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From: vickietern@aol.com (VickieTern)
Subject: {ASSM} Car Talk by Vickie Tern 2/2 TG femdom wife
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Date: Tue, 26 Oct 2004 05:10:03 -0400
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Car Talk by Vickie Tern 2/2


-Oh my!  Where indeed?  I haven't been in this part of town
recently.  What are those lights?

-A mall.  A kind of night town mall.  Open all night.  No one ever
took you here?

-No.

-Well, I've been.  No stores at all.  Just bars and places to dance
and restaurants and a few theaters.  And a motel.  An entertainment
center for singles and swingers, I suppose you could call it. 
There's what they call a health club for tanning and massage,
crammed with luscious girls and muscular guys, all very solicitous
about your body.  I've looked in.  A unisex brothel.  But who'd use
it I can't imagine - there are always plenty of available men and
women strolling around the mall, looking each other over.  No man
ever leaves empty handed, and no woman empty anywhere.  You may
want to try your luck here when you're finally fully functional.

-Is it safe?  For a lone woman, I mean?

-Ask Donna, she's comes here often enough.  I've been only a few
times, it seems safe enough.  A girl's safety isn't so much a
matter of what happens while you're here, it's more who you leave
with.  Donna's had some bad experiences, but she doesn't seem to
mind.

-Margo, I've noticed that about Donna.  I can't say she spent a lot
of time mourning the end of her marriage.  I mean, for months now
I've been going to lunches and exhibitions and galleries and shops
and so on with that group of your girlfriends you introduced me to,
lovely people, women who know both of you, and while there's little
said about you and it's all affectionate, I've often heard a lot of
gossip about Donna and her various men.  

-That's Donna!  She sees various men.  Just like Bruce and various
women.  Honey, girls talk!  I can't shield you from it.  I'm glad
you enjoy their company.  Because how else can you learn how to be
a girl except by being one, joining in all the gossip and giggling
and good sense too?  

-I like them.  I enjoy being with them.  They're always
complimenting me for something, my suit, or blouse, or a necklace. 
Always something.  And then I feel good about myself.  So I do the
same, and we all just glow at each other!

-Yes.  They tell me you're so sweet that you fit right in with them
almost immediately, that now none of them think of you as anything
other than one of them.  They don't ever bother remembering you're
still my husband.  Just the other day Meredith was chatting with me
and she mentioned a time "when you were still married," that was
what she said, those exact words, as if I wasn't married any
longer.  You were there, you heard her, you remember?  I reminded
her that I was still married and that my husband was sitting right
next to her.  She just looked at you and giggled.  I remember that
distinctly.  

-So do I.  I didn't know how to take it.

-Where did you two go off afterward?

-Shopping.  She had a date with some guy she wanted to get into
bed, and since you'd reminded her that I'm a former guy, she wanted
my opinion about which negligees were more likely to get him
breathing hard, and also  hard elsewhere where it mattered.  She
spent hours modelling some very alluring items.  I began trying
things on too, and ended up buying a few very pretty things.  A
whole set of thongs, for example.  In all sorts of colors.  You've
been encouraging me to show myself off more, so I figured why not?

-I'm glad.  You do have gorgeous buns now, baby, so why not indeed? 
Toss all your panties.  Sooner or later you'll want to show off
that ass of yours to some man, and a thong leaves nothing to the
imagination.  It gets them hard and keeps them hard.  But how did
you suddenly become an authority on erections?  It's been some
time, hasn't it?  Didn't that ability disappear even before the
rest of your manhood?

-Oh, I still get excited, Margo.  I even still remember what it was
like to get off by poking into you instead of the way have to do it
now, by asking you to find me some gay guy who's willing to nibble
and tongue and suck on a soft penis until I get to feeling tense
and finally the thing leaks into his mouth.

-It isn't only gays, sweetie.  I still enjoy nibbling on you now
and then, don't forget that.  Your thing is like a clit now, after
all, and I want you to like it when your clit is licked.  Anyway,
it isn't as if you don't get poked yourself these days.  All sorts
of men have used you the way I do with my dildo.  And you've told
me how good they feel.

-True enough.  Lots.  But mostly they cum too soon, before I do,
and then they get soft, so I never do get off that way.  Mainly I
let them fuck me as a way to thank them for a lovely evening, if
I've had one.

-Well, that's what it is to be a woman, honey.  Men can be so
selfish sometimes, so concerned with their own pleasures.  Welcome
to the sisterhood.  But by this time tomorrow you'll have no more
such problems unless you want them.  And by this time next month
you'll have been fucked in as many places as the rest of us, and
you'll probably be getting the same satisfactions too.  Dr. Miller
is very good, and she does say you're a near-perfect candidate. 
She's the one who suggested we castrate you a few months ago, get
your hormones right, and she says that your empty ball sac is now
perfect for constructing your outer labia.  So it'll all be a
single operation instead of one big one and then a follow up.

