by: Simonne Danielle
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| Rating: Rating: X Add Review Added: 05/23/2007 |
| Complete: Complete: yes |
| Synopsis: Who says a girl can't get lucky when she meets a shy guy in a gay bar? Especially if that guy has been carrying around a deep, dark secret for most of his life! |
| Categories: Crossdressing / TV Femdom, Authoritarian She Males |
| Keywords: Appliances Attached Breast Implants Hair or Hair Salon Long Finger Nails Petticoats and Crinolines Use of Sex Toys Very High Heels |
How Lucky Can One Girl Get
By: Simonne Danielle
© 2007
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SYNOPSIS:
Who says a girl can't get lucky when she meets a shy guy in a gay bar?
Especially if that guy has been carrying around a deep, dark secret for
most of his life!
CATEGORIES: Cross Dressing/TV; Femdom, Authoritarian; She Males
KEYWORDS: Appliances Attached; Breast Implants; Hair or Hair Salon; Long
Fingernails; Petticoats and Crinolines; Very High Heels
AGE CATEGORY: Adult 26 - 55
RATED: X
COMPLETE: Yes
How Lucky Can One Girl Get
By: Simonne Danielle
© 2007
Guys can be so dumb! I mean, here I am offering Alex everything he always
wanted and he goes and gets all self-conscious! How many times and how
many different ways do I have to tell him that it's okay with me if he
wants to wear one of those sexy dresses he has stuffed in the back of his
closet or even wear one of his pretty nightgowns to bed. Hell, I wouldn't
care if he wanted to go out in full drag to that T-Girl gay bar where we
first met!
I had never met a crossdresser before I met Alex. The night I met him we
were both a little drunk. My girlfriend had dragged me to the club. I
wasn't all that jazzed about going to a gay club. When she told me what a
kick it was to party with drag queens it struck a nerve. So I decided to
tag along. Oh, Alex wasn't in drag but all his friends were.
Some of them were obviously 'Working Girls' vying to corral any one of a
number of guys looking to get lucky. Most were boys who simply loved
dressing in drag and becoming women for a few hours before going back to
their day jobs as mechanics, accountants, office workers, or whatever. A
few were truly transgendered, hoping with all their hearts to someday
raise enough money to complete their transition. In any event, the sight
of all those queens cavorting around the club; dancing, flirting, and
carrying on like yuppie, twenty-something girls really turned me on!
I first noticed Alex dressed in his Levi's, western shirt, and cowboy
boots with inch and a half heels. He was dancing with this outrageously
dressed queen. She towered over him. He wasn't all that big to begin
with. In truth he was about the same size as me. And I'm only five-three
and a petite hundred pounds. I like running marathons and, for thirty-
one, I'm in terrific shape. I was dancing with my girlfriend when Alex
crashed into me. I went sprawling on my butt. Before I could get myself
together and pull my skirt down Alex was grabbing my hand, helping me up,
and apologizing all over the place. It didn't escape my notice that he
took a very long and lingering look up my skirt!
I knew it wasn't his fault. That Amazonian queen had been twirling and
spinning him like they were the only ones on the dance floor! When he
offered to buy me a drink I accepted. As we stood at the crowded bar he
leaned over and whispered, "I love your panties. They're gorgeous!" His
coquettish voice had an almost embarrassed tone.
"Huh?" I wasn't sure I'd heard him correctly.
"I said, 'I really love the panties you're wearing. They're gorgeous!'
That's all I said." He spoke so softly...almost a whisper. The
embarrassed look on his face told me he wasn't used to being so candid.
No guy had never commented so candidly about my undies. It was a subject
which only came up with the sales girls where I shopped and with my
closest girlfriends. Even in the dim light of the club I could see his
face turning red as a beet when he realized what he'd said.
I looked him straight in the eye over the rim of my martini glass and
demanded to know, "Which do you like more, my panties or me?" For some
reason, maybe it was his embarrassment, I saw him as very vulnerable. I
like vulnerable boys. I gave him my most seductive pout.
"To tell you the truth," he said, avoiding direct eye contact, "right now
I like your panties more than you."
Harrumph! My pout had never failed so miserably. He scrambled to clean up
the mess he was making...
"Hey," he went on, "I don't even know you! I don't even know your name!
But I sure know those panties! I have a pair just like them. So naturally
I like them more than you. Then again, anyone who has the same taste in
lingerie as me can't be all that bad."
Can you believe it? Here's this guy who had just set me on my very cute
ass admitting he likes my panties more than me and talking about the two
of us having the same taste in lingerie! Okay, so we were in a gay club
and we were surrounded by dozens of glamorous drag queens. I shouldn't
have been all that shocked.
As I was appraising this predicament, my girlfriend found us at the bar.
