BE FOREWARNED. The following story contains sexually explicit material not suited for those who have not yet achieved the age of maturity. If you should fall into this category, do not read further. Consult the laws of your community to clarify if you are eligible to read adult sexual material. The theme is transsexual. If this type of reading matter offends you, read no further. Go do something else. Standard disclaimer applies. Any association with real people, places, events, or entities is purely coincidental.

 

Sidetracked

by: Virginia Kane
© 2001. All rights reserved.

Chapter One.

Jack invited Frank to join him on a weeklong fishing trip at Jack’s island retreat along beautiful Kentucky Lake. Frank wasn’t a fisherman, but knew that Jack was, so he accepted the invitation to take a break from his endless work woes.

Jack was an outdoor guy with a typical ruddy complexion that made him appear to be a big hit with the ladies. With luck, Frank would get a nice tan, have fish stories to tell, and maybe an adventure story or two about local gals he’d meet in the backwoods bars that Jack often bragged about to Frank. Seems Jack knew the local women well enough to make time with them and not get the tar beaten out of him by any jealous local men.

Jack returned from shopping at the tiny hamlet nearby to buy fresh groceries for the week so they wouldn’t have to survive on can goods until they caught some fish. However, Jack returned almost empty handed with a small sack of eggs.

"That was quick. Where are the groceries you went out for, Jack?"

"The road’s closed. We can’t get out until tomorrow. I went to a neighboring farm for eggs first. He told me about a heavily loaded sand truck that hit the wooden bridge over Fern Creek after we crossed it. Looks like we’ll have to dine on eggs and Spam until they fix it, Frank. It’s the only car access to the island"

"Can we still get to an local bars to check out the fine women from around the area you were telling me about?"

"One or two. Doesn’t matter much. If we can’t get out, the girls can’t get in."

"Damn. I was hoping we’d spend the evening getting sloshed and meeting a few sexier ones you talked about for some fun and games. I’ve been looking forward to judge if they’re as good as you claim they are. The story you told me about the one cute blonde with big blue eyes and moist lips has me chafing at the bit to meet her or her kid sister, if she has one."

"A half-dozen girls around here can fit your sparse description, Frank. Wish I knew which girl I mentioned you’re referring to. Describe her a little more."

"The one you said that only gives head, so she won’t get pregnant."

"Hmm. Careful women are more likely to suck than fuck, Frank. What did I say she looked like? Maybe I’ll figure out the one you mean if you can remember her name, or how old I said she is or something peculiar that would identify her.

"Twenty-five. You said she had a body on her that wouldn’t quit. Five-four, big blue eyes, knockers like cantaloupes and ass cheeks that widened out from a waist of a belly dancer. You said her quim tasted like she douched with wine."

"Oh. That would be Sue. Sorry Frank. She lives on the other side of the creek. You’ll have to wait until the bridge gets fixed to meet her. Of course, we could get to the other side of the creek if we cross on foot, below the rapids. She lives next to a real swinging bar near there. It’s a hog-wild roadhouse. All kinds of strange birds hang out there. If you want, we can forget about having dinner here to start out before it gets dark. Ach. Maybe ‘Plumber’s’ will be too wild for you, though. We’ll hitch a ride from there to another hot spot if the place freaks you out."

"Me freak out? Hey! Fat chance! I’ve seen a lot of places where the customers would freak you out of your shorts, Jack. Let’s get going. I haven’t done anything wild in too many months. I’m game for doing something real exciting."

"Great! I was planning to spend my evenings with Sue if you couldn’t join me this week. She’s expecting me. I still think the place may be too much for you. I don’t want you to panic, so if you want to go elsewhere after you’ve seen the place, remember that we’ll need a place to stay the night. Crossing a fast running creek, rock-by-rock on a cloudy night when you’re half drunk is tricky. I just had a bath.

If you can handle ‘Plumbers’, we’ll ask Sue to let us crash at her apartment until daylight. She’ll party all night long if someone is willing to supply her with liquor. You buy the liquor and she’ll let you. Get what I mean?"

"Yeah. Liquor and lick her. Sounds great. I’ve been celibate since I took up with Kathy. After she ditched me, getting my ashes hauled sounds like a good way to make up for lost time. I’m raring to go whenever you are."

Needless to say, Frank fell into Fern creek up to his waist. He wasn’t familiar with crossing creeks on slippery rocks wearing loafers. Jack wore boots with a rough textured rubber sole, so he was surefooted when he crossed ahead of Frank at a normal pace. The two had a good laugh over Frank’s lack of dexterity. Jack said they’d have to rush back to his cabin, so Frank could change clothes and cross the creek again while the fading daylight was still good enough to see where the rocks were. It was overcast, so the moon wouldn’t be out to help light the way.

It was a warm evening, so Frank insisted they proceed on to the bar on the other side of the creek instead of going back for him to change. He was sure his pants should dry out in the warm evening air by the time they got to their destination on foot. Frank didn’t want to miss out on a single hour of partying.

Frank wasn’t familiar with dense woods as nightfall approaches. As soon as the sun went down, the air became damp and misty. By the time they arrived at the roadhouse, Frank had the chills. He was shaking like a leaf in his wet Dockers. If he had been smart, he would have chosen to wear a flannel shirt like Jack, and a pair of denim jeans. No, Frank wanted to be "Mr. Cool". His thin shirt and T-shirt absorbed the creek water from his wet underwear and Dockers. The dampness crept up, almost to the single shirt pocket that held his pack of filter cigarettes.

The crowd already frolicking in the bar spotted Frank’s wet clothes the moment the two walked through the door to the tavern. People stared at Frank as the two walked past the dance floor and busy pool tables. Jack introduced Frank to a gorgeous blonde near the far end of the bar and asked if she minded if his friend used her apartment and a hand-held hair dryer to dry his damp clothes.

"I don’t know, Jack. Can I trust him? I don’t normally let a stranger have free rein in my apartment when I’m not there. Bubba and I are in line for a game of eight ball. We’ve been waiting for over half-an-hour. If I go with him, Bubba is going to be sore. He thinks he feels lucky tonight. Rock and Joe Bob have run of the table since they got off work. The stakes are double up, so our game will be for twenty dollars. If we miss our turn, the stakes may revert to a dollar a game each."

"If you let my friend use your place, I’ll sub for you until you get back. How’s that? He’ll catch his death of cold if he doesn’t get out of his wet clothes. I hate to see him laid up sick for the entire week we’ll be at my cabin. Please, Sue."

"Oh, okay." She hollered out to Bubba who came over. The guy was six-foot-six and had to weigh well over two hundred pounds. He was shaped like an inverted wedge with well-tanned biceps that looked like hams.

"What’s up, sugar?" Frank enviously saw Bubba’s muscles ripple when he set his pool cue against the edge of the bar and put an arm around Sue’s waist. "These city slickers giving you a hard time? I’ll take care of them. Just give me the word."

"Bubba. This is my good friend Jack. He has cottage on Tiller Island’s shoreline. You’ve met him before. Don’t you remember him?"

"Oh, yeah. Hi’ y’all doin’, Jack. Is sumpin’ wrong?" Sue’s friend Bubba seemed to have a card or two short of a full deck. Frank didn’t want to give any guy his size a reason to dislike him, under any circumstances, so he remained silent.

Jack told Bubba about the bridge being out and the dunk in the creek Frank took. Bubba thought it was hilarious and yelled to some friends to come over to "check out the dude who wet his pants". Frank tolerated the razzing, but felt mortified.

After laughing through a few more one-liners from Bubba, the crowd settled down to doing what they were doing before Bubba made a spectacle out of Frank. With his face as red as an apple, Frank tried to melt into the woodwork as much as he could. He sure didn’t make a good impression on the crowd of locals.

Jack knew how embarrassed Frank was, so he appealed to Sue’s good nature, telling her Bubba shouldn’t have made fun of someone because he isn’t familiar with the outdoors. After all, if she hadn’t called Bubba over, Frank would not have been the laughing stock of the bar. She owed him that much. Frank nodded.

"Sure, he’s a city boy, but he’s a friend. I have an idea. Let him stay up there until I can run over to Nelson’s General Store to get him a fresh set of proper clothes. In case you want to party later, you can join me and help pick me something out. I’ll buy you something pretty to show off those great legs of yours, if you will."

In that case, we’ll go to Klein’s Store at the mall. They have a far better selection. Old lady Nelson would pee in her pants if her husband stocked the kind of stuff Klein’s has on sale this week. Let’s get your boyfriend up to my place and hang his things out to dry, first. Then we’ll head for Klein’s. Where’s your car, Jack?"

"On the island. The bridge is out, remember?"

"Oh, yeah. Like it was last summer?"

"Same way. We came over the same slippery rock path across Fern Creek. "

"Terrific. That means we need to use Bubba’s pick-up. He’ll want to be in on the party, if I ask him to loan it to us and explain why. Is that okay with you?"

"I was planning to invite Bubba to party, anyway. You’re in luck, Frank!"

Sue and Jack took Frank to Sue’s apartment. She had him go into the bathroom to take off his wet clothes and exchange them for a robe. He didn’t expect a frilly robe of hers to wear while his wet clothes were drying out. He declined coming out of the bathroom until the giddy pair left for the department store.

Chapter Two.

"That guy’s a corker Sue. Imagine. He wouldn’t come out of the bathroom with your robe on. The ribbing he got downstairs made him self-conscious as all hell. What happens if he’s still cowering in the bathroom when we get back?"

"He won’t be, unless he wants to sit in total darkness. I turned the heater off and the window is open. The light doesn’t work without the exhaust fan running. It will take less than ten minutes for the bathroom to get too chilly to tolerate for long. When he comes out of the bathroom, Bubba will be waiting to greet him."

Sue was right. Frank’s chills got worse while he waited in the bathroom. He didn’t want to put on the frilly robe, but again, he had little choice. Sue took his clothes to hang out to dry on the line outside in back someplace. When he first opened the bathroom door, warmth from the living room quelled his chills. He went to sit on the couch planning to return to the bathroom the second he heard any sound to signal Jack and Sue were returning with dry clothes for him to wear.

What Frank didn’t know was Bubba gladly did what Sue told him. He had entered the apartment with his own key to keep an eye on the ‘dude’ by watching Frank from behind the partially open door to her bedroom. With the bedroom’s light off, Frank couldn’t see Bubba spying on him through the narrow slit between the door and its jamb. Bubba saw Frank on the couch in the frilly robe. In it, Frank looked almost like a girl. Bubba liked that. He played with little Bubba until it got hard.

The floor creaked as Bubba rocked in pleasure. "Who’s there?" shrieked Frank.

"It’s only me, Bubba. Sue said I have to keep an eye on you, so you don’t mess with her stuff when she’s not here. Can I come out to sit by you on the couch?"

"No! Stay where you are!" Frank adjusted the robe to hide his naked groin.

"Why? Do you think something’s wrong with wearing Sue’s robe to stay warm?"

"No, I don’t want you to see me and make fun of me, like you did downstairs."

"I already see you. You’re wearing Sue’s robe." Bubba came out from behind the door, after he put little Bubba away. "I better keep a close eye on you. Open up the robe to show me what else of hers you’re wearing. You look like one of those ‘girlie-guys’ that likes to wear all sorts of women’s things."

Bubba stood in front of Frank. "Open it up and let me see. If you don’t, I’m might have to convince you. So, do like I say or I’ll have to get rough."

"This is all I have on, Bubba! My clothes are wet from the creek, remember?"

"I’m gonna say it one more time. Open the robe and show me!"

"But, I’m naked. Honest! Sue only loaned me her robe. My clothes are still wet."

Bubba grabbed Frank by the knee. "You don’t listen good. I’m going to see if you’re lying. Understand? Either you open this robe, or I open it for you. Take your pick. If you’re naked, it’s okay. I’ve seen naked guys before. Guys like you all want bigger guys like me to see you naked, ‘cause you look like a girl.

"No! No, I don’t. Please Bubba. Leave me alone. Please! Don’t make me."

"Say! What are you trying to hide down here? I’m not sure I like your attitude."

"Okay. I’ll show you. I’ll do whatever you say. There’s no need for you to threaten me." Frank opened the robe to show Bubba he told him the truth.

"That’s better. Now maybe we can be friends after all. You didn’t lie. You want to be friendly? We could be real good friends. I think you’re real cute"

Frank gulped. He wished Bubba would magically vanish into thin air. His leg still stung from Bubba grabbing him. "S – Sure, Bubba. Let’s be friends."

