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{ASSM} New TG: A Real Girl 2/2 by Vickie Tern M/M M/F femdom
Not of legal age? Then don't even ask! Go back to pretending
you're a lean-legged computer game girl in skimpy tights who zaps
Martian monsters! Your time will come!
A Real Girl 2/2
By Vickie Tern
"All right. What time will they be coming over?"
"Less than an hour. Show me what you mean to wear for Bill
tonight. Oh, no, not that, it's so frumpy! A sleeveless satin
shift, this one! Glamorous but modest. Yes. That's better."
"It doesn't really matter, Beth. We get undressed almost as soon
as we see each other and you two leave the house."
"But the way you look when you first see each other, that's where
attraction lies. And romance. And affection. If you want him to
be gentle with you, you need to be delicate for him. A fragile
flower, honey. Then when you undress that impression remains, the
same way your perfume lingers. If it's done right."
"Oh? Is that why you're planning to wear that stretch black
scoop-neck micro-mini? The lycra with beaded appliques?"
"You've learned well, sweetheart. I'm so proud of you! You
remember everything I've taught you about women's clothes. In a
word, yes. A beaded black dress is formal enough to tell a man I'm
someone to reckon with, and this one is short and tight and
revealing enough to tell him it's worth trying."
"What man, Beth?"
"No one in particular. That's a first impression I like to make
with any man. All my better dresses say that to all my men, when
they meet me for the first time. And the impression remains
afterward, even when I'm naked. That's why they stay passionate
but also, well, respectful!"
"All your men?! You're putting that dress on now and intend to
take it off later? So other men can see you and get passionate?!"
"I've just said so. Let's not dwell on it. No more now, I mean
it!"
"I ... I ... Beth! All right!"
"Good! That's my Heather! Oh dear! Honey, do you have a dark
rose lipstick with matching blush I can borrow? This one has much
too much scarlet."
"Yes. Here."
"Thank you, sweetie."
"So tell me where you two have been taking Bill and me for the past
five months? Where have we been going?"
"Two different places leading to the same place. I can tell you
now, because if Bill's gone gay you'll never arrive there anyhow.
Nor will you want to. Oh, for God's sake, Heather, not those!
Wear your 'fuck-me' pumps, the strappy ones with the five-inch
stilettos, those open-toes we bought in Bon-Ton's."
"They hurt my feet, Beth."
"So? What difference does that make? You said it yourself, you'll
probably kick them off as soon as we leave you and Bill alone. But
you'll be glad you wore them and he saw them, afterward. As for
hurt, everything comes with a price. I guess you never learned
what every girl learns in high school, that if you can make a man
desire you, if you can arouse him, you can make him do anything!
That's what all our frillies are for! There's a power exchange.
If you can tease him and then hold back, he always knows who's
really in charge. And that's worth a little discomfort! Bill will
get off on those shoes long before you take them off. Besides,
haven't you found out yet, open toes feel nicer when you want a man
to lick your feet! Can I borrow that hair curler wand after you,
please, love, I need just a touch. Oh, I never noticed! Is your
hair lighter in shade than it was? And didn't it hug your chin the
last time I looked?"
"Yes. Mr. Eleanor thought this shade and style would be more
becoming, and I do say, I have to agree with him. I love it like
this!"
"It's very attractive. You know, Heather, you've gotten to be
quite beautiful in some ways, living as a woman the way you do.
Quite feminine! Very different from that man I once knew who
imagined he could become a woman just by putting on a dress.
"Maybe. Ahh, Beth, don't you think a bead necklace might go better
with that dress? That gold chain doesn't pick up on anything."
"You're right. Thank you, honey."
"We've never done anything like this before, have we, Beth? It's
nice."
"Just talked together as two women preparing for their dates? No,
we haven't. It's very nice. And you know something, that's where
I think we should be going now. I had a very different future in
mind for you and Bill. But it seems Bill's started collecting
other men's cocks the way he used to collect other women's pussies.
You're supposed to be special to him, but it seems that now you're
just one more guy he uses to spread his ass and fill his guts and
then return the favor!"
"You mean 'to spread his pussy'?"
"No, his ass. His asshole. The best part of him. He isn't a
woman like you and me, baby doll. He doesn't have our kinds of
openings for entertaining men, and probably doesn't want them."
