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Subject: {ASSM} MMMMMM by Vickie Tern 9/10 TG Femdom
Date: Sun,  8 Dec 2002 20:10:05 -0500
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Mmmmmm! by Vickie Tern, 9/10

                            ix.

The next morning when Kelly was in her study on the phone talking
to her office and Nick was sitting at Kelly's make-up table, now
theirs, brushing his hair its hundred daily strokes, he noticed
that there was a new framed photo of an unknown man next to her
mirror.  It was exactly where she'd once kept one of him until one
of their fights, when she'd trashed it in a rage.  He studied it as
he pulled the brush through his hair until it shone and curved
prettily to frame his jaw line.   A large, handsome man wearing a
windbreaker and an open-necked polo shirt, grinning out of the
frame at Nick with a superb self-confidence, as if to say "I can
take you anywhere!  C'mon!"  It was signed "Yours forever, Stan."

Nick's heart sank.  So this was Stan.  The well-hung Stan, whose
cum he'd sucked out of Kelly's twat that day when his appearance
had been altered into a woman's, his hair and his face feminized. 
His rival for Kelly's affections.  No, he had no rival for her
affections, she'd said so repeatedly.  His rival for Kelly's body.

If this is the kind of man she's with now, I'm not his rival, he
thought.  I'm out of the running.  I can only be a woman when I'm
with Kelly now.  This guy's her man.  Him and a dozen others.  Was
she joking when she said she might ask me to suck his dick?

He glanced into the mirror.  There was Nicola, looking neat and
well-groomed, rather lovely with those large eyes.  Maybe add a bit
more mascara to my dyed lashes?  he thought.  He glanced back at
Stan's photo.  "C'mon, woman," the face told him.  "Mascara, then
suck my dick.  You'll love it!"  

He wondered what it would be like, sucking a man's dick.  That
man's.  It seemed repellent.  How did girls do that kind of thing? 
The same way he sucked Kelly, he supposed.  He supposed that girls
feel different about cocks.  And who was he to talk?  He'd
swallowed several men's cum by now, and he no longer minded.  What
was the difference?  He looked again at Stan's grin.  "Aren't you
glad you're a woman?" Stan asked him.  "So you can imagine you're
sucking my dick?"

Nick's impassioned answer to Kelly last night echoed in his head.
Yes, he heard himself say.  I'm glad I'm a woman.  He felt so cozy,
remembering how his breasts had turned to liquid joy as he'd gasped
that out.  But he was a man, still.  Wasn't he?

"Well then?" Stan said to him, grinning.  Nick had no answer.  He
finished stroking his lashes with his mascara wand, stood, and went
downstairs.

Kelly got off the phone and came in for the coffee Nick was
brewing.  "Oh, don't you look nice," she said.  "Something special
happening today?"

"No, I need the practice.  You told me to practice.  Nothing more
than that.  Except, Kelly, why did you ...?"

Kelly knew exactly what he was going to ask.  

"I knew you'd notice!  Isn't he a hunk?  That's Stan, you already
know him, don't you!"  She licked her lips and looked at
him as if sharing the intimate memory.  "Baby, I've got to go to
the office for a few hours this morning.  I'm so excited -- I'm
being called to take charge of a case that's going to trial in
California.  Me and the man in that picture, Stan.  Isn't he
dreamy?  Remember how he tastes?   He'll be coming along as my
associate counsel to help me do everything I can't do by myself. 
We'll be together the whole time!  Three weeks at least, starting
Monday.  Jealous?"  

"Kelly, I know I can't ...."

"Of course you can, Nicola.  All you have to do is set your mind to
do it.  You can have men like Stan too any time you want them! 
You're an attractive woman, and it isn't that hard to seduce a man! 
You've got no reason to feel jealous just because I've got a good
looking guy to fuck and you can't fuck a man the regular way! 
There are other ways." 

Nick was off balance again.  

