Concealed Weapons

by Jennifer White

 

There I was, at my favorite coffee house, reading the sports section of the newspaper, and having a strong cup of coffee. I was never a morning person, and I needed the jolt you got from strong fresh coffee! I was disappointed in the results of the game last night. My favorite team had blown a lead, right at the end. I had been out with the guys last night, drinking and watching the game. I still had a bit of a hangover from that! But coffee helped there too.

 

I was about to turn the page, when suddenly, a woman sat down at my table.

"Hello" she said.

 

She had on a hot dress, which was very form fitting, showing off her curves. It was low cut in front, which gave me a good look at her generous boobs. Nice! Her hair was long, she had long red nails, and she wore a lot of makeup. My eyes were adjusting from looking at the small text of the box score in the paper, to her.

At first glance, I don't know. She wasn't like a movie star. There was something about her face that I wasn't too sure whether I liked or not, but I couldn't quite place it. But she was smiling at me, showing her white teeth, surrounded by bright red lips. She was batting her eyelashes at me, flirting!

As I caught her eye, she mouthed some words to me, in a quiet whisper which I couldn't make out above the noise from the coffee shop. Then she puckered up her lips, raised her hand, and blew me a kiss. I felt this tingle in the back of my head, which went up and down my spine. I had chills all over, and I gasped for air for a second.

She reached out, and put her hand in mine. I looked deep into her eyes and smiled back. Her face was so lovely, so pretty, so perfect. She was ravishing. I was grinning from ear to ear. I couldn't help it. My heart had just skipped a beat when I looked into her eyes.

We talked for an hour, which just flew by like nothing! I got her name (Lisa). I got her phone number. I got her email address. She really liked me! She looked back over her shoulder at me when she finally left, and winked. I was hooked. I wanted her so much! I wanted to be with her. I watched her skirt as she walked out of the coffee shop. She was a perfect angel. And I was determined to make her mine.

 

* * *

 

After that first day in the coffee shop, I started to call Lisa every day. Or she'd call me. We talked for hours on end, even at first, as if we were already old friends. It didn't take long for me to ask her out, and our first date was magical. We dined at a fancy place, drank wine, and she insisted on paying! Then we went to a movie, and she let me put my arm around her shoulders! We even had a little kiss at the end of the night.

I could see lots of guys staring at Lisa. I was so glad that she was *mine*. They must all be jealous. They'd have this look on their face when they saw me with my arm around her waist, as we walked around. It was so much fun with her. We were just on the same level with everything it seemed like.

By the end of the 2nd week of our relationship, we were seeing each other every day. I had pledged to her that as long as we were dating, I wouldn't see anyone else. She did the same for me. No we were going steady!

 

* * *

 

It was a few weeks after we committed to each other, that I took Lisa out to dinner at a nice restaurant, where you need to make a reservation a week in advance. It was expensive, but she was worth it. We had a bottle of wine, an appetizer, and a wonderful meal.

We shared a dessert together, and an after-dinner drink. As we talked, I saw her mouth some words to me I couldn't quite hear over the din of the other diners. She smiled, and blew a kiss at me, like she had done the first time that we had met.

Once again, I felt this tingle in the base of my skull, which spread all over me, filling me at once with warmth, and a soft tingling sensation. I just soaked in the pleasure of the feeling I got from being with her. It was at that moment that I realized I was totally in love with her!

 

"I *love* you, Lisa" I said. "With all my heart, I love you!"

"I love you too!" she said enthusiastically.

"I really mean it" I said. "More than I've ever felt anything before, I *love* you, with all my heart, with all my soul, and with all my being. You are my everything."

"Aw, that's so sweet" she said, leaning over to give me a peck on the cheek, as she rubbed my leg with hers under the table. I was such a lucky guy! I had Lisa now, and we were in love.

 

* * *

 

I couldn't stand to be away from Lisa anymore. Every minute I was away from her felt like torture. I *needed* her in my life now. I really did love her. Some days I'd sleep over at her apartment, and some days she'd stay at my house. We couldn't bear to be apart!

We were making out now, which felt so wonderful. I loved how she smelled. And how tender she was. I could feel the love in her touch. And then came the day at my house, when we watched a romantic film together. When it was done, we started to hug and kiss. But then she surprised me!

Lisa reached down and unzipped my pants! I was really surprised, as she undid my belt, and then the button. She then opened my boxers, and reached down to touch my already aroused manhood.

"Ooh, you're so big" she said.

