Date: Thu, 16 Aug 2007 17:10:00 -0800
From: FS
Subject: Lisa's Lover (She Male)

Standard disclaimer: everything's fictional (maybe?). You have to be
over 18 to read this, etc.

Thanks for the words of support after my initial effort. The story
continues. If you missed the first installment, it was called "Lisa" and
this story picks up with the same characters where the last one left
off. In response to an e-mail I was sent, "Am I the protagonist?" In a
way, yes. You have to model your characters after someone, so I had to
include some of me in the initial character creation. But beyond that,
there are a number of differences between the protagonist and myself.
That leads to the question of Lisa and does she exist? Lisa is a
fiction. I have known a number or transgendered women for at one point I
bar-backed occasionally at a club where two nights a week the club
catered to the transgender crowd. Lisa is a mix of some of the women who
were there and also a small piece of what one who is looking for a
relationship, and not just sex, would hope to find in such a woman. But
Lisa has a minor twist to her character, she is looking for soulmates
and part of that means that she feels a need to transition what she
finds to something that she will end up losing in the end. Maybe at some
point I will write from her perspective as she creates her lover. But
today, in the real world, Lisa doesn't exist, at least as far as I know.

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Lisa's Lover
By: LtCol Frank Slade
ltcolfrankslade@Army.com


It wasn't that hard making the change from friend to lover, and from
lover to student of sensuality. Lisa made clear that I was to follow her
directions, not that our relationship was predicated on that, but that
she was going to lead me to a new place in my life. She had been a
friend for months and as of last night she had become my lover as well.
The fact that she had born a man was lost on me, for I had only know her
as a woman and then, last night as the woman I had come to love. Her
plumbing was not the issue, she was who she was, and that is who I had
come to love first as a friend and now as a lover. She was mine, or
better yet, I was hers.

As for my wife, she had no idea what had happened when I had gone out
last night. She wanted the "open marriage" and she got what she wanted.
Now she wanted to separate, and she got that as well. When I took my few
personal belongings, it wasn't clothes and such, it was the things that
meant the most to me at the moment, the things you would have grabbed if
there was a fire and you had but a few moments. I figured I could come
back for the other stuff later. My wife was looking for something more
fulfilling and I knew that there was no way that I could fulfill her any
more. Modern medicine had assured me of that when the cholesterol
medications created the ED. I hoped we would still be friends, but I
suspected that we wouldn't when she found out what had become of me.
Open minded she was, but in this case I didn't think that it would fly.
My goal in leaving quickly, in making a fast break after our
conversation was due to my desire to not have my future explored by her.
I could always go back and get the stuff I had left behind when I knew
we wouldn't have to meet and talk. Maybe on Monday.

The first day, Saturday, was spent with Lisa and I setting up my role in
the house. She listed the tasks that she didn't enjoy, and I offered to
take them up as my own. It was a choice. She didn't say, "Do this!" but
I wanted to take over those things I could do and that she didn't like
to do. So I did.

Since it was Saturday it was chore day. That meant that laundry had to
be done rooms cleaned, and all the other things that I would have had to
do as a partner in any relationship. I got to work. As we moved around
the house, each of us taking care of the chores we had to do, Lisa would
always make sure that she stopped to give me a quick kiss, a pat on the
bottom, or a gentle caress whenever we would pass one another. I noticed
that in each case she would take the aggressor role, and that was fine
with me. As the day wore on I was starting to get hot and sweaty. I took
off my shirt and exposed my rather hairy top. As Lisa passed by I
noticed something changed. There was no quick peck. Had I done something
wrong? Was Lisa upset?

Since I didn't have much stuff over here yet, and no clothes at all, I
went looking for something comfortable to put on. Lisa had a wide range
of clothes, but I didn't feel that slipping into a blouse was really my
thing. I did find an oversize t-shirt, which was cut to show the
midriff. It wasn't my preferred color, being pinkish, but it was
something. I slipped it on and headed off for the next task, cleaning
the tub and shower.

Lisa caught up with me while I was getting ready to clean the shower
area. The entire tub was wet, and it was clear that the long pants I
wore were not what the job called for. "Honey, that top looks beautiful
on you and I noticed that you're about to ruin your pants. The top has
some shorts with it, do you want me to pull them out for you, they
should fit." What was I to say? "Sure, anything but ruined clothes."

She left and I started pulling down my trousers. I heard her rummaging
around in the bedroom and by the time I had gotten my pants off and
folded on the sink she was back. Well, she did say that it was an
outfit, so I shouldn't have been surprised that they matched the top.
Lisa came over and handed them to me and moved in for an embrace. Her
hands went around me and moved down my back to my rear. There they
stopped as she moved closer and placed her lips against mine. I reached
up and encircled my arms around her neck as she opened her mouth and
pressed her tongue against my waiting lips. My lips parted and her
tongue snaked into my mouth, she was stealing my breath away. The soft
cotton rubbed between us and stroked my breasts. I could feel the heat
building as she squeezed my ass tight in her hands. Lisa leaned into me
forcing me back against the sink. I could feel her heart racing and the
hardness of her member against my groin. I moaned with pleasure as she
slipped her hand below the waistband of my underwear and stroked between
the cheeks of my ass.

