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From: vickietern@aol.com (VickieTern)
Subject: {ASSM} MMMMMM by Vickie Tern 5/10 TG Femdom
Date: Sun,  8 Dec 2002 19:10:04 -0500
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Mmmmmm! by Vickie Tern, 5/10

                             v.

It took less time than she'd anticipated, Nick's external
conversion to womanhood, what with Kelly eager for it and
determined to keep Nick off balance and Nick willing to cooperate
until he could decide what to do, decide how to turn her, decide
what he really wanted.  Kelly kept his attention absorbed with
trying to not look ridiculous, like some kind of pansy imitation of
a woman, until even he could realize it was too late, that he was the
real thing, or nearly.  His inner conversion to womanhood would
follow soon enough afterward.

When he woke the next morning Kelly was bright and cheery, her head
busy with plans.  "Today we begin.  This will be wonderful for you,
darling, I'll see that it is.  I know what you're giving up for my
sake, but think what we're both gaining!  Sacrificing the notion
that you're still a man won't be easy, I suppose, but I'm sure you 
can do it.  I was so afraid you wouldn't love me enough to do it, 
but now that you've agreed I'm overwhelmed!  Awed, really!  
I promise you, my darling, no matter how difficult
this gets for you, no matter how difficult I may get with you
sometimes, I really do mean to make it all worth while for you, ten
times over.  For the rest of our lives together.  You're my one
true love!  I can't ...."

"Kelly," Nick interrupted, trying not to puncture her euphoria, but
he had to.   "I've agreed to this plan of yours.  Your happiness is
at stake and I want you to be happy.  Our happiness is at stake. 
But you said some unsettling things last night, so unsettling 
I still can't think straight."

Kelly wasn't in the slightest surprised.  "Good, sweetheart, I want
you to feel unsettled.  I want you to be bewildered about lots of
things, uneasy and uncertain, so you'll depend all the more on my
judgment.  So you'll trust me because you can't trust anything you
once thought you knew.  So tell me what's on your mind.  Always
tell me everything, always, so we can cope with the little problems
before they become big ones."

"First, you tell me you've been medicating me during the past two
months, making me impotent?  That's terrible!  In heaven's name
why?"

She nodded slowly.  "Why?  I've told you already.  Those furious
arguments we used to have, the quarreling, the shouting, the
meanness whenever I wanted something and you didn't?  The threats?
I was so afraid you'd turn violent!  Honey, it got so I couldn't 
tolerate it!  Often when you left for work I was weeping so hard 
I couldn't even leave the house!  I phoned around, and it was 
Rachel who first suggested tranquilizers.  So Igave you some, 
enough to mellow you out, bigger doses each time. But even 
the bigger doses weren't enough.  They weren't effective
enough by themselves.  You probably don't remember but for a time
you were walking around like a zombie.  You were no good to me 
that way."

"So I got more advice.  Go after the mainspring of all male
aggression, your male hormones.  Rachel wanted me to go for it once
and for all, get you diagnosed with testicular cancer requiring an
orchiectomy, and see to it that your balls were cut off.  But that
seemed cruel.  She was very persuasive.  It's only a wrinkly bag
with a couple of lumps inside, she'd say, and you don't want kids, 
so why not?.  But still, men do feel protective about the things, 
so I couldn't put you through the horror of finding them gone.  
In the end she told me how Kevin mellows out whenever she 
gives him a cancer drug, a male hormone suppressant.  He 
used to tom cat around a lot, still does, but she controls 
him with it when he gets too obvious.  And now and then she 
doses him when he gets disagreeable, too.  And he doesn't 
even know!  So I cut back on your tranquilizers a little 
and added the hormone suppressant, and it worked!  
My sweet baby emerged.  No more testosterone!  No more
temper!  Gone!"

Almost in a singsong afterthought she added, "Of course my baby
also lost her zest for sex.  Pretty much all interest in it, didn't
she?  The spark isn't really there any more, is it?"

Nick nodded.  It wasn't.  Even less now that he knew she was
responsible for it and yet saw no harm done.

