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Chapter 8 Who are you, I really want to know! The next morning, I arose to the sounds of paula actually moaning in pleasure quietly as not to wake me I would imagine. We are early risers normally waking up before the alarm sounding off is nothing new for either of us. Like most men, paula would wake up scratch herself down there maybe then head to the shower. She often slept without covers, as she was sleeping. I have seen her "hold on for dear life" down there too. Like it was going to fall off or something! It seems disgusting really but for men its normal, I suppose. Waking up to the sound of paula masturbating herself was mighty different though! Well, I pretended to stay asleep as my trans sexed fianc? fingered herself to a quick morning orgasm, one that ended with a muffled mmmmmmmaaahhhhh. After she finished, I began to stir wishing her a good morning and started my morning routine. For me bathroom, shower, hair, makeup then, after allowing paula to bask in her little post orgasmic pleasure, I said, "Ok sleepy head your turn, get that little fanny to bathroom. We have a busy morning before we hit Crystle Beach for some rest and relaxation! Oh, by the way, please don't wear your engagement ring. You don't want to get the band damaged by the sand or accidently lose it. Put it in its box and keep it on your dresser with your other jewelry." "What, I thought, that beach stuff was just a joke," said a worried sounding paula. "Nope, we are going to the beach for some sun and relaxation!" I said directly. First thing first as always she wanted to weigh in. paula's concern rose when doing so saying, "This thing must be broken. It says I weigh 153 pounds. I weighed in the other day at 159 pounds" paula ranted. I quickly countered, "Don't worry, you just had all that work done on your body. You didn't eat anything the day before the procedure #3, that day, even yesterday you picked at breakfast and last night you barely ate anything at Salvatores. I am sure you will put on weight soon. Don't obsess about weight right now. Besides I think you look great!" "Well, maybe you can call Cal and Jackie for me and ask about my workouts and diet plan. Mybe they can write plans for me to follow. I don't want them to see me like this! Especially Cal," paula said. I teased her, "You afraid Cal might ask you out or something? He is All Man you know!" paula just left my statement alone an moved on to her moisturizing routing I told her to do. I on the other hand wasn't going to contact anyone. paula was actually weighing near to reaching her perfect weight. She was going to look stunning in her wedding gown I thought. Just another 5 pounds and she will easily slip into a size 6. Truthfully, I haven't been that size since college! Well, it took her about an hour to finally get ready. She found out a woman's morning routine was quite different and much longer than a man's. When finished her moisturizing, I put paula's hair in a beautiful French Braid that cascaded down her back. I instructed about what make up to us but she did her own under my tutelage. I dressed a quite in a cute little mini skirt I found at Bloomindales from AQUA and matched it up with a white pleated sleeves top from Hobbs London. A pair of Tori Burch Thong sandals and she was looking perfect. paula stepped in front of the three-way mirror and I saw she did not like what she saw. It is funny how a little thing like changing her sex changed paula's perspective on what was appropriate to wear out. She protested saying, "Um Gabby, this skirt is a little short don't you think, and the top a bit tight? I don't want to look like I ... well you know... it's just too short to wear!" I told her, "Since when did you become an expert on what is too short or tight to wear? I have been a female all my life. I think you look cute so cute is what you will wear. Now let's go we have an appointment I made for our nails and I don't want to be late" I said it with authority and surprising she just sighed and stopped arguing. Right then I had the upper hand and wasn't going to let go! So off we went for a mani and pedi at my favorite nail shop. I knew hated that idea but paula definitely got a look into another look of how to maintain her feminine body, nail salon! She didn't like the new odors and unfamiliar environment; however, her nails came out wonderful. That shop even has a brow service that touched us both up! When we finished, we looked fabulous! Of course, paula still has so much to learn about daily proper maintenance and appearance for females in our society. No more just shower and shave! Although she is getting into a routine, I think she can maintain. We came home to change into our bathing suits and leave for the beach. paula squeezed into her little suit probably wondering where is the rest of the material! She checked herself out in our three-way mirror. Truthfully the top probably did show off a bit too much of breast, but what was done is done! The tiny patches of material covered her front and back side enough but I am sure paula knew she was showing off a lot of skin. The look of disappointment on her face as she looked into our dressing mirror was priceless. I never thought my fianc?e would want to wear a dress so badly before but she quickly slipped on the cover up that I purchased for her. Truthfully it didn't cover up much as it was short in length and the material was basically see through. paula reluctantly slipped on the Mocs. added a big beach bag to sling over her shoulder, oversized women's sunglasses for the both of us and we were two chicks on our away! As we approached the Peace Bridge, I noticed cars were already backup on the bridge. That is never a good sign when you are on the way to the beach! I was approaching the exit ramp to the bridge when paula let out a scream, "Gabby, stop the car! They are going to ask for ID I forgot my driver license. How am I going to explain to Customs Agents anyway even with it that I am paul mangione? I am wearing a bikini! If the inspector is a man, what is he going to think looking at me looking like this? We have to turn around." "paula, would I chance getting over the border without ID's for the both of us? Check in your beach bag there is a yellow wallet with your new NY State Driver License in it. You see the NU Ewes people sent that and some other things by currier the day of your actual transition, um.. procedure. That was also the day they sent a crew to remove your male clothing and put your new clothing in place. "I didn't tell them to do any of those things! I didn't expect to wake up to a drawer full of panties, bras and other stuff!" paula yelled while looking for her little matching yellow colored wallet in her beach bag. When she did, she was not happy saying, "Hey this driver licenses' picture is of me looking like a chick and has my name as paula Stephanie Mangione and under sex it has an F! What the fuck is that all about! Traffic on the Bridge entrance had slowed down to a full stop so I figured now was as good as any time to let her know the full extent of all the changes. I Looked straight at her and said "I didn't want to tell you all this today especially on the way to the beach but now that you have seen your new driver license, I may as well let you know everything now. Well, there have been some other changes to your "Life Story". Let's face it, you can't go around with the name paul Steven Mangione the way you look now, right?" paula with a hesitant voice answered, "um... well... right, I guess. But what do you mean my "Life Story, Gabes?" "Well like any Under Cover Boss scenario, you need to cover your tracks so people who either know you and see you or meet you for the first time, will think you are who you look like right?" I said to paula. Her response was a more confusing sounding "Yea, right, ok, well so you want me to use the feminine name paula when we are out but paul at home or something? I don't like that but I get it." I replied "Oh Honey, it is much more than that. You need a female identity for everything you have done and accomplished in your life, right? Probably for up to 2 years maybe more, right?" "NO WAY! I am not changing anything else, got it?! Gabby I was born a man, I have grown up a man and even though I look like this, I am ALL MAN inside still!" paula defiantly yelled. I wanted to say, All Man that is not how it sounded in bed early this morning! But instead, I said, "Well, you know how you signed the contract papers for procedure #3. In them you signed off on giving Nu Ewes and Rams, the Power of Attorney over any and all legal procedures needed to change any documents, banking accounts, businesses licenses or anything else you man own, ect.. ect... ect.. " Mrs. Mangione knew by the way this conversation was going something dramatic happened. "Gabby, they didn't, OMG they changed his life to a girls' for now? Really paul is now my legal daughter paula? NOOOOO! This story just keeps on getting better and better! I need all the details please!!" Gabby responded, "Good insight mom! You ask, I tell. Anywho, it is a bit of a story but I will keep it as brief as