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True Love 3/3
by Vickie Tern
Don't read this if you aren't legally entitled to read this. It
contains explicit sex. Mostly right at the outset, and mostly
gentle, but still, you aren't supposed to know about such things.
There are characters who use obscene language too, nothing you
haven't heard before, chances are, but nothing you're allowed to
read here. Your parents and your legislators want their thoughts
about you to remain pure.
If the events in this story seems to resemble events in the lives
of anyone you know, I'm amazed by the coincidence. I'm also sure
they would not appreciate your trumpeting that fact to the world.
Vickie Tern's other stories are archived at
http://www.fictionmania.com and also
http://library.gaycafe.com/nifty/transgender/by_authors/Vickie_Tern
I appreciate all kinds of comment: VickieTern@AOL.COM.
iii.
The next morning when I pulled into our driveway there was a
strange car blocking my way into the garage. Rob's. They'd spent
the night fucking each other under my roof? I felt the hood -- the
engine was still quite warm. No, they'd been in their hotel room,
just as I'd been in mine.
I got out of the car and staggered up the walk, not only because of
those heels, but because I had to walk spraddle-legged. My God, my
asshole was sore! Gail had spent half the night plunging a fat
rubber dildo in and out of it, my "boy pussy" she called it, until
finally I had come in a very strange way, an incredibly intense
seizure of my whole body, ethereal sort of, and then came a release
and a trickling of fluids from my penis without it once getting
erect!
Gail exulted when it happened. "Now you're a woman, honey! And
don't let anyone tell you different! That's a woman's orgasm. You
can have as many as you want, as often as you want! Now where's
that pretty mouth of yours? I want that tongue inside my cunt
again NOW!"
When she wasn't fucking me Gail wanted me to suck her pussy, to
lick it and poke my tongue into it. Then when she'd had enough
straight "tonguefucking," as she called it, she wanted me to force
it into her anus. "Geoffrey kisses my ass, honey," she said. "You
can do better than that! You'll see soon enough! Keep at it!" It
finally happened just after dawn. She was sitting on my face with
her cheeks spread wide apart when my tongue finally penetrated her
rear, and her sphincters clamped down to hold it inside her. The
taste was strange, but she treated me with great affection after I
pushed in and out and licked her hole clean. It must have felt
especially nice to her, because she told me she wanted to see me
some more, since I had this talent, if I didn't mind. I didn't
answer. My own hole was still drippy from the enema she'd given me
to make way for her dildo, and there was nothing I could do about
that. It still felt stretched wide open as I waddled into the
house.
Cynthia and Rob were sitting in the living room when I came in
limping and kicked off my heels, and then just stood there looking
at first one, then the other of them. They'd been talking together
quietly.
"Sweetie, you're back!" Cynthia leaped up and ran over and threw
her arms around me. "I can't wait to hear all about it! Was it
fun? Was it awful? Gail told me she'd clue you in and then break
you in, so you'd know why we had to do what we did, why she thinks
so, anyhow, why you're really and truly going to become a woman,
and she promised she'd give you a little taste of what it's like.
Things like that. You'd never have agreed to any of it, I know.
But now, doesn't it make sense to you? Doesn't it? I do hope you
like getting fucked! Tell me you liked it, honey! Please!"
She stood there, looking into my eyes. I looked into hers. She'd
betrayed me in so many ways I couldn't begin to count them! But
some of it was for my sake. She loved me, no doubt about that. It
was all there in her eyes -- her worry, her concern for me, her
hopes for our future, and the teeniest delighted gleam at the
practical joke she'd played on me, sort of. And above all, her
deepest, deepest affection. I could have drowned in that! I
kissed her quickly, gently, twice, once on each eyelid.
"Oh, sweetheart!" she whispered. "Oh, dearest sweetheart!" And
she kissed me full on the mouth.
Then she stood back. "I see you've lost your cherry," she said
with a twinkle in her eye. "There's a bloodstain on your dress, in
back. You shouldn't wear evening gowns when you're making love, or
too soon after, honey. Or anything, really, unless you've got a
tampon for afterward. The fluids leak. Gail must have gotten a
little severe with those tender membranes inside your boy pussy.
She did tell me that she likes to fuck her partners hard! Well,
strip, and I'll set it to soak before it the stain sets too badly."
"Cynthia," I said. "Not now. You have a guest!" I glared at Rob.
My rival. He'd been doing to Cynthia what Gail had done to me!
What if she'd enjoyed it as much as I did?
"Oh, sweetie, Rob isn't a guest. Rob's here to stay! We're
engaged! I've been engaged to him in my heart for a long time now,
ever since there was only you at home, my lovely husband, my lovely
husband who's never been able to provide for my needs, and who gets
less able each year! I've sometimes felt we were engaged before we
were born! It's a spiritual thing!"