Now she leaned over, and put her mouth around me! She started to lick me, to suck me, and to move her head up and down on me! She kept going at it, harder and harder, until I couldn't take it anymore. I just exploded. And she swallowed too! Wow.

I reached out to her.

"Can I do something to you now?" I said, wanting to return the favor.

But she smiled shyly, and pushed my hand away.

"No. You'll need to wait until later in the relationship before you get into my pants."

I was too ecstatic after what she had done to me to argue. I just let her hold me, and let myself enjoy the warmth of a girlfriend like her, who I loved, and who wanted to please me like that!

 

* * *

 

After that evening, Lisa would go down on me almost every day. Sometimes, twice in one day! But she wouldn't let me do anything to her yet. She kept putting me off. I wanted to go all the way, but she said she wasn't that kind of girl, and it would have to wait.

 

One day after work, I let myself into her place with the key she had given me, and I decided that I'd get dinner ready for when she arrived. I did the cooking, straightened up a bit, lit some candles, poured out some wine, and had everything prepared for her when she got done with work.

She came in, and you should have seen the look on her face! She was so happy and so surprised. We ate dinner together, drank the wine, and talked about our days. After we cleaned up and did the dishes together, Lisa took me by the hand, and started to pull me. Towards her room! Tonight was finally the night!

She smiled a naughty smile. She winked at me. This was it. I was going to get lucky! I followed her, oh so eager to finally have her all the way.

 

"I've always gone down on you" she said sweetly. "Now I want you to do that for me. Would you?"

"Oh yes" I said. Anything to get at her pussy.

Lisa smiled at me as she reached up under her skirt, and pulled off her panties.

"I have a secret to tell you" she said, as she let the panties fall to her ankles. She kicked them off, her feet still in the high heels shoes she had been wearing.

"Tell me" I said. "I want to know everything about you."

 

Lisa smiled again at me. She reached down, and started to pull up her skirt. I smiled too. Until I saw what she had between her legs.

 

My knees almost buckled. My stomach turned. Lisa was a man!!! In between her legs, she looked just like I did! How could I have been falling in love with a girl who had a dick? How could I have let her go down on me? I felt like I was going to puke. I was about to run out of the room, out of her apartment, and away from her forever. How could she have tricked me like this?

 

Lisa said something I couldn't hear, and blew a kiss at me. Wham! It hit me like a ton of bricks. I tingled all over, and I almost fell over, as I was so overwhelmed with pleasure. She came over, and blew gently into my ear. I felt the overwhelming pleasure all over again! I tingled all over.

"Get down on your knees, and suck me" she said sternly.

 

I loved her so much. She was my everything. She made me feel so good! I fell to my knees for her, and opened my mouth wide, so she could put herself into me. It was only fair. She did this to me every day. Now I should do it to her. I *wanted* to do it for her. I wanted her to feel good, just like she made me feel. I sucked with more and more enthusiasm.

She had her hands on the back of my head, and she pulled my hair.

"Suck me harder!" she said.

I did. When she exploded in my mouth, I swallowed it all. Just like she did for me. I loved her so much! I was glad that I could bring her pleasure.

 

After that, we made love to each other almost every day. Our love had reached a new level! I was one lucky guy.

 

* * *

 

A few weeks passed since the first time that my girlfriend Lisa and I made love. Every day, we seemed to become closer together. Every day was so wonderful! I loved Lisa with all my heart.

 

That evening, as we sat on the couch talking and watching a show on the TV, she turned to me and got a serious look on her face.

"I've always had this fantasy" she said.

"What kind?" I asked.

"In the bedroom" she replied.

Wow, this was going to be good! Not only was she hot, but she made me come every time. Now she was going to introduce a fantasy of hers into our love life? It would be wild, I was sure! I loved her so much, and she *always* pleased me, so I was willing to try out her little game.

We went upstairs, holding hands, and into her bedroom. She walked over to her clothes closet, and opened the doors. I looked at all the pretty things she had in there. Today, she was wearing a dress that showed off her curves. It was light blue, with a floral print. The flowers were red and muted yellow, seeming to be randomly splattered across the fabric. The skirt hung smoothly, with the hemline just above her knees. She wore little pink heels, with toes that were pointing right at me. I felt turned on just looking at her!

 

"Okay, what's this fantasy of yours?" I asked. She was being so mysterious about this! I had to say, that just built up the tension, and made me want her even more.

Lisa reached into her closet, and pulled something out. It was a dress, *identical* to the one she was wearing. She handed it over to me.

"Hold this" she said.