possible. Obviously paula was none too happy to hear of the changes to her life's story. Remember this identity issue is another piece of the puzzle, she created for herself." I said to paula," The New Ewes are so thorough about identity changes needed to function in today's society. You now have a new birth certificate, baptismal certificate, confirmation certificate, bank records, medical information... every legal document you can think of now states you are and always have been female, just like me!" paula just responded saying "NO WAY! I am a man! They can't just do that to me. I am a man; I AM A MAN!" She wasn't yelling, just kept repeating that message over and over again. I decided to go bluntly and said, "Let's face it you can't go around with a man's background looking like you do especially for maybe two years or more. So, to get to the point paula, they were very discreet so only a few key people know about your transition and by law they are not at liberty to discuss this matter with anyone." Paula didn't blow up, she changed her babbling to a whisper saying "No way, they can't just change all the stuff! It wasn't my fault I swear. It is all a mistake Gabby; I didn't sign up for this. I am a man not a woman. I can't... NO WAY." I had to interrupt her and say bluntly, "Well I have all the legal documents at home that say otherwise. You are now legally paula Stephanie Mangione. The Catholic Church now recognizes you were born female in case we want to be married for real in the next couple of years. Or perhaps you now prefer a manly Knight in shining Amour. That was who I was going to marry when I was 10 years old! "Gabby stop teasing with me, this isn't right!" paul fought back. Gabby continued, "Well Honey, to continue, your grammar, high school, and college records had to be changed to show your new gender status. All the schools balked at that idea at first but with the right amount of donation monies, you should be happy to know you still attended St. Mary's Catholic Grammar School from kindergarten to eighth grade. You graduated to St. Mary's High School as you originally did but as a girl. However, your transcripts could not follow your gender change for some legal mumbo jumbo church reason Father Pat told them. The best Nu Ewes and Rams could do was have both schools showing you as an average student, no academic awards throughout pre-k through high school. But you did well in areas of socialization I read although it seems you received a demerit concerning some dance one time when you about 13 years old, signed by Father Pat. In High School as a matter of fact you were a cheerleader all four years of High School where you and your buddy Peter were the Queen and King of your Homecoming dance your senior year. Evidently you and he dated for your junior and senior year. You broke up when he went off to Ohio State to play football. No wonder you like him so much! Anywho it is your college records that were the real issue. Unlike St. Mary's, UB wouldn't accept any donations. Not even a very large donation to the School of Cyber Security. Evidently the informed Nu Ewes and Rams being a State School those types of donations were declared illegal in 2036. Worse thought is they would not recognize your transition to becoming female due to the fact it wasn't ordered by a Medical Doctor treating you for gender dysphoria. Upon verifying your transition, they legally nullified your degrees since the rest of your identification says you are now legally recognized as paula Stephine Mangione. You can be reinstated upon your retransition to male." All paula could muster up as a response was a simple but heartfelt, "What! No wait, they think I became a woman as some sort of a joke or as a stunt so they stripped me of my degrees!! That isn't right. I need those degrees to run my business, to have my licenses... WHAT THE FUCK!!" Well, the good news is Nu Ewes and Rams were able to work with two places of higher learning so you do have two degrees still. Just not quite like your male degrees. NU ewes were able to place you in a women's business college and one women's four-year college that has master degrees available. paula's only response was "Wait, I never went to a woman's business college or any women's college. But as long as they can provide my Cybersecurity Undergraduate and Master Degree, I suppose I can be the leader of a female led business. Who knows we may be able to qualify for some tax breaks available for women, right Gabby? Well you actually the degree you earned from the Women's Business College of Jamestown, New York was an Associate's Degree in General Administrative Assistant and Secretarial Science. Two years later, after working as an Administrative Assistant ie... secretary, you enrolled for a four year degree at Mount Holy College for Women. Mount Holy is in South Bradberry, Massachusetts. It is the oldest member of the historic Sisters Colleges for women. It doesn't offer the kind of Cyber Security you had from UB however. Mount Holy College is now run by an order of nuns formed about 20 years ago called, The Sisters of Perpetual Womanhood. They are a very strict Catholic order who believe women are to focus on marriages to men, bear children and raise their little ones to grow up to be good Catholics. You enrolled in an undergraduate program in Gender Studies, with a focus on traditional women's roles of homemaking vs. women roles in the business world of men. You also were also working on a minor in something called Heterosexual Sexual and Gender Identities for women and their Sexual Experiences with Men. Sounds a bit racy Sweety.! "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU...." is all paula said. Before she could continue on a rant I kept taking "Anywho, your school records show after your junior year, you were expelled. Evidently you were found to be living with your boyfriend in an off-campus apartment with all that implies between a woman and a man, gggrrrr! The Sisters have a strict agreement with all its women students against such things. You were offered a fall re-entry if you made things right by either stop sharing a resident with your boyfriend or marrying your young stud. Evidently your records at the college indicate, in late August you contacted the admissions office before classes began in September stating that your husband felt it best not to re-enter your program while you and him were trying to start a family. You seemed to have been a very busy and obedient wife the way the Sister's like them, paula! However, as with most quick short-term decisions your marriage only lasted 14 months before he divorced you because you didn't conceive any children. At that point you returned home. You worked for one of your girlfriend's husbands' law firm as a receptionist ie eye candy, for a short time. Since then, you have been unemployed and have lived at your parents' house." paula sat there stunned then said, "Those bastards made me, paul mangione, a man's man, with multiple higher degrees, a successful business owner into a undereducated, unemployed, living with my parents, woman? This is some kind of retribution. Someone there must know who I am and wants to sabotage my like Gabby! You have to get your lawyers on them. They can't make paul mangione into a low rent woman. Gabby, are you listening to me? Those fuckers need to be taught a lesson! I continued ignoring his put down of women, "It's a cover story, hard to disprove paul.. paula. Since you no longer have the educational requirements needed to secure a business license in NY State or anywhere else for Cyber Security, they did the best they could probably. In order to protect the company, my lawyers drew up the legal papers for me to become the sole owner of your company. It's basically a paper transaction once we marry it is yours again anyway. First, they called in the bank notes that you technically owe me as your sole private investor and creditor. The company didn't have that much cash available obviously so they foreclosed and I became sole owner by law. However, I do not have the proper credentials either to operate PMS, sorry it's the new corporate name for your old company. I couldn't buy it back and rename it the same thing. Something about copyright infringement or something on the original name. So, I made an owners decision and hired Jacob Howser to fill in for you as President and run the company day to day." I told paula. That broke the emotional damn of paula. "NO WAY, Gabby that guy is my arch enemy! He will steal us blind! You can't trust him. Sorry, NO WAY! and PMS sounds like a woman with a bad period going on! NO WAY!" said a startled paula. "Yes Way, Jacob is already hired and will be paid a salary commiserate with his credentials about $375,000 along with a bonus on profitability and new business he brings in. As you know paula, Jacob knows of our, well paul's and my personal relationship. I explained to Jacob you have broken off our engagement. You are taking an unspecified in length leave of absence but you will still be part of the company. I told him it seems you are having some, gender identity issues and are seeking out psychological help with