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*REWRITE* TG: It's Hard to be a Man (13/14)
So, what is going on here?
Well, when I posted the final part of this story back in
September several people said it ended too abruptly. I agreed with
them and over the last two months I've added about another 20K of
text to the final part (creating part 14 in the process). You can
find the first twelve parts of the story at the links from my
website or directly from www.fictionmania.com or www.sapphireplace.com
I've written about four parts of DNA III already, but I
haven't decided whether to release it a part at a time as I normally
do or hold them back until I've finished the whole thing.
My website is at http://www.geocities.com/WestHollywood/2525/.
There you'll find out a little about me and where my stories are
archived. If you are an author of TG stories and you would like to put
a similar page up on that site, let me know.
This story is copyright 1998 by Stephanie. All rights
reserved. You may repost or store this story on your website as long
as the work is not altered or charged for.
As always, this is an adult story and it should not be read if
you are under the age of eighteen.
It's Hard to be a Man Part Thirteen
by
Stephanie
Patrick pulled his high-heel shoes back on while Ian paid the
bill. Over by the entrance Amanda was still arguing with the head waiter.
The waiter was trying to retain an air of calm and superiority,
but he was quickly losing it under Amanda's loud attacks. "I must insist
that madam leaves, now, before I have to call the police."
Patrick cursed under his breath and walked over. "It's okay," he
told the head waiter, "we're leaving." He turned to Amanda. "You have a
lot of explaining to do."
"_I_ have a lot of explaining?!" She responded hotly. "What on
Earth do you think you are doing here?"
"What the hell does it look like!" Patrick all but screamed in
her face before storming outside.
Amanda immediately followed him, while Abigail waited for the
painfully embarrassed Ian before leaving the restaurant.
Ian couldn't believe how his wonderful evening had just fallen
around his ears. Everything had been going brilliantly. He had even
started to come to terms with what Patrick was - a man in a woman's
body. He doubted he'd ever be able to forget that fact, but it already
didn't matter nearly as much as it had seemed to earlier.
As the doors of the restaurant closed behind him he saw the two
women, one in a green dress and the other in jeans, in the middle of a
shouting match.
"Listen, you moron!" Amanda yelled at him, "When your mind was
screwed up before with Hank you couldn't recognize it! Now you've
fixated on Ian and it's started all over again!"
"This is totally different!" Patrick retorted loudly. "I'm still
me in here this time, and I have the right to lead my life any way I
want to!"
"Amanda," Abigail began, "I think--"
Amanda cut her off, "You stay out of this!" She turned back to
Patrick. "Think what you're doing. Would the Patrick I know go on a date
with another man?"
"No, he wouldn't. I don't deny that I have changed over the last
couple of weeks, but I'm not under any delusion this time. I know what
I'm doing!"
"He sounds like himself," Ian added.
Amanda scowled at Ian, but it was a valid point. "But how can we
be sure?"
"We can't," Patrick replied. "Being 'Rebecca' showed me new
directions I could take that I wasn't aware of before. I can't deny
these new aspects of myself even now I'm back in control."
"He's right," Abigail added. "We'll keep a close eye on him. If
he shows signs that 'Rebecca' is coming back then we'll act. Until then,
it's his life."
Amanda deflated a bit. "Okay, have it your way." She pointed at
Ian, "I'm watching you. If you take advantage of him then I'll do my best
to make sure you end up with his curse."
"Leave him alone, Amanda," Patrick told her. "Come on Ian, lets
get out of here."
Ian allowed himself to be ushered back to Patrick's car. Patrick
wanted to suggest going somewhere else, but the evening had been all but
ruined by Amanda's appearance.
When they arrived back outside Patrick's building Patrick
apologized for what had happened.
"It's not your fault," Ian told him. "Anyway, perhaps it's for
the best. I better be getting back home."
"Don't go yet. Come up for a drink at least."
Ian wavered.
Patrick leaned over, "That's an order."
Ian gave a small hesitant smile and followed Patrick to his
apartment. As he closed the front door behind him, Patrick asked Ian
what he wanted to drink.
Ian didn't reply. His face was red and he was avoiding eye
contact. Patrick glanced down at Ian's pants. Did he detect a bulge down
there?