"Yeah. Good. I’m glad you said you’d do whatever I say so we can be buddies, good buddies. Leave the robe open. Just to prove I’m fair, I’ll get all undressed, too. Since you finally showed me you had nothing hidden under Sue’s robe, I’ll show you what I’m hiding in my pants." Bubba hooked his thumbs under the two straps of his bib overalls and let it drop it to the floor and pulled his t-shirt up over his head. He didn’t have underwear on. "Meet little Bubba. He’s pleased to meet you little feller. He’s right pleased to meet you. Say hello to little Bubba."

Frank understood what Bubba was after. "Look, Bubba. I’m sorry if I caused you to miss your turn at the pool table. If you think I’ll let you ---"

"You hurt little Bubba’s feelings. Don’t you like seeing little Bubba?"

"Well, to be honest Bubba, I don’t care for hososex---"

"Aw! That ain’t a nice thing to say. You don’t seem to like little Bubba. I was trying to be nice. Didn’t you see me smile? You’re a cute little guy. Only guys who like to make other guys happy stay slim like you. They don’t get beefed up to fight off bigger guys. Tell little Bubba that you’re sorry. Are you shy? That’s it. You’re a shy one. You must still be a virgin. I’ll betcha that’s it! Why didn’t you say so?"

"Yes! Yes! That’s it! I’m shy. I’m still a virgin. I want to stay one too, Bubba." This wasn’t the first time Frank’s meekness was misread by a forward gay man.

"Well, that’s different. I can respect that. Just give little Bubba a sweet little kiss. Kissing won’t make you lose your virginity. You just promised you’d be willing to do whatever I say. I say you should prove you’re a virgin by doing what virgins do to stay virgins. Give little Bubba’s head a nice big juicy kiss. Do it! Now!"

"Please, Bubba. I was raised in a city. City guys don’t get beefed up to prove that they’re heterosexual. I’m really and truly not interested in kissing you down there. It’s not that I’m not impressed with little Bubba. I prefer women and don’t care for gay sex. Honestly. If I was, I’d be pleased to kiss it for you. Your big cock is very impressive. Okay? I wish mine was as big, but I don’t care to kiss it. Don’t force me, either. I never did, and I don’t want to change my sexual preferences now."

"Okay. I’ll just go downstairs to tell the other guys that the sniveling puppy up in Sues’ apartment is wearing her slinky robe to get off. They’ll want to see you for themselves. How’s that? Some of them won’t be as nice as I am. They won’t ask. They’ll take exactly what they want from you by force. You won’t get to fast-talk your way out of it, like you’re trying to do with me. Now, kiss little Bubba’s head."

Frank knew he was trapped. "If I give it a little kiss, will you forget about telling the others?" Bubba’s cock hung mere inches from Frank’s nose. If he didn’t kiss it, he’d get gang raped, so he thought he try stalling Bubba until Jack got back.

"Okay. Then, I won’t have to hurt you for insulting my little Bubba. But it’s got to be a nice long kiss, a real mushy one, so I know you are sincerely sorry."

"Okay, but, let me get a drink of water first. My throat is parched." Bubba put his beefy palm around the back of Frank’s neck and pulled Frank’s lips to his cock. Bubba held his head firmly in place as Frank tried to shake loose of his grip.

"I can give you something to whet your thirst. Open up your mouth and give little Bubba a kiss. Don’t try a fake, dry kiss like you do when you greet your hated old maid aunt with all the money. Give little Bubba a real wet kiss, Frankie. Show it some tender affection." Frank’s lips parted a little. "That’s better. You need to use your tongue a little to see if little Bubba is smiling. That’ll soon fix your thirst"

"Argh!" Frank tried to pull back in disgust. He gasped to utter an expletive, Bubba slid his dong all the way in. Frank was surprised to find the cock tasted of mint.

"Yeah. That’s the way. Let little Bubba’s sweet taste quench your thirst. I put a bit of gel lube on little Bubba to make it taste nice. Just settle down and let me do all the work. Every novice finds a cock doesn’t have to taste as bad as you’d think. Once you suck a real man’s cock, like little Bubba here, you don’t have to wonder about it any more. Just take it in a little deeper, Frankie. Yeah. That’s nice

See? A thick, hot cock, filling your mouth isn’t such so terrible after all. Little guys like you should suck big cocks often. After your first time, you’ll love doing it."

Frank was mortified. The man’s huge palms moved to his cheeks, pressing them inward, toward the thick shaft. By opening his mouth wider, the man slacked off, but Frank could feel the surface of the thick prick sliding in and out against the inside of his cheeks from the pressure Bubba applied. Bubba’s fingertips pulled Frank’s jawbone. If Frank resisted, he could snap Frank’s neck with a quick twist.

Bubba continued using his big hands to move Frank’s head back and forth. The bulbous head made Frank gag when it first entered his throat, but a rush of saliva covered it to ease the penetration a little. At least, Bubba was content to let Frank get an occasional breath of air, so he didn’t choke. Bubba stroked in and out, as Frank’s saliva flow turned his mouth into a well-lubed vagina substitute.

The mental image of how he must look, sitting on the edge of the couch with this mammoth guy leaning over him, stuffing his face full with his dong made Frank rationalize he had been taken by brute force. He tried to convince himself that he wasn’t sucking the cock because he wanted to. It wasn’t lusty desire that caused his own cock to stir between his legs. It was knowing another person was able to force him into submission against his will, because he had failed to talk the man out of it. Reliance on his adept way with words didn’t work for once.

Then, he remembered an old cliché. "When rape is inevitable, relax and enjoy it."

He tried to mentally erase the tension growing inside. A slow exhalation of breath gave Bubba the signal he was waiting for. "See? If you cooperate, you’ll enjoy it too. If you put some effort into it, we’ll both enjoy it more. Come on, Fran. Let me hear you slurp around little Bubba’s head. Give me some tongue action, too. Do a real good blowjob, and I might be willing to see that you have a nice cum later, too. The sooner you start sucking harder on it, the sooner we finish."

 

"Slurp! Slurp! Pwift! Pluift!" Frank found that his lips felt erotic while he made slurping sounds on little Bubba. For the next five minutes he continued the loose suction action. His own cock rose to full attention from his perverse behavior.

"That’s great, darling. Bubba likes hearing your soft lips slurp away. Keep that up. It won’t take long. I’m close, baby. I’m getting real close. Get ready for it. Now! Now! Swallow! Don’t stop! Let it all flow in and keep swallowing! Yes! Yes. Yes!"

Frank couldn’t help himself. He wanted the man to finish blowing his wad, so he’d leave him alone. He eagerly gulped at the thick gunk hitting the back of his throat in waves, where his airway turned downward. Bubba totally impressed Frank. His cock continued to pulse and spurt for what seemed like forever.

"Don’t stop now, honey. This is the best part of giving head. You get to lick it off and get a good taste of my hot cream, so you’ll remember what a real man has to offer. You do it real good, and I’ll give you a nice reward as soon as I cool down."

Frank licked every bit of Bubba’s cream from his cock. He knew that if he didn’t, Bubba could make minced meat out of him. Feeling the firm cock subside in his mouth assured Frank that Bubba was sated and would soon leave him alone.

Bubba spun around and fell to the couch beside Frank. "Whew! You did great! It’s hard to believe that was your first effort. You have real potential. Give me a minute to catch my breath, and I’ll give you the reward I promised you."

"No. That’s okay! You don’t have to reward me. I rather you left me alone."

"Nope! What’s fair is fair, Frannie. I never go back on my word. I appreciate your not making me get rough to convince you. You’re too cute to bruise."

Bubba took Frank’s hard cock into his big paw and stroked it. Frank tried to put up a mock protest, but he didn’t push the hand grasping his cock away. "Shhh. I insist, buddy. You did such a nice job; I want to make you to cum, too. Lean back and close your pretty little eyes. Don’t open them up again until I tell you."

"No, Bubba. Really. You don’t have to---" Bubba pulled Frank’s legs apart.

"I said relax. Now look what happened. You got soft. We have to start all over. If I have to tell you again, we’ll be here all night before you pop your cookies. Close your eyes and lean back. Nobody can ever say Bubba doesn’t take good care of a suck buddy. We’re going to be good pals, you and I. I happen to like how you resisted me. However, don’t push your luck. It’s time to go with the flow, pussy."

Frank realized Bubba’s dumb hillbilly accent had disappeared. His eyes popped open to find Bubba smiling him. "That bull about you sounding dumb and calling your prick ‘little Bubba’? That was all an act."

"You catch on fast. My real name isn’t even Bubba. Now let me give you a good wanking to relieve your pent up tension. Close your eyes and enjoy. Okay?"

"But---"

"Now!"

"Yes sir." Frank leaned back and closed his eyes. All the roughness left the big man’s hand. Instead, he caressed Frank’s cock and balls with a gentleness that made Frank want to open his eyes to make sure he was with the same guy.

Frank’s fear of getting hurt again abated, as Bubba coaxed Frank’s cock into full arousal. He felt the heat of Bubba’s breath on his cheek. A finger under his chin turned his face toward Bubba and soft lips met his in a slow, passionate kiss.

The hand on his cock continued to stroke, as Bubba’s tongue wormed its way past Frank’s teeth. Frank’s mouth was full again, but the tongue’s penetration matched the strokes on his cock. Soon, he was writhing in harmony with Bubba.

Frank sighed. Bubba’s kisses were so gentle he forgot that he’d been molested. He gave himself up to the tenderness the man used to seduce him into enjoying himself. He clenched both legs together, capturing the hand that massaged his groin. Soothing warmth enveloped his cock. It felt as if Bubba’s attentive lips were sliding up and down its length. A hand covered his eyes. Another between his legs wrestled with the sack that hung beneath his rigid cock. A finger went lower to touch the crease of his ass. Emotional sensations got the best of Frank. He ejaculated into the air, coating his stomach and chest with ropes of sperm.

Still, what seemed to be lips around his cock continued slowly stroking it up and down, until his cock could no longer spasm. He let out his breath in a slow steady stream. Lips met his and the tongue probed the depths of his mouth once again. Confused, he touched the intruding tongue with his own. As his cock softened, he let the tip of his tongue trace the outline of Bubba’s tongue. It reminded him of Bubba’s cock, the only cock ever to pass his lips. It was too late to deny what he had done. He sucked another man’s cock. Whether it was out of lust or desire, or out of fear; it made no difference. He could not deny he was a cocksucker.

Chapter Three.

Frank sat up straight. "I hear someone coming! Quick! You have to go! I don’t want my friend Jack to catch us sitting on the couch together like this!" Instead of moving away, Bubba held Frank’s arms around his huge shoulders.

The door opened! It was too late! Jack followed Sue through the door. She went directly into her bedroom. Jack stood over the two men lounging together. "Well, well, well. What have we here? You find something to keep you occupied while we went shopping, Frank? Seems you managed a bit of fishing without me."

"No! This wasn’t my idea, Jack. Tell him, Bubba. He forced himself on me, Jack. He threatened me with bodily harm if I didn’t do what he demanded. Ask him?"

"Bubba?" Jack’s raised eyebrow indicated he didn’t believe a word Frank had said. "Did you force my prissy friend Frank here to give you a hum job? Is that your dribble drying on his chest, or his?"

"His. It took a little bit of convincing, but after a while, he got right into the mood. Fran sucked me off like a pro on payday, Jack. He doesn’t even balk when I call him Frannie or Fran, now. Leave him to spend the week with me. By next week, he’ll be prancing like a real sissy, eager to get at anyone’s hefty man meat."

"It’s not true. He squeezed my legs very hard. I’m no match for him, Jack. I had to play along with what he wanted or he might have pulverized me."

"Is that why I found you with your arms wrapped around him? Hey, I don’t mind if you like men better than women, Frank. With the right partner, I’d try it myself."

Sue came out of the bedroom oblivious to the conversation the three men were having. "By the time we reached the mall, the stores were all closed. We spotted my friend Betty walking to her car. She agreed to let me into her store to pick out a few things for you, Frank, but her store doesn’t sell men’s wear. Come into the bedroom and see. We did the best we could. I’ll show you what we found. I’m sure what we bought will fit you. It’s only for tonight. In the morning we’ll go back to the mall when it opens up and you can pick out any clothes that you’d like."

Frank followed Sue to her bedroom, to escape from Jack and Bubba who stayed behind. On the bed was a pair of women’s shorts, Capri pants, and a soft, fluffy pullover sweater. "I can’t wear those things, Sue! You wasted your time. Would you please go see if my clothes are dry yet? I’ll wear them even if they aren’t."

