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Angela
I'm a collector. I imagine that fifty years ago, I'd be pinning rare
butterflies to cardboard and mounting them under glass in framed shadow
boxes.
But, these days, I collect men. But, I'm into catch and release. I love
catching those beautiful boys, but when I set them free they really
aren't the same ever again.
I'm a transformer. No, not one of those trucks that morphs into some
alien creature. I capture my man and then transform him. If that's got
you confused, I'll give you a little story about my most recent prize.
Angelo was my latest target. I'd been suffering a broken heart for a
while after loosing my last love. I do relish behaving like a sentimental
fool sometimes. I honestly get so caught up in this love thing, that it
almost rubs off. But, I remind myself that I don't care about anyone else
and I'm just in it to amuse myself. I guess that sounds horrible, right?
Well, point of view, baby. Point of view.
The beautiful ones like Parker always seemed to lose interest in me
eventually. They always seem to seek others out for their love. Maybe I
can't love, and just love the game. But, eventually, the time comes when
they seek out something I can't offer.
Are you still reading? Seriously, aren't you sick of me yet? Well, I'm
thinking of writing a series of these short monographs documenting my
work. After all, I am an artist. I create beauty.
Speaking of beauty, I'm looking in the mirror and telling you what I see
as I brush my rich, thick chestnut hair falling in waves past my
shoulders. Big kissable lips and perfect teeth. High cheekbones and large
brown eyes. A rich warm skin tone that looks Mediterranean because I have
a touch of a Greek goddess in my ancestry. My swan-like neck leads to a
tall, athletic body. I'm five seven and elegant in three inch heels. My
curves are understated and sleek. I dress up well. My cultured voice and
my brain make me the best CEO of any large retail store chain in and
around Manhattan.
My daddy is rich and begrudgingly turned the reins over to me. I came
late and was a surprise in my parents disastrous marriage. But, Daddy
looked at me only after my two older brothers evolved into major
disappointments. One sadly still goes from one clinic to another trying
to kick his miles long list of addictions. The other is only heard from
when he needs an advance on his annual allowance or to make bail.
Dad didn't think I was deserving of his family lineage but understood
clearly if he wanted to retire to Hilton Head and golf all day, somebody
had to watch the store. If not me, he would have had to trust an
outsider.
Daddy's not big on trust. And after mom deserted him, running off with a
brilliant divorce lawyer taking half his life savings, he was desperate.
Dad never understood me or my needs. He was big on abandoning what he
never understood until my older siblings both went off the rails. He was
running out of heirs and finally had to reach out to me.
Honestly, I had no time for him. He'd rejected me when I was seventeen
and gave me the boot. I think the final straw was discovering me in the
pool house with the gardener's assistance in a very compromising
position, well, actually several positions.
I took my inheritance from gran and split. I had enough money just to
tell the doctors what I wanted. I had a vision and wanted it to be me. So
before I turned twenty-one, I had reinvented myself. I even changed my
name to Cynthia.
When dad's lawyers finally contacted me, I laughed. The sixty-year-old
fart finally needed me. At first, I was pretty cold towards him and his
needs. But after I met with a few lawyers and hammered out a contract, I
think I came out the winner. I had my cake and got rich, too.
We still haven't seen each other since he booted out this twisted child
at seventeen. But, then I'm not revengeful. Well, I do have this one
fantasy where I enter a party at his club and all the men and most of the
woman turn to gaze admiringly at my loveliness. I circulate until I'm
standing in front of dear old dad and his cronies. He's flirting me up as
we dance and I'm whispering in his ear. I'm telling him that my twenty-
five-year-old self is so turned on by his charm and rugged magnetic power
that he's making me quiver with excitement.
As we dance, I feel his own need growing as he holds me close. I tell
what I want him to do for me.
He nods, inflamed with lust, until I asked to fuck me all over again like
he did when he was throwing out his seventeen-year-old child.
He suddenly realizes the ravishing beauty in his arms is me and with
incest in his mind and loins, his heart explodes.
But, it's just my fantasy.
Shit, but, I need more than just watching over his fucking stores and
playing CEO. I've quadrupled the business and tripled our locations. The
profits come roaring in. And the growing empire is all named after good
old dad. I work hard for us, but I still get bored. That's where the men
come in.
My last conquest was a beautiful boy named Parker D. I think Parker
identified as a gay man before he met me. But, a sweet trip to the
Bahamas for the weekend convinced him that he certainly wasn't gay. We
had a whirlwind romance for eighteen months while I revealed his inner
self to the boy. After I helped him achieve his vision, my sweet Parker
moved on. We both knew it was time.
