Beth and John

by Elizabeth

 

Part 3

 

Wednesday morning came much too quickly. I woke up next to John, who had one hand cupped on by breast and his body pressed up against mine. I could feel the warmth of his breath on the nape of my neck. It was going to be difficult getting out of bed.

I moved myself closer to him, and made sure that I could feel his full erection. I turned, and for a moment I thought he would awake, but all he did was make a few moans and rolled over on his back. He still smelled of last night’s sex. Gently I lowered myself to his naked stomach and licked my way to the top of his glorious crown. I gave it a soft kiss and dreamt that it was being pushed into my vagina.

Its softness against my lips reminded me of everything that was nice about being a woman. I fully engulfed his cock and began to make love to my man. He moved his hips in and out. Obviously he needed some satisfaction and I was more than happy to accommodate him. "My god, I love you," he whispered. The words sent shivers through me. He movements were steady and it seemed as if he wanted to this to last as long as I did, but that was not to be. Suddenly he began to thrust, and I was rewarded with loads of semen. When I finished he pulled me up to him and kissed me with a full tongue. Not a word was said.

John, reached down and began to rub the front of my panties, until I was making soft sounds of pleasure and as I began to respond more and more to his touch, he lowered my panties and stroked my little clit until my own fluids squirted onto my tummy.

With my eyes closed John kissed me again, and then asked, "Worried?"

"A little. No a lot. I know most of the girls at work have accepted me, but I don’t know about the guys and the boss. I’m sure to be treated like a sissy."

"So what, you’re a woman. Why should you care what they think?"

"I know, I know, but I can’t help it. I wish I could leave everything unfinished and not get paid for the last few weeks. I just want to get on with my life. But I can’t. I have to finish what I started."

"Why don’t you wear your usual work clothes," he asked, as if that were an option.

I help up my long polished nails, "John look at these. They don’t exactly go with male attire."

"Cut them off and get some polish remover."

"Not after spending $40.00 to get them done. And what about the highlights in my hair, and my hairstyle. No I’ve got to get used to it."

I got up and hurried home to get ready for the office. I was glad that I could finish my project within a week, and then I would be at Fora’s full time. My outfit was very simple and professional. A light navy skirt, purple blouse and camisole, and black two inch heels. Since I didn’t have a beard, I didn’t need much make up; just a touch of foundation, some mascara and lipstick.

I walked out to my car and my neighbor Tom saw me. He did a double take, as I greeted him, got in my car, and waved goodbye. I could not believe I dry my mouth was. It was to get even drier. On the way I had to stop at a convenience store to get a bottle of water which I drank in a very unladylike fashion.

When I arrived at the office, I touched up my lipstick and walked in. Dave, the owner, was the only one there. This was the first time, he’d shown up so early.

"Beth," he said. I was surprised that he was using my female name. "Yesterday, the girls told me what you were going through. They even showed me the photos that were taken at the shower. And frankly, " he hesitated. I braced myself for what I thought was going to be a long session of ridiculing. I was wrong. "Well, I’m very happy for you. You’re a fine employee, and apparently a fine woman. I’m sorry that you’re going to be leaving us, but look . . . do you think you could do some work for us on a part-time basis. I’ve been here since late last night trying to figure who I can spread part of your workload to. Look, you’ll be in charge of the projects we assign to you. And you’ll have full control over the scheduling. What do you say?"

I was surprised, and while I had enjoyed the work, the thought of working only at Flora’s was extremely appealing. Dave could see that I was hesitant. "Please," he smiled and handed me a name plate with "Elizabeth Sills" on it. "Sure," I’ll stay on part-time, but you have to let Gena be my assistant."

"It’s a deal," he said and put his hand out to shake mine. "By the way, please don’t take this the wrong way, but you look very nice."

"Thank you."

Unfortunately, Dave’s easy and accepting manner was not shared by everyone at the office. There were a few comments, like fag, sissy, queer, and pervert. Whenever a comment was made, my friends would look my way and roll their eyes up, as if saying, "what do they know anyways." On one occasion, Dave overheard two employees making fun of me and was just about to go talk to them, when I asked him to come to my desk. "Dave, it’s okay. I knew that this would happen and I think I’m prepared."

