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Chapter 10 - Decision time

I glance down at my still unopened beer. Then I hurry to the 
cooler, swapping my warm beer for a cold one. Picking one up for 
Marcy, I approach her, holding it out, knowing that I would've just 
flipped it to Jimmy. As she takes it from me, our hands touch for a 
second before I pull away. She smiles a Mona Lisa type smile as 
her voice reverts back to her feminine voice, "Anyone ever tell you 
that you've got a nice ass?"

I ignore her comment and sit back down on the swing, popping my 
beer and taking a big chug, hearing her pop her new beer. 

Without any hesitation, she switches back into her Jimmy voice 
"After my surgery, Charlie moved back in with me. He wants to 
marry me and knows that I'm using him - that it is only a matter of 
time until I dump him as I became more feminine and more 
aggressive. I used him - letting him build my feminine ego, 
escorting me around town and treating me as if I'm a genuine girl. 
Day by day, I continued to reprogram myself, reshaping bit by bit, 
each part of my psyche while trying to forget the harsh memories 
of my former life. While he liked me with my cock, he swore that 
his real preference is with my pussy. And he loved my new look. 
The plastic surgeon gave me cheekbones, luscious lips, reshaped 
my nose, and made my eyes a little bigger; in addition to the boob 
job. I shaped my eyebrows, colored and permed my hair and let the 
hormones soften my skin as it filled out my curves making it 
infinitely more supple and sensitive, a quality which only added to 
my emerging sensuality. My sense of touch is elevated beyond 
anything I has thought possible. My body is well-muscled, but the 
surgery and hormones softened it so it exuded femininity and 
sensuality. I knew that I was beautiful by most men's standards, 
but I wanted to be beautiful by your standards. I wanted you to 
appreciate my beauty, and want me. When the doctor finally said 
that I could have sex, Charlie was my first. You are my second. 
Charlie taught me to enjoy bondage games and mild-to-medium 
s&m. I enjoyed being dominant, but also enjoy being submissive, 
too. I learned to enjoy cunnilingus, plain old-fashioned sex, role 
playing, and anal sex. I was very willing to try new things, 
especially when I found out that Charlie is certified HIV free. In 
this wild, uninhibited state, I reshaped my sexuality, becoming the 
woman that I wanted to be. I even allowed Charlie to take a bunch 
of porno pictures of me, as I sprawled around our bed, wearing 
nothing but a leather G-string around my hips. When I was 
confident enough in my new appearance and personality to face 
you, I came back here. You fell for my little sultry girl act and 
didn't recognize me, thanks to my new face, my new set of normal 
looking teeth, my boobs, my voice, my long blonde hair, my contact 
lenses that changed the color of my eyes, my new wardrobe and 
my new personality. You know the rest - well, almost the complete 
rest. That was me that called Donna to the Cafe, that first night we 
went out. I wanted to show you that I was more woman than her 
and wanted to do it fast. So I created a situation to put her in a 
spot and make her look bad, while increasing your desire for me."

"I think I understand," I replied, staring into her eyes. "And maybe 
you are right. When we are kids, I couldn't have handled it and 
probably would've done something stupid. But we're adults now 
and I think that you should've told me right from the start, instead 
of leading me on, then pulling the rug out from underneath me as 
you did twenty minutes ago."

Her lip curled in a snarl as she silently laughed at my remark, then 
changing back to her feminine voice and putting an obviously 
phony smile on her face, she cooed "Really? Knowing that I was 
Jimmy, could you have kissed my lips as passionately? Knowing it 
is your best friend down on bent knees, could you enjoy it as much 
while I sucked your cock? Knowing that it is an artificial pussy, 
could you plunge your cock repeatedly into it as you sucked on my 
surgically augmented nipples? Knowing it is your best friend's ear, 
can you nibble on it as you whispered the things that you want to 
do to me with your cock - and want me to do with my collagen 
plumped out mouth and recently created orifice. I don't think so. If 
I had told you on day one who I used to be, you would have stared 
at me openmouthed, telling me that you need some time to think 
about it and then mysteriously be gone whenever I called your 
house. I know you, Gary. You wouldn't have given me the chance 
to prove that I'm as much a woman as some of those sluts that you 
date."