We broke the kiss and she started to kiss my neck and slowly moved over
to my earlobe. She started nibbling my ear and her tongue flicked
hungrily in my ear and behind the lobe. My breathing started to come
more rapidly as I felt my desire to have her within me build. At this
rate I wasn't about to get the shower clean. I moved one hand back to
gain more balance on the sink behind me and knocked over the cleaning
powder.  Lisa stopped what she was doing and moved back a step. Our eyes
locked and I was lost deep in her soul as she whispered, "Later." She
took the shorts she had recovered and put them into my hand and exited
the room, a vision of control. I was whimpering with desire. I needed
her, now, inside me, but she was the one who had control, I had lost all
mine the night before. I drew on the shorts.

They were a tad tight. And what I really couldn't get used to was the
cut. I had never considered the fact that some styles of clothes are cut
for a woman and not a man. In this case the pants seemed to ride lower,
along the hips, rather than the waist. They were a snug fit, but they
did fit and close. As I turned I glanced in the mirror and notice the
incongruent picture that looked back.

There I stood with my hairy arms, stomach and legs protruding from an
outfit that clearly wasn't cut for me. True it did seem to lift my ass a
bit and while the pink colour was a tad offsetting I had to admit that
the clothes did make me look better, if it hadn't been for the hairy guy
stuff sticking out all over. And with that I went back to the task at
hand and set about making sure the bathroom was spotless.

As I finished with the last of my tasks for the day I could hear Lisa
finishing up the vacuuming in the living room. I had just put all the
cleaning supplies away when she came in. "You have done a fantastic job.
And I must say that that outfit looks yummy on you. You look good enough
to eat, almost." And that almost just hung out there. "Almost?" I said.
"Yes, if you're going to start raiding my drawers, and this is not a
complain, I don't mind, you can't really make these things work with all
that extra hair. Come on, take off everything and get in that shower and
I'll show you what I mean."

And with that Lisa started to undress. I wasn't going to let her beat me
to the shower as I wanted to set the temperature that was comfortable
for me, so I stripped off the T and shorts and almost broke my neck on
the underwear. But beat her in I did. I couldn't help but notice that
she was already semi-hard and about 7 inches. She saw me looking and
said, "yes, now is later." And with that my heart leapt. She joined me
in the shower, but not before stopping for three disposable razors and a
can of shaving creme.

Lisa moved me out from under the running water and started to cover me
from the neck down with the heavy foam. Well actually it started out as
a green gel. She would put a small amount in her hand and then rub it
into foam over my body. She spent a great deal of time starting from my
shoulders in the rear rubbing in the gel until it became a foam and then
scraping the foam off with one of the disposable razors. When she got to
my ass she leaned forward and played with my rosebud. Slowly she took a
gel foamed finger and pushed ever so slightly against the opening. I
could feel my skin parting and making a way into my love canal for her
to access. As the water played against my ass I could feel her kissing
it, licking it, my ass was on fire. She hit bottom with her finger and I
could feel myself starting to get hard. So, it wasn't a one-time fluke.
She was doing it again. Her finger started to pump in and out and I
started to move my ass in time with her pumping. And she stopped. "Not
yet. Soon." She said, and then she started to use the gel and foam on my
legs.

She finished my legs and turned me around taking my member in her mouth
and running her hands back up to my butt. She inserted her fingers again
and started to suck me at the same time. With her other hand she reached
up and started to play with my right breast. I could feel the electric
shocks from last night restarting. My body started to convulse and she
sped up the fingers moving inside of me and the sucking, bobbing her
head ever faster until I could hold back no more and I released my load
into her waiting mouth. She removed her hand from my butt and stood
facing me, leaning in. I knew what was going to happen and I opened my
mouth to receive her kiss. With her other hand still playing with my
breast she leaned into me holding my head and kissed me long and
lovingly. Transferring some of my juices to me in the process. I
swallowed them down as we held the kiss long and passionate.

She leaned back and said, "Not quite done yet. Wait until you feel flesh
against flesh without all that hair in the way. The only thing better is
to feel rough hair against your flesh." I doubted that was true, but she
was the expert. I just didn't want her to have hair that she was placing
against me. With that she completed the job of taking all my hair off
and we rinsed each other off. I spent a long time working on her cock
and it was now standing at full attention. I really wanted to finish the
job, but she leaned over and shut off the water and reached out for two
towels.

We dried off as we went to the bedroom and I noticed that the sheets on
the bed had been changed. They had been white cotton, but now the bed
was covered in red satin.  Lisa playfully pushed me down on the bed and
jumped along beside me. She pushed me back and I suddenly understood
what she had meant about the increased sensuality of being clean shaven.
The satin sheet felt wonderful against my skin. Lisa leaned forward and
took my breast in her hand again and started to suck on the nipple. I
reached down to her member and started to run my hand across it, slowly
jerking her off.

As she worked her way down my torso with small kisses she swung her feet
up towards my head. I never let go of her and as her cock passed over me
my head leapt from the bed to lick off the precum that was building at
the tip. She lifted my legs and started to attack my ass with her tongue
and I brought her meat into my mouth savoring her flavor and the texture
of her warm flesh against my lips. I ran my hands up along her waist and
over to her ass and started to lift my face into her, so that my chin
was nestled against her stomach and her balls rested on my nose. I took
every one of those beautiful 9 inches as deep into my throat as I could,
holding it down by sheer will and a desire to see if I could use my
swallowing mussels to stroke her while she rested there. I swallowed as
best I could and could feel her twitch deep in my throat.

