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Subject: {ASSM} MMMMMM by Vickie Tern 8/10 TG Femdom
Date: Sun,  8 Dec 2002 20:10:04 -0500
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Mmmmmm! by Vickie Tern, 8/10

                            viii.

He considered how that had happened.  He was playing a game in some
ways, he realized, though he'd never thought of it that way before. 
It was sort of fun except for his emasculation, and he hadn't yet
absorbed what that implied -- the tranquilizers still floated him
over it.  It was fun, in a way.  Different.  Except for the risk 
of ridicule if he ever exposed to anyone else the fact that whatever
else he was, he was a man.  No, he wasn't supposed to think that.

It was like learning a role in a play like "Guys and Dolls," a
production he'd been in while still in college.  Except that
instead of learning to move and talk like one of the horse-playing
gamblers, the way he'd been cast at the time, he was now learning
to move like Adelaide, the brash chorus girl played by a rather shy
student who was nevertheless incredibly well-stacked.  That girl
had popped her hip at the director like no other girl at the
tryouts and so got the part. The director had given her method
actor training, teaching her how to locate the character inside her
own character, the kept woman and whore within, and he'd given her
some experiences she could draw on, so she soon learned to play a
charming trollop convincingly.  She kept it up after the play
closed, and after a dazzling year as the most popular girl on
campus, a girl who used her bed only for recreational purposes,
she had married the wealthiest boy on campus.  

I'd better learn the same way, Nick told himself.  Until this
damned make-up fades I've got to play the cards I've been dealt. 
Kelly seems happy enough with me now.  Maybe I can do this thing
some days and get back to being myself other days.  We'll have to
see.  When she thinks I'm exactly what she wants, that'll be my
bargaining chip.  

It occurred to him that what he'd always admired in her was that
she fought back and fought hard, that she always gave as good as
she got, that she was always a worthy antagonist during their most
ferocious quarrels.  She still was, unrelenting.  But 
she'd struck him below the belt.  When she'd fed him tranquilizers
and quenched his aggressive instincts, he'd turned passive all
right.  But he hadn't turned dependent.  As his sex drive 
disappeared, so had his desire for her, and his admiration and 
love for her -- if that's what it was -- had also diminished.  
Tranquillity had replaced frustrated rage and rivalry.  But now 
that he needed her he felt something else growing inside himself.
A desire to submit?  No, but a desire to please her. 

He wasn't angry with her, he even admired her audacity, the
boldness with which she'd first neutralized him, then neutered him,
then betrayed him with other men, and now wanted to feminize him,
use him as a live-in douche bag and pussy worshiper.  He might
have done the same to her if he'd thought of it.  Now he
couldn't, he was no longer man enough.  What she'd done was
unforgivable, but what could he do?  Wait and see.

By early afternoon he realized certain attitudes had strengthened.
He'd been delighted to dominate her and resist her domination, 
exulting when he could impose his own will on her and
furious when he couldn't.  But now, relatively helpless, he began
to feel a strange serenity, a satisfaction in yielding to her, in
relaxing into whatever she proposed.  Especially in pleasing her. 
It was easier to let her take control of things, let her do all 
the planning and just follow along.  Let her be in charge.  As Nick 
he'd had to think, as Nicola he didn't.  And as Nicola, plainly, he
delighted her.  That gave him considerable satisfaction.  

She wants me to resemble a girl, he thought to himself.  Well,
given my girl's face and hairdo, let's see if I can do the rest of
it.  He looked at himself in the mirror and struck one of the
feminine poses she'd taught him,  heels together, toes pointed
apart, hips twisted one way, shoulders the other, head tossed up
and twisted back to gaze over one shoulder, eyes wide open in
childish innocence.  It was exciting!  He didn't look too bad at
all!  In fact he found himself attractive!  There in the mirror was
a woman who was both daring and provocative!

He thrust out a hip at his image and wriggled his rear just a
little.  That felt and looked so brazen, so naughty, but so very
sexy!  He smiled at the girl in the mirror who was coming on to him
so strongly, and his heart leaped up when she smiled back.  My God!
he thought.  I'm beautiful!  That woman in the mirror is beautiful! 
I want to make her happy, even more beautiful!  Buy her something?"
He fluffed his hair and smiled at her again.

Kelly saw Nick posing in the mirror with his dark eyes never
wavering from the eyes of the woman who looked back at him, and she
smiled to herself.  "It's happening," she murmured.  

