Family

                                                            by  April


Family is very important.  We need families.  Our family is just as
important to me although it IS a little unorthodox by most standards.
Let me tell you about us.

I need to start a few years back.  My name is Charles.  I was a heady
young buck, full of myself and ready to take the world on.  I had
finished college and started "the career" when I met Sharon.  She was
5'4" and had a wonderful hourglass figure topped with blonde hair and
blue eyes.  What she had in beauty was equaled by her intelligence and
her personality.  We hit it off immediately and were soon a very
serious item.  After a year or so, we decided to get married.  It was a
beautiful affair with all sorts of guests that I didn't know.

We settled into the yuppie lifestyle with two careers and were quite
happy.  Our life together was everything we wanted it to be.  The only
fly in the ointment was the fact that I had been a crossdresser for
most of my life, but hadn't told Sharon about it.  I knew that this
might cause trouble later on but I just never got around to telling
her.

Most of my activities were for personal enjoyment and satisfaction.  I
never went out dressed and always dressed only when no one was around
or likely to be around anytime soon.  Things were pretty safe that way.
That is, they WERE pretty safe that way.

One day I decided that I needed a day off.  Sharon went on to work as
usual.  I got up with her to see her off and then decided to go back to
bed.  As I walked into the bedroom her red nylon nightgown caught my
eye.  It was hanging on a clothes tree in the corner of our bedroom.
Suddenly I had the irresistible urge to dress.  Sharon was gone and
wouldn't be home until at least lunch time.  Everything seemed safe
enough.  I went for it!

I pulled a pair of red satin panties from Sharon's drawer.  The held me
tight and made me feel very safe and secure.  They were also very sexy!
I pulled her nightgown over my head and, after admiring myself in the
mirror, climbed into bed and drifted off to sleep.

I am not very large.  I am 5'9" and weigh 145.  I am not especially
effeminate in appearance but not really bulky, either.  What that
means, in a practical sense, is that I can fit into many of Sharon's
things since she is a size 10 and I am about a size 12.  I am very
careful to identify those things which I cannot wear and to leave those
alone.  Nothing is harder to explain that damage to clothing that is
obviously from being worn improperly.

As I slept, I dreamt of Sharon and me having sex as women.  Later, I
dreamt of having sex with a young bartender at the local watering hole
(I've always been heterosexual).  During this dream, I was giving him
head.  Sharon came in and mounted me from behind to fuck me.  Of
course, Sharon didn't have a cock, but dreams seldom make any real
sense.

Suddenly I was wide awake with an incredible pain shooting through my
ass!  I tried to wake from my dream and found that I wasn't dreaming.
I looked over my shoulder and saw Sharon, still dressed for work except
for her skirt, crouched behind me and pumping my ass like she had a
cock!  AND IT HURT!!

Sharon opened her eyes and I saw a glazed look that told me that she
was starting to cum.  She focused her gaze on me and said, "This is
what you wanted, isn't it?  Now, be a good bitch and FUCK ME!"

I was aghast in the horror that I had been discovered.  I was in
extreme pain and humiliated at having been invaded and violated by my
wife.  I was also enthralled watching her actions.  I grit my teeth and
started pushing back against her thrusts.  The pain started to subside
slowly and, just as I thought I was starting to enjoy myself, Sharon
screamed.  I knew she was cumming and bucked against her wildly.  She
screamed a couple more times and stopped, rigidly erect behind me.
Then she collapsed on top of me.  After a few minutes I felt something
slide out of my ass and she fell onto the bed.  It was then that I saw
the strap-on dildo that she was wearing.

I had never seen this toy before.  I didn't know where or when she had
gotten it.  The realization that she had mounted and fucked me while I
was wearing her nightgown and panties, and still asleep, left me
feeling ashamed and humiliated.  I sat there with my head down
wondering what would come next.

Shortly, Sharon spoke, "I knew you were up to something but I didn't
know what.  Kathy and I have been talking.  She loaned me her dildo and
harness this morning and told me that we should try turning the tables
sometime.  I didn't want to have it found in my office so I came home
to leave it here.  I was angry when I found you lying there in bed
wearing my things.  I decided to teach you a lesson and got you up onto
your knees.  What surprised me the most was how easily, how eagerly,
you hopped right up there.  I wasn't sure if you were asleep until
after I had entered your ass.  Your reaction when you woke up told me
that you had been dreaming, probably about getting cock somehow, maybe
even about taking it up the ass.  We need to talk."

With that she got up and left the bedroom.  She dropped the cock and
harness on the floor and picked up her skirt.  I lay there for a minute
or two and wondered how I was ever going to get out of this.  Finally,
I got up and dressed in shorts and a t-shirt.  I found Sharon sitting
in the kitchen drinking coffee.

As I sat down, Sharon started asking pointed questions about how long I
had been wearing her things and what of her things I had worn.  I
stopped her and recounted my entire life as a crossdresser.  I should
have done this a long time ago.  I was shamed not to have done so and
relieved to be doing so now.  I wondered what her reaction to my story
would be.

I had always read about "the fit." Sharon sat there with a hard look on
her face but didn't say anything.  She didn't scream or throw things.
She just sat there.  Finally she said simply, "I'll talk to you later."
With that she left for work again.

The rest of the day I lived in dread.  Would Sharon divorce me?  Would
she simply kill me?  How much public shame and humiliation would I have
to endure in the process?

That evening Sharon came home.  We sat in silence through dinner and
then watched TV, again in silence.  Finally it was time for bed and
Sharon went into the bedroom.  I followed a few minutes later, wishing
she would say something.  When I got there I found a short blue nightie
and a matching pair of crotchless panties laying on the bed.  Sharon
stepped from the bathroom wearing a black shelf bra and garters.
Across her hips I saw the dildo strapped on again.  I figured out what
she had in mind.

Sharon said, "Well, bitch.  Let's get it on!" I meekly donned the
nightie and panties.  My cock hung in front and I felt extremely
foolish and totally unattractive and unfeminine.  Sharon pushed me onto
the bed and started rolling me over.  She had me raise my hips and
said, "Here it comes, baby!" With that she plunged the dildo into my
ass.

I thought I would die from the pain.  I found myself wishing I WOULD
die from the pain.  Sharon didn't stop until her crotch was firmly up
against my asscheeks.  The dildo filled my belly.  I wasn't sure if I
would ever walk the same again.  One thing for sure, I knew our
relationship would never be the same again.  Sharon started fucking me
with a vengeance.

As Sharon pushed into me she was rubbing her clitoris with the base of
the dildo.  I tried to ignore the pain and concentrate on her.  I
figured that this was the best way to start healing the relationship.
I recognized the pattern of her sexual arousal.  She built to a climax
and came violently.  As she bucked wildly, my ass hurt even more.
Finally she stopped bucking but she kept on thrusting into me.  Soon
she was building again and came even more violently.  She kept on for a
third orgasm.  Finally, Sharon collapsed onto the bed beside me.  The
dildo nearly ripped me apart as it was wrenched out of me.

Sharon was breathing deeply with her eyes shut.  I stayed on my knees
trying to stop the pain in my ass.  Finally Sharon opened her eyes and
said, "Well.  Clean me up, slut."

I removed the dildo and harness and went to get a wash cloth to clean
her with.  As I got off the bed Sharon looked at me and asked, "Where
are YOU going, slut?"

I told her that I was going to get a cloth.  Sharon responded that I
was to use my tongue.  I came back to the bed and started licking her
cunt.

I have never been into particularly kinky sex.  I pointedly didn't
enjoy what had just happened.  Still, I felt that I had seriously
wronged Sharon.  Sharon meant the world to me and, if she felt she
needed to take her frustration and rage out on me this way, I was going
to go along with her ...  to a point.

Over the next week Sharon basically repeated that scene three or four
times.  We seldom talked between sessions and I was getting worried
that we were through.  After a week, Sharon came home early.  She met
me at the door dressed in a very pretty, short, wrap-around dress and
handed me a drink.  We sat and chatted for a few minutes as we finished
our drinks.  Then Sharon came over and kissed me on the lips.  She
stayed close to my face and said in a deep whisper, "I am SO horny.
Why don't you go change and let's have a quick snack before dinner?"

Looking back I realize that I had basically accepted a subordinate or
dominated position in our relationship.  I didn't ask any questions, I
just got up and went into the bedroom.  I had no idea what I should
wear, but I was going to get dressed as I had been commanded.

I found a red lace gartered teddy, red satin crotchless panties, and
red thigh high stockings laying on the bed.  There was a pair of black
patent leather heels sitting on the bed beside this outfit.  There was
also a tube of red lipstick laying there.  I changed into the teddy and
stockings.  I looked into the mirror and smeared lipstick on my lips.
I stepped into the shoes.  The shoes were a size or so too small and
THEY HURT! Nevertheless, I got into them and managed to walk back into
the living room where Sharon waited.

As I entered the room Sharon undid and removed her dress.  She was
wearing a pair of crotchless panties over the dildo harness.  I, of
course, knew what was about to happen but didn't even think about
saying anything in protest.  As I approached Sharon, very much taller
than her in my heels, she motioned for me to drop in front of her.  I
dropped to my knees and bent over.  Sharon took me by the chin and
stood my back up on my knees and said, "Blow me first."

I took the dildo in my mouth and started giving her head.  I had no id
how to do this and my misery was made worse by the fact that the dildo
tasted horrible.  I found my mouth going numb after a few minutes.

I bobbed up and down on her "cock" for several minutes before Sharon
stopped me.  She lifted me up onto my feet and had me bend over a
chair.  I placed my hands on the arms of the chair to get steady and to
try to take some of the pressure off of my aching feet.  Sharon dove
into my ass as she usually did and reamed me good.  My cock was hanging
down and pressed up against the back of the chair.  As she rammed into
me I found that I had the oddest sensations from the friction with the
chair fabric.  Just as the pain was subsiding and I was starting to
enjoy the sensations, Sharon let out a short cry and arched her back.
I knew that she had cum.

Since she had said "a little snack" I was pretty sure that Sharon would
stop for now.  She pulled out of me and walked around to my face.  She
waved her cock in my face like she wanted me to suck it.  I had to
refuse that.

Sharon laughed and continued walking around me.  I wasn't aware of it
at the time but I was waiting for her permission to get up.  Still bent
over the chair I felt Sharon's hands on my ass again.  She said, "Close
your eyes, baby.  I have a surprise for you." I was sure that this
surprise would involve more pain and I shut my eyes dutifully,
expecting the worst.

I felt Sharon starting to press the dildo into my ass again.  This time
there wasn't nearly the pain.  I felt something rubbing against my face
and recognized the dildo.  I was NOT about to put that thing in my
mouth now and screwed my face shut even tighter.  It didn't connect
with me that something was also pushing into my ass at the same time.
I heard Sharon say, "Come on, baby.  you'll enjoy it." At that point I
realized that Sharon's voice came from behind me.  In surprise I opened
my eyes and was shocked to see an honest-to-god cock staring me in the
face.  It brushed against my lips and across my nose.  In surprise I
opened my mouth to speak and it quickly entered my lips.

I started to bite down.  Sharon said from behind, "Ooh.  That's it,
baby.  Have a little snack for yourself.  By the way, this is Ralph.
He works with me." At the sound of Sharon's voice, I stopped resisting
and parted my lips fully.  As the cock slid into my mouth and over my
tongue, I felt Sharon start thrusting firmly into my ass.  I felt
Ralph's hands cup my "breasts" and support my upper body.  I lifted my
hands from the arms of the chair and grasped his cock in both hands.
The world started to swim around me as I began sucking and bobbing,
trying to give good head to this man that I didn't even know.  His cock
kept driving into my throat, gagging me, with every thrust from Sharon.

Ralph moaned softly for a few minutes.  He soon started to breathe
harder and gasped a few times.  Suddenly he let go of my body and put
his hands on the back of my head.  Sharon started ramming it home
behind me and was moaning herself.  I struggled to keep my body up so I
could suck and bob.  Ralph started fucking my mouth faster and faster.
I felt the same sensations from the friction between my cock and the
chair fabric.  Suddenly Sharon screamed and bucked wildly.  Ralph
clamped down on my head and I couldn't move.  I was choking on the head
of his cock in my throat and the rush of cum as it poured down my
throat.  I felt myself start to cum as well.  I thought I would faint.