-I'll still be able to feel, won't I?  I do want at least to feel
what you feel.

-I've told you, your penis won't be removed, it'll only be turned
inside out.  All the nerves will be left just where they are. 
What's different will be that you'll feel your orgasms through your
whole pelvis, even in your breasts, like a woman, not just in your
cock.  And you'll have as many of them as you want because they
won't depend on having something to squirt.  When a man gets into
your new vagina, sweetheart, if he's a considerate man you'll find
yourself in paradise.  And if he's a hard-drivin' man you'll love
it even more.

-You know, Margo, I don't understand.  You did this to me - I mean,
you made me consent to live like this, persuaded me I mean -
because Penny once used me and then tried to blackmail me.  But now
you don't mind my getting fucked by other men, gay or straight. 
You don't mind that kind of infidelity?

-No, dear.  The infidelity that started all this was sex with
another woman, not with another man.  I can easily understand
wanting to have sex with other men.  I often want that myself.

-Yes, but I told you, I wasn't conscious when ....

-And we'll soon both be having sex with other men in abundance, so
I'll scarcely have good grounds to complain about yours.  That's
one reason why I've been so impatient, waiting for you to complete
this past year of living and working as a woman and getting all
your hormones in order, and filling out your figure, and persuading
those two psychiatrists you've been seeing that you really are an
eager candidate.  Fulfilling all those RLTs and HRTs and dysphoria
certifications the surgeons insist on before they'll give you a
vagina too, so we can be equals in every respect.  So we can each
be married women who enjoy sex with men in exactly the same ways. 
So there can be no complaints either way.  

-I see. Is that what you intend?  You never mentioned it before.

-You never noticed?  You didn't hear me complain when you began
going out with Jim, or Earl, or Kevin, or that hairdresser you met
at Roseanne's, did you?  Those gay men you've been dating?  No,
just the reverse, I wanted you to enjoy yourself with them!  You
know that!  That's why I went to all that trouble to find them and
introduce them to you and help you get ready for your dates with
them, and why I always asked you afterward how things went, and why
we hugged each other and giggled and exulted when you told me
everything they did, and you did with them, why we felt so good for
each other afterward.  I'm looking forward to lots more such
sessions like that with you, when all the straight men in the world
are also available to you as partners because at last you've got
all the proper places to put them.  It'll happen a lot more often. 
That's when I'll tell you everything about me too.

-You haven't told me anything.  Not even hinted, until now.  I know
you go out sometimes when I'm out, but you've never told me where
you go or with whom.  Nor what you do when you're with other men.

-You see?  Even now!  No, I'm not with 'other' men, honey.  With
men, yes.  I don't say anything because I don't want to upset you,
that's all.  Face it, sweetheart, you're a woman now, not a man. 
More than most!  You've been a woman ever since I cut you off from
any chance you'd ever be anything else.  You've never fully
accepted that this is for life, that you need to settle in and
accept what you are and try to be all the woman you can be, because
that's all you ever will be.  And here you are still thinking about
me as if you were a man.  Worrying about 'other' men.

-I'm sorry.

-Honey, it gets oppressive.  I know you feel miserable every time
you hear me flirting with men on the phone even though you do it
too these days.  It makes me so unhappy you feel that way that now
I only talk to them where you can't hear, so you won't ever know. 
You keep thinking that somehow you'll get back to being a man when
I change my mind about wanting to live with you as a woman.  But
I'm never going to change my mind.  And you'll never get back. 
Even when those hormones shriveled your testicles and they had to
be removed, even then you kept thinking there's a road back.  But
there isn't.

-Margo, don't you ever want to be married to a man again?

-Oh, honey, ever is such a long time from now.  Donna and I did
agree fairly early that getting married was probably a mistake for
both of us.  But we do believe that marriage is for life, that you
make your commitments and you stand by them.  I do, anyhow.  And I
know Donna would have stayed married to Bruce despite his
tomcatting if he'd been willing to do what you've done.  Instead he
ran off.  

-Margo, you never told me it was a mistake.  That you regret our
marriage.

