Left Field III     by: Starhawk

 

Chapter 1

The weeks passed painfully slow for me. My heart ached and I knew it wouldn’t stop until Stacey was in my arms again. I found myself hopelessly addicted to her presence, her warmth. Her, dare I say it, love. I remembered back to our time at the lake when she said that she loved me. Something she had said about how she only felt complete when we were together. It was as if we were in symbiosis or something. Spooky, but wonderful at the same time.

I can only thank the Internet and telephone for giving Stacey and I some form of connection during our time apart. We spent several nights talking or chatting online to appease our need, our addiction for one another. Those moments in time literally kept us sane until we could meet again.

It was on a Thursday night chat session that Stacey and I nailed down our plans to meet that Saturday at the mall. Stacey didn’t talk too much about her next surprise, which only served to increase my anticipation to see her. I couldn’t wait to find out what it was, but admittedly, I loved the intense pleasure of anticipation.

When Friday rolled around, she called me just to talk.

"Hello Vincent," she said in her sexy, breathy voice. "Are you excited about seeing me tomorrow?"

"Um . . . Yeah. I am."

"I can hardly wait to see the look on your face."

"Can’t you give me some kind of clue?"

"No, silly. Isn’t it more fun this way?"

"No it’s driving me crazy."

"I know. It’s been terrible for me too. I miss you so much." Stacey decided not to say anything more choosing rather to let me go nuts instead.

I told her I passed that point Tuesday.

She giggled.

We talked for another hour or so before hanging up and going to sleep. Actually, it was more like ‘trying’ to go to sleep because I didn’t get much z-time at all. My mind simply wouldn’t shut down. Images of Stacey in everything from biker leathers to a clingy red dress that showed off her slim, feminine body refused to stop flooding my mind.

As the sun rose I stumbled to the window of my room and opened it full to let the cold air in to shock my system awake. The chilled air rushed in and my skin broke out in a rash of goosebumps. I shivered uncontrollably for a few minutes before closing it. I then jumped in to a hot shower and found my excitement levels rising in expectation of meeting Stacey. Just thinking about her was causing my body to react in wonderful ways.

I got to the mall around eleven a.m. and went to the agreed upon rendezvous at the food court. I found a seat near the Taco Bell since it gave me the best position to scan the crowd as they entered. Why was it I was always waiting for Stacey? Just like a woman to want to make an entrance I thought. I couldn’t help but let a grin spring to my face.

Unlike last week I kept my cool and waited for her to show. However, this time she surprised me from behind by putting her arms around my neck and kissing me lightly on my neck.

"Hello Vincent," she whispered in my ear. "I’ve missed you." Stacey squeezed me playfully.

She walked around and sat right down in my lap causing my body to react instantly. She wrapped her arms around my neck to hold on and kissed me on the lips.

As we broke I looked at her and noted she was wearing a thick, white turtleneck sweater that came down past her hips, which flowed into a black Danskin and finished off with red cowboy boots. She looked so sexy, and smelled even more wonderful than she did at the park. I pulled her close enjoying her body immensely.

"Did you miss me?" she asked smiling impishly. There was that nose wrinkle of hers again.

"You know it."

"Then how about showing me?" She nuzzled me with her nose.

She didn’t have to ask twice. I leaned forward and our lips met in an awesome kiss that reminded me of just why I loved her. Not only did she have a great body, but she was a great kisser. Her kisses made you forget any problems you might have had that day, or any other day for that matter. The soft, sensual way she worked her tongue around my own. Like a gentle caress, one only receives from a lover. The fleshiness of her lips was erotic in their own right. The soft moans she sounded as she threw herself into the moment served to feed my own desire. I was glad I was the one she was kissing.

"Hmmm. You did miss me didn’t you?" She looked me in the eyes and smiled.

"Less talk. More kisses," I pleaded.

"Yes Vincent."

My body responded, and I felt the rush burn within me as we continued. I thought I was going to bust wide open. She didn’t stop unfortunately (or fortunately depending on your point of view) and drove me to the edge of the abyss of insanity before she finally pulled back.

"Sorry Vincent. I got carried away," she breathed.