Then after a light lunch she asked him to change to a full-sleeved
blouse and a smart tailored skirt, and took him out to shop for the
"better dress" she knew he'd need for his date with Kevin.  Nicola
had learned so well that this time none of the saleswomen suspected
she was not what she seemed.  Nor any of the customers.  At one
point Nicola shared a changing room with two other women, and Kelly
was amused to hear them chattering away together while they
stripped to their slips and bras, all three trying on their dresses
and complimenting each other.  He's wonderful, she was thinking. 
He learns so quickly!  Maybe he still thinks it's a game?  Well,
he'll soon cross a point of no return and realize that it's not a
game, that it's his own life, and not too bad a life.  He'll accept
it all.  He's learning.  I mean, SHE is.  I must forget his
previous gender!  HERS!

As they were leaving one department store, Kelly was surprised to
see him pause at the cosmetics counter.  "I need to buy myself
something," he told her. 

"No problem," Kelly said, wondering what he had in mind.

He then bought a dark lipstick.  "I love this," he said.  "I will
need to wear deeper colors when I go out evenings, don't I?"

Kelly said only, "Yes, honey, of course."

"Then I'll take this.  And I'll need to change my nail color to
match.  Do you mind?"

"Not at all.  I like that shade.  It'll go beautifully with the
burgundy gown you just bought.  But won't you want a professional
manicurist to do it?"  Kelly realized that she was now talking to
her husband girl to girl.  After only one day?  "You know, about
that gown, it's so slinky, Nicola!  I'm surprised you wanted one so
form-fit and bare-shouldered.  You'll need your strapless bra when
you wear it.  What do you think will keep it up -- your figure
hasn't really come in yet."  

"Mmmmmm!" Nick replied, smiling to himself.  "You're right.  But it
did look so lovely, Kelly.  I just had to have it!"

"I suppose," Kelly assured him.  "And your figure will come in
sooner than you think."  This afternoon, in fact, she added to
herself.

It suddenly occurred to her that Nick could be playing the game so
successfully that she couldn't tell, and she looked at him sharply. 
He was carefully selecting a shade of nail polish, one manicured
hand delicately twisting little vials one after the other, the
other held up at shoulder level and sympathetically twisting
itself, palm up, registering indecision.  Nicola didn't seem to
notice what that hand was doing.  She decided that Nicola couldn't
tell either whether she was playing or not, so finally she smiled
at him.  He was getting much better at managing his purse, she saw
as he paid for his new cosmetics.

Nick was surprised when his shopping spree with Kelly ended back at
the Medical Arts building where Rachel had her office, and even
more surprised when the elevator stopped at a different floor and
they entered an office discreetly marked only with the name of the
doctor, not with his specialty.

"Why are we here?" he asked her.

"A few adjustments so you'll feel more comfortable," was all Kelly
replied.  "Just wait.  You'll see.  You'll like them."

He was about to ask what kind of adjustments when the nurse called
them into an examining room and asked him to strip to the waist. 
This was embarrassing, because Nick had to remove his water-filled
condoms in her full view.  Yet she seemed unconcerned, except to
tell him "You won't need those any more" and to take them away when
Nick tried to stow them on a little shelf along with his bra and
blouse.  "You won't need to remove your skirt, honey," she said. 
"This is a localized procedure.  Ready?"  

"Ready for what exactly?" Nick asked as he lay back and the nurse
carefully pricked an IV into his veins.  If she answered, Nick
never heard her.

He awoke two hours later still lying on his back with a clamped
sensation across his chest.  He felt tightly bound up, as if he
were wearing one of those long line bras he'd fitted and bought a
few hours earlier to go with the little basic black dress Kelly'd
wanted him to buy.  "Every girl has one," she'd told him.  "But it
needs a good foundation.  You'll need to be shaped just so when you
wear it."  He looked down and saw that he was once again wearing
the full white blouse he'd worn for the afternoon's shopping, and
that someone had refilled his condom balloons.  They were much
bigger.

"Can you sit up, baby?" Kelly asked him from a chair beside him.

"I think so," Nick said in a voice that was surprisingly higher
pitched than previously.  "What just happened?"

"Well, while you were out, they tightened your larynx just a
little.  Just enough to remove that male growl you sometimes make. 
It's a sweet sound,now."

"They did?"  Nick was horrified to hear himself squeak on that last
word.

"It's best if you don't talk right now," Kelly said.  "That squeak
will mellow out in a day or two, don't worry.  Here, let me help
you sit.  You can swing your legs over the side of the operating
table if you like."