I gave her the 'look'...the look which said 'I'm going home with this
guy. You're on your own!' She got the message loud and clear and politely
excused herself.
Alex was cute. Way too cute for a guy. In my heels I stood a little
taller. His frame was petite. As I looked him up and down I figured he
was maybe a size six. I started laughing out loud when I realized that I
had just thought of him in terms I would use to describe another girl.
"What's so funny?" he asked defensively. It was clear, even in my
alcohol-induced fog, that he was more than a little drunk. His slurred
words told me so.
"I never met a guy who wears girl's panties. Or a guy who thinks it's
cool that he has the same taste in lingerie as me. That's all. And, I was
thinking you're about a size six. By the way, my name's Linda. Now you
know me."
"Alex...my name's Alex. Sure I know your name now. But I still don't
really know you." He was starting to slur a little more.
"Alex, if I told you that the image of you wearing a pair of
panties...maybe a pair of my panties...is getting me very excited, would
you feel like you know me any better?"
"I've never told that to anyone! I don't know why I'm telling you," he
stuttered.
He was 'officially' embarrassed! His cheeks, his ears, his nose! They
were as red the fire-engine red satin bikinis I was wearing. I kind of
liked the look. I think he realized how sloshed he was getting. He turned
away and looked over the dance floor.
"Oh c'mon! Don't be so shy, Alex. You're in this club, after all. I think
it's cute!" I was trying to soothe him, to keep him from panicking, to
keep him talking. For some reason I didn't want to let this fish wiggle
off the hook. I grabbed his elbow and turned him to face me.
"Oh my! Let me take a wild guess. You're wearing a pretty pair of panties
under your jeans, aren't you? It's okay with me if you are...really, it's
okay. You can tell me." I reached for the waistband of his jeans and slid
my fingers inside. He jumped like I'd zapped him with a Taser. I held on
to his jeans. He didn't have the strength or the coordination to yank my
hand away. I shoved my hand further inside the rear waistband of his
jeans and, sure enough, he was wearing a very silky pair of panties. I
could even feel the lace trim on the waistband. This was getting real
interesting!
"Cut it out!" he squealed...like a girl.
I moved my hand lower to his cute butt. His jeans were so skin-tight I
could barely maneuver. I wiggled my fingers against his panty-covered
butt. "Alex, they sure feel as silky as mine! Are they the same color as
mine, too?"
The embarrassment was killing him. If I didn't have him by the ass, he'd
have surely bolted. I gripped his chin and forced him to look at me.
"Well?" I demanded.
"Y...ye...yes. They are! Are you happy now?" He was quivering all over!
There was a look of pure fright on his face! I was certain he'd never
been confronted so boldly by a stranger, especially a female!
I know it was the alcohol talking. I could feel the buzz. I learned into
him and whispered in his ear, "I don't know why, but yes, I'm happy now.
The only thing that would make me happier would be to see your pretty
panties. You've seen mine. Fair's fair!"
With my hand still buried inside his jeans I led him out of the cub
towards the parking lot. "C'mon Sweetie, I've never seen a guy in panties
before. Make this girl even more happy!"
I had arrived at the club late so my car was parked in the farthest
corner of the lot. It was dark and it was isolated. I opened the
passenger door and had to help him climb into my SUV. I hit the 'child-
proof' lock and shut the door. I wasn't taking any chance that he'd skip
out. I climbed in behind the wheel and moved both seats as far back as
they'd go.
"Okay, Honey, show Mommy Linda your pretty panties!" I was undoing his
belt and jeans as fast as I could. He tried to put up a token resistance
but I got the definite impression he preferred a woman who took total
control. It was like he was used to it. I grappled with his jeans and got
them down around his knees.
"Ooooh Baby! They're sooo pretty. Just like mine! And the same brand!
We're like twins!" I hiked my skirt to show him. Oh, he was embarrassed
alright! And equally excited! His erection was enormous! His panties
could barely contain it! As for me...well, let's just say that I was
soaking wet! He hadn't even laid a hand on me, and I was soaking wet!
"Look what you're doing to me, Alex. I've got a river running out of me!"
I grabbed his hand and placed it between my thighs. I rubbed it up and
down against my silky crotch. That did it! I creamed like I'd never
creamed before! Seconds later I creamed again!
I raised his drenched fingers to my lips and licked my juices off of
them. "Mmmm, tastes sooo good! Wanna try some?" I shoved his fingers in
his mouth. He licked my juices like a puppy dog. There was enough light
that I could see the wet spot spreading across the front of his panties!
God, he had cum without even being touched! This guy was hot! I was ready
to go out and buy him a dozen pair of panties! And to think I had been
reluctant to come out to a gay bar!