He stepped closer to Ian. So close that his breasts brushed Ian's
shirt. He looked up into Ian's face to see the younger man looking at him
with a mixture of fear and desire. Their eyes locked and in that instant
Patrick knew he had got his man and that tonight was indeed 'the night'.
Ian's libido was quickly overcoming his objections, just as they
had before. It really didn't matter that Patrick had been born a man. In
fact, in some strange way that only increased Ian's desire for him.
Ian caressed Patrick's cheek with the palm of his hand and then
ran it through _her_ hair - there could be no denying Patrick's innate
femininity now. He looked down at his lover and was overjoyed that she
wanted him as much as he wanted her.
Slowly, he leaned down to kiss her. Ian shivered as their lips
touched. Her hands gripped him tightly to her as the kiss quickly grew
more passionate. Finally, they broke for air and gazed into each others
eyes, each savoring the taste of the other.
Patrick reached down between Ian's legs and stroked the hardness
she found there. Very soon, that would be inside her. She revelled in
that fact. This wasn't her first time having sex as a woman, but it would
be the first time making love. She already knew that she was more female
than male now. Ever since she had regained her senses after being with
Hank, she had felt more and more uncomfortable in her male body.
She undid Ian's flies and slowly slipped her hand into his
pants. It was a little awkward to free Ian's penis from that angle and
she didn't want to cause him pain and ruin the moment.
As soon as it was free she let go of it as she could tell Ian
couldn't last that long; he was far too excited. Ian's hands were
starting to roam around Patrick's body. They cupped and squeezed her
bottom before starting to hitch her dress up.
Patrick helped him pull down her silky panties - thankful that
she had worn them over her suspenders and not under them. Then, ever so
lightly, Ian's fingers touched her sex. Patrick couldn't stop herself
from emitting a low moan.
Suddenly, Ian picked her up and held her against the wall. She
could feel the red hot harness of his penis pushing into her thigh. With
shaking hands she reached down and guided Ian inside herself. Then,
slowly but surely, she impaled herself on Ian's hard manhood. The
sensations of fullness were somehow more complete than they had ever
been before.
She wrapped her limbs around Ian and ran her hand through his
hair. They kissed again before Ian lowered her to the floor. Patrick
loosened the grip of her legs around Ian's waist and he began to withdraw
from her.
Patrick was about to complain when Ian thrust back into her. Her
objection was lost in a gasp as fire coursed through her. Ian started to
increase the tempo of his thrusting.
While most of Patrick was lost in the overwhelming sensations
her body was experiencing, a small part of her mind marvelled at the new
life that had opened up in front of her.
There she was, on her back on her own apartment floor, wearing a
dress and having her brains fucked out by truly gorgeous young man.
Somehow, the act of making love was far better than anything she had
experienced with Hank. This time there was more than just a physical
element to it all. Could it be love?
Ian's hand was caressing Patrick's breast through the slippery
fabric of her dress. With a strong tug he pulled down the front of her
dress and her breasts lay exposed. Patrick thought she heard the fabric
tear, but she was long past caring.
She felt the almost familiar sensation of an approaching orgasm.
She pulled Ian deep into herself with each thrust until her climax
thundered through every part of her body. Patrick clasped Ian to herself
and buried her head in his chest, inhaling the heady male scent coming
from him.
Long before the orgasm had faded away, Ian had started pumping
again. Now, however, he was no longer holding himself back. Instead, he
was working for release.
Patrick opened her eyes and watched Ian as he made love to her.
Each forceful thrust caused her breasts to jiggle, reminding her - as if
she needed reminding - how totally female she had become.
With one final thrust he reached his orgasm. She could feel
Ian's penis pulse as it pumped his seed deep into her womb.
Patrick wrapped her legs around Ian again. She was determined to
prolong this first time with him as long as possible.
* * * * * * * * * * * * *
"Good morning," Patrick said as Ian opened his eyes.
"Hi," he replied as he looked at his lover. Her hair was rumpled
from the long hours of lovemaking the previous night. It didn't detract
from her beauty. In fact, the knowledge of how it had got in that state
refired Ian's passion. They kissed and then stared into each other's
eyes. Several minutes passed before Ian broke the silence.
"Are we doing the right thing?"
"Who cares," Patrick replied and reached down under the
bedcovers to grasp Ian's manhood.
Ian shivered with delight, but reluctantly removed Patrick's
hand. "We have to talk about this."
