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Subject: {ASSM} Cinderella 1 - 06 by Rachael Ross (Transformation, Fantasy, Romance)
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A Cinderella Story
By T.S.Severe

Chapter Six




    I'd kind of debated with myself over keeping my phone. I mean,
Robert's phone. But in the end, I decided to go ahead and use it.
There were a million out there just like it and if someone called,
like Belinda, it would tell me the call was from her and I could just
let it ring. If it didn't tell me, I could just make an excuse. Like,
"Oh! Robert? I think he's in Peru. Sorry." and hang up. It was a
phone, what were they gonna do to me?

    Besides all that, it was the only phone we had, since Evelyn used
the pay phone on the corner when she needed one. Robert's call plan
was paid through the next six months anyway and I really hated to
waste the money. At least, that's what I told myself Sunday morning
when I turned the phone on. I had more voice mail, but it was all the
same stuff I'd heard before. No more death threats though, so that was
cool. Just Belinda mostly, telling me she was going to cut my balls
off, divorce me, and then kill me. Not necessarily in that order. So,
yeah, maybe there were a couple death threats in there.

    "Hey!" 

    "What?" Evelyn turned, smiling at me as I took her picture. "Don't
do that!"

    "I need some new wallpaper," I said, taking another picture with
my phone just because she was so pretty it almost hurt to look at her.

    Nobody would ever say Evelyn was beautiful, except me, but you
know what I mean. She wasn't cute either, not in some cuddly, snuggly
way that a lot of Asian girls seem to be. But she was definitely
pretty, I thought. Evelyn had her own style, her own unique thing
going. Guys would look at her, people would notice her red hair and
almond eyes, but nobody would ever really know just how special she
was until they spent some time getting to know her. Sixty minutes, I
thought. An hour. That's all it would take to see how beautiful Evelyn
was. That's how long it had taken me.

    She'd dressed in her tomboy clothes, as I liked to call them,
straight leg jeans and a black t-shirt tucked in, a loose flannel
shirt with the sleeves rolled up over that. And although she was very
feminine, Evelyn didn't own but two or three dresses. She didn't have
a lot of makeup either. She liked being a girl, I knew that, but she
didn't go for all the trappings of her gender and in that way we were
very different. I was addicted to being a girl and everything that
went with it.

    "Why are you looking at me like that?" she asked, pulling some
crimson hair out of her eyes as the wind came up. Her oriental face
became animated with even the smallest attention from me, full of
curious good humor. Evelyn seemed almost surprised by my interest it
seemed, and I was still trying to figure her out.

    "Because," I shrugged and she reached for my hand, pulling me
towards the stairs and the elevated train station above us.

    "I like this," she said, looking around and it was a little more
crowded than we might have expected. But it was the first real spring
day of the year and a lot of people had been waiting for it.

    "What's that?" I wondered.

    "This," Evelyn said with a soft laugh. "Everyone is staring at
you."

    "Um..." I glanced around and she was right, but I hadn't really
noticed. I think I was getting used to it, to tell the truth.

    "You look like a movie star," Evelyn whispered, leaning close and
that made me grin.

    "In this outfit?" I asked her with a sarcastic roll of my big blue
eyes. 

    I was wearing those old, second hand jeans, which were very snug
and comfortable. My daisy top was showing off my braless breasts and
perpetually hard nipples. The leather jacket Evelyn had given me was
unzipped and falling open. I'd hoped to really dress down and look
like anyone else, or at least something less than breathtaking, but it
wasn't working.

    "Like it matters! You look hot whatever you wear." It was Evelyn's
turn to roll her eyes at my doubtful face and she was putting her arm
around my waist while we waited for the train. I think she liked that
the most, letting people know we were together.

    "Are you famous?" some kid asked me, like a ten or twelve year old
boy who was standing with his parents.

    "What?" I looked down at him and his dad was suddenly tugging at
the boy's jacket, apologizing and red-faced. It was weird.

    "Yeah," Evelyn said and I stared at her. "She's famous, don't you
recognize her?"

    "Don't say that!" I almost laughed, but mostly I couldn't believe
what my girlfriend was saying.

    "Can I have your autograph?" some guy asked me, a skinny teenaged
boy who looked like he'd faint if I smiled at him.

    "I'm not famous," I said, swallowing hard and grabbing Evelyn's
hand. I pulled her away, towards the far end of the platform. People
were talking about me now, trying to figure out who I was.

    "Don't be mad," Evelyn giggled. "It's fun. Come on, relax a
little."

    "Evelyn!" I sighed, searching for a way to explain that even if it
was fun, it was still bad. I couldn't afford to draw attention to
myself. I didn't even exist and whether they knew it or not, Baron
Carlisle and whoever he was in business with were looking for Cindy.
If they ever figured that out, famous was the last thing I wanted to
be!

    "Alright," Evelyn pouted playfully. "I won't do it anymore. But
you shoulda signed that guy's autograph."

    "Stop!" I made a little face, trying my best to look unhappy, but
I'd already forgiven the girl completely. 

    "It's your fault anyway," she said, putting her hands on my hips.

    "My fault?"

    "For being so beautiful," Evelyn said and then she wanted to kiss
me in front of half of New York. I didn't stop her.

	=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

    I knew my way around Manhattan pretty well, obviously, since that
was where I'd used to work, but I'd never spent much time in Greenwich
Village. A couple day trips with Belinda when she wanted to impress
some friends at an art show or whatever, that was about it. We'd never
really gone out to relax and just have fun, but that's exactly what
Evelyn wanted to do and she knew where we were going.

    "All my friends are artists," she said. "Don't ask me why."

    "Why?"

    "Shush!" Evelyn giggled. "We'll go in here first, but don't
believe anything you hear about me."

    "This sounds like fun," I grinned at her and caught the etching on
the plate glass windows. "First Impressions?"

    "Yeah," Evelyn shrugged. "It's an art gallery, you know."

