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Subject: {ASSM} Drasberg Files-Kathy and Dan(a) (tg) [1/5]
Date: Fri,  7 Dec 2001 08:10:02 -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 1

Now, onto the boring stuff

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This story contains scenes of an erotic and/or controversial nature, 
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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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DRASBERG FILES: KATHY AND DAN(A)

Dan and Kathy waited in the doctor's office, terrified.

Kathy was a research assistant who had recently been hired by the 
Drasberg corporation.  Dan was a stay at home husband.  He wanted to 
be a stay at home dad, but so far Kathy and he had failed to conceive 
a child.  Mostly that was because of their sex life, but, hey, they 
had fun with it, and that was what counted.

Then Kathy got a job at Drasberg's, a dream job, they thought.  Good 
salary, full medical with dental, good retirement plan.  They thought 
it was perfect.  Until Dan went in and got his complete physical. 
The next day, the doctor's assistant had called them up and asked 
both of them to come in to discuss the tests.  She wouldn't say what 
the doctor wanted to discuss, but asked them to come in as quickly as 
possible.  That had terrified them.  They wondered if the doctor had 
found something wrong with Dan's tests and drove as fast as they 
could to the doctor's office.

Dan fidgeted in his seat.  "Relax," Kathy told him.

"I can't help it.  These clothes are so rough."

Kathy watched her husband fidget in discomfort and sympathized.  On 
top of the emotional stress of not knowing what was going on, Dan was 
dressed in clothes that he hated.  He'd've much rather been in a 
dress or a skirt and blouse combo.  Dan was a transvestite, but 
thanks to the fear generated by the gay bashers who were still far 
too much a part of society, he couldn't go out dressed in 
"comfortable" clothing.

That was mostly due to Kathy, and not because of Dan.  Had it been up 
to him, he'd've pitched his male clothes into the trash and worn only 
women's clothes for the rest of his life.  But Kathy's only brother 
had been beaten to death by a group of gay bashers shortly after The 
Quake, and she was so afraid of something similar happening to her 
childhood friend and now husband that she refused to let him out of 
the house without men's clothes on.  Dan hated it, but loved her so 
much that he acquiesced.

The two seemed to be destined for each other.  They had met in 
preschool, and had become fast friends, despite the razzing Dan got 
from having a girl as a best friend.  In high school, they decided 
they wanted to stay friends, until the night they attended their 
first party with alcohol and their dates went home with other people. 
They took some beers, went to a corner to console each other, and the 
next thing they knew, had waken up together naked in a bed.  Dan had 
tried to explain it off as just the alcohol, but Kathy wouldn't have 
it.  She had finally realized she wanted Dan as a boyfriend and 
wasn't going to let him off the hook so easily.

That started their romantic life, and it turned out they were perfect 
for each other.  Dan's problem had been that he had been too 
sensitive.  To the high school girls who didn't know how good a find 
he was, that made him a sap.  Kathy's problem had been her intellect 
and total lack of compassion for stupidity.  To the high school boys, 
she became a pariah, since she made them look like idiots every time 
they did that macho posturing that high school boys are wont to do. 
But Dan was never much of a posturer and Kathy enjoyed his kind, 
sensitive side.

It was in college that Kathy had discovered Dan's crossdressing. 
They had moved into a house that Kathy's parents had rented for just 
the two of them, and Kathy was helping him unpack.  She opened up one 
of his boxes and found it packed with women's clothes.  She had to 
check to make sure it wasn't her box.  When she pulled out a dress 
and asked Dan about it, he went white as a sheet.  After a few 
seconds, he just muttered, "Mom was supposed to put those into 
storage."

Kathy then got the whole story out of him.  Shortly after he turned 
ten, he had been giving his mother hell and she decided to use some 
old-fashioned petticoat discipline and put him in dresses for a 
weekend.  It had seemed to work, and for the next month he was a good 
boy, but then started acting up again.   For the next year it went on 
like this.  Dan acted up, got slapped in dresses, stayed nice for a 
while, then acted up again.  And every time his mom took him out of 
dresses, the time between acting up got shorter and shorter.

Finally, after Dan spent an entire week at home in dresses, his mom 
decided she had to find a new way to discipline him.  Then, the next 
time he acted up and she didn't put him in a dress, he nearly 
freaked, promising to be good if she'd only put him in "his" dress. 
Then his mother figured it out.  The dresses, rather than being a 
punishment had become a "carrot on the stick".  Dan had been acting 
up, not because he was a bad boy, but because he wanted to be in a 
dress.  So she let him wear the dress, with the promise to be good.