"Don’t be so silly. The tavern is dark enough to conceal what you have on at this time of night. No one will notice that you’re a man wearing women’s slacks. Look, I even found a pair of loafers in your size. Your shoes are still soaking wet. A pair of my open-heeled mules will do, if the loafers don’t fit. I’m not staying up in the apartment all night because of your clumsiness. I don’t know you, so you can’t stay here by yourself. You can thank Bubba for keeping an eye on you, or I wouldn’t have let you use my place or hang out your wet things to dry."

"Thanks. I have a lot to thank Bubba for. If I had known that he was gay and was laying in wait for me to come out of the bathroom, I’d have much preferred to stay in my wet clothes. What will he try when he sees me wearing these things?"

"From the way you were hanging on him when we arrived, I got the impression you two hit it off. Wasn’t his cock big enough for you? There are plenty to choose from downstairs. The name of the place isn’t ‘Plumber’s’ for nothing. It’s a very masculine bar, but if you wear a skirt, nobody will mind. Don’t tell me a big city man like you never checked out the man trade before. I’m not that gullible."

"Okay. I been to a few gay bars before, but I wasn’t looking for a man. I was only curious to see what made their lifestyle attractive to them."

"And, -- get your cock sucked by some femmy queer, I suppose. Do you expect me to believe you’re homophobic, after Jack and I caught you nearly naked, both your arms wrapped around my brother? Well, now the shoe’s on the other foot. Either put these clothes on, or I’ll tell Jeff you said queer men disgust you. Sorry, but I don’t buy your reluctance story. The only plausible reason you have to not wear what we found for you is that they won’t fit you. I can see by the look in your eye that you’re dying to find out what wearing women’s clothes feels like "

"No, I don’t. --- Jeff? Who’s Jeff?"

"My brother. Bubba is his nickname, because he looks like the perfect stereotype of a dumb hillbilly. Don’t let his looks throw you. He’s sharp, and a college grad.

Rural denizens are equal in intelligence to anyone else on this planet. They use their dumb hick façade to keep naïve the city slickers like you off balance. Which do you prefer to wear, these shorts or the slacks, honey? I don’t intend to spend all night getting you dressed, so stop pretending that you don’t want to do it."

"I give up. Give me the slacks and five minutes of privacy to put them on." Frank felt anything would better than staying naked. He didn’t see a barely perceptible slack in Sue’s shoulders. She had him convinced. The rest would be easy.

"Oh, no. You’ll need more than five minutes to change properly."

"Why? I put pants on every day. These tight ones can’t be too difficult to master."

"Look. If you want to spend the entire night sulking in a corner all by yourself, it’s perfectly okay with me. If my friends find out that I let you get half dressed up to look silly, they’ll give me the raspberries. You have to do this right or not at all."

"Fine. I pick ‘not at all’. Please bring my clothes back, even if they’re still wet."

"Jack? Can you step in here for a minute? You too, Bubba!" Sue called out for the guys to come to her aid. "I’m having a bit of a problem." The two guys in the next room must have thought Frank was manhandling Sue, the way they burst through the door. "After all the trouble we went through to bring Frank something nice to wear, he’s refusing to get dressed. See if you two can help him."

"Okay! Okay! I’ll do it. No need for everyone to get paranoid."

"That’s better. – Jack. You and Bubba can go downstairs now. No need for the two of you to miss out on your drinking while I help Frankie get ready. We should be down an hour or so. Frank needs to take a nice hot shower before I’ll let him put on any of my nice things. I don’t think he’ll give me any more trouble."

"You sure, sis? If he gives you any, you know what to do. We’ll come a running.

You! Do whatever my sister tells you to do, or I’ll snap you in two like a pencil. If you were a real man, and you’d know how to walk over wet rocks on your own two feet, we wouldn’t be fooling around up here. If she tells me you gave her any back talk at all, I have ways to make sure you won’t talk back to anyone except maybe your dentist. Got that? So, do as you’re told."

"Don’t worry. I know when I’m licked." His word choice reminded him. How could Bubba kiss him, and suck his cock at the same time, and why did his sperm hit his chest and stomach during his orgasm instead of going into Bubba’s mouth?

"You keep what I just said in the back of your mind. You hear?"

The men left Frank alone with Sue to do her worst. It was only for a night. Frank figured that he had put up with worse things in life, like his lousy boss who made him feel insignificant more than these people tried to do. Wearing women’s pants for a night wouldn’t kill him. He picked up the fluffy cashmere sweater and got goose bumps. He always had a secret desire to try on a girl’s clothes, just for the fun of it like on Halloween, but he never did. The material felt soft and warm and inviting to the touch. He still felt cold, even with Sue’s thin robe on. What would be the harm of wearing the sweater to fight off the chills? Frank didn’t notice Sue appraising him as he caressed the soft sweater.

"What took you two so long to reach the mall and get back, Sue?"

"We got sidetracked. Jack had an urgent problem come up. I resolved it for him."

"You did ‘that’ while I was waiting here freezing? Thanks a whole bunch!"

"We had to have some idea of how long it would take you to give Jeff a blowjob, didn’t we? I would have preferred to let Jack fuck me, but I know that Jeff doesn’t poke a guy’s ass until they know each other well and he’s sure that it’s safe. He doesn’t like using rubbers. He likes sex ‘au natural’."

"How comforting. You talk like casual sex is candy and gay sex is commonplace."

"It is when you are bisexual and honest about it. Why should I hold Jeff to higher standards than my own? He doesn’t plan to settle down and raise a family, nor I. Why settle for hamburger instead of a smorgasbord? Monogamy is important for people who intend to marry. I’ll bet you intend to graze in more than one pasture before you settle down, too. Have you been lucky in that department?"

"Not lately. I had the bad luck of falling in love with the wrong girl. I was stuck on her for over a year. She was fooling around behind my back, and telling me she was faithful the whole time. When she ran off with another guy, my friends clued me in about the way she let other guys have their way with her.

To me, she only play-faked the role of an innocent virgin. I was celibate while she played the field. I figure I have some catching up to do, and so far, I haven’t met a particular girl where I live to pursue. I guess I’m available." Frank gave Sue that look to let her know that he wanted her to help him begin catching up.

"I told Jack and my brother that we’d be down as soon as you put on the clothes we got for you. Maybe we can return here after the bar closes. I like you Frank, if you were stuck on me, like you were on your last girlfriend, I wouldn’t lie to you. Sure, w wouldn’t be monogamous, but if you like the things I want you to do, we won’t have to be. We can be intimate and share a totally open relationship. Being honest is more important to me than faking a false fidelity if you aren’t interested in settling down yet."

"Are you saying you’ll consider having sex with me, or not?"

"I think having our sex together will be the nicest thing that will happen to you on your vacation. How’s that? Let’s not rush it. It will be more pleasurable for both of us if you do as I suggest, first. In fact, I promise that it will. Are you wiling to wait and find out, or are you going to resist me every time I ask you to do something?"

"I’m putty in your hands. I hope they don’t get around to fixing the bridge over the creek, and I get to spend the whole week here in your apartment with you."

"We’ll see. Right now, I want you to take a shower and wash the dried cum off of your chest. Then rinse your mouth with some individual sized mouthwash you’ll find inside my medicine cabinet. Your mouth smells from my brother. Leave the door open, so it doesn’t get cold in there after you shut off the hot shower."

Frank followed her instructions. She walked in on him while he was drying off.

"You need a shave. Use a new throwaway razor. They’re in the medicine cabinet on the bottom shelf next to the shaving cream. I’ll be back when you’re done."

Frank almost cut himself when she next returned. Sue had taken off her dress. Her body looked too good to be true in the sexy bra and panties. She took the towel away from him and kissed him. He kissed her back. Jack’s summation of Sue’s kisses wasn’t an exaggeration. Her lips tasted like fine wine to Frank. She held a large plastic bottle in one hand. She opened the tip and pink paste filled the palm of the other.

Frank silently watched her cover his shoulders and back with the pungent cream. Then, she had him turn so she could smear more onto his chest. It started out by feeling cold but began to warm while it set on his skin for a few minutes. She sat on the toilet to cover his entire legs with the cream. His bare woodie stood out at attention, as Sue’s hands drew near it.

The twin globes fighting to escape her bra held his attention. He really wanted to put his lips around each nipple. When she was finished, and his entire body was coated with the cream, she held him at arms length, turned the shower back on and kissed him on the lips several times, holding him at bay while the pungent cream covering his body got hotter and hotter. Sue backed away from Frank and removed her bra, offering her pointed nipples to him to suck on, while telling him not to let his body touch hers --- yet.

"Get into the shower and rinse off the depilatory, Frank. I’ll be right behind you with a louffa sponge and a fresh face cloth to rinse off your back."

Frank watched his body hair rinse away along with the depilatory, worrying that he’d have to make sure no one saw him naked until the hair brew back. Being seen without any hair on his body wouldn’t be easy to explain. After Sue rinsed his back off, she reached around to toy with his stiff member, keeping him on the edge sexually. Frank decided not to resist Sue any further and play along.

"Let’s dry off and go to my bedroom, Frank. We don’t have to drink all night, but we have all night to explore. I promise you won’t be sorry, if you go along with everything I suggest. " She dried him, and he dried her, filled with anticipation.

In her bedroom, she had him sit at her vanity with his back to the mirror. First a cleansing cream, then a moisturizer, then a liquid foundation, powder, blush, eye shadow and liner, and a few minutes of removing a few stray eyebrow hairs with tweezers. The last step made his eyes smart like crazy, but seeing her lean over him with her breasts swaying, kept his mind occupied. He got an occasional lick or kiss in, but Sue kept busy at what she was doing. Frank didn’t mind, as long as she continued to taunt him with her lush mammaries. He neglected pursuit of carnal delights for far too long. As long as she’d let him to make love to her later, he’d play along with whatever she wanted now. Be patient, he thought.

"Don’t pucker. Open your lips." She applied lipstick. It wasn’t foreign to him, but the taste gave Frank a new perspective to being "kissable". When he stood to turn around, his mouth fell open. A girl without breasts looked back from inside the mirror. He noticed his entire body looked feminine, except for one flaw. As he backed away to see more of his body, he noticed the second prominent flaw.

Frank’s cock stood at attention seeing the image reflected in the mirror. "Oh, my. That’s really me?" His reflection captivated Frank. He had no idea that some well applied cosmetics and the removal of all his body hair would make that dramatic a difference. Sue had "Frankie" sit at the vanity so she could fluff up his hair into a close imitation of a pageboy. The hair dryer that she claimed was broken when they first arrived, so it couldn’t be used to dry his clothes, was miraculously in perfect working order to style his unruly hair and curl the ends under to give his forehead cute little ‘bangs’.

By this time, Frank was into getting totally transformed by Sue. Hell, no one from around here knew him, except for Jack, who must already think the worst, after seeing him embracing Bubba on the couch with sperm covering his chest.

He sat in awe. Sue had changed him into something Bubba called him earlier: a girlie-man. She slipped a long-line, strapless bra around his chest and closed the rear hook-and-eye fasteners. The well-padded satin bra cups made his meager pap flesh stand out a bit. She then shaded the center his chest with makeup to look more like he had cleavage. He could barely believe his eyes. His demure reflection was giving him a hard-on. Even his hairless arms looked feminine.

Finally. Sue painted his nails with a gloss to match his crimson lips. While the nail polish dried, she got dressed and blow-dried her platinum blonde hair.

When she slipped the short-sleeved cashmere sweater over his head, using care to not muss Frankie’s hairdo or makeup, he couldn’t believe how much flesh from his neck to his bra (his bra?) was on display. He blew kisses to the mirror to see how doing it changed the expressions on his face. What he saw gave him a chill. He looked better as a girl than as a guy, by far. This could be very interesting!

No matter how hard they tried, the Capri’s Sue bought wouldn’t fit over Frankie’s thick calves. Then, the shorts were also too tight at the waist. There he sat with nothing to wear on the lower half of his body, disappointed.

"Hold on, Frannie? I think I have a knit skirt somewhere up on a shelf in the back of my closet that would fall off my waist. I’ll be right back. Don’t move an inch."

Sure enough, the black skirt fit Frank’s waist loosely, but it only went half way to down to his knees.

"I can’t wear this. It’s way too short. My legs look too long in it."

Sue smiled. He wasn’t refusing to dress up as a girl. "The length is fine. Without any hair, your legs look marvelous. Wait until you try on a pair of nylon stockings. You have no idea how good your legs will feel. Take the skirt off. We need to use something to keep the stockings up." Frank saw himself half naked in the mirror. He noticed his cock was as hard as an iron bar. He had no idea fooling around with clothes intended for a woman would excite him so much.