-I suppose I didn't.  I loved you, I still do, I still don't want
you ever to feel unhappy.  I suppose what I regret isn't that I'm
married to you.  I love being married to you.  The security of it,
the serenity, the tranquillity of sleeping alongside someone you
feel so tender about.  Its so lovely, so utterly relaxing, my
darling.  No, what I found I missed was everything else.  The
tantalizing excitement, the thrill of anticipation in your belly
when you're getting ready for a date with some new man, wondering
what it'll be like this time, how provocative you'll feel when you
get really close to him, when he leans over you, what will come
into your hand when you reach into his pants.  I wanted that again. 
But I didn't want to be unfaithful to you.

-You didn't want to be unfaithful to me, Margo?  Do I hear you
right?.

-You heard me, Melissa.  I didn't.  And I wasn't.  Not until you
were.  

-Oh.

-Then, yes, I was.  Now and then, I suppose.  But I always saw to
it that you had partners too.  And you certainly know now that it
isn't necessary for us ever to end our marriage.  All that's needed
is for you to stop thinking and acting like a man.  To stop trying
to be a husband.  To become a woman who lives with another woman in
a companionable marriage.  That's what we have and always will
have, I hope.  Companionable.  It's so much nicer than the other
kind.

-I see.  With 'the other kind' your husband got in your way?

-Honey, it was never your fault.  Not my husband but his misplaced
testicles got in my way.  They kept giving him all sorts of wrong
ideas about where he and I were with each other and what we each
needed.  I had to get rid of them.  So I saw to it that they were
zapped with hormones.  You swallowed each and every pill,
suspecting that would happen.  Didn't you?

-Yes.  I thought ....

-Then when you started being my girlfriend your balls were too
intrusive physically too.  Don't you remember that resort we went
to after we finally had them removed?  How your tight pants and
bikinis finally fit perfectly, how attractive your crotch was?  How
men were swarming all around you?  How you showed off your new
smooth mound along with the marvelous cleavage you'd developed by
then?  Oh, my!  You know, you were meant to have a figure like
that, honey.  Think of it, your breasts went from nothing to a C
cup in only six months.  And look at the size of your nipples!  And
their sensitivity!  A few hormones, and presto, a new woman is born
full blown!

-I remember that resort.  They were all singles.  I thought when we
arrived there you were telling me something about us, that now that
I lacked balls we were no longer married.  That we were like all
the other women there, each on our own.

-We always will be married, but in a way, we weren't any longer,
you're right there.  And it did you good to be on your own.  That
was where you had your first special experience with a man, wasn't
it?  Where you finally sucked your first cock?  Whose was it again,
that blonde guy Dennis?

-Yes.  It was Dennis.  Dennis's cock.

-I never asked you about it, honey.  Why Dennis?  Was he that
handsome?  Was it that well-shaped?  You couldn't resist?

-Margo, I couldn't not suck it!

-You felt that passionate about a cock?  Sweetheart, how wonderful
for you!

-No, I mean after spending all last year dieting I found that
Dennis was twice my weight and size!  He was built like a bull! 
You went off with that Steve somebody, I forget why, to look at
something or other, and you blithely told me to stay out of
trouble, and you winked at me and actually left the two of us
alone!  In our own hotel room, so I had nowhere to go to get away
from him!  I had to do something!  He was all over me, feeling my
breasts and trying to suck on them, and doing it, too.

-And at that moment, weren't you glad you had them?  And that Steve
and I were somewhere else?

-I was, I can't deny it.  But he was reaching toward my penis,
what's left of it, and he was trying to push his finger into my
pussy.  And he couldn't find it, because I don't have a pussy!  I
was so afraid of what he'd do to me when he found that out!  

-Oh, sweetie!

-I tried to deflect him toward my ass the way you told me I should
when it first plumped out and men began to notice it, when you got
me those tight stretch skirts and pants and prepared me with your
strap-on.  But he wasn't interested.  So luckily I thought of going
down on him.  And just in time.  I had to bring him off twice
before he quit reaching for my crotch.

-Oh, my poor baby!  You gave your first head, and you never told me
you felt threatened!  It wasn't good for you?

-No, it wasn't.  My jaw ached - his cock was huge, built like the
rest of him.  And God, the cum in his balls?  I nearly got sick
swallowing it.  The second time he sent out as much as the first. 
I thought he'd never quit spurting the stuff.  I was sick to my
stomach all the next day.  And the whole time you were somewhere
else with Steve.  

-"Now I do feel terrible, honey.  My dearest girl needed me and I
wasn't there for her!  Can you forgive me?

-Margo, I did forgive you.  What else could I do?  I needed you.

-It hasn't been that bad since then, has it?  I mean, sucking cock
hasn't made you sick since then, has it, honey?  That would be
terrible, if it did.  I mean, taking men in your mouth, making them
moan, bringing them off, that's one of life's great pleasures for
a girl.  You've never mentioned that you don't like it.

