Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
From: nostrumo@nienor.in-berlin.de
Subject: TG: Crystal
Date: 4 Nov 1995 02:17:26 +0100

			       Crystal

	"What's up Mom?" I asked, as I careened through the side door
on that blustery Friday in late January. I had just gotten home from
Wrestling practice and had my sixth match of the season the next day.
I had done very well in my second, year of wrestling winning five and
tieing only one which coach expected me to lose. I was lean and
hungry, 5'8" tall and weighed 126 pounds. It was mid season and the
128 pound weight class in which I wrestled had just gone to 132 Lbs.
That meant that I could eat tonight.

	Dad was sitting there at the dining room table, reading the
paper and looked up at me and shook his head. The guys hair styles had
switched to long hair last year and dad did not like it at all. Mine
was not quite shoulder length and a beautiful light honey blond. He
had a very fixed attitude about sissy guys and never missed a chance
to express even silent disapproval. He knew I wasn't a sissy, so it
really confused him. He was about as proud of me as any dad could be.

	It embarrassed me when he bragged to his friends how good an
athlete I was. I had to admit I was not bad. Second in cross country,
All-Star Little League-er now in my first year of Babe Ruth. And
potentially a championship wrestler I liked the competition even
thrived on it. The girls liked it too I always had a girlfriend from
kindergarten on. They were fun to play with and the other guys were
sometimes envious. At fourteen the world was really great.

	"A Chip Summers called and asked if you could babysit tomorrow
night at seven o'clock. Who is Chip Summers," mom asked. I told her
that Mr. Summers was a man Carol babysat for and he was probably
calling me because Carol was visiting relatives in Mt. Kisco that
weekend.

	Carol was my current girlfriend and I had a very good feeling
about her. She was also a star athlete and somewhat a tomboy, which
held a very strange attraction to me for some reason.We had met in
eighth grade and been seeing each other ever since. That was just over
a year ago and the longest relationship I had ever had with any girl
before. What mom did not know was that Chip knew me because Carol and
I babysat together for Chip and Marsha Summers. Mom would have really
disapproved of that setup.

	I really liked Chip since he let me come over when Carol was
sitting and even drove me home after dropping Carol off. He never said
anything about Carol and I being alone while they went out.
Furthermore Chip was about twenty-seven years old he insisted that
Carol and I call him by his first name. He would first drop Carol off
then take me home. He loved sports and was a star athlete when he was
in college and still worked out regularly. He was about 5'11" and very
lean and muscular.

	"Hello? oh, hello Marsha, Mom told me that Chip had called and
wanted me to babysit tomorrow night. I just wanted to tell you that I
would be glad to sit, I can really use the money." Being an athlete
really cut into any kind of wage earnings after school. I wanted to
take Carol to the movies again and my pockets were empty.

	"Chip will pick you up at 7 o'clock. We are going out to
dinner and then to a late movie and after that we are meeting some
friends at Hideaway's for some dancing. Tell your folks that you will
be in by about 2 A.M. We will pay you a dollar an hour after
midnight."

	I started calculating how much I would make, with tip, and
felt very pleased. The good feeling was supplemented by my feeling of
having just talked to Marsha. She always made me feel very comfortable
and at ease with myself. At twenty-eight, and a mother of two small
children, she was probably one of the most beautiful, well dressed,
feminine, and nicest women I had ever known.

	She was confident of her womanhood. When we talked the eye
contact that we had almost belied some hidden meaning. I sensed an
attraction somehow magnetic and very drawing something she felt for me
but I couldn't quite understand it. She was very sensitive and loved
her kids with a passion. Chip and she made a perfect pair. He was a
rising star Lawyer in Manhattan and was being considered for full
partnership where he was an associate. He made a lot of money and had
a beautiful house and car. In spite of his higher than average salary
for the area he was not snobbish in the least.

	Saturday's matches went very well. We won by forty-five points
and I got another win with a pin which insured me a place on Varsity
the next week without having to go through wrestle-offs. What was
really nice was I did not have to pull weight for this match and did
not feel drained. On the contrary I felt invigorated. Chip pulled his
Lincoln up to the curb outside the house and beeped his horn.

	"Hi how are you? Have you told your parents that you will be
home late tonight, or rather tomorrow morning."

	"Yes," I replied, "They know about it, and it is ok with
them."

	"Would you like to meet them Chip?"

	"Ok," he said still with his bubbling character.

	We went up to the house and my dad and he almost fell over one
another bragging about me. Chip was up on sports and knew about my
record. He was a very good speaker and knew human nature and was at
ease with everyone. He and dad struck it off right away. I can't
imagine anyone not liking him.

	After chatting for awhile, Chip and I left. He grilled me all
about the match, hanging on every detail. He loved to listen and I
realized that perhaps of all the men older than myself I probably had
more respect and admiration for Chip than all the others put together.

	We got to their tri-level home on the fashionable east side of
town in just a few minutes. As I got out of the car. Adam and Sara
came tumbling toward me as fast as their five and three year old legs
would carry them. I went down on my knees and opened my arms. I really
loved these two kids. My future goals wanted desperately to have two
kids just like these. They also loved me. I was a kid's, kid. We
tumbled around, I could make them laugh by standing on my head and
doing forward rolls. Sara was still at the "peek-a-boo," stage,
dissolving into a lump of giggles every time we played. Adam liked
that I could pull pennies out of his hair and ears, and drove his
parents crazy when I left trying to get Chip to pull money out of his
head.

	Marsha came out of the house following her two wild-ones. I
looked up from underneath Adam who had me pinned. And saw Marsha
standing over us with a beautiful smile. She was breathtaking wearing
a grey silk dress and a black slip with garter stockings underneath
which I could easily see from my current strained but enjoyable
vantage. The sight and exhilaration began to tell in my center, and I
could feel my considerable maleness getting hard. Since I was wearing
a long coat, I knew it was not visible and just enjoyed the feeling.
We all trundled inside where there was a warm fire in the fireplace.
Marsha motioned me to the couch while the two Indians sat back down in
front of the TV to finish their milk and cookies.

	"Make sure Adam goes to the bathroom before bed and make sure
Sara's diaper is dry or change it." Sara gave me all the instructions
I would need and admonished me for letting them stay up in the past.
The eye connection was there again and a deep seated warm feeling came
over me. I couldn't quite get a handle on my feeling for Marsha. It
was not really sexual at least not like my developing feelings and
experimentation with Carol. Perhaps the feeling I had was a true love
not complicated by sex or even relationship. BUT IT WAS THERE!

	Marsha got her mink short stole from the closet and in a few
minutes they were on their way. I picked up the scattered remains of
the cookies and took the glasses and put them in the sink. Time for
some fun with the kids then off to bed. We played with the etch-a-
sketch, and various put the peg in the hole games until about 8:15 and
I pronounced that it was time for BED. Not welcome words for any kid,
but I was able to bribe them with a pony-back ride up the stairs.
First I checked Sara's condition and she was fine.