Ralph suddenly released my head and pulled out of me.  He stepped back
and started to walk around me.  I grabbed the arms of the chair for
balance.  I felt Sharon pull out of me.  I stayed there, gasping for
breath.  Sharon came around in front of me and undid the dildo.  The
harness and panties dropped to the floor.  As Sharon came toward me, I
felt Ralph enter me from behind.  Since Ralph had just cum, I knew that
this reaming would last for a while.  Sharon climbed up onto the arms
of the chair and pulled my face into her crotch.  I don't remember what
all happened next.

After a time, I don't know how long, Sharon lifted me by the chin into
a standing position.  Ralph was pulling on his boxers nearby.  My ass
was SO SORE and my mouth was still numb.  It was then that I realized
that Sharon had put something on the dildo to numb my mouth until she
and her friend were through.  As the feeling started to return in a few
minutes my mouth started to hurt as well.  My feet hurt from the shoes
but I didn't complain.

Sharon handed me a glass of wine and asked if I was OK. I accepted the
wine and nodded that I was ...  a lie.  Sharon led me toward the dining
table.  I had trouble walking because of the shoes and because my ass
hurt.  I moved toward the chair she had offered.  I heard Sharon say,
"Hey, I like that walk.  I'm going to have to get a bigger dildo and
see if we can get it better." I cringed at the thought.

Ralph and Sharon chatted easily during dinner.  I was hardly spoken to
and that was fine with me.  I did end up basically serving the dinner
since they quickly asked me to get whatever else we needed for the
table (salt and pepper, more wine, etc.).  I did as asked and ate in
relative silence.  After dinner Sharon and Ralph had brandy on the sofa
while I sat in the chair.  I was still wearing my teddy and stockings.
My feet had basically gone numb from the shoes by this time.

Ralph got up to leave and Sharon rose with him.  I also rose and walked
with them to the door.  Ralph gave Sharon a nice kiss good-bye.  Then
he turned to me and gave me one as well.  Things happened too fast for
me to protest and then Ralph was gone.  Sharon closed the door and
yawned.  "I'm tired.  Clean up and hurry to bed, okay?" she said.

Sharon disappeared into the bedroom.  I managed an act of defiance and
took off the shoes.  Even without the shoes, I knew that I was walking
funny.  My mouth was so sore that Ralph's kiss had caused me pain.  I
moved about the kitchen and got things put away and started the
dishwasher.  I went to the bedroom expecting Sharon to have on another
dildo or something.  Instead, she was asleep.  She had laid out a soft
pink floor length nightgown and matching panties for me.  Without a
word I changed and slipped into bed.  Surprisingly, I drifted off to
sleep quickly.

We repeated that evening's scene four or five times over the next
couple of weeks.  There was always a different man involved.  Sometimes
Sharon would have me suck him first.  Sometimes I would suck her first.
Once she had me eat her in front of him, then fuck her as he fucked my
ass.  One time she had me lay down and she mounted me while he fucked
HER in the ass at the same time.  Each time, though, I sucked a cock
and took at least one up the ass.

I came home one evening and found a fairly familiar scene.  This time,
though, there were two men there.  Sharon introduced them to me but I
didn't pay attention to their names.  They were all sitting around
naked and I figured out that they had already been busy without me.
Somehow I didn't feel all that relieved, though.


   Sharon moved toward the "the chair" and said, "You know, baby, I
thought of something that would be really neat to do..." I cut her off
with a wave of my hand.  I went to the men and took them each by the
hand.  I led them to the chair and, almost without thinking, kissed
them both.  Part of my mind was reeling in surprise even as my body
acted.  We gave and received tongues and I fondled them both into
erections.  I knew that they had each recently cum and would take a
while to cum with me.  I didn't want any anesthetic, I just got us into
position.

Both men were about the same size, genitally speaking.  I positioned
one in front of the chair and led the other around behind the chair.  I
was dressed in male attire and dropped my clothes on the floor.  The
only female attire I had on was a pair of panties.  I wore these as I
stepped between the man and the chair.  As I pulled down the panties, I
brushed my ass against his cock.  It was still erect.  I smiled.  I
stepped out of the panties, reached back and spread my cheeks to allow,
and to signal, access.  He placed one hand on my ass and started
guiding himself into me with the other.  I brought my hands in front of
me and grabbed the other man by the cock, pulling him directly into my
mouth.  As I started sucking and bobbing I glanced toward Sharon,
sitting on the couch, and saw that she was thoroughly enjoying herself,
masturbating as I went to work.

I sucked and bucked for a LONG time.  Finally, I was rewarded with a
mouth full of cum.  I licked and sucked some more to clean him up good
and let him go.  My ass was still throbbing as the other man continued
to fuck me.  I could hear his breathing and knew that he was getting
there but he was certainly taking his time.

Suddenly, Sharon was in front of me.  She bent over slightly took the
first man up the ass.  Then he lifted her onto the chair and pushed her
pussy toward my face.  I ate her as he fucked her.  She bucked and
writhed, finally screaming in orgasm.  As her orgasm subsided, I felt
my ass get warm and knew that I was getting a load of cum there, as
well.  When all had finished, we all stood and kissed and hugged for
several minutes.  I was surprised at the feelings of intimacy I
experienced at that moment.

We sat and talked for a few minutes, sipping wine and beer.  Finally
the men got up and dressed and left.  I don't remember who they were
and never saw them again.  Still, that experience left an indelible
mark upon me.  Sharon lay back on the sofa, naked and more than a
little drunk.  I went into the kitchen, also naked, to fix supper.

The next evening was even more dramatic.  I had always been singularly
heterosexual.  My crossdressing had always been a private matter and I
have never entertained fantasies of bondage or S&M. I did not want to
be a woman (TS). I was just who and what I was.  I came home from work
as usual.  There was a message from my wife on the machine saying that
she would be a little late.  I went into the bedroom and found a black
satin teddy laid out on the bed along with black thigh high stockings
and another pair of black patent leather spike heels.  The one
rebellious act I had allowed myself was to ask for a larger pair of
shoes.  There was also a pair of black thong panties.

Without a thought I put on the attire since I knew that she would have
plans that involved my wearing it.  I was a little surprised and
embarrassed as my thoughts wandered to the evening ahead and I wondered
who she would have with us tonight.  I wondered what his/their cock
would feel like as I sucked it and how many there would be.

I was dressed in the female attire and in the process of starting
supper when I heard the door open.  I called out to Sharon but got no
answer.  After a couple minutes I came out of the kitchen to see what
was up.  I stopped in my tracks at the sight of Sharon.

Sharon was wearing a black leather shelf bra and garter belt.  She had
black fishnet stockings and what must have been six-inch spike heels
(what we used to call "catch-me-fuck-me" shoes).  She wasn't wearing
any panties.  Her hair was done very differently with a lot of curls
and waves.  Her makeup was VERY dramatic with bright red lips and very
dark eyes.  She had a cigarette dangling from the corner of her mouth
(she doesn't smoke) and a whip in her hand.  She brought the whip up
and cracked it loudly.  As she did this, she commanded, "Kneel, Slut!!"

I just stood there.

She brought the whip up and repeated her command.  When I still didn't
move she swung the whip toward me and started to shout again.  At this
point something snapped.  I caught the whip and yanked it from her
hand.  I stepped toward her menacingly and started shouting myself.  It
was at this point that I realized just how far we had come ...  how
much things had changed between us.  I didn't like what I saw.

I yelled at Sharon that I was sorry for deceiving her and that I should
have told her about my crossdressing.  I said that I had gone along
with her activities since that day because I thought it was what she
wanted and that I owed that much to her.  But I drew the line at S/M
and B/D. If she wanted that kind of play she would have to find someone
else.  Sharon recoiled from my burst of anger and fell back onto the
couch.  The cigarette fell onto the carpet.  Sharon quickly scooped it
up to prevent a burn.


   When I had finished I stood there breathing hard.  Finally I
recovered my composure and went back into the kitchen.  It was then
that I realized that I was crying.

After a few minutes, Sharon came into the kitchen.  She had changed
clothes and wore the same short wraparound dress she had worn that
first evening.  She looked more like the Sharon I knew and loved ...
and married.  Sharon sat for a few minutes as I continued my
activities.  Finally, she spoke.  Sharon said that she had been very
angry with me.  She was still angry, but more than that, she was
confused by what my crossdressing meant.  She felt betrayed and hurt.
She had taken her feelings out on me through sexual violence.  After
the evening before, she thought that I wanted to go further.  She had
always assumed that crossdressers were into bondage and that I wanted
to do that.  She had decided to explore that world for herself with me.
The one thing she didn't do was apologize for anything that had
happened.

When she had finished I sat beside her, still in my teddy and
stockings.  I told her that I had endured the humiliation and
degradation and sexual antics she had heaped upon me because I felt I
owed her something.  I could understand her feelings and could
understand that she was still angry and hurt.  I still felt that I owed
her something to makeup for the pain I had caused her.  However, I
refused to go any further long this path.

Sharon looked down and smiled.  I hadn't seen her genuinely smile in a
long time.  She reached up and ran her finger along the bra of my
teddy.  "You look kind of nice in these things, you know."

"If you want me to wear them, I will.  But I can't go on with the
meanness," I said.

"Wear them when you feel like it," she said.  "We'll learn to deal with
it." With that I kissed her and went to the bedroom to change.  We had
supper alone that night and talked for the first time in weeks.

Over the next couple of months things got almost back to where they had
been before this all started.  I put on panties a couple of times but
found the memories of what had gone on flooding back.  When I realized
that I was kind of wanting a cock to play with, I got embarrassed and
angry.  Then I took off the panties.

After about two and a half months, Sharon called me at the office.  She
had driven me to work that morning and wanted to get away when we got
off from work.  She would pick me up at the office and have our bags
already packed.  We would just leave from work.  I agreed and started
to look forward to some time away from everything.

Sharon met me in front of the building.  It was cool out and she was
wearing a mid-thing length fur coat she had.  All I could see of hr
besides that was her long beautiful legs encased in white stockings and
three inch heels.  I liked what I could see of her.  She got out of the
car and met me on the sidewalk.  She kissed me sweetly and told me to
drive.  Everyone around us was staring.

We got into the car and I started moving.  Sharon was casual and talked
freely about "stuff." She told me that she had made special
arrangements so this would be a special trip for us.  As she spoke she
opened her coat to reveal that she also had on a "diamond" choker she
had, a white garter belt, and nothing else.  As I stared at her, her
hand reached into my crotch and rubbed my growing erection.  Then she
sat back and said, "Down, boy.  We need to turn here."

I took the turn she directed and found us heading into the airport.  I
asked why we were going to the airport and Sharon responded that she
had gotten a bonus from work (I didn't think to ask what it was for)
and that she had spent it on arrangements for our trip.  We would fly
to Chicago and stay in a very nice hotel for a couple of weeks.  She
had several surprises in store for us.  She didn't say any more.

We got onto the plane and made the hour-long flight to Chicago.  I had
to work to keep my hands off of Sharon.  When we arrived we took a taxi
to a large home in what looked like an upscale neighborhood.  I looked
at Sharon, puzzled, but she just smiled.  "It's a special hotel," she
said.

We were greeted by a very attractive woman and our bags were taken
upstairs to our rooms.  We didn't even have to check in.

We headed to the dining room with our hostess.  We ordered dinner and I
noticed that there were a LOT of women there but very few men.  Our
hostess had joined us for dinner (which I thought was odd) and
conversation was light for a while.  Finally, as most people had
cleared the dining room, the talk turned to our two weeks there.  At
this point I learned that our "hotel" was actually a feminization
academy.  They called it a "Finishing School." We were there for me to
learn how to be a woman!  I was shocked!

Sharon looked at me and took my hand.  "You said that you felt you owed
me something.  This is what I want.  I liked having total control for a
while, but it wasn't what I really wanted.  What I want is to have you
sometimes in a female role.  Like I said, you look nice in you femmie
things."

Caught by my own words, I sat back and surrendered.  I knew that this
was a redefining moment in our relationship.  Whatever else had
happened could be undone or ignored.  This, though, would either make
us or break us.  Our hostess reassured me that things there were done
with grace and dignity.  The school wasn't about S/M or B/D. It was
about taking those who had a desire to be or an abject admiration for
women and finish their education.  Then she started going over the
curriculum.