-No.  It's just that Dennis's cock was my first, that's all.

-What does that mean?

-I got used to it, Margo.  One cock is very much like another.  I
like sucking on them now.

-But you didn't enjoy it right off?  

-Sometimes.  Sometimes I enjoy it a lot.  It depends on the man.

-Honey, I don't mean to pry, but you've always given me the
impression that you loved it from the outset, that you can't ever
get enough of it, and I've never thought otherwise until now.  So
now I'm feeling a little guilty.  Because I did deliberately set
you up with Dennis that time.  I met his friend Steve in the bar,
and he asked me who the chick was I was with, and I ... I invited
the two of them up to our room for a drink because I thought you
might like to feel how it is to be a chick and have men come on to
you and all over you.  That's all I intended.
 
I've sucked lots of cocks since then, Margo.  It's no big deal any
more, don't worry about it.  You don't give head yourself?  From
what you've said ....

-If it's reciprocal, if the man is licking my pussy at the same
time, yes, certainly.  I won't go down on my knees to any man, the
way you do.  But ....  Well, that won't be a problem for you any
longer, sweetie.  You'll soon have lots of options, sixty-nining
the best of them.  And here we are at last.  I'd better leave you
here at the main entrance, and then I'll head on home - I have a
long drive ahead of me tomorrow.  You're on Dr. Miller's list, just
give the hospital receptionist your name and they'll take care of
the rest.

-Margo, I ....

-There's no turning back, honey.  And no standing still now either. 
Sooner or later some heavyweight Dennis won't settle for just a
blow job and will feel his way down into a disaster.  We both know
it.  Do it.  That's final.

-Yes.  All right.  I can see that.  What name should I use?

-Melissa of course.  Because that's who you are.  One of my friends
is a lawyer - by the time they discharge you, a complete woman at
last, you'll have a court order changing your birth certificate,
driver's license, bank accounts, school records, social security
records, everything except our marriage license.  That we won't
change because it would invalidate our marriage, and I want to stay
married to you forever and ever.  Because I love you, my darling
Melissa, now more than ever, especially for doing this for me, for
believing in me.  I do love you!

-I love you too, Margot.  But I can't help ....  Are you sure ...?

-Mel, honey, just get out of the car.  There's nothing more to say
or decide - it's done.  The moment you swallowed the first of Dr.
Miller's pills, the moment you sat down in Rosanne's chair, that's
when you stopped being a man.  You just didn't know it.  All the
rest has been learning how to be a woman and accepting it.  This is
the end of your journey.  So don't loiter here with me.  Walk into
the hospital and grasp your new womanhood with both hands!  It's
all been arranged.  It's yours.  You've earned it!  You know I'm
right.  That's it.  Out you go.  But first one last kiss.  Mmmmm,
lovely.  Now, what's wrong?  Forgot something?

-That bag on the back seat?  That's supposed to be for me?

-Oh, yes, I forgot!  It's a few things you'll need, toothbrush,
make-up, a pretty nightgown for receiving visitors, you know.  Oh,
of course, one more last thing too, honey.  I'm told the night
receptionist is someone you know.  Don't be too surprised when you
see her.

-Who?

-It's an incredible coincidence.  But when she saw your name on the
list for admission tonight, she called me to ask if it would be all
right, you wouldn't be too upset when you saw her.  I told her you
were a big girl now and not to worry about it.

-Who?

-The one woman in the world more responsible for your being here
than any other, except maybe me.  The one who helped me set you up.

-Margo, not ....

-Yes.  Penny.  

-Penny!  Margo, for God's sake.  She's the one who ruined our
marriage, or tried to.  She's the one who .... you set me up with
her?  Bruce and me?

-Yes.  It wasn't all her fault.  Not really.  I guess you should
hear the rest of the story now.

-I haven't heard enough?  She date-raped me and tried to blackmail
me and Bruce too and then lied about it to you and Donna!

-No, dear.  Just to you.

-But ... but why?

-It's quite simple.  I've already told you.  Donna and I love our
marriages, I certainly do, but we also love the fun of dating other
men.  We wondered how you two would feel about it, and we guessed
that neither of you would be willing to go along.  And I guess we
were right.  Bruce was never faithful, but he wouldn't extend the
same privilege to Donna.  And you believe absolutely in fidelity -
you needed to be turned inside out before you'd be willing to allow
me a few outside adventures, or anyhow, you'd need to be made
helpless to stop it.  That took a little maneuvering.  And tomorrow
it'll take a little surgery.  Then it's done.  And all's fair, then
we can then both of us be as unfaithful as we wish, and we can each
tell the other all about it.