	Then I scooted Adam into the hall bathroom for his duty. I
routed around in the bathtub for the potty seat which was stored there
when visitors came. Adam still had a slight problem of falling through
the hole.

	As I slid the glass door open I noticed a pair of black
stockings hanging on the towel rack. My little girl inside swelled a
little in her resting place in my body and the very tip of my penis
twitched at the sight. This was something that I might check out later
since I was alone and had plenty of time. Adam finished his "duty,"
in grand style. I marveled at the amount contained in that little
body!

	On a previous sitting job I had read a "Golden Book," to them
and now they wanted another. I flipped Sara into her crib and told
Adam that I would only read him a story if he would comb my hair. He
thought that was a fair deal and I went and got a brush from the
bathroom, again glancing at the stockings.

	After getting through with "The Little Choo Choo", with
several pauses to go back and look at pictures, I noticed that Sara
was sound asleep and Adam's brushing was getting lethargic.

	So I tucked him in and lit the Donald Duck nightlight and
proceeded downstairs. I turned the bathroom light off and paused at
Chip and Marsha's bedroom door, which was the next one down the hall.
Carol and I had made out on their bed once, until it got a little too
serious for me, but other than that I had never been in their room
alone. I pushed the door open and glanced in thinking of the wonders
which must be in the drawers and closets.

	I glanced around marveling at the size of the room, about
twenty foot square with what would later be called a king sized bed on
one wall. Behind the bed was all mirror tiles from floor to ceiling.
On either side were nightstands which were part of the headboard. The
nightstands contained a stereo system on what must have been Chip's
side. There was what appeared to be a satin coverlet on the bed. And
pink satin sheets. The bed was a canopy type with sort of curtains
hanging down around the perimeter. If you were lying down on the bed
the top inside of the canopy was a large mirror and you could stare up
at yourself when you were lying on your back.

	In the upper corners were two small stereo speakers on either
side. Along one wall were two walk-in closets with mirrors again, from
floor to ceiling which made the room look even larger and disguised
the closets behind. On the wall across from the bottom of the bed was
the entry door and also a bathroom/sitting area door.

	Between the entry door and the bathroom door, was an upright
dresser which must be Chip's. In the bathroom, Marsha had a wall to
wall vanity area with stage lights and wall to wall mirror. There was
a shower and dressing area across from the vanity. The shower doors
were mirrors. When pulled shut, if you stood at the vanity mirror, by
getting at certain angles, you could see images disappear into the
vanishing point. In the sitting area was a three-panel mirror where
you could see both your back and front at the same time, and a clothes
press type closet.

	On the right side of the bed the wall was papered with fine
rose brocade wallpaper. In the middle of the wall was a bow window
immediately in front of which was a long low dresser which apparently
was Marsha's. It was a splendid room, neither masculine nor feminine
but a blend of characters and certainly set up for lovemaking!

	I was very tempted to go over and investigate all the drawers
and closets but for some reason I felt like I was intruding and it
would be wrong.

	I reluctantly went downstairs to watch some television and get
a Coke, which really was a no-no for a wrestler during the weight
pulling season. Heck. I did not have to make 128 anymore so the treat
would taste good!

	I settled down on the couch with my coke and chocolate chip
cookies just as the "Saturday Night Movie," was starting. The feature
presentation was "The Five Pennies," which I had already seen. I
rifled through the magazine rack and settled on a Cosmopolitan Issue
for that month.

	Mom did not buy anything but Woman's day and that magazine was
pretty plain. The only reason I liked Woman's Day was for the "You can
build this (fill in the blank) with simple hand tools".

	Cosmo was another story. They always had a pretty girl on the
cover and the list of articles always interested me. I was chicken to
buy the magazine on the newsstand but never failed to scan the
articles listed on the front cover, while pretending to look at the
"Popular Science," magazine, or whatever was next to it.

	I stared wistfully at the beautiful blond woman in a strapless
sequined sheath dress on this months cover. The fashion section
feature this month was "Preview of Bathing suits for Spring," Yum -
Yum! One of my favoritest pastimes was to go to the shore during the
summer and rivet my attention on the prettiest girls in the prettiest
bathing suits from behind a pair of sunglasses. The suits were
fantastic! Bikinis so small they left little to the imagination. A
Leopard Skin swim dress really caught my eye and I wondered what it
must feel like to wear a tight fitting suit with panties under a very
short skirt. I could feel my hands trembling slightly at my fantasy
thoughts.

	"I wonder if Marsha has any suits like this that I might try
on?" The thought gripped me for a few seconds then subsided. I
continued to leaf through the Magazine until I came to the
"Maidenform" ad: "I dreamt I was at a business meeting in my
Maidenform bra" the copy read. "I sure wish I was at the same
meeting!"

	She had beautiful black hair and was sitting at a long table
with her suit jacket open exposing a beautiful, lacy, black bra. The
twinging between my legs was getting stronger. "I wonder if Marsha has
any bras like this?"

	I had never worn a bra before and wondered what it would be
like. I knew the little girl inside me would love to try on a bra. I
decided on a compromise. I would go upstairs and find one of Marsha's
bras and bring it into the bathroom put it on the vanity and
masturbate in the sink while I imagined wearing the bra. That would
not be violating any of Marsha's stuff and I was an expert at this
kind of self enjoyment technique.

	I put the Cosmo back in the rack and proceeded upstairs. I
walked to the end of the hall and checked on the kids just to make
sure they were ok. I had plenty of uninterrupted time since it was
only nine thirty and Marsha and Chip would be out till after midnight.

	I pushed the bedroom door open and went in, closing the door
behind me so that the kids would not come in if they woke up. I
decided to make a thorough investigation of the room. Starting at the
first closet, I opened the door to see about thirty business suits.
Chip had suits for every occasion even two tuxedos.

	Going on to Marsha's closet, when I opened the door the sight
fairly took my breath away. The closet was filled with an assortment
of beautiful dresses, some plain and quite a number of beautiful
gowns. I reached out and touched one short pink cocktail gown with
billows of petticoats in the skirt.

	The stirring was getting stronger. I carefully looked at each
dress and skirt and some beautiful lacy blouses. I felt that I had
reached heaven. I had never seen or been close to things this pretty.
I closed the closet and moved on to the nearest bedside table which I
figured was Chip's.

	I opened the top drawer and found it contained some current
legal Periodicals and several Styles. Also there was a box of TROJANS!
Fantastic! Carol and I had been getting very hot and heavy lately and
I was far too embarrassed to buy these things in the store.

	Sooner or later I knew that I would need one of these. I
thought of taking one but decided that I would take one later when I
really needed one. I opened the second drawer and there they were. At
least twelve issues of Playboy Magazine! You could not buy these in
the open. The only place you could get one was at the station and they
were under the counter so you had to ask and I COULDN'T DO THAT!