"Uh. Umm. That’s okay Stace. I enjoyed it."

"I know. I can feel you." She smiled . . .her face framed by her flowing brunette hair. "So how about taking me to the movies?"

"What? Now?"

"Yeah. Why not?" she smiled enjoying my obvious embarrassment.

"Uhh . . . Well you see . . .I . . . uh."

"Yes," she said standing up.

"Stacey!"

"Come on Vincent. I want to get a good seat."

"Err . . . ‘Kay." I stood up and took it like a man. I grabbed Stacey’s hand and we walked over to the theater complex in the mall. As we did, I noticed something different about her profile. She had . . . bumps on her chest. I didn’t say anything right away, but noticed her smile as she caught me staring. I bought the tickets, we found our seats up high and in back so, we could look out over the rest of the people. "So . . . what did you do?"

"About what?"

"You know what I mean." I nodded pointing to her chest.

"Oh these. Just some breast forms to give me a more feminine shape. My mom said that girls my age usually have the beginnings of breasts so I thought I would add them." She leaned in to my ear and whispered, "Do you like them?"

"Uh . . . yeah."

"Would you like to feel them?"

"Err. Yeah."

She twisted towards me and took my left hand to place it on her chest. They felt so real.

"Aren’t they nice?"

"Yeah. They’re so firm. Just like the real thing."

"And how would you know about such things Vincent?"

"Uhh." I felt my face burn from the blood rush.

"Don’t worry Vincent," she smiled. "I know you’ve been with other girls. I’m just glad that you’re with me now." She kissed me softly on the cheek and settled back in her seat.

"Me too."

"I am going to make you forget each and every one of them too."

"You already have Stace. You already have."

As the movie started, I put my arm around her shoulder as the lights went down. She took my hand and squeezed it warmly.

The theater wasn’t too crowded and the movie was good. It was the latest X-Men sequel. Both Stacey and I liked the X-Men though we each had our favorite characters. I liked Rogue whereas Stace went for Cyclops. She told me once that she liked his eye blaster power, though she admitted if she were to have a superpower of her own it would be super strength like Superman, or maybe super speed like the Flash. My favorite character was Rogue because she was beautiful and she had that shock of white hair in front that drew me in like a moth to a flame. In fact, it kind of reminded me of a flame located within her mane of red hair. I liked how she could absorb super powers from other mutants. Very cool.

After the movie let out Stacey asked me if I wanted to come over to her house for the rest of the afternoon. I said I had to call home first to let my mom know where I was going. We found a pay phone and I made my call. Mom said it was no problem, but asked me to be home by six for dinner.

Stacey and I took a bus the few miles to her home on the outskirts of town. After arriving at her house, we went up to her room to play some Doom 5. At least that is how it started out.

The two of us were on her bed with control sticks in hand, and fighting each other in a deathmatch. I was up by two, but Stacey was pressing hard. She’d made the last three kills. I was beginning to sweat, but did my best to hide my concern. What made it worse was she was using her body to distract me. Not a difficult thing to do considering how she was dressed. There was just something about that sweater of hers which kept capturing my attention. The image of her flitted around my brain, and her scent filled my nostrils.

Occasionally she would lean over and whisper something erotic in my ear. Her voice sending shock waves all through me. It was at that moment she got me in her sights and laid a spray of minigun fire right at my chest. I was toast.

"No fair!"

"What do you mean?" she replied impishly.

My character respawned and I doubled my efforts to focus my attention on getting her and winning the match. Stacey wasn’t a pushover to say the least. She was highly competitive, as I had seen on many occasions. Still I was no slouch either. I found my chain gun and went hunting. Initially I played it cautious but gradually went into attack mode. It was when I was best, and Stacey knew it. I sensed her start to get more aggressive too and when we finally found each other in a crate filled room, we started hammering bullets at each other. It was a great fight, and when I finally made the kill, it was only because my armor lasted longer.

"Nice shot!"

"Thanks."

While I waited for her to respawn, I gathered up more ammo, armor, and health, then found a spot to wait for her in ambush. That was a mistake.