"I think I had a little accident!" he moaned. His embarrassment was
dripping from every pore. His excitement was dripping from just one pore!
"Alex, that was no accident! If wearing panties and seeing mine gets you
this hot and bothered...what would happen if I got you all dolled up in
one of my dresses, my pretty lingerie, maybe even a pair of my nylons and
a sexy garter belt? God, you'd be a walking sex machine! Can you walk in
high heels?"
"Don't tease me like that, Linda. Oh god, why'd I have to go telling you
all this stuff?"
"Who's teasing, Honey. I'm taking you home with me! Just as soon as I get
the windows defrosted!" I giggled. He groaned!
********************
We got to my house in record time. The whole way there I kept his hand
trapped between my legs. I made him keep his jeans down around his knees.
I kept my free hand firmly latched on to his once-again rigid
pole...except for when my hand got so wet I had to lick it. I've always
been a bit of a cum-slut! I love swallowing and hate wasting a single
drop of that delicious pearly nectar! He tasted sooo sweet! God, he
tasted sweeter than anyone...ever!
Naked, he was even tinier than he looked in the dark club. He had no body
hair. For some reason, that seemed like a definite plus. He put up more
token resistance when I handed him one of my favorite nightgowns. It was
red. Just like his face! Red seemed to be the running theme tonight. I
didn't want to spoil the mood.
"You know you want to, Alex. Just put it on! And these clean panties,
too! No arguments!"
He meekly raised his hands so I could slip it on him. The stretchy lace
bodice looked a little funny with nothing to fill it out. But the silky
gown flared deliciously from the empire waist to his knees. I held a
fresh pair of satin panties at his feet. My look told him I wasn't gonna
take no for an answer! He stepped into them. He was shivering! It was a
little cool in the house. The air conditioning had been running all day.
My gut feeling told me he was shivering more from embarrassment than from
the room temperature. I handed him a silk robe. He slid into it and I
tied a big, fluffy bow in front with the three inch wide satin belt.
"You must be a swimmer or a cyclist the way you keep your body shaved so
smooth!" I teased, as I caressed his legs. "Let's see if you can walk in
heels, Alex!" I got a pair of mules from my closet and placed them at his
feet. He stepped in without even having to support himself. Three-inch
heels! This guy's had some experience! I made him walk around the room.
He didn't even trip on my plush carpeting!
"Unzip me, Alex. Help me get undressed. Then we can both relax in our
pretty nightgowns." His fingers were shaking but he managed the zipper on
my dress and the clasp of my bra like he'd been doing it all his life.
Duh! Another one of my blonde moments! He probably had been doing it all
his life!
I gave him a long, lingering look at my naked bod! I pirouetted and posed
in the sexiest way I knew how! He couldn't take his eyes off the pretty
emerald-green satin chemise I was dangling from my index finger! "Like
what you see, Sweetie?"
"It's gorgeous...I mean, you're gorgeous..." He trailed off, more
embarrassed than ever!
"You like my gown more than my body! Do you even like girls?" Dumb me! I
hadn't even considered that he might like guys more than girls! Or maybe
he didn't like girls at all!
"I haven't been with many girls," he whispered sheepishly. "I mean I like
girls. At least I think I like them. I like you."
"Well, that's a step in the right direction, anyways. You did like the
taste of my love juices! I think you taste divine!"
I thought he was gonna have a stroke. He was so red-faced. God! He'd
never had a girl talk to him like this! Still, for whatever reason, I
thought he had potential. "Let's have a drink, Baby." I wanted to keep
him toasted and off-balance.
One nightcap later and I had him dancing to slow, romantic music.
Naturally, I led. Two nightcaps later and I had my tongue half-way down
his throat and my hips grinding against his rod through the layers of
silk and chiffon. Three nightcaps later I had him on his knees lapping
contentedly on my vagina. His tongue was amazing! He knew exactly how to
use it! I was tingling all over! I must have gotten off a dozen times! He
didn't even ask me to reciprocate!
When my vagina couldn't take anymore, I pushed him onto the couch and
straddled his face so my butt hole was covering his mouth. Not a peep of
protest! He did what I expected. He jammed his tongue into my special
place! It felt like a tiny penis ramming in and out of me! I lowered my
head to his crotch and gobbled his nine-inch rod. He had cum so many
times I knew I'd be able to enjoy the delectable goody for as long as I
wanted. And I did! We must have sixty-nined for thirty minutes!
He finally gave me the load I craved once I jammed my finger in and out
of his tight little hole like a jack-hammer! Oh god! He likes it up the
butt! After we caught our breath and while we sipped on yet another
drink, my imagination and my lust got the better of me.
