Date: Sun, 18 Apr 2010 20:01:19 -0500
From: Amber Fountaine <amber_fountaine@hotmail.com>
Subject: "Forty Year Fantasy"

Amber Fountaine stories contain sexually explicit descriptions of
consensual sexual activity and are not suitable (according to some dickhead
politician) for reading by anyone under the age of 18, or anyone offended
by reading such material. These acts include gay and bisexual activity as
well as any combination of piss play, diapers, cross-dressing and other
fetishes and perversions that may please the author's whims. The characters
in these stories are fictional, but are mostly based on the author's true
experiences, as well as the experiences of others he has met. Every attempt
to conceal these identities has been made. These stories are placed in
Nifty for the enjoyment of its readers and are not to be copied and/or
distributed without the approval of the author.


A few weeks back I visited with a reader that had contacted me with a
promise to give me an exciting story if I would stop by their hotel room
while they were in town. That's not all I was promised, since my fondness
for panty covered cock and sissy suck sessions is well known. However that
has nothing to do with how one 'girl' finally got to live out a fantasy of
forty years. Like many Amber Fountaine stories, this one is the result of a
reader contacting me with a story they'd like for me to write out for them
and publish. Unusual though is the request that the names and locations
have barely been changed.


					Forty Year Fantasy
				  As told to Amber Fountaine

	Charles Davin Wright Jr. was the apple of his daddy's eye for six
years. Then, unexpectedly, he was gifted with a baby sister and Davin, at
least in his opinion, barely got noticed.
	Rather than call him Little Charley or Junior, a couple of the
nicknames his parents had tried, when he was ready for schooling, they
decided to use his middle name. Elementary school was the first time that
Davin noticed that there was much difference between the boys and
girls. The only girl in his neighborhood that was his age was such a tomboy
that they considered Jenny one of the gang. But in school, at recess, Jenny
wasn't allowed to play with them and instead was sent off to play with the
girls. When Davin asked Jenny about it, she explained that it probably had
something to do with her not having one of those things that boys had. All
she knew for sure was that it had something to do with boys and girls being
different and the school said she wasn't to play with the guys.
	So Davin had gone to his mom, who'd immediately sent him to his
dad, who had stammered out some story about boys having a pee-pee that
girls didn't have and how girls were not supposed to be playing the rough
games that boys played. That explanation left Davin more confused than
ever.
	For one thing, Davin was sure that Jenny had to have some sort of
pee-pee because just like the boys, every so often when they were playing
Jenny had to run to the bathroom to pee. And as far as not being able to
play boy's games, Davin knew that was wrong too. Jenny could run faster
than he could and out wrestle him too. Jenny, and his friend Bobby, had
both told him a couple of times that he was more of a girl than Jenny.
	Then his mom had gotten pregnant and not long before his mom went
to the hospital, Davin was told he would soon have a little sister that
they'd already decide to name Natalie. To his way of thinking, that meant a
girl like Jenny and all he was concerned about was how long it would take
for her to get big enough for him to play with.
	Davin didn't understand about birth procedures or
complications. All he knew at the time was that his mom had to go to the
hospital to have the baby and would be there for a while and that Jenny's
mom had volunteered to keep Davin at their house until his mom was back
home and able to look after him. That was fine with Davin, since they were
out of school for the summer and he could play with Jenny. That short
period that Davin would later remember as being about two weeks was the
beginning of Davin's real education.
	First had been Jenny's mom and dad making Davin sleep in the den on
the couch instead of sharing Jenny's bed. Whenever he and Bobby spent the
night together they always shared the same bed. He was told that boys and
girls don't sleep together and that didn't make sense because Jenny's mom
and dad, just like his mom and dad, slept together all the time. On top of
that, he'd been told that when they brought his new sister home from the
hospital, that she'd be sleeping in his room - and she was a girl.
	So he asked Jenny about it and she explained it was something else
that had to do with them being different. When he still didn't understand,
she showed him.
	He was amazed. "How do you pee?" It was a perfectly understandable
question to him.
	"I sit down."
	That didn't explain anything. "But there's not a pee-pee to let the
pee come out."