    Ten minutes later I was getting the third degree over a double
cappuccino from one of Evelyn's oldest and bestest friends in the
city. Or so the woman claimed. Denise didn't look like much of an
artist, but then again, I hadn't met very many either. Her hair was
blonde with blue tips and black roots, her eyes hiding behind thick,
rectangular glasses with big black frames, and her dress was kinda
like the one Mary Poppins wore in that old Disney movie. Seriously.
Denise looked like a punk, thirty year old au pair to me and it was
kind of hard to take her seriously. Especially when she opened her
mouth.

    "She's fuckin' hot," Denise said, looking at me and speaking to
Evelyn, I thought. Except Evelyn was using the bathroom just then and
it was only the two of us sitting on a settee sort of thing made out
of newspapers. So maybe she was talking about Evelyn, I wasn't sure.

    "This coffee is great," I said, just to say something.

    "It's not fuckin' coffee." Denise stared at me. "You like Evie,
huh?"

    "Yeah." I cleared my throat.

    "Yeah," Denise said. "You like fuckin' Evie, huh?"

    "Uh..." I looked around, but Evelyn was nowhere in sight.

    "Where you fuckin' workin' now?"

    "Where do I work? Oh, um...The Brookline Members Club."

    "Fuckin' members club?"

    "It's in midtown," I nodded. "Sort of a gentleman's club, you
know?"

    "Fuckin' midtown," Denise nodded.

    "Yeah," I agreed. "I'm an entertainer. Kinda."

    "You fuckin' Madonna or somethin'?"

    "Me?" I laughed. "No. I haven't fucked Madonna since she moved to
fuckin' England. What's your excuse?"

    I was getting a little pissed.

    "I fuckin' love her," Denise smiled at me and I thought she meant
Madonna for a second there.

    "Me too! Isn't she great?" Evelyn sighed, sitting next to me with
a possessive hug.

    "She's fuckin' incredible," Denise agreed.

    "I'm, um...I think I'll look around a little," I decided. "Give you
and your friend a chance to catch up. Okay?"

    "Sure," Evelyn nodded and she gave me a soft kiss on the lips
before letting me go. I think she knew a little Denise went a long
fuckin' way.

	=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

    "Did you have fun today?" Evelyn asked me, and I was more or less
curled up in the crook of her arm.

    "Yeah," I said. "I had fun. Some of your friends are a little..."

    "Weird," Evelyn laughed. "I know. Sorry about that."

    "Nah. Don't apologize. It was fun."

    "Okay," she sighed and we were quiet for awhile, listening to
Wolfman Jack on the radio. Some station played old tapes of him on
Sunday nights, complete with all that funky music from the sixties and
seventies. It was kind of romantic, actually, and pure New York City.
We had the candles burning and I was thinking we should have bought a
little wine or something to go with them.

    "They're not really my friends," Evelyn said softly and I didn't
know what to say. "I mean, they're more Stacy's friends than mine. I
never really had any."

    "Stacy?" I tilted my head so I could see her. "The girl who went
to Toronto?"

    "Yeah," Evelyn said. "She didn't, um...Stacy didn't really leave
me."

    "Okay."

    "I kind of kicked her out."

    "You don't have to explain anything to me," I said gently.

    "I don't know," she took a deep breath. "Maybe I do. I thought she
was cheating on me."

    "She had another girlfriend?"

    "Yeah," Evelyn said. "I didn't actually catch her or anything, but
I heard about it, you know."

    "Okay."

    "And I'd get really mad and, um..."

    "What?"

    "Are you seeing anyone else?" Evelyn asked me softly.

    "Evelyn," I sighed, pushing myself up so I could face her.

    "I know about that thing with Cicero," she said. "That was just
one time, right?"

    "One time," I told her. "I'm not seeing anyone else but you, I
promise."

    "I was so scared." Evelyn breathed.

    "What? When?" I leaned forward, trying to understand where this
mood was coming from. We'd had a good day together and it was still
reasonably early; I didn't know what was bothering her.

    "The day I met you," she said. "Thursday."

    "I don't understand," I said. "Scared of what?"

    "Of you," Evelyn whispered. "I still am. A little. Why do you like
me?"

    "I love you," I smiled at her.

    "You're so perfect though."

    "No," I laughed lightly, shaking my head to show her how silly
that was. "I'm not perfect, Evelyn."

    "When you told me your name, I could barely breathe," she said. "I
was so scared I'd trip or say something stupid."

    "Really?" I reached for her legs, stroking her thighs with both
hands through the jeans she was wearing. "I didn't see any of that."

    "And when I...touched you," she laughed nervously. "God! I thought
you were going to get mad."

    "Me? I was the one who was scared!" I grinned at her. "I had no
idea what I was doing."

    "I can't believe you're here." Evelyn leaned into me, wrapping her
arms around my waist, pressing her cheek against my breasts.

    "I'm here," I sighed, hugging the girl and kissing her hair.

    "Don't love somebody else," she whispered. "Please?"

    "No. I won't," I promised, knowing she was asking for more than
just that. I thought of telling her I'd quit working at the club and I
should have, it was what Evelyn was waiting for, but...

    Ring-Ring ... Ring-Ring

    My purse was ringing, sounding like one of those British phones in
the movies and we both looked at it.

    "Are you going to answer it?" Evelyn asked me and she was a little
confused about my phone anyway. I hadn't yet found a plausible
explanation for why I was so wary of it.

    "I guess," I said, kind of hoping whoever it was would hang up
before I could get to it.

    "You're so weird sometimes," Evelyn giggled, perhaps deciding this
was a good time to try and change the mood.

    "I know." I made a little face as we let each other go. Nobody had
tried to call me all day, why now?

    The phone was still ringing when I finally picked it up and the
caller was identified as New Number, which only meant it wasn't in my
directory. 

    "Hello?" I said, trying to hide the nervousness I felt. For all my
earlier rationale, the reality of answering Robert's phone was kind of
scary.

    "Catch you at a bad time?" a man chuckled and I blinked hard.

    "Mike?"

    "Yeah," he said. "I got that business taken care of down in West
Virginia. Are you going to be around tomorrow morning?"

    "Uh...Yeah," I shrugged uselessly. "Until about nine or so and then
I have to go to work."

    "I'll come by early," he said.

    "Okay," I agreed. "I'll be here."

    "Still with your girlfriend, right?"