As Nick sat erect, Kelly supporting his back for a moment, he felt
a heavy pulling on his shoulders.  His chest was gripped tight. 
Then as he moved his feet to the ground and stood tentatively, he
felt a sharp tug or two on his skin under his water balloon filled
bra.  He mentioned them, hoping there was nothing wrong.

"Oh no, they're just stitches," Kelly said.  "They'll dissolve in
a few days, about when the bandages come off."

"Bandages?  Why am I bandaged?"

"Honey, it's a surprise!  Look at yourself.  You now have the most
marvelous pair of breasts a girl can have!"

Nick looked down at his chest.  There were those bra bulges.  What
did Kelly mean?  

"The doctor made them "C" cups to maintain proportion with your
shoulders.  But they'll get bigger -- when your hormones fill them
in with your own breast tissue you'll end up at least a "D". 
That'll be quite a weight to look after, honey!  You'll need 
full support bras!  And there'll be no way to hide them behind 
oversized shirts and blouses if you ever want to go butch.  Still, 
there are compensations.  Your figure will be really stunning!"  
She smiled conspiratorially.  "You'll love them, trust me!  And 
you won't be the only one.  I will too. And we won't be the only 
ones!  No man anywhere has ever complained that a girl's breasts 
were too large!"

Breasts?  My God!  "No," Nick said weakly.  That was wrong, it
sounded as if he were agreeing with her.  He didn't mean to.  So he
said it again, louder, protesting "No!"  

It came out sounding like a delighted squeal.  Kelly smiled her
appreciation and then hushed him for the sake of his newly
tightened vocal cords.

Led carefully back to their car, Nick could think of nothing to say
anyhow.  He felt dismal.  He went home and allowed Kelly to undress
him, and he lay down carefully on their bed.  His new implants felt
like two huge sore pillows strapped to his chest.  "These breasts,"
he said finally.  "Do they come out ever?"

"Yes, of course!  In two days we'll remove the bandages and you'll
see them for yourself.  We'll have a coming out party.  Your own
supportive tissues will be growing into the implants by then,
strong enough to hold them up for short stretches, at least while
you shower.  The rest will follow soon afterward.  Oh, did you mean,
do the implants come out like inserts?  No, they're your breasts now,
Nicola.  They'll soon be all you!  Be proud of them!" 

Breasts, he was thinking.  I have no functioning balls and now I've
got breasts.  She stays well ahead of me!  How do I back away from
this?  That's one more thing I've got to think about. 

Nick was still thinking about it as he fell asleep.  

"You sweetie," Kelly murmured to herself as she saw his eyes close. 
"Now I've got you!"  She considered how much nicer Nicola was to
live with than Nick, and wondered what else she could do for her. 
Let her know right away how women feel about having breasts, that
was certain!  How women's breasts feel!  

While Nick slept, she put his hair up, so he'd be at his prettiest
when he awoke to view his new naked form.  It was just as well --
he slept for nearly two days, woke to ask for water in the sweetest
little girl voice, then slept another day.  He awoke again when
Kelly was returning exhausted from an afternoon of vigorous fucking
with a young associate from her office.  Curiosity overcame her,
and since the waiting time was well over she began to unwrap Nick's
chest to expose his breasts.

There they were, two high, proud, pink-tipped hillocks.  His figure
looked gorgeous.  A woman's!  Kelly kissed the tip of one nipple,
then the other.  The delicious erotic shock of her lips on those
nipples brought Nick fully awake.  When he opened his eyes, he saw
those large swellings of flesh overflowing his chest and filling
his field of vision.  He had wondered fitfully in his sleep if he
would wake up and find it was no dream.  It wasn't.  He had
breasts. 

My God, he thought, I have breasts!  He looked at them.  He
certainly did have breasts.  They were huge!

"You're a big girl now, Nicola!" Kelly told him when she saw he was
staring down at them wide-eyed.  "And that's a fact!  Here, sit up,
let me take down your hair and comb it out for you."  She realized
that he'd had no tranquilizers for days, and wondered how he'd
behave.  She decided to stay close.

Nick sat up carefully, lying back as Kelly heaped pillows up behind
him.  His hands moved to his new breasts.  They drooped from his
shoulders and his armpits, each in a graceful curve forming a soft,
generous pouch.  He lifted them gently and supported them, one in
each hand.  They were heavy.  