	My head began to get dizzy. I picked up the top magazine,
which was the current issue. I opened to the centerfold which was
legendary. Three whole pages of an Almost totally naked woman! The
closest I had come to seeing a totally naked woman was In a cartoon
sex book that I had found torn in half while walking along the
railroad tracks one day. All the pictures were really illustrations
like in the comic books. My mom had found the book and absconded with
it in a trail of "I'm getting rid of this filthy trash," I could never
understand how beautiful women could be filthy trash. And why the
Sears Catalog pictures of undergarments was not filthy trash also.

	I stared at the beautiful blond woman. She had only a brief
bikini on, and her bosom was bare and beautiful. My boyhood twitched
at the very end telling me it really liked this. I looked at the other
pictures in the layout.

	Something seemed missing or wrong. The pictures were exciting
me but somehow it was not as intense as the woman in the Maidenform
ad. This woman seemed too perfect. Almost like the plastic dolls we
played with when we were kids. The part that I focused on the most and
seemed to be complete was the shiny triangle of the silver bikini she
was wearing. I wondered what beautiful thing that the bikini hid?
Making a note to follow up on the other issues I carefully put the
issue back the way it was and moved on.

	On Marsha's side of the bed the top drawer contained a few
fashion catalogs and womens' magazines. Including a Women's Day! There
were a few Greeting cards mixed in. I opened one up and found it was
from Chip with a thank you for some memorable but unnamed event. In
the bottom drawer was a large plug in hand massager with springs on
the bottom, a small tube of something called K-Y, and what looked like
a riding crop with black ribbons on the end.

	Pushing the drawer shut, I moved over to Marsha's dresser
which was my main objective for being there. I opened the first drawer
and it contained PANTIES! all different colors. I reached into the
bundle of softness and strains of fine perfume wafted up.

	I again became dizzy with anticipation. I pulled one yellow
pair of panties out of the drawer and held them up to me they were
nylon and fairly plain. I put these back and picked out a black pair.
they were absolutely breathtaking to the girl who lived inside me. I
could feel her heart beating as it never had before. I looked at the
label: size 5/Maidenform!!! That settled it I was definitely going to
wear these beautiful panties and become the Maidenform woman.

	"I dreamt I was transformed into the Maidenform Woman in Chip
and Marsha's Bedroom".

	They were very, Very fine nylon weave (not like the coarse
weave nylon my mom had from the five and dime.) At the leg openings, a
pleated band of stiffer sheer nylon about an inch wide all the way
around to the back. At the waistband was a short sheer skirt which
came almost to the leg openings on the side and extended halfway down
the back. The skirt portion joined in the front forming an inverted v
up to the waistband.

	I closed the drawer and went over to the bed. I removed all my
clothes and carefully laid them out on the bed so I could get at them
quickly if If Chip and Marsha came back early. I glanced at the clock
on top of Chips dresser. 9:45 still plenty of time for this excursion
into wonderland.

	I wandered over to the closet mirrors and slipped the panties
on. I became very excited. My heart was beating till I thought I was
going to faint. When it settled down a bit a wonderful warm feeling
enveloped me. They looked right on me They looked natural. What's
more they felt good. I could feel the stiff netting on my nearly
hairless legs. I took a few steps and the netting brushed against my
legs. Wonderful!

	My mind thought of Marsha's womanhood. Her most private and
wonderful part had been where my most private and wonderful part was
now. That was as it should be! My woman had adjoined hers. I reached
back and put my hands on the skirt and felt the luxurious smooth
feeling of the nylon on nylon. I tore myself away from the mirror lest
I have an accident in these lovely panties. Back to the dresser again.
The next, and larger drawer held an array of nightgowns some satin
some nylon, and some even looked like SILK. "I wonder if Marsha would
miss any of these If I borrowed one?"

	I would come back to this drawer but I was looking for a bra
for a very express purpose. The next drawer contained foundation
garments. Bra and girdle all in ones some fit on the whole body and
some were short with just the bra and garters. This was more like it,

	But I really wanted to have a bra something like the
"Maidenform Woman," Closing the drawer, I moved on to the next drawer.
Jackpot! About ten bras were in the drawer. Also in there were some
lacy garterbelts. I picked up each bra and looked at it. There was a
black one which had the same netting as on my panties. THIS IS IT! The
one I had been looking for.

	The tops of each cup had the same stiff netting but without
pleats. The bottom of each cup was made of satiny nylon like my
panties there was some padding at the bottom of each cup on the
inside. The label said 36B/Maidenform. Now I could become the
Maidenform Woman in the magazine. I could not hook the narrow band in
the back! I had to hurry! I hooked the band in the back and swiveled
it around to the front and snaked my arms in to the straps. The bra
sat too high on my chest and looked incongruous.

	I adjusted the straps to the the full length and pulled the
bra down over my tits. Perfect fit! The cups were not full enough but
the size was otherwise right. "I think I'll try on the garterbelt
also. This is really fun! The garterbelt I chose was very much like
the bra. It was made of black fine nylon with an embroidered rose
above each of the four garters. I had to put it on backwards and slide
it around.

	The garters hung down and tickled my legs. I closed my eyes
and turned around and eased my way across to the other side of the
room with the mirror wall. I opened my eyes. With just bedside lights
on the sight when I opened my eyes took my breath away. My stomach
sucked in my heart beat wildly. I was a woman!

	My penis was hard and extended up the front of the panties
stopping above the v of the panty skirt. I shook my head my hair
brushed my shoulders. I dipped my head down, my long hair cascading
forward. It was too much for my boy but my girl was lying down
somewhere between my groin and my brain luxuriously writhing from side
to side. I knelt down on one knee since if I did not I would buckle. I
had to sit down. I crawled over to Marshals easy chair near the
dresser, and pulled myself up. My heart was pounding it hurt. I closed
my eyes; my boy was very near ejaculating in the panties.

	That thought seemed like a desecration. I do not know how long
I sat there in a swoon however, I came to with the very warm feeling
of womanhood back in my brain. I crossed my legs and glanced down at
the bra and panties. My mind wandered to Marsha. I... MY GOD! She can
see me. The thought was very fleeting. Almost telepathically I felt
that Marsha and I were sharing the same thought at that same moment!
Ridiculous! That is just my mind on overload! My nerves. I got up and
walked over to Chips dresser. Only 10:00 P.M.

	"Well as long as I am this far I might as well see what a
dress will look like. Marsha is about the same size as I am and those
beautiful dresses in the closet are there for me to try on. If I don't
do it tonight I will probably never get another chance."

	I pulled the closet door open again and began going through
the dressy dresses one by one. My mind wanted something in black to
match my black panties, garter, and bra. There were several black
dresses, most had buttons in the back and knowing how much trouble I
had had with the bra I decided on one which had no buttons in the
back. It was a cocktail dress.