    "Yeah."

    "Good," Mike said. "Now, aren't you glad I called?"

    "What?" I asked, but the man had already hung up.

    "Who was that?" Evelyn asked me, kneeling by her radio and
changing the station. It was 10pm and Wolfman Jack was finished.

    "That was Mike," I told her. "He found my birth certificate."

    "Really?" 

    "Yeah," I smiled at her. "Down in West Virginia."

    "Where?" She gave me a doubtful look. "I don't know what kind of
accent you have, Cindy, but it isn't West Virginia."

    "I have an accent?" I narrowed my eyes. "Really?"

    "Yeah!" Evelyn said, standing up to the strains of West End Girls.
She'd found her eighties station. "You never heard yourself talk?"

    "I never noticed an accent," I said, grinning as Evelyn put her
hands on my hips and we were gonna dance, I could see it in her eyes.
"What does it sound like?"

    "It doesn't sound like anything," she giggled, moving her body
slowly, urging me to dance with her. "Definitely not West Virginia
though."

    "Hmmm..." I shrugged and put my hands on her hips, pulling the girl
closer as we moved. "I guess I must have moved someplace else then."

    "How does he know it's your birth certificate?" Evelyn asked a
moment later and being a journalism major like she was, I shouldn't
have been surprised at her curiosity. 

    "I don't know," I said, having a sinking feeling that sooner or
later my lies were going to catch up with me. "That's why he gets the
big bucks."

    "What's your real name?" she wondered with a soft laugh. "I'm kind
of used to Cindy."

    "Uhhh...I forgot to ask him," I shrugged, knowing that would have
been the first thing any normal person would have wanted to know.

    "Hmph." Evelyn pursed her lips at that and I could tell she wasn't
satisfied.

    "What's bothering you?" I asked her softly, putting my mouth close
to her ear as we were hugging now, more than dancing.

    "I just don't like it," she sighed. "Maybe it's just because...never
mind."

    "Because what?" I kissed her neck. "Tell me. Please?"

    "Because, you know...He did it with you," Evelyn said. "You guys had
sex. I don't like it. I'm sorry."

    "That was before I fell in love with you," I said truthfully.
"Look at me. It won't happen again, I swear. You don't have to worry
about him."

    "I know," Evelyn nodded, standing still and looking into my eyes.

    "Whatever happened with your other girlfriend..." I sighed. "I'm not
Stacy, alright? I love you."

    "I know," Evelyn smiled weakly. "I'm sorry. I'm not trying to be
jealous. I just don't want to lose you."

    "You won't," I told her, giving the girl my lips and Evelyn opened
sweetly for my tongue a second later.

    I sighed with happy agreement when I felt her hands tugging at my
top, pulling it upward so that I had to lift my arms and finally break
our kiss to get it off. I was doing the same with her, lifting her t-
shirt and exposing her small, hard tits. They were pulled flat when
she raised her arms, making her look like a 12 year old girl, except
for her wonderfully swollen nipples. They were probably an inch long,
and thick? God! Her dark nipples were absolutely fat! I loved Evelyn's
tits and I bent low to kiss them, first the one and then the other,
before taking the left into my eager mouth.

    "Yeah...Ummm..." Evelyn moaned softly, standing topless and cradling
my head, stroking my back. "I want to fuck you," she whispered. "I
want to fuck your pussy."

    "You mean my butt?" I smiled up at her, nodding my head against
her breast so that her turgid nipples rubbed across my cheek.

    "Lie down...I wanna be your Dyke Daddy tonight," Evelyn said and I
widened my eyes and giggled, wondering exactly what a Dyke Daddy was. 

    She soon had me undressed completely and lying on my tummy with a
pillow under my hips. It was very comfortable and I was giggling
nervously, watching as the girl found a rather large strap-on dildo.
Evelyn had dug it out of a cardboard box shoved behind her clothes and
I hadn't really expected it, but maybe I should have. Even lesbians
liked to fuck, some of them anyway, and my girlfriend seemed to be
more than a little familiar with her newfound toy.

    "What else do you have in there?" I wondered and Evelyn stuck her
tongue out at me, fastening the cream colored dildo around her waist
with Velcro straps.

    "Not too much," she said. "Stacy wasn't really into toys."

    "That's a pretty serious toy," I decided, thinking her dildo had
to be about nine inches long and almost as thick as Brad had been,
which was really thick! At least it was smooth, with a gently tapered
tip rather than some bulbous knob.

    "You have a serious ass," Evelyn chuckled. "I've been waiting for
this."

    "Yeah?" I made a little face and wriggled my heart-shaped ass
invitingly. My butt was serious, the girl was right about that, and
just lying there like I was, I knew it was firm and round and
perfectly shaped. Perfectly tight as well and now positioned
invitingly in the air just for her. 

    "Just relax..." Evelyn sighed and I spread my legs as she moved
behind me. The girl didn't just get on and start fucking me though, no
way. My new Dyke Daddy was going to get me good and ready for our
first fuck with her big cock.

    "Ummmm..." I moaned softly as I felt her hands on my ass, massaging
my butt while she kissed my soft skin. Her soft tongue slipped between
my cheeks as Evelyn spread my ass for her loving attentions. She was
going to eat my asshole and get me ready for a serious fuck later and
I was falling into heaven.

    My cock had been stiff for awhile and now it lay trapped between
my body and the pillow beneath me. The pressure felt so good that I
couldn't help but move, humping the pillow and Evelyn's pretty face at
the same time. The girl's tongue was soon tickling my anus, fluttering
lightly across my puckered hole like a butterfly and it was a
ticklish, sexy sensation. I rocked my hips, and squirmed slightly as
Evelyn held my ass tightly in her hands. I could feel her thumbs
digging into my firm flesh, holding me open for her kisses. She would
press her mouth against my asshole, kissing it and sucking wetly while
her tongue never stopped moving and I'd never felt anything like it
before. 