While I was consumed with her cock in my mouth Lisa had started working
on opening my ass to receive her. She had worked up to three fingers
that were pumping deep within me and she was again sucking on my now
hard cock. Days ago that piece of meet wouldn't do anything and now it
was working overtime. Lisa stopped and pulled out of my mouth and swung
around on the bed again. Then she rolled me over to my stomach and
slightly spread my legs. I could feel her deep breaths heating the back
of my neck. The satin sheets were driving my breasts wild with their new
sensations. Lisa started to push her cock into me and I raised my ass to
meet her, to allow her greater access into me, to allow her to press
herself deep within. She started with a very slow and steady push and it
seemed to last forever until all 9 inches of her were buried against me
and I could feel her ball sack resting against mine.

Slowly she started to pull out, the same speed at which she had gone in.
Again it was taking forever and I could feel every inch as it slowly
moved from deep within me to her head reaching my sphincter. And then
back again, with the same slow motion until she bottomed out. With each
push and pull my breasts slipped and slid along the satin sheet sending
jolts of electricity down my body and causing my ass to tighten around
her rod. She started to speed up, and then she started to lift me from
the waist off the bed. Soon I was in a new position for me, doggy style,
with me on all fours and Lisa slowly pumping her nine inches in and out
of me, deeper than she had ever gone before. I could feel the head
running along the insides just behind the stomach, and I knew that I had
never been so penetrated before. My own cock was leaking precum all over
the sheets as Lisa continued the assault on my ass. Then she started to
speed up. Her breath started to come in short bursts and was getting
raspy. I knew she was getting close and I wanted to please her more than
ever. I pressed down and tightened every muscle in my stomach and my ass
in order to increase the friction and the pleasure. She moved faster and
faster, her strokes going deeper and deeper into me. She was into my ass
as far as she could go when I felt her start to expand even more and
then felt the warm release of her cum into my ass. She pulled out, and
plunged back in. Again and again. I couldn't take it any more and I
ejaculated all over the satin sheet, and she continued to plunge within
me. Over and over. She wasn't going to let this end, and while I started
to feel her get a tad soft, she hardened right up as she continued to
plunge into me. And then she was expanding again. She was placing her
seed in me a second time, just as deep as before. I started to cry with
pleasure and she leaned backwards and spew forth again. Lisa flopped
forward, her breasts in my back, her lips covering the back of my neck
with small kisses. We held that position until I could hold her no
longer and I felt her slide out of me as she started to shrink in size.

"You made the mess on the sheets, now you have to clean it up." She said
with a smile. I was drenched in her sweat and mine, exhausted, and I
rolled out of bed and got the new set of sheets from the alcove in the
hall. They weren't satin, and that was a tad depressing, as I had loved
the feel of the satin across my body. Lisa had the bed stripped when I
got back and together we put the new sheets on the bed. At about this
time I became aware of the simple fact that Lisa had gotten dressed for
bed and I had not. Then again, I normally just wore my shorts to bed,
but the only pair I had were the ones I had been wearing all day long
and they were not what I wanted to wear to bed tonight. Lisa noticed the
dilemma I was facing even though I had not said a word and smiled. "No
you can't go to bed in the buff, I have something that you can wear that
will fit." And she drew out a PJ set made of the same material as the
sheets we had just tossed away.

I put on the satin top and it sent jolts through me as the satin slipped
across my hairless chest. I then was about to put on the pants that went
with the set and Lisa said, "not without something else on." And tossed
me a set of panties. I put them on and then the PJ bottoms and we got
into bed together, almost like matching sisters, except she was a
beautiful girl and I was, well just what was I now? Before I had a great
deal of time to ponder that Lisa leaned over to kiss me good night and
shut down the light. I slept in her arms. I was at peace and felt sexy
and loved.

I woke up alone and heard Lisa in the kitchen. As I got out of bed I saw
my reflection in the mirror for the first time. There I was wearing pink
satin baby doll PJs and if it weren't for the short hair on my head and
the lack of a definable figure I would say I looked kind of cute. That
was odd. I was looking at me, a guy, and I thought I looked kind of
cute. Well, maybe it was due to the fact that I thought I looked kind of
like a girl. Not an attractive girl, as my figure was well, not a girls,
but with all my hair gone I could see a sort of androgynous look about
me. I went in to see what Lisa was doing.

As I rounded the corner Lisa saw me out of the corner of her eye. "WOW!"
she said. "Huh?" I answered. Amazing, two college educated people and
this is the best conversation we could have. Maybe it was the need to
fully wake up. "No, you look real sexy, with a touch of makeup you would
be so hot." Now, I don't know why, maybe it was the sleep deprivation
from two nights of wild sex, but I did something that wasn't like me, I
retorted back. "Right. There is no way that I could be passable as a
girl, I saw my reflection and there is no way."

"Really dear? I bet you're wrong. I see a canvas just waiting to be
finished, you are sexy and with just a little bit of work, you can be
hot. I bet I could do it in less than 4 hours, I mean `do it' as in make
you agree that you look hot."

Okay, that was twice she had said I would look hot and I knew what I had
seen. There was no way that she was going to be able to do that. "Fine,
you want to bet? I'll take that wager, but what is the prize?"

"If I can get you to agree that you look sexy and hot, you will agree to
let your hair grow out and I get to keep, ummm, two of that things I do
to you."