I was confused.
"You know Rob's not married any more. First he wore his wife out
sexually, and then she didn't want him. I heard she'd turned
lesbian. Then she threw him out when I started up with him. Was
it two years ago? Less? Honey, Rob is all I've ever wanted or
needed for sex. I want you because you're so very sweet, and Rob
because he can fuck me senseless! And I've been true to
the two of you ever since any of us met. It's always been only you
two. I've wanted us to live together for so very long! And now we
can!"
"Because I do love you, Donna precious! Even if I were married to
Rob right now, I'd still never want to share you with another
woman. Not while you're still a man! I just can't bear the
thought of some other woman clamping her hips onto that darling
prick of yours, and feeling it move around inside her! It's mine!
It's mine till death do us part! That's the way it is!"
"That's the way it is right now, anyhow. Gail probably explained
it to you, what's going to happen to that dear little thing down
there? Pretty soon there'll be no more sex between us, honey. Not
when your hormones and your surgery make you more of a woman and no
man at all. That's when we'll get divorced, and if things work out
I'll marry Rob. But we won't separate, ever, I hope. You'll still
live here, sweetheart! We'll still be good friends. Loving
friends. Very best girlfriends."
"But then there'll be no more sex. You see, I can't do what Gail
does. I'm not much for oral sex or dildoes or other girlie things
like that, you know that, sweetie. With me it's always been a
stiff dick deep in my wazoo, or else someone else's stiff dick stuck
deep inside me! I can sit on a cock, and roll around on one, and
slide up and down on one all day long! And all night! I've never
had enough of it!"
"And make no mistake, Rob's is impressive. Not just that it's so
huge you really can't not know when it's in you. It's that you
can't move at all when it's all the way in you, just grunt! It's
that it never seems to need to lie down, and when it does, it wakes
up again after hardly any time at all! Rob can fuck four times, six
times a day! And cum each time, and then fuck again! And at night
the same! And again the next day!"
"Donna, how could any girl ever say no to a man like that? I've
loved him ever since he came to work for your Company, that first
Christmas office party. The bulge in his pants looked like Santa
Claus's sack, and he invited me to reach inside to see if there
was a present there for me! Was there ever? He's actually too
much!"
"Anyhow, honeybun, that's why Rob is moving in with us! We need to
live together for a while before we get married. You know. Just
to make sure. And because I just might want him four, six times a
day, now and then!"
She smiled at that. "Here, let me take care of your dress, while
you two get acquainted all over again. You're Miss Vice President
Donna, now, lover! Rob works for you! When he isn't working for
me, that is! Rob, Donna is my best friend. Remember that. No
more secrets from her. She shares everything with me. Even things
that are very precious. Treat her with respect, always."
I carefully unsnapped and unzipped and unbuttoned my beaded gown,
my bridal gown Gail had called it when we arrived in her suite and
it became obvious she meant to deflower me. Cynthia took it and
was gone.
I turned to Rob and sat down just across from him. He'd been
listening to everything Cynthia'd said, looking at me with mild
interest. I saw no mockery or scorn in his eyes.
"That's a very pretty slip, Donna," he said. "My ex had one just
like it! Cynthia was so happy when she found it in Victoria's
Secret a week ago, after she'd made her deal with Gail. She said
it was a perfect match for the bras and things she'd already bought
for you for when the big moment came. As it did last night.
Drink?"
I shook my head. The elaborate hairdo the salon had pinned up now
all tumbled down. Extra hair in it, "falls" and "rats" they called
them. I'd prefer a clipped woman's hairstyle, I thought to myself,
as I pinned it back up. There are some cute ones. Unless I can
find some way out of this. I don't see any, though. "Too early
for a drink," I said.
"Coffee, then." Rob went into the kitchen and brought back a
small tray with coffee, milk, sugar, a spoon, and even a napkin
spread across the bottom of the tray. He really was trying to be
solicitous! "I don't know yet how you take it," he said quietly.
He sat down and continued his narrative. "Donna, Cynthia wasn't
just happy when she found that white dress of yours, she was
ecstatic! 'It's Don, it really is!' she kept saying. 'It's
perfect for him!' She's been so happy, shopping for you, planning
all kinds of things for last night, and for when you're eventually
a woman! And I can't say she wasn't right about the dress. You
know, with your slim hips, you'll be a real knockout when your
boobs come in! Like a model!"
He meant well, but his encouragement wasn't welcome. "So you were
in on this, Rob? From the beginning?"