    I was growing increasingly wet as Evelyn's saliva spilled from her
hungry mouth and I shivered with the pleasure of being expertly rimmed
by a woman who knew how to do it. She nibbled at the soft, smooth skin
between my asshole and my exposed balls and I gasped and groaned when
she took my silken scrotum into her mouth. Evelyn could take both of
my smallish balls easily, carefully drawing them between her lips and
sucking on my hairless sack. It was a new sensation for me and nearly
indescribable, the wonderful pressure of her soft mouth compressing my
girlish orbs.

    At the same time, Evelyn began working a finger inside my ass,
using her spit to make the penetration easier. There was no discomfort
there, nothing but the genuine pleasure of being fingered. Her thin
digit wormed its way inside my rectum slowly and carefully, eliciting
deep sighs from my parted lips. I was gripping the sheets in my fists
and nodding my head, feeling my orgasm rising after too few minutes of
this beautiful foreplay. I was going to cum quickly as Evelyn began
pumping my ass with her long middle finger, spitting out my balls and
bringing her tongue upward to lick around my clasping anus.

    "Evvvvvelynnnn..." I moaned breathlessly, shuddering as my cock
spasmed rapidly, releasing my cum into the pillow beneath me. Evelyn
could feel my asshole contract in time with my spurting penis and she
pushed her finger as deep as it would go, wiggling the tip against the
tender walls of my rectum. That only made it somehow better and the
warmth in my tummy spread through me quickly. Another orgasm of a
different sort, the female sort, overwhelmed my feverish mind and I
was lost then. This was where I wanted to be, the magic of who and
what I was revealed in an explosion of pleasure unlike anything a man
could ever experience. 

    Somewhere in the middle of my climax, Evelyn finally mounted me.
She straddled my hips and pressed her cock to my relaxed and
vulnerable anus. My pussy. I was cumming like a girl, my ejaculation
had finished and my still swollen cock was bathed in semen, but inside
me the orgasms kept going, one after another. I couldn't resist the
gentle, but insistent push of Evelyn's cock inside my ass. Even if I'd
wanted to try and stop her, it would have been impossible. My asshole
was wet and relaxed, and her dildo so smooth, soft yet wonderfully
firm as it slipped inside me easily. 

    Evelyn fucked me slowly at first, but soon her strokes became
quicker as I was able to take nearly all of her cock. The tapered tip
would find my prostate, drawing a sharp gasp and a jerk as I
instinctively thrust my ass against the pleasure. It was a big cum
button deep inside me, fueling my urgent desire and Evelyn was
laughing breathlessly as she realized what was happening. None of her
previous girlfriends had reacted quite that way, I'm sure, mostly
because none of them had been boys down there. Evelyn had found my G-
spot, for lack of a better comparison. 

    I came a second time and then a third, once more shooting my sperm
into the growing stain beneath me. I was only barely aware of it
though, being completely overwhelmed by the pleasure that already
filled me. My heart seemed ready to burst and my lungs labored to move
hot air in and out of my lungs. My nipples felt as if they would
explode if someone didn't kiss or pinch them. Bite them maybe. I
wanted to be bitten everywhere and all at once. The entire experience
was surreal and dreamlike, being made love to by Evelyn was beautiful.

    "Are you okay?" Evelyn whispered, lying on my back with her cock
still inside my asshole. 

    "Perfect," I sighed. 

    We were no longer moving. I felt weak and drained. I was worn out
physically and mentally, as if I really was dreaming all of this.
Evelyn covered me with her body, her nipples distinct as they pressed
into my skin, and she kissed my sweat soaked hair and cheeks. I didn't
know if she'd cum or not, but I thought so. She'd been fucking me hard
at the end, slamming her cock inside me with all the vigor of a
teenage boy. I was starting to feel it too. The adrenaline was going
away, the endorphins fading slowly and my body was waking up to
discomfort of being seriously sodomized. I was going to very tender
down there for awhile. It almost made me laugh, but I turned my head
and kissed her instead.

    "I should get up," Evelyn sighed.

    "I don't want you to," I smiled weakly. "I'm too comfortable."

    "It didn't hurt?"

    "No," I told her truthfully. "Not at all."

    "Good." She kissed me deeply, giving me her tongue and then
pushing herself up reluctantly.

    "Mmmm..." I pouted and then winced slightly, the sudden emptiness
feeling strange and even more uncomfortable than being stuffed with
the dildo.

    "Hey, um..." Evelyn called me from the bathroom and I could hear
water running in the sink as she washed her dildo. "That Cicero guy...
Mike..."

    I frowned as I lifted myself off the cum stained pillow, wondering
why Evelyn couldn't let the guy go. She didn't have to be jealous, I'd
told her that a dozen times.

    "...How did he get a birth certificate on a weekend?" Evelyn asked
me. "Doesn't that seem kind of weird?"

    "I don't know," I said, suddenly frowning for a different reason
altogether. "Maybe the place was open on Saturday or something."

    "A government office?" Evelyn asked. She sounded doubtful and I
didn't really believe it either. 

    Mike would have needed more than a couple days to find a birth
certificate I could use, wouldn't he? He'd have to go through death
certificates first, or something, and find a girl born the right year.
How long would that take? Too long, I decided, since he'd be going
through non-computerized records as Mike himself had pointed out. And
there were other things that suddenly bothered me as well.

    "He asked me if I was glad he called me," I said.

    "What?" Evelyn emerged from the bathroom, drying her dildo with a
hand towel.

    "Mike, before he hung up the phone," I said slowly. "He asked me
if I was happy he called me. Or something like that."

    "Okay," Evelyn shrugged and I blinked at her. "What?" she asked,
looking suddenly nervous as she saw the look on my face.

    "How did he know my phone number?" I asked her.

    "You didn't give it to him?"

    "I didn't even tell him I had a phone," I said and I was thinking
fast, trying to sort it out. "We have to get out of here!"

    "What? Why? What's going on?"

    "Mike!" I said, moving quickly to find my clothes. "He knows who I
am!"

    "But..." Evelyn was confused. "That's what you want, isn't it?"

    "No! We have to go," I said again, pulling on my panties. "Now,
Evelyn! Get dressed!"

    "Okay, um..." she looked at the dildo and put it on her bookcase.
"Where are we going?"

    "I don't know," I said. "But we can't stay here! Do you have a
suitcase or anything?"