Stacey looked over at me, saw that my focus was on gathering supplies, then leaned in close and used her tongue to caress my right ear, causing my body to shudder uncontrollably. As she saw this she quickly withdrew, and after finding me, blasted me from behind.

"Gotcha."

"Aarrgghhh."

"It’s okay honey. I still love you." Stacey leaned over and kissed me.

The game was on and I was hunting. No sign of her in the main arena so I went up the stairs off to my left and kept scanning for some sign of her. I proceeded over to a stack of crates and picked up some ammo and invisibility token before heading down another set of stairs. I found more ammo then peeked around the corner into another room. I caught sight of her and started blasting away with everything I had. I saw my own health diminishing rapidly as she returned fire, but kept up my attack and then, as luck would have it, I ran out of ammo for my chain gun. ‘Rats.’ I quickly changed to my sniper rifle and took cover behind a nearby crate. Stacey saw her chance and started blasting away at my cover. The crate vaporized in a shower of splinters. It was then she realized I had a bead on her. I opened up with round after round. She jumped up and hit the ground running off to my left. I moved off to my right and lay in another round. A jump on to a ledge and another round hit the mark. I ran along the ledge to another crate jumped over to it and took a shot. A miss. Fortunately, I found more ammo for my chain gun and switched weapons again. I sent my rounds on their way watching her dodge and weave to avoid them. However, enough had hit home that her health was gone. Another shot and she was toast. I switched back to my sniper rifle and took careful aim.

Stacey sensing the game was at an end had her character stand up and face me. In samurai fashion, she waited for the bullet to take her out. I hesitated a moment and then sent the round on its way. Her character went down and the words GAME OVER appeared ending the match.

"Great game Vincent," she said dropping her control stick to the floor.

"Thanks Stace." My control stick landed by hers.

We rolled over to stare at the ceiling. My body was craving the sweet physical pressure of her body on mine. That chemistry between two souls. I wanted her so bad I ached.

As if she had read my mind, she rolled over on top of me with her face inches from my own. The world shrank to the two of us. Our breathing slowed into mirrored rhythm.

"Vincent," she whispered.

"Yeah."

"I . . . I want . . ." and then she kissed me. Not one of those welcome home type of pecks either. It was slow, loving, and full of fire.

When we broke I looked up at her and saw her face glowing. She must have seen the same thing on mine for she simply kissed me lightly on the lips, and nibbled my right ear. She followed this by sticking her tongue into my ear. My body went rigid. Her warm breath filled my head. I responded by grabbing her around the small of her back and her shoulders to pull her closer.

We remained like that for what felt like hours. It was incredible. Stacey was my world. Nothing and no one else mattered to me at that moment.

I inhaled her scent deep within my lungs. I could not believe that Stacey was real, and yet her body told me otherwise. Our legs intertwined and tightened. ‘Man that felt good.’

Stacey hesitantly moved her hands down along my ribcage feeling my body tense under her touch. It was amazing that she could affect me like this. It was as if she had some power over me. I knew that she wouldn’t abuse it. After all, she loved me, I loved her, and lovers didn’t abuse one another.

It was amazing to me how things had changed over the past few weeks. Here Stacey was in drag and more feminine than most real girls I knew from school. From the way she was behaving, it seemed as though she was beginning to enjoy it too. Admittedly, I loved being with her and treating her like my girlfriend. Shoot, any guy would love to have Stacey as their girlfriend. She was attentive, caring, gorgeous, sensual, and VERY sexual.

A knock came at the door to Stacey’s room. Stacey and I looked at each other in wide-eyed terror before scrambling madly to straighten our appearance. At that point, her mom walked in to find us scurrying around. We'd been caught and God only knew what was going to happen now.

"Well young man, what do you have to say for yourself?" she asked looking directly at Stacey.

"Uh. Um. Nothing mom."

"Oh really? And who is your friend?"

"Uh. This is Vincent mom."

"Oh so you’re the young man I have heard so much about."

"Err. Yes ma’am." I replied sheepishly.

"I am glad to meet you Vincent, although I can only imagine what you two were doing here while I was gone." She looked at me for a moment, which seemed to stretch on far longer that it needed to.