"Oh. So what was it you had in mind for us? And even if Bill has
gone gay, how does that affect me? Who else would sleep with me
now?"
"Oh, lots! Trans-fags, Trans-hags, straight men, bent women! Even
me maybe, some time, Heather honey. I haven't given up on you
altogether! Not the way you're turning out!"
"Thank you. That means a lot to me, Beth. But what were you and
Christine planning?"
"Well, what did we plan for Bill, first of all? That's easier to
answer. Christine doesn't want him. He married her for her
father's money, and he squandered a lot before she took charge and
built the fortune up again, and from the beginning he's been no
more faithful to her than a politician to his promises. He's a
shit! On the other hand, well, you know, you've seen it yourself
-- he has great natural endowments, a tremendous cock and
incredible staying power, more than most men. A great lay, but
he's a lousy lover. An inconsiderate boor. In bed and out of bed.
So Christine's been setting up to settle some money on you and then
to divorce Bill!"
"What?! Why me?"
"Wait, we're not talking about you yet!"
"All right. But why doesn't she just divorce him now and get it
over with?"
"Because she's my friend. She's been waiting for me to give the
word. We've been setting Bill up for a divorce and a remarriage.
First make him aware of his limits, put him into a relationship
he'd find humiliating if anyone knew, so he'll never talk about it,
keep him drained, get him enough dependent so that after a while he
can't leave. Make him into a good husband for just the right girl.
Not for Christine, she's had it with him. For you."
"For me!"
"Sweetheart, don't sound so shocked! Yes, you. Bill was going to
be our wedding present to you! Along with enough of a dowry to
give you a little independence without your having to work. Unless
you wanted to.
"Bill? A wedding? Me? I can't marry Bill! I'm a man!"
"Oh? Sitting there wearing satin and stroking mascara on your
eyes? Telling me all about your orgasms with Bill's prick in you?
Is that liquid eye liner you use, baby? You must show me how you
put it on so neatly without making a mess!"
"Well, all right, maybe I don't look or feel like a man any more,
but that's what my body is. And my legal status. And my marital
status."
"Oh, all those things can be changed. It's already happening. In
fact last Sunday when I saw that you were wetting your panties in
anticipation of Bill's visit, I saw you were ready for the next
step, and I made an appointment for you with my endocrinologist.
She has lots of transsexual patients. She thinks that with the
pills you've already been taking we can change your body over
altogether in only another six months. Breasts, hips, a softer
face -- though it's always been gentle, and it's already become a
very sweet face. Maybe a prettier tush, too, though I already like
it, and obviously our new gay friend Bill likes it. And you
already have great legs -- that's why those strappy heels look so
sensational. You're already a doll!"
"Beth, I'm not equipped. We're always calling my anus a pussy, and
I guess Bill does use it that way, and it does feel good when he
uses it that way. And I use his that way too nowadays, because he
wants me to, and it does remind me of the old days when I was a
man. But it isn't a vagina. That's why it's so sore all the time.
It wasn't made to be used this way so often!"
"My endo tells me that's no problem. When you finally feel in your
heart of hearts that you'd rather grasp with your crotch than poke
into one, that it's better to feel filled than surrounded, there
are doctors who can remake what's down there into a proper vagina.
An opening that's good for life, that improves with use, and that
feels just wonderful, better than anything you've ever felt. A
proper vagina you can use in all sorts of improper ways! Bill was
going to be our wedding present to you, and a real pussy between
your legs, a tailor-made cunt, was going to be our wedding present
to Bill."
"Beth! Beth ... I just don't know what to say."
"That's good. Don't start to cry, you'll ruin your mascara.
Honey, I hear very clearly what it is you're not saying. You
aren't saying yet again that you're a transvestite not a
transsexual, and transvestites don't have vaginas and don't have
sex with men, that they aren't gay. That's the message you've
repeated to me whenever Christine brings Bill over. But we've been
talking now, haven't we? I think you know now that whatever it is
transvestites don't do, you do it. Maybe you didn't want to at
first, but now you do, and you love doing it! Wouldn't you want to
do it for the rest of your life?"
"With Bill?"
"Well, sweetheart, that's where there's a change of plan I think.