	"I don't need one if I sit down," she explained and when that still
didn't make sense to Davin, she showed him, letting him kneel between her
legs while she peed in the toilet. Davin was so fascinated that he pleaded
with her to let him watch every time she needed to go. Not only was she
happy to indulge Davin's new fascination, she even allowed him to use his
hands to play with her bare slit.
	Then over the next year or so, Davin noticed a big change in the
way he was treated. Where before his dad had always picked him up as soon
as he was home, now Davin was greeted, but it was Natalie that was picked
up and played with. "You're getting to be a big boy," was the explanation
for that.
	And that brought up another area of contention to Davin. He was
daddy's 'Big Boy' and Natalie was daddy's 'Princess'. That didn't seem fair
to him. If he was a 'Big Boy' then Natalie should be a 'Little Girl' or if
Natalie was a 'Princess' then he should be a 'Prince'. There was some
growing resentment there and instead of addressing the issue, his parents
had laughed it off.
	It didn't help when his folks added a large, third bedroom on the
back of the house and gave the baby their old bedroom, explaining that when
Natalie got bigger, she'd need the extra closet space because girls had so
much more clothes than boys. That didn't make sense to Davin because with
the exception of Jenny, girls didn't do anything to get their clothes
dirty. So why could they possibly need more clothes? He was becoming more
certain every day that it was much better to be a girl than to be stuck
being a boy.
	Then had come the diapering and bedwetting thing. That too seemed
unfair to Davin. For as far back as he could remember, he'd had a problem
with wetting the bed. By this time, Natalie was three and almost out of
diapers. If she wet the bed it was no big deal. But Davin had been kept in
diapers until he'd been four or five and had been diapered at night right
up to the time he started school. He still had an accident at night
occasionally and both Bobby and Jenny had told him that they did too. But
to hear his folks, you'd think that Davin was the only child that ever wet
the bed.
	If Davin hadn't already been thinking along the same lines, he sure
was after Jenny suggested, "Too bad you weren't born a girl," and Davin had
answered sincerely, "I wish I was."
	That summer Jenny's mom had watched after Davin and Natalie while
their mom was at work. It wasn't unusual for Davin and Jenny to go back to
Davin's house for a few hours during the day and that's when Jenny put
Davin back in diapers for the first time just for fun. All that summer,
when Jenny's mom put the babies - Natalie and Jenny's little brother Eric -
down for their afternoon nap, Davin and Jenny would often go to Davin's
house and Jenny would 'baby' Davin, turning him into her little girl for a
couple of hours. Sometimes they'd take some of Jenny's clothes next door
and Jenny would dress Davin as a big girl. Davin came to think of that
summer as the very best of his life.
	By the time Davin entered his teens, his little sister was in
elementary school and Davin became fascinated by the way his mom dressed
her in little short dresses that let Natalie's ruffled panties show. It
seemed to Davin as if Natalie got to show off her pretty underwear. Then at
age sixteen, it all came together for Davin with the help of his cousin
Karen.  Davin's mom had been raised in the mid-west, had gone to California
to attend college, and had met and married Davin's dad. When her parents
retired not too long after that, they had moved to the east coast to be
near one of his great-grandparents. Davin's Aunt Sarah, his mom's sister,
had married a guy from the east coast and they'd settled in that area
too. Once, when Davin had been around seven, they'd tried driving to the
east coast and back on a two week vacation and it hadn't worked at all.
	To begin with, he'd acted like a snot because the stated purpose
was to show off the new baby. Added to that was being cooped up in the car
for days at a time coming, and going, and it had turned into the vacation
from Hell! So it was never repeated. From then on his mom would fly to the
east coast for a week to see relatives or one of their relatives would come
out west for a few days. What little Davin remembered of his cousin Karen
was not at all like what he was greeted with when his Aunt and Uncle and
their two daughters came out west on their much longer vacation.
       For Davin, his cousin Karen was almost like love at first sight. He
was totally enamored by her. Not quite a year older, she was a full grown
woman in his eyes and a real fox. His younger cousin Christie was well on
her way to being drop dead gorgeous too, but being two years younger than
Davin, he hardly noticed her. It didn't bother Davin at all that Karen
teased and taunted him.