"Honey, I have the most delicious ten-inch 'friend'! He's pink. He has
thick purple veins. He has a huge mushroom head that drives me wild. He
can even vibrate! Would you like me to use him on you?" I was probing his
'little girl' hole with my index finger.
He nodded wordlessly in the affirmative and moaned a soft mewling moan.
****************
I reached into the drawer of my nightstand. His eyes bugged wide when he
saw my little friend! I handed it to him and he held it lovingly against
his cheek. He was no stranger to plastic peckers...or even the real deal,
as far as I could tell.
"Would you like to suck it, Baby?" I cooed. "It's okay if you want to. Go
ahead! Do it!" I wanted to watch him suck the ten inches of pure pleasure
I used whenever I was alone and horny. Which had been all-too-frequently
lately. As he raised it to his lips I had the most yummy thought.
"Wait, wait! Before you suck on it let me do something!" I was on a
mission and as randy as I'd ever been.
I grabbed it from his tiny hand and lewdly rammed it inside my vagina. I
rammed it in and out a half-dozen times, making sure it was slathered and
dripping from tip to root with my love juice. I handed it back. "Now he's
ready for you! Show him how much you love him, Alex!" I was giddy from
this whole kinky scene! The very idea of this lovely creature sucking a
penis fresh from my vagina was driving me nuts!
He didn't disappoint! He lapped at that ten-inch monster like a pro! He
denuded it of all my slick juices and replaced them with his own saliva.
He reached under his nightgown and scooped a finger-full of his own
pearly goo. He slathered that over his new lover and began sucking in
earnest!
It was my turn to be bug-eyed! He was actually deep-throating my
'friend', my 'when-I'm-all-alone-lover', my 'company' on those long,
lonely nights! He started moaning lust-filled moans as he slid the entire
ten inches deep into his throat. He looked at me and smiled...he actually
smiled...as he pumped it in and out of his throat. I looked down at his
crotch. As impossible as it seemed, his dong was even bigger than it had
been. And it was drooling...drooling like a leaky faucet!
He finally took it from his mouth and handed it to me before laying back
on my bed and spreading his legs invitingly. "Ooooh Baby!" I cooed. "I
get it! I know what you want! You little slut! God, you are one hot
bitch!"
I gripped the dildo and dipped it into the puddle of pre-cum pooling on
his tummy. It was all the lubrication we needed. It slipped so easily
into his tightly puckered hole. He helped by bucking his hips and
scootching down so that it penetrated his pootie to the max. I bent over
and lapped the puddle of cum from his tummy before wrapping my insatiable
mouth around his rock-hard nine inches! I suckled and slurped and rammed
his dildo home until he finally shot as much goop as I'd ever had the
pleasure of swallowing at one time! This little girly-boy is a cum
machine with a capital C!
I started to ease the ten-incher from his pootie ever so slowly. I was
exhausted. He was exhausted. He was so exhausted he could barely gasp,
"No! Linda, please no! Don't take it out! Just leave it inside me! It
feels wonderful!" How could I resist accommodating him?
We fell asleep in each others arms. It was the most blissful sleep I'd
had in a long time! I remember having the most delicious dream. A dream
in which I was out clubbing with my 'new girlfriend' Alex. We hooked up
with two of the most gorgeous Thai queens at the club and whisked them
off for a lust-filled weekend in Bangkok!
****************
It's been two weeks since we met. As exciting as that first night of
passion had been, the last two weeks have been equally as boring! Sure,
we've been hooking up most nights. We've gone to dinner, to movies, even
bowling. I've tried every way I know how to bring up the subject of
Alex's crossdressing fetish and how much that first night turned me on.
All he does is get red-faced and change the subject. I've slipped my
hands inside his slacks to see if he was wearing panties. All I felt was
cotton Jockey's! I've worn my shortest skirts and given him sexy peeks up
my skirt! Nothing! It's driving me crazy! I've got to come up with
another plan!
We had just gotten back to Alex's place after several hours of drinking
and dancing at his favorite gay bar. I was pretty toasted and more than
prepared to throw down the gauntlet; to give him an ultimatum. I had just
changed into one of the prettiest nightgowns I had brought from my house
and which I kept hanging in his closet. A delicate baby-doll, cut on the
bias, with the cutest lace trim at the bodice and hem. Of course it was
red silk with matching sheer panties.
"I have a matching one if you'd like to wear it, Honey. Or, you could
just wear one of yours," I said in my most seductive purr.
He was drooling over my nightie; fingering the lace tickling my thigh.
"Alex, we had sooo much fun tonight. I love watching you dance with all
those cute queens. I can read you like a book! You're just sooo
transparent!"
"Transparent? What're you talking about?" He was beginning to quiver as I
guided his hand over the silky skirt of my nightie.