"I tell you what, honey.  There's no time like the present.  You go
into my study -- I've just lined the walls with pictures of the
guys I've got on call right now -- no need to hide them now that
you know all about them.  Look them over.  See if you can decide
which of them might be your type -- the same way you were deciding
which dresses and lingerie and skirts were 'you' when we went
shopping.  A girl has to learn to make her own choices.  Think
about what you'd like to do with each of them.  Look at each face
and imagine yourself kissing it.  Imagine that face kissing you. 
Imagine giving each of them a hand job.  Or a blow job.  Can you do
that, Nicola?"

Nick was silent.  Kelly was feeling marvelous, gloating, as she
continued.

"Imagine each one of them caressing your breasts, making you feel
just marvelous, heavenly.  And doing other things too to make you
glad you're a woman."

Oh, God, Nick was thinking now.  How can I ever look at any
photograph of any man ever again?  Or even look at a man?  What is
she doing to me?

"Now, the picture over my desk is Rachel's husband Kevin.  We'll be
having dinner with them tonight.  Look him over!  He's quite a man! 
A man's man!  Pay special attention!"  And with that Kelly was gone.  

She was pleased, as she drove the Lexus to work.  Nicola would be
so busy fighting off Kelly's suggestions he'd be obsessed with them
all day!  By evening, sex with a man wouldn't seem strange at all. 
Rather, it would be like shopping for a brassiere and a blouse,
scary the first time, but after a while only oddly pleasant.  Maybe
I will have her suck off my guys soon, she was thinking.  I don't
do blow jobs, they know that, but even so they're always asking for
them.  Nicola might love it after a few days of daydreaming about
those guys.  Who wouldn't?

When Nick finished his coffee, he walked into Kelly's study and
examined each of the men on the wall in turn.  These were his
rivals.  He tried to hate them.  But each was grinning at him so
personably!  They each liked him!  Without realizing it, his hands
crept up to his nipples and began to stroke them.  He grasped and
lifted his heavy breasts through their brassiere, then touched
their tips again through his blouse.  He looked at Kevin, over
Kelly's desk.  A strong, rugged face with eyes that were playful
yet calculating.  A crooked smile.  "Hi, beautiful!" Kevin said.
Nick caressed his breasts some more. 

The morning passed.  When he stood up, he realized that his penis
had dribbled so much cum that his panties were soaked.  Since he
was already dressed as if to go out, in a sweater and skirt and
flats, he'd decided he'd go buy himself a packet of sanitary pads
-- Kelly had advised him he'd need them sooner or later --
ultra-thin supers to tuck into his panties to blot up horny
discharges before they could stain his skirts.  He'd leaked and
leaked while looking at pictures of Kelly's men, her stable of
stallions, and from feeling himself up while imagining himself with
each.  What was wrong with him?  A minute later his eyes were
closed as his fingertips raced over his pointed nipples again.  Now
he was imagining what it might be like to be fucked by them, any of
them!  To feel their warm semen squirting deep inside himself.  
Maybe he should buy some tampons too?  He wondered  what it would 
feel like, inserting one into his bum.  He'd try, just to see.

That evening as Nick came from his scented bath and began to dress
for their dinner at Rachel's, Kelly noticed the sanitary napkin
he'd tucked into his panties.  "You went out today to get those?"
she asked.  "On your own?  That's a first, isn't it?  Was it fun? 
Where did you go?"

"Only to the drug store.  I needed a few things."

"Well, tuck a few into your purse."  She smiled to herself -- after
tonight she'll need tampons, she was thinking.  "Tuck in a few
tampons too.  Did you buy any?"

"Yes."

Kelly's eyes widened.  But she said nothing.  Another first!  Then,
"Anything happen?  Did you enjoy being a girl in public?"

"Yes.  People were very nice.  Women looked at me and smiled, and
men tried to be helpful.  It was very pleasant."