	The front of the dress was fairly low cut but buttoned, or
rather hooked up the front to the low scooping bustline. The material
of the bodice was some sort of stiff, boned material in the midriff.
The bodice was satin lined with black lace over the whole front down
to the waistline. The back was high and came up to a collar which was
narrow and buttoned around the neck the effect was a large opening to
the bustline in the front and a narrow collar. the sleeves were of
clear net puff type black nylon and I wondered if my arms would go
through the elastic which formed a ruffle about midway down the upper
arm.

	The skirt portion of the dress was made of soft shiny black
velvet in the form of a fairly tight sheath with two peplum type short
over-skirts of the same material. The skirt was lined with black
acetate, which rustled deliciously when I shook the hanger. The whole
dress appeared to be handmade. This was definitely the one I wanted to
try!

	I slipped the skirt down over my head and resisting the
temptation to look in the mirror. I hooked the hooks in the front
which were then covered over with small buttons covered with the same
material as the bodice. I did not look in the mirror but took a few
steps, and almost fell. The sheath which came down to just below my
knees, restricted my normal stride; the feeling was delicious.

	The underslip of taffeta made a rustling noise and felt good
on my naked legs. I turned to look at myself in the wall mirror and
there stood a rather beautiful, boyish looking woman. My boy was not
excited. The earlier hard-on (The size of which was the envy of most
of the other boys who had not started to develop) was gone. He was
soft but very content in his nylon prison.

	"My feelings have been replaced by the feelings of a woman. I
feel right. I feel complete, I feel warm and very small inside."

	To complete the job I knew I must have those seemed stockings
that were dangling in the hall bathroom. I opened the bedroom door
leaned my head out and glanced at the half open kids bedroom door. I
waited a few seconds and there was no noise coming from their room. I
tiptoed toward their room with just the telltale rustle of the slip
making any noise. I slipped into the bathroom and shut the door before
turning on the light. I did not want the kids to wake up with the
bathroom light shining in their doorway.

	I pulled the door of the tub open and carefully lifted the
stockings off the towel rack inside the shower. I did not want to put
any runs in the stockings although I thought to myself that if I did I
could lay them on the floor and Marsha would probably think that I
removed them when I got Adam's potty seat out. I put one of my hands
in the stockings. They were very, very sheer. This would be another
first for my little girl. Except for make-up, and shoes this would
complete the transformation.

	Then I would hike the skirt up and let this beautiful girl
stroke the boy inside to a delicious climax. The garters covered with
satin ribbon were dangling somewhere up under the dress. I hiked the
dress up in a bunch at my waistline. Gosh! the dress fits perfectly.
Leaning back against the sink and counter on the rear wall, I
carefully bunched one stocking up and slipped the reinforced (but
still sheer toe and heel) over my foot and pulled the stocking up my
leg the reinforced top came almost up to the panties. I had to shorten
up both the garters so that the stocking would not sag. When I got
that done I worked on the other leg. I had only a little bit of hair
on my legs and what there was was short and blond.

	I turned to look in the mirror over the sink on the back wall
and was disappointed that I could not see my legs. I stretched up as
high as I could but could only see a little of the stockings. I looked
down at my legs and could see that the tops of the stockings were not
showing. The "mice," as Carol called them, made little bumps on the
velvet on the outside of the dress.

	"I feel good. I feel right. I feel SEXY. The boy who's soul I
reside in is not sexually excited as he was before. I wonder if I can
excite him."

	I looked in the mirror above the sink and slowly turned from
side to side to see the overall...

	"Earl are you in there?" It was Marsha's voice!

	"Oh, God in Heaven what am I going to do now? Why didn't I
hear them?"

	I realized that the exhaust fan was making enough noise to
obliterate sounds outside the room. I thought of my clothes carefully
laid on the bed for fast change.

	"How could I have lost track of time so badly? It couldn't be
that late!"

	My heart was beating so wildly that I thought that I was going
to die. I glanced around. There were no outside windows. On the
ceiling was a small air conditioning return duct, but I could not have
gotten through that. There was no escape.

	"Maybe I should get naked and put the clothes in the bathtub.
Being naked is probably better than being caught this way. But how do
I explain that?"

	My mind was racing for an excuse. I could not think of
anything.

	"Earl are you all right?" It was Chip's voice this time. I had
to answer. I croaked out, "Yes Chip, I'll be out in a minute." I
hadn't spoken in probably two hours and my fright was so complete that
my voice took on an alarming croaking sound. I heard Marsha take the
few steps down the hall and open the kids room door. I also heard Chip
push the bedroom door open.

	"... Maybe if I make a break of it I can make the front door?"

	Then what? outside-shoeless-in probably twenty degree weather,
I heard Chip just outside the door and heard Marsha close the kids'
room door. Chip said something to Marsha about clothes. I could not
hear the whole exchange but Marsha said something back to Chip. Maybe
I could pretend to be taking a bath. Crap! I was caught!

	Marsha tapped lightly on the door. "Earl are you sure you are
OK? Your voice sounded very strange, honey!"

	Honey! She called me Honey! Her voice sounded very soft and
soothing. Maybe she might understand. GOD NO! Even if she does Chip is
a man and he won't understand!

	"Please open the door so I can see that you are OK," Marsha
said softly.

	I really had no other choice. I had to open the door sometime.
I just hoped that they would not tell my mom or dad. I knew that I
would never babysit here again. Although I didn't think that there was
anything wrong with the feeling I had for my girl inside I had no
doubt that Chip and Marsha would think that I was crazy and not ever
have me back.

	"Please, Honey, open the door, It's OK," a very soothing voice
implored.

	I heard Marsha say something else to Chip and decided that I
would take the consequences.

	Briefly I turned around to glance in the mirror one more time
to see what was there and I saw a very frightened looking boy in a
woman's dress. Not bad. but still a boy dressed as a woman. "Marsha I
am going to open the door," I said, My voice had settled down again
but my heart was in my throat.

	I turned the knob and slowly opened the door. Marsha was
standing right there in the doorway and Chip was leaning back against
the wall on the other side. I saw Marsha's eyes widen as large as
frying pans. She just stood there. Slowly with a twinkle in her eyes,
a smile began and it got bigger and bigger. Chip started to laugh and
I ... STARTED TO CRY.

	BIG tears welled up in my eyes, they blurred my vision. I hung
my head down and put my face in my hands and just sobbed. My body was
heaving with deep sobs. Again I felt faint but this time it was with
mental exhaustion. I felt very tired all of a sudden and thought I
would crumple up on the floor in a puddle of sobs. I felt an arm going
around my back, and a hand lifting under my chin. I kept my eyes
closed tight with tears streaming down my cheeks. My head came up and
the hand under my chin went around my back. My head settled down into
a world of perfume and sweet clean smelling hair. Marsha was holding
me up with both arms tightly around my back.

	"It's OK sweetheart," she soothed softly in my ear. "Please
stop crying. I understand."

	I was not in the real world. This was all a bad dream.

	"It's OK. It.s OK, honey."

	The words began to sooth my injury.

	"Please stop crying, you are going to ruin my dress. You're
also going to ruin your dress, which is a designer original."

	Slowly my sobbing subsided to small whimpers.