"Yes, they're impressive, honey, I hope you're pleased!  Your
nipples are still a little small," she added as she saw Nick
feeling for them between each thumb and forefinger.  "But they'll
grow bigger as the hormones Rachel injected take over.  They'll be
fine.  Touch them.  Don't they feel fine?  Roll them between your
fingers, yes, like that, it's good for them, and it's soothing I'm
sure." 

As his fingers grazed his jutting nipple tips he felt an erotic
sensation so intense he had to hold his breath.  Kelly noticed. 
Wonderful! she thought.  My girlie loves her boobs!  I knew she'd
soon see the advantages!

Almost unaware of what he was doing, Nick began to caress both
nipples.  A yearning built slowly in his chest and of all places,
in his crotch.  He wasn't sure why -- it felt comforting at first,
then pleasant, then delicious, then exquisite, and then glorious! 
His limp penis began to leak a clear fluid, and he closed his eyes. 
A few minutes later a voluptuousness flooded through him, and every
muscle in his body went excruciatingly tense, then throbbed into
relaxation.  More liquid flowed from his penis.  He gasped and
breathed heavily.  When he opened his eyes, there was Kelly looking
at him from only a few feet away, amused and excited -- her face
was flushed.  She'd just watched her lover in the throes of his
first female orgasm!  With those sensitive nipples, she was
thinking, maybe she won't need tranquilizers any more?  Just touch
her boobs and she'll follow you anywhere?

"I told you there were compensations!" she said.  "And there are
more coming!  Lie back flat and close your eyes again.  And open
your mouth wide!"  

She waited until Nick did that, then climbed onto his chest and
mounted his head, facing him, staring tenderly down at the closed
eyelids just under her snatch.  Then she slowly sank her slit onto
his nose until it was pressing deep against her clit.  She came
almost at once.  Gouts of her afternoon lover's sticky cum
slithered out of her pussy onto Nick's tongue, oozing into the back
of his throat.  Nick immediately recognized the flavor this time,
and knew what was happening, but what could he do?  He had to
breathe, so he swallowed it, and began to pool more into his mouth
for swallowing.  Now she saw that his eyes were wide open, staring
up desperately from under her mound, so she began wiping the whole
length of her slit up and down his face.  He gasped air as he
could.  Soon his whole face was slippery with her afternoon's
collection of cum, and her crotch felt as if it were sliding on
oil.  It felt so very nice, so very nice!  She orgasmed again.

With her eyes shut and her back to his new boobs, Kelly couldn't see
that Nick had resumed caressing his breast-tips with his fingers,
that his nipples were now pointed, erect, as tumescent as his prick
had once been.  In another moment he came again too.  Not much
liquid dribbled from his prick this time, hardly any, but no one
was looking anyhow.  He felt so good!  It felt so good!  He reached
into Kelly's cunt with his tongue and licked her clit eagerly. 
More fresh sperm coated the inside her labia, but Nick now didn't 
care.  He was pleased to feel her shudder and orgasm yet again, 
pressing her groin down onto his head and wriggling her cunt back 
and forth, lost in ecstasy, breathing out "Nicola, oh, Nicola, oh 
my darling Nicola" as if a mantra.  

After months of diminishing pleasure from his penis, Nick had found
as Kelly'd hoped that breasts were lovely things to play with, and
that nipples could be a source of ecstasy.  Despite himself he felt
glad he had them, and now grateful, even affectionate toward the 
woman who had provided them.  For the moment, resentment that she had
deprived him of his manhood vanished.  He reached around Kelly's
thighs and pulled her crotch closer, then pushed his mouth up into
her slot as deep as it would go and licked her strenuously.  

Her eyes nearly hooded, Kelly smiled down at him, then moaned aloud
as she began yet another orgasm.  Now he's mine, she was thinking. 
She's mine, I mean.  

And he was.  Mornings and evenings Nick licked Kelly to orgasm 
while playing with his nipples until he too felt that delicious 
shuddering seize him, and when Kelly chose to nurse at him, as she
did often, he was in heaven.  When she went to her office for even 
a few hours Nick felt abandoned.  She'd suggest he practice walking 
in heels on his own, or embellish his make-up, or try on one of the
lovely lace full support bras she'd bought him to wear under his 
new tight sweaters and transparent silk blouses, call out "Back 
later," cheerily, and disappear.  