She placed a long black waist cincher with six frilly garters around his abdomen. With her coaxing, it surprisingly took in his waist a few inches. His shapely torso was now covered in sexy women’s underwear. His profile looked totally feminine. Sue carefully maneuvered his cock beneath the hem of the garment to see if it would stay there. Then, she told him to sit again, so she could put the nylon stockings on him. As she unrolled them, she tarried, smoothing each stocking out very carefully, letting her fingers linger on Frank’s legs, to heighten his libido.

Frank moaned in delight from strange sensations the sheer nylons caused as she fitted them snugly to his hairless legs. She clipped the lacy nylon tops to the six frilly hanging garters, nudging Frank’s hard prick. She finally handed Frank a pair of silk panties to put on next. He didn’t balk a bit and slid them over his sheer nylon covered toes without asking her help. If he didn’t cover his cock within the next minute, he was afraid he’d explode prematurely.

"Wait. First push your pricklet up inside the front of the waist cincher. The panties will hide your testicles if you push them down and toward the back."

Hiding his testicles didn’t present a problem, but thick ruffles across the back of the panties made his tush stick out, to his delight. He rubbed his buns and closed his eyes to imagine what having someone else rubbing them would feel like. His hard cock throbbed from being confined in the narrow sleeve built into the front of the waist cincher. Clever side padding sewn into the front panel was obviously meant to conceal a man’s hard cock. Hard as his cock was, it wouldn’t show.

Frank carefully stepped into the skirt, delighted that his male appendages were safely concealed. The skirt fit his tucked in waist too loosely, so Sue had him try on two others. A metallic silver skirt fit him far better, but was even shorter than the knit skirt. After all that work, it still looked wrong to Sue. Frank’s shoulders slumped as he thought he’d not be able to tease the men who had teased him earlier by masquerading to show them a thing or two about making fun of him.

Sue went into her closet and returned with a red sleeveless dress with a sheer overlay. She took the sweater off Frank and replaced it with the dress. It revealed more of his chest and a bit of the black bra. It clung to his firmly corseted waist to give him sexy curves that improved the feminine image he portrayed.

"Oh yeah! This will turn the guys’ heads. You look better in this dress than I do, Frank. Should I introduce you to the horny men downstairs as Fran or Francine? You’re going to blow their minds away when we stride in together, girl!"

"Francine seems more ladylike. Think I look passable enough to pull it off? Will I be able to fool them wearing this outfit?"

"No question. I don’t think Jack or Jeff would recognize you if they weren’t in on the show. You’d better watch out for Jeff. He’ll want you all to himself. "

"Show? I thought you said the lights would be low, and the men wouldn’t give me a second look when I first agreed to put on the stuff you bought. There’s no way that I’ll be able to sneak into the background wearing this shimmering dress. All I wanted to do was look inconspicuous as possible and blend into the background. I doubt that ploy will work now. I must look damn hot. Don’t I? It’s more fun than I imagined it would be. I think this idea is turning out better than you planned."

"I’ll say. Before we go downstairs, I’d better teach you how to dance with a man a little bit. Imitating a girl for the rest of the evening, you’ll have to dance backwards from how you normally do, or they’ll figure out who you are. " Frank reveled in the rustle of the nylons caressing his legs as they swayed around the small room. He wished that she’d forget about taking him down to the bar. Sue’s constant kisses and caresses had his motor running in overdrive.

Sue showed Frank where to place his hands on a man while dancing. She didn’t have to explain that putting one arm all the way around a man’s neck would be a hint to let them know he was willing to let them caress him as they snuggled to a slow number. She told him holding a man up close would keep other men near them from spotting a telltale bulge if it prominently protruded in front of his dress. Her hands roaming over the ruffled back of his panties caused Frank to swoon. He was sure pleased to find out how nice women’s clothes could feel.

"I know what to do! I’ll loan you a purse to hold in front of you when you aren’t out on the dance floor. I have a pair of dressy heels with open backs that will match the purse and dress beautifully. You’ll be a knockout! I think every man in the bar tonight will be hot as firecrackers to dance slow songs with you."

They finished dressing. Frank looked perfect wearing the matching high heels.

"Ready to go?"

Frank gulped. "Are you sure the men aren’t going to take offense? I wouldn’t like to be fooled by a guy masquerading as a woman. What if we cause another big scene, like Bubba did earlier or they want to beat me up for trying to fool them?"

"You worry too much. You look fine and you’ll be with me. We’ll have a great time. Look at the brighter side. You won’t have to buy any drinks. The boys will supply you with all you want. When we get downstairs. Ask Jeff to dance first. I’ll bet the other guys will be jealous and line up and you’ll dance the evening away."

"I’d rather dance the evening away with you, Sue."

"Well, I promised Jack I’d spend some time with him this week, but if you’d rather not dance with Jeff, ask Jack, instead. Maybe he’ll want to spend time with you more than with me. I’m sure some others downstairs will dance with you, as well, once they see that you know how to follow. Maybe they’ll want to join us for our party up here after the bar closes. You have my permission to invite them to join us, if you’d like, Francine."

"But you said you’d invite me back up to your apartment alone later, so we could get to know each other better, intimately. I was looking forward to your promise."

"I promised that you and I would get to have sex together before the week is out. What’s your hurry? You might discover sex with someone else more exciting."

"That’s what I’m afraid of. The men downstairs might get the same notion, as Jeff did, when I was only wearing your silk robe. How will the men react to seeing me like this? Even I think I look very attractive."

"So? Jeff said you eventually got as excited as he did earlier. Jeff accommodated you, and you both had a nice orgasm, didn’t you? You must have latent bisexual inclinations Frankie, or your libido would not have risen to the occasion with Jeff. Why not use the opportunity to find out how you really feel about men, while you look charming enough to eat? You don’t need to pursue having sex with the men. Just enjoy their impetuousness and let them show interest in you for the evening.

Maybe that last girlfriend of yours didn’t want to have sex with you because she wasn’t motivated by a docile nature. Many girls want their men to act forcefully, but I don’t think that’s your style. You’re the kind of guy that prefers others to be in command in romance, like wanting me to take charge of your transformation. No, I don’t think you are the type of guy that initiates a relationship. Personally, I find you very attractive dressed this way, because I get proactive with a man who isn’t afraid he’ll lose his masculinity by wearing clothes intended to make women to look very sexy to men.

Most men prefer to be in charge and look for lovers to direct without putting in a lot of effort. They’re lazy. Forget about social stigmas and see how men react to your obvious shyness. I think you’ll have a great time by acting yourself. After all, it’s only for tonight. You may discover more things you didn’t realize along the way. Maybe, you’ll find the reason you didn’t actively pursue girls is that you like men as well, deep down inside and like to be pampered.

Hey! I’m thirsty, Francine! I need a drink. Let’s go downstairs now!"

"Okay. Let’s find out what happens when they first see us walking in."

Francine had every man’s attention as soon as the two entered the bar. The whistles and remarks made him blush, but he loved the attention.

Jeff and Jack had a dimly lit booth waiting in a quiet corner. When Sue and Francine joined them, Jack asked Sue what she was drinking first. Then he turned to Frank with a raised eyebrow. "How about you, gorgeous?"

"I’ll have whatever Sue is drinking." Jack’s comment made Francine swoon.

Sue wanted a Long island iced Tea. "I’m in a very feisty mood. Let’s party"

Jack went off for the drinks. Jeff took Francine’s hand and asked for a dance.

"Okay, Jeff." She was surprised how easy dancing seemed when someone else was doing the leading. She put an arm around the back of Jeff’s thick neck. Jeff responded by pulling Francine close by the back of her waist. Her corseted torso was in contact with his from shoulders to thighs, and Frank liked the way it felt.

"I guess you know Sue and Jack planned to get me dressed up like this from the very beginning, probably before Jack ever invited me to spend the week at his cabin. My clothes are probably dry by now, but they won’t let me have them, so I decided to go along with their plan. That’s why you wanted me to remove her silky robe when you first saw me in her apartment. You wanted to find out if Sue would have a lot of trouble convincing me to get dolled up, or if I was already into wearing femmy things on my own."

"You’re right. I knew it from the moment you walked in with Jack, soaking wet. He was wearing hiking boots, to manage the slippery rocks over the creek with ease, but he figured you’d slip and fall into the creek because you wore smooth-soled loafers. Jack planned the whole thing. Are you very sore that he did?"

"A little. But, it worked. Here I am in Sue’s red dress that’s too big on her. Why?"

"If you haven’t guessed by now, Jack is gay. Now he won’t have to worry about you letting that slip out at the office, because you have a secret of your own to keep, as well. You’re the second person Jack brought up to his remote cabin to supposedly to go fishing, but really to seduce, but you’re the prettiest. You might as well know a sand truck didn’t damage the bridge over Fern Creek, either. Jack knew that you were wearing a pair of loafers and were likely lose your footing on the slippery rocks and land in the creek.

When Jack went off to purchase a set of dry clothes for you to wear, you put on a woman’s robe, believing no one would see you wearing it. Admit it, Fran. While you debated putting it on, you had to be a little curious as to how it would feel, or wouldn’t dare, in the first place. If you were a bit nosier, you would have found a complete set of Sue’s frilly underwear waiting to be tried on in the bathroom, on a shelf. I was assigned the pleasant task of finding out if you found them. Making sure that you wouldn’t be too opposed to being "turned" would have been easier if you did and were wearing them. Nonetheless, here you are, beautiful."

"Turned?"

"Try gay sex. Fear of being exposed publicly is what keeps men from trying out having sex with another man, not the fear of homosexual contact. Fear of being discovered by anyone while wearing Sue’s robe was easily supplanted by fear of my beating you up for not doing as I insisted, instead of telling me off. You were too afraid to open the robe to be seen naked, not to prove you weren’t wearing other women’s things under it. You knew you’d get seduced, so, I did just that.

You allowed me see you naked. When I shucked off my britches, you saw that I was sexually excited. You soon knew that you had no choice but do what I had wanted, because I already made you feel guilty. I accused you of pretending to be a girl; something you felt was highly improper to do. You felt trapped.

Assuming I was gay, you did the only thing you could to stop me from hitting you. By the way, the only thing I injured was your ego. You made a choice when I told you outright what I wanted. You didn’t fight me off or run away, nor did you try to call out for help. If you had refused and started yelling, Jack would have come to your aid, as your hero. He’d chase me off with some posed threats to fight me. Jack’s reputation would have remained intact, and you’d had spent the rest of the week fishing, as you originally thought was the plan. Instead, you succumbed to your curiosity and found gay sex was an acceptable alternative to physical injury.

You chose to satisfy me orally, when the lame excuses you tried failed you. Deep down inside, you really wanted me to subdue you, to see what gay sex was like. You rationalized that trying to prevent a beating by performing oral sex, once, to find out, wouldn’t make you gay, or turn you into a pervert. You were the same person you always were, but experienced a new aspect of sexual gratification. Then, Jack and Sue walked in on us, as planned. You discovered how Jack felt about gay sex. Your initial reaction was to claim self-defense to clarify Jack’s ill opinion of you. Jack responded by telling you he didn’t care if you were gay, and would like to try it, if he had encountered the right partner.

His immediate acceptance of your behavior saved you from the embarrassment you feared most. At that point the initial sexual encounter no longer appalled you. You were only afraid of facing consequences of getting caught by someone who could expose you back home where you live. When that threat vanished, you became more inquisitive to see how far the rest evening would go, with Sue.

You were easy to ‘turn’. Deep inside, you only needed the proper circumstances to uncover your latent inclinations. You let Sue deck you out real pretty without giving her a hard time. Doesn’t that tell you anything about your nature? Now, if Jack should happen to suggest entering into a sexual relationship with you, you can’t use the threat of exposing him back home as your defense. Can you?

Jack’s been interested in you for a long time. He arranged to have me corner you with Sue’s help to expose your latent homosexuality to you, so you could never accuse Jack for how you reacted. Jack now knows that you will carefully consider whether you can deny your accepting it honestly, and not blame him.

You’re a not a very aggressive person, Frank. You were probably well brought up to respect the rights and preferences of others. If you had to make a choice, you would prefer to live in a normal straight relationship since it wouldn’t cause your family to experience dismay or incite public ridicule.

You were willing to let your family priorities take precedence over your personal sexual desires. There is nothing wrong with being a submissive partner. In fact, you enjoy letting me lead while we’re dancing, instead of resisting, and asserting yourself. Take my advice. Listen carefully to what Jack will suggest, tonight. It may seem to be a bit weird to you, at first, but it will make sense in the long run, after you heard him out.