your feelings. "OMG you told him that! Why the fuck would you do that? He will use that to smear my name. He always told people I was soft for a supposed man! Gabby that was over the line. This has gone on far enough!" paula was yelling at me as we finally started moving slowly to the bridge entrance. "Look I had to have reasonable explanation of what happened between us. Also, you are right about Jacob might not being the right man for the job, but right now neither are you, sister. So, starting Monday, you will be the feminized Under Cover Boss disguised as a divorcee in a dress and you will be reporting to PMS as a clerical assistant to Jacob." I told paula the facts and waited for her explosion. "What the fuck? My company basically has been dissolved, it is now going to be run by an oversized, sex crazed ex-football jock. He used to tell me I was soft and short for a man. Gabby I am ALL MAN and now you expect me to go there and work as a secretary? What the hell, do you think I am a pussy I am a man !!" said an exasperated paula. "Says, the gorgeous little lass with the big bosom! Anyway, we need you there to keep an eye on the office. Let's face it you do have a degree in Secretarial Sciences and all the right assets for the job!" I said to paula trying to add humor to this difficult situation. Then adding "For now PMS is the name, Jacob is the President. You will be Jacobs' "Girl Friday", Jenny will still work in the office as a general secretary / receptionist. Or you can be the receptionist if you prefer and Jenny as the Girl Friday. Finally, Jacob knows this is a temporary situation, however is guaranteed his salary and any bonuses he earns for a 2-year period. And if you are afraid of him thinking you are soft don't let him know who you really are. It really would be hard to argue now. I told him paul was using his time off to hopefully rejuvenate and regardless of our breakup he is planning to return to the office at some point. Its just sooner than he knows and you will in heels and hose doing it! So, act your part as an old friend of mine rebounding from a nasty divorce with her husband. Besides what else would you do babysit your friends' kids? Finally, I let her know of a special service Nu Ewes and Rams do for participants of procedure #3 and #4. They made a huge cyber photo and video library of your life. With a state-of-the-art artificial intelligence software program, they have reimagined you as a girl in every photo and video I could share with them. A lot came from your mom actually. She thought I was putting together a memory album for you as a gift. Baby pictures, videos of any event that you attended has reimagined you as a female! I can't wait to see and watch all the pictures and videos of you attending your macho friend's weddings, not as a groomsman but as a bridesmaid! In this reality you were a close girlfriend to each of your buddies' wives, not them. For example, for Peter's wedding you were the Maid of Honor not best man, Lucky you! You were teamed up with Giovanni who was his best man. Who knows what happens after those kinds of events, your diary says you two hooked up and you got lucky!" I told paula. paula stunned at this turn of events finally fought back by saying "What! No, no, no! I don't like men; I am a man, Gabby! Besides how would you even know any of those kinds of things, I never wrote any diaries!" "Again, in this world you were ALL Girl and you wrote many diaries over your life time. Anywho, we will someday look back on all this and have a good laugh." I told her. Actually, all things considered I was surprised how paula took the news. She started getting all misty eyed and pouty knowing for now she is trapped. Somehow, I don't know if it was shock or not but she did not explode with anymore yelling and vulgarity. paula just said quietly, "This was supposed to be only a few days, I was going to be fitted for some fake boobs maybe a hairdo or something. Now I am completely physically changed, humiliated as that salon "Reimagined" me even insisting I wear a lacy garter belt and hose like our great grandmothers did as if I was a woman! Really? Then I learn of that fire, and now I am stuck disguised as a woman for up to 2 years maybe more. Maybe more, now way I can't do this I won't do this! Now today I learn my whole life has been reimagined. No business, no real higher education, I have nothing. I am now an undereducated, unemployed and going to the beach in a bikini with my fianc?e who I now work for? How much more? I mean how much more am I supposed to be able to take, Gabby? "I didn't see all this coming, a lowly woman mmmfff". "Obviously paula hated all the changes, but she signed up for it when he didn't read the contract," mused Gabby. Not showing any concern about paula's immediate problems of a whole life background change, Mrs. Mangione yelled, "YOU HAVE PICTURES AND VIDEO OF PAULA IN A FIRST COMMUNINE DRESS! FIRST PAIR OF HEELS! SCHOOL UNIFORMS, CHEER DRESSES, PROM DRESSES, BRIDMAIDS DRESSES!!! OH MY!!!! VIDEOS! PICTURES, DIARIES, THOSE I HAVE TO HAVE! I DON'T CARE WHAT ROCO SAYS, THOSE ARE PRICELESS!!!" Valentina Mangione paula's mom squealed with delight. "Of course, you can have a copy of the file. Luckily it was kept on the cloud, the server is not on sight of the New Ewes property so it was not destroyed in the fire. So yes, baptism, first communion, confirmation dresses, prom and bridesmaid dresses and much, much more, Mom. Gabby said to her beaming future mother-in-law. "Well needless to say we crossed the border without incident and made our way to Crystal Beach, Onterio but it was a quiet car ride! Periodically paula would mumble something about what if NU Ewes can't re-open how she would be stuck living as a woman for the rest of her life. How is she going to tell her parents, her brothers and friends even if this situation is only for a couple of years? That her business was stolen away from her by NU Ewes and she can't run the business any longer. Now she has to go undercover and will be her arch enemies Girl Friday or receptionist eye candy. She said something about the big meeting to sign her newest client soon. A couple of times she blurted out if my lawyers don't get this whole thing reversed, she will get her own lawyers. A couple others times she said something about her breasts getting wet sometimes and that bothers her. Then she blurted out about getting a monthly period, because if she did that would surlily push over the edge. And of course, all the utterances that she is really a man still, just in the wrong body now.... blah blah blah blah You know mom I felt badly for her really. But all of this is completely her own fault. It was her failure of not reading the terms and conditions for what she signed up for. She is right, if for any reason NU Ewes and Rams can't open, paula will have to live the rest of her life as a woman as if that is a horrible thing for a person to do! We have done it all our lives and love being women. End of Chapter 8 >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Chapter 9 Beach Girl Bingo Gone Wild "Anywho when we drove into to Ridgeway where Crystle Beach is located and paula was still in the midst of one of her 30 babbles, I was thinking about all the lovely stories your mom, when she was alive, God bless her soul, told us at the dinner table about how Crystal Beach used to be. It was once the home to a wonderful summer amusement park named after the town. Remembering the anticipation of the park while driving there. The smells of food as she entered in. Of eating french fries with vinegar and drinking Loganberry drink with her family. The rides, the beach and when they were ready to leave for home, stopping at the exit gate, buying a homemade sucker sold there. How her mother used to ferry over from Buffalo to go there for the rides and the dance hall where she met her future paula's great grandfather who was so shy she tricked him into a dance with her and as she said so full of life the begging of a wedding story started there! Unfortunately, by the time we arrived there the public parking lot was full, I thought that was strange for a Friday late morning. We had to park down one of the streets, I think it was Victoria Road, back in the village a couple of miles away and paula was full of excuses not to stay. paula started off by saying "Gabby I am not comfortable walking 12 blocks to get to the beach. This suit is too tight in both places and this coverup doesn't really cover anything. The shoes I am wearing aren't made for walking distance. Besides it looks a bit cloudy anyway we probably won't tan much. We could just go back home and sit in our back yard and relax." "Honey, I told you I wanted to go to the beach. Your grandma loved it here, so did your mom. Your suit has to be somewhat tight. You have a couple of reasons on top you don't want it to be loose fitting and the bottoms need to cover your bumper and your front tightly too otherwise your personal area will show. Once we sit on the sand you feel its warmth enjoy it. Now let's do a quick check list of things we need. We have our beach towels, sun blocker, music streamer. We are all ready, so