After work, I went straight o Flora’s to help clean the store and to put out the shipment of new clothes that had come in that afternoon. Heddy and I didn’t finish until nine. Afterwards we went out for some Chinese food and a glass of wine.

By the time Saturday night rolled around I was exhausted, but I was absolutely excited about Joan coming back. John had wanted to take me out on Friday and Saturday. I declined, because I wanted to keep some energy for my wife. We would have a lot to talk about.

It was wonderful seeing Joan again. It seemed as if I hadn’t seen her in two lifetimes. Hawaii agreed with her; she looked absolutely gorgeous. Her blond hair was streaked from the sun and the ocean; her skin was tanned; her eyes were full of life and relaxed. We hugged each other as if there was no tomorrow, and gave each other friendly kisses. I couldn’t wait to get her somewhere private where we could really kiss.

As we headed for the carrousel, Joan said, "Beth, I can’t believe how much of a woman you are. Now maybe you’ll listen to me and go for it. And I mean go for it. Everything, including a vagina. You know you won’t be happy till that little overgrown clitoris functions properly, and from what you’ve been telling me this week, you’re going to need it."

"Joan, Joan. I love you so much. And yes, you were right. I should’ve done it years ago, when you suggested it. I’ve already made an appointment to start on hormones and, if everything works out, next year, I’ll be whole. By the way, now I understand about what you mean about men. The sex is great."

By the time we arrived at home, Joan must have been tired of hearing me talk. I don’t think I left out one small detail of my first week as the woman I really was. At home, it was her turn to tell me about her week, which had been as interesting as mine.

She’d met a man at the conference. Dan was a sales representative from one of her competitors, who she had felt an immediate attraction for. He was married, and for the first few days they simply had drinks, diner, and talked. On the evening of the third night, after an evening presentation they found themselves walking on the beach, and like John and I, they found a special sexual attraction. For the next few days, they had sex whenever they could, and even moved into the same hotel room. As she described their lovemaking, I didn’t feel any jealously, rather I felt envy, at the fact that she had all the right equipment, and had met a man, with whom she could have sex with without commitments.

"Joan," I was a little hesitant, "Do you think we could share your new lover? "

"Of course. You know we share everything. And that means that I get to have my way with John ."

Our lovemaking that night was even more fantastic than before. There was something wonderful in the thought that these would be the last days that I would be able to use my penis. We took a shower together and Joan made me tuck my penis between my legs to see what I would look when I was whole.

"Beautiful," she smiled. "I can’t wait till I can fuck you with our dildos. You’ll love it."

During the next few weeks, I was extremely busy, with half days at the office and half days at Flora’s. It was great getting up at six in the morning, having my shower, getting dressed, and putting on my makeup. Whenever I looked in the mirror, I could only see the woman that I was.

The hormones that I was taking did affect my moods, but simply knowing what was the cause helped both Joan and I handle it. I couldn’t wait to be able to have my own breasts in my cups rather than breast forms. It wasn’t long before my erections became few and far between, and very unsatisfying to Joan. We began to use the dildos more and more. We also spent more and more time with John , and with Dan whenever he could manage to get into town. On occasion, we’d double date – dinner, dancing, movies, plays. Afterwards John and I would retire to his condo, and Joan and Dan would spend the night in our bed.

Eight months into my hormone therapy, I received the dreaded telephone call from my parents. They were coming to spend a week with us. As we talked I didn’t have any idea about what I’d do. It would be impossible to hide my growing breasts, and difficult to hide all my clothes. And where would I find male clothing to fit me. Suddenly, I was telling my parents, of the fact that I was undergoing hormone therapy and was no longer hiding in men’s clothing. They weren’t surprised, and both were anxious to see me.

Joan and I met them at the airport. When they saw us, they rushed over and hugged both Joan and I. Neither of them showed any hesitation in treating me like a woman.