What kind of fantasy was this? I was confused. I was staring at her rear though, as she bent down to get something off the floor of the closet. Her legs were straight, so she was just bending at the waist. She had a nice rear view, if you know what I mean! With curves in just the right places. I sure didn't mind looking at her like that!

She stood up, holding another pair of pink shoes, just like the ones she had on. Now I was really confused about what was going on. She held them out for me, but I didn't take them.

"What is this?" I said.

"They're for you" she said. "So you can wear them for me. You see, my fantasy is to have *you* dress up exactly like *me*."

 

I was stunned. I would do anything for her, but asking me to dress up like a chick was too much! I couldn't do that! I was a guy. Guys didn't dress up in women's clothes. No way would I do that!

 

I looked up to Lisa, so I could tell her 'no'. My eyes caught her perfect almond shaped eyes, and she winked at me. She was whispering something I couldn't hear, and then she blew me a kiss. I froze. I felt chills all over my body, and my eyes had to close, as I felt an overwhelming pleasure course through my body.

Lisa came up to me, and I could feel the heat from her body. She whispered into my ear.

"Dress up like me. Be just like me. You want to be like me, don't you?"

 

She was right. I *did* want to be just like her. I loved her so much, that I wanted to even dress like she did. I had *always* felt this way, hadn't I? Why wasn't I dressed up like her already? How could I be so cruel to her, as to deny her fantasy? Why had I held back like this, stupidly insisting that I dress up as a 'guy'?

"This is going to be so much fun!" I said. "I can't wait until we look like twins!"

"Yes my love" she said. "You'll look just like my *sister*."

I raced off to run the bath, so I could shave off all my body hair, like she did. She even helped me shave my pubic hair down into a little triangle, just like she did. She even let me use her bath oils and her after bath splash. We giggled as we went back into the bedroom, so I could get dressed up.

 

Lisa put a bra on me, then showed me a pair of fake breasts she had to fill out the cups.

"They are the same size as I am" she said, "so you can be just like me."

"I can't wait" I said with full enthusiasm, as I took them from her and put them into my bra. Now I put on the matching panties, and then a girdle, because my figure was nowhere near as good as Lisa's. Only with all of my underwear in place, could I now put on my dress, just like hers. But we were far from done, as you can imagine!

 

I hadn't noticed it up to now, but ever since we had started to date, I hadn't had a haircut. That was good though, because now it was easy for her to style my hair, and make it look just like hers. In the mirror, bit by bit, I was becoming more and more like her. It was so wonderful!

After my hair was done, Lisa helped me put on these fake nails that glued on top of your own, because mine were pitifully small. Once I had the long nails in place, she filed them into nice ovals, and then we could paint them in the same hot pink color as hers. She put two coats on, followed be a clear coat sealer. I was proud that my hands were starting to look like hers.

"You look lovely" she said. "But wait until I get you into your makeup. I know how to make a man look pretty."

 

She giggled as she said that, as did I. I couldn't wait to look pretty like her! I sat still, and let her first use the electric shaver to trim down my eyebrows, and then brush the little hairs off my face, so she could start applying a thick coat of foundation. That gave my skin a smooth even look. Now she could start with other important things I'd need.

Like lip liner and lip gloss to make my lips look deep red, and kissable. And expertly applied eye makeup, to make my eyes look alluring like Lisa's. The mascara she used to bring out my eyelashes gave me a different look in the mirror than I had ever seen before. My eyes were *pretty*. Wow! How cool. Just like Lisa's.

The more she made me look and *feel* like her, the better I felt, and the more I loved her! I put on the heels she gave me, and when I looked at her now, it was like looking in a mirror. She stepped towards me, and I matched her movement. We came together, and embraced in the most tender wonderful hug you could imagine.

"You're just like me now" she said.

"Yes" I replied, as we started to kiss.

 

We made love, still wearing our dresses. She pulled up my dress, and pulled down my panties, then got on her knees, so she could do me. Then I did the same to her. She licked her lips when she was done. She whispered something to me, then blew me a kiss.

I felt this enormous wave of pleasure wash over me. I threw my head back, and I had to close my eyes. I was just overwhelmed. I realized that it was because of the clothes I was wearing. And because I was able to look and feel so much like a girl.

"I want to dress like this all the time" I announced.

"Aw, that's so sweet" said Lisa, coming over to give me a pinch on my butt, and another kiss.