But the next day, when he came home from school, he found a few 
changes.  His closet was now filled with a whole new feminine 
wardrobe, but there was also a big lock on its door.  His mother 
explained that he could dress up as much as he wanted for as long as 
he wanted, but if he ever misbehaved, she would take all his femme 
clothes, including all his lingerie, and lock it all in the closet. 
He'd know it was there, but it'd be totally off limits.  Over the 
next six and a half years she had only had to lock the door twice. 
And Kathy was surprised to find out that during his senior year, if 
Dan hadn't been in school or with her, he had been in girls' clothes 
and make-up, yet she had suspected nothing.

Then he and she moved to California for college.  Dan had been so 
scared of Kathy not understanding and wanting to break it off if she 
found out about "Dana" as he called his alter ego, that, with much 
regret, he asked his mother to put his girl stuff in storage.  But 
his mother, for whatever reason, had other plans and sent his stuff 
to him directly.

Kathy, far from being scared or repulsed, found it to be an 
incredible turn on.  She got him to introduce Dana and almost raped 
him once he was fully en femme.  And that cinched it.  At home Dan 
pretty much disappeared, leaving only Dana.  And with Kathy 
supporting him, his confidence grew.  He was just about to try going 
out in drag for the first time when Kathy's brother Kenny had been 
beaten to death by gay bashers.

But the fact was, Kenny, like Dan, wasn't homosexual.  He had been 
beaten to death for wearing a dress.  But Kenny, unlike Dan, wasn't a 
transvestite.  He had only been dressed as a fraternity prank.  That 
hadn't saved him.  Kathy became so afraid for Dan, who wanted to be a 
full time tranny, that she made him promise not to leave the house en 
femme.  Ever.

Four years later, after they graduated, they were married.  Although 
not being able to be as expressive as he wanted was a bit of a sticky 
point for their marriage, their willingness to experiment made up for 
it.  Although always devoted to each other, they tried sex anywhere, 
any when, and anyhow.  Dan found that he preferred to be on the 
receiving role, letting Kathy fuck him with a dildo.  Since Kathy 
wanted to wait to start a family, she was more than willing.

Dan had also decided not to go to work after graduation.  Kathy was 
making more than enough for them to live on, so Dan decided to be a 
stay at home spouse.  Kathy thought it was just because he wanted to 
dress up, but Dan assured her that he loved the role of 
"househusband" and kept the house perfect while she supported them 
both.

Then Kathy got her plum job as a top research assistant at 
Drasberg's.  The job included full benefits for her and her 
significant other (Drasberg's was one of the few large companies that 
offered extensive benefits for S.O.'s regardless of the nature of the 
relationship), but required that both receive a comprehensive 
physical.  Which is what brought Dan and Kathy to this doctor's 
office.  Kathy, whose tests had been cleared a week ago, knew it 
wasn't her, and both of them were now terrified that something was 
seriously wrong with Dan.

Dan fidgeted in his seat, hating the cotton briefs he wore and 
missing the sensation of a bra on his chest.  Finally he said, 
"Kathy, if there's something seriously wrong with me, I'll understand 
if you want a divorce."  She hauled off and backhanded his arm.  "Ow!"

With an anger born of fear of losing him to his fear, she said, 
"Don't you ever, EVER say that to me!"  He looked down shamefully. 
She turned his face back to her.  In a more normal tone, she said, 
"Dan, I love you.  And NOTHING will ever change that.  If they told 
me you were dying, I wouldn't change a thing."

At that moment, the doctor walked in.  Before he could say a thing, 
Kathy asked, "What's wrong with my husband, doctor?"

"Wrong?  Nothing.  Why do you...?  Oh, my god.  Didn't they tell you 
why we asked you here?"  The couple shook their heads.  "I am so 
sorry.  I can understand not telling you over the phone, but you 
should've been informed as soon as you got here what this is about. 
Your husband, far from being sick, is a perfect candidate for testing 
a new device we're working on."

Dan released a sigh of relief and nearly fell over on his wife's 
shoulder.  She wrapped her arm around him and said, "Thank god."

The doctor apologized again.  "I'm going to have to make sure this 
doesn't happen again, but, as I said, part of Dan; I may call you 
Dan?"  Dan nodded.  "Part of Dan's tests lead us to believe he'll be 
a perfect candidate for a new device we've developed."

Kathy asked, "What kind of device?"

"Before I can answer that, I'll need Dan to sign a security 
agreement.  Basically it says he won't discuss anything we talk about 
with anyone outside this office.  Kathy, you've already signed such 
an agreement and everything we discuss here will fall under its 
coverage.  Understand?"

They both nodded.  The doctor took a form out of his desk and gave it 
to Dan.  Dan quickly read it over and signed it.  The doctor then 
said, "Okay, the new device we have to test is a specially designed 
device designed to allow transsexuals to give birth.  As you may or 
may not know, early on in this century a device simulating the uterus 
of a woman was designed and is implanted in the abdomens of 
transsexuals.  Common belief has it that the new uterus is nothing 
more than a fake womb that shows up as a uterus on X-rays and 
sonograms, allowing the transsexual to pass more easily.  Actually 
the artificial uterus is a special device designed to control the 
body's hormone production.  It's shape is for passing purposes, but 
that's not the only reason it's there.