"Good looking men?" Kelly wondered if Nicola's fantasying about
those photos had had any effect.

"One was," Nick said.  And he actually blushed!  Well, really!

"That's just lovely," Kelly said, satisfied.  That was quick! 
Could it be the hormones now rushing around in her bloodstream? 
"You know the Lexus is mine now, don't you.  Our other deal is off. 
I don't think you'll have any problem being nice to my friends from
now on.  You're one of us."  

The thought amused her, so she repeated it.  "My mean-tempered
husband is now one of us, one of the girls.  Isn't that nice?"  

She hooked a pair of chandelier earrings into her ear lobes, and
then selected some rhinestone drops for Nick's ears.  Then changed
her mind and chose some buttons for Nick instead.  Kevin looks like
a man who'll grab a girl's ears who goes down on him, she was 
thinking.  If he takes hold of Nicola's ears roughly while she's 
blowing him, and then he head fucks her, she could tear an ear lobe. 

She saw that Nicola had selected her strapless burgundy cling dress
for the evening, not the basic black.  That'll really show off her
boobs, she thought.  She really does like them!  I'm glad.

"Oh, I forgot, Rachel wanted me to be sure you take this pill an
hour before coming over.  It'll make sure you feel all right now
that your hormones are fully kicked in.  Not nauseous or anything."

"I haven't been nauseous at all since she put those needles and
things into me," Nick replied.  Nick was wary of Rachel's pills,
with good reason.  Kelly hadn't fed him any tranquilizers in
days, trusting that his pleasure in his breasts would keep him
peaceable.  So far it had worked.  But he guessed that this one was
preliminary to something Rachel had waiting for him at her house. 

"Well, whatever you get to eat tonight, you'll want to feel good 
about it, won't you?  This'll help.  Open up!"  

She popped the teeny white pill into his mouth, and he walked off
in his new heels to get a glass of water to help swallow it.  He
has nice legs, she thought idly, watching his hips undulate toward
the bathroom.  A happy pill, she called it?  I wonder what it does?

It seemed to put Nick at peace with himself.  As Kelly drove the
Lexus toward Rachel's for dinner and Nick's deflowering, Nick just
sat there clutching his purse in his lap with a small smile on his
face.  When she pulled into Rachel's driveway Nick looked at the
low, treed-in ranch house and said, "How very nice.  Where are we?"

"Rachel's place.  She's invited us for drinks and dinner, remember? 
She wants you to meet someone.  Didn't I tell you, Nicola?"

"Maybe, I don't remember."  Nick wondered what Rachel might have in
mind.  More pills?  More shots?  His clingy burgundy dress came
down almost to his ankles, reminding him to swivel his rear and
swing his legs out as he emerged from the car.  It felt so coy
somehow, that gesture, yet so ladylike!  He settled the skirt back
onto his figure unobtrusively as they came to Rachel's front door,
with a cute little wriggle of the hips Kelly did not fail to
notice.  She probably doesn't even know she did that, Kelly thought
to herself.  As they waited for the door to open, she turned to him
and said, "Are you the loveliest woman you can be?"

"Of course I am, Kelly."  What was she up to?

"No, Nicola, say it and mean it!"

Nick conjured up the woman he'd seen in the mirror just before he
left their house, an attractive blonde wearing the dark lipstick
and the nail polish he'd bought her.  He persuaded himself that he
really was what she seemed to be.  Because he was!  I am that
woman, he told himself.  I made that reflection.  Then Nicola told
Kelly,  "I'm the loveliest woman I can be.  Really I am, Kelly!" 

"Good," Kelly replied. She was impressed despite herself.  Nicola
had been utterly sincere.  "Remember that while we're here.  If you
doubt it, pretend you believe it, and you'll believe it again soon
enough.  As long as you know you're a girl, you'll enjoy yourself
tonight."  

"That's nice."  Nick wondered what Kelly was up to, but it sounded
all right.  Not worrisome.