Jack knows that both your reputations and careers would suffer if homosexuality or even rumors about either of you were to circulate around the office. That’s why Jack actively promotes being an avid outdoorsman. It dispels rumors about his lack of interest in the single women that have showed interest in him at work. Women won’t take a back seat to a man’s pastimes. Women in love are very possessive creatures. If they can’t control a man, they spurn him as a prospect.

Take a look around, Fran. Not many guys here recognize you as the guy that fell into the creek earlier. They’re not too interested in women. You probably feel that they all saw through your makeup and clothing. It’s not the case. They won’t give you any trouble. The way you were dressed before, they might have hit on you.

Because you came in with Sue, who they all know is equally attracted to women and men, they figure you are with her, so they aren’t likely to make a play for you, even if they are somewhat interested. They assume that you are already taken. You are, but Jack is the one who has his sights set on you --- and he wants you to be dressed the way you are right now.

Oh, there’s one more reason I turned you out tonight. Jack wanted to be sure you would react like you did, before he tells you about something that he had no part in, but discovered will happen soon. He wants you to weigh an alternative he’d like you to consider. Have you noticed? The dance music has stopped playing. Whatever happens next, I want you to know I think you are a beautiful person and I am glad that Jack had Sue introduced us. If you hate me for what I did, I’m sorry. Whatever you choose to do in the future, I wish you the best of luck."

 

Chapter Four.

Francine accepted Jack’s request to dance next.

"I’m flattered by the amount of effort you went through to set up my adventure into wearing women’s clothes, Jack. Bubba’s seduction showed me something about myself I never knew. I guess my lack of ability to defend myself tells more than I was willing to admit, even to me. I kept my narcistic nature hidden away, even from myself. I’m glad you did it. I guess I wasn’t being honest about it.

I tried to ignore the deep feelings inside about the possibility of being gay. I was raised to be like the rest of my family, who are died-in-the-wool homophobes. If you had made a move on me up in the cabin yourself, I would have acted much different, and took off for home like a bat out of hell. There was no way I would have given you a chance to approach me sexually. If you forced yourself on me, like Jeff did, I’d have fought you off, to retain my prior revulsion to gay sex when we returned to work next week. Feeling as I did, I might have exposed you to everyone we know. You made a wise choice, having Jeff ‘turn’ me, instead.

Jeff was a stranger. I could not use a threat of exposure to keep him from forcing me to satisfy him. There were no witnesses. My claims that he forced me would have been my word against his. I’m no match for his brute strength, so he easily subdued me. In my terrified state of mind, my only sure route to surviving the ordeal intact was to submit and get away as soon as I could, unscathed.

While he forced me to do what he wanted, I was extremely revolted by the idea. Yet, I meekly accepted what was bound to occur, anyway. After I decided to give in to his superior strength, I discovered that I enjoyed Jeff’s complete control over me. How was I to know I’d enjoy being controlled sexually by another man?

Is that what you want to hear, Jack? Does knowing I might be receptive to you, as well, make a difference? I can’t say that I appreciate what he did. Jeff took advantage of my passive nature. If it ever should happen again, I’ll probably respond in the same way that I did for Jeff, or I should say Bubba.

At first, I thought Bubba was a sex-crazed lunatic, that couldn’t be put off with a logical refusal. I can’t deny how I acted. He tricked me into believing he’d have beaten me to a pulp if I didn’t comply. I survived by fellating him. He was right about one thing. Giving head wasn’t as terrible as I thought it would be. Kissing him, and letting him fondle me was as rewarding as my ideas of a shy girl being taken would be. The only difference is, it was I who was submitting to a man."

"How do you compare the two: men versus women, Fran?"

"I can’t remember the last time a girl kissed me with that much passion. Maybe no girl ever did. Kathy’s kisses were emotionless by comparison. Jeff’s kisses thrilled me; they made me want to respond with equal passion."

Jack leaned over slowly and kissed Frank right on the lips. Frank relaxed in his arms, and slid his hand behind Jack’s neck more, drawing him closer. The two continued to kiss as they marked time to the music in one spot. Frank, put his other hand behind Jack’s neck and let Jack put both arms around his/her waist.

"Let’s go off by ourselves. I want to make passionate love to you, Fran."

"Are you sure, Jack? What if I don’t react the same as I did with Jeff?"

"I’m positive. Should we ask Sue to let us use her apartment again, or would you prefer me to ask Jeff to loan us his pick-up again and return to my cabin?"

"The cabin. I would prefer some privacy with you, Jack. I already found out what someone spying on me is like. If you want me Jack, it has to be like this, with me dressed as a woman. I don’t know why, but I feel real good wearing the clothes. Strange as it may seem, they feel appropriate for the occasion. Is that okay?"

"I insist on it, Fran. The reason I fabricated the story about the bridge being out was to get you out of your male clothes and find out how you would respond to being feminized. I knew you aren’t very macho. If I had tried to convince you to put on a dress for me on my own, you wouldn’t have done it in a million years.

Besides, I don’t know the first thing about dresses. Even if by some miracle you accepted the challenge from me, I doubt you would look so delightful as you do with Sue’s help. It proves looking sexy it takes more than good raw material. She did a great job making you look outstanding tonight."

"I know. I’m glad she did. I’ll need her help to continue, Jack, but not tonight."

"Sue agreed to give you deportment lessons, starting tomorrow if you want them. By the end of the week, she says you’ll be able to manage on your own."

Jack and Fran asked Jeff to loan them his pick-up and promised to return it early in the morning. With keys in hand, they walked together arm-in-arm. Jack opened the pick-up’s door for Fran. She liked Jack’s chivalrous attention, as he held her arm to climb into the high truck cab. While the engine warmed up, Jack took Fran into his arms and kissed her tenderly. Fran returned Jack’s kisses eagerly.

There was little doubt in Fran’s mind, what was bound to occur when they arrived at Jack’s cabin. As Jack began to pet her more aggressively, she that knew they would never get there, unless she stopped him before the both of them went too far to want to stop. She pushed him away and faked a cough.

"My looking like a beautiful woman must be important to you, Jack. You went to a lot of trouble. It surprises me, but so far, I like doing it."

"Fran. I’ve admired you from a distance ever since you joined the company."

"I’m flattered, but how did you know I’d accept being feminized? I’m not sure that I can do it on my own, or even if I want to. I’d like to explore it more, but I have serious doubts I’ll be able to do it well enough to pass under close scrutiny."

"I guess that you don’t see yourself as I see you, Fran. You make some gestures like women do at times, unconsciously. You have no idea how many times I had wanted to run up to you, take you in my arms and kiss you in front of everyone."

"Oh, my, Jack! What would they say?"

"They’d flip out! Still, I want you so badly, I was willing to let everyone know that I’m gay and madly in love with you, even if it meant our immediate dismissals. That reminds me. I had to invite you to my cabin this week if I had any hopes of finding out if you were willing to accept my feelings toward you, Fran."

"Oh, Jack. My dressing this way is merely an exciting experiment, not serious."

"I was going to ask you if you’d accept reassignment to my team, so that you could work for me instead of for your present boss, who’s a louse."

"Oh, yes. I’d love to. I despise my present boss, Jack. He constantly criticizes my work and gives me bad information purposely to make sure that I’ll screw up."

I have some rather bad news, Fran. You present supervisor doesn’t appreciate your finer qualities. On his last review, he recommended firing you. I know it’s because of a personality conflict, and you do exemplary work. I tried my best to intervene, but my boss won’t allow me to because I’m to relocate to open a new branch office, in the near future. Before then, the company plans to ask for your resignation, --- at the end of the month.

"Oh! It’s as bad as that? What can I do? I need my job to survive!"

"When I asked about your being reassigned to me, my boss refused but then he suggested I alert you to your upcoming dismissal while we’re not in the office. He didn’t want you to make a scene or undermine the company’s policy to deter to a team leader’s authority. He hopes you’ll consider voluntarily seeking employment elsewhere. If you do, you can present a good work history from previous jobs. It won’t look good on a resume if you’ll have to indicate that you were discharged from your present position due to bad performance and personality problems."

"Oh. The bastard! I tried hard, Jack. He hates me because I’m not forceful!"

"I know. It’s unfair. The employees in my group that choose not to relocate with me to a new branch will be merged into his group. He’ll use the excuse of excess staffing to let you go. I feel it’s my fault, that he’ll be able to do it."

"Looks like I’m about to be screwed in more ways than expected. Without a job or a likely prospect due to the way the economy is going, I’ll probably have to go on unemployment and return back home to live with my folks for a while."

"Not necessarily, Fran. You could apply for a job with me using a different name, once I’ve established a new territory. My superiors won’t question my selections of employees that I’ll need to staff the new branch. I’ll teach you how I’ll expect you to handle orders you’ll process without making mistakes. Your present boss will try to make your work look worse, if you don’t resign before month’s end."

"It won’t work, Jack. If I resign now, I’ll need to find another job for support until your new branch is up and running. I don’t have much money saved. I can barely manage to pay my rent and other existing bills. I bought a computer on my credit cards so I could improve my work skills during evenings. Jobs are scarce. I won’t lie to a potential employer about my intentions. I’d love to work for you, Jack, but if I did, it would make a personal relationship -- difficult to keep secret."

"My promotion to branch manager will include a hefty pay hike that will exceed what we both make now. You could stay with me. You could take time off to see if you’d like living with me before considering making a permanent commitment. If you would, you won’t have to work any more. I’ll support you. Don’t try to decide anything right now. Let’s continue on to my cabin now to find out whether you will accept my real devotion to you. If you find you want me, I’ll spend the entire week proving to you how much I care about you."

Jack kissed Fran again. His hands roamed over her thinly clad flesh thrilling her. She knew the only way to accept his love would be to try to act like a woman for him. The absence of body hair made Jack’s ministrations too delicious to deny.

Fran ceased to resist the mixed emotions surfacing within her. The very annoying news about losing her job would have to wait. At the moment, all that she wanted to do was find out if she could make Jack a happy man and satisfy his own need for affection by being Jack’s gay lover. Dressed to act the part, she wanted to be sure passively accepting a man’s sexual attentions without force would enable him/her to reciprocate Jack’s proclaimed ardor.

They wasted no time at the cabin. Jack took her dress off and covered Fran with passionate kisses, falling to his knees before her. She didn’t resist when Jack led her to the divan on his knees and took her surging manhood out from within its confining hiding place. Fran sat at the edge of the seat, while Jack engulfed the cockhead in one long pull. Being a passive recipient of oral sex felt as wonderful as Frank always imagined it to be. He soon erupted into Jack’s eagerly sucking mouth without realizing a man could provide such magnificent satisfaction.

Jack’s supplication was far different from Jeff’s. Jeff’s lips were soft and tender. Jack’s were urgent and demanding, far more insistent on extracting Fran’s cum. Fran felt captivated by Jack’s total control over her without forcing himself on her. She wanted this man’s affection. He wasn’t merely interested in his own needs.

She leaned over caressing Jack’s face with her delicately painted fingertips, imagining having a pussy for Jack to worship. The cock flesh softened and Fran imagined lips that Jack could part to fill with his manhood. Jack was giving Fran what he had hoped Kathy would provide: devoted unrequited sexual release.

He exploded into Jack’s mouth a second time, while still soft. Jack took Fran’s tender testicles into his mouth along with the soft flesh of his cock. Fran loved the feeling of Jack’s lips pressing against his hair free groin.

Jack pushed on Fran’s gonads gently with his tongue, separating them. Fran held Jack’s head in place and stiffened to speed a third load of cream to the man who was insisting on draining Fran thoroughly dry. With a deep inner sigh born of total abandon, Fran leaned back and let Jack swallow his meager ejaculation.

He felt the tongue continue to lick between the soft nodules. It seemed as if Jack was trying to push them into Fran’s body with his tongue. Fran knew he wouldn’t be able to get his cock stiff again. Still, Jack continued without giving Fran a sign of his quitting soon. The tongue kept pushing deeper into Fran’s groin cavity. Fran imagined how a vagina might feel with only a nub protruding. The thought excited him so, he spent again, without yielding a discharge, only the surges of sexual lust that Frank had been deprived of experiencing for well over a year.

Jack let sperm mingled with his saliva trickle out from his mouth. It slowly crept its way between Fran’s nether cheeks. Jack used it to moisten the tight rosebud beneath Fran’s balls. The touch of a finger there was no surprise. Fran knew that Jack would try to enter the tiny orifice to consummate their union. Fran gasped. "Oh, yes, Jack! Touch me there. Open me up. Fill me. Make me your woman."