"What's there to talk about?" Patrick replied with a grin. "No,
really, I mean that. You've been fascinated by me as a beautiful woman
from the first time you saw the female me, but you've been even more
entranced by the idea that inside that feminine form was the soul of a
man."
"Maybe," he said, seeing the truth of her words. "Perhaps that's
why I was so afraid of you. I was afraid I was gay."
"The same thoughts were going through my head at the same time,"
Patrick admitted. "As Abigail is so fond of saying, though, that's no
reason why we can't be in love. Also, I can no longer work out when I'm
doing a homosexual act or a heterosexual one."
"Can I see you as a man again?" Ian asked nervously.
Patrick was surprised by the request, but he understood what Ian
meant. They both knew that if the relationship was going to work in the
long term, Ian was going to have to be comfortable around both halves of
Patrick's existence.
"Okay, but not today. Now where was I? Oh yes." Patrick's hand
closed again around Ian's eager penis.
* * * * * * * * * * * * *
Hank used the girl as support for his unsteady legs as they
walked to the door.
"You sure you're still capable?" she asked him.
"Yeah," he said confidently as he leered at her, "don't worry,
baby. I don't have to be able to walk to show you a good time."
"You better be up to it," she warned him.
"Well, I..." He stopped and watched open mouthed as a couple
walked into the bar.
"What?" asked the girl with him.
"Uhhh...nothing." He watched as the man disappeared into the
men's room. "I'll be back in a minute," he told the girl, "don't go
away."
Hank lurched unsteadily over to the men's room. Ian wasn't
the only one in there, but it wasn't too crowded. "I have only one
question," Hank announced, seemingly to the room in general, "how?"
Ian was standing at a urinal at the time and he fought down
the urge to run before he had finished. He zipped his pants up and
then turned to face Hank. "Well, you know, it just sorta happened."
Hank just shook his head, "With girls like Rebecca, it
doesn't just happen."
Ian was starting to sweat, "Ummm..." he started nervously.
Then Hank burst into a big smile. "I didn't think you had
it in you, kid! She's spaced out, but she fucks like there's no
tomorrow, doesn't she? Just be careful Patrick doesn't find out,
okay?"
"Sure, I won't tell him if you won't."
"Fine with me," Hank announced and slapped Ian on the back.
Patrick noticed the weird look on Ian's face as he returned
from the restroom. "What's up?" she asked.
"Your ex-boyfriend just gave me the all clear to keep going
out with you."
"The bastard!" she said trying to sound outraged, but she was
unable to keep a smile off her face.
Hank, and his conquest for the night, stumbled past on their
way out of the bar. As he passed Ian and Patrick he waved in their
general direction.
"I suppose he would have found out sooner or later," Patrick
said. "I had thought he would be a bit more annoyed about it though."
"You're annoyed he isn't jealous!"
"I am not!" Patrick retorted. "Well, maybe a little. I
thought I'd made a bigger impression on him than that."
"You have to expect that from men like Hank. They're just
interested in the next woman they're going to bed. They're never
really interested in women, just sleeping with them."
"Point taken," she admitted. "Now buy me a drink before I
start going off you."
* * * * * * * * * * * * *
Patrick was halfway home from work when she noticed the car
following hers. She had been so deep in thought that she hadn't noticed
it. She tried to see who was in the car, but her pursuer's headlights
reduced the driver to a mere silhouette.
She wondered if she was just being a bit too paranoid. Why would
anyone want to follow her? Calm down, she told herself. The first thing
she had to do was make sure that her follower wasn't just an over-active
imagination.
Patrick watched the car in her rear-view mirror as she made
several right turns. Her mystery pursuer stayed with her even after she
had gone full circle and was back on the road she had started on. Well,
that settled any doubt, she was being followed.
She shifted in her seat as she wondered what to do next. She
drove past her building and waited until the moment seemed right. After
one hasty look around for any cops, she floored the gas and screeched
around the corner.
Her pursuer was left standing. Patrick turned right again into a
small alleyway she knew was there. By the time the other car turned the
corner Patrick was out of sight.
She waited as the car sped past, obviously trying to catch up
with her, then she pulled out of the alley and set off in pursuit.
Patrick's pursuer slowed right down as whoever it was tried to work out
where she had gone.
