame them?.
And so, Mandy and I passed another 'Happy Hour' flirting mildly while
making small talk with some strange men in return for free drinks. Once
again, we managed to separate from them using the excuse of our table
being ready. They didn't look too pleased but what could they do?
Create a scene.
Mandy said, "You know, it would be less stressful for us if you'd agree
to go out as a foursome with my fianc? and brother. They're continually
asking about you and when we can go out again."
I could see that Mandy was never going to give up on pestering me about
doing a foursome again. I knew that we couldn't keep on misleading
strange men into buying us drinks without eventually getting into
trouble. I suppose Mandy is right. It would be less stressful going out
as a foursome, but I didn't want her brother David thinking he was
dating me.
"OK", I said, "but make sure David's aware it's not a date; just a
social get together."
Mandy looked happy and said, "Of course, Stefanie, whatever you want."
For the next few weeks our foursome 'Happy Hours' worked out well
except for David making increasingly amorous advances on me. At first,
he would just put a hand on mine, or just casually caress my arm. Not
wanting to seem, I don't know, unreceptive I just let him do it without
complaining. To tell the truth, I sort of enjoyed it a bit. Then, I
started to feel his hand on my knee. Before I knew I he was stroking my
leg and venturing up towards my crotch. It was time to put a stop to
that so I lifted his hand back on to the table and held it there. In
truth, I was conflicted. I didn't want him making sexual advances to me
but his hand on my leg felt so good. My crotch had tingled with
pleasure as his hand approached to rub it. It was a miracle that I
managed to pull his wandering playful hand away from me. Mandy,
seemingly absorbed by her fianc?e's attentions, seemed oblivious as to
my predicament.
Of course, Mandy had seen the struggle of emotions in Stefanie's eyes
and congratulated herself that all was going well. Soon, Stefanie would
give in to David's wiles and become his girlfriend.
It was with conflicting emotions that I went our next 'Happy Hour'
meeting. I didn't want to have to deal with David's amorous advances
but my body yearned for them. Maybe it was because of that, that I
drank too much. I wasn't drunk but was over the limit to safely drive
home. Mandy used that as an opportunity to invites us back to her house
to spend the night. In my inebriated state I hadn't realized that she
meant the men too.
We sat in her living room, paired off as couples. It wasn't long before
I realized what was expected of me, and we were cuddling and kissing. I
could feel David getting excited and growing fearful of what he would
expect me to do. There were only two bedrooms so, once again as
couples, we retired to go to bed. I knew that I would have to satisfy
him somehow, but didn't want to be penetrated as a woman. So, taking
the initiative I decided to give him a blow job. Feigning a period, I
offered oral sex.
At first I licked and sucked on its head, teasing the penis into a
rigid erection. Then letting him enter my mouth, I sucked up and down
on his throbbing shaft. I was fearful of him coming in my mouth but had
no say in the matter. He grabbed my head, pushing his shaft in and out
of me. I could feel his orgasm about to culminate when all of a sudden,
he rammed his penis fully into the back of my throat. I was gagging as
he discharged a gallon of semen down into my throat. There was nothing
to do but swallow.
He seemed very proud of himself as he pulled his shrinking penis from
my mouth. All I could think of was disgust. I had fellated a man with
my mouth and to my chagrin, it hadn't been felt like such a bad
experience. What did that make me? A cock sucker of course.
"Thanks Stefanie, that was incredible," said David. "The best I've ever
had."
He seemed to think that would please me but, in truth, it made me feel
even more ashamed at what I had done. I had crossed the Rubicon. How
could I ever call myself a man again?
David seemed to think that we had crossed a different threshold. In his
mind, we were now an item. I was now his girl. This wasn't the time or
place to disabuse him of such a notion. I would save that for a later
date. For now, I had to hide my embarrassment and get home as soon as
possible.
Later that week I met with Mandy for coffee. We sat outside beneath a
sunshade.
"I see you were getting along well with David," she observed with a
meaning full look that said I know what you were up to.
"I didn't really have any choice. I had to keep in character," I
defended myself.
