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Subject: {ASSM} The P-Virus (tg) [2/12]
Date: Fri, 23 Nov 2001 03:10:14 -0500
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Had to get a new email, so I'm reposting my old works under the new 
addy to get it out.

Part 2

Now, onto the boring stuff

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DISCLAIMERS

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This story contains scenes of an erotic and/or controversial nature, 
and is not intended for the perusal of minors.  Further if perusal of 
such material is considered illegal in your area or immoral by your 
religion or personal beliefs, you should likewise bypass this story.

This story remains the property of the author.  Permission is granted 
to download, photocopy, copy and repost so long as any such action 
contains these disclaimers, and no attempt is made to profit from 
this story.

All characters in this story are the creation of the author, and any 
resemblance to real persons, alive or dead, are purely coincidental.

This story may contain aspects of fantastic science or magic.  The 
parameters of what this science/magic can accomplish are completely 
at the discretion of me, the author, and, as such, I make no 
apologies for any rules of "real" physics, chemistry, biology, or 
magic that may be broken within the story.

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Now onto the fun stuff

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Ken couldn't believe what he had done.  All night long he had been 
having strange dreams about being like Sally, a buxom she-male, 
dancing for the delight of men and women.  This morning, he had waken 
up with a strange desire to wear women's clothing.  The desire had 
been so compelling that he had rushed out early that morning, stopped 
at a local department store and actually bought a couple pair of 
panties.  It was now the beginning of his lunch break and he had 
slipped into the bathroom, taken off his pants and put a pair on.

He was surprised at how soft and smooth and comfortable they felt on 
him.  He put his pants back on and decided to work through lunch. 
The feeling of the silky fabric around his crotch gave him a sense of 
energy and well-being, making him feel like he could work for days on 
end.

It was shortly after lunch when he was introduced to Morgana.  His 
supervisor brought over this pretty blonde.  "Ken, this is our new 
worker, Morgana.  You'll be handling her orientation."

Ken was a bit surprised.  Usually new hires were put through their 
paces by more experienced workers, but he didn't question it. 
Morgana was a beautiful woman whose features could best be described 
as elfin, with hair the color of straw.  Ken introduced himself, then 
took her around, showing her where everything was in the building.

After the tour, he sat her down in front of a window and guided her 
through a few customers.  During a brief break, she looked up at him 
and asked, "Ken, maybe I'm being forward, but do you want to go out 
and get some coffee after work?"

Ken was stunned.  Here he was trying to figure out a way to ask her 
out, and she goes and asks him.  It took him only a few seconds 
before he said, "I'd like that.  I'd like it a lot."

So after work that day, they went out to the local cafe and had some 
coffee and snacks while discussing nothing in particular.  Ken was 
wondering whether or not she might be interested in a more physical 
relationship when she asked, "Ken, would you like to go somewhere 
more private and really get to know each other more intimately?"

It took Ken a few seconds before he finally asked, "Why?"

"Well, that's not exactly the response I was hoping for.  Don't you 
like me?  Think I'm sexy?"

"I think you're very sexy.  I'm just wondering why you seem so eager 
to be with me.  I'm a small man, slight of build.  Some people have 
even commented that I'd make a cute girl if I tried.  I'm not exactly 
a first-class catch."

"Well, actually, Ken, it's your delicate features that attracted me 
to you in the first place.  I'm bi-sexual with a heavy tendency 
towards women.  Your almost female appearance gave me a sexual rush 
the first time I saw you.  Then I spent the day with you and found 
you to be a caring, compassionate, patient man, and that made me want 
you all the more.  You're everything I want in a man.  The only thing 
that would make you any more perfect would be..."

"What?"

"Nothing."

"Come on.  Tell me."

"It's just this fantasy I've got.  Problem is, it scares most men off."

"Give me a chance.  Worst happens is that I just say no."

"No worst happens is that you think I'm an utter weirdo just for 
proposing the idea and never want to see me again."

"Never happen."

"You say that now, but if I tell you..."

"Give me a chance."

"Alright.  It's just that I've always had this fantasy of having a 
guy who'd let me..."

"Yes?"

"Who'd let me dress him up as a girl.  Who'd let me train him to be 
my best girlfriend as well as my lover.  I can see by the look on 
your face that you're shocked.  Let's just forget I ever mentioned 
it."

"No, let's not.  Morgana, I'm not shocked because of what you're 
proposing, but because," Ken dropped his voice, "I'd like to try 
something like that.  I've recently discovered an urge to indulge the 
woman within by dressing up and being as much the woman as I can be."

"Really?  Do you have any women's clothes?  Do you dress at all?"

"I just have a couple pair of panties."  He dropped his voice to 
where it could barely be heard.  "I'm wearing a pair now."

"Really?"  Morgana was breathing heavily.  "Ken, when my last 
roommate moved out, she left most of her clothes.  I think you and 
she are about the same size.  Would you like to come back to my place 
and really play some serious dress-up?"