My latest interest is Angelo R. He's a sales clerk for a paper product
company that we deal with everyday. He's been selling to us for over
three years and we've talked over the phone a lot. He comes up to visit
our offices and always takes the time to talk me up and say hello.
I sensed he was interested in me, but was afraid to make the first move.
He was a perfect collectable - mild, meek and easily mailable. I know he
appreciated my fashion sense and lusted for my womanly favors. He liked
looking me over and I sensed Angelo loved short skirts and high heels. I
just knew he fantasized wearing them.
One day, I decided it was time to make my move. I had to pretend I was
the helpless damsel in distress who needed rescuing. I called him up.
"Oh, Angelo," I said breathlessly, "I know we're not getting our regular
monthly paper order for another ten days, but all our stores are coming
up short on product and I need your help."
I listened to a long pause before he spoke. "Cynthia, you know United
Paper Products values your business. What can I do to smooth things out?"
I sighed. "Oh, honey. I'm emailing you my needs right now. It's a pretty
big list. I guess I've been underestimating just how much we are selling
and now we are feeling the squeeze. I'm so sorry to bother you."
Oh, my God! I can't believe I'm saying this and he's eating it up! I feel
like Scarlet O'Hara in Gone With The Fuckin' Wind!
"Oh, no. Cynthia, I can have your orders delivered to all seven of your
shops locally today. The rest will be shipped overnight. And, I'll make
sure that your delivery charges disappear."
I smiled. This was working out better than I thought. "Well, if you're
going to do that for me, then you have to do one more thing to let me
show you my appreciation."
"Yes?"
"You have to let me take you out for a drink after work on Friday. Would
you have the time?"
He didn't even hesitate. "That sounds like fun. Where would you like to
meet?"
"Angelo, have you ever been to the Eight Ball, down in the Meat Packing
District?"
"Well, no. But, I always heard it was a gay club, right?"
"Oh, it's such a wonderful place, Angelo. And I don't like labels, just
fun times. So, are you still interested in letting me buy you a drink at
the Eight Ball?"
"Uh, sure. I guess it would be all right, if you say so."
The rabbit had taken the bait and the game was on.
I'm sitting at a small table waiting for him after work on Friday. He
comes in through the doors, and when I see him, I know we are intended
for each other. It only takes one look to know that Angelo needs my help
to find his true nature and being. Yes! I am going to free his soul!
He stands there in the doorway wearing a nondescript brown suit. It's off
the rack and too big for his slight frame. Besides brown not being his
color, his whole appearance looks lackluster. He has pale skin that
looked sallow in the interior light. His facial features disappear behind
ugly glasses. He's a mess.
Honestly, I'm almost crying with joy. This is perfect!
He's nervous just being in such a strange place. You could see the fear
in his eyes like a horse being led from a burning barn. He looks around
like someone's going to steal his wallet. Obviously, he has not spent
much time with the Alt crowd. The place drips of LGBTQ vibes. and let's
remember, this is a Friday night scene. Everyone looks their best,
everyone acts their best.
Parker, the club hostess, comes right up to him showing off her 34D's.
Angelo couldn't stop glancing at her creamy skin and her beautiful
breasts. I can see he's smitten by her beauty. He told her my name and
she gave him a thousand watt smile. She turned to lead him over to me. As
he sees me, he gives me a shy wave, but his eyes are on Parker's tight
dress that emphasizes her beautiful butt as she leads him my way.
Parker is gorgeous, we all agree.
When he finally gets to my table, I stand and let him shyly kiss me on
the cheek. I hug him tightly. I could tell that he was either happy to
see me or liked what Parker was showing off.
As he was sitting down, I start right i. "Oh, Angelo, thank you for
coming out for a drink. I can't thank you enough for helping get through
the week. We would have been high and dry without everything you did."
He smiles, but can't help staring when Parker walks by us again.
I interrupt his gaze. He really is lost in her aura. "She is cute, isn't
she? I've known Parker since she came to work here. I even knew her when
she was a boy."
Angelo looked puzzled. I could see the gears turning in his head. He
looks over at Parker again.
"You mean Parker used to be a man?"
"Long ago. But, doesn't she look happy now? She was so constricted by
being a guy. Now, life is one big party."
Angelo shook his head. "I would have never known. Are there other people
in here who are transexual?"