When they rang the chimes, the door opened immediately.  Rachel was
standing there with Kevin just behind her.  She took Kelly's hand
and immediately led her away into the living room, leaving Kevin
standing directly in front of Nick.  "Hi," he said with the same
easy crooked grin Nick had seen in the photograph over Kelly's
desk.  "I'm Kevin!  You're Nicola, of course.  I've heard a lot
about you!  You're much prettier than I thought you'd be!"  He took
Nick's hand in greeting and then didn't let it go.  

In fact Nick was prettier than Kevin had expected.  He'd assumed
he'd be dealing with some overweight, large-faced man wearing drag
and an inappropriately long wig, like those transvestites on the
television talk shows.  This girl -- this Nicola really did look
like a girl -- wasn't petite, but she was sort of cute anyway! 
Face a little long, but her eyes were huge, doll-like, and staring
straight at him.  Maybe this wouldn't be the ultimate punishment
he'd expected.  It might even be Rachel's reward to him for wearing
all those dumb girl clothes all week without protest.  If he could
keep thinking that this Nicola was a girl, this evening could be
great!  

His grin broadened.  "Dynamite dress," he said, staring at Nick's
bare shoulders and enlarged bosom.  They were real, more or less? 
All hers?  Rachel had told him he could fondle her anywhere, she
wouldn't come apart.   Unbelievable!

"Thank you, Kevin," Nick said.  He was a little frightened.  The
man was as handsome as his picture and coming on strong, projecting
a physical force Nick had never felt before.  What was it Kelly 
had said, that I'm no match for her men, that I shouldn't even try?
Give up thinking I'm up to it and settle back and be her girl?  

Nick looked at Kevin.  Or his girl?  He imagined kissing his face,
as he'd been doing all day with those photographs.  That face
kissing him.

And he didn't object when Kevin took him around the waist
familiarly, as if they were already lovers, and led him into their
living room to where Rachel was setting out drinks.  Nor when
Kevin, behind him again, grasped his bare shoulders gently as if
presenting Nick to the two women.  He felt breath and then lips, 
and bristles -- was this man actually kissing his neck?  My God!
A shiver went through him.  Through the thin fabric of his dress, 
Nick felt the man's groin pressing against the cleft of his rear, 
and then felt a hard bulge.  An erect cock?  His eyes opened even 
wider.  He didn't know what to do!  What did women do when men do 
that to them?  He stood there.  Kevin pressed the bulge deeper 
between Nick's buttocks.  Nick just stood there.

Rachel looked at the two of them amused, holding a tray of wine
glasses already poured.  "Nicola!" she said to Nick with a
welcoming smile.  "You've changed since I last saw you!  You look
wonderful!  I love your dress!  I see you've met my husband, isn't
he marvelous?  Do sit down and have a drink!"  

She looked carefully at the tray for a moment, selected one glass
set a bit apart from the others, held it to the light as if to make
sure of something, then handed it to Nick.  "Here," she said. 
"You'll like this.  Basically a sherry, but with something added to
give it more body."

At that moment Nick understood he'd been set up.  Maybe because of
that pill Kelly had given him earlier, he wasn't worried.  Maybe
it'd even be fun, like a birthday surprise.  He saw that Rachel and
Kelly were standing and watching him with interest, waiting.  Kevin
still held him gently by his bare shoulders.  He took a sip.  It
was sweet, with a heavy sherry flavor, but something else too. 
Syrupy.  Cherries?  He took another sip.  He weaved for a moment,
and felt Kevin guide him into a soft chair.  "Drink the rest,
honey," he heard Kelly's voice tell him gently.  His wife.  He
trusted her.  So he did.  He didn't remember putting the glass
down.  He found himself seated.

"Will she remember afterward?" Kelly asked Rachel.