       One of the first things Karen said to him was, "Christie and I are
supposed to sleep in your bed. I hope you don't still wet it."  Davin did
his best to make her think it had been at least ten years since he'd done
that and he might have gotten her to buy it if his mom hadn't insisted that
Davin put clean sheets on his bed for the girls and they'd been standing
there when the stained mattress had come into view.
       He'd sworn to them it was an old, old stain. As if to show them how
little they believed him, both girls had pointed out that there were really
several stains, and then each had checked to see if the mattress was still
damp, like possibly he'd wet it just the night before.  Of course it
wasn't. It had been over a year since Davin had last had an 'accident' of
that nature.
       Since entering puberty, there'd been three or four times when he'd
been dreaming he was someplace taking a piss and had woken to discover he
was wetting the bed. In each case, he'd barely wet himself or the mattress
before waking, but the fact that he'd done it in his teens was enough to
make him blush in front of his cousins, as if they could read his mind and
knew he was lying about it being ten years or more.
       Then the first time his mom and dad, and aunt and uncle had left the
kids to go somewhere, Davin had gone to his room to get something and his
cousins had told him, "This is a girl's room now. Boy's aren't allowed."
       In coming years, Davin would remember what happened next in two
different ways. In one, he suggested he become one of the girls, and in the
other, it was Karen that made the suggestion. In either case, what mattered
was that Karen had dressed Davin in one of her nighties and a pair of
panties and they'd called Davin 'Darla' for the day. What Davin did
remember for sure was that the next time the kids had the house to
themselves and Karen asked what they should do, Davin had eagerly suggested
that he could be 'Darla' again.
       Before his cousins went home, Karen had dressed Davin as a girl
several times, including having him wear one of his mom's dresses and
makeup. A couple of times they'd put him in diapers and insisted he wear
them until they were soaked. He was as amazed as anyone to find that
wetting those diapers on purpose was just as exciting in his teens as it
had been when Jenny had diapered him. More important to Davin's eventual
future, they talked about boys and what they wanted to do to them just as
if 'Darla' was a horny young girl too.
       Karen admitted to having played with several boys' pricks and
putting one in her mouth. Chrissie said she hadn't even seen a boy's dick
yet and Karen suggested that Darla's would be the perfect one for her to
fondle for the first time. Davin - or Darla - wasn't even asked if he'd be
willing. The mound he made in the panties they put on him spoke for itself.
       Three more times before they left, Davin's cousins had him dressed
in lingerie and he and Chrissie would take turns jacking his cock as Karen
watched and gave instructions. She also talked about finding Darla a
boyfriend to play with so Darla could enjoy playing with a boy's cock and
sucking on it. 'Darla' always denied wanting to do that, but whether by
coincidence or not, when Karen could tell from the look on his face that he
was close to shooting off, she'd tell him to think about a big hard cock in
his mouth, filling sissy Darla's mouth with cum, and he'd fire volley after
volley of his own cum, sometimes clear across the room.
       While Davin tried to convince himself that those days with his
cousins had been all their idea, and that he had no intention of ever being
a sissified boy or doing anything sexual with a boy, the images they'd
created in Davin's mind wouldn't go away. If he had the house to himself,
as often as not, he'd use one of Natalie's diapers, or find some of his
mom's lingerie to put on, or both, and would jack off wearing it, wondering
what it would feel like to stroke another boy's cock instead of his own. At
some point, still in his teens, Davin began to taste, and later save and
swallow his cum, telling himself he was only doing it to keep his jacking
off a secret from his parents, who had questioned a suspicious stain on the
toilet tank.
       After high school, Davin had entered the Army, become a medic, and
spent his four year enlistment growing up physically and mentally, and
gaining experience with the opposite sex. He'd been a virgin when he
enlisted, but not when he was discharged, thanks to a young lady that he'd
met while going through medic training at Ft. Sam Houston. Maybe that was
why, when he got discharged, he decided to move to San Antonio to go back
to college. But not before spending a few weeks with his parents and little
sister and renewing his love for lingerie.
       By then, his little sister Natalie was anything but little. She
could look him straight in the eye and had a gorgeous figure. And while she
wouldn't admit it to their folks, she readily told Davin that she was boy
crazy. "I don't let them fuck me," she said, like it was no big thing, "But
I love to play with them." Then she'd given him a coy, sexy smile and said,
"You know what I mean."