"Oh, come on! The way you were staring at those sexy T-Girls and carrying
on with them! I couldn't tell what you wanted more...to get into
them...or to get into their clothes!"
I must have struck a nerve cuz he turned away, all embarrassed and
everything.
"It's okay, Honey, you really don't have to be shy with me. Remember two
weeks ago when we met. You sure weren't shy that night!"
"That was different. I was drunk!" he whined.
"Maybe so. But we both know how much you love pretty things, silky
things, lacey things. And you know how much it turned me on to see you
wearing my nightgown. Admit it! I can't take much more of this!"
"Much more of what?" Good! He was getting even more defensive.
"Much more of your B.S. denial. Much more of your changing the subject
every time I mention it. Much more of those stupid cotton Jockey's you've
been wearing. Even tonight...at the club...you didn't have the guts to
wear a pretty pair of panties! You're pretty pathetic, if you ask me!"
I was on a roll. Alex was cowering like a defenseless little girl!
"Here's the deal, Alex. Either you wear one of your pretty nighties to
bed tonight or I'm outta here! That's not all, either! You start wearing
some of those pretty dresses and everything you have stashed away or else
we're through! And another thing! I know you'd like to bring one or two
of those pretty queens home to play with. Maybe you already have! Honey,
I don't mind! I'd love to join in!"
"Are you serious?" he asked with a dumbfounded look on his face.
"As serious as a heart attack! Make up your mind...and make it up right
now!"
He just sat there, his head hanging down like a whipped puppy. I started
heading for the door.
"No! Wait! Linda, don't leave!"
I turned back to him. I grabbed his hand and led him to the bedroom.
"It's show and tell time, Missy! Let's see what you've got hidden away in
this closet!"
****************
For the next couple of hours I forced him to drag everything out of his
closet, his dresser, his bathroom! I was astounded at the sheer volume of
girly things he owned. I was even more astounded at the exquisite taste
he had. Evening gowns, dresses, skirts and tops; all from top designers.
Haute Couture of the first magnitude! The finest lingerie I'd ever laid
eyes on! And cosmetics that would make Max Factor envious! It was sheer
exhaustion that made me call a halt to the fashion show I was forcing him
to put on.
"You can show me the rest tomorrow, Honey! I'm beat and it's three AM!
Let me pick out a couple of nighties and let's go to bed. Besides, I'm
sooo horny!"
I have to give credit where credit is due. Once I got him off the dime,
he really got into it. He was so proud of his wardrobe! Everything was
the latest and trendiest. He even told me with pride how he donated his
cast-offs to charity. Hell, I would have gladly worn any of his cast-
offs!
We climbed into bed wearing the prettiest chemises; him in red and me in
black! You could have knocked me over with a feather when he pulled a
ten-inch strap-on out of his nightstand! He looked at me sheepishly as he
handed it over.
"I bought this yesterday," was all he whispered.
I didn't need a second invitation. I'd never worn one before but figuring
out the maze of straps and buckles wasn't rocket science. Once I had it
settled in place with the smaller, precisely curved probe pressing
urgently against my clit he went down on me like he was possessed! The
tube of K-Y wasn't necessary. His saliva was all the lubrication it took
for me to ram the monster home! And with each thrust of my hips the
vibrator imbedded in each end was set off!
He could have gone on for another hour or two. He kept screeching and
squealing, "Ooooh baby, fuck me! Fuck my pussy! Give me that big cock! Oh
yes! That's it, you stud! Don't stop! Don't you dare stop!" As I listened
to his girly squeals I realized that, for the first time in my life, I
was having lesbian sex! Beautiful, tender, exciting, mind-blowing lesbian
sex!
I finally collapsed on top of him. I didn't even have the energy to pull
out. When we woke up at two PM the next afternoon I was still buried deep
inside his love hole. After I shook the cobwebs from my brain I realized
that he hadn't even fucked me. I know I came at least a dozen times! The
crusty remnants on his tummy and chest and on our nighties told me he had
cum at least as much as I had!
****************
My ultimatum had achieved its intended goal. Once I had let the monster
loose Alex was unstoppable! The natural woman inside him seemed to
completely take over his persona. And the natural woman was as feminine
and girly as any girlfriend I had ever known! It was as if Alex had
vanished from the face of the earth and been replaced by this gorgeous
creature! "She' was an absolute delight to be with!
That night we went to the club...as two of the most gorgeous babes god
ever created. It was 'her' idea; 'she' wouldn't take 'NO' for an answer!
The best part is that we're the same size...size six...I had guessed
right that first night we met. Alex loaned me a spectacular cocktail
gown.