what if it will take us 20 minutes walking it's a nice day. Besides you are getting your exercise steps in for the day, right?" I said to my nervous feminized fianc?e. We couldn't have taken five steps down the sidewalk before paula started complaining again, although in a quiet voice. "Fine! But I don't have to like it. And did I even mention how much I hate this belly button ring; it is too much of an eye catcher for guys! Did you see those guys back across the street as we got out of the car? They were giving us a good looking over. Its creepy!" paula whined as she looked back to see if they were still staring. "Well, I am thinking about getting a belly button ring and you are acting as if you and your Sicilian Boys Club friends haven't stared at pretty girls before. They just saw your girl's stuffed in your suit top bouncing a bit and your back side wiggle at them, that's all! Try and enjoy the attention. Boys will be boys you know, after all you are "ALL MAN" inside, right so it shouldn't bother you? You know how it is." I teased a very annoyed paula. "I am not bouncing, wiggling or any other form of female posturing trying to get boys to look at me. I am just WALKING!" said an exasperated paula. I just teasing answered her, "Sure, OK". When we got to the gate there was a longer line than I expected. At the entrance gate I could see a big round yellow sign with a smiley face painted on its background with big red hands, it was an old-fashioned clock with its hand painted number 1-12 around its outside like a clock. Below it was a sign that read, only a 10 Minute Wait Until You Are Here! Above that an archway was a sign reading "ENTRANCE TO THE #1 RANKED BEACH IN CANADA!" Anticipating paula getting anxious standing in line, I gave her a couple of extra strength gummies that would help relieve anxiety. It worked well and soon we were renting two beach chairs and finding a spot to sit and lay out for the day. I noticed a large number of people must have had the same idea. The beach was really busy and there were a lot of younger women and men there already. We found an open spot and paula decided to lay face down on her towel to start to sunbathe. She even allowed me apply sunscreen and to untie her top so as not to have tan lines on her back. I sat back down in my chair drinking water and people watch. About 30 minutes later I had to use the lady's room and asked if paula wanted to do the same. Not surprisingly she said no. I told her I will have to tie her bathing suit top so if she gets up, she won't be giving a free show to everyone! I did so, and paula decided to get up to sit in her chair to sit and I made my way to the casino where the lavatories were. You could imagine my panic when as I returned and was about 50 feet from paula as I saw her standing up, one hand on her hip, while she was talking to what I could only describe as a very tall, very muscular man. As I got closer, I noticed he had unbelievable washboard abs, and a physic like a Greek god! His obviously long hair tied up in a man bun. I ran back so I could to save paula from this possible wolf! As I ran up to this beast I said to Mr. Muscle," Hello, I am Gabriella, paula's my fian eh, ... friend, and who might you be?" "WOW! That's funny" was all he said. I blurted out venomously saying, "What's funny? A woman standing up for her friend? Just because you are a big man doesn't mean you can bully us just because we are smaller women and um... uh...um... paula and I have been friends for ah, um..." my voice trailed off as I noticed his piercing blue eyes. I felt a flush in my cheeks and elsewhere as I dropped my gaze from his eyes and fixated at his washboard abs. Turning to look at my feminized fianc? in her yellow bikini, I hate to admit it but I didn't have the same yearning looking at her. Realizing my thoughts, I looked straight back at this intruder, again I was melting inside from his gaze I staired at his abs again. I am sorry to admit this but I secretly I thought to myself, NOW THIS GUY WAS ALL MAN, YUMMY!" I am ashamed to say that to you mom." "Gabby you are a normal woman, with normal desires its ok. I understand honey. Right now, paula isn't equipped to meet your needs. Maybe to go shopping with but sexually no.," said a sympathetic Mrs. Mangione. "Thanks for understanding mom," Gabby said sighing, then continuing said, "Then the Beast said to me, "What's funny? Our names! Mine is Gabriel, we have the same name kind of! But you can call me Gabe, everyone else does." Trying to gain my composure all I came back with was, "Yea that is funny," letting out a giggle like an school girl. I have no idea why I did that." Gabby said before letting out an even bigger sigh. Then continuing, "Anywho, trying to sound normal, I cleared my voice and I said, So now that you met me and uh... um.. uh, paula uh, yea paula, Gabriel, AKA Gabe, what can we do for you?" "Oh Yea, my buddies and a couple of our female friends are in a beach volleyball tournament up past that dune over there. But one of the chicks started feeling sick and hour and a half ago and left. It's a coed game and we need one more girl player in order to play in the Championship in about a half hour. I called a girl I know and she is coming but not for a bit. I was combing the beach looking for a girl to help us out for the meantime, paula caught my eye because she was sitting here all alone. So, I walked over to ask her if she played Volleyball? She said she had some experience in High School telling me she was on the Varsity team and that's when you walked up.," Gabe started saying. I said loudly twisting his words, "AND YOU THOUGHT YOU COULD JUST COME OVER HERE AND PICK HER UP WITH THAT FLIMSY STORY, EH, GABE! LIKE SHE IS JUST A FRESH PIECE OF MEAT FOR YOU AND YOUR LITTLE PACK OF WOLVES TO DEVOUR!" "Uh? Well yes, I mean no, I mean... Well, all I meant was we need one more girl in order to play, like I said. See it's a big tourney for my family and friends. I didn't mean any disrespect. I head back to school next week and I just wanted to win this thing. It's kind of personal that's all. If we don't have enough girls, then we forfeit. So far, all the other women I have asked here have said no. When I saw paula sitting here alone, I figured why not ask her too, maybe she was here by herself and is lonely. I introduced myself like a gentleman and asked if she ever played volleyball. She voluntarily said yes, she played in high school I thought she might be interested. That's all. Sorry to bother you two girls, I will just leave." a sheepish Gabe said. "Yea, Big Championship game uh? yea... nice try... oh before you leave why not tell us why this "Big Championship" is such a personal thing to you, Gabe?" I asked him just to make him squirm. 'Well, its personal and I know it's just volleyball is just a game but it is much more really, it is for a charity. We call it the "Underhold Big Beach Challenge" named after my oldest brother who was killed in a plane accident. He was a young emergency room pediatric doctor, who volunteered to give medical treatment to poor children in some village in the Congo. Those folks have very little my brother would say and he wanted to help them. My family organized this tournament to help raise money to donate in his name to the charity that still helps with those things," Gabe explained. With a quivering voice I finished Gabe's explanation, "His name was Dr. Michael Underhold, he died in the jungles in the Congo, four years ago." "Yes! that is right! How did you know that, Gabby?" Gabe asked. "I work with that charity sometimes. I helped pack supplies for that plane before it left Toronto for the Congo four years ago. I actually had planned on going on that trip but caught a virus and wasn't allowed to travel. Then it all ended so tragically." I barely was able to get out that last sentence. I was all misty eyed and felt like crying. I was in a daze reliving that terrible event. Michael, and I dated a half dozen or so times. I thought that relationship was maybe the one. Michael wanted to dedicate his life his life in service to the poor and needy. He never knew I was the one funding the foundation. I knew I would be satisfied in life doing something like he wanted to do, service to the poorest of the poor. I said in a soft voice. "paula why don't you help Gabe out? After all you did play on your girls' team in High School, right?" I said encouraging paula to help out as I turned so no one would see my tears. "GREAT!" Gabe said with a big smile as he reached out grabbing paula's hand... "What? Well, it's just...I was really just another girl there, I really didn't play much, I mean... Well Gabby why don't you come too? ... Gabby?" paula stuttered and tried to talk herself out of helping. But I was thinking about Michael right then. I faintly remembering hearing paula saying, "Uh? What... now? Um... well.... thanks for the invite, I would like to help but... but... but... hey!... easy on my hand...NO Wa... Hel...please but you see... hey Gabby!" by the time I looked in their direction, Gabe had paul in tow leading her away to the volley ballgame very quickly. paula had her head turned my way and all I could do is