I sat there looking at Sharon, not really listening.  Sharon smiled and
mouthed the words, "For me."

Suddenly I was aware that our hostess, the school director, was asking
me something.  "What is your name, Dear?"

"Charles," I answered in bewilderment.

"No, your femme name, Dear."

"I ...  don't have one," I responded.

"Well, you will need one, at least for while you are here.  Most girls
who come here already have one that they use regularly.  Do you have
any preferences?"

I looked at Sharon.  She shook he head.  "The only one that comes to
mind is an aunt that has always been good to me.  She's my aunt
Elizabeth ..  we call her Beth," I offered.

"Do you like Elizabeth or would you prefer another derivative?" she
asked.  I shook my head, shrugging.

Patiently, she went on, "How about Bethany?"

I thought a second.  I liked it.  I looked at Sharon who said, "Sharon
and Bethany.  Sharon and Beth.  I kind of like it."

I turned back to the director and said, "Bethany it is." I found that I
was starting to get into this ...  just a little.

Over the next two weeks I was cinched and plumped and made over and
dressed and redressed.  Within a day and a half I had learned how to
reshape my body (although I didn't require much of that) to provide a
more female appearance.  I was taught basics of makeup and hair.  I was
taught female mannerisms and made to practice these as well as walking
in a variety of situations.  I was taught various "looks" which I was
made to practice, along with the walks, in the company of a number of
(rather handsome) men who worked there.  What I had failed to hear was
that the goal was to get me ready for an outing on the second day.

Sharon had been busy before we left.  She had packed me a bag full of
all the female attire I would need for our stay.  She had corsets and
teddies, bras and panties, stockings and shoes, almost everything I
needed.  What she hadn't packed were those things that I would need to
be fitted for.  These included a wig, breastforms, and some specialized
items of clothing.  These were provided, for a small fee, by the
finishing school.

In short order I was ready for my public debut.  The plan was that
Sharon and I would be escorted by two of the men on a shopping trip.
There was one area where crossdressers routinely went to be seen.  It
was there that we would shop and practice being in public.  The me were
for our protection should someone decide to make a scene.  They were
also to help me with instructions as needed.

The trip went without incident.  I was totally fried when we got back
but I had to admit that I hadn't had a rush like that for a long time.
I had really enjoyed myself.  It was no disappointment, then, when they
told us that we would be taking a similar trip the following day to
another shopping district, this one not oriented toward crossdressers.
In the meantime, I had remedial homework to do the prepare.

Sharon and I worked with a coach that evening on mannerisms, walk,
attitude, and voice.  I realized that attitude and voice would be the
most dangerous for me.  I was a little surprised when they said that I
had adapted to the attitude quite readily.  I looked at Sharon who
smiled and sucked her finger like a cock.  I understood although I
wasn't sure that I totally agreed.

There is never enough time to prepare for such a trip but we did what
we could.  The next morning I dressed and made myself up all by myself.
Once finished I was given feedback from the staff and made some minor
adjustments.  Sharon dressed to match me and we prepared to go out.
The same two men accompanied us on this trip as well.  Again, things
went well and I only noticed a couple of odd looks which I managed to
turn away from before I panicked.

When we returned to the school we were, again critiqued and given
homework to do.  I found it interesting that Sharon worked as hard as I
did on the homework.  Before long I noticed a change in the way she did
things as well.  Over the two weeks we worked (hard) on voice,
speaking, and vocabulary; proper attire; more advanced makeup; proper
conduct in various situations to include how to handle being read;
going to the bathroom; dancing; eating; all sorts of stuff.  I can't
remember all the subjects but each built upon the previous.  Before we
went over something new, I had to become proficient at the current
topic.  They were careful to explain that mastery was a goal that can
only be attained by (lots of) practice.

Everyday we went out for something.  We managed to visit a mall, eat
lunch at a cafe, dine in a restaurant, go out for drinks, and go
dancing.  The final exam was a day-long trip that started at 9 AM. I
had to get up, bathe, dress and get made-up, and be ready for the day
in time to leave at 8:30 AM. I would go alone initially and be joined
later by Sharon, and perhaps others.  I was to BE a woman the entire
time.  If I got into trouble there would be people around to help me.
But these people wouldn't reveal themselves to me unless I needed (in
their opinion) their help.

I was ready in time and left the school.  I drove to a public parking
lot and took the train into town.  I decided my schedule and itinerary
so I went shopping in several stores and visited an art museum.  At
mid-day I went to an agreed upon restaurant where I met Sharon and
another woman.  We talked about how my day had gone so far and the
woman gave me some pointers on creating a more complete
impression/illusion.  During lunch I had to go (very badly) to the
restroom.  Sharon went with me.  On the way she told me how proud she
was of me and that she had heard the staff saying what a great job I
was doing.

We did our business and returned to the table to find a handsome young
man sitting with our companion.  He was introduced as John and he would
accompany us for the afternoon.  We chatted for several minutes and I
found myself flirting a little with John.

Soon we left the restaurant.  We went shopping some more and took a
walk by the river.  John was a perfect gentleman and helped us whenever
we "needed" it.  We walked arm-in-arm with John, each on a different
side, and I felt so safe and protected.  I watched Sharon warm to John
and flirt with him.  I found myself copying some of Sharon's mannerisms
and flirting with John as well.  I'm not sure, but I think Sharon was
jealous.  She didn't appear to be jealous of John's attention to me,
but of my attention to John.  I think she wanted him and saw me as a
potential rival.

We met another young man while we were out.  He came up and introduced
himself to us, expressing obvious interest in these two very attractive
women with a single man.  I figured he was staff from the school who
was adding spice to the exam and I started flirting with him, too.  I
found that it was quite easy, almost natural, to flirt, especially with
a handsome man such as he.  Sharon seemed bothered and looked like she
was going to say something but John stopped her.

The young man joined our party and we spent more time by the river
walking and talking.  I found Sharon starting to warm and flirt with
this new man as well.  His name was Carl and he was very open and
friendly and easy to like.  Son, though, I felt as if Sharon and I were
competing for the attentions of this young man.  John stepped in and
started showing me more attention that Sharon and soon we were two
couples:  Carl and Sharon and John and me.

We went to dinner that evening and went dancing.  John was such a
wonderful dancer and I felt like I was on a cloud the entire time.  I
felt myself blush when I found myself wondering what he tasted like.
Sharon and Carl were getting along quite well, too.  After a while
things started to wind down.  It was late and we had all had a bit to
drink.  I was working to maintain my female appearance and demeanor.
Carl suggested that we all go to his place.  Sharon looked at me as if
to ask permission.  I glanced at John who was non-committal.  I said,
"Okay."

Carl had a great apartment.  It was a two-bedroom and he had a roommate
who was away for a few days.  That fact hung in the air for a while
before we started talking again.  It was obvious what everyone (except
maybe John) was thinking.

Carl served wine and we talked for a while.  I looked at John and
caught him looking at me.  As our gazes remained looked I dares
entertain thoughts and ideas I had suppressed a short while ago.  After
a time I glanced around.  Carl and Sharon were locked in an embrace and
it was obvious what they both had in mind.  I looked back at John as
Carl led Sharon to one of the bedrooms.  I reached out and touched
John's hand.  He took mine in his.  John stood up and pulled me to my
feet.  We met in a sweet, gentle kiss that left me nearly breathless.
Then John led me toward the other bedroom.

The next morning We woke and I sat up with a start.  We were still in
Carl's apartment!  What was I to do.  I looked around and saw John
still asleep.  I could still taste him and feel him inside me from the
night before.  I started to calm down.  I leaned over to kiss him but
stopped.  I slipped out of bed and went into the bathroom to check
myself out.  Once I was satisfied that I looked suitably female for the
morning after ...  and the activity ahead ...  I returned to the bed.

I kissed John into wakefulness and tasted him all over again.  John
took me again ...  and again.  Afterward we lay there in a gentle
embrace, our passion spent and satisfied..  for now.  Soon we rose and
put everything back together.  When we left the bedroom we found Carl
and Sharon sitting at the breakfast bar kissing.  Sharon was obviously
satisfied.

We had breakfast and left in the company of John who escorted us back
to the school.  We went to our room to change and join the school which
was already in session.  John went to talk with the school director.

Shortly we received a critique and feedback on my (our) performance the
previous day and evening.  Normally students at the school don't stay
out all evening.  I questioned this since an escort had kept us out.
It was then that I learned that Carl wasn't with the school.  He was
genuinely trying to pick us up!  Sharon explained that she had known
this and, seeing that I obviously didn't, had moved to occupy Carl's
attention to prevent my discovery and any unpleasant consequences.  The
director told me, though, that John had given me very good comments
regarding my conduct in that situation.  Nothing was said about the
activities of the later evening.

At lunch w were told that our curriculum was completed and that all
that was left was the formal graduation ceremony.  It was explained
that the ceremony was, indeed, formal and that we were each to select,
from the school wardrobe, an evening gown to wear to the event.  We
were also allowed to invite someone to be a guest if we desired.

Sharon and I felt like kids in a candy store as we browsed the enormous
selection of gowns and dresses.  I selected a floor length green
sequined gown with a plunging neckline and backline.  It had a wide
slit up the front almost to the crotch.  There were silver sequins
around the neck/backline and hem.  I also selected a pair of clear
three inch open-toed pumps with an ankle strap.  Sharon chose a simple
white satin, off-the-shoulder, tea length dress with matching pumps.  I
said that she should get fancy but she felt that tonight was my night
to shine and that she didn't want to upstage me.

We went to get ready.  We put on matching undies.  We wore white satin
and lace panties and garterbelts.  Mine had a waist cincher built in to
help with those extra special curves for tonight.  We wore white
stockings with sparkles and white satin thong panties.
B  y now I had a total of five wigs.  One was a shoulder length
brunette, one was an ash blonde that was fairly full in style and
nearly shoulder length.  The other three were all red, dark auburn
specifically, and ranged in length and style from long shoulder length
to curly nearly shoulder length to short.  I chose to wear the red
curly wig.  I added dangling earrings to match the dress.

Sharon helped me with my hair, nails, and makeup.  I returned the
favor.  Soon we were both absolutely gorgeous.  As we stood admiring
each other in the mirrors, I turned to Sharon and said, "If I weren't
here with you, I would ask you to come be with me tonight." Sharon
smiled.  We kissed.

As we were making final preparations there came a knock at the door.  A
member of the school staff delivered corsages for both of us.  After
pinning each other's on, we headed downstairs to the party.

The dinner was a sit down affair.  We found ourselves sitting near
John.  Soon the three of us were engrossed in each other.  After the
dinner, the school director made some remarks.  Then the music changed
to dance music and we started dancing.  My first dance was with Sharon.
It has always felt a little odd to dance as a woman with my wife.  I've
never gotten completely used to it but I do enjoy dancing with her and
the feelings that go with it.

John came over and asked me to dance.  I glanced at Sharon and
accepted.  We danced three or four dances before sitting down.  The
last was a slow dance and John held me close.  I felt my breath coming
in short gasps s his arm encircled my waist.  We danced without
listening to the music.  All I was aware of were his beautiful blue
eyes.

The music took a break and we sat down.  John sat with us and we
chatted.  When the music started again, John asked Sharon to dance.
She accepted.  As I watched them glide across the floor I was envious.
I wished that it were me out there with either or both.  Another member
of the staff asked me to dance and I accepted.  We had a good time but
it wasn't the same.

When the band took another break the three of us went out onto the
terrace for some air.  After a few minutes John turned to me and said,
"Beth, You have been one of our best students.  It has been an honor to
know you.  I want you to remember me and what you've experienced here."
With that he produced a small jewel box which held a gold anklet.  John
took the time to bend down and put it on me.

Next John turned to Sharon and said, "Sharon, You have been one of the
most supportive SO's to come through here with her man.  I have enjoyed
getting to know you as well and want you to remember us as well." With
that he produced a matching anklet and put it on Sharon.  Then he
kissed us each ...  first me, then Sharon.  I was floating by now.