Sometimes she went out to shop some more for him or for herself, and 
once it was to have her own hair done.  But several times she'd come
back with her face flushed and her body relaxed, and once when she
returned she walked slowly and sat down carefully, as if her rear
end hurt.  He knew where she'd been, and felt saddened.  When Kelly
noticed, she'd feel sad for him.  But her eyes would narrow
slightly, and she'd hold out her hands and open her legs and no
matter where she was she'd say "Kiss me, lover!  Now!"   

And Nick would drop to his knees and do just that.  Sometimes he'd
find himself smooching a soaked panty's crotch, and sometimes he'd
find she wasn't wearing any panties at all, there was nothing to do
but lick the moisture and suck out the fluids he found there. 
"Don't feel bad, baby," she'd murmur to him.  "Feel good.  Smile. 
Look what you can do!"  Nick would try to feel good while he was
snugged in between her thighs, his face in her crotch, but he could
never smile while he was down there anyhow.  

Yet he'd always smile spontaneously when she complimented him on
the fit of a skirt or the way he'd pinned up his hair.  And always
when she initiated their bed-time lovemaking by kissing his
breasts, then suckling them, that drove him delirious.  But his
forlorn expression whenever she left the house troubled her.  More
and more impatiently she awaited the moment of his 'bitching' as
Rachel had called it, the upcoming Saturday night with Kevin when
he'd get fucked by his own man, after which any residual jealousy
he felt about her own activities would seem unfair.  Then he'd
understand for himself how a girl felt when she was fucked, why she
wanted it.  It was only a day or so away now.  Should she prepare
him?  Ask him to cocksuck a dildo, or widen his ass with the narrow
end of a baseball bat, or anything?  

She talked it over with Rachel, who persuaded her to leave
everything to Kevin.  "Don't tip your hand, Kelly," Rachel told
her.  "It might spook him.  Despite the way you're sharing your men
with him, or anyhow the way you're sharing their cum, in his mind
he's still making love only to you, remember, not to another man. 
He's still properly heterosexual.  Don't worry, I'm giving
Kevin precise instructions and Kevin knows how to carry them out. 
He knows he'd better!  Let your ... ahh, girlfriend Nicola come
over here expecting a sociable evening, three women and one man
merely having dinner and chatting.  Then we'll see what we see."  

"Well, Nicola certainly will," said Kelly, grinning at the thought. 
She knew what Kevin was like.

"I'll give you a special happy pill to help him accept what
happens, and give him the second part of it when you get here.  
Kevin can be very attractive, but your Nicola might find his 
advances a bit threatening.  Even though Kevin's a charmer -- 
once he gets inside you, he grows on you.  You must know that."

Rachel paused.  Kelly wasn't sure how to respond, so she just said,
"Mmmmmm!"  Her thoughts drifted to Kevin's virile appearance. 
Rachel's voice brought her back.

"There's no hiding it, he's all man.  All this week I've tried to
shame him by keeping him in mini skirts and bikinis, denying him
sex of any kind but pumping him up with Viagra.  But still he comes
on macho.  I kept him out in the sun for hours in a flimsy lace bra
and hi-cut lace panties so the outlines and the lace patterns would
be sunburnt into his skin, so he'd be embarrassed to strip down to
the buff when he tries his next fling.  But he wears those markings
like military decorations.  I honestly believe he doesn't care!" 

"Very amusing, Rachel," Kelly said.  She could believe it.  "Oh, by
the way, during the last few days Nicola's breasts have grown
incredibly sensitive.  She's practically addicted to playing with
them.  Maybe Kevin should know that." 

"He'll enjoy hearing it.  He's been none too happy about this
little test of his devotion to me I'm putting him through.  You say
Nick looks quite the girl now?  That'll help.  Kevin's never
happier than when he's seducing a good looking chick, and this time
he'll be doing it not just with me knowing but at my insistence. 
Incidentally, if your Nicola can come across as shy and virginal,
uncertain about himself, that'll help too.  Try to undermine what's
left of his self esteem as a man, and build up his self-esteem as
a girl.  "

"Hers, Rachel.  Nicola isn't a man any more.  I keep telling you!"

"Whatever.  Tell him!  See you in two days.  Bye!"

That evening she began.  Nick was lying on their bed in his short
nightie, his flower-scented night-cream rubbed into his skin and
his hair up, reading "Cosmo" on how to make a man happy, wishing he
were that man.  He'd finished his other required nightly bed-time
reading, a recipe column in "Good Housekeeping."  Then Kelly
suddenly climbed on him and straddled his crotch, pressing hers
against it.  She felt hot and moist.  