       Davin knew. It meant that any guy that took his sister out on a date
was almost guaranteed at least a hand job. To make matters worse, and since
they were both home alone during the day, Natalie seldom dressed in
anything except sexy lingerie. She slept in either a short baby-doll
nightie or skimpy panties and a t-shirt. If she took a shower to go
somewhere or if one of her friends was visiting, Natalie would be running
around the house in sexy bras and panties. Davin lasted exactly one week
from getting home before he was wearing her clothes and beating his
meat. And just like when Karen and Chrissie had visited six years earlier,
his fantasies began to include boys - in this case the ones that Natalie
went out with. He would envision himself as Natalie, playing with those
boy's cocks and sucking them off.
       Over the next two weeks Davin that was home, he figured he must have
jacked off at least fifty times and knew he had to get out of there before
his cock fell off. Natalie would be going back to school before too long
and it could only get worse with the house all to himself and her clothes
to play with. Fortunately, because of doing well on some college level
courses he'd taken while in the Army, he'd been accepted into the new
School of Nursing at the Health Science Center, back in San Antonio. So
after hiding two pair of Natalie's panties and one nightgown in his
suitcase, Davin left home for good.
       San Antonio in the seventies was an exciting place to be for a young
man Davin's age.  While he wasn't able to locate the young lady that had
made a man of him, there were plenty more like her to choose from and he
had no problems in the love life department - not that he had to do much
looking. There was only one other guy in nursing school and that guy
readily admitted to being gay. The rest of the students, all female, looked
like they'd come straight from some beauty pageant. He considered himself
to be the 'token ugly' since the women were all so beautiful.
       Because of a dire need for male RNs, Davin was hired right out of
school by the local VA hospital. Within two years, he'd met and married
another staff member, Ashley, and when she was offered a better position at
the VA hospital in Durham, North Carolina, Davin was able to catch up with
all those east coast relatives he hadn't seen in years, including Karen and
Christie who went out of their way to let Davin's wife know about 'Darla'
and their summer of making Davin into a girl.
       Davin expected Ashley to say almost anything but, "So that's what's
been happening to my clothes."
       Of course Karen and Christie, thinking by that remark that Davin
still enjoyed those things, went on to tell Ashley the whole story,
including how they'd diapered him too. Davin wanted to crawl under the
table when Christie said, "We were really surprised that he'd married a
real woman. We thought sure he'd hook up with another guy in a dress."
       Later, in the car, Davin asked Ashley why she'd said what she'd said
about her clothes since the reality was that he'd resisted the many
temptations he'd had. She told him she'd once dated a guy that wore women's
clothes and that it hadn't bothered her at all and she'd always suspected
that most men did and that he probably did too when she wasn't
around. Since she seemed to be okay with it, he told her he thought about
it and wouldn't mind doing it, and had been tempted a time or two with her
clothes being so accessible, but that he hadn't - at least so far. Ashley
had responded that he could, and should, and within weeks Davin was
dressing as Darla for their mutual enjoyment.
       What Karen and Christie hadn't mentioned was Christie jacking off
Darla or their teasing Darla about finding him a cock to suck. However
Ashley had been around a bit before meeting Davin and the first time he
dressed as Darla for her, she had asked why Karen and Christie had expected
him to hook up with another guy in drag. "Do you enjoy sex with guys and
they know about it?" she asked
       Again he was surprised that Ashley wasn't upset by the idea that her
husband might have a gay side any more than she'd been to learn he loved
lingerie. Davin explained that his having a boy friend had been strictly a
matter of their imagination and that it was only in later years, when he'd
masturbate while dressed, that he'd begun to think about trying it with
another guy.
       Ironically, at the time they'd moved, they'd been talking about
getting into the open relationship thing that was so popular with people
their age in the seventies. Ashley had admitted to having had a girlfriend
that she'd been intimate with and wouldn't mind experimenting with a
three-some or even a four-some with another couple. With Davin's admission
that he was curious about bisexuality, they decided to keep their eyes open
for a likely looking 3rd or 4th person to join them in bed. Davin, without
trying to be too eager, had suggested Ashley's best friend Anne, a
stunningly beautiful woman back in San Antonio that had promised to
visit. Without seeming to be upset, or giving any explanation, Ashley told
him that Anne wouldn't be interested. Davin decided to cool it, not to make
any more suggestions, and let Ashley do the picking.
