Date: Mon, 19 Jun 2000 06:12:53 EDT
From: lesli 99 <lesli99@hotmail.com>
Subject: Transgendered - Lesli Story

Lesli Part 12

I did manage to nod off for a short nap.  I don't know how long it lasted,
probably not very long, but the sudden change of altitude brought me awake.
Peering out the window, I realized we were descending over what appeared to
be sandy desert.  Finally I made out the shape of buildings and an airport
below us as we circled lower and lower toward the earth.

Dubai.  I had never even heard of it before, had no idea of what to expect
from it.  As we descended further I could see the warm blue waters of what
I would later know as the Persian Gulf.  Small boats bobbed in the water as
we passed low overhead and into the Dubai International Airport.  It was
breath taking, so different from anything I had ever seen before, and I
found myself excited and apprehensive at the same time.

We landed and quickly taxied to a general aviation hangar across the tarmac
from the main terminal.  An aviation tractor hooked on and towed us inside
the hangar.  Not knowing what to do, I remained seated as the pilot cut the
engines and opened the door.  The heat hit me like a brick wall, rushing in
from the open doorway.

"Stay" the flight attendant instructed as he walked past me and made his
way to the door.  Steps were extended and he and the pilots collected their
belongings and made their exit, leaving me alone and confused in the now
very warm cabin.

A head poked thru the open door, glanced at me, and disappeared again.
Then another, this time attached to a body which filled the doorway as he
came inside.  He was a small man, maybe 5'6", dressed in a olive green
uniform with a very official looking presence.  No smile, no greeting, all
business.

"Mr Lesli?" he questioned, reading from a sheet of paper he held.

"Uh.yes" I stammered, not sure how I should respond.  He was obviously
addressing me the name on my visa application.

"Your passport please" he instructed, and I dug in my handbag and fished it
out.  He took it, looked at it for the longest time, before putting it in a
brown envelope.  "Your bags will be inspected and delivered to you later.
This is customers for the Emirate.  Are you carrying weapons, drugs,
pornography?"

"Uh..no" I managed, still not knowing what this was about.

"You will be processed thru customs here on the plane.  You are a special
guest of the Emir" he said, which cleared up some of the mystery.  I was
obviously not going thru the normal routine of being checked thru customs
with the other tourists.

"Doctor" he turned and shouted from the door.  And with that he left, to be
replaced by another head in the doorway as the doctor came on board.  He
was a younger man, possibly in his thirties, dressed in a flowing white
robe with what appeared to be a scarf on his head.

"Mr Lesli, I am doctor Ibramin, personal physician to the Emir and his
family.  I am here to examine you for.uh.well, for confirmation of your.ah,
your genetic conformity."  He sounded official and nervous at the same
time.  My genetic conformity?  What did that mean?

"Please, Mr Lesli, can you please disrobe so I can examine you."  It wasn't
a request, it was an instruction.

"Uh.I...uh, I don't understand" I questioned.  I truly didn't understand.
What was he going to examine?

"I.well, I have to confirm that your genetic identity is in accordance with
your passport details.  That you.uh.that..uh, that you are male.
Genetically speaking, of course."

"Ahhh" the light went on.  He was there to examine me and confirm that,
appearances aside, I was genetically male.  That's what Mansour had tried
to explain.  I was the Ahmed's male concubine.  That was the rule the Emir
had laid down to them and the good doctor was here to make sure the rule
was obeyed.

"Well doctor" I replied with just the slightest tone of playfulness in my
voice "believe me, what you see before you is, at least in the medical
sense, a male specimen.  But don't worry, I fool a lot of people."

"Please..please disrobe so I can conduct the examination" he repeated, no
tone of playfulness in his voice.  He pulled the window shades down as he
spoke, shielding us from the outside view.

"Please" he repeated, his voice now firm, all traces of politeness gone.  I
began by removing my blouse, then untying me sneakers and slipping them
off.  I then unbuttoned my jeans and stood to pull them down.  I stood
there with my jeans around my knees, my prick still tucked between my legs.
I made no move to remove my panties, or untuck.

"Please, Mr Lesli, you must remove your clothes.  All of them."  Again, not
a question.

"Look, if you want to confirm that I'm..uh.male, then do it.  I don't need
to undress for that." I pushed back.

"Mr Lesli, please, I have my instructions.  Please remove your clothes.
All of them" his voice was firm now, he wasn't fooling around.