    "A backpack," she answered, moving faster now as Evelyn realized
how seriously frightened I was.

    "We can't come back," I told her. "Grab whatever you need. But
hurry!"

    "Okay," she nodded, moving to her makeshift closet and digging
through her clothes. "But you gotta tell me what's going on, Cindy.
You're scaring me."

    "I know," I agreed, pulling on the black t-shirt Evelyn had been
wearing earlier. "I'm scared too."

	=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

    "I could call Denise maybe," Evelyn suggested, but I don't think
she was any happier with that idea than I was.

    "I've got, um...seven hundred and twelve dollars," I said, counting
the money with my hands inside my open purse. We'd spent a lot in
Greenwich earlier, spoiling ourselves, and I was regretting that.

    It was late, after midnight, and we were sitting at the train
station without any clear idea on where we were going. I had a plastic
shopping bag with some clothes in it, my jewelry wrapped up in my
dress at the bottom of it. Evelyn had a purse with thirty bucks in it,
and her backpack stuffed with clothes, toiletries, and some personal
things she hadn't wanted to leave behind.

    "Get a hotel room someplace?" she wondered.

    "We should save our money," I said. "I might not be able to get
anymore for awhile."

    I glanced around the platform and there were a few people waiting
like we were. A black couple standing close and whispering. A bum sat
against the wall, playing a harmonica for quarters. A couple guys who
looked like drug addicts were leaning against a closed newspaper
kiosk, smoking cigarettes and eyeing us from twenty feet away. I
didn't really like the looks of them and I turned my face back down.

    "I might know someone," I said, finding Eric's phone number on the
napkin he'd given me.

    "Eric? Who's that?" Evelyn asked, reading over my arm as I punched
the buttons on my phone.

    "He's one of the bartenders at the club," I told her. "He's nice."

    "I bet," she said with a hint of unhappiness, but what could I
expect? I had the guy's phone number on a napkin, like I was
collecting boyfriends or something.

    "He's not home," I frowned, hanging up without leaving a message
on his machine. Sunday was my day off and I'd been hoping it would be
Eric's too. "Probably working," I sighed, looking through my purse
again.

    "No girlfriend waiting for him either, huh?" Evelyn said, making
it sound like proof that there was something going on between us. 

    "I don't know if he has one or not," I said truthfully, pulling
out the business card Ray had given me.

    "Who are you calling now?" Evelyn wondered, taking the card from
my fingers.

    "Same guy..." I said. "Evelyn! I need that."

    "Ray?" She'd turned the card over to see Ray's name and number.
"Maybe I should just go back home," Evelyn sighed as I took it back
from her.

    "What?" I glanced at her as I dialed the phone. "Evelyn, I work
with these guys. Ray's one of the bouncers. Come on...Ray? Hi, it's me...
No, not her! Cindy!" I forced myself to giggle, but I was staring at
Evelyn, pleading silently with the girl to relax. "...What? No...I didn't
change my mind...Hey! I need to talk to Eric, is he there? Yeah? Can you
connect me? Thanks...Yeah, I know...I love you too, big boy..." I rolled my
eyes while Ray transferred my call to the bar.

    "Hmph." Evelyn was frowning and probably thinking I'd fucked the
guy, but there wasn't anything I could do about it just then.

    "Eric? Hey, it's Cindy..."

    "Hi. What's going on?" he asked me, sounding a little busy above
the pounding music in the background.

    "I need a lifeguard," I said with a soft laugh.

    "Yeah? Some mouth-to-mouth?" Eric asked me with a chuckle of his
own. "You picked a bad time for it, I'm kinda working."

    "Duh! I'm calling you, remember? I need a big favor. A real one."

    "What do you need, Cindy?" His tone became serious.

    "A place to stay," I told him. "Just for tonight."

    "Are you okay?"

    "Yeah. I'm fine," I said. "I'm just kinda...out on the street, you
know?"

    "Sure," Eric agreed. "Problems at home, huh? Where are you now?"

    "At a train station," I said, relieved that Eric was going to help
us out. "In Queens."

    "Queens?" he chuckled. "Kind of late for that, isn't it?"

    "Yeah, a little," I sighed, glancing at the two guys I didn't like
and noticing they'd moved a little closer to us.

    "Okay, I'm up in SoHo. You got a pen? I'll give you the address..."

    I wrote down the address for Eric's apartment and making the trip
to Manhattan was going to take us awhile. If Eric wasn't there by the
time we were, he said there was an all-night coffee shop around the
corner. It all sounded good to me and after I hung up my phone I was
explaining it to Evelyn.

    "You didn't tell him about me though," she frowned.

    "I just wanted to keep it simple," I said, taking her by the hand.
"Come on. The train's coming in a minute."

    "He probably expects you to sleep with him."

    "Maybe," I shrugged, turning my eyes towards hers. "He'll just
have to be disappointed, I guess."

    "I'm being a bitch, aren't I?" Evelyn asked me as we walked slowly
along the platform.

    "A bitch?" I smiled at her. "Kinda."

    "I told you before, I get jealous easy." Evelyn forced herself to
smile back at me. "I can't help it."

    The train arrived and the two guys I'd been worried about hadn't
followed us onto it. I'd been overreacting to their presence, but it
was a good reminder that the world wasn't a safe place. Everyone was a
suspect. Mike had proved that and I was more frightened than I was
letting on, I hoped. I'd been counting on the man to help me and now I
was back where I started. Not even that far, really. Evelyn and I were
on the run now.

	=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

    "Can you tell me what's going on now?" Evelyn asked me while we
waited for our coffee.

    "I just..." I looked around the coffee shop and other than the usual
stares I always seemed to get, nobody looked very threatening. A dozen
people were spread out, men and women, mostly younger like we were.
This was SoHo, a few blocks from Greenwich Village, and so that wasn't
unusual probably. College kids and estranged bohemians unwinding after
a night of fun, getting a sugar fix before going back home. 

    "The truth," Evelyn whispered, reaching for my hand and giving me
a squeeze. "Okay?"

    "I was a man," I said and Evelyn started to smile, since that was
sorta obvious. "Until Thursday morning. I was a guy named Robert and I
was married and I had a job, all that stuff."