 

* * *

 

From then on, when we were at home, I always wore an identical outfit to Lisa's. But she said I had to wear my ugly man clothes for work, because all of the guys there would want me if I dressed like a the girl I truly was, and that they'd try to steal me from her. I didn't want her to feel like I might ever go to someone else, so I did the unthinkable: I dressed like a man at work. But I kept my bra and panties on underneath my suit. Or sometimes I'd wear a corset or pantyhose.

But once I got home, I'd rush upstairs to put on an outfit that was more suited to me. I didn't feel right unless I was in a pretty skirt, a flirty blouse, a daring tank top, or something to wear that was fun and feminine. Not to mention how I hated boring man-shoes, when I had so many more choices as a girl! Pumps, boots, mules, flats, sandals... the list was endless.

 

But I don't want you to think that my relationship with Lisa was perfect. There were a few things that bothered me. Like the way that her chest was so perfect, with those gorgeous mounds, while I was flat. I felt so inadequate when I compared myself to her. Yes, my fake boobs could help me look prettier, but they weren't *real*. One day, I had to confront her about this.

"Don't worry my little darling" she said. "I can help you."

And help me she did. Lisa gave me a tube of breast cream. The label said that if I applied it twice a day, as directed, I could add a full cup size within two months! Needless to say, I started to use it religiously, as well as doing an exercise she showed me, which was supposed to help build up muscles behind my boobs, and make them look bigger.

Lisa was so helpful! She also showed me that with the right posture, holding my shoulders back while jutting out my boobs, I could make them seem bigger. She also bought me outfits that had material bunched up over my breasts, which had the effect of making them look bigger. But I couldn't wait until I could fill out my own bra.

 

By now, I was getting very good at putting on my own makeup. And my nails were long enough naturally that I didn't need the extensions anymore. Lisa and I would go to get manicures and pedicures together. And it was at her favorite nail salon where I had an embarrassing problem: the girl doing my nails asked for my name.

I blushed. How could I explain that I was a girl, but I had a boy's name? Out of embarrassment, I just blurted out something.

"Brenda" I said. "I'm Brenda."

 

I didn't know where it came from, but it seemed right. And from that moment on, Lisa never called me by my old name. To her, I was Brenda. She didn't tease me like she could have; she just smiled and called me Brenda. I loved her so much! She was so kind.

One day I was posing in front of the mirror, checking out how my little boobs were doing. They had gotten just a little larger, it seemed to me, but I was far from satisfied with them. I caught sight in the mirror of Lisa. She was whispering something towards me, and then she blew me a kiss.

I was crying by the time she walked up to me.

"What's wrong Brenda?" she said. "Why are you crying honey?"

"Its my boobs!" I wailed. "I'll never be big like you. I wish with all my heart that I had boobs like yours on my chest. How will I ever feel pretty if I don't have real boobs?"

"Lots of small boobed girls are pretty" she replied.

"But not me" I said, crying even harder.

 

She held me, comforted me, and when I had stopped crying, she told me that she had a friend who could help me.

"Who?" I asked.

"Dr. Rosenblat."

"Who is he?"

"My plastic surgeon."

I looked up at her.

"We'll go over there tomorrow. You can pick out the type of implants you want. By the end of the week, you'll have boobs on your chest. Big ones. As big as you want."

I lit up with excitement. I was going to have big boobs!

 

* * *

 

My new boobs changed my life. First of all, with them so proudly in place on my chest, I would never be able to pull off dressing as a guy again. Nobody would believe me. Not with huge D cup sized breasts filling out my bra to perfection! And so I came into work as Brenda for the first time. As I would for the rest of my life. I had to explain to everyone that I had *always* been like this, and looking like a guy had just been a sham.

Now I could be Brenda full time. I could be me. I could be pretty. And in fact, when Lisa mentioned that I should get facial surgery to look even prettier, I jumped at the chance. Every day I felt prettier and prettier. And I felt more and more like Lisa. We made love every day, and life was sweet.

 

But one day, I was standing there, holding Lisa's impressively sized shaft in my mouth. I was looking up at her, as she rammed it in deeper and deeper. She was whispering something to me, then she blew me a kiss. I felt a tingle all over my body. I felt myself get really hard and really turned on. I wanted something, but it seemed wrong. She was making me want something I didn't want. For a second I panicked. Somehow I could sense that she wanted me to do something. She wanted me to have a pussy, so she could really make love to me.

No! I didn't want to have a pussy. That was so impossible. So wrong. I felt so strange all of a sudden. She wanted me to be a girl! I wasn't a girl, I was a guy. I started to blush bright red as I realized something: I was wearing a dress! I was in makeup! I had long hair! I had boobs! She *was* turning me into a girl!