"Shit" I exclaimed, but I knew I really had no choice now.  He had his
instructions, and it was obvious that I wasn't going to be allowed off the
plane until he had conducted his examination of me.  I sat, pulling my
jeans over my feet and off.  I folded them and laid them in the seat
opposite where I sat.  My breasts sprang free of the loose confines of my
tee shirt as I pulled it over my head and added it to the pile.  His face
was a mask of stone as he starred at them.  No reaction that I could tell.
I sat back in the seat and crossed my legs, clad in only my panties now.

"All of them" he repeated firmly.

"OoooooKay" I sighed, uncrossing my legs and pulling my panties off.  I
left them crumbled on the floor at my feet as he went to the door and
motioned to someone outside.  Another head popped thru the opening followed
by the customs inspector who had greeted me before.  He was carrying
something that I recognized as a video camera.  He took up a position
behind the good doctor.

"Why doctor" I exclaimed, jokingly "are we going to make a film?"

"We are going to record the examination, the purpose of which will be
explained.  Please do as I say.  And please, please believe me, this is an
important part of your approval to enter the Emirate" he dead panned.  He
was serious, and the customs official wore the same serious expression.
These guys weren't fucking around, that was clear.  I decided that nothing
could be gained by resisting.  Besides, I was just the least bit aroused by
the fact that I was sitting here, completely naked, in front of these two
men.  I wondered if my nakedness turned them on at all.

The customs inspector fixed the camera on me, and by the red flashing light
I knew it was running.  The doctor arranged me in my seat, spreading my
legs as the camera panned up and down my form.

"A male" the doctor spoke into a small microphone plugged into the video
camera "more commonly known as a male to female transexual.  Signs of
hormone treatments.  Obvious breast implants.  General absence of body
hair, except for the pubic region."

Off went the microphone.  "Please turn and kneel on the seat.  Put your
knees here,like such.  Knees apart" and he arranged me with my knees on the
edge of the seat, resting my arms across the back.  'Ready for fucking' I
thought, but didn't say it.  He clicked the microphone back on.

"Dilated anus" he continued.  I felt a rubber gloved finger probe gently
back there, lubricated.  The cold lube caused me to catch my breath as he
worked a finger inside me.  I went hard immediately at the attention.  I
couldn't help myself, and the moan escaped my lips as he worked in further,
wiggling it around the confines of my rectal cavity.  'Ready for fucking' I
thought to myself again, and that turned me hard as a rock.

"Relaxed sphincter" he intoned "indicative of receptive anal copulation.
Penetration causes arousal consistent with male homosexual orientation."
He was really inside me now and I had to fight to keep myself from pushing
back to take more than he was giving me.  The combination of his finger in
my hole and the camera that I knew was capturing all this was making me
extremely hot.  Gone was any fear.  I felt my self loosen to accept his
probing.

"Immediate dialation, indicative of practiced receptive anal sex."  I was
on fire now, the precum forming on the head of my cock.  He could say
anything he wanted, as long as he kept that wonderful finger inside me.
Off went the microphone again, and as he removed his finger I pushed back,
chasing it with my asshole.

"Now Mr Lesli, please sit and face me."  I complied, wondering what other
sexy things they were going to do to me.  "I am going to ask you several
questions.  It is very important that you answer these questions honestly."

"Um uh" I tried to answer without giving my emotions away, but my aroused
state made that very very difficult.

With the camera winking at me, I sat straight and let him spread my legs
slightly, my cock was sticking straight up now.

"Mr Lesli" he began "my examination indicates that you are genetically a
male.  Is that true?"

"Yes, genetically, but I don't consider my self male."

"What do you consider yourself?"

"Female" I answered, wondering if he was going to let me get away with
that.

"You consider yourself female?  You look female, but that is a deception,
is it not?"

"I suppose."

"That is a deception Mr Lesli.  You are male.  Your breast implants and
your hormone treatments give you the appearance of a female, but your penis
and testicles are proof that you are male.  Is that not so?"

"I guess so" I admitted.  "I'm a transexual."

"Transexual is not a medically recognized sex in the Emirate, Mr Lesli.
You are either male or female, and the absence of female organs means you
are male.  Is that not so?"

"Yes" I whispered.

"Please speak louder Mr Lesli" he instructed.

"Yes" I said, more firmly this time.

"You are a male, but you dress like and have the physical appearance of a
female."  Not a question.  Nothing to answer.

"And do you have sex with men, Mr Lesli?"

"Yes I do" I said, defiantly "but I don't see what that has to do with.."

"What kind of sexual acts do you perform with men" he interrupted.

"Well, I suck and fuck" I answered honestly.  I didn't know what else to
say.

"Do you mean that you take a man's penis in your mouth.  That you fellate
men?  Is that what you mean Mr Lesli?"