She began a slow, lascivious gyration.  "I feel like a fuck
tonight," she said.  "Stick it into me, baby.  I want that hot,
stiff pole deep inside me."

Nick suddenly felt cheered.  She's changed her mind?  She wanted
him as a man after all?  Without a word he began to thrust back up
at her, hoping that this time his cock would wake up and join in. 
Ten minutes later it was still flaccid, as Kelly knew it would be. 
"Nothing?" she asked.  "How about putting it into my rear.  You've
always wanted to force that iron rod into me there!  Other men
have!"

"No good," Nick said.  "It won't respond."

"You're not a man, are you?" she said, still rotating her hips and
looking down on him.  "Are you?"

"I guess not."

"You guess not?  You don't know you're not?"

What was she up to?  "I'm not a man," Nick replied.

"And?"

"I know it."  Nick felt defeated.

"No.  And you never were much of a man.  I sometimes thought that
prick of yours was no more than an elongated clit.  It wasn't true,
but that didn't matter now.  "Did you know that the night before we
were married, when you were at your bachelor party putting dollar
bills into a strippers G-string, my girlfriends arranged a lineup
of guys for me as a kind of farewell to serious fucking?  So I'd
have some real cocks to remember once I was stuck with only yours
for life?  I pulled a train with them.  Boxcars!  Twelve of them!"

Nick knew he'd always been adequate for her.  She was exaggerating. 
Mocking him.  But maybe there was a tinge of truth to it anyhow? 
Maybe that was why she'd done such passionate yearning and grasping
and moaning whenever they made love?  Because he wasn't satisfying
her, so she was always reaching for more?  His crotch now felt
shriveled under hers.  She rotated her twat on floppy skin.

"You really are useless, aren't you.  As a man."  She waited.

"I guess so.  I mean, yes, I am.  Useless."  He felt that way.  It
was exasperating, lunging up at her, unable to plug himself in!  He
felt so useless!

Then she reached for his breasts, each hand gently cupping each, a
finger lightly touching and then lightly caressing each nipple.

"But you do make a wonderful girl.  Pretty.  Sweet.  And it feels
better being a girl too, doesn't it?"

She pinched each nipple gently, her freshly oiled fingers closing
and opening on then like a baby's mouth.  Then she leaned forward
and began to suck on one.  It protruded into her mouth, tumescent. 
She paused.  "Doesn't it?  Much?"

Nick was in heaven!  "Yes!" he said breathlessly.  "Oh, yes!  Much
better!"  Now he could feel a stirring in his own groin!  Not that
he was any harder, but the feeling was deep and unmistakable.

"You feel like a woman right now, don't you!  How does it feel?"

"Good," Nick gasped.  "Marvelous!"

"No, I mean does it feel like a man or a woman?"

His prick felt nothing.  But his nipples now felt like tall, proud
miniature penises rising from the mounds on his chest.  Glorious! 
Glorious!  "Like a woman!  I feel like a woman!"  The deep feeling
in his groin and his heart rose toward a crescendo.

"You're glad you're a woman now, aren't you?  Tell me!" 

And as he peaked and the tip of his penis lubricated clear fluid
under Kelly's crotch, and his body tensed into ecstasy, and he
cried out "Oh, yes, I'm so glad, I'm so glad, thank you, thank you
Kelly!  Ohh, ohhhh!  Sweetheart!"

"Remember that," Kelly told him as the orgasm passed and she felt
him relax.  "Don't even dream that you're a man.  You're a woman! 
And now it's time for you to give me my good night kiss, isn't it? 
No, you know!  Woman to woman!  Love me, Nicola!  Love me!"  She 
slid forward, and Nick rapturously pushed his face into her quim.  

He actually did feel like a woman this time, lapping Kelly's clit
and smothering it with kisses.  He did it so gently, delicately! 
All of the fluids inside Kelly were Kelly's.  So sweet!  He sipped
them from her with his pursed and puckered Raspberry-red lips,
looking up into Kelly's serene, loving eyes. 

As they fell asleep in each others' arms she murmured.  "My sweet,
dear Nicola.  It does feel good to be a woman, doesn't
it?"

"Yes," Nick said, half asleep.  "Yes, it feels very good!"

"There's lots more coming, sweetheart!  You'll see!  I want you to
know all the joys of being a woman!  All of them!  You'll thank me
afterward, the way you thanked me just now.  You'll see!"

"Yes,"  Nick said.  He was too drowsy to wonder what she meant by
it.

end 8/10

VickieTern@AOL.COM

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