-How ...?  What ...?

-Oh, sweetheart, you look so astonished!  I meant to tell you when
I got back from my convention and you got out of here a complete
woman, fully ready for the rest of your life.  But now's probably
just as well.  It wasn't really difficult, baby doll.  I mean, when
Donna and I decided we wanted to ... ahhh ... open our marriages to
other men, Bruce was already fucking Penny on weekends.  So Donna
threatened to divorce him unless he set you up with Penny in a
compromising way.  No problem.  Bruce got you drunk, using that old
Calkins deal as an excuse, that's what there is about Bruce - ask
him to do something, he gets it done.  When you sobered up, you
poor darling, you heard me inform you that I couldn't trust you
ever again unless you became a woman.  And you bought that
argument!  Well, sort of.  Enough of it for me to get you
accustomed to the rest.

-You tricked me?

-Penny helped, of course.  Then all on her own she tried to get
herself a promotion by blackmailing both of you, threatening to
tell the very wives who'd set the whole thing up with her.  Bruce
didn't like that, and he'd finished his affair with her anyhow, so
he got her fired.  So she came to us and threatened to tell you
that the whole thing really had been a set-up.   I don't know what
you'd have done with that information, maybe divorced me, more
likely felt bewildered and hurt and done nothing.  But Donna and I
agreed that Bruce had been unfair, that Penny didn't deserve to be
fired for showing a little initiative when she tried to blackmail
the two of you.  So we pulled our own strings and got her this job
with the hospital.  After all, we owed her.  Then Donna tried to
get Bruce to do what you were already doing, start becoming a
woman, on threat of a divorce because of his previous affair with
Penny - she now had all the videotapes after all.  He wouldn't, so
she did divorce him.  And here you are, and there's Penny.

-And that's how I became a woman?

-You made all the key decisions yourself, baby.  It's all been by
informed consent.  And it isn't too bad, is it, sweetheart?  Half
the world are women all their lives.  You don't feel cheated, do
you?  I've tried to make it as wonderful as possible for you. 
That's why I introduced you to Jim and Earl and Kevin, all the
handsome gay men I know, and also to my favorite girlfriends, and
all of them are now your girlfriends too.  And you yourself turned
out to be so beautiful!  You do enjoy looking at yourself, doing
your hair and make-up and so on, choosing your outfits, I know
that, I've seen you at the mirror.  You love being a girl, now that
you're a girl.  Can you deny it?

-No.  But I ....

-Sweetie, we're way past all points of no return.  There's no
reason to object to any of it, or resent any of it, is there?  I
was a little tricky with you, I know that, and I'm sorry about it
and I'll never do it again.  But it was all for love, all because
I wanted it all but I didn't want to lose you.  And I haven't.

-Let me understand this, Margo.  Clear and plain.  All this has
been so we can stay married while you date other men?  Is that what
you're saying?

-Oh, sweetie, don't look so fretful!  I haven't dated 'other' men
as you call them.  Not yet!  Not many, only a few, maybe a half
dozen tops.  Nowhere near the number you've dated already!  And
when they discharge you from here completely cured, no more
residual manhood, we'll double date all the time, that's a promise. 
Now give us a kiss, and we'll both be on our way.  Oh, don't be a
frump.  Here, pucker up and I'll lean out the window.

-Oh, Margo!  Oh!  If I ....  Oh!

-Don't you know it?  Mmmmm, that's so much better!  I do love you,
sweetheart!  I really and truly do.  Now, take good care of
yourself.  If you need me any time during the next two weeks, I'll
be staying at Bruce's, this convention's in Cleveland, did I
mention that before?  I am so looking forward to it!  He's no
longer Donna's, but he's still a man, and unlike you he's never
doubted it, and no one will ever talk him into thinking he'll ever
be anything else.  He's all man, just incredible!  You remember,
you saw him screwing Penny for a half-hour after she'd screwed you?
Well, honey, you missed most of it, that was only the last half-hour.
He's really is something!  I may not be able to get out of bed the
whole two weeks I'll be with him!  Or afterward either.  I may not
want to.  

-Margo, what have you ...!

-Don't look so strange, sweetie, you'll get your turn at him, I
promise you.  It's funny, in a sense he's already been screwing
you, all year long.  We all have been, one way or another.  No one
will ever be so thoroughly fucked!  But for all that, you're the
beneficiary.  In two weeks you'll emerge from here transformed, a
complete woman!  And if there's anything in the world better than
that, you tell me what it is!   

-Margo!

-Bye now.  Say 'hi' to Penny for me.




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