"Yeah..uh, sure" I mumbled.

"Then say so Mr Lesli" he demanded.

"I fellate men" I responded.

"To climax?  Do you fellate them until they ejaculate?"

"Yes"

"Where do they ejaculate Mr Lesli?"

"In my mouth" I answered.  I was beginning to get the hang of this.  It
sounded cool, the way he put it.

"And do you retain, that is, you swallow this ejaculate..semen, Mr Lesli?"
Wow, what a turn on.

"Yes I do" I answered, my voice cracking slightly with the emotion I felt
good at having admitted it on camera.  I was beginning to feel like a porn
queen now.

"And do you practice receptive anal sex with men Mr Lesli?"

"I practice receptive anal sex with men" I repeated, then for effect, added
"I let men fuck me in my ass...er.anus.  I let them cum...uh, climax in
me."  I was really getting turned on now, and the thought of letting these
two men fuck me had me as hot as hell.  I wondered if they were hot too.
No indication.

"Let me summarize for the record Mr Lesli.  You are a genetic male. You
dress as a woman.  You have received hormone treatments and breast implants
to give you the appearance of a woman, but you are a genetic male.  You
fellate men to climax.  You allow them to climax in your mouth.  You
fornicate with men, allowing them to sodomize you to climax.  They climax
in your rectum.  In both cases you receive their semen."

Yep, that was me, and hearing it stated so clinically lent an air of utter
credibility and normalicy to it.  I was really, really beginning to enjoy
this.  I don't know what it was, but I really did feel like a porn queen
giving an interview.  And, I felt absolutely sexy sitting here, naked,
telling - or admitting - this.

"Mr Lesli, from the interview and the examination I have performed, it is
an obvious fact that you are a practicing homosexual alien entering the
Emirate of Dubai.  I am Doctor Ibramin for the record of this interview,
personal physician to the Emir of Dubai and his family."

That said, he handed the microphone to the customs inspector and took the
camera from him, training it on me again.

"Mr Lesli" the customs inspector spoke into the michrophone now "I will now
explain the purpose of this interview.  You are an admitted homosexual.
Homosexuality is outlawed in the Emirate of Dubai.  The practice of
homosexuality is a crime against nature, punishable by expulsion.  If you
are found to be practicing homosexuality while you visit our country, you
will be expelled.  Do you understand this, Mr Lesli?"

"Uh..yes" I stammered, not knowing how to take all of this.  My dick was as
limp as a dish cloth now, and I started to question if I really wanted to
be here.

"Good" he said as the camera went off again "this is onlh for the record Mr
Lesli.  We all understand that you are a guest of the Royal Family of
Ahmed.  We know why you are here.  This tape is only for protection of the
Royal Family if things..uh..if, well, if it needs to be used at some later
date.  I hope you haven't taken offense at this, it is required.  I do hope
you understand."

"Well...I guess..sure" I stammered, feeling a little bit better now that
they were treating me human again.  The whole line of questioning, their
tone, had affected..scared..me deeply, but now I was starting to come out
of the experience with a glimmer of hope.

"Uh, Mr Lesli" it was the doctor "have men actually ejaculated in you..I
mean during intercourse?"

"Yes" I hesitated, again not knowing where this was headed.

"Then I think it best that we perform a blood screening for certain
sexually transmitted diseases, for your own protection as well as those who
may..shall we say, have contact with you in the future.  AIDS is unknown
here."

"Well" I replied "I have tests run every month for that.  Besides, I don't
let everyone, you know, uh do that to me."

"Nonetheless Mr Lesli, it is required."

"No problem" And with that he produced a syringe and took a blood sample.

The interview was obviously over and I was allowed to dress.  The two men
kept their distance, I guess they had seen and heard enough.  I wondered
how my confession, and the sight of me nude in front of them, had affected
them.

There was absolutely no reason to wonder that.  In the course of time I
would come to realize that they saw nothing, knew nothing, and evidently
felt nothing for me or my kind.  They were simply doing their jobs and that
was that.  Entirely.  'My kind' as they would call me, simply ceased to
exist for them.  I, and 'my kind', were playmates to the upperclass.
Homosexualtiy, transexuality, and all forms of 'sexual deviants' were not
their problem.  Until, of course, they were called on to deal with us.

Dressed now, they escorted me from the plane and into a waiting limo.  My
bags were loaded in the trunk and away I went, unknowingly, unaware, into
the fading twilight of the Gulf evening.  As experienced as I thought of
myself I was beginning a new, and unique, time of my life.

And I was looking forward to every, perverted, bit of it.

lesli99@hotmail.com