My face burned under her gaze that caused me no end of discomfort. As I began to fidget, she turned her attention back to Stacey. It took me some time to feel somewhat normal, and I began to feel sorry for Stacey, but then a strange thing happened. Her mom smiled.

"It’s okay honey. I was just playing with you two." She turned to me and continued, "Sorry if I caused you any discomfort Vincent. I am truly glad to meet you. I was just coming up to see if you two would like some dinner?"

"I appreciate that Mrs. Thompson, but my mom is expecting me home for dinner. I guess I should be going so she doesn’t worry about me."

"You’re welcome to call her before you leave so she knows you’re on your way."

"Thank you. I’d appreciate that."

"You’ll find the phone at the end of the hallway."

I walked down to the phone and made my call. My mom said she would keep dinner warm for me and I hung up. Stacey walked me to the door, gave me a big hug around my neck, and kissed me right in front of her mom. I saw Mrs. Thompson smile warmly and wink at me. I closed my eyes and returned to the kiss with Stacey.

"Call me, ‘kay?" she asked as we broke from our kiss.

"Err. Sure. Right after dinner."

"Bye."

As the door closed I took a deep breath noting the smell of the thick fog which had crept in to the neighborhood while we were inside. It was comforting somehow as it wrapped me in its embrace. Like a blanket on a cold night. A perfect end to a perfect day. The only thing that would have made it better was to spend the night with Stacey, but we were both too young for that now. Someday though. Someday.

I took the bus home and had dinner (chicken fried steak and mashed potatoes in case you’re curious).

 

Chapter 2

For one reason or another, Stacey and I weren’t able to get together for several weeks after that night at her house. One time Stacey went with her mother to do some shopping. Then there was the time we'd made plans to go see a movie, but I got food poisoning and couldn’t go. Both of us were desperate to see each other. The need within us was relentless.

Sure we got to talk on the phone or chat online, but it was not the same. We needed physical contact, and we needed it now!

As my birthday approached (May 5th if you must know), I was hopeful that Stacey and I would finally fulfill our mutual desire. I had invited her over to my house to spend the day hanging out and playing computer games. I almost invited more of my friends over, but decided against it. Yeah it was my birthday and all, but I was a guy and guys my age just didn’t get into all that birthday party stuff. Going to a pizza place and jumping around in a box filled with plastic balls was not my thing.

Anyway, my big day came and I could hardly wait to see Stacey. My whole body vibrated with my need for her. My hands wouldn’t stop shaking. My brain wouldn’t stop wandering to thoughts of her. What would she be wearing? Would she kiss me? Would I kiss her? Would we get closer? What would she smell like? Would I like how she smelled?

I couldn’t stand this waiting!

 

Chapter 3

The door opened and as she turned to me her face exploded in joy. She could contain herself no longer and rushed to wrap her arms around my neck, kissing me soundly on the lips.

When we broke from our kiss I took Stacey’s hand and headed up the stairs to my room.

Stacey gave me a quick pinch on my butt as she urged me onward.

After closing the door to my room I helped Stacey off with her jacket, then enveloped her in my arms taking pleasure in her lips, enjoying the way her body yielded to me. I felt my body warm up. My penis stiffened nicely with the beginning of a gentle throbbing adding to the experience. My hands moved to Stacey’s bottom as if under their own power.

Stacey ground her crotch into me, which she knew, would drive me crazy. I could feel her own penis stiffen which caused me a flash of weirdness, but I quickly shoved that thought aside and enjoyed the passion building between us.

Ever so slowly, I drew Stacey over to my bed where we fell down onto the mattress. Stacey ended up on top of me where Stacey’s weight added to my pleasure. I took my hands and pulled her butt into my own crotch to intensify the effect. ‘Very nice," I thought.

The kisses lasted for some time to satisfy our lust for one another. It had been too long and our appetite was insatiable.

Stacey continued to use her body to build my own excitement. A kiss here. A caress there. Her soft breath in my ear. All of it was working far too well, but I enjoyed every single touch. She was wonderful, and she was mine.

I sat up to catch my breath and I also wanted to remove my sweat filled shirt.