	"You look better in that dress than I ever did," her voice had
a little cheer and lilt to it. "I've never liked it."

	Slowly she released her grip on me but grabbed my arm,
thinking I might fall. I opened my tear-sodden eyes to see Marsha's
face in front of mine, a few inches away. The smile was still there
but it had a totally different feeling. The soul contact that I had
felt before was back, I could not for the life of me figure out why. I
had trespassed into her world without permission. My boy's mind saw
that as a violation of her private world.

	"Come on honey, let's go downstairs and sit and talk for a
while, Chip and I both think the world of you and this does not make
any difference. I think I understand."

	This cannot be happening. My boy's mind was feeling and
reeling with all sorts of emotions now. Swimming in a totally
confused state. I began to walk out of the bathroom door with Marsha
still holding my hand, more or less supporting and leading me. "What a
wonderful woman," I thought to myself as my wits were coming back. I
could not believe that God had created such a perfect being. As if she
were reading my mind she squeezed my hand.

	I had a little bit of difficulty getting down the stairs in
the tight sheath dress. This was the first time I had ever worn a
dress, much less ever tried to negotiate stairs.

	Chip was at the bottom of the stairs and his laughter had been
replaced by a large grin. "A friendly grin. How can you also accept
this in another man?" I thought.

	As Marsha, still guiding me by the hand, passed by Chip, he
reached up and softly put his hand between my shoulders and ran it
very slowly down my back and over my fanny. I could feel the layers of
nylon and satin rub under his touch. It a was forceful yet tender
motion.

	"What, was I feeling??????" All of a sudden with a mixture of
disgust? confusion? revulsion? PLEASURE? I realized that he was
looking at me as a woman or girl AND NOT A BOY! My mind on this night
of rollercoaster emotions was again alert and thinking. No It was not
disgust!

	Then what was it? The little girl within me sprang to life.
She had been hiding in the deepest recesses of my body. I felt her
start to bloom like a flower after a thunder shower. I shivered under
his touch. I saw Marsha respond to my shiver and glance at Chip. The
glance was like a warning, It was as If she was still reading my mind.

	Chip removed his hand from my fanny and just followed Marsha
and me to the couch. I again had some difficulty sitting down. I
awkwardly pulled the dress up slightly and tried to sit down but
rather flopped onto the couch. I thought the skirt had ripped but a
glance showed me that it had not.

	Chip sat in his chair across from the couch. He was staring at
my legs and I realized that the skirt had hiked up to show the garters
and Marsha's stocking tops. I felt somewhat exposed and squirmed to
get the dress modestly down. My girl was again returning and had a
grip on about one half of my emotional being.

	Marsha sat down beside me on the couch and put her arm around
me. All this took just a few minutes but seemed like an eternity. She
turned to me and looked me in the eyes, a deep penetrating look, a
knowing look, a friendly look.

	"Do you know that I can feel your thoughts, Honey? I like your
thoughts. I can feel the struggle of two souls within your one soul.
Whenever I look at you I have a very good and fond feeling. The
feeling is that God created something very special in you," her voice
went on in very soft manner.

	"The reason we came home Is that I got an alarm, a feeling
that you were afraid. After we got out of the movies, I was not as
tuned into you as when we are together, but a fleeting feeling of
alarm crossed my thoughts, then went away."

	I remembered sitting in the chair and thinking with alarm that
she could read my mind and could discover me.

	She continued, "I have a very good feeling about you. Whenever
I am near you I feel the contentment of being with a very complete
person. I like it when you are with my children. I have watched you
with them and you make them feel secure and happy."

	I finally had composed myself enough to get out a few words;
my fright and confusion were becoming the same warm inner glow again
under this wonderful woman's massaging.

	"Marsha, I'm sorry I am wearing your beautiful clothes. I feel
like I have cheated in some way."

	"Why?" she asked. "You are a beautiful person. I know of the
`girl' within your spirit. She is lovely. A devilish sprite. She does
not compete for your maleness. She adds to it. Magnifies it! The
clothes are suitable for her. She has a very elegant personality. You
are a very beautiful male person. I am very attracted by your
maleness, as perhaps you have noticed. Your beauty expressing your
feminine being within completes the male that you are."

	I had never given the `whys' much thought. Marsha seemed to be
telling me what I was feeling and the whys involved.

	"I will help you to become more complete as a feminine person.
I am an expert by many standards and I would take great delight in
your happiness in expressing your femininity. It is only 11:00 o'clock
and we have several hours yet this evening to explore more of this
world you find so intriguing. I'm just glad you are not hurt. I got
very worried when I felt your alarm. Come let's go back up to the
bedroom and play a little."

	"I love you Marsha," I said sincerely.

	"I love you too... " I could see her thinking. "... Crystal!
Yes, that is a beautiful name. I'll call you Crystal."

	She reached up and softly ran her hand down my cheek, with a
twinkle in her eye. I think it was a tear. Crystal and Marsha sat on
the couch just staring at each other.

	Finally Marsha broke the silence. "I'd like for you to be my
girlfriend. "

	I did not know what to say.

	She continued, "I feel your yearning. I empathize with you.
You like the girl inside your male body. I want to nurture her and
teach her. I also think that I can teach your maleness something of
love and appreciation for females, which you are probably just
beginning to experience."

	She was very serious and I still could not believe this was
all happening. I said to her, "The way I feel at this moment I would
like to be near you forever!"

	"Crystal, you WILL be near me forever. I share part of your
thought process and enjoy it! Come on girl, let's go upstairs again
and have some fun!"

	Marsha got up from the couch and took my hand gently pulling
me up. I had to slide sideways to get my legs under me in the tight
dress.

	After putting several logs on the fire, Chip had settled down
in his recliner and put some soft music on the stereo. He glanced up
at us two girls with smile and went back to sipping his scotch and
water.

	Leading the way she gracefully ascended the stairs and I half
stumbled up behind her, trying to keep my balance. She chuckled.

	"Pull your dress up just above your knees honey, then you can
climb easier."

	We went into her domain in the bathroom. She pulled a stool
out from under the vanity and motioned for me to sit down. When I was
comfortable, she produced a cloth sheet which she fastened around my
neck.

	"Tonight we will just have a little time to work with your
beautiful hair. I'll turn it under at the ends in a pageboy style
which should look beautiful."

	She turned on a box of hot rollers and chatted to me as if I
were the girlfriend that she had mentioned. She began to tell me about
herself; as she went I realized why I was so intrigued by her.

	Marsha was the only child from a wealthy family. Her father, a
stockbroker on the N.Y. exchange, and her mother were killed six years
earlier in a tragic car crash, by a drunken driver (who, of course
survived). Their considerable estate came to Marsha when she was
twenty-one and graduating from college. She and Chip were lovers and
had lived together during their college years. Both went to NYU and
she had taken fashion merchandising. They were married when they
graduated the next year and decided to start a family right away.