The evening ended soon after that.  During our last slow dance I kept
my face very close to John's.  I told him, "I appreciate the time you
took with me ..  well, us.  I'm sure that it was just a job to you, but
it meant the world to me."

John answered, "Beth, It was truly an honor and a privilege.  It was
not just a job.  The job was to look after, instruct, and take care of
you.  Anything beyond that was strictly personal.  I enjoyed "knowing"
you and hope to know you in that sense again one day." John kissed me
lightly on the lips.

Later I saw John dancing with Sharon and they were talking.  I wondered
what they were saying.  I saw her pass a note to him and he put it into
his pocket.  I was jealous.

The party ended and everyone said their good-byes one last time.  John
was gone far too quickly and I missed him immediately.  We went to our
room to make final preparations to leave the next morning.  When we
went to bed we made love, for the first time since our arrival, as two
women.  It was sweet, yet passionate.  I have never felt such
tenderness from Sharon.  I don't ever recall giving such loving
attention to a woman in my life.  Afterwards we lay there and talked a
while before drifting off to sleep holding each other.  I dreamt of
John.

The next morning we rose and ordered coffee from room service.  As we
started moving around, Sharon handed me an envelope.  Inside were our
plane tickets.  One was for Sharon and the other for Bethany.  I looked
at her in surprise and smiled, knowing that this meant Sharon wanted me
to travel en femme.  Then Sharon handed me a box.  "It's your
graduation present," she said.

I ripped open the box and found a suit inside.  It had a white pleated
skirt and a long yellow jacket with white piping around the edges and
large white buttons.  There was also a set of undies to include bra,
panties, waist cincher, slip, and white thigh high garterless
stockings.  Also in the box was a pair of white 2 inch pumps.  Finally,
there was a gold rope necklace and gold clip earrings with small gold
"orbs" dangling.  I looked at everything and hugged Sharon.  I was
crying and didn't care.

We finished packing and then dressed.  Again, Sharon and I helped each
other with hair and makeup.  Sharon was an absolute doll in a beige
cotton shirt dress and wide brown leather belt.  She wore nude
stockings and matching three inch pumps and had bronze and copper
earrings.  Around her neck she wore a necklace of the same bronze and
copper, twisted into a loose rope.  As a final item, we each put on our
anklets from John.

We went downstairs to breakfast.  The school director met us and
chatted one final time.  She wasn't surprised that we had chosen to
travel en femme.  She explained, "Most people who come there don't in
order to preserve their secrets.  However, many DO, usually the better
students.  Bethany, you have been one of our best students ever.  You
pass as well as anyone I have ever seen.  You pass better than some
genetic women I know.  I am not at all surprised that you have chosen
to do this."

After breakfast Sharon paid our bill.  I wasn't trying to eavesdrop but
I did hear the total.  I hid my shock!  I wondered just what kind of
bonus Sharon had gotten and for what.

Our trip through the airport was mostly uneventful.  We each got LOTS
of looks and attention.  The ticket clerk was a handsome young man who
took extra care (and time) with our tickets.  I noticed him taking a
quick look or two at us as he did so.  We waited for our plane and
chatted.  I found that my feminine gestures and mannerisms were pretty
much second nature by now.  My voice was still a little low but made a
very passable throaty female voice, kind of like Kathleen Turner's.

When we arrived at our destination Sharon got the car while I waited
with the luggage.  There was a young black porter working the crowd who
paid me more than passing attention.  I smiled and flirted with him for
a minute or two until Sharon arrived with the car.  Suddenly, he was
there helping load the bags into the car.  I smiled and started to tip
him but he refused.  I insisted and he took my money, but smiled an
evil smile at me.  I remember thinking that he looked quite delicious
and wondered what it would be like to have a black man.

We arrived home in daylight.  I suddenly wondered how we would explain
Bethany arriving with Sharon and Charles exiting the house later.
Sharon anticipated my nervousness and calmed me with a hand on my knee.
As we approached the house she activated the garage door (which we
seldom used) and closed it after we were inside.  Safe from the eyes of
our neighbors, we unpacked the car.

We lived our life fairly much as before.  I dressed more often and
looked MUCH better than I had before.  Sharon seemed to really enjoy
the evenings when she and Bethany had dinner, usually by candlelight.
We went out as women, which we had never done before.  We always had
fun, always managed to have plenty of companions, and always came home
by ourselves.  We weren't out to pick up men, just to party.

There were men, though.  I figured out that part of Sharon's "bonus"
had been put up by some of our earlier partners who had seen
"potential" in my appearance and performance.  Occasionally one of more
would ask to have dinner with Sharon and Bethany.  The evenings were
always enjoyable and we always had a romp in the living room although
we didn't always use the chair.  And, yes, the sex was good.  We drew
the line, however, at dinner and etc.  with Bethany alone.  We didn't
feel that would be exactly safe.

In spite of our popularity, there was something missing.  We were still
hiding Bethany from others.  Bethany never appeared in the daytime and
she didn't go out alone.  We both felt comfortable with my appearance
and ability to pass.  We just didn't trust our neighbors and many of
the people we came in contact with.

One day a letter came addressed to "Sharon and Bethany." This caused
quite a stir since we didn't know anyone who would do such a thing.  We
were delighted and relieved when we opened it and found that it was
from John.  Then we got excited!  John was coming to our area and
wanted to visit!  We started making plans.

We wrote John and offered him the use of our spare room instead of a
hotel.  He declined as he wouldn't be in our area long enough for more
than dinner with us.  He offered to take both of us out.  We accepted,
of course!

John came and went.  Dinner was wonderful and we dressed in our finest
for him.  He was dutiful toward each of us and we got the idea that he
wanted to stay longer but couldn't.  During dinner we offered for him
to just come and visit us some time.  He thought and told us that he
might be able to take a couple of days on his way back to Chicago.  We
all agreed and plans were made.  John would stay with us.  "And we will
fuck him silly," I thought.

A week or so later John called from the airport.  His trip was over
earlier than expected and he wanted to know if it was convenient to
visit now.  We nearly shouted together, "Yes!" I dressed as Bethany and
went to get John at the airport while Sharon prepared the house.  I
didn't stop to think why Sharon didn't offer to go get him and for me
to prepare the house.  It was daylight when I went to the car but I
didn't care.  I moved quickly to minimize my chance of being seen.  I
pulled up at the arrival terminal and John was waiting on the sidewalk.
I got out and went to him.  I kissed him as sweetly, then passionately
as I could.  People were looking.  After John put his bags in the car I
offered for him to drive.  I had plans for him on the way home.  John
(wisely) declined.

All the way home I chattered nervously to cover my growing desire for
him.  John was very sweet and seemed amused by my activity.  We arrived
and I opened the garage, closing it behind us.  Sharon met us inside
and also kissed John hello.  She offered glasses of wine and snacks
before dinner.  We sat and talked for a while.  I wanted to jump John
right then.  I was acutely aware of a similar desire from Sharon, but
she was hiding it well.  I wondered how many times in the past she had
hidden desires from me in similar fashion.  I learned from her and
began to copy her manner.

Sharon and I fixed dinner while John sat at the bar and talked with us.
We are both quite good cooks and enjoy cooking together.  After dinner
we turned on the television but none of us really watched it.  We were
too busy talking.

The finishing school was preparing to open a "branch campus" in another
city.  John had been selected to make initial preparations for that
campus.  A woman would actually run the school, but John was in line
for the number two position.  He was excited about that prospect and we
were happy for him.  Soon it was late.  John was tired from his trip
and we were anxious to "have our way with him." Finally thoughts and
conversation turned to bed.

Sharon and I looked at each other a moment.  Then we turned toward John
and I said, "We want you.  We will go singly or together, whichever you
prefer."

John smiled and stood up.  As he came toward us we stood as well.  John
kissed both of us and took us by the hand, leading us toward our
bedroom.  Sharon and I had gotten a king-size bed because of the number
of men who had helped fund my transition and who wanted to taste the
fruits of their money.  John and we moved onto the bed and things
started happening.

We undressed each other down to undies, except for John.  We stripped
him naked.  His beautiful cock hung there in the low light, its
magnificence almost overpowering.  His body had half-shadows
accentuating the muscles and I found myself wanting to taste every
crevice.  I looked at Sharon.  She was as beautiful as I had ever seen
her.  Her contours were so perfect in the half-light of the room and
her breasts rose and fell steadily with her passionate breathing.  I
felt such love at that moment for both of these beautiful people.  I
reached out to touch Sharon's face and placed my other hand on John's
chest.  We moved together.

John lay down and Sharon mounted his face.  I dropped to his crotch and
swallowed his cock, enjoying the feel of this magnificent hunk of meat
growing to full erection within my mouth.  Sharon sighed and John
moaned.  After a bit Sharon moved from John's face and lay back.  John
mounted her as I moved to Sharon's head.  John took my cock into his
mouth and Sharon sucked and licked my balls.  I lost touch with reality
for a few minutes.

John came, exploding inside Sharon.  Sharon nearly screamed with her
own orgasm.  Quickly we changed places and I started eating Sharon,
tasting John's delicious cum as it dribbled our of her.  John mounted
me from behind and started fucking my ass.  It hurt for a minute but I
knew that, by now, the pain would go away quickly.  It did and we began
a rhythmic dance accentuated by the sounds of his body slapping my ass
and me slurping his juices from Sharon's pussy.  Sharon was moaning as
she built to a second orgasm.

Sharon shifted around and got to where she could get my cock into her
mouth.  Her hands danced over my smooth legs playing with my garters
and stockings.  The sensations were so exciting that I felt myself get
harder.  I continued to eat her and John drove on into my ass.  I felt
my cock enter Sharon's throat with every thrust.  After a few minutes I
was starting to cum.  I tried to hold it off by concentrating on
Sharon.  It worked for a moment until John came in my ass.  That caught
me by surprise and threw my concentration.  I shot my load into
Sharon's throat and heard her grunting as she swallowed.  John drove
on.

Sharon took all I had.  I cleaned all John had left inside her.
Finally John pulled out of me.  I have always been leery of a cock
after it has been in my as.  You just don't know what you'll get from
there.  When John called, though, I had taken care to give myself an
enema to clean anything out that might get in the way.  When he left my
ass I quickly turned and took him into my mouth and started to clean
him up.  I tasted his cum and the enema solution.  I couldn't identify
any other taste and wasn't particularly interested in doing so.  I just
wanted him inside me ...  somewhere.  Sharon started licking my ass,
cleaning up all of John's cum that was dribbling out of me.

I felt Sharon move away but stayed with John's cock.  I didn't want it
to get soft anytime soon.  Shortly I felt Sharon get back onto the bed
and, somehow, knew that she had donned her dildo.  I wasn't surprised
when I felt her slide it all the way inside me.  I was surprised when
she turned on the vibrator inside it.  Then she reached around me and
fastened the straps around me, holding the dildo inside me.  I squirmed
with the sensations the vibrator provided.

Sharon moved up and started kissing John.  I stayed on his cock for a
while but was soon unable to concentrate.  The dildo was giving me such
unusual sensations that I had to stop and lay back.  Sharon and John
looked at me, then at each other.  They smiled at each other and moved
apart.  I felt Sharon playing with the straps and then the dildo was
turned off.  I missed it immediately.  Sharon pulled the dildo form my
ass as I whimpered.  John immediately moved between my legs.  He lifted
my ass and inserted his cock.  I felt complete again.  He lifted me a
little more and I saw Sharon moving behind John.  Sharon mounted John
and fucked him as he fucked me.  The best part was that John could, and
did, fondle my breasts and kiss me while we were all locked together.
  I couldn't believe that John could cum again but he did.  All the
while Sharon moaned as she built to another orgasm.  I felt John's hand
on my cock jerking me off.  I don't know if we all came together but I
remember the world fading from view.  When it returned, we were all
collapsed into a heap where we remained for the night.

The next morning I awoke early, as usual.  I slid out of bed and went
to the bathroom.  Everything hurt, yet tingled.  I felt empty without
John inside me, yet I felt fulfilled.  I was very happy to be with both
of these people, yet I missed them.  Life was good.

I fixed my makeup and prepared to return to bed.  Sharon and I had
taken the day off from work and I knew that I would be Bethany all day.
I looked forward to it.  I put on my robe and went to the kitchen.  I
fixed coffee for us all.  When I returned to the bedroom, Sharon and
John were stirring although neither was fully awake, yet.  I set the
coffee on the night stand, removed my robe, and climbed back into bed.