"Well, I've been meaning to ask you. Will you be the bridesmaid at my
wedding? I mean my hand maiden, of course. David's going to be the best
man and, since you get along so well together, it will work out
perfectly."
"No, as much as I'd like to I can't Stefanie. Your wedding's not until
next year and Covid will be over by then," I replied trying to be
diplomatic. The last thing I wanted was to be David's partner, or even
participate as her hand maiden."
"Well, at least promise me you will if Covid is not over by then.
What could I say without being rude to my BFF?
"OK, but it's not very likely."
My life as a woman continued. More and more people came to see me as
Stefanie. I even had the HR manager from work call me to say he had
been hearing strange rumors about me. I knew that I couldn't hide my
situation from him and confessed that I was dressing as a woman. I was
fearful of his response.
"That's wonderful Stefanie and very good for you. What with the
shutdown and all we are going to have to lay off 20% of the work force.
Based on seniority, I would have to let you go. But, the good news is
we need to maintain a certain level of minorities in the work force. As
a transgender woman, we would certainly keep you on. So, should I
change the paperwork and have you officially listed as being
transgender?"
God, this was getting complicated. I was just a cross dresser and
didn't want to officially become transgender but I needed my job.
I somehow heard myself saying, "Yes, Mr. Grossman, I'm transgender"
"That's just wonderful Stefanie. Of course, that means you need to go
ahead with full SRS which, you'll be happy to hear, is fully covered
under our medical insurance plan."
"That's just wonderful Mr. Grossman."
Shit now I really would have to find another job but at least not
immediately. I wondered how long I could stretch this thing out before
having to find a job somewhere else.
If that wasn't bad enough, David was becoming a nuisance, calling me
every day to ask me out on a date. Being alone with him was the last
thing I wanted so I kept putting him off except for the weekly 'Happy
Hour' when I had some protection from the presence of Mandy and her
fianc?e.
Once again we retired to Mandy's place after 'Happy Hour'. Soon we were
making out on the sofa again and retiring for the night to the spare
bedroom. Once again I used the excuse of my time of the month to avoid
having intercourse with him. Obviously he expected something in return
for all of those free meals and drinks. I had never realized before how
obligated women were to pay their way for an evening's entertainment by
putting out. It was sickening.
He wasn't accepting my womanly excuse but insisting on some real
intimacy. I pleaded with him to no avail. "I've never done it that way
before," I said truthfully. "It will hurt."
"Maybe a little bit at first, but then I know you'll grow to love it,
Stefanie."
I knew that I wasn't going to be able to stop him. I realized that as a
woman, he expected me to satisfy his carnal needs. Maybe if I did it
willingly, no matter how degrading, it wouldn't physically hurt too
much.
"Oh God!, Oh God! It hurts. It hurts too much." I pleaded. He was in
the full throes of sexual desire so my protests didn't stop or even
slow him down. I felt his throbbing organ push deeper into my expanding
colon. It felt my ass was going to split in two. Then all of a sudden
the pain subsided as his penis penetrated beyond my sphincter. Then he
started pumping up and down in my ass, his balls slapping against my
buttocks. I felt a rising feeling of pleasure as his penis massaged my
prostrate.
"Yes, Oh Yes!, Don't stop!" I screamed in pleasure as I felt myself
rising to orgasm. The overwhelming feeling of pleasure drowned out the
shame I felt at being fucked by a man.
Afterwards, I realized what I had done. I felt ashamed. How could I be
so deceitful as portray myself to David as a woman and let him have sex
with me. It was time to put a stop to this charade.
"David, I'm so sorry but I have a confession to make. Despite how I
appear, I'm not really a woman but a man." I said fearful of how he
would take this news. I hoped he wouldn't kill me.
"Oh, Stefanie, my love. I already know. You are exactly what I want in
a woman."
I was flabbergasted. Of all things, I found myself in a gay
relationship with me being in a the she-male and he in the male role.
Just wait until I confronted Mandy. She must have known her brother's
proclivities all along and tricked me into becoming his girlfriend. I
would kill her.
Emely
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