	When the children were school age, she planned to start her
own fashion business in the city. She would specialize in men's
fashions. She wanted to design as well as run the business. At the
moment she felt the kids were far more important and were her
immediate career.

	She spoke of her parents, especially her father in almost a
reverent way. She loved her father dearly. He had wanted a boy, but
never made her feel guilty about it. They were good friends and she
shared many of his interests. She especially liked working with him on
his antique cars and enjoyed going deer hunting with he and his
friends every fall in the Catskills. She loved to hunt deer and the
trophies that were in the den, which I always assumed were Chip's,
were actually hers! She went hunting until she was eighteen when,
during a drinking celebration of the hunt to follow the next day, one
of her dad's friends had made a pass at her, infuriating her father.

	She laughed as she told that story, since she had dumped the
guy on his ass and had told her father that she could fend for
herself. She had girl's interests also and he enjoyed sharing them
with her. He seemed to take special interest in shopping with her and
buying her pretty dresses and jewelry.

	Marsha finished with my hair. I had rollers all around and
almost as fast as she got them in she took them out. She took a brush
and began to work on fluffing the under-curl of the page boy. Her
touch on my skin was very light and `electrical'. Where her fingers
touched there was a feeling of slight shock slowly spreading out like
ripples when a rock was thrown in a pool. I had never felt so
wonderful or at ease. The constant sultry voice telling me her life
story was mesmerizing. I could not believe she was sharing all this
with me and asked, "Why are you doing this wonderful thing for me
Marsha?" Her answer was, "Because I know you like it honey, But let me
continue with my story."

	She continued. "If anyone could see my dad and I together,
they might think that the relationship was incestuous."

	After explaining what incestuous meant and telling me that it
was not the case with her and her dad, she went on with the story,
while combing my pretty hair.

	"When I was sixteen years old I was going horseback riding,
and was looking for a bridle in one of the tack rooms which my father
kept as a private area. The door was unlocked and I went in. The room
had tack on the walls, His gun cases, a desk, chair, reading light,
and several antique trunks. This room had always been locked and I was
curious.

	One of the trunks was unlocked and I lifted the lid. There
were several photo albums some print type magazines and books. I
opened one of the albums and it contained pictures of girls about my
age or a little older. I leafed through the album and there were poems
on flower print gilt edged parchment. It took me a few minutes to read
one of the poems and I realized that the handwriting was my father's.

	I carefully looked at the pictures again. A portrait and
several pictures of women I did not know at a party dressed in evening
gowns. All of a sudden I realized that the portrait was my dad. And
the woman in the pictures in a beautiful blue chiffon evening gown was
also my father. The strange thing is that I was not shocked but
embarrassed and guilty. I had obviously meddled in a very important
and secret part of his life.

	By then I was intensely curious. I decided to scan through
some of the books. The first was a text on sexual deviations. A page
had been folded over (the book was rather old), and on the paragraph
heading in bold print was the word TRANSVESTISM. Crystal, I won't even
tell you what the definition in the book said. All I knew was that the
description did not fit my father! I sat down at the desk and read as
much as I could possibly find in the trunk about my father's obvious
interest.

	I never got the chance to go back into that room again since
it was locked the next time I was in the barn. I found that this
interest was not at all unusual in Heterosexual males and was
relatively harmless and `incurable', whatever that means. Why would
anyone want to be cured from wearing whatever they wanted to?"

	Marsha finished with my hair and handed me a large hand
mirror. Taking my hand, she moved it behind my head and positioned it
so I could see the back in the vanity mirror.

	"How's that my pretty Crystal. You look ravishing honey!"

	Golly, I sure did. and I loved it.

	"Since you started right in the middle of elegance with that
Halston evening gown, I think that I will make you up for evening,"
she said. "Your eyes are just a little close set so we will make them
bigger and wider by darkening the outer borders. You don't need any
makeup since your skin is so good and you have practically no beard
yet."

	Marsha told me she was going to apply black mascara first then
work on the eyeshadow. She continued her story, while she worked on
the make-up and, with me feeling more and more like a confidant and
girlfriend. Her father sounded a lot like me.

	"I carefully felt mom out, trying to see if she knew anything
about this interest of dad's. Apparently she didn't, but I'll probably
never know for sure. I never approached dad about it but I wanted to
let him know that I knew, and I cared. From the literature I read, It
was obvious that he wanted to understand the subject better, and he
might feel guilty about it.

	"For his next birthday I bought several presents for him. I
bought him a yellow satin and lace bra with matching lace tap pants
and garter belt. Also I bought him some seamed tall silk, real silk!
honey, stockings to go with the garter belt. I gave him a big card
with a heart on it saying `Happy Birthday from your Daughter'. Inside
I included a message that said, ` I love you Dad. I accidently came
across your private world in the horse barn, and I'd like to say that
it is O.K. with me. You are the best dad a daughter could ever wish
for.' I pried out a broken pane in the tack room window and tossed the
daintily wrapped package onto his desk.

	The next day, when I came home from school, he was in the
study reading and I went in and said, `Hi Dad.' He looked up and
turned a little red in the face and, with a big smile, he winked at me
as he always did when we shared a secret! He mouthed the words, `Thank
You. I love you,' and pointed to his chest. I immediately recognized
that he was wearing the bra that I had given him.

	We never had any conversation or discussion further than that,
but every Birthday I found a way to give him something pretty for his
wardrobe. He kept his interest to himself until the day he died. I
have all those trunks now but have never intruded into his private
world. Perhaps Crystal, we can someday do that together since I have
never, ever told anyone about this. Not even Chip."

	Marsha had finished with the second coat of mascara and was
busily working on plucking my eyelids which she said she would not
make so thin as to attract attention. Although, she added, she did not
think anyone would notice even if they were thin. She told me that she
would thin them out over a period of time so no one would notice.

	OVER A PERIOD OF TIME? Could she possibly mean this pleasure
would go on beyond this evening??? What further pleasures could this
woman, now my girlfriend possibly have in store for me? She seemed to
be a bottomless pit of empathy and pleasure for me and Earl.

	Marsha said, "How about you and Carol? You two seem very good
together. Chip and I have been a little concerned about leaving you
alone while we are out, since we do not know how much you know about
sex and its consequences. We do know how we felt when we were your
age, and we were darn lucky my dad had discussed the birds and the
bees with me!"

	I was a little embarrassed by this question at first but I was
so relaxed and so much a confidant and girlfriend I had little
difficulty expressing my feelings to my new found `girlfriend'.

	"Well, Mrs. Williams," I began,

	The chair almost fell over with the force of her hand on my
back. She turned my head and looked me directly in the eyes.

	"I am Marsha. I am your girlfriend! Not your employer!"

	She then KISSED ME Full Upon The Lips. Her lipstick felt
wonderful and tasted wonderful! She broke away and apologized. "I'm
sorry honey but I love you in so many ways that you will come to
understand. I just want to be Marsha to you. Please call me Marsha
from now on." She pleaded almost like a little girl. My head was
swimming again. The kiss felt wonderful and it felt - Sexual - ????
Oh well, I never wanted this evening to end and it is just a fantasy
anyway. It had to be a dream.