John looked at me and pulled me to him.  We kissed sweetly and
passionately.  Sharon stirred and I reached for her.  She joined us.
We kissed and snuggled for several minutes.  Sharon looked at me and
said, "Well, Beth, I guess you know what it feels like to be a
satisfied woman now." I smiled and nodded, hugging John tightly.

I stroked John's cock softly.  Sharon did, too.  I think we both wanted
it again but neither wanted to leave the intimacy of this moment.  I
reached out and stroked Sharon's breasts.

We finally got up and sat on the bed drinking our coffee.  John looked
at us and said, "Beth, Sharon, I find myself in a difficult situation.
We don't, as a rule, get involved with our clients at the school.  Yet,
I could love you, Beth.  I could also love you, Sharon.  I am so happy
when I am with each and both of you.  I am not sure that this can go
on, though." Sharon and I looked at each other apprehensively.

John went into the bathroom and we heard the shower turn on.  Sharon
and I talked as we sat there on the bed.  We each loved John.  We loved
each other.  As we talked I started stroking Sharon's shoulders and
breasts.  She responded in kind.  Soon we were locked in an session of
intense, almost desperate, lovemaking.  We both came quickly and lay
there holding each other as if we were anticipating a great loss.
Finally, we came up with an idea.

We stripped and went to get into the shower with John.  We made love in
the shower as we washed each other.  John seemed to be enjoying himself
and we certainly were.  After we finished we toweled off and each set
about putting him/herself together for the day.

I dressed as Beth in a red jumper over a white cotton blouse.  I had
been growing my hair longer but decided on a wig anyway.  I put a red
headband around my hair and put on white disk clip earrings.  I
finished with white ankle socks and a pair of red Keds sneakers.
Sharon wore a yellow romper with matching shoes and earrings.

We finished our makeup and went into the kitchen to fix breakfast.
John came out wearing a black polo shirt and brown slacks.  He had a
pair of brown docksiders on his feet with no socks.  Sharon and I
glanced at each other and I knew that we both thought he looked
gorgeous.  Everything was just perfect.

We fixed pancakes with strawberries and orange juice.  Talk was light
and pleasant as we ate.  There was no hint of loss in the air.  After
we had finished, Sharon and I got serious.

"John," I began, "Sharon and I heard what you said and we talked about
it."

"We have a proposal which we think is workable.  The only question is
whether you will agree to it," Sharon continued.

"Let me hear it," John responded.

"Marry us!" I blurted out.

The words hung in the air like heavy cigar smoke.  We could see John
thinking about the idea.  Finally he spoke.  "There's at least one
problem with that," he said.  "You two are already married."

"So, join us in our marriage," Sharon answered.

"Beth, you are very beautiful.  But you ARE still a man, you know.
Marriage between two men is illegal in this state," John came back.

"We can't LEGALLY get married," I answered.  "But the marriage ceremony
these days amounts to simply a legal process.  Without the commitment
to one another it's just a hollow shell of a ritual.  The divorce rate
testifies to that.  The commitment to make a marriage work doesn't
require a ceremony in order to work.  What we CAN do is have a public
expression of our commitment to one another, just what the marriage
ceremony was originally intended to be.  I made such a commitment to
Sharon a few years back.  At that time I couldn't see anyone else in my
life.  Now we have met you and we BOTH want you in our life now.  I
love you ...  both.  I am prepared to make such a commitment to both
you and Sharon today!" Sharon nodded her agreement with what I had
said.  We both turned to look at John.

John sat considering the speech I had just made.  Finally he said, "I
don't know.  This is a very serious decision.  I mean it when I say
that I love you ...  both.  I'm just not sure that I am ready to do
this.  Let me think about it a while.  Okay?"

Sharon and I agreed to let John have some time.  We tried to steer the
conversation toward less intense subjects but the proposal of marriage
was ever present.

That day we went out to the local park and had a picnic.  We wandered
through the wooded areas and explored the waterfalls.  There was the
occasional stolen kiss and the look that said, "Let's get naked and do
it right here!" There were too many other people around, though, and
things never quite came about.

That evening we went out to dinner.  Sharon and I were beautiful.  John
looked so handsome!  We were so happy together.  I found myself hoping
against hope that John would accept ...  yet fearing for the worst.

After dinner we returned home.  John made excuses that he had an early
flight the next day and needed to get some sleep.  Sharon and I both
knew that what was really going on was an attempt to put some distance
between us so he could think about our proposition.  That night Sharon
and I slept together holding each other.  We kissed and snuggled but
neither of us could get in the mood for lovemaking.  I thought about
crying.

The next morning we awoke to find John already dressed.  I fixed us
some coffee and started breakfast.  John took some coffee but said that
he didn't have time for breakfast since his taxi would be there
shortly.  I excused myself and went to make sure that I looked my best
when he left.  John and Sharon sat talking.

After a short time the taxi arrived.  John gave his bags to the driver
and turned to say good-bye.  He kissed Sharon gently and smiled at her.
He turned to me and did the same.  I felt tears welling up in my eyes.
John said, "I am very tempted to accept your proposal right now but I'm
not totally sure.  I must be sure before I can make a commitment like
that.  Just give me some time and things will work out as they should."

He turned and left.

Sharon and I watched the taxi leave then sat in the living room and
bawled.

The next few months were exciting.  I lived daily as Charles but often
changed to Bethany in the evenings.  Weekends were generally Bethany's
time.  Sharon and I were becoming quite comfortable with this duality
and had made contact with a number of "support groups" that specialized
in situations similar to ours.  Some turned out to be pick-up
activities and we didn't go back.  A couple, though, were very friendly
and felt extremely safe.  We started attending more and more often as
Sharon and Bethany.

There were several offers from men at Sharon's office to comfort us.
No one at my office knew anything about us.  All were graciously
declined.  Our sex life was never better (except with John) and we had
no desire for their comfort.  We made a number of sympathetic friends
through our clubs and soon we had a new social circle.  A few became
close enough friends that we told them about John.

John came to visit a couple more times after that.  He generally stayed
in a hotel, though.  Once he came while I had the flu and the visit was
mainly with Sharon.  I was jealous but felt so badly that I couldn't
concentrate on that.  When we were together, though, the sun was
brighter and the moon more glorious.  Life was as it should be.  And
the sex became more and more wonderful.

One day we got a phone call from John.  He wanted us to come to Chicago
and visit.  We could stay at the school, if we wished.  Sharon and I
accepted immediately.

Preparations for the trip were difficult.  Neither of us could
concentrate.  Still, we managed to get things together.  We even
managed to get a few special things for the trip.

We traveled en femme to the school.  John met us at the airport and
drove us to the school.  The conversation was light but there seemed to
be something hanging in the air.  I could tell that Sharon picked up on
it as well.  I was afraid that the whole situation was about to fall
apart.

At the school we were met by the director.  Her name was Janet Baron,
which we knew.  She asked us to call her Janet.  The reception by the
staff was very friendly and most remembered us form before.  We settled
into our room and were soon asked to come to Janet's office.

John was already in Janet's office.  Another woman, Susan Jones, was
also present.  When we entered we ere asked to sit.  Janet began,
"Ladies, you may not know this but I am a genetic woman.  I saw so many
men around me who wanted to be more like me ...  some who wanted to
become a woman, even ...  that I decided to try to help them That was
the start of this school.  We now handle about 20 "students" a month.
You are one such student, Bethany." I smiled.

Janet continued.  "Our business has grown far beyond what we had
expected.  I feel it is time to start a remote campus and carry on our
good work in other places, as well.  This is Susan Jones.  She is one
of our transsexual graduates who has gone on to make a successful
transition to being a woman.  She has agreed to head the new campus.
John is in line to become her number two.  Susan is an exceptional
product of our school, perhaps even more so than you, Bethany.  John is
one of our most capable and accomplished escorts.  They are invaluable
to me.  This brings us to what I wish to discuss with you.  John
shifted in his seat.

"We don't usually allow the staff to become personally involved with
our clientele.  Obviously, John and you have violated that general
policy.  It is easy to see why this has happened, though.  You are both
exceptionally beautiful and John has explained the situation in which
this first occurred.  Given the circumstances, I am not sure that he
had nay other realistic or safe alternative.  John has explained that
you have all become quite close and that you wish him to marry the both
of you.  This puts him in a small dilemma."

"As the second in the new school, John will have duties that will take
a considerable amount of his time.  These duties will include screening
and training new escorts, and even performing escort duty himself, at
first.  I don't have any problem with John being involved with you at
this point, even being married to you."

"You live far from the new campus, though.  That would require John to
be far from home often.  Also, he will be with other clients ...  women
such as yourself, Bethany.  This may create some tension at home.  Are
you ready for this?  If John desires to marry you, his only other
alternative will be to find work elsewhere.  We (Janet glanced at
Susan) would hate to see him leave.  But that is his choice." Janet
fell silent.

I looked at Sharon who began, "Janet, we know that John has a career
future with you.  We wouldn't take that from him for anything.  We have
already looked into the job market and housing market near where John
would work.  It is far enough away that we wouldn't normally intrude
accidentally into his work.  We are both prepared to change job and
living locations to accommodate John's career.  We have both been
interviewed by companies in that area and both have very promising
prospects there.  As far as John being around other women, of any kind,
I am willing to share him with Beth.  I believe that he will be able to
make the commitment to us that will take away any grounds for fear of
his infidelity with his clientele."

Sharon looked at me.  "I agree with everything Sharon says.  I am
prepared to share John with Sharon in life and with others in work.  I
believe that, if John makes a commitment to us, he will be sincere
enough that we won't have to worry about trust.  I also believe that,
if John doesn't feel that he can make such a commitment, he will tell
us so and decline our proposal.  We love John and want only his
happiness.  The question in my mind is 'What does Susan think and feel
about all of this?'"

Susan spoke for the first time.  "John and I have already discussed
this.  I can also understand why and how he became involved with the
both of you.  I can't say as I blame him.  I would have given a great
deal for someone like John in my life at about the point where you are.
Much has happened since then, though, and I now have a man in my life
that I am considering as a potential husband.  You would both be
welcome at any time at the school.  But you MUST understand John's
responsibilities and be willing to live with that situation.  Of
course, John may consider leaving us and finding employment elsewhere,
if he wishes.  I can say for sure that he is a valuable employee in any
capacity and can provide him with suitable leads for finding work at
his level." Susan looked at John.

John sat silent for a few minutes.  Finally he spoke, "I have pondered
this a great deal.  Obviously, I have spoken with both Janet and Susan
about it.  I don't have any magic answers to any of this.  All I can do
is try to work things out.  I don't want to leave the school.  I also
find that I want to marry you.  The only question is whether the
marriage can withstand my work."

Sharon and I spoke at once, "We believe that it can and will."

Sharon continued, "We don't want to make life difficult for you, John.
Any commitment is only a bets guess at what will transpire.  When I
married Charles, we weren't sure that it would last more than a few
weeks.  But we did it anyway.  Now, years later, our marriage is
stronger than ever.  Plus, I now have a wonderful friend named
Bethany." I took her hand.  "We don't want a man in our life.  We want
YOU in our life.  If John is unwilling to be a part of it, we aren't
going out to look for another man.  We will be happy with just the two
of us.  But we WILL miss you, John.  Terribly."

"I never considered myself a bisexual," I continued.  "When Sharon and
I started down this road I found myself growing in ways I never
imagined.  Along the way I fell in love with Sharon all over again.  I
also fell in love with you, John.  We have had offers to entertain
other men.  We have declined them all.  I am not a bisexual.  I am a
person who loves two people.  I just happen to be male underneath all
of this.  One of the people whom I love happens to be male as well, the
other happens to be female.  I don't see it as loving a man and woman.
I see it as loving two PEOPLE. We want you to be a part of us, John.
But, if you decide otherwise, we will live together for the rest of our
lives.  I just hope that you will agree to become a part of us and to
work with us to make the relationship work."

I felt tears starting to form again.  I didn't bother to try to stop
them.