"And what do I get if you are finished and you fail?" I asked in a
challenge response.

"You get to pick both the restaurant and the movies we see for the rest
of the month." She retorted a bit too quickly.

I agreed to her experiment. And I started to work out our dining out
schedule in our head. With that out of the way I sat down with her at
the counter and started to eat the fantastic breakfast, ummm, looking at
the clock maybe brunch, she made. She finished up before I did and
walked off to the bathroom while I finished the plate and took mine to
join hers in the sink. As I turned I remembered one of the house rules.
The person who didn't cook gets to clean. I turned back to the sink and
busied myself with the dishes as I heard Lisa rummaging around in the
master bedroom and spare bedroom closets. Just about the time I finished
I heard her say, "Hurry up, I have a bet to win." And I marched off to
the master bedroom to see what we had in store for this lazy Sunday morning.

In the corner of the master bedroom was what I could only call a make up
table. It made sense since this was a girl's master bedroom. My wife had
always put her makeup on in front of a mirror by the dresser, but I
could see how a single girl living alone would make up a portion of her
room this way. And standing next to the chair was Lisa. She pointed to
the chair and I walked over and sat down. Without another word she
started to go to work on my face. I would love to be able to describe
what she was doing and how she was doing it, but never had this process
interested me. In fact, in all the time I had known Lisa I had never
seen her with clown face on. Well, I was in for an education. Not that
she was telling me what she was doing when she opened this bottle and
that. She just kept on doing things and humming a little song that I
knew, but couldn't place.

About thirty minutes into this process I noticed that she had covered
the makeup table mirror. I guess that part of our deal was that I should
be surprised. Every once in a while I would catch Lisa's eye and she
would just smile at me. Then she took out a blindfold of sorts and told
me that I had to put it on. In for a penny, in for a pound. I let her
put it on. With that she stopped all work on my face and moved to my
hands. I sort of knew what was going on at that point. She didn't want
me to see what she was doing to my nails. I waited patiently in the
darkness of the blindfold as she continued to do my hands, and my feet?
Yep. She had lifted my legs and had started in on my feet. I could feel
her as she moved from toe to toe, working away. This little piggy went
to market, this little piggy stayed home. And by the time she was done
all five little piggies on both feet had been taken care of, as well as
some rubbing away at areas that had been callused.

By now I had been in the chair for over two hours. I knew somewhere in
my gut that something wasn't going as well as she wanted, she had
stopped humming that silly tune. "Okay dear. Now then I want you to get
up, it's time to get you out of those clothes and into something more
fitting." I stood up and noticed that when one has been blindfolded for
over two hours they lose their sense of equilibrium and I almost fell
down. Lisa steadied me and helped me strip off everything except the
panties she had loaned me last night. As I stood there she started
humming that same old song. I finally was able to place it. The play
West Side Story. The song, I Feel Pretty.  Somehow fitting for someone
who wanted to win to hum. I wasn't about to give in to the bet by
humming it along with her.

I went back to planning dinners and I felt her start to dress me. Every
once in a while she would ask me to raise my arms, move this way, move
that. I noticed that she had put a bra on me. Now how the hell did I
know that? Well, it was either a bra or something much like one, I had
taken my share off women to know what the pieces were and how they fit
together. What confused me was that the front of the bra was a tad heavy
on my chest. Then she applied some cold liquid to my breasts and pushed
the bra against it. She had me sit down again and then told me that she
was going to remove the blindfold, but if I opened my eyes I would
immediately lose the bet. I nodded my head in agreement and the
blindfold came off.

I guess I could have attempted to cheat, but then I would have gotten
something stuck in my eye as she immediately went to work on that part
of my face. Fifteen minutes later I felt something cold placed on my
forehead near my hairline. And then I felt hair? I mean long hair
falling across my face and neck. This was about the time I started to
feel that I might not win this bet. We had almost come to the time limit
when she said "Tada!" and warned me to keep my eyes closed still. Then
she helped me get up and walked me over to where the full-length mirror
was, the one I had looked in earlier in the morning.

"Now Johan, it's time to pick an name to go with this look. As you know
my name wasn't always Lisa, and your name has to be something that you
will recognize and something that will fit you. I like names that are
similar of the name you have so that it will be easy to learn and
remember, so I have decided that your new name will be Joan. It's close
to your old name and I like the sound of it. So Joan, welcome to the
world. Open your eyes."

And with that I opened my eyes and saw one of the most beautiful women I
have ever seen looking back at me. I was wearing a simple dress of
lavender and pink that hung from my shoulder to just above my knees, and
I had TITS! My nails were a soft burnt orange and my hair was a nice
auburn. The way she had done up my face it looked like there was no
makeup on at all, but every vestige of male identity was missing. She
had raised my cheekbones through magic. I was breathless. I couldn't
believe that was I. I had never thought I looked feminine at all, but
here I was looking at a woman who, there was no doubt, people wouldn't
have looked at twice thinking she was anything less than what she
appeared to be.

I looked at Lisa and she was beaming from head to toe. She had taken the
challenge and she knew that she had won. I looked back into the mirror
and said, "So much for all the dinner plans that I had been making." The
voice that had conceded defeat sure didn't belong in the body that I was
looking at in the mirror. I tried to change it to a softer voice with a
bit of a falsetto. "So, after all your hard work, now we have to take it
off." And I reached up to remove the wig.