	While she worked with three shades of gray and silver
eyeshadow, I began to tell her about Carol.

	"Carol and I love each other very much. We have discussed
marriage and having a family. But we both want to go to college before
we get married. Gosh does she turn me on though. I get a long way and
then think `this is wrong!' We make out a lot and have even done it
here."

	"Does she know about wonderful Crystal?"

	"No Marsha, I did not know the depths of my thoughts until you
took me in your arms tonight, so I really do not have anything to
tell. "

	"Well she needs to know, but let me have a relationship with
you and let's ease into both your femininity, and your masculinity. Do
not be alarmed by my attraction or attention to you. I am Chip's bride
and also my own person. What we do together will be your learning
process, my pleasure, and our love will not interfere, but add to your
relationship with Carol. I think she will benefit also. Our
relationship, Yours, Mine and Chip's will be our secret!"

	I continued to tell Marsha about Carol.

	"We find time to be in private. I have never seen her
undressed, and until I saw Chip's Playboy magazines in his drawer
tonight I have never seen that much of a woman before. Carol and I
have progressed over the last few months to exploring very personal
parts through our clothes. We also cuddle very closely and press tight
enough to come to an embarrassing conclusion.

	Carol likes to lie on the bed with me and kiss. She lets me
run my hand around the edges of her bra. I am thrilled to see her
breasts encased in her bra. I love the look of lace on her creamy
breasts. I think she likes me not to touch her nipples until after a
long time running my hands around the bottom and the fullness of her
tits. I think she knows that I like her lingerie.

	She lay down on the bed the other night. Oh Yes, I go over to
her house on the evenings that her parents play Bingo at the church.
Anyway, she lay back on the bed and let me pull her dress up above her
hips. We had been making out heavily and were both very excited. My
heart lept when I saw a slight dark and also moisture stained patch in
her panty girdle. I told her I really liked to look at her panty
girdle and stockings on the garters of the girdle. I asked if I could
take her stockings off and put one on my penis just to know that a
part of her clothing, which was very private, could be close to a part
which desired her so much.

	I gently removed her stockings and put one in my pocket.
Turning around, I slipped my pants down and slipped her stocking over
my penis, which, to say the least,, was enormous! I pulled my shorts
up again but left my pants down. I lay on top of her and kissed her. I
could feel the gentle roughness of the stocking on my penis which
caused an enormous ejaculation. At the same time she seemed to get
duck bumps all over her legs and arms and dissolved into a quivering
softness.

	I held her tightly while still laying on top of her our
private parts still pressing tightly together. I thought I was in
heaven! but I was also embarrassed by the stain on my shorts. and
tried to hide it from Carol. She did not seem to notice; she was just
lying there breathing heavily with her eves closed. I pulled my pants
back up before she noticed the very wet spot on my underpants. I
slowly and somewhat regretfully pulled her dress back down to her
knees but I noticed that her girdle was wet all over the crotch. Do
girls ejaculate like boys, Marsha?"

	Marsha had been working on my eyes and was almost done. She
had a dreamy look to her eyes and seemed to be in some far off place,
even though I knew she was listening.

	She said, "What?" and I could see she was running her hands
down her dress, more or less smoothing it in the front.

	"I'm sorry honey, What did you say?"

	I repeated the question.

	"Well, when we girls get excited, we `lubricate', our Vaginas
flow a mucous which helps men get their penis's into our bodies. Most
men like our flow and feel our vaginas to see if we are excited. Some
don't care in the least and you will find that it is quite painful,
Honey."

	She had ceased to see my boy side, and so had I. Crystal was
alive and very beautiful. Marsha turned the chair and allowed me to
see myself! I was truly young, feminine, and beautiful. It all
felt right.

	Marsha said, "You are truly beautiful Crystal, my young
girlfriend."

	I wrapped my arms around her waist, and held her tightly, so
wonderful and perfect she had made me feel.

	"I hope Chip is asleep, because I think he would want a piece
of your lovely ass! But I think you are mine tonight and not Chip's.
Come on you sexy thing!" she said, "Let's try on some jewelry and some
shoes!"

	Marsha and I went out into their bedroom and she rifled
through her jewelry box. When I walked I had a completely different
feeling. I was aware of my hips, my hands moved differently, my body
moved differently. It felt good and it felt natural. I noticed that it
did not go unnoticed by Marsha.

	She choose some diamond clip-on earrings, which she said had
belonged to her mother, for me to wear. They dangled down and tickled
my pageboy hair. It seemed as if I could feel every feminine thing at
once and my mind was almost on overload. I sat down daintily on the
bed and waited till Marsha had re-appeared with several pairs of shoes
of varying heel heights. She knelt down in front of me at the foot of
the bed and tried to slip them on. But curse of curses, none of them
fit my feet. I was disappointed and she was too.

	She said, "don't worry, my sweet! We will go shopping for you
very soon and get you some beautiful things of your own... "

	We both sat on the bed and then lay back looking at the
reflection in the mirror above our heads. Reflected were two
absolutely gorgeous women. Holding hands. Staring at each other in
sort of a dream like state. We almost seemed to be one with each
other. She, mature, beautiful and elegant, me, youthful pretty, and in
love with the illusion.

	After a time of just sitting there staring at each other, both
letting our own thoughts rest and not trying to invade each other,
Marsha slowly got up. She walked over to the dresser and said, "Oh my,
look at the time! It is nearly one in the morning. Crystal. I'm sorry
this has to come to an end tonight honey but your parents may be
worried."

	I never wanted it to come to and end but, if there were to be
any realty in the world, I guess I had to come back to the world. In
any case Marsha said that we could share other times together and I
now trusted her implicitly.

	She said, "Babydoll, Why don't you get changed and take a
shower to get the curls out of your hair and I will check on the kids
and then Chip. He's probably drunk and asleep by now."

	As much as I wanted to practice in my new role, I had to come
back down. Marsha went out the bedroom door as I was getting up from
the bed. My beautiful hair-do had to go but not without one last look
in the wall length mirror! God I felt good and Beautiful!! I walked
back and forth in front of the mirror admiring the sultry woman
reflected there. My walk had a feminine sway to it. I felt like a
woman and wished for what?... Well maybe I wished for another boy to
whistle at me or brush against me. I did not know? I liked all of it
and Marsha had given me this without my feeling any guilt.

	Reluctantly I made my way to the bathroom, glancing in the
mirror wistfully all the way. Waving goodbye to myself in the wall
mirror, I disappeared through the door. Getting out of everything was
far easier than getting in. Except I really did not want to get out
yet. I would just like to get one of those beautiful nightgowns and
cuddle with Marsha all night!