John looked at us a minute or two, then at Janet and Susan.  Finally,
he got up and came toward us.  He knelt in front of us and took each of
our hands.  "Sharon, Bethany," he said.  "I'm kind of old fashioned in
some respects and I think it should be the man's place to ask.  Will
the two of you marry me?"

I nearly burst.  We both started crying.  "Yes!  Yes!  We will!" we
responded together.  We hugged and kissed, oblivious to the fact that
Janet and Susan were there.  They were crying as well.

Janet said, "Well, ladies ..  and gentleman ..., shall we celebrate
over lunch?"

We adjourned the meeting and went into the dining room.  Sharon and I
stopped by the Ladies room to get ourselves straight.  When we entered
the dining room John stood up and the entire room applauded.  It was
then that we realized that there were only a few students at the
school.  Most of the crowd was staff.  Everyone must have been in on
what was happening!  We met everyone all over again and received
congratulations from all.

Lunch was wonderful!  We ate and drank champagne.  I could only wonder
what sort of lessons were being taught to the other "girls" there that
day.

We set the "wedding" date for three months away.  NOW things began to
get interesting.  Sharon and I stepped up our efforts to find jobs in
the area where John would need to live.  We started narrowing down
house options that were available.  And, of course, there were the
preparations for the actual wedding.

We decided that we would both wear white.  This was such a radical step
toward a new life that we felt white was justified in both cases.  We
would each have a Maid of Honor and a couple of bridesmaids.  John
would have the Best Man and up to four groomsmen.  Of course, since
this wasn't an actual legal wedding we couldn't have a minister or
judge pronounce us as married.  Instead we decided to have what
amounted to an MC who would keep things on track.  We would say our
"vows of commitment" to each other providing the public pronouncement
of love and fidelity.

We visited with John more often now.  The business of establishing the
new campus was picking up and he was in our area more and more often.
We also traveled with him to the new location a couple of times for
house hunting.  The three of us finally settled on a house with three
bedrooms.  It was on a 5 acre lot, had a pool and poolhouse, and was
away from the intense scrutiny of close-in neighbors.  When the three
of us made an offer, the realtor was a little surprised but said
nothing.  Since this was a legal transaction I had to go on record as
Charles.  The offer was contingent on Sharon and me being able to sell
our house.

During the second month Sharon got an offer for a position in a nearby
company that would give her a huge promotion.  I got an equivalent
offer a couple weeks later.  That made me feel better.  I was seeing
myself playing the role of dutiful wife to both Sharon and John, and
that wasn't altogether unpleasant, but I was used to working and
planned to continue to do so.  Besides, the third income would be quite
handy.

Our friends were very happy for us.  We had a real problem settling on
bridesmaids.  There was really only one choice for the both of us for
Maid of Honor.  We finally settled on having just one Maid of Honor and
up to four bridesmaids.  This made it easier but we still had various
friends, GG's and TV's alike, subtly vying for that honor.  In the end
we selected 2 GG's and 2 TV's who were close friends.  They would all
wear light blue, off the shoulder, bridesmaid dresses.  The Maid of
Honor, a TS we had become very close to, would wear a similar dress in
pink.  The groomsmen would all be in white tuxes.

The real problem came in telling parents.  Ours were used to the idea
of Sharon and me being married.  They weren't aware of any of the
changes that had gone on, although they knew that something was
different.  Both sets of parents exploded when they were told.  It was
not very pleasant but we had expected this and were as prepared as we
could be for it.  Still, it hurt.

We told them during the first month of preparation.  During the second
month both mothers came to us to appeal to our "better senses." We
explained, again, what we felt and were planning.  We offered for them
to meet John.  At this point neither had seen me as Bethany.

At the end of the second month my mother called me.  She knew that she
couldn't change my mind.  But she felt she needed to talk to me about
it anyway.  They live a half hour away so I offered to meet her for
lunch ...  as Bethany.  She was silent for a few minutes but accepted.
We met in a restaurant in our town where John, Sharon, and I went out
for dinner often.  That was as safe as I could make things without
simply having lunch at our house.  That wasn't a good idea because Mom
needed to see Beth in public, to see just how much of a woman she had
become and could be.

I arrived early at the restaurant.  I was waiting, my stomach doing a
gymnastics routine, when Mom arrived.  I had explained the situation
(sort of) to the Maitre d and was put at a fairly private table.  Mom
was brought in and I stood.  Mom stopped dead in her tracks, her mouth
gaping.  I took the lead and asked her, in my very passable female
voice, to sit.  We sat a few minutes.  Mom stared and I couldn't help
smiling.  I was so happy to finally be out to her, and I was scared
silly.  I felt so very vulnerable right then.

Finally Mom spoke.  "You're ...  beautiful."

"Well, we think so.  It has taken a lot of work to get this way but I
...  we ...  think it has been well worth it."

"Have you had surgery ...  or something?" Mom asked.

"No, Mom.  Under all of this frill and fluff I am the same physical
person you have always known.  We have no plans to change that."

The waiter came and asked to take our order.  Mom was too taken aback
to eat so I ordered something light and easy for the both of us.  We
chatted some more while waiting for the order to arrive.  Oddly, we
never got very deep into the questions which were obviously on Mom's
mind.

After we had eaten, we left the restaurant.  As we started out the door
Mom seemed to wake up.  "Is it safe for you to go out like this, dear?"

"Yes, Mom, it is.  We come here often so the people around here know
me.  Besides, if you met me on the street, would you think anything
except 'There goes a girl'?"

Mom surprised me when she answered.  "I would think 'There goes a very
beautiful woman.  She's going to make some young man very happy one
day' ."

I couldn't help smiling.  I nearly cried.  Finally we stepped outside
and started walking down the street.  The dress shop where we were
buying my wedding gown was nearby so I asked Mom if she wanted to see
my dress.  She agreed and so we went shopping.  When Mom saw me in my
wedding dress she started to cry.  The sales clerk knew our story and
was extremely helpful.  We comforted Mom and got things settled.
Finally, I changed back and we left the store.

We spent the afternoon together, shopping and talking.  Mom finally got
to some of the questions she had been holding in her mind.  I answered
them truthfully.  We talked about John!  I briefly ran through how
Sharon and I came to where we are.  We talked about our sex life a
little.  We talked about our plans to live as a trio.  Along the way I
discovered that Mom had always wanted a daughter to go along with her
son, but somehow things never worked out and they had no more children.
I though that there was more to the story than that but decided not to
pursue it.  I was oddly happy to have fulfilled her desire, even if it
was in an unorthodox manner.  Finally, Mom asked me if I was happy.  I
said, "Yes, Mom.  I am deliriously happy.  I have two wonderful people
in my life whom I love with all my heart.  We are going to be a
family."

Mom said, "Good.  That's important in life, dear.  A girl needs to have
security in her life." I almost laughed with delight at this tidbit of
maternal wisdom from a mother to her daughter.  I hugged Mom.

We were met by Sharon for dinner.  The three of us had a great time as
girls out on the town.  We ate and laughed and talked of wedding plans.
I knew that I had won Mom over.  Now, if I could just get Dad on my
side.

We met Sharon's parents together the next week.  I dressed as Sharon
since they already knew me as Charles.  We had dinner at our house and
the atmosphere was a little stiff.  We talked straight out about her
Dad's reservations.  Sharon's Mom sat silently.  After dinner Sharon's
Mom asked if she could speak to her husband privately.  Fearing the
worst, we left them alone.  After about 20 minutes, they reappeared.
Sharon's Mom spoke.  "We don't fully understand what has happened here.
What we do understand is that Charles was a very nice young man and we
were very comfortable with his having our daughter.  Now we see a very
pretty young lady named Bethany who is asking to do the same thing
along with another young man whom we haven't met.  We also know that
our daughter very much wants this to happen.  e don't understand all of
this, but we love and support our daughter.  Since Charles is in there
as well, we love and support him, too."

"We want to meet this young man the two of you are so hot over,"
continued her Dad.  "And we will be at your wedding."

Sharon and I both smiled with semi-relief.  Sharon asked, "Daddy, will
you give me away, again?"

"Yes, I will.  But I reserve the right to change my mind," Sharon's
father said seriously.

Soon after that they left and Sharon and I went to bed.  We slept
little that night.

We made arrangements with John and Sharon's parents for all of us to
get together at our house the following week.  Everything got into
motion and we all became very nervous.  A couple days before were to
get together my Mom called.  She and my Dad had been "talking" about
what was happening and Dad wanted to meet everyone involved.  I
considered that a major victory and invited them to come to our house a
the day before the get together with Sharon's parents.

We handled the meeting with my parents a little differently.  When they
arrived, I was dressed as Charles.  Sharon and I greeted them and we
talked a few minutes.  Then I excused myself.  "There's someone whom I
think you'd like to meet.  I know she'd like to meet you." I went to
change into Bethany.

I returned nearly an hour later.  I was dressed in a white cotton house
dress with long sleeves that buttoned up the front.  The collar stood
up a little and I wore a small gold locket that Sharon had given me
along with small gold heart earrings.  We had gotten my ears pierced
right after our lunch/dinner with Mom.  I wore my long red wig,
although my hair was nearly long enough to style all by itself.  I had
on white open-toed shoes with a 1-inch heel.

Mom smiled when I entered the room.  Sharon rose and came to take my
arm.  We approached Dad and I said, "Hello, Daddy.  I've looked forward
to this a long time."

My father looked at me expressionless.  Mom poked him to get him to
respond some way, even if it was unpleasant.  Finally my father rose
and stood in front of me.  He looked me up and down.  Then he looked me
in the eye and asked, "Charles, is that you?"

"Charles is in here, Daddy.  But I prefer the name Bethany.  Sharon and
John call me Beth."

"I can't believe it," Dad responded.  "It looks like a God Damn girl!"

"SHE'S a beautiful young woman," Mom corrected.  "Now say hello to your
daughter, dear."

Dad held out his hand and I took it.  My hands are a lot softer now and
I made sure to keep the pressure of my grip light.  We stood there a
minute in silence and Dad finally reached out and hugged me.  I could
feel the tears starting to stream down my face.

"I never knew you ...  did this," Dad said.  "Have you always been this
way?"

"I have crossdressed off and on for most of my life.  Usually just a
garment or two, sometimes more.  It wasn't until nearly a year ago that
Sharon and I started down this path.  Now I am as comfortable dressed
and acting as Bethany as I am Charles."

We sat down and were silent for a few minutes.  Dad was obviously
processing what he saw.  "Sharon and ...  Beth," Mom began smiling,
"tell us about this wonderful young man of yours."

I felt myself about to explode.  Sharon and I started at the same time
and then stopped to allow the other to go on.  Finally we managed to
tell my parents about their future "son-in-law." At first there were
polite questions.  Then Daddy began to get stern and show the side of a
father who was in danger of losing his daughter to some scoundrel.  He
wanted to meet this young man.  I had an idea.

Sharon and I excused ourselves for a minute and talked about inviting
my parents to the dinner with John he next evening.  Sharon didn't
think her parents would mind a whole lot.  We decided we needed to call
John.

"Hello, sweetheart," I began.  "Listen, we are supposed to have dinner
with Sharon's parents tomorrow evening.  Do you think you could handle
meeting my parents at the same time?"

"Jeez, nothing like a little pressure, Beth.  Time is short, though,
and I want to meet them, too.  Sure, why not?"

Daddy overheard our phone conversation and stepped in, taking the phone
from my hand.  "Hello, young man," Daddy began.  "I understand that
you're wanting to take my daughter away from me.  She's very special to
me, you know.  I'm looking forward to meeting the man who's going to
take care of her.  ...  Yes, I look forward to it as well.  See you
then." Daddy handed the phone back to me.

"Whew, this is going to be exciting," John said.

"Yes, but we know you can handle it, my Love.  Listen, Sharon wants to
speak to you.  I love you and can't wait to see you again."


   I handed to phone to Sharon who spoke to John for several minutes.  I
returned to Mom and Daddy.  I had an important question to ask.

"Daddy, will you give me away?" I asked.

I could see tears starting to well up in Daddy's eyes.  He blinked them
away.  "Of course I would.  I wouldn't have it any other way." I
started to cry again.

Sharon returned from the phone.  "John's a little nervous," she said.

"Daddy, you be nice to him tomorrow night, okay?" I said.

"Tomorrow?" Mom asked.