"Oh no you don't." Lisa exclaimed. "I worked too long and too hard on
this for you to just toss it away."

"And just what do you propose that we do? Sit around the house, just us
two girls?"

And with that she said that she had a better idea. As I had already
pointed out, I had yet to pick up any of the stuff that was sitting at
my home. So Lisa proposed that we go out shopping. Out? Like this? Was
she insane? She started to get ready before I had a chance to get a word
out. She found a pair of flats that were almost enough to fit me and
said, "Shoes first." And then we were walking out the door and into her car.

I won't go into the horrors I experienced shopping that first time out
with her as Joan. Shopping is tedious, and discussing it is even worse.
Let's just leave it at the simple fact that after spending about $10,000
on outfits that Lisa picked out for Joan there was no time left to spend
any more. I will say that I noticed one thing that happened while we
were out at about dinnertime. We had stopped in one of those
not-quite-fast-food joints in one of the malls and we had a sit down
meal. Throughout the meal I had noticed that there were two guys at the
next table that kept on looking at us. I had thought that I was dead,
caught out. Imagine my surprise when one of them came over and asked if
we "ladies" were alone. Lisa said that we were and both of the men came
over to our table and joined us for dessert and coffee. Not trusting my
voice I made sure that I said as little as possible. I don't think the
guys noticed. What I did notice was that they had seemed to pair off.
Larry, a well built guy who was in his late 30's with brown hair and a
quick smile had paired with Lisa. I was paired with Joe.

Now when you are sitting on the inside seat of a booth and there is a
guy sitting next to you, you don't have a great deal of choice but to
listen to whatever he chooses to talk about. Joe was 39 years old, a
stockbroker, a tad over 6 feet 3 inches and just starting to show the
signs of age that happen at 39. His washboard abs had given way to a bit
of the sitting in the office spread, and his idea of active sports was
golf. I really tried to be attentive, but since I didn't want to talk
about me, that meant only asking questions about him. So, as we ate
dessert and drank coffee I actually had to listen, and as I was
listening I found myself thinking that he was very nice. His teeth were
white, his breath was fresh. He had a nice glint in his eye when he
talked about the things he loved to do, playing golf and sports fishing.
He looked at me and seemed to pay attention to me when he talked. At one
point he reached out and touched me on the arm, and a shiver sort of
went through me thinking that he could tell that it wasn't the arm of a
woman. But nothing like that happened. Another time he started to rest
his hand on mine. It felt sort of neat to be interested in, but all the
time I was wondering what the heck would happen if he found out that I
wasn't what he thought I was. As a man I remember hearing horror stories
of transvestites being beaten up by straight guys who felt "tricked"  by
them. I was in no position to defend myself. In the back of my mind I
could just see my wife being called down to the police station to pick
me up, and finding me dressed this way. Just what I needed, unreasonable
fear to heighten an already confusing day. Add in a little bit of
hormone therapy to the mix, shake well, and viola, you have me sitting
there with paranoid delusions. It was getting very hard to concentrate
and be reasonable, and my voce had fallen down into whisper level. I
guess that made me appear shy, so Joe continued talking for both of us.

After the coffee was gone and almost an hour had passed Lisa made
excuses that we had to be on our way. I was relieved that I was finally
going to be able to get out of this situation when I got another shock.
As we got up to go Joe pressed something into my hand. He leaned over,
brought my hand to his lips and kissed it and said that he hopped that
he would hear from me again. I was shocked, dazed and confused as Lisa
led me back to the car for the ride home. It wasn't until we got into
the car that I looked at the item that Joe had placed in my hand. It was
a business card, and his home phone was written on the back.

It appears that I had lost the bet to Lisa and lost it in spades. I had
just spent the entire day dressed as a woman out in public. I had just
spent over 45 minutes with a man paying 100% attention to me. And here I
was holding his phone number. He wanted to see me again. "Did you see
what you did to him?" Lisa asked as we winged our way home with the
shopping booty. In fact, I couldn't help but notice as we got up to
leave. I hadn't been paying attention, but when he slid out and I slid
down to the end of the bench my eyes were at the perfect height to
notice that Joe had two things. First, inside his shorts he had a very
nice package. And second, the package was very large and from the look
of it at eye level, hard. I had just sat there talking to a man and he
was hot for me? Okay, colour me confused. My emotions were at war with
themselves. I was feeling so many different confusing things. I have
loved the attention, and the effect I had on Joe, but at the same time I
knew that I wasn't physically attracted to him. I mean, after all, just
two nights ago I had never touched a mans penis but my own, and now I
was thinking about how I had been happy that I was able to have that
effect on Joe. Well that Joan was able to have that effect on Joe. But
then again, wasn't I Joan?

We got home and put my new clothes away. I now had half a closet and
three drawers. And I also had clothes that were mostly for girls. Oh
sure there were some that were ambiguous, but all the underwear were
panties, there were nylons and blouses. Sure there were a few T-shirts
and some shorts, but as I had found out, there were some interesting
differences between what one picked up in the women's section and what
one found in the men's. There was one good thing though. The workout
suit that I had picked up was bland enough so that I had something to
wear when I went over to pick my old stuff up from my wife. True, powder
blue wasn't a colour that most men would wear for workout sweats, but I
was sure that I could get away with it.