"Oh yes, that's the whole point of it.  Little moments at first,
highlights, then almost all of it, but only tomorrow when the drug
clears her system.  Now she'll know only the present.  She has no
past and no future to worry about, and what happens in the present
will be up to Kevin.  She'll be responsive but unaware where things
are going until afterward, when they've become memories. Then
she'll know.  Pleasant memories we hope, but more important they'll
be irrevocable memories.  Satisfactory?"

"Perfect," Kelly responded, looking affectionately at her lovely
husband, who now sat with a blank though wide-eyed expression,
looking at each of them in turn, listening to their talk without
comprehending.  The two women then picked up their purses.  Kelly
then looked at Kevin, now standing alongside Nick with a hand
resting possessively on his shoulder.  "Remember, be gentle with
her," she said to him as she and Rachel headed toward the door.  

"Don't worry," Kevin replied, looking at Nick's face carefully,
wondering if those pretty, plump, perfectly made-up lips were
smudge-proof.  He had no problem believing she was a girl.  "Have
fun, you two!"  

They paused and took one last look.  Kelly had made reservations at
Les Halles for herself and Rachel and, though Kevin didn't know it
and Nick was beyond knowing, two of Kelly's most devoted men.  That
was how Kelly planned to take her mind off her husband's initiation
into the joys of womanhood, his "bitching."  When she next thought
about it it would be done.  

Rachel was double-dating with Kelly for a different reason.  Though
she was mostly faithful to Kevin, mostyly, she expected absolute
fidelity from him but rarely got it.  After his aborted attempt on
her receptionist she'd tried to humiliate him by putting him in
dresses, but had obviously failed.  Now she was trying to mate him
with a man.  But from the way Kelly'd described her husband, she
suspected that would be no ordeal for him at all.  The man was
ready to fuck anything in a skirt!  So Rachel had already decided
she needed an additional way to avenge herself, and Kelly's last
minute offer of a date struck her as just right.  She'd even the
score with Kevin and at the same time enjoy herself.

"Take your time," she told Kevin.  "No hurry.  This Encounter
Therapy Session we're attending will keep going until
everyone feels illuminated or quits exhausted.  So Kelly tells me. 
We'll be back some time tomorrow morning."

Kevin nodded, then bent to kiss Nick on the lips.  It felt
wonderful to Nick, who responded by wrapping his arms tight around
Kevin's neck to pull him closer, and by opening his mouth.  He was
a woman!  It felt like with Kelly in the early days, but this face 
kissing him had bristles.  And the neck and shoulders were strong, 
muscular.  Nick whimpered just a little.  He felt so helpless, 
yet as Kevin pursed his lips on Nick's mouth and thrust his tongue 
inside, cherished.  Nick closed his eyes and sucked on Kevin's 
tongue as if it were a nipple.  Glorious!

Kelly watched from the half-open front door, her mouth a little
ajar.  "Do you have any more of that wine?" she asked Rachel, awed. 
"I might want to keep her that way for the rest of her life!"

"C'mon!" Rachel said.  "They have their arrangements and we have
ours."

As the door closed Kevin was still kissing Nick, but also tenderly
caressing the tips of his abundant breasts through his dress's thin
fabric, and Nick was moaning slowly. 

"Would you like to suck on something else, honey?" he asked mildly. 
"Other than my tongue?  Something bigger and juicier?" 

"Yes, I would," Nick replied, barely aware what Kevin meant.  "But
you'll have to show me how."

Kevin sighed.  Rachel had stipulated that during the night he would
have to suck Nick's cock at least once, if he wanted to earn her
forgiveness.  She'd assured him that it would be like sucking a
length of linguine, that Nick'd prick would never again get erect,
though it might ooze a little.  "It won't be like a regular blow
job," she assured him.  "But I want to know even so that my strong,
manly husband has given another man head.  So I can tell you or
anyone else any time in the future that my dear husband
sucks cock, and you won't be able to contradict me.  Once a
cocksucker always a cocksucker, right?  That's also why I
want you to fuck him.  So the word will get out to all the women
who admire you that you poke it into other men.  We'll
see how they feel about you after that."