"We're meeting our future son-in-law tomorrow evening here," Dad said
simply.

"Okay," Mom said.  Then she looked at me and made an expression of
surprise.  The bell sounded that told us dinner was ready.

We ate and talked and laughed.  My Daddy was getting to know his little
girl for the first time and it was fun.  I get a little silly with him
and he seemed to really like that.  It got late and Mom said that they
needed to go.  In truth, Sharon and I had much to do in preparation for
the next evening ...  and we needed sleep for work.  Still, I didn't
want my Daddy to leave.  He didn't seem to want go, either, but he
agreed with Mom.  After they left Sharon and I sat silently for a
while, pondering what had happened that evening and what lay ahead the
next.

That night we made love.  We made love as two women, eating each other
into ecstasy.  Afterward we held each other and drifted off to sleep.

The following day was hell.  We both had to work and still get dinner
together.  We quickly decided to order out.  We called a caterer and
arranged for the meal to be delivered about a half hour before everyone
was to arrive.

We got home and began final preparations in earnest.  We straightened
the house and set the table.  Finally we started to change clothes.  We
wanted things to be special but not too formal.  Everyone needed to be
comfortable and relaxed.

I transformed into Bethany and Sharon helped.  We both wore dark navy
colored cotton dresses.  Sharon's was one piece with a fitted bodice
with mid-length sleeves and a flaring, pleated skirt.  It buttoned up
the front and she left the bottom few buttons undone to provide a slit
in the front.  Mine was two-piece with a sunburst pleated skirt.  The
blouse was double-breasted and fitted with pleats in the back and a tie
to help shape it to my body.  The sleeves were long and loose.  I
rolled them to just below the elbow.  We both wore white sandals with a
cross-over ankle strap and one and a half inch heels.  We wore the
anklets that John had given us, the same locket and earrings I had worn
the evening prior (we each had a set).

John arrived first.  We greeted him nervously.  He put his things away
and sat down.  As we sat nervously fidgeting and waiting for our
parents to arrive, I got us some wine.  Suddenly John reached into his
pocket.  "I almost forgot," he said.  "These are for you as an
engagement present."

John handed each of us a small jewel box.  Inside were matching diamond
post earrings.  We're not talking cubic zircon or even diamond chips,
now.  These were real, very beautiful, diamonds.  Sharon and I were
speechless, perhaps even breathless.  We both hugged and kissed John.
Then we put the earrings into each other's ears, replacing the small
hearts we had on.  As we stood admiring ourselves in the mirror, the
doorbell rang.  Suddenly snappedback to the situation, Sharon went to
open the door.  I moved to stand beside John.  It was the food.

The caterer quickly put everything where it needed to be.  The warm
food went into the oven to stay warm.  The hors ' devours went around
the room.  dessert went into the refrigerator.  They even brought
chilled wine.  We paid the caterer and he left.

Just as we were settling down from the shock and rush of that activity,
the bell rang again.  This time I went to the door.  There stood my Mom
and Dad with Sharon's parents walking up behind them.  The parents
greeted each other for a minutes and then stepped inside.

We quickly made introductions.  Everyone nervously shook hands.  The
mothers hugged their daughters.  They immediately noticed and admired
our earrings.  I took drink orders and Sharon and I went to get
everyone something to drink as they sat down.  I wanted to feel so very
sorry for John but I was so nervous myself that I couldn't concentrate
that well.

Everyone was cordial but the fathers quickly got down to asking who
John was, what he did, how he would support us, etc.  After about five
minutes, the mothers interrupted the grilling and moved things onto a
more cordial note.  We all sat and talked about the wedding plans and
honeymoon plans and living plans after the wedding.  Neither parents
knew about our new jobs, yet, so that was news to talk about with them.
After about a half hour we decided that it was time to eat.

The mothers joined us in the kitchen in preparing the meal and table.
It felt so good to be able to "be one of the girls" with my Mom.  I
found myself a little envious of Sharon for having been able to grow up
this way.  Still, I reminded myself, I had some pretty wonderful times
with my Dad and I was getting these times now with my Mom.

Soon the meal was in place and we all sat down.  Typically the bride's
parents pay for the wedding and the grooms parents pay for the
rehearsal dinner.  John's parents were not nearly so understanding of
his marrying TWO people as ours were.  They wouldn't be participating
in the wedding at this point.  We had decided that we would pay for
everything ourselves.  Surprisingly, this met with strenuous objections
from both our sets of parents.  After some discussion, we agreed to let
them help.  That started the real tension in wedding preparations.
Mothers are never satisfied with their daughter's plans and have to
play with everything.  Over the next few weeks, though, we managed to
stay sane and get things together.  Looking back, it proved to be a
very important bonding experience between my Mom and me.

The fathers started talking about a bachelor party.  We quickly
squelched this activity.  We knew that John's friends would likely
throw one for him.  We weren't too sure how our fathers would react to
what went on, given the crowd, and we didn't want them scaring John
off!

They agreed to pay for the rehearsal dinner as a gesture of acceptance
toward John.  We tried to keep things as they were but they insisted.
We finally relented.

The wedding was to be in our town.  Friends from the school would be
flying in to attend and all of our friends there would also attend.
Our parents were understandably unsure how to approach their friends
but finally decided to invite the very closest ones.  If they were true
friends, they would still be.  If not, so much the better.

The evening went well after that except that the dads got a little
drunk.  John maintained his composure and handled their jokes well.  I
got the feeling that they were bonding ...  a little.  I remembered
having to go through that when Sharon and I got married.  I felt sorry
for John but also loved him all the more for going through with it for
Sharon and me.

Time finally came for all to go.  The parents were putting on coats
when Sharon's dad asked, "Where are you staying John?  Can we drop
you?"

There was an awkward moment before John answered, "I have a room at the
hotel in town.  I was planning on helping the ladies clean up and then
catching a taxi."

Both fathers eyed John suspiciously.  I stepped in, "John, we can take
you there when we are done.  There's no need for a taxi." The mothers
also helped by trying to bundle the fathers out the door before
anything further could be said.  The fathers were having nothing of it.

After a few awkward moments, my Daddy said, "John, if these girls have
chosen you, we trust you."

"We just have to be careful with our baby girls, you know," added
Sharon's father.

"I understand perfectly, sir.  They are as safe as can be with me,"
responded John.  With that the parents left.  We fell onto the sofa and
died.

We cleaned up the dishes and had some more wine.  Finally we had
decompressed enough for bed.  "Can we take you to your hotel now,
John?" asked Sharon.  We all laughed and headed for the bedroom.  The
lovemaking that night was as much a release of tension as it was an
expression of our feelings for each other.

The next day both mothers called.  They were very pleased with the way
things had gone.  They each wanted to be invited to the wedding
shower(s).  We hadn't even thought of this.  That morning our Maid of
Honor also called and informed us that we were to be given a joint
shower the next week.  We gave her our mothers phone numbers and asked
her to invite them, as well.  She was a little surprised but pleased.

We had both given notice at our jobs.  People at Sharon's company were
more aware of what was going on.  The people where I worked still had
not been told about Bethany and I had no plans to do so.  I just didn't
think they would understand.  finally, though, three of the women where
I worked cornered me and asked me point blank what was going on.  They
knew that something was up.

I had always been friends with these women.  I admired them for their
attractiveness as a man would.  I also very much respected them for
their abilities.  We worked well together and sexual innuendo or
behavior was never an issue between us.  The men with whom I was
friends would absolutely not understand.  I wasn't so sure about these
women, though.  I finally told them.

One scoffed at the idea of a man dressing up as a woman.  She was sure
that all men held fantasies about doing that and probably really wanted
their mommies.  She was sure that I could never truly understand what
it was to be a woman.

I agreed with her.  I never wanted to be a woman.  But I DID enjoy
dressing as a woman form time to time.  I knew that I would never truly
understand what it meant to be a woman and give birth and all the other
things that make genetic women so wonderful.  Still, I was into it
enough that I was marrying a wonderful man ...  as a woman.  Soon I
would have both a wife and a husband.  This caught her by surprise.

The other two women were ecstatic.  They wanted to know all about John.
They wanted to know about the wedding.  They wanted to help.  The first
woman was not amused.

"I am sure that everyone else will not understand this, either," she
said as she got up to leave.

"Please understand that I don't wish to upset anyone.  However, I AM
getting married.  I would prefer that this be kept between the four of
us," I requested.

"Well, I can try but I'm not sure I can keep this secret of yours," she
responded.

"Kelly, do you remember a few nights ago when you were at my house?"
began one of the other women.  "Do remember after everyone left but
you?  Do you remember what we did when we were alone?  There are more
than a few who might not understand that little secret, either."

"You'll be destroying yourself, too," shot back Kelly.

"Maybe.  But several already know that I prefer women.  I don't really
care what the rest think of me.  If that fact costs me this job, so
what?  I'm already looking elsewhere.  Perhaps we could all win here by
keeping all of this just between us girls."

"Works for me," responded the third woman.  They looked at Kelly.
Kelly shrugged and left.

"She'll be fine," said the second woman.  "Now, are you going to invite
us to your shower?"

We had our Bridal Shower.  The women from my office were invited and
attended.  Both mothers were there.  Friends of Sharon's from home
came.  Some of the girls got together and hired a male stripper.  The
biggest surprise for me was the way both our mothers acted with the
stripper.  I wasn't too sure that something wasn't planned for later
with them.  Someone put on a porno video after the stripper had left.
We drank WAY too much wine.  We had a WONDERFUL time!


   Sharon and I left our jobs the following week.  We each got a fair
severance payment.  Our house had been shown and we had an offer.  All
that was left was to get married.

Finally, the day of the wedding arrived.  Sharon and I would be moving
out of our house within a few days, right after the honeymoon.  We were
both nervous as cats.  Our Moms arrived along with the Maid of Honor to
help us get it together.  The wedding was scheduled for 3 PM. We had
rented a banquet hall to hold the ceremony.  At 11 AM we went for lunch
and to get to the banquet hall.  Neither of us could eat much.  We
ordered a drink.

At the banquet hall we almost forgot our nervousness.  Everything was
moving so fast that we scarcely had time to think.  We were dressed and
primped and made up and coifed.  Every girl should go through a wedding
just for that experience.  It's not the same as a glamour shot or
makeover.  It's much more special.

My hair was quite long now.  Sharon's hairdresser knew about us and had
agreed to give me a femme cut that I could hide whenever I needed to
appear as a man.  My naturally auburn hair was permed with a soft wave
and given temporary soft red highlight.  When I pulled it back into a
ponytail, all of that was unseen except for the highlights.  Those
would wash out, though.  Since almost no one at the new job knew me,
this wasn't a problem.  The best part, though, was that I would wear my
real hair in my wedding!

I had grown my nails a little long the last days of my old job.  Since
leaving I had worked to shape them and get them ready for the wedding.
The evening before, a friend had shown up at the house and done both
Sharon's and my nails with acrylic and painted them a beautiful
burgundy.  I would be Bethany for several days now.  I was looking
forward to it.

We were dressed in separate rooms.  When we were ready we came together
for pictures.  Sharon was so beautiful in the same off-the-shoulder
dress we had gotten married in before.  It had short sleeves and lace
brocade in the bodice ending in a "V" just above her tummy.  The skirt
was full and ended in a short train.  I found myself remembering and
loving her so much.

I wore a gown with a plunge neckline.  The bodice covered with lace and
had a high-neck and collar.  The sleeves were puffy at the shoulder and
fitted from just above the elbow down.  Everything was satin and lace.
There was a short train, just enough to drag the floor.

Sharon's and my veils were identical.  We wore earrings with drops made
of rubies surrounded by diamond.  We wore matching pendants.  We had
had our ears pierced with second holes about a week before and wore our
diamond posts in those holes.

We posed for pictures alone, then together.  We posed with the Maid of
Honor, the bridesmaids, and, finally, with our mothers.  Everyone
looked so beautiful and there was so much love in that room.

At last the time came.  My nerves suddenly disappeared and everything
took on a surrealistic quality.  I saw my Daddy come into the room
smiling.  He had come to give me away.  I watched as Sharon started to
pull her veil into place.  I stopped her and said, "I love you." We
kissed lightly.  Our veils were put into place and we headed toward the
door.