It was getting towards bedtime and we started to get ready. Lisa asked
me to not wash my face in the shower and I followed her instructions. By
the time I had slipped my new babydoll on she had slipped a DVD into the
player and was already watching a movie. I slipped in and snuggled up to
her, just us two girls it would seem to anyone who was watching. She put
her arm around me and started running her hand across that base of my
neck, her fingers playing with my earlobes as I watched the movie. It
was porn, why was I not surprised. But where I had been expecting
something that was not "straight" it was straight porn. No
transgendered, no guy on guy. I found myself almost studying how the
girl was giving head. How she used her hand and her mouth. When she
broke off, and what she did with her fingers and hands. I watched her
technique and tried to see what was having the best effect on the guy. I
watched how she swallowed, well it was porn, I didn't think that one had
to take it in their mouth and hold their mouth open before swallowing.

I noticed that Lisa was sporting a raging hardon. I took that as my
queue and leaned forward and slipped off her shorts to expose her
womanhood. I took the nine inches in my hand and started to follow along
with the "instructional" DVD that was still playing. Lisa made a small
moan as I started to copy techniques that I had seen the girl use in the
movie. I used my new long fingernails to tease the glands and raked them
across the underside of her penis. Lisa reached out and started to
stroke my back as I took her into my mouth wrapping my red lips around
her. I could see a portion of our reflection in the full-length mirror
and there was no doubt in looking at that that I was looking at a
beautiful woman in a pink satin babydoll giving a nine inch cock the
best blowjob she knew how.

I continued to work Lisa's cock with my mouth, tongue and fingers. I
wrapped my hand around the base and started to move my hand and my mouth
in unison, in a pattern that matched the one I had just seen used in the
movie. My long hair feel in front of my face, I didn't stop. I was on a
roll now and was about to enjoy the fruits of my labor and my ability to
learn fast. Lisa's hips started to buck and I could feel her start to
enlarge in my mouth. I pushed her deeper into my throat. I sucked and
swished my tongue around. I pumped with my hand and kept the motion
steady. And then there was the reward. Lisa started to cum. I pulled
back and let it flow into me, drinking down as much as I could as fast
as I could. She continued to sprit more cum into my mouth and I could
feel it trying to force its way out the corners of my mouth. I gulped it
down. I could feel Lisa relaxing underneath me, but I knew I wanted
more. I continued to work her cock trying to bring life back into it.
After a few minutes Lisa put her hand under my arm and pulled me up to
her. She rolled me on my back and started to kiss me deep and powerfully.

She broke off the kiss and started to move down my body with her hands.
She removed my baby dolls and panties. I was under her spell. As she
kissed and caressed me she started to talk about Joe. How he had boyish
good looks and such charm. She started to describe him, as if painting a
picture. I closed my eyes and went along for the ride. She lifted my leg
and rolled me slightly to the right. "Do you think Joe would kiss you
like this?" she asked and she started to kiss my ass and moved her
tongue to my rose bud. "Do you think Joe would do this?" she asked as
she pressed first one finger and then another into my ass, moving them
in and out slowly. "Would Joe do this as well?" she asked as she
continued to heighten both my pleasure and desire. I lay there with my
eyes closed and tried to visualize Joe from dinner. I tried to visualize
that he was doing what Lisa was doing to me. I felt Lisa move up and
press her weight down on me. She lifted both my legs and exposed my
waiting ass for her pleasure.

Lisa whispered my name time and again, lowering her voice, pretending to
be a man. "Joan, do you want me?" she asked. "Yes, take me now." I
responded. And she slipped into me pressing her flesh into my waiting
hole. My eyes were closed and I was in heaven. I wrapped my legs around
Lisa's waist. I locked my feet behind her. I pushed myself onto her cock
with each press she made into me. She lowered her voice again and
whispered my name, Joan. And then something happened. I am not sure
what, but with my eyes closed I was not giving myself to Lisa, the face
before me was Joe's. It was his eyes, his fresh breath that washed over
me, his smile and his clean bright teeth. And I rocked with the motion.
I pressed myself into him. I gave myself over to Joe/Lisa. I was Joan
and I was taken. I started to orgasm, but not from my cock that wasn't
even getting hard. I was orgasming from my ass. It was shooting through
me as it spasmed around the Joe/Lisa cock that was slipping in and out
of me. The moments merged and separated. I couldn't tell whom I was
giving myself too. I didn't care, I just wanted to be filled. Joe. Lisa.
Suddenly there was no difference. I wanted to be filled and I was doing
everything in my power to generate release in my partner. I squeezed. I
tightened my legs pulling my partner deeper inside of me. And in
response I felt the cock in me expand. Oh Joe. Oh Lisa. Oh Joe, and then
it released and I felt warmth spill through me.

I had had multiple orgasms, but they were far different than any I had
had before. They all were through my ass. Yes, I had in fact ejaculated,
but it wasn't much and it was more like excessive precum than a
full-scale ejaculation, but I was satisfied and whole. I opened my eyes
and Lisa looked down on me with a beaming smile. I had crossed over some
line and she knew that I had done so. We kissed and I unlocked my feet
from around her. "You know, you lost the bet." I nodded. "That means
that you have to keep two things I did." I nodded again. "She smiled
again at me and said, "That's good because I don't have the glue remover
to take the breast forms off, so they will have to stay. And I worked
too hard on your nails to have them come off so they will have to stay
as well."