Stacey sat up behind me and put her hands gently on my shoulders. "So, Vincent, do you like my birthday present so far?" she asked as she nibbled on my right ear.

"What’s not to like Stace? I’m burning up, and it’s all your fault."

I saw Stacey pout, which morphed into a sly grin combined with a wrinkling of her nose. I grabbed her playfully and laid her on her back. I straddled her with my legs and held her arms over her head in a classic pinning move. Having her secured, I leaned down closer to her and whispered, "I want you to make my blood boil Stacey. I want you to make my body shake all over. Until I can’t stand it anymore."

"Me too, Vincent."

Stacey nuzzled my neck resulting in shivers throughout my body. I yielded to her, putting off the changing of my shirt. It was more important to be with Stacey. I craved her. Yes, that was it. I craved her. Like someone who needs chocolate or sex. I craved her touch, her closeness. Nothing else mattered.

The feel of her fleshy lips on my neck was wonderfully sensual. So soft and moist. I turned my face to meet hers and rubbed her nose with my own.

Stacey shifted so she straddled my hips and gently pushed me down onto my back. Her hands moved underneath my shirt letting them roam over my chest. She then leaned down to bring her face to within an inch of mine, but did not let her lips touch mine. I felt her breath on my face. I felt her rhythm against my chest. If I tried to kiss her she backed off just enough to stay out of reach, but always with the promise of the final reward.

I felt my body respond to her teasing. I knew it was meant to be sensual, seductive, and more. I did not mind. Really. In fact, I liked this playful side of her. My penis throbbed madly threatening to rip my pants.

Finally, Stacey moved in, like a tigress going in for the kill, and parted her lips allowing her mouth to close over mine. Our tongues met in a slow dance, which blossomed into a firestorm of primitive desire.

Her passion spent, Stacey rolled off to my right her chest rising and falling to catch her breath.

I reached over to take her hand giving it a light squeeze. Our faces turned toward one another smiling, and speaking volumes without saying a single word.

"I love you Stacey."

Stacey closed her eyes reveling in the words she had just received.

I saw a tear form and flow down her cheek, which ended up, on the bedcover.

She replied with a squeeze of her hand before bringing my hand to her lips. She then covered my hand with her right clutching it to her chest.

"I love you too, Vincent. With all my heart." She scooted over and placed her arm over my chest and kissing my cheek. She moved her right leg on to my crotch and pressed it against me. This moment was perfect. If only it could be frozen forever.

 

Chapter 4

Our relationship continued for several months with each encounter bringing new joys, new discoveries, and deeper levels of love which neither of us had ever felt before.

It was because of the feelings we shared for one another that I called Stacey over to my house to ask her something deeply personal. I knew this was going to be big for her and for us. To be honest I did not know what her answer would be, nor did I really expect her to have one. However, I had to ask, so she could begin to think about it.

I waited in my room for Stacey to arrive, pacing back and forth, mentally running over various ways to ask Stacey this question which burned in my brain.

Then the doorbell rang.

It was Stacey and she was wearing a Dallas Stars hockey jersey and a pair of denim short shorts, which made me salivate. Yes I know the jersey covered a lot of those curves, but there was just something about Stacey in that jersey which turned me on. Maybe it was the way the jersey added a sense of mystery to her. Or maybe it was the way the green and yellow of the jersey played off her face. Oh heck. Who cared. She looked great and that was all I needed to know.

"You can close your mouth now Vincent," she smiled.

"Oh. Sorry. It’s just that you are so gorgeous Stacey, and I just can’t take my eyes off of you."

"You’re so sweet." She entered and kissed me warmly.

I moved my hand around her waist and led her up the stairs to my room side by side.

I closed the door and motioned her to take a seat on my bed. I then sat next to her. For a moment, I fidgeted rubbing my hands together.

Stacey saw my nervousness and took my hands in hers.

"Vincent, what’s wrong?"

"Nothing is wrong Stace. Nothing at all. Really."

"Then what are you so nervous about my love?"

"Stacey, I have something to ask you and I don’t know quite how to ask."

Stacey looked deep into my eyes and said, "Vincent, whatever it is just ask. You know you can ask me anything. Trust me."