I smile demurely. "That's the excitement of the Eight Ball. Everyone here
likes to have a party by doing what they really want."
He looked again at me. I knew he was sizing up my height, weight, and
shape. I knew now that he was wondering where I had started out. I loved
to be a mystery. Lord knows, I was a mystery growing up, but that's
another story.
I reach out and take his hand. "You know, some of these girls would fool
you in and out of the sack. It's amazing what surgeons can do today.
Modern science is wonderful."
We had that drink and then another. And then it was dinner. We laughed,
we danced, and eventually, I talked him into coming home with me.
The young man needed a trainer. I would have been disappointed in his
performance if this was his final exam. But, this was merely an
evaluation to develop some baseline data. You know, that way, in three to
six months, we can see just how far Angelo had progressed.
Don't you remember standing against the wall and your mom would mark off
how tall you've grown? Well, I use a different yardstick.
Angelo spent the weekend with me. It was fun. I'm guessing that for him,
it was exciting and intense. But, by the time we finished that weekend,
it was only the beginning of our relationship. It would continued to grow
and get a lot more exciting, especially from Angelo's point of view.
Over time, Angelo learned to be an incredible lover. He was considerate,
caring, and always interested in pleasing me. That was very important. He
needed to learn his place and love it. We spent a lot of our time
together as I helped Angela find herself and chose a future direction..
Angelo worked every day selling paper products. He was out of the office
Mondays through Thursdays, meeting clients. Fridays were his office time.
That's when he was home and in the city. That's when we'd get together.
My Angelo needed a lot of urging to find herself. I showed her just how
much fun it could be exploring her sexuality, discovering her feminine
side, then being my slave to sex. Of course, she learned the excitement
of how pain only intensified sexual stimulation. She learned to please.
The best part was witnessing how those initial cracks in his protective
male armor started to spread. Angelo was all too happy to find out how
much he loved being more than just a male. She embraced it eagerly under
my tutelage.
It was the nicest summer. We spent the season as lovers, and as he grew
bolder, he was excited to really start experimenting. Of course, I showed
him estrogen. I always love to see the change that takes place when the
average man starts watching his nipples change shape, his eyes glisten,
his skin soften, and how everything grows more sensitive. I think it's
the sensitivity that sold Angelo on transitioning. He'd stare at his
changing body and gently run his finger tips over his most sensitive
areas. I'd watch him quiver with excitement.
Then, I got him addicted to piercings. First, it was simple bars through
his growing nipples. He'd moan when I'd twist them. I was teaching him to
have little orgasms through pain. We pierced a lot more spots that would
eventually drown him in a pool of sensual ecstasy.
And the first moment when he discovered that his body fat was
redistributing itself on his buttocks, hips, and those small amounts
growing on his chest was fun to observe. At first, he seemed frightened,
but all it took was a gentle hand stroking, pinching. nipping, and
licking to make him love his new self.
He adored when I gently rubbed creams into his softening skin. He loved
the delicate smells of lavender, peach, and rose. We enjoyed watching the
muscles fade away through his arms and shoulders, to be replaced by
delicious curves and soft, tender flesh.
He loved to feel the silkiness of smooth skin. We both enjoyed the
results he got by waxing. He relished being as smooth as a baby. And he
appreciated my needs so much more when we would roll together for hours
enjoying each other's silky bodies creating friction until we both found
satisfaction.
After six months, with his testicles shrinking, and his penis reluctant
to grow hard, Angela realized how much better an orgasm became when it
took hours to happen. I showed him how each orifice in the body has a G-
spot.
All summer, we'd have the frequent Saturday lunch as girlfriends. We'd go
shopping together. We'd have fun. And of course, we always had drinks at
the Eight Ball.
I could see how much she loved the attention that her beauty got her. Her
personality evolved. She loved it all. I had showed her how good it felt
to be my little bon-bon when we made love each weekend. My little girl
loved her frilly teddies and nightgowns. My little Angela loved being
special in every way.
Angela decided to take her vacation with me.
Starting that first Friday night, my Angela got a delicious bubble bath
to leave her week's worth of worries behind. After drying her off and
dusting her with powder, we did our makeup and hair, then snuggled and
cuddled until it was time for serious lovemaking.
Then, Angela and I put on our nightgowns and enjoyed curling up together
for a beautiful Friday night's sleep. Saturday was spent in the salon
having our nails done, getting our facials, and having our hair tinted
and cut. Then it was off shopping where we tried on lovely things and
made our purchases.