wave her wave as she moved along with Gabe. I know I should have stopped them and helped paula. In my heartbroken state I rationalized It's only a game. But paula liked sports. She is always watching them for no reason, now she has a reason. She will be alright... besides this was for Michael I thought. Michael was not as tall as Gabe, taller than paul though. Same long blond colored hair, same piercing blue eyes, same washboard abs. Meeting Gabrial was like meeting Michael all over again. We met at a fundraiser for the Children's Hospital of Buffalo. When I told him I did volunteer work for a charity that provides medical and other life sustaining needs the children in poor African countries he wanted to know if he could help out. I gave him the directors name and he did the rest. I informed the director not to use my name at all. Michael volunteered when he could have lived a good life as a practicing doctor at Children's Hospital. "Honey, thank you trusting me enough to share. I had boyfriends before Mr. Mangione. I understand you thinking about that one in particular, especially due to the circumstances. Michael sounds like he was a special human being. No worries from me." said Mrs. Mangione, a little misty eyed herself. Continuing Valentina added, "So paula went hand in hand with this young Adonis? paula could have just held her ground? I mean I could have only imagined what she looked like in that bikini bouncing around. That suit was definitely not made for athletics. Do you think she was just flirting with that boy at first, kind of seeing what is like to play on a guy's emotions? I bet they made a good-looking couple, didn't they? Well In any case poor paula was probably ready to pee her panties when she was brought to the game holding that boy's hand and seeing all those other muscular athletic men there too!" "Probably!" Gabby laughed along with her Mrs. Mangione. "Well, I can tell more, but when she gets up again your lips must be sealed!" All Mrs. Mangione said was "Dish it, Sweety!" Then she took her right hand and moved it across her lips indicating her lips were zipped! "Well after the boys left for the game, I sat thinking of Michael. I was thinking about how we discussed our families. He was one of five children. Three older sisters, himself then Gabe. Gabe was a later in life baby for Michael's mom. Michael was a very good athlete in High School even had a couple of college scholarship offers to play football at the Division 1 level. Only he was all about becoming a doctor in order to help people. Michael couldn't make the commitment to his studies if he had to practice and play so much. I had forgotten he told me about Gabe being heavily recruited for college by like 100 teams or something. How Gabe goes to some college in Alabama or Georgia or something. How Gabe was an All American as a Freshman. Looking at the muscles he has now, I would say he must be like All World by now! I was getting worried about paula. She never was a good athlete as you know. I was afraid she might get squished by Gabe or the men on her team. I waited for 2 1/2 hours and there was no sign of her so I got up and headed for the other side of the sand dune to rescue her. I took no more than three steps before I saw Gabe walking toward me while holding paula in his two arms "bride style! I thought OMG what happened. paula would never let a man hold her in such a feminine position if something major didn't happen" When the "couple" arrived, Gabe said "Sorry Gabby, I think paula sprained her ankle. She couldn't place her weight on it so I just picked her up and carried back here!" He had this big goofy smile on his face. paula looked like she was going to melt with embarrassment. I looked at paula with a WTF look on my face. paula said, "I told him I could manage but he insisted!" I said to paula, "I knew you would hurt yourself playing paula, you are always so competitive but sports have never been your thing." I was traying to be consoling while not laughing at her predicament. Gabe you can put her down now. I will go get the car and see if there is a wheel chair or something to get paula to the car when I get back.," I told him As I was saying that, Gabe interrupted, "Oh she didn't hurt it playing. It happened after the match because of Jeremy. How far is your car, Gabby? I can carry her the rest of the way there for you." Gabe volunteered. That was when paula shouted out, "WHAT, NO WAY!" was all that paula got out of her mouth, before I said "It's about a mile, mile and a half on Victoria Street Gabe, a 20 -25-minute walk. Gabe with that same infectious smile and sense of duty Michael had said, "Don't worry paula, you don't weigh as much as the lineman I face back on my college football team every practice and game. I will do it. Afterall it's really my fault you got hurt." Gabe told us. I added, "I am sure it was not your fault Gabe. paula you are just being stubborn. Besides what real woman wouldn't want to carried off by a good-looking young man like Gabe. I not trying to be mean, but if you have to go to an emergency room it would be faster if we got you to the car faster. "UM... well, um... it's kinda true Gabe, you can carry me, if you really want to do it with me, I guess it is ok... ...." paula stammered. I gave her a funny look hearing her saying it's kinda true and if you really want to do it with me! paula must have read my mind realizing what she just said. Freudian slip? Was all this girl stuff getting to her I thought? Perhaps being held by a guy with so much muscle felt good to her soft skin because she blurted out something so defensive, I almost laughed at her. paula said defensively, "I um meant, I meant to say if Gabe wants to carry me it would be faster getting to the car. Not that all women like being carried and the whole do it with me meant like just about getting to the car fast too by carrying me... and like... it doesn't have anything about Gabe being a good-looking young man or not Gabby." Gabe seemed to be oblivious to paula and my little cat fight. He just started moving ahead with his goofy look and then saying, "Well, that's settled. Gabby if you want to gather your things, I will meet you at the get and then on to your car. When I come back, I will bring back the chairs to the rental stand." Mom I answered Gabe by saying "YES SIR! It actually felt nice to be given orders from such a manly man. I know it's so shallow, but he is so cute! Sadly, I was jealous it was paula being carried not me. I mean really he has a big smile, blue eyes and washboard abs!! I complimented him saying "It's so nice to see a man take charge Gabe! I bet your girlfriend appreciates that." Gabe answered "Oh I don't have a girl right now, but thanks for the compliment" "Well, it looks like you have one now! Right paula!" I said with a laugh. I couldn't help but laugh as I said it. I knew paula was going to be mad at me but it was funny and she looked so flaccid being held by that Adonnis!" Gabby said to her future mother-in-law. "Yes, it was funny actually," giggled Mrs. Mangione. "Anywho as we passed the entrance gate on our way back to the car, I asked Gabe did his team win the big game or was it a match and if paula played well filling in for the missing girl on his team? Gabe told me paula played very little actually. paula started the first game of the match but the girl who was going to be late showed up much earlier than expected and she is like an All American Volley Ball player at Florida University," Gabe explained. Gabe let out a laugh saying "paula tried her best but well, honestly she wasn't very good, no offense paula. We had to make a substitute as soon as we could. Unfortunately, paula didn't get into anymore of the games. But she was busy anyway. Oh and we won 3 out of 4 matches to win the Championship!" "Oh really," I said. "Well, paula you must have been busy watching all those hunks playing in the match up close" I said with a smirk but as I looked toward paula I noticed she had her eyes closed and she didn't answer. I figured she was dying of embarrassment being carried like she was. Gabe jumped in to explain, "Well at first paula sat on the bench between a couple of the guys not playing too and did cheer us on. My dad said she downed a couple of beers really fast and seemed to be enjoying the match more and more and talking and laughing with the two dudes. That's when another idea popped into his mind. He had this crazy idea of how to raise even more money during the match. His grandfather once told him about some of the history of Crystal Beach Amusement Park and the dance hall that was across the street from the park. Seems way back almost a hundred years ago they had a ferry that brought people from Buffalo to here. That boat was busy especially on Friday and Saturday nights. When you entered the park, they had a kissing booth. For something like 10 cents you could kiss a pretty girl and the money was donated to a charity. We had some good-sized pieces of cardboard laying around that weren?t used in making the homemade signs announcing our matches and charity fundraiser. So, my dad and one of his friends made up a faux "kissing booth" to raise