After dinner, we went to a lounge to have a few drinks and talk.

"Remember when Susan got her first training bra, and Beth couldn’t stop asking questions about what bras were like. Were they comfortable? Did they make you fee feminine? What was it like not wearing one after you were used to it? It was so bad, that Vicki had to take her out and buy her one. She wore it constantly for a week. I’m sure if school hadn’t started, she wouldn’t have stopped."

Mom interrupted, "It was fun taking her shopping for her bra. You should have seen the sales lady. When I told her that my son wanted to try a training bra, she was shocked. I thought she was going to throw us out of the store. But for whatever reason, she started to warm up. We were there for almost an hour. They didn’t have many bras for young girls, so it didn’t take for Beth to try them on and pick one. The rest of the time was spent with me trying on different bras. We had a wonderful time."

Dad wouldn’t be outdone, "Every Halloween, afterwards, Beth would go out in a female costume. The first year, it was tinkerbell, the next was a princess, and the third was as a bride. She sure was pretty that year. Her mom, even let her get her nails done for that night. It was after all a school dance."

"Some dance. Only one girl danced with me, and the boys teased. But remember Brendan from next door. He was quite a character and later, I found out he was gay. He danced with me. He told everyone it was a lark, but he held me so tight, and I could have sworn that he was excited. We walked home together. When we got to the house, I thanked him, and gave him a kiss on the cheek. Brendan laughed and said, "If you really want to thank me, you’ll give me a real kiss." I did. It was nice."

Mom commented, "I should’ve known. You seemed so happy that night. By the way, I knew that you were always into my things."

"You did," I asked. "Why didn’t you say anything."

"I just thought that this was something you had to figure out for yourself. But know, I think I should have helped you."

"It’s okay mom," I replied. "If you had, I might not have met Joan." Joan reached over and gave me a kiss right on the lips.

"Beth , Joan," dad said, "I have to tell you, that I’m very proud of the two of you. You’re both wonderful women. And there’s one more thing. Right Vicki."

"Yes, but let me tell them. "I’ve been dying to for years. Beth you’re a lot like your father. You not only wore my clothes, but also your dad’s. In fact, you seemed to like his skirts more than mine."

"Oh dad," I started to cry. "I’m so happy. And unless, you brought your own clothes, you can borrow any of mine. And I’ve got some wonderful breast forms that I’m sure you’ll love."

"I’ve my own clothes, and I can’t wait to get into them."

Joan then told us that tomorrow it was ladies night at Crosby’s, and that from eight to nine, they had some male strippers.

"Dad," I asked, but mom answered, "There’s no way, that your father would miss it. We’ve been to a few ladies nights ourselves. And we’ve dated a few hunks. Right Barbara."

"Right honey," dad replied. "And girls from now on, please call me Barbara. It feels much more comfortable."

"Okay Barbara," I said. The words seemed so pleasant, even if she wasn’t properly dressed.

The next morning, there was no mistaking Barbara for anything other than a lovely woman. She came down for breakfast wearing a nice light blue skirt and matching knit sweater. Her makeup was perfect. It was obvious that she’d had a lot of experience.

"Barbara, I love your makeup. It’s so perfect," I complimented her.

"Thank you. Your mom let me take a cosmetic course. It was wonderful. I was the only man there, but I made sure that I only wore very feminine shirts and slacks when I went. Plus of course, I always wore makeup."

"Do you and mom go out on dates with men?"

"All the time, but I try to avoid serious relationships. But there have been a few, who’ve capture my heart."

"Why don’t you come down to the store with me today? You can see what it’s like and you can help."

"We’d love to, but we’ve made plans to get our hair and nails done. And I want to get a new outfit for tonight. Maybe I’ll find a nice sexy man tonight."

The week went by in a flash. It was wonderful seeing my father enjoy himself as a woman. I really couldn’t believe how much she and mom loved flirting with men. By the end of the week, I couldn’t even think of Barbara as anything other than Barbara.

 

 

 

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