Date: Sun, 23 Jan 2011 17:14:59 +0000
From: yoric <yoric27@hotmail.com>
Subject: transitions part 10 of 10

This is a story written over a period of time (when I had time that is)
consisting of 10 parts. I regard it as highly erotic and covers one persons
journey through 5 years of their life. If you are not into transgenderism
then I suggest that this story is not for you. It is not all about sex, sex
and more sex (granted there is a LOT of sex) but you may need tissues for
other reasons too. A large part of this story concerns the feelings, the
highs as well as the lows of the subject.

If you are offended by acts of a sexual nature, then you may find you are
on the wrong site entirely. If you are too young to be reading this in your
country/region, I will tell your mommy.

If you want to comment please feel free to email me at the address listed
above, if you want to flame please feel free to drop a very large rock onto
your head.

Al persons named and featured in this story are fictional and bear no
resemblance to anyone living, dead or not yet born.

Part 10 – Prologue

I have no idea how long I slept for but Marie woke me by shaking me by the
shoulder, I could still feel the cum between my ass cheeks but I could no
longer feel the man to whom the cum belonged.

"Wakey wakey sleepy head, it's gone 12 and you've been asleep nearly all
morning"

I enquired as to the whereabouts of David and Brian only to be told they
had left hours ago. Marie had seen them to a bank, taken out the money and
paid them. They both protested but she made sure they got the full amount
as agreed and left with the parting promise that next time would be on
them. She told me about Brian's reaction to this morning's performance
which according to him was mind blowing and he had never met anyone other
than David who could take all of his cock inside them first time but that
apparently I never even broke a sweat until later.

We ate breakfast, we chatted, we showered and did all the things we were
supposed to do on a Sunday which was pretty much nothing.

We also talked about my career and I expressed an interest in going back to
work, maybe for the bank now that I was unrecognisable from my former self
and to any colleagues who may still be there. She told me about a vacancy
they had coming up and that I was perfect for the position and was just as
sure that I would get the job.

Monday came and I got notification of an interview date for the following
Thursday, I bought a new trouser suit, got a new hairdo of a short
professional style and on Thursday I got myself a job.

So this is where I am now, sitting at my desk in the compliance sector
running my department. I am good at my job, I am hard but fair, I will not
sleep my way to the top but woe betide those who crosses me, and I am also
eying up an intern. He's not bad looking, about my height but timid. His
personnel file is in front of me and I Google his address, hmmmm a 1
bedroom flat above a shop in Ealing, bit of a scummy area, not from London,
no living relatives, no debts but very little in his account. Maybe it's
time I showed him a little tenderness, or maybe I should show him what he
could be ...

And the circle is complete.


I hope you have enjoyed reading this story, if i have another 6 months, I
may well write another. Emails welcome to yoric27@hotmail.com