I had lost the bet, but I didn't care. I had made Joe come inside of me.
I had given a blowjob as a woman. I had seen it myself. I had passed in
the real world as a woman. I had lived it myself. I had met a man as a
woman and I had excited him. I was proud of my budding womanhood. I saw
how much it pleased Lisa. I knew that I wanted to please her, and Joe?
Now where did that thought come from? I was tired, spent and confused.
Worse yet, I was not going to be able to go back to the house where all
my clothes were and get them from my wife. How in the world was I going
to explain to her that I had breasts? How would I explain the long and
painted nails? No, there was no going back for me now. Lisa had said
that there was a path forward, and that she would show me the path. She
loved me. She was my friend and I trusted her.

I drifted off to sleep.

At this point my life was going to go into a routine. Lisa had taken me
in the hand. She was going to lead me to a place where she said I would
be better adjusted. I followed Lisa's instruction. I went to the gym
with her. I followed the med regime that we established. I even started
to go to her doctor's appointments with her. When she saw the laser
person for hair removal, I saw the laser person for hair removal. True
her appointments were 20 minutes and mine were four hours, but soon mine
started to take less time. When she went to the salon, I went to the
salon. Soon my eyebrows were shaped like hers. Soon enough I knew what
base was, how to apply makeup and how to do so in such a way so that it
didn't look like I had on anything at all. We were friends and lovers,
and she was also my teacher and mentor. She insisted that I learn to
make myself presentable for the world. She taught me how to do so. It
was strange. The last pair of men's  clothes I had worn was that
Saturday long ago. I was now more comfortable in heels than in flats. I
was more comfortable in a sundress than slacks. I had fallen in love
with the way my legs flashed when I walked, how my tight calves and
thighs caused a head to turn. The breast forms came off, finally. And at
about four months into the regime I noticed that I needed to go out and
buy a bra, since I now had a cup size. Lisa thought I was going to be a
natural C, but there was little doubt at this point that I had become an
A on my way to a B and that the hormones were having their planned
effects on me.

I had all but forgotten about Joe. Lisa had made sure too not put me
into a situation like that again. But like every couple, Lisa and I
couldn't be everywhere together. So Lisa wasn't with me the day that I
ran into Joe at the mall. She wasn't there to help me come up with a
good reason to not have a drink with him. And so it was that five
months, well almost six, after I had met Joe with long auburn hair, I
had the opportunity to re-meet Joe, but now the differences were both
small and large.

My hair was all natural, and all mine. It was cut into a short, but
styled with a very girlish layered cut. I was wearing heals that made me
just a few inches shorter than he. I had dressed myself, choosing my own
outfit and applied my own makeup. In short, I was passable and starting
to live life as a woman in a more acceptable way. But I wasn't ready for
Joe. I had chosen to wear a light blouse out and it came with a jacket
that I had left in the car. So here I was in a short skirt and an almost
see-through blouse with a man who I knew I had excited before. And we
were at a restaurant/bar just outside the mall. I was drinking real
slowly because the last thing I wanted to do was get pissed at this
early hour of the evening.

Joe asked me where I had been and why I had not called. I attempted to
explain that I had lost his card and I apologized explaining that I had
really intended to call him. He accepted my explanation and we started
to talk, almost from the point where we were at when we had stopped five
months earlier. As the evening progressed Joe and I moved to a table for
diner. He refused to let me pay my part, such a gentleman.  We went from
the dining area to a small set of stools near a small dance floor area
back by the bar and sat at the tables there while a DJ spun records that
weren't too loud for those that were talking to have to speak over.

Again, I must say in my defense, that I wasn't really ready for this. I
was looking for my exit moment when Joe suggested that we dance. The
song was about half over and the dance floor had two other couples on
it, so I figured with the speed of the song, it was a safe thing to do,
and I would be standing at the end so I could gracefully say my goodbye.
I let Joe help me up from my seat and with his arm around me he steered
me off to the dance floor.

Maybe I misjudged the music, but just as we were getting ready to start
dancing the song ended, so there we were looking at each other with no
music to dance to and us waiting for the next song to spin. And then it
came up. This was the point when the DJ decided to change the tempo. The
song started out and I had two choices, either tell Joe I couldn't dance
slowly, or let Joe lead. Joe took the lead. He reached out and pulled me
towards him. I choose not to fight it and make a scene and flowed into
his embrace as we started to slowly move to the music. Five months
earlier, while slipping out of a booth, I had some idea of the package
Joe carried, and my effect on him. This time there was no doubt in my
mind. As we danced Joe moved his hand slowly down my back. When it got
to the small of my back it stopped and pressed me closer to him. As I
pressed into him I could feel every inch of his manhood screaming that
it needed and wanted me. I shifted slightly and in doing so I had
brought my hands up a tad, and now they were around his neck and my head
rested in the crook of his shoulder. His hands continued to travel
across my back, softly rubbing in just the right spots, not being too
forward. When was this song going to end?