    "Robert..." she nodded.

    "Thursday morning I woke up like...this," I sighed, looking down at
myself.

    "You woke up?"

    "Yeah," I said and then the waitress was back with our coffee and
we waited until she was gone.

    "I don't understand," Evelyn said, opening a packet of sugar, and
she was looking for something else from me, something a little more
rational.

    "That's it," I told her. "I went to bed as Robert and woke up as
Cindy. I grabbed my wife's jewelry and left. I ran away."

    "Why?" Evelyn wondered and then giggled. "I mean, if that's true..."

    "I swear."

    "...then why didn't you just tell your wife? Go to a doctor or call
the police or...something. Why did you run away?"

    "Hmmm..." I took a deep breath and shrugged. "It's complicated. My
wife is...Well, she's a bitch."

    "She is?" Evelyn grinned at me.

    "Yeah," I smiled weakly, shaking my head. "She's got some black
boyfriend. I dunno. She's cheating on me, so..."

    "So what are we doing here?" Evelyn asked reasonably. "What does
Cicero have to do with you? And if he knows what happened to you...Can't
he help you or something? What are you running from?"

    "Um..." I looked around and leaned across the table, so did Evelyn.
"I stole about twelve million dollars. I mean, Robert did, but it's
really mine now."

    "What?" She jerked back, sitting upright and blinking at me.

    "Shhh..." I frowned at her and Evelyn swallowed hard, leaning back
down. 

    "You stole twelve million dollars?" she whispered and I nodded.
"From who?"

    "My father-in-law," I said with a soft giggle. "He owns a bank."

    "Oh shit," Evelyn stared at me and then narrowed her eyes. "Are
you crazy?"

    "What? No, the money wasn't his anyway. I mean, it wasn't the
banks money..."

    "No." She shook her head. "I mean...Are you a crazy person? Like
psycho?"

    "Evelyn..."

    "Cause I know some transsexuals and they spend years trying to
look a tenth as good as you do, Cindy."

    "I'm not crazy."

    "Nobody just wakes up looking like...you!" she said. "It doesn't
make any sense. You act like you've been a girl your whole life!"

    "I know!" I giggled. "I don't know how it happened, okay? I don't
know why, but you have to believe me..."

    "And robbing a bank?" Evelyn shook her head and sat back, folding
her arms beneath her breasts. "You can't be serious."

    "That's why I needed Mike, see?" I looked around. "All I need is
some identification. A passport or a driver's license, and I can take
off. Me and you, we can go anywhere we want. Mike was supposed to
arrange that for me."

    "But?"

    "But..." I sighed and we couldn't be talking like this, so I
switched sides, sliding onto the bench seat next to Evelyn and
lowering my voice. "Mike must have found out who I am. He called me on
Robert's phone, see?"

    "Why would he do that?" Evelyn whispered back. "He's gotta be
really dumb if he thought you wouldn't figure it out."

    "I think he wanted me to," I agreed. 

    "What do you mean?"

    "He asked me if I was happy he called," I said. "Why would he ask
me that? It was like he was trying to tell me something."

    "Like what?" Evelyn wondered. "He's playing hide and seek now?
Maybe he's the psycho."

    "I don't know," I frowned.

    "None of it makes sense," Evelyn decided.

    "But you believe me, right?" I looked at her.

    "So this ring..." Evelyn held up her hand.

    "It was my wife's," I shrugged. "She hardly ever wore it."

    "You still love her?"

    "No," I said seriously, looking into her eyes. "I love you."

    "Then I'm keeping it," Evelyn smiled at me and that was as much of
an answer as I was going to get right then. 

    "Cindy! What's up?" Eric smiled at me and I hadn't seen him come
in.

    "Hi," I smiled back. "Um, this is my friend..." I looked at Evelyn
and squeezed her thigh under the table, "...my girlfriend, Evelyn. This
is Eric, the guy from work I was telling you about."

    "Evelyn. Nice to meet you," Eric smiled and decided to sit down
opposite us. He looked mildly surprised, even confused that I wasn't
alone.

    Evelyn gave him a wan smile into return, before turning to look at
me. 

    "I'm going to use the restroom," she said and then kissed me on
the mouth, slipping her tongue between my lips for several quick
heartbeats. 

    "Ummm..." I smiled a little uncertainly when our kiss was finished
and finally moved to let Evelyn out of the booth.

    "Be right back," she promised, giving Eric a chilly look and he'd
gotten the point, we both had.

    "She seems...nice," Eric said slowly and I giggled.

    "Evelyn's a little possessive," I said. "Sorry."

    "Hey," the man gave me an obvious look, "I would be too. Don't
worry about it."

    "Yeah," I agreed, mostly ignoring his compliment.

    "I guess uh, that bit about needing a place to crash wasn't just
an excuse, eh?" Eric was smiling and I knew he'd been hoping to hook
up with me.

    "We're kinda desperate," I told him. "I should have told you about
Evelyn, but..."

    "No, it's cool," he said. "My girlfriend...ex-girlfriend...took off
for Vegas, so I got plenty of room."

    "Vegas?" I smiled at him. "She was a stripper too?"

    "Nah," he laughed. "She's a dancer. A real one. Wanted to get on
Broadway, you know? It never worked out."

    "So she went to Vegas."

    "Yeah," Eric grinned at me. "She's probably a stripper now."

	=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

    "Where are you going?" I opened my eyes and it was still dark, but
that was only because the shades were down in Eric's bedroom.

    "School," Evelyn told me, sitting on the bed and pulling on her
shoes. "It's Monday."

    "School? You should stay here," I said, groaning with a stretch.
"It might not be safe."

    "I'll be fine," Evelyn told me. "I have to work this afternoon.
Call me at the store...or come by, okay?"

    "I'm supposed to work too," I said, wondering if I really wanted
to get up. I hated mornings and it was early.

    "You're going to work?" Evelyn looked over her should at me. 

    "I don't know," I said, rolling onto my side and pulling a pillow
to my breasts. "I have to figure it all out."

    "Well, I have to go," she sighed.