We thought you'd be just right for Bill. You're compliant, and
you're loyal, and you do try to satisfy him, and if he went
sniffing after other women now and then you'd understand and not
mind too much. And Bill would be just right for you too, now that
you know how his cock feels inside you, now that you know how to
appreciate him fully. We were saving the best for last, to teach
you how to control him with the combined power of your purse and
your pussy."
"Suppose I'd refused?"
"That's the whole plot, sweetie! When we'd finished, you'd never
have refused! Refuse to be a bride? A girl like you? All that
white satin, and tulle, and all those flowers and veils? You'd be
entranced by the idea, the happiest bride in the world! Don't tell
me that one time or another you haven't imagined yourself gliding
down an aisle looking gorgeous, Mr. Right standing there at the
altar waiting for you? Every girl wants that! And you and Bill
would feel you were made for each other! Because you would be.
That's how we were remaking you!"
"I've pictured myself a bride, yes. Back when I could imagine
myself anything because I didn't think I'd ever be anything."
"I knew it, baby. But now look at what's happened. A whole new
factor's been added. It seems that Bill's relationship with you
has uncorked his own latent homosexuality. He's discovered that
he's gay. That he'd rather take on men than women. That it's the
man in you he enjoys fucking, not the woman I've been cultivating,
the woman who's blossoming out so much nicer than the man she
replaced. And it's the man he wants to feel fucking him. On your
honeymoon, I'll bet anything he'd ask you to stop looking and
dressing like the woman you want to be and become more of a man
again. Become Heath all over again. But after the hormones and
the surgery, you couldn't. And living even the way you live now,
you wouldn't want to. Am I wrong? So he'd go off looking for
other men. He's already found them! For all we know his asshole
already handles more traffic than O'Hare Airport!"
"Beth, aren't you being a little unfair?"
"Check out his instincts. Is he behaving the way most men like to
behave with women? Ask yourself, does he ever seem to appreciate
your femininity? Bring you flowers? Compliment you? Notice what
you're wearing? Notice if you've changed your perfume? Over and
over the nights you're together, isn't it simply 'Wham, Bam, thank
you, ma'am' into your rear, preceded by you in his?
"Beth, you did say it yourself, he's always been a boor. That's
why you chose him for me. You wanted to punish me with him!"
"That's partially right. At first. But then we really did hope to
improve you with each other. So Bill would learn to be more
considerate, more refined with women, and you would learn to be
more feminine, more sexually gratified by men. By this man
anyhow."
"I don't say I don't like Bill's fucking me now, finally, Beth. In
fact I love Bill fucking me! But ...."
"Heather, let me be as direct as I can be. Girls as close as we
are right now can let our hair down. When I caught you wearing my
dress in front of that mirror that time I could see two people. I
saw my husband, never very passionate, never very much anything
except at that moment ashamed to be caught with his minuscule
manhood compromised. I saw a compulsive transvestite humiliated by
his own desires, a shamed sissy. A wimp! But I also saw the woman
he felt he could be but lacked the courage to become, fragile,
vulnerable, proud but fearful at that moment that everything she
cared about was about to disappear. I saw my wonderful
girlfriend-to-be. I saw you. I saw that you would never realize
who you were and accept yourself for what you could be until you
began to live as yourself full time. And enjoy all the
gratifications. Including sex with men, one of the glories of
being a woman. I thought Bill could be that man for you. But now
it seems there's a reason why Bill's been an inconsiderate boor
where women are concerned, and maybe also why he's been such a
compulsive womanizer. He's been a gay man who's never acknowledged
his own desires. A queer in denial! It's ironic that while making
you into a real woman, the three of us have liberated him to become
himself!"
"You don't think there's anything I can salvage in my relationship
with Bill, Beth? He does have that beautiful cock! Maybe I'm also
gay?"
"Heather, Bill enjoys sex with men because he's a gay man. You
enjoy sex with men because you're a straight woman. In fact you
never should have married me."
"I can't regret being married to you."
"Heath married me. Did Heath ever really desire me, impetuously,
ardently, passionately, the way Bill desires any wet, warm place
whatever where he can park his penis? I see you're silent. We
both know the answer to that one. All right, a more difficult
question. Does Heather recall any moments while Bill was screwing
her when her whole body and mind went into ecstatic spasms, and she
just wanted to fuck and be fucked senseless?"