Ken thought about it, his own excitement growing as fast as Morgana's 
was.  He barely managed to whisper, "Yes."

Morgana leaned over and kissed him.  She then stood both of them up 
and walked him to the bus stop, kissing and hugging him along the 
way.  They got back to her building and Morgana all but dragged him 
into the apartment.  She pulled him into one of the bedrooms where 
there were some packed boxes off to one side.

As Morgana opened one of the boxes, she commented, "My roommate moved 
out a while ago.  I suppose I should've dumped this stuff off on 
goodwill when she did, but I never got around to it.  I never thought 
I'd be so lucky to have procrastinated all this time."

Ken looked into the box.  It was filled with what seemed to be very 
expensive stuff ranging from lingerie to dress suits, to dresses and 
skirts.  "Your roommate left this stuff behind?  Seems like an awful 
lot of expensive stuff to just leave behind."

"She left to get married to a very rich man.  She felt she wouldn't 
need these anymore.  Lucky us.  Unless... you've reconsidered?"

"No, but let's get started before I do."

"Let me see you in just your panties.  If there's a matching bra in 
here, then we'll put you in that.  Otherwise, we'll get you into a 
matching set."

Ken quickly stripped down into his panties.  There was indeed a 
matching bra in the box of clothes, and Morgana slipped the bra on 
around his torso, stuffing it with spare panties.  She then went 
through the rest of the stuff, pulling out a short dress, a slip, 
stockings, and some heels.  They quickly dressed him in the clothes 
she selected.  She then sat him down and used some make-up that she 
fished out of the bottom of the box to pretty him up.

When she finished, she turned him to the mirror.  Ken was astounded 
at the girl looking back at him.  With the exception of his hair, 
there was no trace of any guy in that mirror.  "I look beautiful."

"Yes, you do.  Wait here."  Morgana ran from the room, only to return 
a few seconds later carrying a blonde wig.  "I had this from a 
Halloween costume last year."  She put it on his head carefully 
positioning it, and, just like that, Ken was gone, and only a woman's 
reflection remained.

While he was staring at the new him in the mirror, Morgana reached 
around and gently fondled his "breasts".  "So what do you want to 
call her?  We can't very well call such a feminine creature Ken."

Ken thought about it and said, "Kira.  When I'm like this, call me Kira."

"Kira it is."  Morgana leaned forward and kissed Kira on the cheek. 
"So, Kira, would you like to try some lesbian sex?"

Kira stood, turned, and pulled Morgana close, kissing her deeply. 
"As soon as possible, beautiful."

Morgana reached under her skirt and pulled her panties down, letting 
them fall to the ground.  She then reached under Kira's dress and 
pulled his panties down just enough to free his dick.  While stepping 
out of her panties, she kissed Kira, pushing them both back towards 
the bed.

Kira fell back on the bed, pulling Morgana on top of him.  They 
kissed for a bit before Morgana spun around so that her head was 
above Kira's crotch, and her crotch was above Kira's face.  Kira 
deftly slid his face under Morgana's skirt while feeling his dick 
slide into his lover's mouth.  He happily licked at her while she 
sucked on him.  He also felt her weight on his breasts and found 
himself wishing they were real, both for himself and for her.

It was imagining how good a pair of his own breasts would feel that 
pushed him over the edge and into orgasm, spraying into her mouth. 
He plastered his lips to her cunt and licked voraciously through his 
orgasm, pushing her over the edge and into an orgasm of her own.

She rolled off of him and lay beside him, panting heavily.  "God, 
that was great.  For a guy, you're a great cunt-licker.  Not quite as 
good as some of my girlfriends that I've been with, but you are good."

"Thank you.  Morgana, would you teach me to be as good as a girl? 
I'd like Kira to be as much a girl as possible."

"Of course, dearie.  I'll help you be as much the woman as you want to be."

"Thanks."

"I notice you still have a hard-on.  Have you always had this much endurance?"

"Not really.  It must be all the excitement of being in drag."

"Would you like to try something a little more radical?"

"Like what?"

"Like sex... as a girl?"

"As a girl?"

"Kira... Ken, I know boys sometime experiment a bit.  Have you ever 
had a dick inside you?  Been fucked?"

Thinking of his experience with the she-male the night before, he 
replied, "Once."

"Would you like to try something similar now?"

Disappointment and sadness evident in his voice, he said, "If some 
big, burly guy steps out thinking of fucking me-"

Interrupting him, Morgana said, "No!  That's not what I'm proposing 
at all!  I told you, I don't go in for that kind of guy.  Ken, I was 
thinking of putting on my strap-on, and using it on you.  If you 
don't want to, either now or ever, just say so, but, Kira, I will 
never expect you, much less force you, to engage in sex with anyone 
you don't want to."