I fling my half-empty beer can across the porch as I jump to my 
feet, screaming "Why are you doing this to me?"

I run into the house slamming the door behind me, grabbing my 
shoes and putting them on, not taking the time to tie them as I 
grab my meager few belongings and cram them into my overnight 
bag. 

As I angrily march across the porch, my eyes focus on my car door, 
she calls, her voice breaking up with soft sobs "Don't I even rate a 
'good-by' from you, knowing that we'll never see each other again."

Stopping in my tracks, I slowly rotate so that I can see her face. 
Tears are flowing down her cheeks and seeing her so honestly 
distraught, it causes my body to slowly walk toward her. She 
raises her head as I approach her. Without knowing why I'm doing 
it, I sit down on the seat beside her and put my arm around her, 
feeling her collapse against me as her chest heaves with her 
sobbing. 

For a couple of minutes, we sit silently like that - her sobbing and 
her head leaning against my chest, with my arm around her 
shoulder. Then I ask "Who are you?"

She whispers "I don't know. I became the woman that you said 
that you wanted. I merged my multiple personalities into one - 
Marcy, who is a sexy, seductive, nympho type who is bound and 
determined to win your love. She's a fully functioning female, living 
the life of a new-age woman. She's a pretty blonde, her hair 
bleached even blonder from the sun and her skin a healthy looking 
tanned color. I built her personality using Becky's perky, 
enthusiastic cheerleader personality as the basic. I quickly learned 
all the subtle and unmistakable ways voluptuous women act. The 
surgeons created the perfect body, perfect face, perfect nose, but I 
created Marcy's new personality just for you."

Taking a deep breath, I whisper "I'm sorry that I called you a 
fucking queer."

She raises her head, her eyes glistening from her tears, a smile on 
her face as she responds "I was never a queer. When I lived as a 
male, I never had sex with a man. The only times that I've had sex 
with a man, are when I've dressed as a woman and turned control 
of my body over to my feminine personality. And when we've made 
love, you've made love to a very passable female body - as certified 
by some of the best plastic surgeon's in the state."

"It fooled me."

A big smile illuminates her tear-stained face "Yeah, I know and 
enjoyed every minute of my little deception."

There is a moment of awkward silence then I jump up and walk 
over to the beer, popping another top as I stand up, looking at the 
mysterious person that I've spent the night in bed with, all curled 
up in our mixed love juices - the person that I thought that I knew 
but have just discovered that I don't really know.

"How did you generate all that lubrication?"

"A lot of it is real but I went to the bathroom a couple of times to 
pee and used that opportunity to add a little more jelly."

"There are no scars?"

"My body's covered with scars. I had follow-up surgery to hide 
some of the scars while other scars are hidden in body folds. The 
most intensive surgery is on my face and those scar lines are 
hidden in my hairline or within my mouth."

I sit down across from her and stare at her, looking at her long 
legs, wondering why I didn't recognize her general body shape. 
After all, I'd seen Jimmy naked so many times that I couldn't count 
the times. I can understand now why her body appeared so firm 
and muscular. I stare at her face trying to see something - 
anything - that will remind me of Jimmy's face, but there is 
nothing. I let my eyes scan her face from her forehead to her full 
lips, then drift down her neck to her boobs. Now I know why her 
areola are so small and look like male nipples.

As I thought about her nipples and her surgically created cunt, I 
began to feel nervous about how intimate I'd been with her 
modified body. I have so many questions roaring through my head 
that I didn't know where to start. 

I ask "Why didn't you stay as Jimmy?"