"So it cost both of us.  I must say, ordinary sex with you is
now quite boring, Nickie.   It's just as well we're done with it.
I sometimes couldn't enjoy it even at its best, not after our 
arguments.  I'd be too angry, too conflicted, too unwilling 
to give you pleasure!   So mostly I just used you to get me off, 
and I suspect you used me that way too!  Then a few months 
ago I began daydreaming about other kinds of sex, especially 
what I had with Janet.  I realized that without my intending it, 
all those drugs were preparing you to replace Janet, in a way.  
It's true that you still get soft erections, sometimes.  
But that won't happen much longer, and you don't much feel 
much like using them nowadays anyway, do you?  It's
just as well.  A girl has no need for erections."

She seems so sure of herself, Nick was thinking.  Why?

"Of course I don't want you to go all the way as a girl and ...
ahhhh... become the same kind of woman I am.  To enjoy 
everything women enjoy.  To have a vagina of your own 
between your legs where someone could lick you or thrust
into you.  It might be nice for you, because then some day 
some man could help make you glad you're a woman.  But 
it's risky.  I don't want to lose you just because 
you've gotten dick-happy.  So if you do find you must
have a man inside you, you'll just have to make do, welcome him
with your asshole.  You're my girl, no one else's."

Nick tried to return to the main topic. "So I haven't been feeling
horny because of the drugs?"

Duhhh? she was thinking.  Where has he been?  "That and maybe
something else.  You were right when you said that I haven't been
encouraging you.  I haven't.  I've been weaning myself away your
cock, sweetheart, now that I don't need it."

She had arrived at what was for Nick the heart of the matter.  Nick
tried to ignore his jealousy, to keep his tone of voice casual, but
that was what had hurt him the most.  That contained his deepest
sense of betrayal, worse than those drugs.  "Weaning yourself 
away from me by making love to other men?" he asked as if 
absent mindedly, the answer of no special interest.

"No, not at all!  Nick, I mean Nicola, I've told you!  By fucking
other men!" Kelly replied.  "By having sex with them.  That's what
it's called.  Love is what we do, honey -- fuck is what they do. 
You see, sweetheart, I've learned a whole new vocabulary for
controlling other men.  'Fuck' and 'cunt' and 'cocksucker' and
'fisting' and 'rim job' and 'bugger' for example.  Direct, honest
words.  I've done a lot of things with other men and to other men
that we never attempted.  I've learned how to get them to do lots
of things for me.  And I've learned the words that pertain!"

Though she was trying to reassure him, Nick felt tears rise up in
his heart.  He'd hadn't lost her love, however it had always
expressed itself, but he'd lost his exclusive rights to her body
and he hadn't even known it!  She was no longer his!  He tried to
ask something more, but nothing came.  He choked and tried to
swallow.  He couldn't even do that!

She saw of course.  She took his hands in hers.  "Sweetheart, this
doesn't affect us at all!  Not really!  What did you expect?  Of
course I'm fucking other men, and I won't say it isn't fun! 
Of course it's fun!  You're less and less able, and I'm as hot as
ever.  You should have known I'd get my pussy filled up somewhere
else!"

Again he tried to speak.  Kelly saw, and decided to lay it all out. 
No point of return.

"Honey, I know what's bothering you.  You're still thinking about
yourself, not about us!  That damn male ego is hurt!  Always
feeling insecure, always feeling threatened!  Remember what I said
about male jealousy?  Well, let me relieve you of all of your
anxieties all at once!  Yes, some men have bigger cocks than yours,
some much bigger, and yes size does make a difference, they reach
further into me and stretch me out more so I cum harder and longer
than I ever did with your cock in me, and yours wasn't too bad in
its prime!  It's a loss, in a way.  And yes some men can hold out
longer so I get off more times when their cocks are deep inside me
than I do with yours, and yes they've been inside my body in places
you've never been, my ass for example, because when you tried 
I might have been feeling contrary or spiteful so I never
let you, and yes when I got used to it I found I liked it.  That it
was just great.  In fact it's fabulous!  It's too bad you'll never
know what it's like to get into me there.  But look what you've got
instead!"

Kelly took Nick's hand and enclosed it protectively in both of
hers, and looked directly, unwaveringly, deep into his eyes, and
continued.  "There's no competition, baby.  There never was.  I
don't love these guys, so I feel free to play with them.  There's
one guy who can make me cum just riding on his hand, and can blow
me away by the way he kisses my nipples!  And the things I can make
them put in their mouths?  And swallow?  One of my guys has a huge
pet dog.  Did I ever ask you to give a dog a blow job?  To deep 
throat a dog cock and swallow the cum?  Then the next time 
do it without even being asked, just to please me?  And get to 
like it?  No, I never asked you because I love you.  I only 
use him!  Strictly speaking, I use his cock.  The way nowadays 
he uses his dog's cock on his own asshole.  Because it turns us 
both on!"