money. Really it was only a big sign taped onto a couple of pieces of wood taped onto a picnic table that was at the entrance of the Volleyball Court. My mom volunteered and then my oldest sister to be the kissers. My dad said they weren?t very busy but they tried their best to attract passers bye for a kiss. But let?s face it, they are old! Then my dad had the idea of asking, bada bing, you guessed it, paula! He told me she was like all well, not really... you know...I am really too shy, NO WAY! wait um...well... next thing you know my dad was escorting her hand in hand to the table and she became the Pretty Kissing Girl! I don?t think my mom and sister liked getting replaced but really, all they had to do was take a look at her!" I couldn?t help letting out a shriek and say, "paula! You became the Pretty Kissing Girl! Wasn?t that sweet of you. Did you have fun? I bet you made many a man happy getting a kiss from a pretty girl like you!" paula kept her eyes closed. Her only response was to let out a groan and I noticed she was blushing quite a bit. Gabe continued "Word of mouth started a buzz that there was a young pretty girl in a yellow micro bikini giving the kisses. Then a lot beach guys started showing up with money for the smooch on the cheek! Some guys got back into line to get a second and third even a fourth smooch my dad said. It started at $20.00 bucks a kiss. The line got to be like 50 or more guys so my dad told them it was for the charity and raised it to $50.00 bucks. For $100.00 paula would pose with them planting kiss on their cheek while she squeezed their arm muscles as she did it! My dad said it used to be called a cheesecake shot. paula helped raise something like $6,500.00 dollars. No one was going to pay that to kiss my mom or sister that?s for sure." Gabe exclaimed! I looked at paula her eyes popped wide open, her face red with embarrassment as Gabe told me more and more about the kissing booth! paula seemed like she was going to say something but only let out a slight groan of shame. paula was probably was going to refute Gabe?s claim but instead shut her eyes once again. paula must have been quite embarrassed with me finding out she spent the afternoon kissing men! I couldn?t wait to tease about it later on. I just smiled and laughed and added, "Wow what would she have done for $500 bucks!". Gabe laughed like a little boy, paula just keep her eyes close and she let out even another slight groan. But really what did she want me to say tell Gabe? Oh, I wish your dad wouldn?t have used my feminized boyfriend as bait for male attention to get donations! As we got closer to Victoria Street where our car was parked, I asked Gabe, so how did paula hurt her ankle if she didn?t do it playing in the match? Gabe told me as the last set of the match was about to start the "kissing booth" paula was manning or is it womaning as he said, was shut down by the beach police. My dad said paula started to cry because she thought she had broken a law about something and the cops were going to arrest her! They shut it down, not because of the kissing, but we didn?t have a permit to do fund raising in that manner. My dad walked paula back to the match and told her she could hang out in "the pit". It was the place all the hot girls, I mean the girlfriends of the players were cheering us on from. The girls had their cheering section roped off closer to the court so no one would bother them. I looked over there and was surprised to see paula, but she seemed to fit right in jumping up and down, doing little dances with the other girls and cheering for us as we accumulated points." Gabe told me. Gabe continued "My dad told me during the first water break after the first match paula had been drinking a little heavy between all the kisses, photos and general conversations with the donors, so he thought she would be safer in the pit than falling prey to some random guy as she seemed a bit tipsy. But I noticed that didn?t stop her from drinking more and I don?t mean waster. During the second water break I noticed she walked over with a beer in her hand and struck up a conversation with my friend Jeremy and they seemed to hit it off. She even gave him a quick kiss I think meant for his cheek but landed on his lips and squeezed his arm like she did earlier to the donors. Jeremy returned the favor by giving her a love pat on the behind!" Well mom, "Once again, paula?s eyes popped open again. I thought for sure, she would counter that claim, but instead just groaned again and shut her eyes once more. I knew then she must have been very humiliated by now with me imagining what I must have been thinking of her "bouncing around and cheering on the men, then kissing one them in the open and receiving a bumper pumper too, Mom." Gabe finished telling me the road to victory story by saying "Well, when the last point was won by Team Underhold, the Championship was ours and at that point all the girls from the pit came running toward their respective boyfriends giving them kisses and hugs to congratulate them. My friend Jeremy who is even taller than me saw paula just standing at the pit still, so he kind of ran over to her thinking he would give her a hug and maybe steal a real kiss I guess. He reached out for paula and picked her up. Evidently paula was startled and let out a" NO PUT ME DOWN, NO WAY....NO!!!" Unfortunately for paula, on her way up, she twisted out of Jeremy?s grasp but she was already up well above the ground and ended up being propelled upward even higher, probably to 7 may 8 feet above the ground. paula let out a loud HELP ME! Then started coming down crashing onto the hot sand feet first. She started crying saying her ankle hurt, a lot, she thought it was broken. Nothing hurts a man?s heart more than seeing a woman crying in pain." Gabe said. I wanted to start laughing at his last statement, but really paula looks just like a hot woman, so nothing seemed out of sorts to the men who were there. That is when my dad told me to help her now! So, I picked up and thought bringing her back to you was the best thing for her. She fought me a little before settling down as I carried her off toward you. Now here I am walking an extra few extra mile carrying her. Sorry again paula, Jeremy can be a lunk head. paula opened her eyes and looked up at Gabe. I think she was pretty defeated by this time. With her arms and hands now firmly clasped around Gabe?s neck. She just closed her eyes, groaned one last time, accepting defeat I figured. I was thinking what a baby at first but then I thought I hope she didn?t break her ankle after all. I knew paula must have been very embarrassed as I found out she didn?t get to play, let herself be used as a kissing girl to raise money, spent time as a cheerleader in the pit, kissed some other big player and now was being walked back to the car by some Adonis like she was his bride. That is a lot for her to accept, but right then she had no choice but to submit to the situation and play the damsel in distress. When we got to our car, I unlocked the doors and opened the passenger side for Gabe to place paula into the front seat. Then I had a thought and asked him before he did help paula in the car, could I get a couple pictures of him and her because they made a cute couple. paula opened her eyes and said her usual "NO WAY" but Gabe overrode her protest saying it would fun to get a goofy one too! Surprisingly paula quit protesting and backed down. I took the first one photo without incident. My second picture was supposed to be the goofy face one of the two of them but paula started putting up struggle again as she probably had enough and wanted to get out of Gabe?s grasp. I yelled at her and said come on paula give us a goofy face! Gabe said "I have something better!" and he proceeded to lower his head to give paula a kiss on the cheek as paula had done to many men that afternoon. paula must have seen it coming thinking he was targeting her lips and quickly tried to turn her head the other way to end Gabes quest. Gabe having paula in a vulnerable position simply raised her up higher and she rolled toward him. He easily landed his lips on hers and held the back of her head as he kissed her for probably 30 seconds. paula came up for air once but Gabe latched on again and paula seemed to go limp, her eyes closed as she seemingly accepted her fate. I heard her whimper a little and let out one final groan of defeat. That kiss lasted about 3 minutes I bet! I figured Gabe got is some tongue action too! Mrs. Mangione looked at Gabby with an astonished look and said, "OH MY, OH MY!! I WISH IT WAS ME THAT BIG HUNK OF MUSCLE MAN WAS KISSING!!" Not even showing concern for her youngest son who was kissing men all day then topped it off with a couple of rather long kisses from a football star. Gabby continued as she girlishly said "Well mom, truthfully if I wasn?t paula?s fianc? I must say I wish it was me too! Anywho, Gabe eventually pulled away and with a big goofy smile on his face gently placed paula in the front seat and shut the door of our car. After hearing of all of paula?s unexpected experiences walking back to the car, I had a 5-minute conversation