Her voice raised in timbre showing her slight aggravation at that 
question "How can I explain it to you? I was never really Jimmy or 
the Jimmy that you knew. All my life living as him was a lie. I 
thought at first when I started dressing, that the Marcy identity is 
the phony life, but over time, I discovered that Marcy is really me 
and Jimmy is the phony me. When I dress as Marcy, I become all 
feminine and soft. When I dress as Jimmy, it is like a stage act 
where I put on the costume and pretend to be someone different. I 
have to concentrate to keep my femininity hid, to keep from doing 
things such as being limp-wristed, to keep from reaching out to 
hold your hand, or to keep from giving you a quick kiss on the 
cheek when you looked so handsome. I couldn't stay as Jimmy any 
more than you can walk through the halls of school holding your 
best friend's hand. I came to you as Marcy because I want you to 
think of me as Marcy and to treat me as if I'd been born Marcy. I 
want you to let me be the woman beside you. I want to go fishing 
with you and when we're through fishing for the day, to curl up in 
a sleeping bag with you. I want to ride my bicycle beside your 
bicycle and race you through the park as we've always done, but 
then I want to go home with you and share your shower as we 
playfully wash the sweat off each other's body. I want to go into a 
bar with you and drink beer, but I want to be the woman that you 
guide around the dance floor and take home to your bed. I want to 
play grab-ass with you and to really touch you in places that I 
used to dream about. I want to be the woman that you escort into 
church and introduce to your friends. What else can I say?"

******

I try to be cool. After I get over my initial shock and anger, I tried to 
look at the situation with an objective viewpoint while she takes a 
shower.

She is definitely the best piece of ass that I'd ever had but can I 
ever make love to her again, knowing that it's really Jimmy that I'm 
fucking? 

She is a beautiful looking woman. She has a very realistic cunt. 
She doesn't look like a man wearing a dress. She can fuck my 
brains out. She passes for a normal woman. She rung my bells like 
no real woman ever did. She loves me. She gives a terrific blow job. 
There is nothing masculine about her body, her personality, or her 
appearance. 

But she is still Jimmy, no matter how she looks or acts. She has 
been born a man. She has been my best friend all of my life. 
Everyone in town knows that Jimmy and I were always buddies. 
What will people think if they discovered Marcy's secret past life?  
Will they think that I knew about his gender disorder back then 
and that I ..

Aghhh!  So many problems.  So few answers.

I sip another beer and sit out on the front porch as I wait on Marcy 
to finish her shower. After about an hour, she comes out on the 
porch, wearing a white skintight cotton dress. I start with her high 
heels and work my way up her nylon-clad legs to the dress's hem 
just above her knees. The dress wraps around her tight ass and 
slight hips then flows up her body to her braless bosom. The low-
cut cleavage exposed just enough of her boobs to be very enticing 
yet acceptable for introducing her to my mother. On her left arm is 
a delicate woman's watch and on her right arm is a simple gold 
chain. Her perfectly polished nails and a ring on each hand appear 
very normal. Her long curly blonde hair is perfectly brushed and 
cascades down her bare back. Her red lips are very full and 
glistening, her eyelashes long and full, her contact lens colored 
green eyes looking very sparkling. As usual, her makeup is 
perfectly applied. Hanging from her ears, are two golden earrings. 
Around her neck is the gold necklace that Jimmy used to wear. 
She has the beautiful look and absolutely feminine appearance of a 
centerfold.

I can only stare at her as she opens a beer and sits down across 
from me, crossing her legs as she exposes a tantalizing glimpse of 
white panties under her dress. 

She lights a cigarette and stares back at me for a second before 
suggesting "Why don't you get cleaned up and take me into town 
for lunch?"

******

I clean up and join her on the porch. She hands me her car keys 
and walks in front of me to her car, pausing at the passenger door 
and looking at me to see how I will treat her. Being a perfect 
gentleman, I open the door and watch her sit down, then shut the 
car door.

At the restaurant, I notice several men checking her out. I can't 
help but laugh as I wonder what those same men would do if they 
only knew what I know about her.

After lunch, I drive us back to the cabin. We are both quiet during 
lunch and the drive. I suppose that we have said everything that 
we can say to each other and now only time will decide what we 
will do. I park her car at the cabin and we sit there for a minute, 
until the silence becomes awkward. 