Kevin didn't care, now that he'd seen Nick.  This Nick -- I mean
Nicola -- is a hot piece of ass, he'd told himself.  I can suck
him.  Any man can.  Just pretend that it's an elongated clit.  
It probably is by now, whatever those women have done to it.

"Don't worry, honey," he told Nick.  "I'll show you what to do. 
I'll do it to you and you'll do it to me.  You'll love it!"

Nick smiled.  He felt reassured.  

                         ***************

At daylight, Nick opened his eyes and found himself naked, cuddled
against a hairy wall of a man, his cheek resting on the man's
stomach, his hand closed around the man's long, limp cock as if it
were his own.  The man was still asleep, breathing regularly with
a slight snoring exhale onto Nick's cock.  They'd fallen asleep
sucking each other yet again.  It felt so cozy!  Earlier that same
man had sucked on his breasts, first one, then the other, kneading
and stroking the nipple not in his mouth, while Nick writhed in
delight, and in fact screamed aloud several times.  That felt so
good too!  Then as if a light had winked on, Nick suddenly recalled
a joyous moment when the man -- yes, his name was Kevin -- had said
yes he would love to push his long fat prick back into Nick's back
pussy yet again, a third time was it?  But this time with Nick on
his back and his legs high over Kevin's shoulders, not like last
time doggy style.  It had been wonderful, those exquisite, rich
sensations pouring out from his rear, soaking through his entire 
body!  Feeling himself filled full, fulfilled, over and over as 
Kevin pulled his magic wand out until that bulbous purple head
almost left him, and then thrust it back deep into his awaiting
emptiness, an accumulating sweetness, a sumptuous delight
accompanied each push until finally Nick was overcome with joy and
his whole body clamped tight, then melted away.

And he'd fainted?  No, in a profoundly loving gratitude he'd crept
down to lick and suck and make immaculate that spent cock that had
brought him such pleasure yet again, and there he'd fallen asleep.
And there was more!  They'd each awakened several times.  Images flashed
across Nick's memory like a slide show. It had been a long,
beautiful night.  The best in Nick's whole life!

"Mmmmmm!" he murmured as these recollections swept over him.  He
pulled his head closer to the cock in his hand and kissed its tip. 
It grew in his hand, and he soon found himself again pulling his 
lips up and down on it, sucking, trying to move it far
back, deep into his throat so he could put the whole of it inside
him.  He swallowed that cock and down it went, then up again
with a breath, then down, and again and again until it thickened
and Kevin pushed his groin against Nick's face and lurched
repeatedly, and Kevin spewed jets of cloudy sperm directly into his
mouth, and once again Nick tasted cum pure, unadulterated by
Kelly's fluids.  How many times this past night?  Then Nick
swallowed that long meat again as it squirted directly into his
belly.  

Nick pulled back as the last throbs subsided.  He wanted more of
Kevin's cum on his tongue, its flavor, its slick sweetness, before
Kevin pulled out altogether.  His throat felt well-coated and used,
as raw and stretched as his -- he suddenly came aware --
still-leaking asshole.  It was such a good feeling!  He wanted
more!

"My God, Nicola, don't you ever quit?" Kevin said from somewhere
near Nick's crotch.

And with that, Kevin's cum still smeared on his lips, Nick
remembered who he was and what had happened.  All of it.  Too late
to do anything about it.  The only thing he could do was remember.

And remembrance fell on him like a house.  He had been a wanton
slut, a rapacious, hungry whore, a girl eager to make her man
happy, and he'd been that way all night.  He'd done everything! 
And everything that could be done to a girl had been done to him! 