Kira thought about it.  He was a bit surprised that he wasn't more 
hesitant over the idea, but the concept of getting fucked in the ass 
by his girlfriend was actually exciting him more than he thought it 
would.  "Yes, get out your dildo and make a woman out of me."

Morgana smiled.  She leaned over and kissed the tip of Kira's dick, 
then leapt off the bed, running out of the room.  She returned only 
seconds later carrying a plastic cock with straps hanging from it. 
"If you don't mind, I'd like to be nude, but I want you to remain in 
Kira's garb."

"I wouldn't have it any other way."

Morgana quickly shucked out of her clothes, then put on the fake 
dick.  Then, almost guiltily, she said, "I forgot something for 
lubrication."

Kira moved to the edge of the bed.  "Bring yourself over here."

Morgana walked over to the edge of the bed, her strap-on bouncing in 
front of her.  Kira took the "dick" in hand and sucked it into his 
mouth.  Morgana moved back and forth a bit, then tried to pull out, 
thinking that he would only get her wet enough for lubrication 
purposes, but Kira wouldn't let her go.  He let the plastic dick out 
of his mouth only long enough to say, "I want to suck my girlfriend's 
dick until she cums in my mouth."

Morgana started plunging in and out of Kira's mouth, saying, "Oh, 
god, better than I could ever hope."  She continued to fuck Kira's 
face, with the womanly man sucking and rubbing the dildo most 
sensuously against her clit until Morgana screamed and came.

After she came, Kira let the dildo out of his mouth.  "I hope you're 
not going to go soft on me.  I'd hate to think that you were going to 
leave this girl hanging."

Morgana reached down and stroked Kira's breast.  "Baby, I'm never 
gonna get soft around you.  You're just too hot."

Kira winked at her.  "Prove it."

"Move that cute ass of yours over to the edge of the bed and I will."

Kira slid his ass over to the edge of the bed, hanging his legs off 
the edge of the bed.  Morgana got between them and said, "Lift your 
legs to your chest."  Kira lifted his legs up and pulled them down to 
his breast.  Morgana put the tip of her dildo into his ass and asked, 
"Ready?"

"More ready than you'll ever know.  Do it."

Morgana grabbed Kira's hips and jammed the dildo into his ass.  Kira 
gasped in pleasure/pain.  The dildo was larger than the transsexual's 
equipment had been, so he definitely felt it, but he loved it from 
the first stroke.  The pain of being opened wider than he had ever 
been before soon gave way to a needy throbbing.  He wanted more.  And 
more and more.  And he begged his new girlfriend for it, to which she 
happily obliged him, ramming as deep and as hard as she could on 
every stroke.  It was only seconds later before Kira came, spraying 
cum on his new pretty clothes.

Surprisingly, even after two cums, he had lost none of his hardness, 
and begged for more, but this time Morgana pulled out.  Kira 
whimpered a little, but she said, "I'm not going to leave you 
hanging, but it's my turn to receive.  Drop your legs."

Kira obeyed her and she took his dick in hand and straddled his hips. 
The dildo still blocked her cunt, but her asshole was open and she 
put him in there and sat down on him.  Kira reached up and stroked 
her as she bounced up and down, lovingly rubbing as much as he could 
of her until they came together.  They snuggled up together and fell 
asleep, almost too tired to kiss.

It was a couple hours later that Morgana woke up, feeling the 
emptiness of the bed beside her.  She sat up and saw Kira sitting on 
the edge of the windowsill, staring out the window to the world 
beyond.  It was starting to get dark outside, but even in the waning 
light of dusk, she could tell from the tear streaks on his face that 
he had been crying.

She got up and fearfully said, "Ken, are you okay?  If you regretted 
anything we did tonight, I'd never forgive myself."

"No, that's not it.  I loved what we did.  I want every night to be 
like tonight."

"Then... why the tears?"

"Because it's got to end.  Tomorrow, even if only for work, I'm going 
to have to go back to being Ken.  And I don't want to be Ken anymore. 
I want to be Kira full-time.  I want real breasts.  I want to really 
be Kira."

"Ken,...  Kira, do you want to go all the way?  Get a cunt like a woman?"

"No.  I want to really be like I was pretending to be tonight. 
Female everywhere except down there.  But it's nothing more than a 
dream."

"It doesn't have to be.  I check these things, Kira.  The bank has a 
protection policy for transgendered people.  As long as you look 
presentable for your job, they won't fire you.  And to be honest, you 
look good as a man, but fantastic as a woman."

"You sure?"

"Very."

"But... I don't think I could do this alone."

"So don't.  Move in here with me.  I'll teach you to be a woman in 
the day, and a woman lover during the night."

"You'd do that for me?"

"And then some."

Kira leapt into Morgana's arms, happier than "she" had ever been in her life.

************
-- 
"This is reality, not T.V.  Can't you tell the difference?"
"Sure.  I just like T.V. better."

J R D
jrdss@pobox.alaska.net

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