Patrick pulled right up behind her former pursuer. The person
driving had a full head of hair, definitely a woman. Patrick finally
recognized who it was. "I should have known," she groaned to herself. She
stabbed the horn with her fist and was rewarded by seeing the driver jump
in her seat.
The driver looked back to see Patrick glaring at her. With a
sheepish look on her face she pulled over to the side of the street and
got out of her car. Patrick quickly parked behind her.
Patrick wound down her window and growled, "Get in, Amanda."
Amanda, looking fairly embarrassed at being caught, slipped into
the passenger seat.
Patrick adjusted the male clothes she had on in an effort to get
comfortable and then asked. "What the hell are you up to?"
"Believe it or not, I'm doing this for your benefit."
Patrick sighed. "You're still not convinced I'm in control of
myself, are you?"
"Well... yes! If you were deluded again you'd be the last one to
know."
"Maybe, but it's different now than it was with Hank. I've
changed." She laid a hand on her breast. "Not just here, but in my head
as well. The body was a catalyst to open a whole new side to me. It
scared the hell out of me at first; I couldn't understand what was
happening. I think that's why I did what I did with Hank. But now I know
and accept what is going on."
"You have changed, I'll give you that," Amanda admitted. "But how
can you tell if you are completely under your own control?"
"I can't, but I think I am. Anyway, I'm happy, Ian's a great guy,
so why not leave it be? There's no time limit on you breaking the curse,
is there, so why hurry?"
Amanda sighed, "Perhaps. To tell you the truth I'd be relieved
if I didn't have to do the ceremony. I have no faith in my abilities to
control my power. I mean, I don't even feel any different. If you weren't
sitting there in a woman's body I wouldn't even believe any of it."
"So, you're not going to become a full-time witch, then?"
"I've heard the pay is lousy. But it can't hurt trying to work on
it with Abigail. To be honest she's almost as in the dark as I am, but I
owe it to you to keep practising the ceremony."
"Amanda!" Patrick protested. "I've told you I don't need it!"
"And I'm not convinced. Maybe the shock isn't that severe this
time, but it'll wear off soon and then you'll want me ready to perform
the ceremony at the first opportunity."
"Give me strength! Look, you're not going to be convinced until
you've sat down and had a long good talk with me and Ian." She thought
for a moment. "Why don't you come over tomorrow night, for dinner? You
could bring Abigail if you want."
"Okay, it's a date." Amanda put her hand on Patrick's shoulder.
"Whatever happens I'll be there for you when you come to your senses."
She climbed out of Patrick's car and headed towards her own.
Patrick groaned. That was Amanda for you. It was almost
impossible to dislodge an idea from her head once it had settled there.
And what if she was right? Patrick shook that idea. If she started
believing Amanda's stories then she really would go mad.
* * * * * * * * * * * * *
Ian sat in Patrick's apartment waiting for her to get ready. It
had been nearly a week since that first time they had made love. The
relationship he was in still seemed weird to him, but he was happy.
He and Patrick had talked intimately several times while Patrick
had been male, but it hadn't gone beyond that. They were both unsure if
it ever would go further, but neither saw any real reason to press the
issue. If it happened, it happened.
"Hurry up," he called. "They'll be here in a minute!"
"Alright!" came Patrick's slightly testy reply. "I don't think
you truly realize how much more work a woman has to put into getting
ready." She opened the bedroom door. "There. What do you think?"
"Wow!" Ian remarked.
Patrick had chosen a short and tight white dress that was just on
the right side of tasteful. She had been working hard on her face and she
was now getting quite good with her make-up. She had learnt to resist the
urge to overdo it.
The doorbell rang. "Just in time," Patrick remarked. "You go
check the food and I'll let them in."
She walked over to the front door and, after pausing to adjust
her dress, opened it. "Amanda, Abigail! Perfect timing. Come on in."
"You look fantastic!" Abigail remarked, earning a rather sour
look from Amanda.
"Can I get you anything to drink?" Patrick asked.
"Sure, anything as long as it isn't too strong."
Amanda waited until Patrick had gone to get the wine. "Do you
have to encourage him like that? We're here to try and talk him back to
reality, remember?"
"You might be, but I'm here for dinner. It's not like he's
turned into a bimbo again, is it?"
Amanda sighed, "Near enough."
Ian greeted the two women, trying to keep his nerves from
showing. He knew he didn't have to justify his and Patrick's actions to
them, but he knew he'd feel much better if they gave him their blessing.