The red, full-skirted lace dress flared it out to its fullest with a
three-tiered chiffon petticoat. The fitted bodice lifted and squeezed my
boobs to almost porn model proportions. I had rarely worn garters and
nylons. But, let me tell you, it would have been a sin to ruin the
sensual feel of this beautiful gown with a pair of pantyhose! I loved the
feel of my garters tugging deliciously on the off-black nylons he loaned
me. The satin lining of the dress, the luxurious caress of the chiffon
petticoat, and the silky smoothness of the red tap panties he insisted I
wear with the ensemble made me feel like a queen! No! No! No! Not that
kind of queen!
Alex...actually, 'she' prefers to be called Sophia...wore a mind-blowing
black silk brocade gown. It hugged her tiny figure like a glove. I
stroked her flat groin. That gorgeous pole between her legs had
disappeared! She giggled as she seductively raised her dress and lowered
her hot pink panties. The stretchy contraption she was wearing
underneath, she called it a gaff, trapped her manhood and made her groin
appear as feminine as any other woman!
When I saw her chest I almost fainted. She had boobs that were at least a
C-cup! I mean, they were spilling over the top like two bowling balls!
She giggled like a coquettish co-ed when she saw my reaction. Even a
blond like me could figure out that they were filled with silicone. She
showed me with pride how they glued to her chest and, with the right
foundation make-up as camouflage, they were indistinguishable from the
real thing. I sure couldn't tell!
She had given herself a manicure. Not just an ordinary manicure either!
She had expertly applied acrylic extensions which extended her nails a
full inch beyond the tips of her delicate fingers and had painted them a
glossy hot pink which perfectly matched her lingerie!
She had colored her medium length hair a lovely auburn and styled into a
mass of frothy curls which would have made Jose Eber proud!
We each wore the most adorable strappy sandals with five-inch heels!
Three inches had always been my limit! I had to practice walking in those
towering heels for twenty minutes before I got the hang of them. She
walked in hers like a runway model. I was jealous!
Sophia's make-up skills were even more fantastic than her sense of
fashion. I watched in awe as she painted the canvas that began with her
flawless complexion. In comparison I looked like a child who had been
playing with her mommy's cosmetics for the first time. Sophia showed the
patience of a Saint as she expertly cleansed my face and re-did my
botched-up effort. When she was through I didn't recognize myself! I sure
couldn't see any sign of Alex as we stood arm in arm before Sophia's
full-length mirror!
******************
We sure got our share of stares when we walked into the club. Nobody
recognized 'Sophia'. As many times as 'Alex' been there nobody recognized
'her'! Sophia had always been too shy to go out in public! It was only
after we had ordered drinks and were sitting at Alex's usual table that a
couple of the regulars came over to say hello to me. They asked where
Alex was. I just grinned and said he'd be along any minute. They were
gushing and drooling over my gown! Even after I introduced them to Sophia
they didn't get it! It took almost ten minutes of casual conversation
before it dawned on them!
Their screams of surprise and joy could be heard all over the club. They
called over a bunch of queens to see and meet Sophia. They fawned over
her like the mother hens they were. They dragged both of us onto the
dance floor and were astounded at Sophia's natural ability and grace in
five-inch heels. They even sprang for a bottle of Champagne to celebrate
the occasion.
What really surprised me was Sophia's refusal to dance with any of the
real guys. What surprised me even more was her answer when I asked her
why.
"I'm a lesbian, Linda. It's as simple as that. I love women! I love
everything about them! I love being a woman! I also love chicks with
dicks! In my mind they're as real as any women I've ever met! I have
absolutely no use for macho guys!"
I was almost afraid to ask to biggest question on my mind. But of course
I couldn't resist. "Do you want to be all woman, Sophia? You know, do
want to cut IT off?" I patted his lap tenderly.
"Are you nuts?" was her instant response. "I love my dick! I also love my
'pussy'! I have the best of both worlds! I wouldn't change a thing!
Well...I wouldn't mind if I didn't have to glue these titties on my chest
every time 'Sophia' comes to visit."
"You mean you want to get implants?" I was so relieved she didn't want to
cut IT off that the thought of her having a soft, luscious pair of C-cups
didn't even phase me!
Sophia just looked at me with an embarrassed and very sheepish grin.
"I've been thinking about it for a long time. I have the money. It's only
seven thousand bucks, less in Thailand. Even considering the travel
expense. I've been wanting to take a vacation for the longest time and
Thailand's on the top of my list. I could kill two birds with one stone.
How does a couple of weeks there sound to you?"
"What! You want me to go to Thailand with you? But I have to work. It
costs so much! How can you afford it? I mean, I'd love to go! But I'm not
sure if my boss will let me off..."
Alex...er, Sophia, had never mentioned what she did for a living or if
she even had a job. I'd been having so much fun in the past couple of
weeks I never thought to ask her...him...whatever! This whole thing was
getting really confusing!