She had warmed to her subject as if her husband were really already
her girlfriend.  As if he were a confidante delighted to share her
experiences with men.  "Once there were three guys in me and I
really couldn't tell where the pleasure was coming from -- I was
one huge quivering harp string -- it was practically an out-of-body
experience.   By the time they'd all three pumped their cum into me
I was on another planet!"  Then she squeezed Nick's hand
and looked into his eyes, and spoke so tenderly to him that he
almost cried!  "You'd never want to deny me that, would you,
sweetheart?  Remember, not even the best sex with other men can
satisfy me the way you can with your bare face in my pussy. 
None of it's like sex with my sweet new girlfriend, you darling!"

"Kelly, who were these men?  Who are they?"

Her face turned firm.  "You want to know if you know them, I
suppose!  If maybe one of your buddies is fucking your wife.  Well,
what difference does it make now?  You aren't a rival, you aren't
a man, you're my girlfriend!  When you're ready, honey, you'll find
out.  I promise.  You'll know.  If you like, at first hand.  And
that's all I mean to say about that!"

"You intend to keep seeing them?"  Despite himself his
interrogation was becoming a grilling!  This was not at all what
he'd expected to hear, even last night when he decided to pretend
he was her girlfriend Janet.  That was to keep her.  But 
now she was telling Nick she was already gone, her body was, 
anyhow!  Long gone!  No longer his.  That for all he knew 
he was sharing her with half the world's population!  He couldn't 
get used to the fact.

"Sweetheart, Nicola, how can I answer you?  When you're
really and truly my girlfriend I'll tell you everything I do and
everything I intend to do, and I'll listen to your advice.  That's
the way girlfriends are.  Now, no more!  Let's get some breakfast." 
She closed down altogether.  "Here, try this on!  I know you love
it.  It's your taste, you chose it, remember!"

She handed Nick a pink satin robe with a quilted collar and small
appliqued flowers.  He still felt dumbfounded , but he finally
recognized it as one of his Christmas presents to her of last year. 
He looked at it for a moment, not comprehending, then at her, then
back at the robe.  He hesitated.

"I chose it for you, honey," Nick said.  His face was flushed. 
Wear a woman's robe, in front of his own wife?

"Sure you feel embarrassed.  But I want you to wear it.  And you
agreed, sweetie," Kelly said, her voice carefully neutral.

He slipped it on.  It fit.

"That's my girl!" she said, and threw her arms around him and
kissed him. "It's yours now until we can get you a robe of your
own.  One you think makes you look as pretty as I think you'll
look.  Maybe today, even."   Then she left to go down to the
kitchen.

Before following her Nick called his office to assess how long he
could loiter at home this morning to deal with this new turn in his
life.  

He received some shocking news.  "Nick," the office manager told
him. "Don't you know?  How can you not know?  Remember the Garfield
proposal, the one we were talking about a month ago?  It came
through suddenly a few days ago.  The whole buyout.  I phoned you
to tell you it's done, not to bother coming in, so the lower 
level staff could get accustomed to their new bosses.  You 
didn't get the message?  I left it on your answerer, and then
your wife called back to confirm it, yes here's the notation on the
log.  It was announced officially to everybody yesterday
afternoon.  It's a done deal.  Where were you yesterday?"  

"In my office, trying to get some work done.  I was a
little distracted.  I didn't talk to anyone."  He remembered the
strange look his secretary had given him.  He'd spent the day
fearful and anxious, worrying that his wife had hinted she was
sleeping with other men.  That fear seemed so irrelevant now! 
She'd done it, and he'd accepted the fact.  Nearly.

"Well, you're done with it now.  Congratulations!  Our CEO and all
of the regional VPs including you are officially on leave as of
this morning, all of you floating away on your golden parachutes. 
So you're all out of a job.  But when you cash in your stock
options you'll be rich enough."

Nick had begun early with the company, and the stock had split many
times since then.  As had his options.  "I guess."

"Garfield took over just one hour ago.  We've cleared out your
office and your personal stuff is probably en route to your house
right now.  Relax and enjoy.  It was good knowing you!"