"Yes. Just talking about it, I'm getting impatient for Bill to
arrive. My pussy feels sore, but it also feels well ... eager! Do
I look all right now, Beth, do you think? Will he like this new
hairdo?"
"Yes, honey, you look luscious. Any man who gets between your legs
tonight will have to believe he's died and gone to heaven. Even
Bill. And apparently he doesn't like girls, not any more. But I
see that now you're looking forward to Bill the way I'm looking
forward to my own date."
"Your date? With Christine"?
"Oh, Heather, you're so very sweet! No, with Kevin and Chandler
and what's-his-name, we just met him Sunday at that bar where we
pick up guys from time to time, oh yes, Mitch!"
"You meet men on these dates you have with Christine?"
"Of course, baby! Christine and I are old, old friends. We don't
make dates with each other. We make double-dates. Or triple,
sometimes, if we really want to fill ourselves full of love juice
and memories. 'Triple" meaning two of our kind and three of
theirs. That's what's arranged for tonight. That's why we won't
get home much before dawn."
"I'm shocked! You? My wife? You've done this before, Beth?"
"Recently, about as often as you've been fucking Bill. Heath,
though you don't in any way resemble Heath at the moment, since
this is apparently news to you, let me ask and answer the next
questions. 'Do you have sex with them?' 'Yes, we have everything
imaginable with them, and some things you've never imagined!'
'Often?' 'As often as we can. We're out all the while you're
fucking Bill, but we don't manage to score every time. Not score
spectacularly, anyhow.' 'Are they...better than I am?' 'Heath,
falling asleep drunk at the bar and being awakened at closing time
is better than you are!' 'But why?' 'You know why. To feel that
satiny pressure slipping in and out of you, pushing into your
deepest pleasure spot, and feeling it build, the tension and the
delight mounting, until finally you're out of control and rotating
and heaving, and finally you go into convulsions of pure joy. Then
when you open your eyes, there are those kind eyes looking into
yours, and strong hands appreciating your body everywhere, and
....' I'm getting wet from this, Heather. A girl should start her
evening in dry panties at least. I'd better change."
"I should too. I never knew those things before you brought Bill
to me. It is wonderful, isn't it! Of course you couldn't do
without it after you decided to give up on Heath!"
"That's right. I'm sorry I didn't tell you before. But it would
have humiliated you. Men get so jealous of other men! It was
kinder for you not to know."
"I can understand how you feel about the men you sleep with. I've
felt the same. Except that Bill's eyes are never kind, only dull."
"Poor baby. I wanted the best for you. The best available."
"Does Bill know about this?"
"Christine never tells Bill anything. But Bill would come home
drained from his sessions with you, all semen spent, so Christine
always thought it was only fair to offer him refills. He had to
drink up everything she'd brought home in her pussy, direct from
the source. That could take hours, licking and sucking all the
jism she'd accumulate in there. Sometimes she'd take home filled
condoms and make him empty them, no questions asked. Which he did,
because if he hadn't he'd have been out on his ass, and he knew it.
The very ass other men including you are now using as a highway!"
"Could that be how he refined his taste for cock sucking?"
"You know, you could be right! Mainly it was your cock, to
maintain a credit balance in his cum for cum account. But maybe
those condoms made him a connoisseur!"
"Why do we assume that Bill wasn't bisexual to begin with? Or even
a gay with a perversion, a lust for women?"
"We don't. We can't. You know, Heather, you're smarter than I
gave you credit for!'"
"Thank you. I do know something about men's sexuality, you know.
How it feels, the view from both sides of the groin."
"Of course. You know, Heather, this is really the most wonderful
conversation about men I've ever had! Two girlfriends preparing
for their dates, sharing their beauty secrets and their hearts. I
treasure this, Heather, I really do."
"Please, Beth, you really will ruin my eye make-up."
"I love you."
"And I love you. More dearly than ever. But do go on with your
Q&A before I melt into a puddle!"
"All right, darling. 'Were you unfaithful to your husband Heath
from the beginning?' 'No, not during the first month we were
married. Then I decided he just didn't have it and never would,
but he was so sweet I couldn't ever divorce him, so I started in
with the neighbors, and when they ran thin during summer vacations
I began to cruise singles bars, the way I still do.' 'Did you ever
suspect he had a feminine side to him?''Are you kidding? From the
moment we met! I knew he had to be dressing in women's clothes,
because he had such exquisite taste whenever I asked him about my
own outfits. And whenever he watched me getting dressed, he had
such yearning in his face, and I soon realized it wasn't for me!'