It was like she could read my mind. As Alex, he was shy, insecure,
demure...almost withdrawn! As Sophia, she was vivacious, outgoing, sexy,
flirty, and intuitive...an absolute joy to be around!
"Sophia, I could never ask you to spend that much money on me! I sure
can't afford to spend as much as a trip like that would cost!"
"Look," she said, "I know we haven't talked about personal stuff very
much. You never asked and I wasn't ready to tell you a whole lot about my
past. It's taken all the nerve I have to show you the 'Sophia' side of
me!"
"What's to tell? I think I know enough to know I care about you very
much...maybe I'm falling in love with you...both of you!" I grinned.
"What do you know about me?" she asked. "I'm a guy who likes being girly.
A guy who likes other 'girls' like me...and now, I like a very special
woman...you!"
There he goes again...getting all red-faced and shy! This was Alex
talking, not Sophia. "Look Alex, I know I pushed you hard...about showing
your other side...your 'Sophia' side! I'm not sorry about it either! I
really like your 'Alex' side...maybe he's a bit shy and insecure...but I
always knew there was something else going on in that pretty head of his.
I love your 'Sophia' side. Sophia is the girlfriend I've been looking for
my whole life! I'm just sooo thrilled you decided to share her with me! I
don't know why 'Alex' is so shy! But I can put up with 'him' as long as I
know 'Sophia' is waiting in the wings!"
She looked at me with that sophisticated look. She took a deep breath and
another sip of her Cosmopolitan. 'Alex' was a bourbon and soda kind of
guy. 'Sophia' preferred the more feminine Cosmos. "Linda, there's a lot I
haven't told you. Maybe if I did it would help you understand a little
more about me."
"I'm listening. But who am I talking to right now...'Alex' or 'Sophia'?"
"Probably a bit of each of us, I guess."
I covered her perfectly manicured hand with mine and gently whispered, "I
want to know anything you want to share with me. I don't think there's
anything you could tell me that would make me change how I feel."
She took the last sip of her Cosmo and signaled for another round. She
gulped and took another deep breath...
"Sophia has always been inside me. Ever since I can remember. She first
made herself known when I was five. The first time my parents caught me
prancing around in one of my mom's dresses and high heels they went
ballistic! They carted me off to a series of shrinks. It went on for
years. Nothing they did or said could shoo Sophia away! They threatened
me, punished me, kept me under constant surveillance! It made me
sick...you know...physically ill! It made them sick and disgusted to know
their only child was a fairy, as they put it!"
The tears were starting to flow. Talking about such painful memories was
obviously very difficult. She was shaking. The next round of drinks came
just in the nick of time!
"To make a long story short, the way they treated me...the way they
rejected me...well, it drove me into a protective shell. Even after I was
old enough to move out on my own I would get physically ill every time I
brought Sophia out in the open. Even though it was always in private. The
shrinks and my parents had brainwashed me to the point that I could never
dare tell anyone! Just talking about it made me ill! They had convinced
me that anyone I told would reject me; ridicule me! I was convinced
everyone would reject me...just like my parents had!"
Tears were running down my cheeks. There was no doubt in my mind that she
was telling this horror story for the first time. "I'm no psychologist,
Sophia, but it seems that coming here, to this club, even as 'Alex' is an
outlet for you, isn't it?"
"It is! It has been!" She looked at me, knowing I really understood what
she was saying and how tough it was for her to say it. "You're the first
person to ever see Sophia! You're the first person who didn't laugh or
reject me! You've shown me that I can be who I really am without fear of
being ridiculed and humiliated! Until I met you, Linda, I never thought
it was possible!"
I couldn't even begin to imagine all the years 'Alex' spent agonizing in
his private hell! A hell created by an insensitive mother and father and
even more insensitive shrinks!
"Why now, Sophia? Why'd you pick this time in your life to let 'Sophia'
loose? It couldn't have been just because I forced your hand! Your
parents have too much influence! Won't they still treat you the same? I
mean, here you are talking about getting implants, for heaven's sake!
They're bound to notice something that obvious! Won't you be opening
yourself up to even more ridicule?"
"That's the thing. That's why I can talk about this stuff with you...now.
My father died when I was sixteen. It was a relief but it didn't stop my
mother from continuing their 'mission' to change my 'perverted' ways. If
anything, she got even worse! She'd go nuts if she saw any trace of make-
up when I visited! Even still, I stayed in close contact with her. I
tried my best to appease her..."
She trailed off. "Then how can you think about making such a big decision
now? I mean, breast implants...your mother will have a stroke!"
She took my hand in both of hers. "My mother passed away a month ago.