Marcy asks "Would you like to go for a hike? Or we can go down to 
the lake and go fishing? Or we could....?"

I ignore her suggestions as I turn sideways in her bucket seats and 
stare at her exposed cleavage before I suggest "I think that I should 
go home and do some thinking. Will you mind driving me back?"

******

The three hour trip back to town is a silent trip except for the 
radio's blaring. 

She pulls up beside my truck and announces "Looks like someone 
left you a love note."

I see the lavender envelope tucked under the windshield and know 
it is from Donna. I mumble something stupid as I unload my 
suitcase from her car. She doesn't say a word but just unlocks her 
motel room and goes into the room, leaving the door standing open 
as if to invite me in. I put my suitcase into my truck and remove 
the envelope, smelling Donna's 
perfume and recognizing her handwriting. I don't read the note or 
say good-by to Marcy.

******

My mother thinks that I'm sick. It is Saturday night, I don't have a 
date, I'm not going out drinking and I'm staying in my room. It is 
after nine o'clock in the privacy of my room before I open Donna's 
note and read it. It simply says 

Gary,
I love you more than you'll ever know. I know that there
are things that a man's gotta do and that you're torn 
between the two women in your life right now. I know
	that you've been sleeping with her and that you've been 
	lying to me about your relationship with her. I don't 
	care and I forgive you. 

	I won't follow you anymore or harass you as you decide 
what you want to do with your life. I'm at home, waiting 
	for your call.
	
Donna

I smelled the note, smelling the wonderful perfume that she wears, 
remembering the good times that I've had with Donna over the 
years that we've dated. I get up out of bed and find the picture that 
I keep hidden of her. I put the picture of her posing in her spiked 
heels, sheer black stocking, black lace garter belt, and black lace 
bra with cutout nipples on my desk beside the more formal picture 
of her that was taken by one of those glamour photographers. 
Those two pictures showed Donna in all of her glory, all of her 
beautiful womanhood. 

I open my desk and pull out another picture that I place beside 
Donna's pictures. This is an old Polaroid picture of Jimmy and me 
fishing. We are posing beside a fish that Jimmy caught. Both of us 
are wearing nothing but our bathing suits. I hold the Polaroid and 
cover Jimmy's face with my thumb as I look at his body, trying to 
recognize anything back then that looks like the body that Marcy 
now has, seeing nothing. It is just the picture of two good friends 
laughing about a fish that they'd caught and who are enjoying 
each other's friendship.

I place the Polaroid on the desk beside Donna's pictures and look 
at Donna, then look at the photo of Jimmy, wishing I had a picture 
of Marcy. For several minutes, I stare at both sets of pictures then 
reach for the phone. I slowly dial the number that I've memorized 
and wait while the phone rings three times. Then there is a click 
and a slight pause before a woman's voice answers "Hello."

I clear my throat and softly say "I've made my mind up. You're the 
woman that I want to spend the rest of my life with. Will you marry 
me?"

There is a slight gasp then the woman's voice changes, becoming 
softer, becoming more relaxed as she coos "It's not the way that I 
expected this to occur. I'd always imagined you being slightly more 
romantic - you know, down on your knees, being slightly nervous 
as you pop the question to me - that type of proposal."

"It's been a difficult day and I've have some hard decisions to think 
about. What's your answer?"

"Come by and kiss me.  Then if you get down on your knee's I'll tell 
you my answer." She coos as she unexpectedly hangs up on me.

I adjust the mild erection within my tight jeans, walk out of the 
house and hop into my truck, knowing that I still have a packed 
suitcase with all the clothes that I will need for tonight.  I don't 
have a ring but I'm definitely going to ask the love of my life to 
marry me.  

The End.

Author's Note: Remember the old story of the Lady or the Tiger? 
While our hero doesn't have the same dangerous options in this 
story, he still has his options. I could've finished the story with an 
ending, but I prefer to leave it open to the reader's interpretation as 
to which woman he asks to marry him. 

Drop me an e-mail @ mellin6695@aol.com to let me know who you 
think that he finally decided to marry.

Waldo




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