"Are you sure you want me to do it to you? If you do, I’ll expect you to do more."

"Yes, Jack! Fuck me! It’s what you wanted, isn’t it? You want to fuck me so I know being a femmy queen it’s right for me and I’ll beg you for more, don’t you?"

"Yes! Beg. Tell me that you want me inside your bum. Show me you’re willing to become my little fuck slut. I need you, but I need you to want it as much as I do."

"Then, fuck me, Jack! I want you to fuck me. I want feel what it will be like to be your sex slave. Fill me with your hot spunk, Jack. You’ll be doing me a big favor."

"It will hurt a bit at first. Imagine it is your hymen being torn open. Scream if you feel like it. No one but I will hear you. I want you to scream when I ram my cock into you. Scream loud, so I know that you are willing to suffer through pain to have me devastate you. Will you do that? Will you tell me how much it hurts?"

"Yes, I will. I want you to know that I want it, regardless of how bad it might feel. ARGGGGHHHHH! Oh, my god. It hurts Jack! It hurts a lot! Wait! Not so rough! Please Jack! Oh! You’re ripping me open! Oh, lord in heaven, it hurts."

"Take it. Stop trying to force it back out. Relax your muscle and let your boy-cunt become accustomed to my big prick inside of it. You know you want it. The pain will soon subside. Just relax, Fran and welcome my cock inside."

"No! Take it out, Jack! It hurts too much! I was wrong. I can’t handle the pain."

"Too late, my love. You said that you desperately want me to fuck you. You went through all the preparations to find out what being a woman would be like. Why should I let you back out at this point? In a few minutes, the pain will ease and you’ll be able to enjoy it more than you can imagine. Have patience."

Jack caressed Fran and licked at the lobe of her right ear. The distraction of his wet tongue probing into her ear enabled Fran to ignore the intense pain. Fingers on her pert nipples also sent waves of lust emanating from them. Jack used his skill to coax Fran into accepting the sudden intrusion of his surging cock. Little by little, Fran’s cries subsided. When Jack felt it was time to proceed, he slowly lifted his weight and brought it back down again, sinking his cock deeper.

"Ooof! It feels so huge, Jack! You should have warned me about your size."

"Does it still hurt a lot?"

"Yes! It hurts a real lot. But I think I’ll survive. Just don’t move too quickly. It feels as if you are pushing a giant cucumber into me."

"I am! My cucumber. By the time you were willing to let me take you, I got as big as a cucumber. However, I’m not taking it back out until it’s a little pickle. It likes to hide in a warm place like your love chute. You’d better get used to having it in there. By next week, I intend to mould your ass into the shape of my big cock, so you’ll feel empty without it being there."

"No thanks! Once is enough! I don’t think I’ll want to let you do this again. It’s a wonder women don’t like sex as much as men do. It’s painful on this end, Jack."

"We’ll see how you feel after I fill you up with my seed. I’m going to start to fuck you in earnest now. Let me know if I’m hurting you too much."

"AGH! It’s still tender, Jack. Oh, that’s better. Move it like that again. MMMM! It does feel less painful." Jack continued to fill Fran’s ass with his mauling cock.

"Deeper, Jack. Put it all the way in and keep it in there. It’s nicer having it all the way inside. Full, but rewarding. Now move it a fraction of an inch or so at a time. Yes, that doesn’t seem to hurt as much as it did when you first entered me."

"Why not let me do all the talking? Only say something if I hurt you. Enjoy your first fuck. I know how it feels. It’s time for you to discover the joys of great sex."

Fran didn’t respond. She obeyed Jack. She knew he’d want her to. As her tush got used to being taken by a man, she began to sense it was lubricated enough to not be damaged by his slow, deliberate strokes. When she sighed in ecstasy, he pummeled her harder until his ball sac was slapping up against her bottom.

She moaned to let him know that she wanted more, without saying a word.

"Beg. If you want it, beg me for it."

"Yes, yes. Fill me. I want it. I need it. Use me. Fill me with your meat, Jack. Don’t stop. Don’t ever stop. It’s big but it fits perfectly now. Give me your man-pole."

"See? I knew that you’d love being fucked. You’re my little sissy slut now, aren’t you? You want me to fuck you like this all night, don’t you? Say it. Say it loud!"

"Yes, yes. I’m your sissy slut. Fuck my butt all night long, as long as you can and don’t stop. Fill me with your man cream; and leave your big cock in to plug up my hole. I want to feel your cock go soft inside of me. I never knew anything could feel this good. Tell me that you love me, Jack. Tell me the things you said before. Tell me you had the hots for me since I started working at the firm. Tell me."

"I had my eye one you from the first day I saw you, Frank. I’ve waited over a year to sink my cock into you. I’ll keep it there until your back gets sore from carrying the weight of it inside. When I’m not fucking you, I’ll ram a vibrator up your ass to keep you in heat for my next fucking. By the end of the week, you’ll be walking bowlegged. From now on, you’ll douche first thing every morning to be fresh for a fucking. I want you to keep your ass well lubricated and plugged, so I won’t have to wait for your rim to expand to accommodate me. Say it. Tell me it’s you want."

"Yes, Jack. I need to be kept ready to be fucked. I’ll be your cock’s nesting site. If you are ever too tired to fuck me, I want a big dildo stuffed up into me, so I will be perpetually ready for you to fuck me. I only wish you’d stop calling me Frank. When I’m dressed like a woman, call me Fran or Francine, please, Jack."

"Okay, but if I have to call always you Fran that’s the way you are going to look. From now on, you are going to be my girlfriend: Fran. I don’t ever want to see you wearing male clothes again. That way, it will be simpler to get a new driver’s license and alter your social security card.

One letter eradicated from the social security card and you can use it to apply for a new driver’s license and have a pretty picture of you taken dressed up as a woman on it. Say it. Tell me you’ll pledge to become a woman for me full-time."

"Yes, oh, yes. I want to become a woman for you, Jack. I’ll cook for you, mend your clothes and do the laundry like a good wife. I’ll draw your bath and bring your slippers to you when you come home from work, if that is what you want of me. I’ll be your pretty social secretary in the daytime and your fuck-slut at night, as long as you promise to fuck me every night with this fantastic cock of yours."

"Oh, no. Not my wife, Fran. You’ll be my personal sex slut. If I want you to fuck my friend Sue, you’ll do it. If I want you to reward Jeff with another great blowjob, you’ll smile and act greedy for him, as well. You’ll be at my sexual beck and call.

To live with me, you’ll have to accept my terms. I want no wife. I want a personal trollop that can’t get enough sex; so you’ll be happy to let others of my choosing have access to your charms. Say it. Say you’ll be my sex pet, and I’ll fill your ass with my hot cream. You need my sperm, baby. Admit it. You never knew that sex as a woman or a man could be so good. Say it."

"I never knew sex could be so good, Jack. Fill me up with you juice. I’ll be your pet, for as long as you want me. I’ll even let you loan me out if that’s what turns your crank. I want you to take complete charge of my sex life and thrill me like this all the time. I need your seed inside of me now. Cum now, and I promise to obey you, no matter what you ask of me, Jack. Please don’t tease me any more."

As Jack’s cock spewed a thick load deep into Fran’s ass, she shuddered and climaxed again, and again. She swooned as he continued to ram his cock deep into her until it was too soft to control. Then, he let it stay in her, getting softer and softer.

Fran soon fell asleep with visions of her acting like a wife filling her head, flitting about the house, dusting, cooking and doing the laundry like a dutiful modern homemaker, wearing a frilly apron over a blouse and skirt ensemble.

As sunshine coming through the window of the cabin hit Fran’s eyes, she woke to find Jack’s cock slipped out during the night and Jack was gone. She stayed in the bed, listening for sounds of Jack preparing for the day, her Jack.

What a night! Fran looked down. She was still tightly encased in the corsetry Sue used to mould her into a woman. She wanted to continue, but her body itched. If she could only find a way to look authentic without needing the confining corset, she’d do it. Then, she could wear gossamer thin nightwear and feel Jack’s strong hands caress her directly. She smiled as she remembered him kissing her tiny nipples. What made his lips feel so enticing? Was she truly a woman at heart?

 

 

Chapter Five.

 

She silently went to the bathroom to expel Jack’s hefty sperm deposit. Her anal ring made strange noises as her watery stool forced out the congealed semen. She wiped carefully, as she was sore from his buggering. On the vanity across from the toilet sat a large jar of cold cream. Fran picked it up to read the label. "10% Wild Yam Cream." A post-it note on the jar’s cover advised Fran to douche thoroughly first, then inject no less than a full ounce of the cream in her "pussy" with the applicator that was beside the jar. She picked that up and examined it. It looked like cross between a turkey baster and a hypodermic syringe without a needle attached. Line along the side indicated the volume in ounces It would slide easily into her poop chute to deposit the cream.

Jack appeared in the doorway. "As long as you wish to stay with me, you’ll treat your back door with that particular cream. It has properties that will help you fulfill your five promises that you made to me last night."

"I made five promises to you?"

"You sure did. I wrote them out to help you memorize them.

You’ll do everything I ask of you and only wear women’s clothes from now on. If I see you in men’s clothes, you will be telling me you want out.

You’ll be my sex pet to be used however I deem appropriate. You will not be a wife to me. I want no wife. I already have a maid to clean house for me and a good laundry and cleaning service to tend to my clothing.

You’ll have your body trained and painted to my specifications to be able to pass with ease in public as a woman, even under close scrutiny.

You’ll be my sissified sex pet and do whatever I say and sexually satisfy me or anyone else who I direct you to please when I ask it of you.

You’ll always keep your sissy pussy well douched and ready to be fucked at a moment’s notice. You’ll start right now, so I know that you’ll always do it properly. Always douche thoroughly with two quarts of warm water, three times. Always make sure the final rinse flows clear and smells nice. If your bowel requires additional rinsing, continue using hotter water. Afterwards, inject at least one ounce of the wild yam cream and keep it inside all day with a butt plug. If I ever find any waste on my cock, you’ll lick it off.

Agreed?"

"Yes, Jack, but why must I decide so soon?"

"I know that serving me well will make you happy. I’ll try to be considerate of your needs and desires, Fran. To be successful, we’ll both have to work hard at this. Neither of us wants to expose your manhood publicly. I explained everything I need in a perfect soul mate. I chose you because you are everything I hoped for.

I can and will provide you what will make your life into a magnificent dream come true. An essential element of your dream is total obedience to me. You know that you want to be possessed by another person, totally, heart and soul. Maybe your old fiancé could have possessed you, but she neglected you because you were far too submissive for her. She found someone that suited her tastes better.

Then, I found you and fell in love. You suit my sexual needs, perfectly. By the end of the week, we’ll know if I will suit your sexual needs. As well."

"Oh, Jack. I already know. I can’t tell you how much you pleased me last night."

"I’ll bide my time, Fran. I’m going off to bring Sue over now for your deportment lesson. Be nice and reward her by kissing her vagina as long as she wants you to. I know she’ll enjoy that from a sissy in training. Be sure to learn your lessons well. You’ll only have a week to perfect your appearance. Mess it up, and you’ll find yourself without a job and no prospect to support yourself by next month.

Do a conscientious job, and you can live with me as my personal sex pet. You know what to expect from me. I’ll treat you like a princess. All you need to do is look pretty and behave like a slut."

"I’d love to be your slut, Jack. Looking pretty is something I’m not sure I can do. Sue made me look great, but I don’t know if I can do it good enough to pass."

"All you have to do is try. If Sue’s help needs bolstering, I can send you off to a special beauty boot camp for further training. The one I have in mind can make a frightful dog look like a gorgeous fox in a few months or less. They are specialists that cater to the theatrical profession. They raise cosmetology to an art form. If necessary, we’ll have you get implants and have liposuction to sculpt your body into a perfect ‘ten’. I want a sex pet that makes all other men drool in lust."

"Oh!" Fran wondered what it would be like to have men drooling over her body. What a great way to stick a burr under Kathy’s saddle. Fran thought how nice it would be to see Kathy’s main squeeze slobbering all over, seeing the new Fran.

"Sounds interesting. Are you sure they take men that want to look like women?"

"It’s a specialty of theirs. Say! Would you consider becoming a show stopper?"

"I don’t think I’d ever go that far, but I’d love to see Kathy’s new hunk groveling at my feet. I owe her an overdue payback. I’ll get him to invite her to a threesome and fuck her silly, then cast her aside like she did to me."