"But up till now it was nothing more than an empty space in the body. 
We now have a device that can create an artificial endometrium within 
the new uterus and implant an egg.  If it works, male-to-female 
transsexuals will be able to actually give birth to children just 
like any genetic female!"

Kathy was confused.  "What does this have to do with Dan?"

"We need test subjects.  If your husband were willing to undergo 
transition, we could use the impregnation device.  Since we'll be 
testing the device, Drasberg's will cover all the costs of the 
transition."

"You want my husband to undergo a sex change just to test your 
device?  Why would you think he'd agree to that?"

The doctor stared at her.  "Didn't you know?  Miss Carey, your 
husband is a transsexual."

"Doctor, my husband may be..." Kathy considered whether or not to 
confide in the doctor, but decided to trust him, "may be a 
transvestite, but he's not a transsexual."

"Kathy, you do know what the Psycho-sexual Identity Test is?"

"Yeah, a test devised in the latter part of last decade that checks 
the mind's responses to certain stimuli and gives a rating of both 
the male and female aspects of the identity."

"Exactly.  Before the test, diagnosing a transsexual was a long, 
complicated process.  Now, its simple.  Anyone whose non-genetic I.D. 
ranks 30 points or more above their genetic I.D. is considered a 
clinical transsexual.  I just assumed the reason he wasn't 
transitioning was because of the costs involved in the change."

"There must be some mistake, doctor."

"Perhaps, but it'd have to be a pretty big mistake.  Your husband 
ranked over 80 on his female identity, but only 24 on his male. 
Almost twice the minimum to be diagnosed as a transsexual."

"Something must've happened then.  My husband is NOT a transsexual." 
Kathy turned to Dan, expecting him to back her up.  But Dan was 
staring at the floor on the other side of him, studiously avoiding 
her gaze.  "Dan?"

Dan sighed.  Without looking up, he said, "I hate the male part of my 
life.  The only thing tolerable about it is you.  And if it hadn't 
been for you, I'd've transitioned long ago."  He paused before 
saying, "I'll understand if you don't want to stay with me now."  She 
backhanded him again.  "Ow!  Stop that."

"Then stop saying it's okay for me to leave you!  NOTHING will make 
that okay.  But why didn't you tell me?"

"I knew you were afraid of my crossdressing in public.  If I were to 
transition, I'd HAVE to go public, since you wouldn't let me do that, 
there was no point."

"But I didn't know it was this serious.  Dan, we need to talk about this."

The doctor said, "I agree.  Go home.  Discuss this.  Then get back to 
me at your earliest convenience."

The two left the office building and went home in silence.  That 
night, both seemed on the verge of broaching the subject of 
transitioning, but somehow neither managed to get to it.  It was only 
after they were in their nightgowns and in bed that Kathy finally 
said, "Dan, we need to talk about your transitioning."

"I'll leave it up to you."

"Damn it, Dan!  Stop it!  There are times when I really love your 
giving, 'do it for me' attitude, but this isn't the time for it!  I 
need to know what's going on inside your head."

Dan sighed, and propped his head on his bent arm.  "You want to know 
what's in my head?  If it were just me, then I wouldn't even think 
twice about it.  But it's not just me.  If I had to go the rest of my 
life with nothing more than crossdressing in private than I could 
live with that.  I wouldn't be as happy as I could be, but I could 
live with it.  I couldn't live with it if you decided to leave me 
because of this."

"Why do you keep saying that?  I'm not going to leave you."

"You say that now, and I know you want to believe it, but this isn't 
going to be easy on either of us.  Like I said before, I'll have to 
go public with my crossdressing.  On top of that, I'll be taking 
hormones that could impair my sexual performance.  That could mean no 
kids.  Then, after transitioning, our marriage becomes non-recognized 
in 41 states, including this one.  And you're afraid of homophobia 
induced hate crimes?  After I become a girl, you may be subject to 
them as well.  After all, you'll be a lesbian if you stay with me."

"Dan, I am going to stay with you, but it seems like you've thought 
about this."

"Of course I have.  I have thought about this every day since my 
second year of college.  I just never figured you'd ever go for it."

"Why didn't you say something?"

"Fear."

"Fear of telling me?  How could you say that?"