       As luck would have it, at about that same time, because they both
worked in the medical field, they began to hear things and read reports of
some horrible new venereal disease that attacked the immune system of gay
men. Then they heard of the first female victim, that the name had been
changed from GRID to AIDS, and instead of having two people joining them in
bed as they'd discussed, they decided to have two kids instead.  There was
only one time while the kids were growing up that Davin gave into the urge
to do something kinky behind Ashley's back. They'd agreed that if he spent
any time at all as Darla, other than slipping into bed in a nightie once in
a while, or wearing some of her panties to work, it would be when they went
on vacation together without the kids or the kids were both gone and there
was no chance of them being caught at it. So two or three times a year
Ashley had a lesbian lover named Darla. But then their youngest, a boy
named Sean, showed signs of following in his dad's footsteps as a
bedwetter. Sean was wearing the largest possible size toddler diapers to
bed at night and then Davin discovered that if the boy didn't wet his
diaper, Ashley threw it away anyway.
       From out of nowhere, Davin decided those diapers were too good to
waste and he would save the dry diaper, pull it apart so he could get into
it, wear a pair of Ashley's panties over it, and wet it until it
leaked. Then he would jack off in the wet diaper and tell himself he'd
never do it again. It was well over a year later, when Sean no longer
needed diapers, that Davin, with the diapers not around to tempt him, was
able to quit.
       Then the summer that Sean was leaving for college Davin's life took
a hard turn - hard in more ways than one. To any outsider, Ashley and Davin
were the ideal couple. They never seemed to fight, had one grown daughter
Rebecca, recently married and promising grand kids 'soon', and a son that
had been valedictorian of his graduating class and had been accepted into
the Air Force Academy. Because Becky hadn't finished college and Sean was
on a scholarship, Davin was able to take the money he'd put aside for their
education and pay off the mortgage on the house. They'd talked of retiring
early, and a few other things before Ashley dropped the bomb.
       Sean was gone to the coast for a final weekend fling with his high
school buddies and with him gone a few days, Ashley was having a great time
with Darla. They had just had sex and as usual, Darla had gone down on
Ashley to retrieve his seed and give her one more orgasm.  As Ashley
fluttered back to earth, she mumbled, "I'm going to miss that most of all."
       "Miss what? Did I miss something?"
       Suddenly Ashley was completely serious, a look he'd seen but two or
three times in their twenty-five years together. "Sweetie," she began,
"I've made up my mind. You can have a divorce if you want one, but I'm
leaving next month as soon as Sean is out of the house."
       Davin was stunned. At the same time that he felt like he was on
fire, he also felt like there was ice water in his veins. Somehow he
managed to breath in enough air to get a word out, but it was just a word
and barely audible. "What?" Then, thinking his feminine attire of a bustier
and stockings might be the cause of the problem, he promised to take them
off and never wear them again.
       Ashley almost laughed. "Sweetie," she said, stroking his cheek. "If
it wasn't for Darla, I might have left a long time ago." Then she went on
to explain how she had always been hopelessly in love with her friend Anne,
who, she finally told him, had been a confirmed lesbian since they'd been
teens. She told Davin that while she'd never cheated on him with another
man, she and Anne had been lovers every time they'd gotten together,
including the night of their wedding when Anne had gone with Ashley to help
her change clothes.
       Davin didn't know what to say. Ashley's family was back in San
Antonio and so was Anne, who was now a vice president at a big insurance
company. Davin got along with Ashley's family okay, but at the same time,
if he never saw them again he wouldn't miss them. So it had been customary
for Ashley to fly to San Antonio a couple of times a year, or more, and now
Davin knew it had been more to visit Anne than it had been to see her
parents.  "What about the kids?" was all he could think to ask.  "Becky
knows," she told him. "She caught Anne and I kissing a few years ago and
figured it out. When she asked, I was honest about it. And I think there's
a good chance she's told Sean. But I don't know. I'll leave it up to you to
speak to him and tell him as much as you think he should know. And for that
matter, Becky knows about Darla too. Don't ask me how or how long or
anything else. She wouldn't tell me. She thinks you being Darla is the
reason I married you. She may be right. I've often thought the same
thing. Anyway, Anne told me two years ago that any time I was ready, she
wanted me to live with her."
