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New TG: Cute, 8/10 by Vickie Tern M/F m/F M/m F/F etc. Femdom too.
The sex in this story is sometimes heavy and explicit, though not
cruel, so you may not wish to read it. If you shouldn't
read it because you're underaged or overly judgemental, don't.
All comments welcome: VickieTern@AOL.COM
(c) 2000 by Vickie Tern. May be freely reposted, but only on
free archives.
viii.
There was an unexpected opening in the Gender Clinic's surgical
schedule for only a week from now, and Janet managed to secure it
for us. So there was very little time left to reinforce Laurie's
new resolve. With his commitment to become the woman he'd been
enacting, our relationship had to enter a new phase.
It seemed important for him to feel that he was a woman in his own
right, apart from me. We'd committed to each other as man and
wife. But as Laurie changed his sex our commitments would
necessarily change too. I wanted us to remain close -- I'd never
want to give up my dearest darling, and I'd told him so repeatedly
because I felt it deeply.. But what would we now become? Woman
and wife? Each other's wives? Woman and woman? Each other's
girlfriends? I didn't know how we'd evolve.
I did know that whatever we did, from now on my precious Laurie
would have to decide everything as a woman, not as a man. And for
all his months of sex with me and all our sociable times with other
women, for all his lunches with the other girls in his office and
for all that crucial transformative night with Carla and her men,
getting royally fucked, for all these things, his experience as a
woman remained limited. He hadn't had a girlhood, after all. Nor
had he passed through the adolescent experiences we'd all had as
girls, anticipating womanhood and sharing it as it came, and
occasionally enjoying the society of boys who were becoming men,
and sharing that with each other too. His womanhood was still
something he acted out. It needed depth and variety.
He'd enjoyed his discovery that women everywhere are a community.
He felt privileged to think of himself as one of us and to share in
the chat and the gossip, in our appreciation of each other's
feminine accomplishments -- whether of hairstyles, costumes,
careers, or concerns with men. Above all our concern for each
other's feelings! That was what had first attracted him toward his
new intended gender. He needed to bond now with other women in new
ways. We needed some all girls' nights with other women. So the
next night I suggested that we go dancing, just the two of us, the
way we used to. But since we were both now to all appearances
women, we would need a place like Lesbos, the Dance Club our
waitress had recommended at lunch that first day out together. He
agreed. So readily that I suspected I was right, he still wasn't
sure of himself, that he needed other women to help him.
Well, Katie, he found lots of them there! We decided we'd share
the adventure, so I went femme, just like Laurie. We both wore our
mini sheaths, his a lipstick red, mine royal blue, and we were both
knockouts! I'd been to Lesbian hangouts before, but Laurie hadn't,
and his eyes widened as we entered.
"Here we can feel free to be what we are," I told him.
"I guess," he said. He still had no idea what he was, the dear!
There were gorgeously dressed women in long, beaded gowns and there
were leather dykes, girls in minis like ours and butches in shirts
and jeans, sweet young things and mean-looking ones. Women talking
animatedly or sitting together in silence, with arms around each
other's waists or holding hands, or just sitting, enjoying each
other's presence. On a small dance floor, women in intimate
embrace were swaying or writhing, and a moment later as a fast
number began, they were dancing apart delightedly and showing each
other all their moves with their hips, breasts, heads, and knees,
entrancing each other! Up on a platform, a tall lone girl in a
sequinned mini moved exaggeratedly to the music, on exhibition but
absorbed in herself, enjoying her own body.
We went to the bar and ordered. The bartender was a friendly,
short-haired young woman in jeans and a man's shirt. "From out of
town, girls? I haven't seen you here before. Welcome to our home
away from home!"
"No, we're local, but ... opening ourselves to new things.
Especially my friend here. How is this a 'home away from home'?"
"Mainly I guess because people feel comfortable here. But also
because there are women here who can't let it show anywhere but
here. How they feel about other women, I mean. You know, pillars
of the community, schoolteachers, wives whose husbands haven't got
a clue. 'Your huddled masses yearning to be free.' isn't that what
the Big Lady says? That's who a lot of us are. You too?"
"We're both married," I tell her. "Are there any others here like
us, I mean who don't already have attachments to each other?"
"Married women? Lots! You two aren't attached?"
"We are but we aren't."
"Gotcha! Well, girls, you have lucked out, this is 'Swap Night'!
On Wednesdays there's a rule, you can't dance with anyone you came
with. That means ask anyone else. Couples come here to do just
that. It also means lots of women don't go home with whoever they
came with either. Or if they can't go home with a partner, there's
a very nice women's hotel across the street I can recommend. We
close at two, but the partying there lasts past dawn!"
We found a booth and almost immediately a woman with high, coiffed
hair came over. "My lovebirds!" she cried out, delighted. "I've
been looking for you! Remember me? Jill?""
"I do," Laurie piped up. "We ate your salads to avoid eating the
chef's cooking!"
She was delighted that we remembered, and she sat down, and we told
her our names, and we chatted. "You're looking different," she
told Laurie. "Less angular. Softer. Prettier. You must be doing
something right!"