"No. Well, yes, once Cynthia decided that she couldn't live
without coming home to my cock every evening, and having it
available all day every weekend. But it was all her planning. I
only made suggestions. A year ago or so, when the beginnings
occurred to her, when she was spreading it around that she was
fucking everyone in sight, I helped her make it credible by setting
up some stories with a few friends and their wives who were willing
to cooperate. They couldn't figure why she wanted that reputation,
but they did spread the word. She's got to be a remarkable woman,
they'd tell me when I asked for their help. But I guess you
already know that."
"Yes," I said. I was bewildered again, but I knew that Top
Management never lets Junior Management know that. "So she never
did sleep around, eh?"
"No. Just me. And you, of course. With me on call, why would she
ever want anyone else?"
"Why'd she want me to believe she was sleeping around?"
Rob just looked at me. "Two reasons. One was so you couldn't feel
jealous of any one man, and then try to do something stupid about
it! Something violent. She wanted to protect me from you. And
protect you from yourself, too. She tells me you can be a terror
when you're mad, testosterone-driven she calls it, and that's why
she wants your balls gone real soon, maybe as early as next week.
The way she puts it, when fighting bulls become steers, they're no
longer interested in fighting. Anyhow, she wanted you to blame
her for whatever infidelities you heard about, not the supposed men
involved. And not me. So you'd figure it was all her doing, not
mine. She never mentioned me at all until just a few days ago,
I'll bet."
"Not until yesterday morning, no," I said. "When we were fucking
she mentioned it. Not before." It was only yesterday morning? "I
never heard about any of the others either. She had to tell me
about them. The word never got back to me."
Rob grinned. "Well, that's you. Hardworking and trusting, and
outside the gossip loop. When you were fucking she told you, eh?
I guess with you when she's fucking she can still use her brains.
Clever of her. Nobody ever gets mad in the middle of a good fuck,
she must have figured. Anyhow, that was the main reason she wanted
to seem to be a loose woman."
"The other reason was to make it sound credible that she was
screwing Geoffrey, for when the word got back to Gail. She had to
get Gail's attention, and then stay in her line of sight! She had
to seem to be a really serious threat so Gail would be willing to
go all out and pay a steep price to stop her! And look at you,
Miss Vice President! She sure did!"
"She wasn't screwing Geoffrey?"
"Of course not. That old fart? Whatever for? She was prepared to
do it, if it came to that. But it wasn't necessary. She flirted
with Geoffrey once, and then when Gail confronted him about the
so-called 'affair' he denied everything, then came apart and
admitted everything. Cynthia told Gail particulars of some pretty
kinky stuff they'd supposedly done together. Well, Geoffrey's
played around with so many secretaries that when Gail described his
kinks he got all flustered and confirmed everything his dirty mind
had ever done or imagined about any woman, as if it were solid
fact. Gail still thinks they spent some time in the sack
together?"
"Yes. She means to keep him asleep every night, and pretty soon
castrate him."
"Tough broad. But I guess you know that just from last night!"
"I guess," I said, shifting uneasily on my bottom. It still hurt.
Probably it was still leaking into my panties. I'd better ask
Cynthia to lend me a tampon, I thought.
Rob noticed. "No, I don't just mean that she likes to ream ass and
call that sex. I mean she emasculates men whenever she can! Look
at you, for openers. You're a woman, in only one night. And your
balls aren't long for this world either!"
I was silent. Was I already mourning their loss? "Who's
responsible for that?" I asked. "Was that Cynthia selling my
balls to Gail in order to buy my promotion, and my salary package,
and a better life for us on my new income?"
"In a way." Rob leaned forward, now looking quite serious, ready
to talk man to man. "We knew way back that would have to be a
price you'd pay when she left you for me. If she had to leave you.
Or something like that price. Because she loves you and she
doesn't want to hurt you!"
"What?" I asked, baffled yet again.
"You see, soon after we found each other, when we were head over heels,
enraptured, when we couldn't either of us ever get enough of each other,
she told me what she wanted to do to you, so that when she finally
divorced you and married me, you wouldn't mind."
I leaned forward too. "What was that?"
"She wanted to change your taste in women into a taste for men. To
teach you to enjoy sex with men. So that by the time she left you
for me you wouldn't even notice she was gone! So you'd be so
happy with your nancy boys you wouldn't even remember to send her
a Christmas card! She loves you, remember. She can't stand to see
you hurt!"
"Is that possible? To make a straight man gay?"
"Maybe, if there are already latent tendencies. With different
mood altering drugs and hypno-therapy and positive reinforcement,
and the right kind of conditioning. She'd already started you on a
drug that would keep you from getting erections -- she's been giving
you small doses ever since, she tells me, to help keep you from
straying. She's feels so very possessive about you! And she'd
already lined up a doctor to provide an antidote and some gay guy's
rear end simultaneously, so you'd get the notion that only a man's
buns would turn you on ever again. That you could only cum again
inside some guy's ass, not even in your own hand. Things like that."