The music was "The Wedding Song" by Paul Stookey.  AS it started Sharon
and I parted.  We would enter from opposing doors and come together,
then turn and walk down the center aisle.  It was wide enough for us to
walk side-by-side, with our Daddies.  Once at the front we would be
given away and then we would GET MARRIED!!

The surrealistic quality gave way to excitement as we started walking
toward each other.  I saw Sharon smile and I smiled as well.  All I
could think about was the life ahead of me with these two wonderful
people!

At the aisle we turned and I saw, for the first time, John standing in
the center, his Best Man just to the right.  Behind him stood out MC.
The groomsmen stood, two each, to the left and right beyond the Best
Man.  Slowly we walked down the aisle.  The Bridesmaids peeled off left
and right and paired up with a groomsman.  The Maid of Honor stepped to
the left and even with the Best Man.  We continued until we were about
five feet away from John.  The music stopped.  The MC began.

"Beloved friends, we are gathered here to witness the public
proclamation, by these parties, of love, fidelity, and commitment, that
is marriage.  With this they will begin a life together in the sight of
God.  Who gives these women to this union?"

Both fathers said in unison, "We do."

I looked at my Daddy and, for the first time, felt loss.  I had just
become "Daddy's little girl" and now it was over.  Daddy kissed my hand
softly and turned to go sit with Mom.

Sharon and I turned toward John and stepped forward.

The MC continued.  "Marriage is more than a legal act.  It is an honest
and sincere commitment to love, honor, and cherish another.  Without
this commitment, a marriage is just a shell and meaningless.  Let us
now hear the expressions of that love, honor, and commitment from these
beautiful people.  John ..."

John began, "Sharon and Beth.  You have both meant so much to me these
past few months.  I have come to love you each and together as no
other.  I will give my all to you in everything.  I pledge my life and
fortune to love you, honor you in everything I do, and commit myself to
a life together from today onward."

"Beth, you came to me and we grew into who you are today together.  You
have given me untold happiness as I have watched you develop.  Now I
want to be a part of that growth and development forever.  I can think
of no one with whom I want to, or would be willing to, share my life
with Sharon, than you."

"Sharon, you have given so much in allowing Beth to become who she is.
You have given so much in accepting me into your life.  My love for you
has grown even as my love for Beth has grown.  I can think of no other
that I would want, or be willing to, share my life with Beth, than
you."

"Sharon," said the MC.

"I have known love all of my life.  I knew even more love once before
when I married Charles.  I never thought that life could be any sweeter
after that.  Now I have two people in my life who fulfill my needs and
sense of who and what I am.  I, too, commit to a life together and
pledge my life, fortune and love to making this life equally fulfilling
for them."

"John, you have given me something I never had, a sister and a lover.
You helped make my needs and desires become reality.  You helped me
grow as well and to see that love was more than what we so often say it
is.  You are such an important part of our life.  I love you and want
you to be there forever."

"Bethany ...  Beth ...  I loved you so much when I married you as
Charles.  I never thought I could love you or anyone else more.  Now
you have grown so much as you have become Beth.  I know you
differently, and I love you even more.  I cannot conceive of life
without you."

"Beth," the MC said.

"I never, in my life, thought a day like this would come.  I have loved
(I glanced toward Sharon) and I have grown.  As a part of that growth,
I, too, have come to understand love so much differently.  I would not
be who I am today without both of you.  I would not be anyone without
both of you in my life ...  and love.  I commit myself to a life,
together with you, of love, honor, and joy.  I pledge my life, fortune,
and self to this holiest of unions."

"John, you are responsible for who I am today.  Without you I wouldn't
be Beth.  Without you I wouldn't know love as I know it today.  I love
you ever so and want you forever with me and in my life with Sharon."

Sharon, without you I would not exist at all.  There would be no Beth
at all.  There would be no Charles.  You gave birth to me.  I loved you
so when we first married.  I love you more now.  I know you now, not
just as a lover ...  but as a sister ...  and as a mate.  I cannot
imagine life without you, either."

There was silence for a minute or two as the words we had just spoken
settled on us and the congregation.  The MC continued, "The rings."

John turned to his Best Man.  When he turned back, he said, John placed
the first half of the wedding band on my left ring finger.

John turned to Sharon and repeated the words and actions to her.

The Maid of Honor moved around behind and between us.  Sharon turned to
her and took the rings.  She looked toward me.  "Beth, with this ring I
pledge myself to you for life, to love and honor you in everything, and
to place you above myself in all things." She placed the other half of
the wedding band on my finger.

I turned to the Maid of Honor and took my rings.  I turned toward
Sharon.  "Sharon, with this ring I pledge myself to you for life, to
love and honor you in everything, and to place you above myself in all
things." I placed the other half of her wedding band on her finger.

We both turned to John.  Together we said, "John, with this rings,
separate, yet part of a whole, I pledge myself to you for life; to love
and honor you in everything, and to place you above myself in all
things." I slipped a white gold band onto John's finger.  Sharon
followed with a yellow gold band and joined them with a snap as the
catch closed, joining them into one ring.

A moment of silence and reverence passed.  The MC said, "You may kiss."

John lifted our veils, first Sharon's, then mine.  As he lifted each
veil he kissed us sweetly, nearly passionately.  I could tell he wanted
to do more but held back because of the crowd.  As John kissed me I
felt myself slipping away again.  This time things weren't surreal.
This time I was floating on a cloud of euphoria.  I HAD A HUSBAND!!

After John had kissed each of us, Sharon and I turned toward each other
and kissed.  I HAD A WIFE!!  Again, I felt a desire to go further, but
restraint in the company of the congregation.

As Sharon and I parted, John stepped between us and we turned to face
the congregation, each taking an arm.  The MC stepped behind us and
said, "May I present to you, John, Beth, and Sharon ...  our newest
family.

The congregation stood and applauded.  Mom was crying unashamedly.
Daddy was wiping his eyes and I knew he had let a tear or two slip as
well.  I looked to Sharon's parents and saw the same scene.  I looked
at John, then as Sharon.  We were all smiling widely.  The music
started playing and we started down the aisle.  The Maid of Honor and
the Best Man followed with the bridesmaid/groomsman couples filing in
from left and right behind them.

Then came the photos!!!

Everyone waited patiently in the adjoining room for us to finish so we
could start the reception.  When we were done, we moved into the
reception hall and formed a receiving line.  People I didn't know came
through and told me what a beautiful bride I was and what a lucky
person I was to land TWO such wonderful mates.  We held the reception
line for fifteen minutes or so.  As we broke the line, Daddy and Mom
came to me and hugged me.  Daddy kissed me lightly on the lips for the
first time and said that he was so very proud of me.  Mom stood behind
him crying.  When Daddy was done, Mom hugged me around the neck with a
strength I didn't know she possessed.

Finally, we headed toward the cake to cut it and have MORE photos made.
Then came the punch.  Finally, John removed Sharon and my garters and
flipped them into the crowd of groomsmen and male attendees.  Next
Sharon and I threw our bouquets together into the waiting crowd of
bridesmaids and female attendees.

Then we danced!

The three of us danced together for the Bride and Groom's dance.  Then
they played two more songs and John danced with us separately.  After
that they played a song just for Sharon and me to dance to.  Finally
the general congregation joined in and everyone had a great time!

After what seemed like HOURS (and probably was), we three headed off to
the dressing rooms to change for our departure.  John wore a pair of
tan slacks, off-white collarless shirt buttoned to the neck, and a
chocolate blazer.  Sharon wore a cream colored linen dress with taupe
embroidery on the front and a wide matching belt.  She had a heavy gold
chain rope around her neck and matching earrings in her bottom hole.  I
wore a cream colored lace crinkle dress with a crinkled lace cover over
a rayon/cotton lining.  I wore a double strand brass and copper
necklace with matching earrings.

As we exited the church a shower of birdseed cascaded upon us.  We ran
toward the car which had been covered with writing and the windows
coated with shaving cream.  As we got there, John waved and a black
limousine pulled out from a parking spot and stopped in front of us.
The back window had "JUST MARRIED" written on it.  As the crowd
applauded out little trick, we jumped into the limousine and sped away.
The Best Man would take care of the car and have it waiting for us when
we returned.

For our honeymoon we had booked passage on a cruise especially for
crossdressers and their SO's.  We felt that this would be safest.  On
the cruise we checked into our stateroom (a very large suite with a
king-size bed) and locked the door.  For the next three days we ordered
out.

After undressing each other, we had each other in every way imaginable.
I sucked cock and ate pussy until I couldn't any longer.  I took John
up my ass as Sharon sucked me.  I fucked Sharon's pussy while John went
up her ass.  Later, John and I reversed positions.  I sucked John while
Sharon fucked his ass.  Later, Sharon and I changed positions.  Sharon
and I sucked John together, sharing his beautiful cock for about a half
hour.  I sucked John while Sharon fucked me.  If it could be done, we
did it.  I just could not get enough of either of them.  We could not
get enough of each other.

When we finally left our stateroom, I went as Beth.  I would be Beth at
least until I got home and went to work.  I started wondering if I
should tell my new employer and start going to work as Beth, too.  For
now, though, my mouth and tongue were sore and my ass was so sore I
could hardly walk.  Sharon was walking decided bow-legged and she
seemed to have a little difficulty talking a lot.  John didn't seem to
be all that sore, but he looked REAL tired.  I didn't think any of us
could cum one more time.

We quickly recovered, though, and started enjoying the other
attractions on the cruise.  Once people met us and found out about us,
we became the darlings of the cruise.  A couple of people hit on us but
we ignored them and the others put a stop to their activities real
quick!  We had such a wonderful time!  And the evenings were filled
with passion and romance!

The cruise finally ended and we headed for home.  We arrived at our old
house and immediately started moving the final things out.  After a
day, we headed to our new home.  The movers arrived the next day and we
were soon settled in.

After a couple weeks we had a knock at the door and were surprised to
see many of our friends standing there.  They were throwing us a
surprise house-warming.  Even our parents were there!

Everything was good!  John was busy with his work at the school.
Sharon and I were settling into our new jobs and doing well.  The house
was everything we imagined it would be.  We spent our days for a while
laying by the pool and enjoying the privacy of our home.  I dressed as
Beth often and even started working outside in the yard as Beth.  There
was no worry about privacy and I truly enjoyed the feeling of freedom.
After a while I even started dressing as Charles at home.  now that
Beth was so much less forbidden, I felt less drive to be her.  There
were times, though.

Part of John's work involved getting involved in community affairs.
Sometimes he would be invited and have to attend social functions.  If
Sharon or I had a commitment, the other would attend with him.  If
neither was tied up, we both went with him as Sharon and Beth.
Whenever Sharon had a commitment, John and I would similarly share duty
as John and Charles.  Since I was working as Charles (for now) I would
usually involve Sharon and John would accompany us as well.  We never
worried about others finding out about us.  But we chose not to flaunt
our special relationship and draw fire from the more narrow-minded.

Sharon and I DID finally get to meet John's parents, too.  They visited
us at our home one evening.  Sharon and Beth entertained them and
things went rather well.  John was nervous, as could be expected.  We
managed to head off any confrontation, though and a good time was
generally had by all.

They visited us again and this time they got to meet Charles.  It was
different this time but still enjoyable.  John's parents knew that he
had been bisexual so his preferences weren't as much an issue as the
fact that he had taken TWO mates.  I think we were managing to wear
them down, though.

Sex as a threesome can get strenuous after a while.  We chose a three
bedroom house to allow each of us personal space.  It also allowed
privacy in case John and Sharon, or Sharon and I, or John and I wanted
some time as a couple.  There is so much love here that jealousy is no
longer a problem, or even an issue.  We share each other with each
other.

When we have guests over we offer them the poolhouse first.  It has a
kitchenette and bath facilities.  It provides privacy while still being
close.  For more than one guest (or couple), though, we free up one or
more bedrooms and they stay in the house with us.  When parents come,
they automatically stay in the house.
  Sharon and my parents have become quite accepting of our arrangement
and seem quite comfortable visiting us.  John's parents are rather
slower in coming around ...  but we are working on them.  They seem to
respond better to Beth than to Charles so we are usually John, Sharon,
and Beth when we are with them.  That's just fine with me.

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