"Thank you!" said Laurie. "I think I am." He smiled at her. I
felt so good about him at that moment!
"Want to dance?" she asked.
The two of them were soon plastered against each other in a slow
dance, and Laurie's face was getting dreamy. Was he reverting to
male desire for her? No, I saw that Jill had her long fingers
crushed between both of their breasts -- she was fondling Laurie's
nipples and Laurie was getting hot! Of course!
I found a lovely young girl barely out of her teens, asked her to
dance, and soon found that her regular partner was out of town, so
she was free to play. That was their understanding. Perfect. Her
name was Tina.
I told her all about Laurie. She looked over disbelievingly, but
then she was intrigued. "She used to be a man? That's amazing!
Why would she ever want to change her sex? I love being me!"
"For love," I told her. "There was a time when he did it to cheer
me up -- I had a problem and he wanted to distract me. Then he got
fascinated by it. The sensations, the novelty, the role-playing.
Now I've gotten him to feel he's so much like us, with the same
feelings we have, that now he should commit to it for the rest of
his life. Get himself a cunt. I've made the arrangements for that
too. I'd like him to feel that there are compensations for what
he's about to leave behind. Will you help?"
"If it's pleasant. I'm not into pain, or things like that. What
do you have in mind?"
I told her. She was intrigued. Then as she danced with Laurie I
took Jill in my arms and explained the same plot to her.
"She has a penis? Laurie? I don't want anything to do with those
things!"
"It hasn't functioned for months, except to feel good," I told her.
"And after next week it'll be inside out inside him, and that will
be that, and his new life will begin. He's already begun with men.
Now I want to give him something else. Other women. He knows only
me and one other woman, a dominant who's been helping me with his
conversion. He needs to know that he'll belong to all of us. That
we're all sisters. Even more important, I want him to know that I
belong to other people too. It's time he thought of that, but I'm
sure he hasn't!"
"Oho!" Jill said with a faint smile and an upraised eyebrow.
"Have you any specific other people in mind?"
I smiled and kissed her. Right there on the dance floor. Not on
the cheek, on the lips. As we continued to move to the music, we
each took the other's heads into our two hands, and we each turned
the other's face up to be kissed. And held the kiss, continuing to
dance. They were so soft, Jill's lips. I'd almost forgotten what
it was like to kiss a woman! Really, not since college! My pretty
Laurie was still somehow a man in my mind, and would be for another
week, until we none of us had any choice in the matter at all and
he'd became all the woman he could be.
Jill got as short of breath as I did, as we nibbled on each other,
and soon we were pressing each others' crotches as close as we
could. "Mmmmmmm!" was all she said. I glanced over, and I saw
that Laurie was wide-eyed, staring at us in shock. Tina was
looking at us too, with a sweet smile, amused by Laurie's reaction.
I danced over.
"I'm ready," I said. "Shall we find some privacy somewhere else?"
"I thought you'd never ask," Tina replied. Then while Laurie was
still staring at me speechless, astonished, she kissed him square
on the mouth. "C'mon, lover," she said to him. "Let's go get it
on!" I smiled at him immediately, encouragingly, while he watched.
Then looked at Tina. The poor darling was baffled. His own wife
was setting up adulterous couplings for both of them, infidelities.
But as he'd wondered earlier, were they adulterous if they weren't
with the opposite sex? Was he the same sex as Tina?
Twenty minutes later we were two couples in one large, delightful
hotel room furnished much like a living room, with two overstuffed,
bed-sized sofas, and ten minutes after that we'd sipped the last of
the management's welcoming gift of a bottle of champagne. I
thought I should set the example.
"Laurie," I said. "I'm going to be busy now for a while. Jill and
I have some lovely things we want to do with each other. You're
free to watch us, of course. But why don't you and Tina find thngs
to do yourselves. I've told Tina that you have the most marvelous
tongue ever to caress and penetrate a girl's pussy, and that your
breasts are younger even than hers. She's eager to see how you
feel, in her and on her."
With that I kissed Jill again, then stood and pulled off my
sheathe, standing in my bra, panties, and heels. I reached for
Jill's hand and raised her to her feet. She quickly shed her own
dress, and then a slip, and kicked off her shoes. She too was now
wearing only her bra and panties.
"I'll see you later, honey," I told Laurie, still watching both of
us wide-eyed, staring, his pretty red mouth open in horror or
surprise, I couldn't tell which. "Though you can see as much of us
as you like!" I took Jill's hand, and we smiled at each other,
then embraced gingerly, then sat on the edge of our sofa-bed and
clutched each other more closely, and finally fell into our sides
in a loose embrace, our hands exploring hips, curves, bellies,
nipples, and finally, twats. Jill was soaked. I tasted her juices
on my fingers, then reached for her clit. She arched her back.
"Oh, Angie!" she said. "Oh, Angie!" And she reached for mine.