       Then she shifted gears again. "What about you? Have you really never
been with a man all this time? I know you want to. And the way you love to
lick up your cum . . . I can't believe you've never tried sucking off a
guy."
       Darla was too stunned to think about his own fantasies at the
moment, but in weeks to come, it was something that would predominate his
thoughts. Ashley had been the only one he'd ever told about his fantasies
and now, as she prepared to leave him for another woman, she was urging him
to make it happen.
       As another of life's ironies, now that he had no reason not to, he
no longer had near the desire to make it come true. It had started back
when he'd been sixteen and his cousins had dressed him and teased him about
Darla finding a boyfriend to suck. Throughout high school, the Army, and
his first year of nursing school, Davin would occasionally masturbate to
that fantasy, imagining himself to be a gorgeous woman servicing a guy with
a humongous cock that he could barely fit in his mouth. As a medic he'd
seen quite a few men's cocks and a few he'd considered extra gorgeous were
permanently embedded in the fantasy section of his brain.
       Then in the second year of nursing school, during the semester when
they were broken up into small groups and put on rotations, one of the
girls that had been on the ER rotation told them about a guy that had come
in over the weekend that had been in a wreck and when they took off his
clothes, he'd been wearing a bra, panties, a garter belt, and stockings
instead of male underwear. They had all laughed and giggled and joked about
the guy, but from that day forward, it became part of Davin's fantasy.
       Up to then, he'd never considered the possibility of meeting another
cross-dresser as a result of his occupation. Now it became an
obsession. When he was hired by the VA, he didn't hesitate to ask for the
ER and had been there now for so long that he constantly corrected the
doctors who were usually new and just out of medical school. Even the Chief
of Medicine had told the staff to defer to Davin if there was a
question. With almost thirty years of experience, there wasn't much that
Davin hadn't seen. The exception had been a guy in lingerie. Out of the
thousands of patients that had come through the ER while he was on duty,
not once did he see a guy in lingerie. But then, unlike the county hospital
where his nursing school classmate had seen the guy she'd told them about,
at the VA they didn't see that kind of patient nearly as much. Mostly at
the VA it was old guys with heart attacks and injuries from a fall. He
might see a cock he really admired from time to time, but no lingerie. So
while it was still a recurring fantasy, it was one that Davin doubted would
ever come true.
       Then one day they'd gotten a transfer from the county
hospital. County had stabilized the guy and after discovering his VA card,
had sent him across the road where Davin sent him straight to x-ray. It was
while the guy was gone for pictures that one of the nursing aids from
county came over with two plastic bags and one big smile.
       "They forgot to send these. Belongs to the tinker-bell with the
broken hip," she said with a grin. "He must not have been able to handle
the high-heels."
       Davin flushed but somehow managed to be nonchalant as he took the
two bags. When he thought no one was watching, he glanced in the bags and
saw not only a dress and high heels, but a wig and what appeared to be some
very nice lingerie. Thinking quickly, he stashed the bags under a counter
where they weren't likely to be noticed, and his luck held. The bags were
still there the following day.
       Davin waited until his shift was nearly over, then suddenly
discovered the bags and offered to take them to the guy, now recovering
from surgery on the fourth floor. Instead, Davin took the bags home, rinsed
out the lingerie, dropped the dress off at the cleaners, and then made a
point to go in an hour early the following day.
       There was no reason why Davin couldn't follow up on a patient that
had come in through the ER but it was unusual for him to do so. To allay
the floor nurses suspicions, he told her, "Guy came in yesterday with a
broken hip. Carl something. I'm pretty sure he was my son's little league
coach about ten years ago. How's he doing?" Of course the nurse suggested
that Davin should look in on the guy and with that, he was covered.