	I got all the clothes off but the makeup was still on my face
and my pageboy was still there as I stared in the mirror. The Boy/Man
did not look at all bad. I scanned from my feminine face down to my
flat masculine tummy and hairless body. My penis was flaccid and
comfortable hanging between my legs... `He was very pleased' and was a
beautiful part of my anatomy. Why couldn't an appearance like what I
was seeing in the mirror right now be acceptable. It was a pleasant
blend of masculine and feminine and looked natural and attractive to
my mind.

	I moved over to the shower stall and turned on the water.
adjusted it to `warm' and stepped somewhat daintily into the stall.
The water poured over me. I did not realize how tired and how
pleasurably strained I was, first with the win today then with the
alternate tension, worry, relief, and pleasure. I let the water flow
over my hair and face.

	I almost jumped out of my skin at the touch on my shoulder.
There was Marsha standing in the rear of the shower with me. I did not
know what to think or do! She was beautiful. I stared at her body
naked except for white silken tap-pants now plastered to her feminine
form by the water.

	I was transfixed by her beauty. My eyes wandered from her
beautiful breasts which I had never seen. My hand reached out and
lightly grazed the rounded side of her breast and hesitated as if
paralyzed... My eyes wandered down to her belly so rounded and
feminine. The white silken panties were plastered to her leaving a
fascinating triangle of darkness and mystery in my mind. Her legs were
smooth and feminine and were a flowing part of her loveliness which I
had never been able to see, under her clothes, but just imagine.

	My eyes traveled up again taking in this fascinating beauty.
My maleness was alive and awake my masculinity was rising and getting
more powerful and lustful. My watery eyes met hers, the shower pouring
over her beautiful hair and beading in rivulets down her face. She was
doing it again, she was reading my mind. She was soaking up my
pleasure for herself. I hesitated, not really knowing what to do.

	I said, "What about Ch... " She put her hand over my lips in a
very feminine gesture. She put her arms around my shoulders and slowly
drew me closer. Her breasts rested on mine and caused a delicious
feeling. Her dark mound pushed up tightly against my powerful and
rampantly desiring sex.

	She bit my earlobe and whispered in a very husky animalistic
voice "I love you Crystal/Earl. Chip and Carol have nothing to do with
this pleasure we will share now and in the future."

	Her hand ran electrically along the tight muscles over the
side of my body. She took the head of my `man' between her thumb and
forefinger and squeezed firmly but not painfully. `He' relaxed
slightly. She took the pink bar of perfumed soap and lathered up all
around him, and between my thighs. She then stepped back and ran the
bar over her silken panties. And between her legs. Putting the bar
aside she took my maleness in her hand and slipped him into the folds
of her panties, between the triangle formed by her tightly held
thighs.

	He was as near to heaven as I guess a mortal is allowed.
Squeezing her legs together and swaying her hips slightly front to
back brought a very slippery feeling resulting in the most pleasurably
violent ejaculation possible to experience. The large amount of semen,
the soap and the silk panties continued to undulate and slip back and
forth for what seemed to be an eternity. I had collapsed moaning in a
low animal voice against her shoulder. She was making noises like a
cat, a cross between a low moan and a cry. And biting my earlobe. She
wanted more and I could feel it but my energy was spent.

	She turned off the shower and her beautiful form stepped out
holding my hand and pulling me out. She faced me holding me tightly
and pressing me up against her wet body.

	"It's my turn my sweet male/female animal."

	She got a big fuzzy towel and dried me all over in soft fluid
motions. I was fascinated again by her near naked body moving up and
down and around me. She handed me the towel and let me do the same for
her... She slipped out of the tap-pants not facing me or giving me a
view of the `feminine'. She pointed to the pile of clothes I had
removed and said, "Give me the panties you were wearing tonight."

	Slipping them on, she again rose. I was standing behind her,
she slightly smaller and in front of me. We stared at each other in
the mirror for a brief moment. I had the dark eyeshadow all around my
eyes and looked to my mind what a prostitute might look like. My
lipstick was smeared around my mouth and below my somewhat feminine
visage stood a rather striking male body.

	My penis was semi erect and gaining momentum again just from
seeing Marsha in front of me in the mirror. She took both my hands
and wrapped them around her belly. She slowly moved them up to the
side of her breasts. Letting them go they made little circles around
the fullness of her tits. She closed her eyes and groaned quietly. She
said, `Take my nipples in your fingers and roll them. Make them hurt a
little."

	I followed her instructions and felt myself getting harder and
harder. He was again dangling, this time loosely between her legs. She
reached behind her and took him in her hand and slipped him over the
waistband of her panties and between the tight folds of her feminine
buttocks. She took my left hand in hers, her head leaning back on my
shoulder, and placed it on the front of her woman on the outside of
her panties. She moved my hand up and down and I could feel the
outline of her woman's lips. underneath the nylon was wet and
dripping...

	Groaning she took my hand and put it inside of the front of
the waistband of her panties. There was a warm moist flow emitting
from the soft mound of hair I felt there.

	She said, "Do my nipples harder and put your finger here."

	She guided my ring finger into the top of her femininity and a
wondrously large penis like object met my finger. I moved my finger
ever so slightly downward into the flow of her vagina and she
collapsed in my arms, hanging almost limply, groaning and moving her
hips forward and back against my hand. Goosepimples arose in waves all
over her back and her nipple was a hard knot in my fingers. My prick
was fully erect and the friction of her buttocks and the nylon on my
sensitive spot caused another shattering explosion. I could feel the
semen pouring out of me in spurts into the crotch of her panties.

	We slowly slithered down to our knees on the floor. She slowly
turned, pulling my again spent penis out of its fantasy house. Her
eyes were closed. and she had an impish grin on her face. I sat girl
style as did she, holding both our hands together, waiting for our
energies to return.

	We stared at each other in pleasurable silence for what seemed
like hours. She stood up and pulled me up from my seat. She slipped
the beautiful black panties off, daintily stepping out of them, facing
me and showing her femininity to me for he first time. The area was
beautiful, a tangled mass of black hair. Her love juices and my love
juice mingling in her hair.

	For the first time I did something voluntarily. I bent over
and slid down and gently kissed the hair and slightly parted flavorful
lips of her vagina. She pulled me up and offered the panties she had
worn to me.

	She said, "Here, these panties that you like so much and have
worn all evening are yours. My present to you for the memorable
evening we have had and the many more we will have in the future. This
is one of the most erotic, memorable evenings I have ever had with the
exception of birthing my babies and making love to Chip."

	I took the panties, which were saturated with our love juices
and oh! so beautiful, a shared item of pleasure, and slid them up my
legs and soaked my penis and crotch with the now cool fluids. I
followed my new girlfriend out into the bedroom and reluctantly got
dressed in my male clothes.

	Chip was passed out on the couch and the fire had dwindled.
Marsha slipped the keys out of his pocket, and, dressed only in the
housecoat she threw on, drove me home in knowing silence. She must
have been cold but if the fire inside me was the same as hers, we were
both very warm. The cool moist panties caressed me all the way home. I
did not take them off till the next morning.