with Gabe about the event that day. He told me the whole event raised over $250,000 dollars. They had been fund raising for almost for six months. I was blown away and made a matching donation anonymously. I asked if Gabe could check with his dad and friends or their girlfriends if anyone had any photos or videos of paula that day. I told him I would love to put them into a gift I am making for paula who is getting married in a couple of weeks. I told Gabe I didn?t know if her future husband would love the pictures or video but us girls certainly will be when I am showing the events of the day at her bachelorette party. It would be great teasing her about! Gabe assured me there would be plenty because the event was streamed and recorded. His father had a video photographer and a roaming photographer hired for the day. They are hoping to sell the memories of the day in order to raise even more money to donate in his brother?s name. I gave Gabe my cell number, a kiss on the cheek and entered into the driver seat, buckled up, started the car to make our way back toward Buffalo. End of Chapter 9 >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Chapter 10 In vino veritas In wine, there is truth paula was silent as we headed for the Queen Elisabeth Way Highway to cross the Peace Bridge. I was listening to our radio and thinking of paula?s shocking girly day. Most of it was my fault really. But I thought it must have been destiny for us to go to Crystle Beach that day really. Running into Michael?s brother the day their family were hosting a fund raiser in Michael?s name. Then paula being unexpectedly led away by Michael?s brother Gabe, hand in hand no less. Being commandeered for a fundraising "Kissing Booth" kissing all sorts of other guys really? She didn?t just say "NO WAY". I just couldn?t believe she would do that. Of course, Gabe?s dad said she was drinking some before and after, but really? I really wish I could have seen her being led into a pit area with other bikini clad women, trying to fit in by cheering on a mostly male volleyball team. Then chatting up the only male who didn?t have a girlfriend there, kissing him on the lips, getting a love tap on her behind, and still cheering for him, saying it was because he feared a tall lesbian? What was paula thinking!! I know what that guy was thinking that?s for sure!" Gabby laughed. "Well Gabby from what I saw of her earlier today, no one, absolutely no one would think that beautiful thing was anything but ALL WOMAN! Nothing against you Gabby, I love you, you know that. But after seeing paula this morning and hearing these stories, I wish I could make her stay female. I know it?s wrong but what a waste of femininity allowing her to change back to a man would be. Besides I always wanted a daughter!" Mrs. Mangione confessed. "Well, I ...um... Gabby trying to find the right thing to say not knowing how to answer her future mother-in-law who just revealed she wants her youngest son to stay female? Was she just so drunk and getting caught up in paula?s transition or a real desire? Gabby finally said "Well, maybe in our next lives, you will be a mom again and paula will be your little girl, I will be a guy and marry paula! Now that would be fun for you right! Now if may get back to the real-life story I wanted to share with you." "Yes, of course, I am sorry dear, I was just thinking out loud," said a contrite Valentina Mangione knowing she was out of line that time saying she wished paula would stay female. Gabby continued her story, while still thinking it was odd what her mother-in-law said, "Finally I had had enough of the silent treatment saying to paula, "So, you had a tough day at the beach didn?t you, paula!". Still nothing. I ratcheted it up. "You know something? I think Gabe has the hots for you. That last kiss! It lasted like a few minutes! Any tongue? Wow I am jealous!!? That struck a nerve and paula started talking in a direct but quiet fashion, "Ok Gabby, I have had enough of all of this girly shit. First you beg me to "Try the is he tough enough to wear a wedding gown thing. Then, its oh no! You signed up for procedure #3 paul by mistake. No littler paul, but you have tits, and a honey pot. After all It?s only for a short time. Then its oh no, oh no! There has been a fire paul, you have to stay this way for maybe 2 years at least paul! Then you touch me in that way, in our bed, and it feels good but you won?t finish me until I promise to go to Crystle Fucking Beach today. Stupidly I said yes. Then it?s, let?s go get our nails done, paula, then we will go to the beach and tan! Then on the way here I find out those bastards at NU Ewes that did this to me, also changed my whole identity and for now I am legally female! Everything, from my birth certificate to all my schooling, now I can?t run my own company so you buy it from me and now I am a secretary to my college arch enemy. We get to Crystle Beach, you leave me alone and while you tinkle, some All-American football jock player shows up and oh look, he is the brother of a deceased sort of boyfriend of yours. I could tell by the way you were acting; you loved that guy! Before I know it, goofy Gabe grabs my hand and takes away to play fucking volley ball with your blessings!! I was too afraid to say no! Then surprise, surprise, I stink even as a girl and get benched but the kid?s old man highjacks me to be the center of attention at a makeshift Kissing Booth! I am pretty much forced to kiss and touch other dudes so I do it so no one figures out I am a guy too! At least that jerk?s dad didn?t tell him the whole truth, you see there was a guy who pinched my rear end, then got his hand on my bikini panty and tried to pull it down! He got bounced but a couple of his buddies tried the pinching game again and I slapped one of them like a chick! The worst was one guy, who was obviously drunk, while posing with me put his arm around me pulled me in tight and managed to pull the damned string to my top and with one little tug it falling off! Now every guy there got a good look at my bare tits and nips! The guy gets tackled right there, but there is a fight, I had to run out of the way with no top on until he gets dragged out. In the mean time I am trying to cover my tits, but the other guys in the line start cheering for me to take off my bikini bottom and give them all a good look at the whole package. I finally get back to my top and fortunately Gabe?s mom was still there and she runs over picks up my top and helps me to put it back on and tied up the back. But all those men in line were whooping it up and they saw all of me, well the upstairs part just hanging free and proud! Then the cops came answering a call about a fight and a nude woman on the beach! They interview me, I start crying like a chick, I think they are going to arrest me. Between my tears and begging and saying it wasn?t my fault, I think they changed their minds. This young cop told me they are not going to arrest me.... this time! They did shut us down because we didn?t have permits to fund raise doing a kissing booth. So Gabes old man, puts his arm around me, pulls me in close to him says paula I will protect you and leads me to the "Pit" and tells me to stand here and cheer the team on with the other girls! He said other girls! I am not another girl Gabby; I am a man! But there I was just another hottie in a bikini. I was so humiliated. All afternoon I am being forced into getting male attention, just because I have big boobs! Me, attracting male attention Gabby, I am a man and I love women not men! I tried to act tough standing in the pit. However, that backfired on me. One of the pit girls is a butch lesbo ex college volley ball player who was about 6?2? comes up to me and tells me she likes my bikini and would like to see me out of it at her place! I didn?t know what to say. So stupidly I tell he thanks but I am into guys. I don?t know why I said that, she just scared me, I guess. Then she watches me for a while so I start to cheer the guys on and doing cheer dances with the girls there. I walk over to Jeremy because I heard her didn?t have a girlfriend and I could hide out from the butch girl, but at least the beer was free and I needed it. During a break I did walk over to Jeremy chat him up and yes, I did kiss him so what! I wanted to look like I was into guys to get that dyke to leave me alone. Besides I kissed about 200 other men earlier, what?s one more? Then the game ends, Jeremy thinking I like him now, comes running to get another kiss and hug and grabs me. I am tossed up like a rag doll, fall to earth. Yes, it hurt a lot, yes, I cried a lot but it hurt and still does. Next thing I know Gabe picks me up and walks me to you and then to our car. Now you are going to hear what a creep that over stuffed bag of muscles is really all about. Just as we were leaving the beach, that is when I felt it. That hyper drive football player. You thought he was so cute, such a good boy. Well, well...... Gabby interrupts paula?s tail and says, "And that is when the water works started again mom. I know she was going to have mood swings but this is too much. I say rather meanly paula, Ok Gabe?s dad