That's when I started coming here, to this club. I was lucky enough to
meet you. My parents had money...a lot of money! There were no heirs
besides me. I inherited their entire estate. The truth is I can afford
buy anything I want, to go anywhere I want, and to take anyone I want
with me. I could take everyone here with me. I could buy this club if I
wanted."
I wasn't thinking very clearly. I blurted out the obvious question. "How
much money are you talking about, Sophia?" As soon as I uttered it, I
realized what an insensitive question it was. "Sorry. I'm so sorry! It's
none of my business. I have no place asking something like that!"
"It's okay, Linda. Really it is. I don't mind. You're the only person I
know who I can talk to about this. The lawyers are still trying to figure
everything out. They're still doing the audits. I'll probably know the
exact amounts by next month. The conservative estimate seems to be
something around fifty million."
"OH MY GAWD! You can't be serious! How many zeros are there in fifty
million dollars, anyway?" I was astounded! Here I was...sitting in a gay
bar with a good looking guy who is even more gorgeous as a girl...a girl,
I was beginning to realize, I was in love with! The money was irrelevant.
I know I would have lived in a hovel just to be near him...and her! Now I
find out I'm in love with a millionaire...I mean, a millionaire-ess!
"Linda, for the first time in my life I feel free...free to be myself! I
don't think I could ever feel this way if it wasn't for you! I only hope
that my new-found wealth won't turn you away!" Sophia's shy smile told me
she was more worried about all that money being a turn-off than anything
else.
"Sophia, if the fact that you want to be all girly doesn't bother me,
what makes you think a trivial matter like fifty million bucks would
bother me?" I gave her my brightest smile. She started laughing so hard
she almost spilled her Cosmo. All the tension seemed to disappear in that
instant.
******************
We hugged and kissed and fondled each other like two teenagers in love.
When we came up for air Becky and Heather were standing over us, grinning
from ear to ear. Becky and Heather are the two most gorgeous Thai queens
in the club...or anywhere else, for that matter.
"Get a room, you two!" Becky squealed. "Yeah, you two are giving this
club a bad reputation!" Heather exclaimed. They were both perspiring from
dancing.
"Sit down, girls. Have a drink and cool off!" Sophia insisted.
"Impossible! There's no way we can cool off sitting next to you two love-
birds!" Becky chided, as she and Heather squeezed into our booth.
When the waitress came to the table Sophia ordered drinks for the entire
place. There were over a hundred people! When she pulled her wallet from
her cute little clutch purse to pay for the round, I could see it was
crammed full of hundred dollar bills!
"So when do you want to leave for Thailand?" she asked me.
"You're going to Thailand?" Heather squealed. "What for? Vacation?"
"Vacation and more!" Sophia informed them. "I want to get implants.
Hopefully, they'll look as gorgeous as yours!" She giggled and squeezed
Heather's perfect globes.
"You'll need a tour guide when you get there. We'll go with you?" Becky
insisted.
Heather added, "We know the best doctors! We'll get you the best tits you
can dream of!"
I looked at Sophia's face. I'd never seen her so full of joy and
determination.
"I'll have to make arrangements at work. I'll need a passport. This is so
sudden!" I whined.
"Quit your job, Linda. You don't need it anymore. Didn't you hear what I
told you?"
"Okay, Miss Smartypants, when do you want to leave?" I was daring her to
put her money where her mouth was.
"Tomorrow sounds good to me!"
"We can't possibly make all the arrangements by tomorrow!" This is
happening way too fast, I thought.
"I've already made the arrangements. I've leased a private jet...see!"
She reached into her purse and waived the lease in my face! "Just pack a
few essentials. We can buy whatever else we need when we get there! And
that includes the two of you." She winked at Becky and Heather.
Becky and Heather were beside themselves with joy. After they got up to
dance Sophia observed, "They're right you know."
"Right about what?" I asked.
"We are gonna need tour guides. I think they'll make perfect travel
companions, don't you?" It wasn't really a question. Sophia had already
made up her mind.
"Just how long have you been planning all this?"
"Since the day my mother died!" she said calmly. "Since the day she died
and I learned just how rich I am! I want to share it with you, Linda!
There's no one else I'd rather share it with! What do you say?"
I wrapped my arms around her. I kissed her face, her neck, her ears, her
chest. "Say good-bye to these plastic puppies, Sophia. I say YES, YES,
YES!" I figured I could call my boss from the private jet once we were
flying high over the Pacific.
We took Becky and Heather home with us. They were ecstatic! They didn't
stop talking about all there was to see and experience in their homeland.
If the night of unadulterated debauchery we experienced was any
indication, Thailand was never gonna be the same! It looks like the dream
I had about running off to Bangkok with a couple of queens was way more
than a dream...it was a premonition! How lucky can one girl get?
FIN
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