    "Evelyn," I looked at her. "You believed me right?"

    "I guess I have to," she said with a shrug.

    "Are you mad at me?" I wondered.

    "No," she shook her head at that. "Just worried. I don't know what
we're doing."

    "Me neither," I admitted. "Just come back here, okay? After your
classes. Don't go to work."

    "Why?" 

    "Please?"

    "I need my job, Cindy." Evelyn stood up. "I can't afford to lose
it."

    "Evelyn..." 

    She gave me a goodbye kiss and then she was leaving, and I knew
Evelyn didn't believe my story. Who would? She probably figured I was
crazy and pretty soon the police would find me, or the men in white
coats, and they'd haul me off to the hospital in a straight jacket.
She'd need her job then and that's what Evelyn was really telling me.
She loved me, but she didn't trust me to take care of her. The
realization hurt and I felt very alone in that empty bed.

    "Hey, Cindy..." Eric's soft voice woke me up and I hadn't realized
I'd fallen back asleep.

    "What time is it?" I asked, opening my eyes slowly, blinking as
the shades were open now and Eric's bedroom was much brighter.

    "After eight," he said and I suddenly realized the man was in bed
with me. He was behind me as I lay on my left side, still hugging the
pillow with my knees drawn up.

    "What are you doing?" I asked him, feeling his hand on my bare
hip. I was wearing a pair of bikini panties and nothing else beneath
the sheet.

    "Waking you up," he whispered and his chest was against my back,
his arm going around me, pulling me close and I felt his erection
pressed against my ass.

    "No...Eric...Stop..." I started moving, but he tightened his arm under
my breasts.

    "You owe me, Cindy." He was pushing me now, rolling me over onto
my stomach. "I did you a favor, now you can do one for me."

    "No! Eric! Please...Don't...I don't want to!" I tried twisting my
body, trying to get out from beneath him, but it was too late. I'd
waited ten seconds too long, not really believing he would do this to
me.

    "Yes, you do," he breathed heavily, using his size and weight, his
strength to hold me down while he straddled my thighs. Eric was a
healthy man, like all the guys working at the club, and hired for his
body as much as his good looks and outgoing personality.

    "Noooo...Oh! No...I can't! I don't want to!" I groaned, pushing at the
mattress and then flailing my arms over my head, trying to reach him. 

    I wanted to slap him, to scratch the guy and make him understand.
I wanted to get away, but he was on top of me, holding me down with
his much larger body, and he soon grabbed my wrists in his strong
fists, stretching my arms above my head. He was big enough and
powerful enough to hold both of my arms with one hand, using the other
to reach down and yank my panties aside and nearly off with a thin
ripping sound.

    "You fuck everybody else," he said.

    "No, Eric...I'm sorry...Don't..." I begged him, feeling my eyes fill
with tears.

    "You fucked your bitch girlfriend last night," he told me. "While
I was...Ugh!..." 

    "Ahhh!" I gasped, my body jerking with a flash of burning pain as
Eric thrust his cock into my unprepared asshole.

    "...jerking off...Umph! Fuck...on the couch...Uh! Bitch! Fuck you're
tight!"

    "Oh! Mmmmm..." I winced, gritting my teeth and shutting my eyes
tightly against the searing discomfort. 

    Eric's cock wasn't huge or anything, smaller than Evelyn's dildo,
but it was hard and unyielding as he forced himself into my rectum. I
couldn't relax enough to let it feel good. I kept trying to fight him,
but that was hopeless and only made it worse. Eric kept his body on
mine all the while, just moving his hips and working his cock in and
out of me a few inches at a time. I was probably lucky Evelyn had
stretched me out the night before, or this would have hurt even more
than it did.

    I turned my head away as he tried to kiss me and Eric finally
settled for kissing my neck and shoulders, using his hands to caress
my arms and still keep me under control. I was panting with anger more
than anything else, feeling betrayed and hurt emotionally. The man was
raping me. It wasn't the first word that came to mind, oddly enough,
but when it did, the fight left me completely. I went slack beneath
him and my leaking tears became a real cry as I pressed my face into
the mattress. I felt ashamed for some reason, embarrassed by what he
was doing to me, and that confused me further.

    "That's it..." Eric sighed. "Relax, baby...Let me make it good now."

    His words made no sense, but apparently Eric thought my surrender
meant I was enjoying it. He let go of my arms and pushed himself up,
finding a better position so he could take my ass with longer, deeper
strokes than before. I didn't resist him or try to get away, I just
took it. The pain had faded quickly, most of it, as soon as my body
had relaxed, and under other circumstances this really might have felt
pretty good. Eric was fucking me at a steady, patient pace, working
his cock inside far enough that I could feel his swollen cockhead
nudge my prostate. When he felt the bottom of my ass, Eric would hold
himself there, rolling his hips and grinding his cock against me. That
felt amazingly good, although I was desperate not to admit it.

    "Like this...Come on..." Eric said, pulling my limp form with him as
he rolled onto his back. "Ride my cock, baby...Yeah fuck it, Cindy..."

    I was on top of him now, with my legs spread wide and my asshole
stretched around his prick. I had my back to his chest, my head on his
shoulder, and Eric's hands were on my tummy and tits, holding me in
place as he thrust himself upward. My arms were outstretched, my palms
against the mattress to brace myself, and I might have been able to
escape him then, but the thought wasn't in my head. I'd given up
completely, perhaps because I was in shock or simply overcome with my
conflicting emotions, I had no idea. It didn't matter, we were fucking
now and I just wanted it to be over with before I lost it completely.

    "Ahhh! Fuck yeah...See? I knew you liked it..." Eric teased me,
whispering the words through the tangle of thick hair that covered our
faces. 

    My cock was hard and we both knew it. That's what he was talking
about. It had been flopping around, slapping my soft tummy while we
fucked, and I groaned as Eric's fingers wrapped around me. I didn't
want to be aroused and I shouldn't have been. Inside, I imagined felt
nothing, none of the intense warmth and pleasure that being with
Evelyn gave me. But still, my girlish penis was stiff and already wet
with precum. Eric was jerking me off, squeezing me gently, and the
sensations were driving my ass to move. I was lifting myself and
pushing down to meet Eric's cock. I was rocking my hips and grinding,
fucking the man as the pressure grew deep in my balls.