"That sounds like a fun trip, but getting too deep into your transformation may rob you of the means to fulfill that fantasy. Too much hormonal influence will take the lead out of your pencil. If you expect to continue performing as an alley cat in bed instead of a kitten, you better choose your hormone intake carefully. The school will want to pump you full of female hormones right away to make their task easy. I don’t want you to lose your ability to feed me your cream, Fran. Too much of the hormones will rob you of virility. I like to suck a soft cock, but not an empty one."

"Oh. I know so little. What will you want me to have done?"

"Implants and liposuction. There’s a new laser treatment that will erase your male facial hair permanently. You’re submissive enough without feminine hormones."

"Are the procedures you suggest expensive and painful?"

"Breasts and beard removal, I’ll pay for gladly, Fran. I’ll want to fuck you between perfect breasts and have you kiss the tip of my cock on every stroke as I do it."

"Ew! That sounds ultra sexy to me. I can’t wait."

"You’d be willing to get implants for me?"

"After the fucking you gave me last night, Jack; I’d be willing to get a pussy of my own for you to munch on. When you sucked me off, the way you kept pushing in your tongue into my groin, it felt like you want me to have a vagina."

"No way. If I wanted a woman, I wouldn’t have searched you out. I want you to keep the three-piece set you have intact, Fran. Don’t worry. I’ll give you plenty of oral pleasure. Blowing you last night stoked my furnace to stay fired up longer than anyone else ever did. Let’s keep your male parts as they are. Okay?"

"Yes, dear." Fran gave Jack a pleading look as if to say he would be obedient to Jack’s every whim. "I could always entice other men for you to fellate if I had a real pussy to use as bait. We could have great threesomes, too"

"No, and that’s final, Fran."

"Yes, dear. I was only speculating. Real breasts sound like fun, though."

 

 

Chapter Six.

Sue spent the morning explaining how and how not to use makeup and ways to hide Fran chin shadow. Fran was an eager pupil; absorbing every instruction Sue gave. Fran applied and removed the cosmetics for over two hours before she got everything close to being right.

The last hour was spent showing Fran how to hand launder satin corsetry and extract excess moisture by placing the garments between absorbent towels. The hardest part was ironing the delicate fabrics so the corsetry would return to their original shapes after being worn. Extra care had to be taken with the foam-filled inner padding so they would hold their shapes while the outside of the garments were pressed smooth.

Fran was treated to a trip to Sue’s vagina as a reward for being a studious pupil. It was Fran’s first time to gaze upon a woman’s love nest Sue showed Fran every part, and how to best stimulate a woman to orgasm orally. Fran was eager to do her best. Sue announced each orgasm as it came upon her, so Fran would easily recognize a woman experiencing an orgasm by the way Sue bucked into Fran’s lips and tongue.

When Sue could not tolerate another peak of arousal, she pushed Fran away, and panted heavily. "One more, and I’d pass out in bliss, Fran. I‘ll give you one more laundry lesson. Bring your cock here, and let me take the starch out of it."

Sue sucked Fran’s cock until it exploded. Then, Sue fed Fran her own sperm.

Fran didn’t think it was nearly as pungent as Jeff’s or Jack’s. Still it was thrilling to obey Sue, and she knew she’d never let another drop of sperm go to waste. Sue promised Fran they would have sex together by the end of the week, if she would lap up her sperm from inside her pussy afterwards. She told Fran Jack instructed her to give Frank every opportunity to experience normal sex with a woman and decide for himself whether he preferred straight or gay sex.

After a prolonged rinse together in the shower with a lot of hugging, kissing, and mutual toweling afterward, Sue laced Fran into a severe corset that started high on her shoulders and went well past her ass cheeks, and ended below her hips.

Fran felt the laces tug at her body, but didn’t complain. She trusted Sue did what was necessary to teach Fran how to act more like a real woman.

"This corset doesn’t look very sexy, Sue. "

"It’s meant to improve your body’s contours, not your score. I’ll tighten it up again twice before you can get dressed. Jack wants you to acquire an hourglass figure, eventually. For a young girl, it would take many months of tight lacing. For a guy, even one as lithe as you are, it’ll take forever. You won’t see much improvement right away, but eventually, the results will be evident. In the meantime, the restriction will force you to move with grace."

"It doesn’t feel very restrictive right now. It doesn’t seem to be as tight as the one I wore last night. It makes me look like an old woman."

"Don’t complain too soon. It will feel like a vise around your waist after I tighten it twice. Walking around in it will spread out the laces at your thighs and tighten the ones at the waistline. We’re off to the mall to get you fitted for lingerie. Knowing Jack, you’ll have a new set for every day of the month. Being a pampered sex toy is a lot of fun, but it is primarily for the pleasure of your lover. Remember that.

You must always try to look your best for Jack. He’s spending a fortune on you to develop you to your highest potential. Skipping a hearty breakfast and cleansing your colon every morning will keep our tummy flat, and in the tight corset eating too much during the day will make you feel nauseous. From today on, you’ll eat smaller amounts of food several times a day to maintain a high energy level while you burn away stored-up calories."

"I’m already thin as a rail. How does he expect me to lose any weight?"

"You won’t lose any weight. You’ll be taking a low dose of estrogen for a while. As your burn off what little fat is on your body, new fat will be deposited into cells determined by the estrogen flowing through your bloodstreams. You’ll have a smaller waistline, and nice rounded fanny cheeks. Think of how nice you will feel when Jack massages those four pillows when they start to appear."

"Four pillows?"

"Yup! Two smaller ones here, and two nice fluffy ones back here." Sue tweaked Fran’s nipples first through the corset, then, patted her hands on Fran’s rump.

"You can be a homegrown beauty a few months from now, Fran. With your meek countenance, you’ll be a real doll. Let’s finish your hair and get you into a blouse and skirt. Dresses aren’t the best things to wear while out shopping. Something easy to slip on and off makes shopping all day a lot less tiresome."

"Oh. We’re going out shopping? I don’t think we’ll get away with it."

"The store clerks will take down your measurements to help select clothes that will fit your body well. This corset will deter them from requesting you to undress first. Besides, we’ll want to get sizes to be worn over your body shapers.

In due time, you’ll be able to wear the same clothes without a body shaper, but by then, you might be used to the support they provide and continue to use them. Leastwise, you’ll grow accustomed to wearing foundations all the time. Jack said he wants his girl to be old fashioned, and totally feminine in every way. You won’t find me in one of these. I’d rather die. Still, most women of fashion wore corsetry for many a year. Today’s styles are less demanding on women, but they already have the contours required. Your body needs to be urged more to look svelte."

"It doesn’t look so ‘svelte’ to me. The stuff you gave me yesterday was tighter. It left me with red marks all over from the thin metal strips inside."

"They’re called ‘stays’, Fran. This unit is smooth on the inside. See how the stays stick out on the surface? Try to bend over at the waist."

"Oh, I can’t. They dig in if I try."

"Precisely, so don’t try. The rigidity will improve your posture. Go over to the door to the bathroom. Curl your fingers over the top of the door and let all your weight hang from your extended arms by bending your knees and letting your forelegs extend to the rear. I’ll take up some slack in the laces when you do."

Fran did as Sue asked. Sue slowly removed all the slack from the corset in back by tugging the center loops first, then alternating the ones above and below it, as Fran’s waist became smaller and smaller. Fran could feel the structure compress his flesh. Sue repeated the process, step by step, until Fran could hardly breathe.

"Now, slowly put your weight back onto your feet."

Fran almost fell over backwards. She found she was unable to bend at all. "This thing fits like a vise, Sue. Will I be able to walk around in it?"

"Sure, but the criss-cross diagonal panels over your thighs will urge you to take shorter steps, like a woman. You’ll be less likely to give yourself away by striding like a man. In fact, they’ll help you to develop a bit of a sway to your mincing gait. Walk across the room. You’ll see what I mean."

Fran felt the tug against the front of his thighs with each step. The corset creaked from the strain he put on it. By the time she reached the other side of the room, her pace adjusted to a more feminine step and she eased the tension by placing one foot in front of the other.

"Good. Now point your toes when you walk and let the balls of your feet meet the floor instead of your heels. Notice how you move your arms to compensate your lack of balance. That’s how women walk to look graceful.

Let me take your waist measurement." Sue took out a yellow cloth tape from the box that the corset was in. "Twenty-six inches, not bad for a beginner. Months from now a waist this wide will seem hideous to you. To make your hips appear larger and your chest seem voluptuous as any gorgeous woman’s, without using excessive hormones, we’ll whittle it down under twenty inches with the corsets."

"Twenty inches? That’s impossible!"

"You don’t have to change. You can keep your male figure if you’d like. Jack will be disappointed, and you’ll have a hard time buying clothes that fit you well, but why should you care? Just tell Jack you changed your mind. Being his sex pet is not that important to you. Is it?"

If Fran could sit down and cry, she would have. "I’m about to be fired. If I go back home to my family a failure, I’ll hate it. My dad will get me a job in the factory he works for and my education will have been all for nothing. Jack wants me to live with him until I can be hired in his new branch. He won’t want to hire me if I don’t try to please him by showing a measure of good faith.

Tighten it up, Sue. I’m sure I can take it, if women had done it for centuries."

"Not so fast. If I make it too tight, too soon, you might break a rib and set back the clock to day one minus ninety. After that, your ribs would be weak, so you’d have to progress even slower. Let’s not be hasty. My friend Betty told me this corset is the best posture trainer on the market today. The instruction pamphlet shows how to develop Victorian contours in the least amount of time possible. By the way, I promised Betty we’d stop in to see her today to make sure it’s on right.

You won’t mind meeting Betty. She used to go by the name of Ben. You have a lot in common with her. She swears by her corsets. She used to be shaped like a pear instead of her fantastic hourglass figure. Use her for inspiration. It’ll do you good to know what’s possible and what isn’t. It won’t be easy, but it can be fun."

"Other men masquerade as women, too?"

"Oh, come on, Fran. Do you think you are the only man in the world that revels in wearing women’s clothes? Thousands of men do it, everywhere. Check the topic on the web. You’ll find tons of information under transvestites and transgendered resources. Where have you been hiding? In a cave?"

"I thought transvestism was just a cult thing centered in England led by women that want to subject their men into being their maids as punishment for infidelity."

"That’s one plane on a many faceted gem. Most women can wear men’s clothes these days all over the world. It’s not even considered a fetish, or outlandish."

"That’s different. It was a cultural shift caused by women working in the factories during the Second World War. Men don’t have the same privilege."

"The latest generation of males are wearing jewelry, makeup made specially for them, and baggy shorts that look a lot like the culottes women wear. Ten years from now, they’ll be wearing flared waistcoats and flounced blouses, like men did in high society Europe a hundred plus years ago. Many styles seem to be new and revolutionary, but merely revolve in long-term cycles spanning the centuries.

I’ll bet you have a silk shirt hiding in the back of your closet for special occasions when the people you are afraid will chastise you for having it aren’t around to see you wear it. What’s the harm? Wear what feels good to you.

I have a cousin that wears tight, long-leg, spandex tummy-tuckers when he goes out for his morning jogs. Not one person would dare to tell him they think he is gay for wearing them. Ten years ago, a man wouldn’t be caught dead wearing a panty-girdle in public. That’s what his tight jogging shorts are: a panty-girdle.

You can stop pacing the floor, Fran. You seem to have the knack for walking like refined woman. You won’t be able to put on nylons wearing that corset, so sit on the edge of the bed and let me put a pair of ankle sock on you. With fresh day makeup, you can wear a pair of fresh Dockers and a polo shirt. No one will know that a man is inside. The pants you wore last night when you went swimming are too wrinkled to wear. I have them out in the car. Where is your suitcase?"

"Still in the main room. I didn’t get a chance to unpack. We were in a hurry to get across Fern Creek before it got dark. It seems ages ago, not yesterday." Fran was reminiscing about the events that led to a man standing in a bedroom with a beautiful lady wearing an old-fashioned full-body corset. What would Frank have done if he saw a prediction of what happened to him in the course of one night?

Sue silently put a pair of white socks on Fran’s feet. She could hardly wait to see the look on Betty’s face when they entered her shop to exchange the ill-fitting Capri’s and pleated shorts for proper sized ones. The addition of one thousand dollars to her open account at Betty’s from Jack was all the encouragement she needed. Participation in making Fran into a lovely piece of fluff for Jack was icing on the cake she intended to savor with delight.

 

Chapter Seven.

"Hi Betty! Allow me to introduce Fran, Jack’s new squeeze. We guessed wrong about her sizes last night. She needs a whole new wardrobe. Did Jack explain that he’d pay for whatever Fran will need? He’s such a darling. Don’t you wish he still felt attracted to you, instead of Fran?" Sue bit her lip. That was catty of her.