But he wasn't a girl!  He was Kelly's husband!  The man who'd been
delighted to infuriate Kelly, to try to crush her to his will,
until she'd tired of fighting back and neutralized him, neutered
him, made him the man who was destined to replace Janet, her
lesbian lover, as her new lesbian lover.  Now a girl who'd pleased
Kevin?  Why did he feel so deeply satisfied to be that girl?  
What had happened to him?

He looked up toward Kevin's face, and realized he didn't care. 
Kevin looked at him, twisted, did a quick push-up on the bed, and
then sat up.

"Well, buddy," he said.  "I see that stuff those women have been
feeding you has worn off.  You feeling like yourself again?"

"I don't know," Nick replied.  "I don't know who I am."

"Well, sweetheart, let me tell you who you are, because our wives
never will.  You're Nick, a real sonofabitch who alienated just
about everybody, who became Nick the castrated pussy whipped sex-slave
to his wife, who has just spent the night as Nicola, a whore for me 
so we could both feel humiliated.  You got it?"  

"No," Nick said.

"Because we don't feel at all humiliated.  We both just had a ball
-- you are the best lay I have ever had, by far the most eager
to make me feel good.  So I do feel good!  Terrific!    And I know
from all the moaning and squealing and grunting, those noises
you've been making all night, the way you look right now, 
you're feeling pretty good too.  Talk about 'the lineaments of 
gratified desire'?  They're written all over the way you're 
sprawling there with that expression on your face.  Am I wrong?"

Nick knew immediately that Kevin wasn't wrong.  This was a man he
could trust to tell it like it is.  He liked him.  He sat up
straight and suddenly realized that his breasts were naked,
drooping slightly.  But full, tempting, he could tell by the way
Kevin's eyes were drawn to them.  He suppressed a silly impulse to
cover them -- after last night they were as much Kevin's as his. 
Let Kevin be tempted!  He suddenly realized that his hair was a
mess.  Oh, my God!  With both hands he began fluffing it up and
then smoothing it down in back.

"I guess we all want to please anyone who pleases us," Kevin said
a bit smugly, watching him.  "You're a real doll, Nick.  I mean
Nicola.  I like you a lot!  But look, we need breakfast.  You
haven't had anything to eat since yesterday, apart from nibbling on
my meat half the night, and the only part you ever got to swallow
was the gravy, though you sure seemed to love the flavor.  And 
I'm hungry.  After what they've done to your cock there wasn't 
much left for me to nibble.  Your breasts are bigger than a lick 
and a promise, I've got to admit it, but they aren't really 
nourishing either.  So take down one of Rachel's things from 
her closet over there and let's go rustle up some coffee or eggs 
or something."

As Nick slid off the bed to look for one of Rachel's wraparounds,
Kevin suddenly reached an arm around him, drawing him close,
cupping one of his breasts and then kissing him full on the lips. 
His heart leaped up and began to pound with delight!  But why? 
This was perverted!  This was a man!  It came to Nick that was the
very reason, because Kevin was a man and he was now a woman, and
that Kevin cared for him, wanted him.  He placed his palm on
Kevin's cheek gratefully and kissed him back gently, full on the
lips.  "You sweetie!" he said.  Kevin beamed.  Nick kissed him 
more passionately, and they were again off and running.

"So why did you want to do this to yourself, honey?" Kevin asked
him as they sat in a sunny breakfast nook just off the kitchen,
sipping a second cup of coffee with their jam and muffins.  "Not
that I mind!  In fact I didn't expect anything like you, not at
all.  I want to see more of you.  Get to know you!  Did you always
want to be a woman?  I've got to tell you, in some ways you're a
better woman in bed right now than Rachel ever was, or even your
wife for that matter."

"My wife?  Kelly?  What do you know about her?" Nick asked
him, preening a little at the compliment, pleased to tease him. 
"You once made a pass at her, and she ignored it?"

Kevin looked at Nick, amused.  "No, honey, she didn't, not exactly. 
We know each other real well."

end 9/10
VickieTern@AOL.COM

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