Nick wished him well and hung up, and then just sat there.  Kelly
had gotten this message a few days ago and seen her opportunity. 
She'd seen in his sudden unexpected idleness and new wealth a way
to change their marriage radically, not just to neuter him and then
enjoy the whole male population until he caught on and they
divorced, but a way to bring him into line with what she'd 
already done to him.  Recast him as Janet and stay married.  
She'd rendered him impotent to stop the quarreling and 
improve their lives together, no doubt of that, but probably 
also to revenge herself for past injuries done her.  
Maybe to provide herself an excuse to leave him for 
one of the other men she'd been seeing?  Or for all of them.  
But now that he had lots of time and money, she didn't 
want to leave him.  A better idea had occurred to her --
enjoy her lovers and her husband both, each in the ways she loved
most!  As her girlfriend he'd never leave her!  She'd made some
decisions, and yesterday morning she had acted on them by opening
her pussy to his mouth..  

Should he feel insulted that she hadn't told him he was now
suddenly one of the idle rich?  Should he feel pleased that she was
so eager to remain married to him despite everything?  Even if his
money was now an important part of it, she did just declare that
she loved him, and he didn't doubt it.  He also didn't doubt that
she cherished her new special relationship with him.  She really
did want a live-in girlfriend.

He went down to the kitchen and found Kelly folding an omelet onto
two plates and setting out some buttered toast.  The coffee was
almost ready.

"Kelly," he said.  He wanted to hear her explanation, feeling
faintly annoyed despite the tranquilizers she was feeding him
somehow.  He noticed that their extension phone was on the kitchen
counter instead of the hall table.  She'd heard the clicking as
he'd made his call, and she'd listened in.  So she knew he knew. 
And she wanted him to know she knew.  She'd left it there.  She was
a lawyer, it wasn't accidental.

"Kelly," he said instead.  "Is there anything else I should know
that you haven't told me?"

She seized the coffee pot and sat herself down.  "Lots, but now we
have lots of time.  You mean about the Garfield takeover?  Forget
about it!  You're free  and at leisure, and that's all that
matters!  That's what gives us this opportunity.  What you need to
know is that I'm taking a few days off from my own work so we can
develop this new relationship we've got together, full time and
uninterrupted.  You'll be a very different girl soon, honey!"

"I don't doubt it," Nick said.  "Seeing that I'm not a girl at all
right now."

"Oh, yes you are," Kelly said.  "You agreed.  Think about it.  It's
all over but the doing, unless you want to welsh on your promises
and then pack up and leave, the way I intended to leave you some
months ago, and again last night.  And I would have, Garfield stock
options or no stock options.  Do you want to leave?  Don't be
wishy-washy, there's the door!  Go!"  

She stared at him impassively as he stood there in his pink satin
robe, but he sensed the disappointment in her eyes.  Then she began
to argue earnestly.  "What are you now, honey?  I'll tell you what
you are.  To the world, when the world finds out, you're an
impotent wimp husband, a dupe and a cuckold, a pitiable and
ridiculous eunuch, someone our friends will laugh at when they know,
because you've been a contemptible bastard of a husband, and 
they've all known that for years, so they'll enjoy seeing you 
taken way down.  They'll all find out sooner or later, 
you know.  Some of my women friends already know, I've kept
them informed ever since your penis first went on vacation.  They all
celebrated, though because of their loyalty to me their husbands
don't know yet.  Not yet.  Are you with me so far?"

Nick was.

"But if any of them call you a wimp, right now I can deny it! 
Because I don't think you're a lame excuse for a husband at all! 
You're my deeply devoted, loving, girlfriend-in-training!  You're
incredibly courageous, worthy of everyone's respect, even their
awe, once they know what you've agreed to do for me, what you're
willing to give up for me in the name of our love for each other."

Oh God, not again, he thought.  He decided to be diplomatic.  "I
guess you're right.  I'm your girlfriend."

Kelly took note with a flick of her eyelids, then continued her
catechism.  "Good.  Now look at that robe you're wearing.  What's
the first thought that comes into your head."

"That you want me to get one of my own and return it to you," he
replied.

"That's right.  But what material do you want to wear?  What shade? 
What kind of a woman are you?"