When I next glanced at Laurie, he and Tina were sitting in their
own bras and panties on the edge of their sofa-bed, feeling each
others' breasts, their faces melted together. Tina, I could tell,
was french-kissing my sweetheart. Laurie's breasts were much
larger than Tina's. I really did feel proud of myself at that
moment. And then Jill had three fingers in my pussy, slipping them
in and out, and I closed my eyes as a convulsive orgasm overcame
me. The first of many that night.
A few hours later I woke from a light doze to find the four of us
still tangled together breast to breast and head to crotch,
completely naked by now. We'd formed a pussy-kissing daisy chain,
Jill's mouth on mine, mine on Tina's, Tina with Laurie's soft penis
in her mouth, and Laurie still nuzzling Jill while Jill moaned her
quiet satisfaction. I remembered cumming several times, then
pausing to rest. Now I resumed again. I began to kiss Tina's
slot, and touch her clit with the tip of my tongue, and that woke
her to begin nursing on Laurie's penis, again. He then redoubled
his efforts with Jill, whose tongue re-entered me, and in another
few minutes we were again all frantically grasping each others
waists and rears with our arms and shouting and writhing and
screaming, until we had all cum yet again! How many times now? My
whole body felt like one huge erogenous zone!
An hour later still, Tina and I were pecking and nibbling kisses
together while Jill and Laurie were doing the same, all of us
feeling like parts of each other, and giggling. We felt so good!
I had to admit it, the sex wasn't more powerful or passionate than
with Vincent, but it was more thoroughly suffused through my whole
body. I stretched out voluptuously, like a great cat. Jill caught
my eye, and we grinned at each other contentedly.
"I've never been in an orgy like this one before," I commented to
her. "Is it always so lovely?"
"Sometimes. With lovely people it is. Did you know that Laurie
here squeals and squeaks like a mouse when she's cumming the fourth
or fifth time, when she has no more juice in her so all she can do
is just shudder over and over? She's so cute! I want to take her
home for a pet!"
"No, I want her," Tina piped up. "Those breasts of hers are
fantastic! All I have to do is pass my hand near them and she
curls up and cums again! And she has such soft hands! Her touch
is heavenly! Did you teach her that kind of delicacy?"
"No, it's innate. He's just that kind of girl," I said. "But we
can meet like this every few weeks, if you wish. From now on. Not
counting the next few, when my Laurie will be bandaged and probably
too sore to enjoy this kind of loving."
"My mouth won't be bandaged," Laurie said. "And my hands will be
free too. If I have to lie on my back while my new pussy heals,
I'll be available! If anyone wants to sit on my face then, I'll
think it a kindness!" I felt so pleased! Having spent the night
in loving intimacy with three other women, Laurie was now looking
forward to his operation! To becoming completely one of us. He
could now say 'my new pussy' with such casual ease.
"How about now?" Tina asked, rising to do just that. She swung a
leg over him, sat up atop his head, and closed her eyes. "Ahhhhh!"
she said as a beatific smile came over her face. We all watched
her for a minute as her expression grew more serious and strained,
reaching. His tongue was obviously deep inside her.
"I think we each deserve that kind of farewell kiss," Jill said.
"You were right. She has a marvelous tongue." We caressed each
other gently for ten minutes or so, while Tina 's tension rose and
then released itself, twice more while she squatted on my Laurie's
head and then finally, with a sigh, dismounted. I saw that his
face was soaked with her. Jill immediately replaced Tina,
crouching above him, then delicately lowering her bottom toward his
mouth. A satisfied smile spread over her face too. Finally, they
both declared that it was my turn.
"He must be tired now," I said. "I can wait."
"No, she needs to say 'thank you' to each of us," Tina said,
tossing her head. "Because we're fully equipped, and she's now
grateful that she soon will be too. Yours is the most important
pussy of all in this little ritual!"
"You're right," I said, and I straddled my dear Laurie the way they
had. And sank down until I could feel his nose on my anus. Then
again, I felt that delicious tongue. It was a symphony. He really
was giving thanks to my pussy for the one he'd soon have! Devout
thanks! Profuse thanks! Tearful thanks! Joyous thanks! I
settled back on my haunches and closed my eyes. Katie, he really
is heavenly! I never felt happier with him than during the next
half hour, while he made love to me with his mouth, and I writhed
and wriggled and squirmed and came and came. The few times I
opened my eyes, I saw that Jill and Tina were also again occupying
themselves with each other.
Finally we were done. Tina came forward and kissed Laurie's penis
one last time. "Bye bye, little prick," she said. "When I next
see you you'll be a clit."
Jill then did the same, which surprised me. "It's already a clit,"
she said. "It just doesn't know it yet. But Laurie does. Don't
you?" Laurie smiled. I think she did know!
We showered, dressed, traded phone numbers, kissed each other yet
again, and left the hotel room. Never had I spent so completely
satisfying a time making love. Not even with Vincent. For the
first time I understood why men prefer women. Why Laurie was first
willing to become a woman, and was now eager to be one. And now,
here was a whole new reason why I wanted him to be a woman.
Because women are beautiful people, that's why! Much more
beautiful than men. We really do know how to love each other!
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