'So when did you decide he'd make a better girlfriend than a
husband?' 'When I started fucking other men on the sly, and
wondered what to do with him. I let him prance around and wear my
clothes in supposed secret for quite a few years before I got the
ball rolling one day, came home, and "discovered" him in front of
my mirror wearing one of my dresses. A red silk I'd bought years
earlier, one that was always too large for me.''Then why did you
buy it?' 'Because I thought he'd look cute in it when he found it.
That he'd think so too. And that once I trapped him while wearing
it, I'd have no problem shaming him into becoming the woman she
ought to be but was afraid to become. The woman I really do want
to live with for the rest of my life. In fact the woman I want to
triple date with right now, this very evening.'"
"Triple date? With me?"
"Yes, my darling Heather. I think I know now that's what it's all
really been about. I schemed with Christine to make you as happy
as you could be by salvaging her husband for you. But that scheme
has failed! So now, why don't you join us? They're really
terrific guys! Yours, this new one Mitch, he doesn't really know
us at all yet. If you keep him dazzled he'll never notice that
your tits are still small. And if you don't feel like going down
on him, I bet he'd stand respectfully and wait his turn to get
blown while you're busy reading novels and peeling grapes. He
seems to be that kind of guy. Put him in your pussy and he's yours
for life! He'll snuggle into you and caresse your nipples and
never want to leave. You'll have to charge him rent! Please come!
Join us!"
"You know something, Beth?"
"What, hon!"
"I thought you'd never ask!"
"You knew?"
"I figured. You and Christine wanted me and Bill to keep each
other busy while you two went out to enjoy the good things in life.
To keep us distracted so we wouldn't find out how hot and slutty
you like your sex. To implicate us so we couldn't complain if we
did find out. And early on you realized that if Bill and I married
each other, you'd be rid of us, and then we'd all get what we each
most want, or what you thought we most wanted, or close enough.
For me, a woman's life, including her sex life, and all the
fixings. For Bill, a respectable wife he could fuck nearly to
death whenever he wasn't cheating on her, and no complaints. For
yourselves, no-fault, no-guilt divorces and the freedom to fuck
your hearts out with any man you judged well-enough hung."
"You're the cleverest girlfriend I'll ever have, Heather! But Bill
was your share of the good things. Not his mind or personality, no
way, but surely you've learned how to appreciate his body! When we
left the house, you two never did come after us, did you? But now
I can tell you that there are lots of better men out there. The
three we're dating tonight for openers."
"If we're going dancing, I really should change out of these
stilettos, Beth. They really are "fuck me" pumps, for show and not
much more."
"Oh no, sweetheart! Girl of my dreams! Much more! Until you get
a full-scale cunt of your own, that's where your men are going to
have to lick you to prove their sincerity. Mitch will be soaking
those toes with his tongue before the night is out, I guarantee it.
For that matter, since your pussy is still feeling sore, if his
tongue is up to the task I'll bet you can persuade him to lick that
part too! The wonderful thing about men is that when they're horny
they'll do anything! Anything! You'll love them! You already do!
So you'll come with us?"
"Yes. I'd like that. It sounds like fun. A lot more fun than
getting slam-dunked again and again by Bill. But what about Bill?
He and Christine are on their way here right now? He expects to
spend the night with me. And Christine wants him drained. I've
never stood him up before, not that way! What should we do about
him?"
"Nothing. Leave him here until we get back. Later maybe we can
take him with us, if it's true that now he likes to have fun with
men the way we do. Though if what you tell me is true, he'll
probably want rougher trade. Is it true, Heather? That you've
been screwing him as well as vice versa, and that his asshole is
loose from misuse by others, and that he gets off on gay magazines?
That he's gay? I know you want me to think he's gay because then
I'll stop pushing the two of you together. You *are* clever,
Heather, and I don't want to underestimate you ever again! No,
don't tell me. Whatever Bill is, tonight we'll just let him sit
here and slowly figure out how to satisfy himself by himself. Gay
or straight, he'll never find himself in better hands."
End
(c) 2000 by Vickie Tern. May be archived freely in free archives.
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