Angela was loving her feminine side, and by the time Saturday evening
rolled around, she was ready to go clubbing until dawn. We danced the
night through, flirting with all the beautiful girls and boys, then went
home to spend more time exploring each other.
It was a wonderful three weeks for Angela. I'd never seen her happier or
more content.
I felt so bad when that fateful Monday morning rolled around. Off came
the hoop earrings, off came the nail polish. We put away the panties and
bras and got out her ace bandages to hide what nature had grown.
It felt so bad watching Angela slick back her curls and tie her beautiful
hair into a tight rubber band. Off would come the liner, the shadow, the
blush, the lipstick, and by the time she had put on his boy clothes, my
lovely baby was gone.
It was sad to see the tears in his eyes as we kissed. He'd be driving
from one customer to another all week long, but we both knew that on
Friday night, we'd be back in each other's arms.
The month of September went by quickly. My pretty weekend cupcake was
starting to change almost too much for her Ace bandages to hide. She was
developing so quickly, it was obvious that her body wanted this as much
as she did.
We were halfway through October, when Angelo told me about the office
Halloween party. We started laying our plans for Angela to attend the
party. And when Angela finally appeared ready that Halloween morning,
when the dress, the nails, and the total woman emerged to start her
business day, It was obvious that Angelo's final days were numbered.
Friday was the first day that Angela appeared in the working world.
Angelo went in costume as an office trollop wearing an "oh too tight"
black skirt, three-inch bright pink "fuck me" pumps, and a matching
bright pink angora sweater accenting his push-up bra. His makeup was
perfect and he had a silly bubble of blonde curls on the top of his head.
Angela had been practicing her walk, her talk, and her mannerisms for
months and she was a natural. She won everyone over and became the life
of the party. That night, a breathless, excited Angela described her best
day ever.
"Cynthia, you should have seen their faces. At first, they couldn't
believe that it was me. Then, everyone thought it was the best costume
they'd ever seen. They loved the way I spent the day in character to the
point where I even went to lunch with the girls, ate a salad, and drank a
diet coke. Everyone loved the fact that I used the ladies' room to
freshen up."
I sat and smiled at my lover's excitement. Angelo had always been a quiet
guy, a pale non-existent person who no one ever noticed or gave a second
glance. Now, as Angela, he was getting all the attention anyone could
crave. It was obviously reinforcing to his once-male ego.
"Oh, Cynthia! It was so wonderful. People who hadn't ever said one word
to me were coming by to look me over then congratulate me on my costume.
It was so nice to hear all the compliments, to have everyone talk to me.
It was quite an experience. I loved it."
But, we had reached the endgame. I knew he loved the heels, the
stockings, the makeup, and the clothing more and more each weekend. She
was coming out is full force. She was ready to go, and I was having fun
turning her loose.
"And guess what, Cyn? The office staff wants Angela to come back again
next week. Everyone agreed that Angela was a lot more fun, and it would
be nice to have a beautiful woman running the sales department!"
That weekend, we went shopping for appropriate office outfits so that
Angela would be able to wear something wonderful each day in her new
position. We started with a cute gray suit and a scooped necked blouse
that showed a glimpse of Angela's growing breasts. With a short tight
skirt and adorable heels, Angela looked great for her second appearance.
She said she lit up the office.
So, now, Angela appeared at my door every night talking about work and
laying out her new outfit for the next day. She was becoming the
consummate businesswoman. She was becoming obsessed with sales and
management. And she was becoming boring.
"It was so sweet, Cynthia. Everyone thought I'm just great. And the days
go by so fast. I get all my paperwork done and even have time to relax
with the girls in the afternoon.
She paused to give me a kiss. "I love it!"
I smiled but inside knew that the time was getting near. I loved turning
my quiet, meek boys into beautiful girls. But, sadly, I did such a good
job that none of them ever wanted to go back.
I feinted happiness. "Oh, Angela, that is wonderful news. How about if we
go out and celebrate! Let's start with drinks at the Eight Ball. I hear
our sweet Parker has found the man of her dreams and is headed to
Thailand to complete her journey. And now, they need to find a new
hostess. They're looking for some outgoing girl who loves to flirt with
everyone and look more gorgeous every day. Maybe this would be that
opportunity you need to start a whole new life to go with your whole new
look!"
Angela smiled. I could she that she was picturing herself in slinky, form
fitting gowns and four inch stilettos. She was already falling in love
with being the center of attention as she showed friends and strangers to
their tables at the club.
My task was completed and it was time to start again.
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