"Hey, you’re forgetting, Sue. I was the first to slip into Fern Creek two years ago. It’s too bad that I didn’t measure up to his expectations, but I’m not sorry. Setting me up in business to have access to a plethora of wonderful clothes at wholesale was all his doing. No regrets here. I’m too bullheaded for Jack. I prefer to pick out my own conquests. He doesn’t concur with my wild taste. I like rough-and-tumble men. He doesn’t. He likes the wimps."

"Jack is a cautious man, Betty. That’s all. We’d better not jade Fran. She’ll think he lines up new candidates on a regular basis. You two are his only heartthrobs."

"Well Fran, if you find you don’t want him for yourself, toss him back this way. He is still the only man that knows how to make a girl feel as if she has nothing down between her legs, just like Sue. Has he eaten you out yet to your satisfaction?"

"Please. I first became aware of Jack’s intentions last night. I’d rather not discuss our encounter. I’m not sure of anything yet, so I can’t say. Besides, I don’t feel it is right to talk openly about his preferences."

"Openly? Honey, you’re the newest member of Jack’s very, very private fan club. Sue wishes she had a cock like we do. Then she’d run off with him and leave us two semi-girls to fend for ourselves. One thing I’m sure of about Jack is his fear of exposure. He’s in line for a big promotion. He rejected me because I might be a liability to him. Besides, eventually, if I can afford it, I want to take the plunge."

"She means she wants to have sexual reassignment to become a female, Fran.

That’s why Jack decided she isn’t the right girl for him."

"Jack’s a tranny chaser. He wishes he had a body like ours, so he could be the girl with something extra. Since he can’t, he wants one to live that life for him. He would shower you with diamonds if he could. He’ll arrange for you to bed men to take his place. Then he’ll ravage you to extract their essence."

Fran was getting upset. She didn’t want to hear any more about Jack’s previous exploits or Betty’s interpretations of his primary goals. She would give him the benefit of the doubt. What may have once been Jack’s previous aims do not necessarily have to coincide with the plans he has for Fran. Jack told Fran that he wanted her to work in his branch, not become his procurer of man juice. If all she was to become was a vessel to transport semen to Jack’s eager mouth, she was definitely not interested. Jack had some explaining to do. Still, she would be nice and politely get to the bottom of this, as soon as possible.

Sue gave Betty a dirty look. Just because Jack changed his mind about her, she had no right to prejudice Fran’s opinions of him. "Here’s Fran’s measurements, so we can leave. Make sure you send over a big order. It may be your last."

"Why? What did I say false? I told the gospel truth. Didn’t I?"

"You already said more than enough to make Jack sorry that he ever bankrolled your business. Coming to you for her trousseau was a gesture of his forgiveness. He should have let you fend for yourself after you started to cheat on him and gave him the hi-ho after he paid a fortune for your beauty enhancements, Betty. Why must you now cause trouble between Jack and his new love by being so crass? You promised you wouldn’t incite a controversy between them."

"The girl has a right to know what to expect. Give Fran the credit for being smart enough to make up her own mind about him. Sure, I cheated on him. He wanted me to be his obedient bird in a gilded cage, and him be the only one with the key.

It’s too bad. I have a right to a life of my own. I tried, but I couldn’t stay cooped up in a house while he was off advancing his career day after day. I got too bored. Maybe if I had a store back then, I’d feel I was more than a pet to him. I needed more than an occasional pat on the head from Jack. If you want to become his obedient little suck slut, Fran, you can be my guest. You can have him."

Fran was speechless. The man/woman was her predecessor. Jack had done it all before. Would she be as hateful toward Jack in a year or two? Could she be tolerant of his lack of attention while he devoted his efforts to his career? Would she be a liability to his advancement and be cast aside one day, like Betty?

She ran from the store as fast as she could with the full corset keeping her from running. Sue was right on her heels and stopped her when she had reached the street, not watching for traffic. In the nick of time, Sue pulled her back to the curb.

"Wait, Fran. Don’t overreact. Sooner or later, you had to know that Jack tried to find happiness before and failed. She wasn’t supposed to give it to you with both barrels at once. She was only supposed to let you know Jack was her first try at finding someone who could be happy with him. It failed because he failed to do the research into Betty’s background. She’s arrogant, selfish, and took Jack for a ride that he’s still paying for.

He wanted you to meet her and see for yourself. If you discovered that you were not his first love later, and he tried to hide his past with Betty from you, you could blame him for not being up front about it. He had to expose you to her. Don’t you see? He cares enough to lay it all out on the table. No surprises, down the road."

Fran’s tear-streaked face made her feeling all too obvious to Sue. She was hurt. She agreed to impersonate a woman for a man, and the job was too hard for her to handle. In one day, she was acting like a woman, angry and hurt, and crying her heart out. Sue put a hand over her mouth. "Oh my god! You love him!"

"Sue. Take me to his cottage. I have to talk to him, now. It’s all a mistake."

"He’s off somewhere with my brother, Jeff. He wasn’t expecting you to be there until later. We have other stops to make. Don’t be too rash. I know that Betty’s outburst was hard to accept. It’s the way she is. I should have warned you she was still bitter about Jack’s refusal to let her stay with him and chase after men she didn’t screen properly, too. She was careless as usual and got Herpes from a date. If he didn’t find out in time, Jack might have caught it too."

"What should I do? My whole life is in turmoil. I’ll be jobless and homeless in a month. I don’t want to jump in with my eyes closed and be a vengeful plight like Betty in two years. Yet, I can’t deny the way I feel about Jack. I have to think it all out carefully."

"Let’s go to my place. Maybe the boys are there, waiting to hear from me."

"No. I don’t want to confront Jack without knowing what to say first. I can’t fault him for having a life before he knew me. I don’t even know if I can fault him for what he believes is the right kind of life he has planned for us. What if he tires of me and decides he wants out? If I change dramatically into what he wants me to be, it will be impossible to turn back. I feel like I’m in a whirlpool, spinning around to be sucked down into its center and drowned.

Why must everything be so hard to do? Why can’t I be normal and not be faced with monumentous hurdles. As far back as I can remember; I kept running into brick walls at every turn, even with my work, Sue. Help me! What should I do?"

"Welcome to the real world. You’re no different from anyone else. We all have to face tough decisions. Think it’s easy to be bi? Do you want to know why I agreed to help Jack? I’m doing it for money, honey. Jack is paying me a grand in trade at Betty’s store to help you. It seems insignificant to me, now. I like you, Frank. Jack can keep his money. I’ll buy the fancy clothes that are my addiction. Men I know will pay me well. All I have to do is spread my legs and accept their generosity.

Last week, when Jack came to me with his plan, I thought he’d lost his marbles. If he failed miserably the last time, why would he be willing to go trough the crazy scheme all over again a second time? It didn’t make any sense. It’s clouding up. Let’s go find a quiet spot to have a cup of coffee or tea and talk."

She led Fran to her car. When they were safely inside, Fran instinctively flipped the windshield visor down to check her makeup in the mirror. Sue sat befuddled. Girls were likely to use the visor’s mirror unconsciously. But, would a man do it so non-chalantly? Fran’s inner self was more narcistic than any woman’s. Would or could she turn Jack down and go back to her former life, now that she knew a man’s, love was what she needed most.

"I know of a perfect little coffee house a few minutes away. I’ll order while you go freshen up. Let me know what you want and how you take it, before we get there. "She drove off, when Fran finished wiping away mascara stains off her cheeks.

"Open the glove box. See if you can find a pad of notepaper is in there. I keep it handy to make out my weekly grocery list. Jotting down your options and a list of pros and cons will make your prospects seem clearer."

"Thanks, Sue. I must seem like a silly goose. We just met, and I’m leaning on you hard for advice. I can’t help it. I have too much at stake, and I have nowhere else to turn. You’re the only person I can turn to. No one else knows what I agreed to get myself into with Jack. I don’t think I should have been so eager, now. He was so wonderful last night, I couldn’t resist."

"You were reborn last night, Fran. You’re still in your infancy. Most girls can make plans for their futures over a period of years during their teens. The new avenue to consider about your future was thrust upon you overnight. That kind of turmoil is bound to be traumatic. Betty’s crude attitude toward you must have hit you like a bucket of ice water. Sure, Jeff turned Betty out for Jack, just as he did it to you.

The common thread ends there. You and Betty are completely different people. Don’t judge your future prospects with Jack by what happened to her. He knew a confrontation with her would happen sooner or later. He wanted it to come to the surface, before you commit yourself. I think that speaks clearly for the sincerity of his affection for you. Don’t you?"

Fran giggled out loud.

"What did I say that was funny?"

"Oh, it was nothing you said. Your comment about Jack’s sincerity reminds me of the difference between ham and eggs. Both are usually used to serve a hearty breakfast, but the chicken’s involvement is contributory, the pig’s requires total irrevocable commitment."

"And----?"

"Jack can back out without any effect on his life. I can’t. For me, it will require an irreversible commitment to how I will have to spend the rest of my life."

"Now that you know you will be able to pass in public, I don’t see how you can say living with Jack will require an irreversible commitment. You can always resume your previous male lifestyle, should things not work out."

"Oh, no! Jack doesn’t want me to use hormones to help me look more feminine. He wants me to have breast implants, laser beard removal, and liposuction."

"We’re here. Go freshen up while I get us a quiet booth in back, where we can talk all afternoon."

And talk, they did, until the sharp shadows outside faded into dusk. They covered every possible alternative, and made several lists of the most important pros and cons for each. They spoke quietly, so no other patrons could hear, but seemed like two charming young ladies planning a church social to the bistro’s proprietor. As long as they paid for the two light meals each that they barely touched, and the place wasn’t crowded, the occasional flash of thigh was reward enough to let them gab away to their hearts’ content.

Sue let her gentle hand touch his, as she whispered her thanks to him, as he led them to the exit and held the door open for them to leave. The five-dollar bill she left behind in his coarse palm wasn’t necessary, but Sue was appreciative of his strained hospitality.

Nothing was decided, but Fran had a concise overview of her potential options. One issue was clarified. Time. None of Jack’s conditions would be implemented in the immediate future, except Fran’s willingness to become his submissive sex pet. If she felt she could not continue in her role, all she had to do to resume her male persona was put on her Dockers and a polo shirt and leave him to pursue her niche in life as a man again. She knew she’d never be a forceful one, but a man, nonetheless. Her first priority was to tell Jack exactly how she felt.

When they arrived at Jack’s cottage, Sue declined coming inside. They kissed in the car, as sisters would, and Fran took a deep breath. "Well, here I go!"

Jack was waiting for her inside. He let Fran do all the talking. She told him about her confrontation with Betty/Ben. She explained that his past was over. If he was to impose conditions on their relationship, so would she. She spelled them out in clear detail, just as he had done that morning.

He would promise to never have sex with anyone else, except when she took part, or at least she was present.

He would pay her a personal allowance equal to her present salary, until she found a new job elsewhere or in his new branch office.

He would not interfere with her independent pursuit of her career.

He would never contact Betty again and void the note he held for the loan he made to put her in business, after they deducted the clothes Betty was going to send out. He’d also give Sue a check, instead of carte blanche at Betty’s store.

Any procedure she desired to be done to her body, he would be willing to have as well, if she wanted, at the same time, except for breast implants for obvious reasons, since she could have that reversed if she wanted to resume her male persona if they parted company in the future.

"It’s hard for me to insist on terms, Jack, but our future together is too important to treat lightly. To work, it will take equal commitment from both of us.

Now that I’ve told you that I think I’m deeply in love with you and I want you all to myself, would you please help me get undressed and unlace me? This corset is killing me. Here’s your copy of my rules. Let’s not respond to each other’s terms until the week is over. I want you in bed and in me, now."

She turned around and didn’t expect him to answer. He kissed her shoulder, and took the hem of her blouse out of her skirt. She sighed in relief as he untied the laces of her corset and used a crooked finger to ease the loops, one by one. She leaned into him, so he could kiss her neck as he proceeded.

"That’s enough, Jack. I’ll do the rest. I also need a shave, dear. So do you. If we don’t, we’re going to give each other nasty rashes. If you expect me to have my beard removed permanently, you’ll have yours done, as well. Think of all the money we can save on razor blades and shaving cream between the two of us. I’ll go get ready first. You can shower, shave and douche while I pick out a sexy outfit to wear for you.

I want to build a new bridge between us tonight that no sand truck can damage, and I don’t want you to ever want to get ‘side-tracked’ without me again."

 

The End.

 

 

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