"I was afraid of telling you but not for the reasons you think.  At 
least not all of them.  Yes, I was afraid you might react badly," 
seeing Kathy about to protest, he said, "okay, those fears were 
baseless, and I guess I knew it all along, but I was also afraid for 
the same reasons you were.  I'm as scared of the gay bashers as you 
are.  As terrified of just walking down the street and having some 
ass beat me to death just like Kenny.  And I was scared for you. 
Because I knew if you knew how serious this was, how deeply it went, 
you'd probably make me do something about it.  Admit it.  I can see 
it in your eyes.  You're not thinking about talking me out of it. 
You're trying to think of a way to make this work despite your fears, 
aren't you?"

"Of course I am.  Dan...  Dana, if you really are a woman inside, if 
this," she fingered the edge of his nightgown, "isn't just something 
you do, but a manifestation of who you are, then we need to make it 
real."

"See.  And I knew it'd torture you every step of the way."

"And this doesn't?!  Damn it, Dana, ever since that doctor told me 
about this I have been tortured by the fact that you have refused to 
allow your true self out because of MY fear, and that tears me up 
inside."  Dan was about to protest when she interrupted, saying, "No, 
that's it!  We will find a way to make this work.  Dan's out of our 
life, now, and only Dana remains.  Now the question is do you want to 
get pregnant?"

"Well, I guess I have to to get Drasberg's to pay for the transition."

"No, you don't.  If you don't want to get pregnant, then we will pay 
for your transition out of pocket.  I told you we will make this 
work.  Now do you want to get pregnant?"

"I...  I don't know.  I've never thought about it."

"So think about it.  We should give the doctor an answer as soon as possible."

They both snuggled up together and kissed.  After a few seconds, Dana 
asked, "Kathy, would you... service me tonight?"

Kathy kissed his neck.  "Certainly, love."  She reached over to the 
dresser and grabbed her strap-on.  She got up on her knees and Dana 
quickly wrapped her hips in the straps of the harness.  He clicked 
the dildo in place and kissed it.  Kathy wiggled her hips a bit, 
causing the dildo to rub over Dana's lips.  Kathy dropped her voice 
into a husky, lusty tone and asked, "Does the little girl like my big 
dick?"

Dana rubbed his cheek against the dildo, fluttered his eyes at her, 
and said, "Oh, yes, baby.  I love your big dick."

"Show me."

Dana smiled.  It was just a little ritual they played out when Kathy 
fucked him.  And Dana finished the ritual by opening his mouth and 
sucking the dildo in.  When Kathy first started using the dildo, they 
used petroleum or KY jelly as a lubricant, until they ran out one day 
and Dana decided to try his own spit.  They found the spit less 
effective, but Dana actually enjoyed that.  After that, they acted 
out some of their favorite scenes from various porn flicks with Kathy 
as the man, and Dana as the girl before he used his mouth to get her 
all wet to fuck him.

Dana started slowly, moving up and down on her "dick", causing the 
base to rub against her clit in the way he knew she liked.  Every 
time he went down on her, he took a little bit more of the plastic 
cock into him.  It had taken months of trying and practicing both 
with Kathy, and with just the dildo, but he could finally deep throat 
the whole thing.  In a post coital after glow, Kathy confessed that 
one of the things that turned her on most was having him take all ten 
inches inside him, regardless of what end he took it in.  So he 
bobbed up and down until his nose bumped into her pubes.  He then 
clenched his teeth around the dildo and rubbed it against her until 
she came, bucking her hips against his face.

After she came, he pulled off of her and kissed the tip of the dildo. 
He lay back and lifted his hips while she put a pillow underneath 
them.  He separated his legs and she got between them.  She put the 
dildo to his ass and slowly but firmly pushed it into him.  When she 
was all the way inside him, she leaned forward and kissed him.  He 
wrapped his arms and legs around her and kissed her, forcing his 
tongue into her mouth.  She pumped her hips and he moaned in ecstasy, 
loving the feeling of fullness he got from the plastic rod, as well 
as the feeling of love he got from Kathy while she was fucking him. 
It didn't take long (it never did) before he screamed in orgasm, 
spraying his seed onto their bellies.

As they lay in each other's arms, Kathy asked, "Dana, have you 
ever... wanted to be with a man?  Have a man do what I just did?"

"Not really.  Oh, I admit I'm curious as to what it would be like, 
but I've never seriously considered being with anyone but you." 
Kathy kissed him.  After a few seconds, he said, "This scares you, 
doesn't it?"

"Of course it does."

"All you have to do is say no and it's all over.  I don't even like 
the concept of upsetting you, much less losing you."

"You won't lose me.  And I'm not stopping this.  You always were a 
better woman than man.  More confident, more loving, more... you.  I 
was just afraid to admit it."  Kathy sighed and undid the straps on 
her harness.

As she finished and put the dildo and harness back on the dresser, 
Dana said, "Kathy?"

"Yes, love?"

"I want to do it.  As long as it can be our baby I want to get pregnant."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

"Then we'll call the doctor in the morning."  She kissed him and they 
snuggled up together to sleep.

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-- 
"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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