"Well . . .okay. Here goes." I took a deep breath and began. "Stacey, as you know our relationship has been moving along better than I think either one of us could have hoped. It is because of our feelings that I need to ask you something. Something important. Something life changing."

"And what is that?"

I paused a moment to gather my words. "First, let me say I am yours. Now and forever. You have woven your soul with mine and I cannot see living without you Stacey. So no matter what your answer, know that you will not be losing me."

"Now I am worried. Please ask me before I go nuts."

"Okay. Stacey, when we get out of school, would you consider becoming fully female?" I looked into Stacey’s eyes wondering if she would slap me, get up and storm out of the room, or say yes. "Now before you say anything I should say that I don’t expect an answer right now. I simply want you to think about it."

Stacey remained quiet for a moment longer than I wanted, but as she looked down at her lap, she squeezed my hands. Then I felt it. A wetness. I looked down to my hands and saw the remains of a tear, which had fallen on them.

Had I hurt her? Oh God, I prayed not. I would rather have cut off an arm than hurt Stacey, the most precious person in my life. She had become my very reason for living. I grabbed her up in my arms without further hesitation and cradled her. I had no other choice for she was a part of me. A part I simply could not lose.

"Vincent."

Her voice penetrated my own pain. "Yes."

"I would love to be a woman for you. In every sense of the word. Only. . . "

"Only what?"

"Only I can’t do that now. Mainly because I don’t have the money."

"That’s okay Stace. We can work on that later. Just knowing that you are willing is enough for me. I needed to ask you though so you would know what was in my heart. Although," I let the word hang.

"Although?"

"Although I have to admit that there is something so erotic and exciting about the way you are now. In fact, I think you turn me on more now than if you were a real woman."

"Really?" her eyes pleaded with my own.

"Yes Stace. You excite me." I paused a moment before continuing, "I can’t explain it. Maybe it is the way you are so outwardly feminine and yet physically masculine. I think the fact that you are such a beautiful shemale has me addicted to you."

"Vincent," she sniffled.

"Yes?"

"Thank you for saying that." She snuggled up to my neck and kissed me tenderly. "Knowing that you accept me as I am means so much to me. It is what makes me love you Vincent."

Stacey put her hand under my shirt and rubbed slowly. Her soft hands felt wonderful against my skin. I closed my eyes and let myself rest with her.

The two of us lay there on my bed enjoying the intertwining of souls. We were one.

 

Chapter 5

From that moment on we clung to each other for our very life. Our souls drawing strength from one another in order to survive. Being in love, for that is what we felt for one another, was the best feeling of all.

I felt so unworthy of her. I mean, here she was this beautiful woman (almost), with all the right bits (well from an external view anyway). Shoot, any boy would spit green to have a shot with Stacey. Yet, she had chosen me. I know I’d told her countless times how much I cared for her, and loved her, but they simply were not enough, nor would they ever be so. I found myself having to accept on faith this gift, and do my best every day to make her happy.

During a walk through the woods near my house, I asked Stacey if she would like to go to a pool party at my friend Tim’s house tomorrow.

"I don’t know if that would be such a good idea Vincent."

"Why not?"

"Well, for one thing there would be lots of kids there. Kids we know. That could lead to some tense moments for both of us. What if someone discovers my little secret? Not only could I get hurt, but you too, and I couldn’t bear that Vincent."

"You’re right about there being lots of kids there. Tim told me he was planning on about fifty. So there will be lots of people. From my view, I think that would work in our favor since it would be easier to get lost in the crowd. Kind of like being one tree among many. Besides you know I would never make you do anything Stace. If you don’t want to go, we won’t go. I love you too much to force you to do anything. However, if you want to know my opinion I think you would have a good time, and it would certainly give you the chance to have some fun with other kids. I know you could do it Stace."

"Do you really think so, Vincent?"

"Stacey, you are beautiful. No one will suspect a thing if you simply be the girl you appear to be. I know how well you can do that. My body tells me that every time I hold or kiss you."

Stacey pulled up short, moved into my arms, and put her arms around my neck. "Vincent, you say the sweetest things. I love you." Stacey kissed me. "For tomorrow I will be your adoring girlfriend. A girlfriend who will not only drive you crazy, but every other boy too."