pushed it a bit more than he should have at the kissing booth. Ok you got embarrassed showing off the girls. So, you were forced into a situation having to act like a girly girl at when you watched the match from the pit. But come on, act like and adult. That was your choice. I am sorry you somehow didn?t have enough common sense to say no to Gabe in the first place after he politely asked you to play volleyball. You told him you played after all on your high school GIRLS TEAM! But this event today raised a good deal of money for sick children in need. It was time well spent on a good cause. All them men thinking you are a female? Really? You are the one wearing a yellow micro bikini, do we really have to go over this again. And yes, Gabe acted like a jerk in the end giving you a couple of long kisses. But he is just a young man and they like women. You, well you look like a hot woman. Are you mad because he gave you some lounge too? That?s how guys act, paula!" and with that last mean statement paula just crumbled even more. She started hyperventilating saying some I couldn?t make out at first. Eventually she gained some composure and said to me. "Gabby, he... omg... he... Yes he gave me his tongue but he...he... was touching me all the way back to the car. That is why I am so upset!" paula said very quietly. "It started as we left the beach and he did it all the way to the car, then he made out with me! "Touched what do you mean? Where? How? paula tell me!" I asked in a calm but very concerned voice. paula explained "It started when we got to the gate to leave the beach. He... he... omg....As we headed for the gate I was feeling so helpless. My ankle hurting, I was being held like a chick. You agreeing to it. I had no more will to fight at all. I just closed my eyes knowing at least it would end soon. But as we got to the gate, that is when I felt that creep?s hand slide down my ass a bit and then it happened.... I ...I... I felt his finger pushing up between my... my legs... he began rubbing me up there, firmly, slowly, methodically. My eyes popped open, I looked straight at you but weren?t looking my way. I shut my eyes trying to think of sports, movies anything but another guy was trying to turn me on and I didn?t know what to do! I wanted to scream for him to stop but I didn?t. You seemed so enamored by that guy?s conversation, you didn?t once ask me how I was feeling by the way! Then he was telling you how I sucked at volleyball, how I was kissing guys, then acting like a cheerleader in the pit. All the while he was rubbing me and I felt that feeling that I felt last night with you, growing and I know I was getting very wet down there! I didn?t want too but I did. That is when the bastard he... well he.... then he... he...he... moved the bottom leg part of my suit slightly to the side and...touched and started to rub my skin down there. Like you did it and I let out a little moan in hopes you would catch on. I could feel his finger, his giant middle finger starting to run up and down my well you know my lips down there. I was kind of drunk last night and I didn?t really think of how you got your finger in me. But I was fully aware then. This guy has a target and my inner parts were it. I mean I am used to doing that to you, but to me, NO WAY! I let out another moan trying to catch your attention but you were too busy kissing that jerks butt! I was ashamed that another guy was touching me intimately and believe me, I hated, well I hated the whole idea but yes I was getting turned on by a guy touching me! Moments later I felt his finger fully splitting me, splitting... my.. my.. pussy lips and his finger was in me! There I said my pussy lips! I can?t deny it any longer, to you, to me to anyone else who gets to look down there. I have a pussy and tits too just like every woman!! My body was reacting as if I was a fucking woman though I was afraid. But there was another dark side of me enjoying the feeling and I was getting very turned on. I was so confused! Gabe was touching me in spots that you didn?t reach or couldn?t reach and it was making me I wetter and wetter. I thought you would notice as my breathing was going faster and faster, I let out several more moans of pleasure to alert you but you seemed to be wrapped up in talking with Gabe. As we neared the car, his entire finger was probing deep inside of me, I could feel the palm of his hand tight up against my ass. He kept pushing rubbing and moving his finger in and out under there, a move I have used on you. But then found my clitoris, and it put me over the top, several times! Then that kiss... He tipped me and I rolled onto his lips. Who the fuck does that to a girl? I hated, how his whiskers were scratching my face, but eventually even that was turning me some! It seemed like forever before he pulled his finger out of me, stopped the kissing and put me in the car. You still spent a long time talking with him. I sat in that car confused. I should have stopped him but I didn?t. I thought how helpless I felt. Mybe I am really Gay!" paula said to me. Hearing her son?s confession to Gabby, Mrs. Mangione said, "Gabby maybe, maybe, well it was just a crazy circumstance that happened to her.... her hormones, we all have gone through that when we were young. You know she loves you... um....," Mrs. Mangione was at a loss of how to respond. Of course, and I love her too Valentina. So, I said to paula loudly, "NO! No! Don?t say that about yourself. Last night what we did was homosexual actually. Responding to him was a natural response for heterosexual woman and you said it yourself, disguised like this you are well... "Female like" anyway for now. That?s what we will call it, "Female like"! Now don?t blame yourself. I am so sorry you went through that. Let?s stop and call the police and report what Gabe did to you. We can call the police; I can have our lawyer have him expelled from school!" I said until she stopped me. NO NO NO...PLEASE I DON?T WANT OTHER PEOPLE TO FIND OUT. YOU ARE RIGHT, HE ONLY DID WHAT MEN HIS AGE DO.... I COULD HAVE STOPPED HIM BUT I DIDN?T. I don?t want to cause any trouble Gabby paula yelled at me. "paula, he assaulted you. It is he who would be in trouble not you feeling badly for him!" I said to her. "Gabby, I can?t tell the cops I feel violated, truthfully I didn?t want him to stop. I wanted him to keep it going. Here I was getting man handled in front of my female fianc?e and I was turned on! I was feeling naughty and I like it!. I was fantasizing about a man touching me in other ways too. That is way I said maybe all this is making me gay! By the time he split my lips and plunged that big fat finger of his in I wanted it! I loved the tingling, the flush of that area, how my tits felt hotter, how I was feeling warmer all over. I LOVED IT A LOT! I thought I was going to pass out from that feeling of being entered. I felt naught with you right there and me getting fingered and loving it. I was thinking my fianc?e doesn?t suspect a thing, this is wrong but the feeling I was having were so strong. At that point I wanted to let out a loud moan of pleasure but I didn?t dare. I had tried to let out some groaning sounds earlier to tip you off, but they didn?t. I kept my eyes close just indulging the pleasure, Gabby. Fuck I had like four orgasms on the way back to the car. I even, I can?t believe I am going to say this out loud, I was starting to fantasize about him, about Gabe. Did you notice his piercing blue eyes, I did. About how muscular her is, I did. About his washboard abs, for some reason I did. Forgive me Gabby but as he worked his finger into me, I started thinking about other parts of him... his dick. Just how big could that thing be? It was probably twice as big as mine. Well, if I still had one. What would touching it feel like, what would it feel like in me? I was having thoughts about having actual sex with him. What in the name of everything good is wrong with me? I know I am not into men, but at that moment I would do anything for him. I would have let him fuck me like a chick. What is wrong with me?" paula yelled out. At that moment the truth was finally out in the open. paula tried to cover it up, then she let a little leak out then the dam broke open when I let her know we could get law enforcement or my personal lawyer involved. Deep down she knew it would be wrong to punish Gabe when she allowed things to happen to her and she liked it. I remember having similar thoughts as a teenaged girl. Making out with my first boyfriend. Wondering about his penis, what was it was all about? I understood at that moment paula?s new hormones and body may have overcome her momentarily. No, I don?t think she is a gay, she was only reacting to her hormones and body right then. I reassured her of that fact many times on that drive home. Eventually we got over the bridge, got home, paula showered and went to bed. I thought tomorrow I am letting her rest all day. I thought a lot of what paula said to me that day. I had some errands to run and I had to figure out how I wasn?t going to lose my feminized fianc?e to a man. On Sunday I knew what I had to do, whether she liked it or not. End of Chapter 10