The song seemed to last forever, and with each rhythmic movement Joe's
hands caressed me and his package let me know that I was exciting him as
much as he was turning me on. As the song came to an end I lifted my
head to look at him and thank him and he lowered his head at the same
time. Our lips touched and there was a spark that flew between us. I
didn't back away and he pressed down a bit. I didn't back away and he
started to part his lips. I didn't back away and I felt his engorged
cock press into me and I opened my lips back. His tongue pressed into
me, slowly as if testing the waters, and I applied more pressure to my
arms around his neck and he responded. He tightened his dance position
and with just a small movement on his part, and maybe a small movement
on mine, we were locked in a hot embrace and a deep passionate kiss. I
could feel his chest hair pressing into my blouse and rubbing against my
skin. I finally understood what Lisa meant when she said how wonderful
that felt. I felt myself lean into him. My foot came off the floor,
lifting me up and forward pushing me into the kiss and his tight
embrace. I could feel a stirring beginning to bubble, a heat emanating
from deep in my stomach and making me lightheaded. I could feel Joe's
hand slowly fall and come to rest on my ass. I could feel the pressure
as he pulled me closer into him, as he started to drink my soul. I
released some of the pressure of my embrace and Joe followed the lead.
As we broke the kiss and I came up for air Joe looked into my eyes and I
looked into his. I knew right then and there, had we not been in a
public place that there was no way I was going to stop. The heat between
us was palatable. Lust was painted all over Joe's face, primal and hot.
I knew that I had to disengage and find an exit strategy or else.

We separated and he walked me back to the table with his hand around my
waist protectively. I gathered my things and Joe insisted that I provide
him with my cell phone number. I couldn't come up with a good reason to
object, so I did. And then, it was time to flee. I wasn't ready for
this, and after making a very weak excuse, and trying to not be a cock
teaser, I took my leave and made it back to the car before my legs
almost gave out from underneath me. I sat in the car and noticed my
breath was deep and ragged. My knees were still weak and my nipples
stood out like hard bullets. My body was aching for it to be filled, and
Joe's scent was all around me. My sphincter clamped down in a shudder as
I had one of my mini orgasms sitting in the car, thinking about Joe,
tasting him, smelling him.

I drove home and wondered how I was going to tell Lisa about the mess
that I had gotten myself into.

When I got home Lisa was there. I could tell by the look on her face
that there was a level of concern. It wasn't like me to be out and about
without letting her know. I walked into the house and fell into her
arms, breaking out in uncontrolled sobs. As she caressed me I started to
tell her what happened. We walked into the bedroom and sat next to each
other at the foot of the bed and I related everything. From my
uncomfortable meeting to the ultimate kiss. Somewhere along the way Lisa
lost the look of concern and I could see that it had changed. There was
a ting of lust in her eyes. As I finished explaining the kiss and how I
had fallen from grace, she leaned forward. "Was it like this?" she asked
as she moved her mouth to mine. She pressed into me and I opened to
receive her. Her tongue drove straight into me, re-igniting the lust I
had felt just a short time ago. Joe's smell was all around me, on my
clothes, in my hair, and his tastes now mingled with Lisa's. She took a
more aggressive posture, reaching behind my head and drawing me in to
her. I felt my stomach start to do flip-flops as sexuality started to
burst inside of me. I was lusting. I wanted to be taken. Lisa's hand
moved to my breast and she tweaked my nipple. A shot ran through me. My
hand moved down to Lisa's crotch and there I found her cock ready, hard,
filled with heat and ready to go. Lisa pushed me back on the bed and
opened my blouse. Her hands moving across my chest and to my now curved
hips. She mounted above me and released her penis lifting the skirt she
was wearing and pulling my head up underneath it. I took her cock into
my mouth slurping down the immense amount of precum at the tip. Lisa
started to fuck my face, moving her pelvis in rapid fire motion in and
out of my mouth.

Lisa leapt off the bed and turned me so that my ass was up. She tossed
the skirt I wore up onto my back and I felt her rip off the panties.
"What is his name?" she asked. "Joe." I replied.  And I felt her penis
press against my rosebud. "What is his name?" she asked. "Joe." I
replied. And she started to push into me. "What is his name?" she asked.
"Joe." I replied. And she started to stroke deep inside of me pumping
harder and harder, her balls slamming against me. "What is his name?"
she asked. "Joe. Joe Joe. Oh god, fuck me Joe." And he was. I was
transported. While Lisa continued to pound my ass I kept whimpering
Joe's name. Over and again she would push in, I would rise to meet her
and Joe was on my mind. Joe was filling me. Joe's smell was all about
me, I was Joe's bitch. And Lisa continued to fill me. I felt her expand
and I started to be swept by multiple orgasms as I whimpered his name
over and again. I felt her explode within me and it was Joe who I had
just satisfied. I felt her fall across my back and I cried. She was
smiling and laughing. I was in tears.

As she started to shrink out of me Lisa said, "Joan, you have come so
far in such a short time. Joe doesn't know what he missed today. But
soon I don't think he will miss it."


[end?]

Authors note:
Okay, we know that going forward from here the next logical step is for
Joan and Joe to get together. This is starting to get a tad harder to
write, as I am not sure how to take Joan's character and run with it
from this point. First off I'm going to have to deal with the fact that
Joe's straight and Joan is going to have a hard time dealing with her
feelings for a straight guy. Then I have to introduce Joe into sex with
Joan in a way that is realistic. Then there is the question of
introducing Joe into a possible threesome with Joan and Lisa. That would
be in character for Joan to share, but with both Lisa and Joe being
alpha to Joan's passive there are limits to what I can do here. And then
we have the problem of Joan's wife. I still have her married, but
separated from Joan and not even knowing that Joan exists as a woman.
Finally, I created a character Larry that has been left out in the cold.