Date: Fri, 12 Aug 2016 02:21:34 +0000 (UTC) From: Beaumonte Bill Subject: Surprising Susan Part 3 Surprising Susan (part 3) Many CDs turn into sluts, just used by horny men, but Susan meets a man with something else in mind. I hope you enjoy this work of fiction. –––––––––––––––––––– Susan dried her tears and kissed me, thanking me for being such a gentleman. She led me to her bedroom, where I helped her choose a suitable dress and helped her put it on. I enjoyed zipping her up – I'm not sure why, but there was something special about it. I knew that I would enjoy unzipping her even more later, however. Susan chose the shoes from last night, which were tall, with four inch heels. I asked her to select a shorter pair, which she did, choosing a more conservative pair with broader, two inch heels. "I want you to wear shorter heels until you have mastered how to walk in them," I said. "Oh Bill," replied Susan, "can you actually teach me how to be a better girl?" "I will teach you what I can," I said, "but I need you to practice seriously." She put on the shoes and I told her to walk for me. She walked across the bedroom and back. "Now Susan dear," I began, "men usually walk by moving each foot directly forward, but women walk by placing one foot nearly in front of the other, almost as if walking a line, or on a gymnast's balance beam." Susan walked for me again, this time following my instructions. I told her it made her hips rock in a very sexy manner, which she loved. "I'm still afraid to go out in public like this," Susan confessed, "but with you at my side I know I can do it." As we drove to the restaurant Susan said, "I don't think my voice will work like this." "You haven't found your femme voice yet," I replied, "so I'll order for you tonight – you won't have to say a thing." Susan smiled at me and placed her hand on mine. I took her hand in mine and held it as we drove. I told her that I would coach her in how to practice talking in a femme voice and she told me she was so glad that I would help her be a real girl." "Susan," I responded, "There is nothing 'unreal' about you! If you have been taking hormones then you already well on your way." "Well maybe," said Susan, "but I still have this thing between my legs." "Did that 'thing' feel good last night?" I asked. "Oh yes!" agreed Susan, "but I'll have to have it removed to be a real girl." "Do you want that surgery?" I asked. "It makes me cringe to think about it," Susan said, "but I suppose I will have to." "You don't have to!" I insisted, "What makes you a woman is not between your legs – it is between your ears!" "You are going to be a complete woman without losing any of your parts," I assured her. "That seems like a miracle," she said. "Then be prepared for a miracle," I replied. We arrived at the restaurant and I told Susan to remain in her seat until I opened the door. "I am a gentleman and you are my lady," I said, "I will open doors for you and you will wait for me to do so." Susan smiled as I got out of the car. I opened the door and offered my hand, which she took graciously. "Now put your hand on my arm as we walk," I said, "and wait for me to open the restaurant door." As we walked I said, "Take shorter steps." Susan adjusted accordingly and I explained, "women take shorter steps than men, and it makes it easier to walk in heels." "How do you know so much about being a girl?" asked Susan. "I've dated girls like you for over fifteen years," I said, "so I've learned a few things along the way." "So you like girls with a dick?" she asked. "I like girls like you," I agreed, "but lets be clear about one thing – you don't have a dick – you have a clitty." "Ok," agreed Susan, "I have so much to learn, and am glad you can teach me." I opened the door for her and soon we were seated. I helped Susan with her chair as a nearby couple looked on. I ordered a couple of iced teas for us and the server left to get our drinks. "That couple was staring at me," said Susan, "Am I that obvious?" "Not at all," I assured her, "They were noticing me helping you with your chair, which isn't done much these days. The woman probably asked her guy why he didn't do it for her." "But when you do that you draw attention to me," she protested. "Yes, which is what I want," I said. "Why?" she said, "I just want to blend in." "I want attention for you in a good way," I assured her, "I want you to be a woman very publicly, and not be hiding." We reviewed the menu and Susan told me what she wanted. When the server returned with our drinks I placed our orders and he left. We talked quietly since Susan was not yet confident of her voice. "I was afraid at first to come here," said Susan, "but at your side I feel a lot more confident. I feel like I could go almost anywhere with you." "Good!" I said, "because we're going to the mall after dinner." "What?" Susan said, with a look of total shock. "We are going to the mall so you can practice walking, and other things," I explained. "But there are thousands of people there," she said, "and they will all see me." "That's the point," I said. "I'll be so humiliated," Susan replied. "Perhaps at first you will be nervous," I responded, "but soon you will grow accustomed to it and you will be comfortable being out in public." "Why are you doing this?" Susan asked. "Susan dear," I said, "I don't want just a 'bedroom girlfriend' or someone I can only take to clubs or gay bars. I want you to be someone I can introduce to my friends and family when the time comes." "Do you really think I could be that passable?" she asked. "You are almost there now," I said, "except that your voice needs some work. Mostly you just need more confidence." "And that is what tonight is about," said Susan, "about giving me confidence." After thinking about it for a bit, Susan added, "I'm scared as hell about this, but I'll do it – just stay with me!" I agreed and with had a delightful meal together, and then drove out to the mall. We walked into the mall, but before entering Susan asked in horror, "What if we meet someone we know?" "People you know as your boy-self won't recognize you," I said, "and if people recognize me I will simply introduce you as my date." "Are you sure?" she asked. "Yes, I'm sure," I insisted, "now stop your stalling and let's get on with this!" We walked the mall and went into several stores. After a time Susan said, "We better go back home – I have to pee." "Use the restroom here," I said. Susan wasn't sure and we had a long discussion before she finally agreed. We went into a large department store, which typically had their own restrooms that were not a busy as the ones in the mall itself. I told Susan to avoid talking with anyone and just go into the stall and pee, then quickly wash her hands and leave. Nervously Susan left me and entered the ladies room. I waited until her return and she smiled at me and said, "That wasn't so bad. There was a woman in there and she just smiled at me." I kissed Susan and she thanked me for making her to things she was too timid to do on her own. We returned to the mall and when we arrived at the public restrooms I said, "Time for another practice." "But I don't have to pee," said Susan. "Just go into a stall and fake it," I said, "This is for practice and building confidence." Susan went in and emerged in a few minutes with a big smile. "I think I'm getting the hang of this now," she said. We continued walking the mall and when we arrived at the next set of restrooms I said, "Ok, this time after you wash your hands, touch up your lipstick – women do that all the time." Susan entered and shortly returned, smiling once again. She gave me a big kiss, smearing her fresh lipstick on my mouth. "Thank you Bill," she said, "For teaching me to be a girl." "You already ARE a girl," I assured her, "I'm just teaching you to act like one." We left the mall and returned to Susan's home. –––––––––––––––––––– To be continued ... Feel free to contact me with your comments or requests. –Bill (oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com) Please support this website by donating to nifty.org