I almost gagged as I realized something else: Lisa wasn't really a girl herself! What had I gotten myself into? I pushed myself away from her. She was whispering and blowing me kisses. I fell over, as the intense pleasure hit me. I wanted *so* much to please her! But I couldn't let her turn me into a woman! No!

Again, she did it to me, and again, I reeled as I felt pleasure overwhelm me. What was she doing to me? It was like she was trying to seduce me into wanting to be a woman! How had she been able to put me into such a daze that I had let her take things this far? I didn't want to be a woman!!!!

 

"You *will* become a woman for me" she said out loud, blowing me another kiss.

I tried to scramble away, but bang! It hit me so hard. I felt myself wanting to have boobs again, and I tried to fight the feeling off with all my heart.

"You *will* become a woman. You *will* have a pussy" she said, blowing me a kiss.

It hit me again, and for a moment, I felt myself *want* to have a pussy between my legs. No! I didn't want that! I was a man! I had to get away from Lisa. I had to get out of there! I had to leave, before she made me feel more of these terrible things! I tried to move towards the door.

 

"You are a woman inside" she said. "You are a woman."

She blew a kiss at me, and I fell to my knees, unable to move.

"You want to have boobs" she intoned, blowing me a kiss. "You want to have a pussy."

 

I was confused. In a way, I *did* want to feel soft, feminine and girlish. But part of me thought it was wrong.

"You are Brenda now. You are a girl" she said, blowing kisses at me.

I looked up at her sweet eyes. She was so pretty. She felt like a role model to me.

"You want to be a real woman" she said. "You want to have a vagina."

It felt so wrong, what I had between my legs. Perhaps she was right.

"You want to be a girl. You want to have a pussy. You want to feel pretty and feminine"

She blew me a kiss, and I closed my eyes as a wave of pleasure went right through me.

 

"Now tell me that you're a woman" she said.

"I am a woman" I stated truthfully.

"Good. Now you understand Brenda. Now pull down your panties, and bend over the bed. I want to come inside of you."

I did as she asked. I loved her so much.

"You're a woman" she said.

"I am a woman" I replied, as she penetrated me from behind for the first time.

"You *want* to be a woman."

"I *want* to be a woman" I said, as she pushed in deeper.

"You will go to Dr. Rosenblat tomorrow, and tell him you want to be a woman. You will have the operation."

"I will see the doctor. I will have the operation" I said, as I took her in deeper.

I loved feeling her inside me. I loved feeling like a woman.

 

* * *

 

Dr. Rosenblat was so helpful. He started me on hormones, and soon after we schedule the first in the series of operations I would need to become fully female. Lisa was so helpful and supportive as I made my final transition. I had to miss a lot of work, but she covered for me, and helped me pay for everything.

After my pussy was surgically constructed, I couldn't use it for a while. It needed time to heel. But I could wait. It would be worth it. Plus, there was a lot of work to do, preparing for the wedding. I had to pick out my dress, pick out the dresses for the bridesmaids, the bouquets for them, the centerpieces for the tables, and a million other details!

Lisa wore a tux, and had her hair cut shorter. She would be the groom, and I would be the bride. I bought the most beautiful dress! It was white of course, since my new vagina was truly virgin. It was strapless, using my boobs to hold it up. The dress tapered down very small at the waist, so I'd need my tightest corset underneath.

Then it had an enormous petticoat to wear underneath, which poofed out a couple of feet in every direction! The dress reached the floor all around me, and it had a train in back. The outfit came with lace gloves which came up to my elbows, as well as a beautiful veil which attached to a tiara I'd be wearing on my head.

Then I bought a new set of white lingerie to go with it. I found a new white corset which would help shape me even more than the ones I already owned. Then I found white stockings, and a pretty garter belt to go with it. The belt was very wide, so it almost looked like a lacy skirt. Along with the new white high heel shoes which I bought, I was now ready to be a bride.

 

The day of the ceremony, I went and had my hair done. I had a layered cut now, and I loved to wear my hair long and full. But for today, I had it done up. In the front, Maggie, my hair dresser, pulled it tight, as well as on the sides. Now she took this large bunch of hair, and made it up into a fancy bun, sitting on the top back of my head. She slipped the tiara onto me, pulling it back so that it rested against the bun.

Then Maggie did my makeup, and I have to say that she did an outstanding job! My eyes never looked prettier. She used a muted pink on my lips, which was just perfect. She also put on enough rouge that I would be sure to be a "blushing bride"!