He knew what she wanted him to reply.  "I don't know," he said. 
"Something.  I'll see what the different stores have.  I'll have to
see for myself what I think would look nice.  Pink satin feels a 
little extreme for me right now."

She looked proud of him, and for some reason that made Nick feel
proud too.  "You may not have meant it, or you may have said more
than you meant to say, sweetheart, but that's a girl's response.  
Exactly right.  We'll begin looking today.  This morning we'll make
you presentable enough so this afternoon we can go shopping, so you
can find out right away what looks nice on you, what's really you. 
Not too feminine at first, as you say."

Nick felt a sudden clutching in his gut!  "Kelly!  You mean for me
to leave the house dressed as a girl?  Today?  I can't do that!"

"You need a robe of your own, honey.  You just said it, and you'll 
need to try it on to see if it's really you.  You need
a whole new wardrobe!  So that's what we'll do.  As for going out
in women's clothes, there'll always have to be a first time.  The
sooner the better.  And who would you rather look like when you're
trying on different robes and lingerie and dresses in different
stores?  Nick or Nicola?  We can do it either way, sweetie!"

Nick was embarrassed.  "I know what I look like," he told her,
genuinely fearful.  "I don't know what Nicola looks like.  Maybe a
freak?"

Kelly was pleased.  He'd implicitly agreed!  This was so much
easier than she'd anticipated!  "No, Nicola is not a freak!  Not my
girlfriend!  Not if I can help it, honey, and I can!  I want you to
enjoy every minute of your new gender, remember?  Finished eating? 
I forgot to mention, that was your last meal as a man, your last
manly breakfast.  By noon you're going to be a girl, maybe not very
feminine yet, and maybe not yet firmly in your own mind, but
convincingly enough for others.  In my mind that's how I see you
already.  By tonight hundreds of other people will have seen that
same girl.  Above all, you'll have seen her, and accepted her as
yourself!  So you're slimming down after today.  You need curves, 
not bulges.  Stack your dishes and let's go upstairs and find out 
what Nicola looks like.  I think I know.  You'll be pleased."

Maybe humoring her to gain time wasn't such a good idea, Nick
thought.  She wants to move fast!  I can't back off just yet.

An hour later he was stark naked, his body utterly hairless.  He'd
already rubbed a fragrant, warm oil into his skin to soften it, and
now he was sitting at Kelly's makeup table while she put his hair
up in rollers and then sprayed it stiff.  Soon after, it formed a
molded halo around his head and then tumbled down his neck.  He was
wearing her panties, and she'd clasped one of her stretched out
brassieres around his chest.  

She was studying its empty cups.  "You'll want your own breasts,
but for now we'll need to improvise," she said.  

My own breasts, Nick repeated, dazed.  He watched puzzled as she
opened her lingerie drawer and took some condoms from a large,
half-empty container, expertly stripped the foil, pushed one inside
the other, and handed them to him.  Then did it again.  "Doubled,"
she said.  "Two layers, just to be safe."

What was a box of condoms doing in her bureau?  A box already
half-empty?  

Seeing his puzzled expression, she grinned broadly.  "No, sweetie,
not that, not now!  These aren't for your prick, even doubled!  It
doesn't get hard enough these days to need a condom.  No, just take
them into the bathroom and fill them with warm water, not too much,
and then knot them.  These are your breasts for now.  Enjoy them!" 

A pair of nested condoms in each hand, he gestured at the
half-empty box still visible in her half-open drawer.  "You use
these?" he asked vaguely.

"I refill my purse with some every morning, yes," she replied
evenly.  "You never know what the day will bring.  But I don't use
them myself, no."  She said nothing more.  Let him imagine my men
in a line stretching to the horizon, condom-covered pricks at full
mast, she thought.  The poor dear really does need to get used to
the idea.  Eventually I'll tell him the condoms are only for the
occasional strange man I may pick up when it suits my fancy.  That
most of my men ride me bare, that they squirt jism deep into me 
and then leave it there so I'll have something to remember them 
by when they go home to their wives. 

Nick found when he had filled and installed them that the
water-filled condoms were heavy.  They pulled on his bra straps and
jounced when he moved.  He said so.  "Breasts do," was all Kelly
replied.  "You'll see.  Learn to live with them."  Let him get used
to that too, she smiled to herself.  

