Date: Sat, 20 Jan 2007 06:53:40 +1100 (EST)
From: Paula Thomas <paulabthomas@yahoo.com.au>
Subject: Jeannie

                           Jeannie

                       By Paula Thomas


  The recording session was finally over.  Six hours of
playing under the magnifying glass of professional
microphones in a recording studio can put one under a lot of
stress.  Oh, I was certainly good enough with my guitar to
pull it off, but when the studio is full of union musicians
the clock is running at several thousand dollars an hour.  A
mistake can be costly, and that's the source of the stress.

  As I put my guitar in its case I mused about what to do
this evening, my first free time in weeks.  Usually I go
drink with my friends, but tonight I thought I might get
dressed up as a woman.  Maybe go out, maybe not, but either
way getting dressed up always relaxes me.  That's what I'll
do, I thought to myself.  I haven't done it in more than a
month, so it's becoming an itch I need to scratch.

  I've been cross dressing since my early teen years, and
now at age 30 I've become very good at it, free to go
anywhere I want as a woman.  Short and slender, with long
auburn hair and delicate features, I easily pass as a woman.
In fact, sometimes I'm mistaken for a woman when I'm dressed
as a guy.

  "Hey Gene," a voice said from across the studio floor.  I
looked up, to see who called my name.  "Over here, I want to
talk to you."  It was Bob, the studio engineer.  Oh great, I
thought, I suppose he'll be asking me for a date again.  "I
was wondering," he said as he approached, "if you'd like to
go out to dinner tonight.  I found a great new Chinese
restaurant nearby."

  "Love to Bobby," I replied, "but I already made plans."
Bob was really a sweet guy, and very good-looking, but also
very gay.  If he was asking for a date, what he was really
asking for was sex.  I've had a couple of brief gay
encounters before.  You know the kind, where you have
quickie oral sex with an anonymous partner, then never see
them again.  It just wasn't my scene.  Frankly, I'd rather
spend the evening alone as a woman than go on a sex date
with Bobby.

  "Plans, Gene?  What plans," he said, pleading a bit.  "You
said earlier you didn't have anything to do tonight.  Why
not dinner with me?"

  I looked up at him as I snapped my guitar case shut.
"Bobby, I'd love to have dinner with you, but the only way
I'd date a man would be if I could go as a woman."  I was
sure that would shut him up, since most gay men don't like
cross dressers.  I just smiled at him as I got up to leave.

  "That would be just great Gene," Bob said with enthusiasm.
"I'd love for you to be a woman tonight.  Can I pick you up
at 8?"

  Trapped by my own too clever scheme, I sighed and said,
"Okay Bobby, pick me up at 8, but just dinner, and maybe a
drink.  Nothing more."

  "Okay by me," he replied quickly, smiling happily.  "See
you at 8 at your place.  I can't wait to see what you'll
look like all dressed up."

  As I drove home I thought about the coming dinner date
with Bobby.  Actually, it won't be bad at all, since I get
to dress up with someplace to go, and he gets the date he's
been pestering me for.  We both win I guess.  Besides, I'd
never actually been on a date dressed en femme.  This just
might be a lot of fun, I thought.

  When I got home I set about to get ready.  First, hot
curlers for my hair, so I could style it in a feminine way.
Then, I took a long, hot bath, shaving my legs and any other
places that needed shaving.  Next, I sat down to apply
makeup.  First, just a bit of foundation, then I colored my
eyebrows with an eyebrow pencil.  Finally, mascara and
eyeliner, followed by a touch of blush, lipstick and
perfume, White Diamonds by Elizabeth Taylor.  I've done this
so many times it was really easy and fast.

  Taking the curlers out, I brushed and styled my hair, then
put on my lingerie.  An ivory bra with breast forms, and
garter came first, then light brown stockings and ivory tap
panties, followed by an ivory half slip.  I tingled with
excitement at the thought of getting dressed up like this
for a date.   Finally, I slipped on a pair of 3" brown
alligator heels.