       Then he had to make small talk with the guy, who he really didn't
know at all, while a doctor was in the room with a nurse talking to another
patient. When he felt sure it was safe, he told Carl that he'd received the
clothes that Carl had been wearing and to keep Carl from being embarrassed,
he'd taken them home and sent the dress to the cleaners. Carl was still
embarrassed, and had wondered what had become of his things. So Davin told
him not to worry, that he liked to dress like that too, and then said he'd
check back with him later.
       One thing Davin had learned in his years with the VA was that if the
hospital had beds, they'd admit someone with the sniffles 'for observation'
or some other lame excuse. And if the hospital was full, you might get sent
home dragging an IV bottle on a rolling stand. It just so happened that
Carl was admitted during a busy time and Davin nearly didn't see him again
before they discharged him.
       "Going home already?"
       "Don't know. I doubt it. But they're telling me I can't stay
here. They're trying to see if they can get a nurse assigned to me or get
me in another hospital that does therapy or something. I live by myself in
a second floor apartment."
       "Stay with me," Davin said so quick it surprised him. Then he
explained to Carl that he lived alone in a three bedroom house, that he'd
already told the head nurse a story about Carl being his son's baseball
coach, and assured Carl that he didn't mind at all. "I can even loan you a
nightie, if that's what you prefer," he added with a wink.
       Nighties or not, Carl was having a hard time accepting that anyone
would make such an offer to a stranger. "You don't mind cleaning my bed pan
or changing my diaper or whatever they decide I should use?"
       "If it was me," Davin said in conspiring way, "I'd go for the
diapers. I used to wear them for fun and I'd love to have a good excuse to
do it again."
       "No shit - me too." Staying with Davin was beginning to sound like a
very good idea.
       "See," Davin said smiling. "Look at all we have in common. I'd love
the chance to talk to you some more." Then he went about using his
connections, getting Carl transferred to his house by ambulance, a
vocational nurse assigned to watch Carl for a couple of weeks whenever
Davin had to be at work, and a full box of medium adult diapers tagged onto
Carl's prescription.
       For two days and nights, the two men talked. Davin changed Carl's
diapers, fondled his cock a time or two, and both men knew there'd
eventually be a sexual side to their new relationship, but Davin didn't
rush it. "When you've waited forty years," he told Carl, "A day or two more
isn't going to matter."
       Carl admitted that he'd recently lost his wife to cancer and while
he'd had several sexual experiences with men in his fifty-eight years, it
was only within the last few weeks that he'd met someone again. He told
Davin how he'd gotten all dressed up to go out with a guy named Roger and
had fallen just before Roger was due to pick him up. He'd made up a story
about being at a masquerade party to cover his being dressed as a woman.
       It was the morning of the third day of Carl's recovery at Davin's
house when Davin had given in to his fantasy. Dressed as Darla, he was
changing Carl's soggy diaper and suddenly had to have that big, wet,
beautiful, purple head in his mouth. That it tasted of Carl's piss only
added to the erotic thrill that shot through Darla as she mouthed her first
cock. The medication, and not any lack of skill or ability on Darla's part,
kept Carl from cumming right away. By the time Carl was off the medication
and back on his feet, "Carla" and "Darla" were insatiable sissy lovers. And
when the VA's cheap diapers were used up, the two invested in the best they
could buy so they could enjoy that quirk when the mood struck them. Almost
five years later, they were still together.

       So there you have it - the story of how one man, or sissy boy, or
whatever you want to call him, finally made his fantasy come true after
forty years. In the few years since then, Davin has retired from the VA and
was in San Antonio with Carl when I visited with them in their hotel room
to get this story. I couldn't help but ask if Darla would be seeing his ex
wife while here and they laughed.
       "That's one of the reasons we're here," he told me. "Ashley and Anne
are exchanging vows and we're invited."
       I couldn't help but tease. "Are you going to be a bride's maid?"
       "I wish!" Darla told me. "But the kids are gonna be here for it
too. Becky just had a baby that I haven't seen yet - my second grand child
- and Sean graduates from flight training at one of the bases later this
week."
       "A shame you're gonna be too busy to have fun," I lamented.
       "Oh I don't know about that," Darla replied with a grin. "We've got
all night. And if you're interested," she said, flipping up the front of
her skirt, "My diaper is VERY wet. Didn't you say liked them that way?"

       Sometimes having a bad reputation can be a very good thing!

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