I got a French manicure, with the tips of my long fingernails painted white. They were so glossy, and so perfect looking. I had chills as I looked at myself in the mirror. I was about to become a wife! My outfit was so pretty! There was a matching purse which I wore over my arm. I held a bouquet in my hands, and they took picture after picture of me. But now it was time for the ceremony to begin.

 

I stood there nervously, waiting for them to call me. Lisa's friend Jack was going to give me away. He took me by the arm, and I was trembling as we started down the hallway. The music changed the wedding march, and I took a deep breath, and pulled down my veil to cover my face. Show time.

I started walking down the aisle, and I tried to keep from crying. I was *so* emotional. I saw Lisa standing there in her tux, looking more masculine than I had ever seen her before. She was surrounded by four other guys in tuxes. They all had faces that told me they were really women. But their hair was cut short, they wore no makeup, and they were dressed as men, although the soft rise of their chests showed me that they had boobs.

On my side of the aisle, there were a couple of girls I knew from work, and Lisa's sister Jackie. They were all wearing the shiny powder blue dresses, with their hair all French-braided, wearing lots of makeup, holding flowers, and looking very pretty.

At last I reached the front. Jack positioned me in the right spot, as we had done in at the rehearsal. I turned to face Lisa. The judge began the ceremony.

 

It was just a blur. With all the endless hours of planning, the wedding itself seemed to go by in an instant! Before I knew it, Lisa was putting the ring on my finger. She pulled back my veil, and we kissed as the crowd applauded. We were now husband and wife. With me being the wife. I was so happy, I started to cry again.

The reception was a blur too. I remember dancing with Lisa, feeling so happy to be a married woman now as I danced with my husband. I danced and danced, and before I knew it, the crowd was starting to break up, and it was time for us to go!

 

Everyone clapped as we got into the limo, which whisked us off to a hotel by the airport, so we could get on the plane first thing in the morning for our honeymoon. We went into the honeymoon suite, and it looked lovely. There was even a bottle of champagne on ice waiting for us. Lisa poured us each a glass, and we toasted to each other and to our love.

But now came the big finish for the night. We held each other, and started to hug and kiss. I reached down, and pulled off my petticoat. Lisa got on her knees, and took of my white wedding panties, with the bow tie on the front, over the 'present' she was about to get.

I was going to undress more, but she insisted that I lay on my back on the bed, and just pull up my skirt. I did as she asked, as she unzipped her fly, and pull out her impressive stiff shaft. For the first time in my life, I spread my legs wide open, and let a penis penetrate the slit between my legs. I was still in my heels, and I was being banged.

In and out, Lisa slid herself, deeper and deeper within my new pussy.

"You're my wife now" she said.

"I'm your wife" I said, smiling.

"I'm going to do this to you every day."

"F*#k me harder!" I screamed. "Yes! Harder! Do me baby!"

We were both *so* revved up when Lisa finally came inside me. My husband had made love to me. It was the best day of my life.

 

* * *

 

In Key West, Lisa and I walked on the beach together. I was in a yellow bikini, while she wore a tankini with a wrap which she wore like a skirt. We held hands and talked as we walked.

"I should have asked this before, but is this your first marriage?" I said.

"No" replied Lisa. "I married my highschool sweetheart when we graduated from college."

"Wow!" I said. "What happened?"

"I had problems in bed. I couldn't always 'get it up'. She ended up divorcing me. She said I wasn't a man, and I couldn't please a woman. She said I'd never be a man."

"That's terrible!" I said.

"Yes" replied Lisa. "That was when I decided to show her. I changed my first name to hers. I started to dress up in her clothes, and show her! If she thought I wasn't man, I'd show her how I'd be as a woman. But it was funny: I found that I *loved* being a woman. I started making myself more and more feminine, until I became the way I am now."

"Wow, that's heavy" I said. "But tell me something. Something that's been bugging me, but I keep forgetting to ask you. I seem to remember this trick you used to do to me, where you'd blow me a kiss, and I'd get so excited that I'd feel tingly all over."

"That needs some explaining" she said. "I can't do that to you anymore?"

"Why not? I *loved* how you'd make me feel when you did that."

"You see" said Lisa, "I found that I have a power over men. But you're a woman. So it has no effect on you."

I laughed out loud.

"You say that like I used to be a guy!" I said. "You're so funny!

 

We walked along the beach, as I snickered under my breath. Me, a guy? What a joke!

  

  

  

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