  A brick red knit top was next, long sleeved with a jewel
neckline.  My skirt was a paisley pattern in brick red,
brown and ivory that fell just below my knees.  I tucked the
top in and added a brown alligator belt.  Last, I put on a
brown and amber beaded necklace and earrings to finish the
look.  Admiring myself in the mirror, I thought I looked
really good.  Instead of being sexy it was a fresh "girl
next door" look, perfect for a dinner date.  I picked up my
brown alligator purse, and I was ready to go.

  I poured a glass of wine and sat in the living room,
waiting for Bobby.  The wine really helped, as I was a bit
apprehensive about how the evening might go.  At exactly 8
o'clock he knocked on the door and I opened it, smiling at
him.  He just stood there, in awe of my appearance.  "Wow!
You look fantastic Gene," he exclaimed.  He took my hand,
kissing it lightly in a gentlemanly manner.  "What a lovely
looking lady for my date this evening.  I had no idea you
could look this good.  You are really beautiful."

  "Thank you Bobby," I said softly, as I closed the door,
"but tonight it's Jeannie, okay?  Tonight I'm a woman and I
want you to call me by my femme name."

  "Jeannie it is, love," he replied, taking my arm to lead
me to his car.  Dinner actually was a lot of fun and
laughter, with Bobby attending to me closely.  We had a
couple of drinks in the restaurant's bar before leaving for
home, and he flirted with me the whole time.  To my surprise
I found myself thoroughly enjoying his company, my
inhibitions chased away by the alcohol.  He was so charming
and handsome I really didn't want the evening to end.  We
drove home in silence, with me lost in thought about
inviting him in for a nightcap.  I knew full well that he
would want to have sex, but I was feeling so good about
being with him.  I began thinking about surrendering to his
charm, and a shiver of excitement went through me.  Finally,
as we arrived, I decided to invite him in, knowing I would
give in to his advances.

  Bobby sat on the couch while I went into the kitchen to
fix us something to drink.  I handed him his drink and sat
down beside him, as he placed his arm around my shoulder.  I
allowed myself to melt in his arms with my head on his
shoulder, inviting him to seduce me.  I found myself more
attracted to him than I first realized.  Almost immediately
he kissed me, lightly at first, then more passionately.

  I responded by returning his passion, my hand around the
back of his neck as I kissed him.  "Bobby," I whispered
softly, "I really enjoyed our evening, and I wish we'd gone
out sooner.  I really like being with you."  I was rapidly
becoming aroused, and I was hoping he felt the same.

  "Jeannie," he said softly, "You look so beautiful tonight,
I can't take my eyes off you.  I really want you baby.  I've
dreamed about this moment for months."  He kissed me, as he
began lightly rubbing the inside of my leg.  His hand felt
wonderful on my stocking.  Slowly, his hand crept up, until
it came to rest on my now burning erection.  .

  "Oh Bobby," I moaned, "that feels so good," I said, as I
pulled my skirt up for him.  He began slowly stroking my
cock through my panties, the satin fabric adding to the
sensation.  As my erection grew to rock hard proportions he
slipped my panties off, and slid down on the floor.  He
looked up at me briefly, and our eyes met.   "Please, I want
you to," I said, breathing heavily now.

  He kissed my erection lovingly, finally sliding his mouth
down my shaft, sucking hungrily as his tongue swirled around
it like a snake.  It felt wonderful, as he moved up and
down, while my erection grew painfully hard, my breathing
now shallow and fast.  "Oh baby, oh," I moaned softly,
placing my hands on the back of his neck.  "Oh Bobby, that
feels so good.  Take it deep baby, please."  My hips now
were moving in time with his up and down sucking, my passion
growing like a white-hot fire.

  "Oh, faster baby, faster," I moaned, pulling on his head,
my hips thrusting my screaming erection into his throat.
"Oh Bobby, oh, that feels so good baby," I moaned, and
finally climaxed with a tremendous explosion deep in his
throat.  Wave after wave spurted into his mouth, as he
continued to suck voraciously.  It was, in a word, the most
satisfying climax I'd ever had, and with a guy I actually
had avoided going out with.  Well, that would no longer be
the case.