Then quickly she put Nick into a slip and open-toed sling-backed
sandals, the only shoes in her closet that fit him.  She handed him
a long loose dress that hung to his ankles without a waistline,
commenting that he was in luck, this style was very becoming on him
and very much in, and would be for several more years.  When he
asked to wear jeans for this first excursion into the public view,
go unisex, her response was emphatic.

"You think that when you're wearing makeup and those sandals, with
your hair done up in soft waves and your chest bouncing, 
you think you can hide a feminine appearance in a pair of
jeans and pretend you're a man?  That's exactly what people might
well see, because you don't yet move like a woman -- just for
openers you walk wide-legged with toes pointed out, and no woman
has ever walked that way!  Your only recourse if you're afraid to
be read and ridiculed is to be so self-confident in your femininity
that no one would dream you were anything else.  Then people will
take you at your word.  What are you, Nicola?"

"What am I, Kelly?  Your husband."  

Kelly waited.  Wrong answer.  

"And now a woman, I suppose."  

She relented somewhat.  

"Like Janet!" he added.  

Finally  Kelly relaxed.  Why am I doing this? he asked himself.

"You bet your ass you're a woman, Nicola!  Like Janet?  You wish! 
I certainly do!  And you will bet your ass if I think you should!
If that happens you'd better be especially persuasive!  Lots of 
men don't take kindly to women who turn out to be men."

Nick had no idea what Kelly meant by that, and didn't want to ask. 

She was serious about taking him shopping!  A half-hour later he
was groomed smooth, she'd made him up passably and she'd had him do
the same thing several times, and he was walking nervously with
short steps and drooping wrists through their local mall, thighs
together and elbows clamped to his ribs as ordered, near-paralyzed
with fright.  "What if we see someone we know?" Nick had asked
fearfully as she'd waited for him to get out of the car.  "What if
we do?" was all Kelly replied. "You are who you are.  I'm proud of
you.  You be proud too!"  His fingernails like his lips were now
rose beige, and a purse was tucked under his arm as they strolled
through store after store, two women on an outing.  They were
looking for a robe that appealed to him and along the way they were
buying additional lingerie, dresses, blouses, shoes, cosmetics,
something of practically everything a woman needs.  

With each item Kelly had Nick declare his preferences, telling her
"I'll love wearing that" or "That's what I want," or, "No, that's
too frilly and flirty for around the house," or "Booorring!"  And
for each item he had to mean it, so his new wardrobe as assembled
would be all his.  His responses grew quick, reflexive.  She'd
guide him sometimes of course.  "This necklace, it's you!  Do try
it on," she'd say.  He began to form an idea who was "you" and who
wasn't.

"No hiding behind the idea that all this is being 'forced' on you,
sweetie," she said.  "I want this to be what you chose every step
of the way.  Women make thousands of choices like these
instinctively when they shop.  You're developing a notion or two
about what kind of woman you are.  When you see a blouse or a 
bra that's you, you know it!  Whose clothes are these?"

"Mine, Kelly," Nick replied.

"Damned straight!" she said emphatically.  "Enjoy them!  They
express what you are!"  Then amused by what she'd just said, she
improvised a catechism for him as they walked  back to the car
burdened with packages despite two earlier similar trips.  "Are you
a sissy man in a woman's dress, Nicola?"

Nick heard what she wanted him to say by what she'd just called
him. "No, Kelly, I'm a woman-in-training with a man's body."  Or at
least now I look like one, he added to himself.

"And do you look like one?"

"Yes."  He did.  He was a rather tall woman, but as he strolled
along he saw many others, real women who looked less feminine than
he did.  He learned from them to hold himself more delicately. 
Posture meant a lot.  Kelly was right about his ability to pass as
long as he never doubted what he was.

"Then you aren't cross-dressing now?"

"No," he replied.  "Women dress like this."

"And are you straight or queer?"

He realized this was a trick question, that he'd already given her
the answer.  If he was a man who desired Kelly he was heterosexual,
straight, and therefore a sissy pervert to dress as he was dressed
for whatever the reasons.  If he was a woman who desired Kelly he
was a Lesbian, and therefore queer.

"Queer," he said, hoping he'd gotten the syllogisms correct.

"Damn straight!"  Kelly said again, grinning.  "Remember that!  And
any time anyone asks you, say it without hesitating!  Or our
marriage ends.  Just like that!"

end 5/10
VickieTern@AOL.COM

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