I wondered if that would be preferable to where I was now, sitting
in stretched out pantyhose and a slip and wearing an empty bra,
leaking into my panties, new breasts and a vagina already in the
offing, talking to my wife's lover. Or else in jail and disgrace,
certainly for me, probably for Cynthia too.
"Why'd she decide I'd be better off as a woman?" I asked. "Because
that's what she is?"
"Partly. But it was partly my idea."
"Your idea?!" My apparently famous temper began to rise up. My
rival had schemed with my wife to get me out of the way by turning
me into a woman? It sounded like one of those pornographic
fantasies you read on the Net, or hear about on the sleazier talk
shows, Geraldo or Jerry Springer. "You son of a bitch!"
"Now hold on." Rob remained even-tempered, even equable. "This
was some time ago, remember. I was still married. But my wife was
already prepared to divorce me, because she'd already taken up with
someone else. With the boss's wife! With Gail! That's how I found
out that Gail swings both ways. Or really, swings toward women,
with gestures toward men!"
I was listening.
"So a much better idea occurred to us. Make you a woman, and a
success at work, and a success in the sack with the boss's wife,
and if you work at it, a success in your new gender too. Then you
won't have to join a persecuted minority like the gays. You could
have a respectable new life, and she wouldn't have to leave you,
and you wouldn't ever have to leave her. Well, it took a long
while, but the plan all came together. The payoff was just last
night. With no effort needed on your part at all, I have to point
out, and with only the barest cooperation! Cynthia did it all
herself, all for you! She's quite a woman, your wife!"
"And yes, she thinks she's giving you a tremendous gift. It's a
lot of fun, being a woman. She'd certainly be the first to say so.
Just buying clothes and decorating yourself. And teasing men. And
scheming schemes when everyone thinks you're a ditz. It can make
for a pretty full life! Can't it?"
"I wouldn't know. Not yet, anyhow."
"Well, you will. Cynthia means for you to go shopping with her
this afternoon. You two best girlfriends out enjoying your
first day together! You'll need some power suits for your first day at
the office, and some other things, right off. And lessons in
everything feminine -- she's hired a tutor for you, to keep you
busy while ... ahhh ...the two of us keep ourselves busy with each
other. There's no escaping it now, Donna. Since you're a woman,
you'll need to learn how to do things that all women do. And enjoy
things that women enjoy. Share everything Cynthia enjoys."
"I see."
"Maybe not yet, Donna. Let me try to be clearer."
He leaned forward intently, until our heads almost touched. "I
did just say it, if you heard me. You see, Cynthia really and truly
loves you. In fact, she asked me to let you know that if you ever
you feel inclined, when your new plumbing is all in place, or even now,
just from the excitement of living a whole new kind of life, if you ever
want to know just why she had to leave you for me, well, I should
be available to help you understand. And I am available to help
you understand. Even right now."
"For example, why don't you just reach over here and unzip my fly,
and reach in, and take out my cock. Just hold it -- you'll need
both hands. Heft it. Feel the heat, and feel it swell up. Maybe
squeeze it. Just once. She'd love for you to hold a real man's
cock in your hands for once. She's sure that once you've done
that, you'll know why things have to be the way they are. And how
bright the future can be for all three of us. Here, I'll unzip it.
You can do everything else. Really, you owe it to Cynthia to see
for yourself. And if I may say so, you owe it to yourself!"
I was shocked! What an indecent proposal! But it wasn't his
proposal, it was Cynthia's. A sudden movement caught the corner of
my eye, and I looked up toward the front hall. There leaning
against a door post, quietly watching us, was Cynthia! How long
had she been there? Who knew? She'd been listening closely
though. I could tell, because she was looking straight at me, her
eyes shining with a love I could see was absolutely undiminished by
her love life with Rob! And she'd heard every word Rob had just
said. I could tell, because her expression was so eager, so
hopeful!
"I know why!" I said. "Why you left me here with Rob! It's
because you don't care for oral sex, even with a stud like Rob,
but he does, and you want to know his needs are well-attended? Here
at home, so he won't stray? Is that it, Cynthia? Is that why?"
"Yes, honey! Yes, there's that! There's always been that. But
your needs too, sweetheart! I love you too! I want you to be happy
too! Every way imaginable, now and later on, too! Do you love me
that much? Oh, honey, please?"
I hesitated. Then I managed to smile, a little kittenishly I hoped.
"Maybe," I said. "And maybe not. What's in it for me?"
When she realized I was teasing her, Cynthia's adorable face broke
into the most incandescent smile! Radiant! Utterly blinding!
My last resentments melted away!
"Oh my darling!" she said, rushing forward toward both of us, her
arms outstretched. "My sweetest angel! Let me show you!"
END
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