  Bobby curled up on the couch next to me, his arm around my
shoulder.  Kissing me, he said softly, "How was that babe?
You feeling better now?"  I just looked at him, then kissed
him passionately several times.  I was light headed with
excitement after such a tremendous climax.  My hand went to
the inside of his leg, lightly touching his erection, as I
wanted to reciprocate.

  "Jeannie," he whispered, "I want to make love to you
tonight.  Let's go in the bedroom."  With that he got up,
and pulled me to my feet.  "Sweet, sexy love Jeannie," he
said softly, taking me in his arms.  "Got any lubricant?" he
said as he kissed my ear gently.

  Suddenly, a tingling shot through me, as I realized what
he had in mind.  I'd never done that before, although I
often satisfy myself with a dildo and KY.  I looked at him,
trembling with excitement.  "Yes, Bobby," I said, as I gazed
into his eyes, my heart racing in anticipation.  "It's in
the bedroom.  I'll get it for you.  I've never done this
before though, so I'm nervous."

  "I promise," he said, "I'll be gentle.  You'll love it,
because it'll really make you feel like a woman.  You'd like
that, wouldn't you?"  He kissed me softly as he sat on the
bed.  I turned and began undressing on the other side of the
room.  By the time I got into bed he was already there,
laying on his back, his erection glistening with lubricant.
It looked wonderful, and I slid my hand down and stroked it
slowly, as he moaned, kissing me over and over.

  "Roll over on all four baby," he said softly, "so I can
get you ready."  As I got up on my knees and elbows I felt
his hand applying KY around my opening.  He slid one finger
in, pushing the lubricant farther in, as I gasped with
delight.  Then, two fingers, as the pleasure intensified, my
breathing now rapid and shallow.  Before I knew it, he was
behind me, his erection sliding into me.

  I gasped in surprise, as it seemed a lot bigger now.
Slowly he pushed it deeper.  I cried out softly at the mild
pain, which subsided quickly.  "Oh Bobby," I moaned, "that
feels so good.  Push baby, push deeper."  My hips slowly
started moving against his thrusts, as our passion grew more
intense.  My cock was growing stiff with desire.  "Oh baby,"
I said breathlessly, "I love this.  I love having you fuck
me.  Faster baby, push harder."

  Bobby slowly increased the speed of his thrusts, my hips
pushing in response.  He reached around, taking my hard
erection in his hand and stroking it.  I was burning with
hot passion, feeling like a woman being fucked by her lover.
"Baby," he said, breathing hard, "I know you love this, and
so do I.  I've been wanting to fuck you forever."

  His rhythm increased, his cock plunged deeper still into
me, and I cried out in passion for more.  "Fuck me Bobby," I
cried, "fuck me harder baby."  He pulled my hips toward him
as he thrust into me one final time.  Trembling, his arms
tightly around me, he climaxed in a massive explosion, his
warm seed coursing through me.  As he did, I came on the bed
sheet, more excited than I had ever been before.

  He stayed in me, slowly massaging my back, as I began
finally to relax.  "That was great Jeannie," he said softly,
his face against my back.  "Just great.  Better than I ever
imagined."  Slowly, he withdrew from me, and took me in his
arms as we lay on the bed, in the warm afterglow of great
sex.  Turning to me, he kissed me softly and said, "Would
you like to go out with me again sometime?"

  I smiled warmly, and replied, "Pick me up at 8 tomorrow
night, and we can go to dinner, okay?  I want to get dressed
up for you again."  I kissed him lightly on the cheek.
"Only tomorrow night I want to be on my back when you make
love to me.  I want to be your woman."  He just smiled,
nodding his head.  I was already thinking about which outfit
I would wear.

Paula
paulabthomas@yahoo.com.au