    "Look at me..."

    I turned my head and we were kissing. I didn't want to. I was
angry and humiliated, but still I let him kiss me. My body was
responding, as much as I wished otherwise, my penis was aching with
the need for release. My tummy was tight and my heart rushing hot
blood through my body. I was helpless with the desire that filled me.
I did want this, I craved it, and the only thing that really held me
back was my love for Evelyn. The pleasure I felt was tinged with
guilt, but my tears had stopped falling along with my weak protests
and I was beyond mere surrender.

    Eric's tongue filled my mouth as I twisted my head awkwardly. I
was sucking on it, teasing it with my own as we moved. I licked across
his lips and stared into the man's hazel eyes while we fucked. The
damp slapping of flesh filled my ears. I was riding the man's cock
eagerly now, pushing the doubts away with every downward thrust of my
hips. The fire in my belly was stoked and there was nothing else I
could do. I was going to cum, I couldn't stop myself.

    "Oh God...Eric...Fuck me...Fuck me..." I moaned, breathing the words like
a mantra, over and over. I was writhing in the man's grasp, both of us
breathing hard and Eric was close as well. I was bouncing my ass off
his pelvis, feeling nothing but the raw pleasure of his cock
stretching my rectum over and over. My girlish penis erupted suddenly,
the first jet of hot semen splashing across my tummy nearly to my
heaving tits. The rest of my orgasm spilled over Eric's fingers and he
massaged my creamy spend over my cock and balls and stomach.

    "Ah! Cumming...Yeah Cindy...Ummm..." Eric groaned a minute later,
holding me down while he jammed his cock as far inside me as he could.
A soothing flood of hot jism filled my bowels with a distinct and
pleasant warmth. I rolled my ass, working his cock with my tight
asshole to milk as much of the man from his balls as I could.

    "Mmmphh..." I sighed as Eric held my head to another kiss. His cock
was still buried inside me and now his tongue filled my mouth as we
kissed deeply. We stayed like that for a long while, coming down from
the high of our sex and after some minutes Eric's softening cock
slipped wetly from my well fucked ass.

    "That was intense," he chuckled, letting me go finally. "I knew
you'd be a great fuck, but Jesus...I never fucked a fag before."

    "You're an asshole," I breathed, rolling off him and onto my side.
"I can't believe you did that to me."

    "Don't be mad," Eric sighed, leaning over me and kissing my
forehead. "Let's take a shower. Come on, I'll wash your back."

    Washing my back wasn't the only thing Eric had in mind and I
wasn't so naïve as to believe we were finished. While I sucked his
cock clean beneath the hot spray of the shower, all I could think of
was that if Evelyn found out about this, she would never understand.
She wouldn't believe that Eric had forced me to have sex with him.
She'd think I'd cheated on her and as I felt his thick sperm leaking
from my flushed body, I was filled with the guilty knowledge that
Evelyn would be right.

    "You could stay here," Eric said as we dressed. "Move right in, if
you wanted."

    "Yeah, right!" I giggled sarcastically.

    "I'm serious," he told me, licking his lips while I dug through
Evelyn's backpack for a clean pair of panties. Eric was enjoying my
body, watching me dress, and I was enjoying the attention, but not
enough to forgive him.

    "I don't love you," I said, pulling a out a pair of lacy pink
panties.

    "What's love got to do with it?" Eric chuckled. 

    "I don't even like you," I sighed, pulling the panties up and
reaching inside to tuck my soft little penis safely away.

    "Yeah, you do," Eric said. "You don't need a girlfriend, Cindy."

    "What do I need?" I asked him. "A dick for a boyfriend?"

    "Ouch!" He sighed theatrically. 

    "I love Evelyn, okay? I'm not going to dump her just because you
raped me."

    "Can't rape the willing, baby." Eric was buttoning the pressed
white shirt he wore to work, covering his smooth, muscular chest and I
looked pointedly away.

    "How many times did I say no?" I asked him with a frown, pulling
out a modest sundress that I'd taken from Evelyn's closet. It was thin
and yellow and very tight around my tits, but loose everywhere else
and not uncomfortable. 

    "Before you said yes, you mean?" Eric grinned at me.

    "Button me up," I told him, turning my back to him and gathering
my hair out of the way.

    "You are so completely beautiful, Cindy," Eric whispered as he
stood close behind me. "Give me a chance."

    "You had it," I told him seriously. "We could have been friends,
Eric, and you blew it."

    "Hmmmm..." Eric had his hands on my hips and left them there as I
turned around, looking into his handsome face.

    "I'll get my stuff after work, okay?" I asked him and he wanted to
kiss me. "No..." I pressed my fingers against Eric's mouth. "We're done
with that. Let's go, we're gonna be late."

    Going to work might not have been the best idea, but what else was
I going to do? I was all out of ideas. At least I'd make some more
money, enough that I wouldn't feel so bad about spending some on a
hotel room someplace. We couldn't stay with Eric, not anymore, and I
wasn't looking forward to lying to Evelyn again. She wouldn't ask, not
without a good reason, but I knew she'd be suspicious if only because
she was so insecure for some inexplicable reason. Some girl must have
hurt her bad, I thought, enough so that she seemed to expect the worst
from her relationships. If Evelyn found out I'd had sex with Eric
after she'd left for her classes? I knew I'd lose her.

	=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

    I was at the bar, ignoring Eric's smile as he loaded a tray with a
gin and tonic, three beers, and one very dirty martini for a group of
lawyers sitting at the stage. The lunchtime rush was winding down and
I was getting ready to take fifteen minutes for lunch and have a
little salad in the dressing room. I was already up a hundred bucks
with tips and a lap dance for a guy who was quickly becoming one of my
regulars. All the girls had a couple and Rudy was severely infatuated
with me, promising to come back the next day for something really
special.

    "I'm glad to see you got my message."

    "What?" I turned around and icy fear gripped my heart.

    "You look good," Mike said. "Let's get a booth, huh?"


End of chapter 06

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