Throughout dinner the conversation avoided the subject of Ian
and Patrick and stayed on trivial topics.
After the dessert, they settled into the armchairs and Amanda
broached the important question. "So what are you going to do now?"
"I've been giving it a lot of thought," Patrick replied. "I want
to keep doing the job I love."
"But you know that's impossible," Amanda pointed out. "You admit
yourself that your work has suffered since you've had to struggle with
your curse."
Patrick nodded, "True. And my situation would only get worse as
the weeks and months passed."
Amanda pressed her advantage. "So you have no choice. You have
to let us break the curse."
"If I can work as a woman then I won't have to strain to hold my
body male. I can concentrate fully on the job at hand."
"But no-one will employ your female self; you've said so
yourself. As a female you have no track-record, qualifications or even a
legal identity. No-one would hire you as anything other than a
secretary."
"I would," replied Patrick with a smile.
"What?"
"I'm going to start my own agency. It'll be risky, but then,
I've always thrived on risk. It's the only way I can do my job at my full
ability. So my male self would run the agency and be at all the high-
profile meetings with clients, but it'd be my female self who'd run the
office."
"Do you really think you'd get away with that?" Abigail asked
wondrously.
"I think I can. Of course, it'll help that Ian will be there."
Amanda sat back and sighed, "You've really thought about this,
haven't you?" She looked at Ian, "Do you think this is worth the risk?"
Ian shrugged, "Patrick has a very good reputation in the
advertising industry. He'll attract plenty of clients if he sets up his
own company."
"You might as well give up," Abigail told Amanda. "He isn't
going to change his mind."
"Yeah, I know. Patrick is still as obstinate as he's always
been."
Patrick laughed, "So you're not going to try and kidnap me
again?"
"No. I still think you and Ian are utterly insane, but you're
not in bimbo mode. The offer will always stand, though. I'm going to
keep learning about these powers inside me and if you ever want the
curse broken, just ask."
"Thank you for that," Patrick replied quietly.
"I think it's time we were going," Abigail said. "Patrick, I'll
see you Monday lunch time, I expect."
"Yeah," Patrick replied. "It'll be a month at least before I'm
ready to resign."
"What are you going to tell Hank?" Ian asked.
"That's awkward," Patrick agreed. "We're friends and all that,
but he'll probably get my job at Ross-Shimura so he'll be alright."
As they walked to the door Amanda turned to Patrick. "I'm glad
everything has worked out okay. I never meant any of this to happen."
"I'm thankful it did," Patrick replied. She looked over at Ian.
"We had fun together, but it wasn't really love. I didn't realize that
until I got together with Ian."
"I was half convinced you were still out of your skull when I
came here tonight, but I understand what's really happened to you.
You've adapted, turned the disadvantage into an advantage; just like
you always do. I just look forward to the day you get pregnant. Seeing
you deal with that will be fun."
Patrick laughed, "I have no intention of starting a family."
"No? But then you had no intention of falling in love with Ian,
did you?"
"Have you seen film of women giving birth," Patrick replied in
mock horror. "You have to be insane to think I'll go through that!
Well... just yet anyway."
Amanda hugged the woman her former lover had become. In her
heart she had known Patrick wouldn't have the curse broken. Her former
boyfriend had changed so much in the last few weeks, but she was still
Patrick where it counted.
After the two women had gone, Ian and Patrick kissed. Then he
picked her up and carried her into the bedroom. "What were you talking
about?" Ian asked her.
"Oh, she wondered how long it would be before we started a
family and I said childbirth looks so painful I'll never have anything
to do with it."
"Oh," Ian replied, trying to hide his disappointment.
"Don't look so down," Patrick told him. "We had an idea. We
decided that if I didn't want to carry the baby then you could. Amanda
will do the necessary spell tonight."
"What?! Are you serious?"
Patrick tried to keep a straight face, but failed and collapsed
with laughter.
Ian pretended to be cross. "Listen, my dear, there is only one
woman in this relationship and that's you."
"And don't you forget it. Now come here and satisfy me."
"What you told Amanda before all this began is right; it is hard
to be a man. Our work is never done."
"Oh, stop moaning," Patrick said to her lover as she pulled him
down on top of her. "It's my turn."
TO BE CONCLUDED...
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