"Hmm. I’m not so sure I like the sound of that."

"How about if I just drive you crazy?" Another kiss. "Will that be okay?"

"That sounds much better."

"Good. Because I think I’ll enjoy that."

"And I will enjoy each and every moment of insanity." I squeezed Stacey close, reveling in the feel of her body next to mine. ‘Hey if you knew what I was talking about you wouldn’t mind hugging her either.’

We continued our walk through the woods enjoying each other’s company and each other’s touch. Especially, each other’s touch.

I put my arm around her waist with my hand ending up in her back right pocket. She copied the motion and stuck her thumb in one of my belt loops, and we walked on.

 

Chapter 6

The next day I took the bus over to Stacey’s home, hardly able to contain my excitement at seeing her. ‘So what else is new.’ I walked up the driveway and knocked on the front door. A few moments later Mrs. Thompson opened it.

"Hi Vincent."

"Hi Mrs. Thompson. Is Stacey ready?"

"Just about." She said closing the door behind me. "Stacey!" she shouted. "Vincent is here."

"I’ll be right down mom."

"Well, Vincent. Why don’t you come into the living room with me while we wait for her Royal Highness."

"'Kay."

She led me to a comfortable couch and asked me if I wanted anything to drink. ‘Why do mothers always ask this question. Was it simply to be a good hostess? Or was it a delaying tactic?’

"No thank you Mrs. Thompson."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes ma’am."

Just then, Stacey walked around the corner, and my mouth opened wide enough to swallow a softball. I watched Stacey’s face break out in a smile of victory.

When my brain came back into reality, I took in the full view of Stacey in all her glory, and I do mean glory. I have never seen her look so sexual as I did right then. ‘Yes I know I have said that before, and I will probably say it again. Live with it.’ As I was saying, Stacey was gorgeous. She stood there in tight fitting white pants, which hugged her hips nicely. I looked as discretely as possible and couldn’t detect any sign of her maleness. Her crotch was as flat as any girls. She also wore a black tube top, which accentuated her bust. Her hair hung just below her ears in a wavy pageboy style, which I found adorable. Then there were those lips. Those luscious, red lips.

Seeing that she had achieved the desired effect, she walked up to me and kissed me lovingly. "Do you like it?" she asked, spinning around slowly so I could take her all in.

I said nothing.

"Well?" she prodded.

"Uhh. Yeah. Yeah I like it. I think you’re totally awesome Stace."

"That’s better."

"Come here gorgeous."

"Yes Vincent."

"Mmmm. Much better."

"I agree." Stacey replied

As we separated I looked down into Stacey’s warm brown eyes and asked, "So . . . you ready?"

"I just need to grab my bag and we can go." She went back into her room and came back a few moments later carrying an athletic carryall bag.

"You two have a good time," Mrs. Thompson shouted as I closed the door.

"We will mom, and thanks." Stacey replied.

 

Chapter 7

Stacey and I rode the bus to the closest stop near Tim’s parents’ house on the north side of town. Then we got off and walked the block to Tim’s. Along the way, we met Tabitha and John who were also going to the party.

Tabitha was a redhead with auburn tresses falling gently past her shoulders. Her deep emerald green eyes were devastating in their beauty and power. She stood 5’3" tall, weighed about 100 pounds, and had a body which was more powerful than a nuclear bomb when it came to red blooded American males. No matter how old they were.

Of course, in my eyes Stacey was every bit as drop-dead gorgeous as Tabitha. More so because she was with me.

John was into soccer (football to you from across the pond), and women. He had the looks at 6’ 2", 195 pounds. His penetrating ice blue eyes and brown hair, which he kept short, made him ruggedly handsome. On the field, he was an intense and determined competitor. The other team always had to put their best defender on him because nothing less would do.

The two of them made quite a pair. Two of the beautiful people. Surprisingly, they were also nice. ‘How could that be? Hey I don’t know. I’m no psychiatrist.’

I introduced Stacey to them and we walked the rest of the way together. Tabitha and Stacey complemented one another on their outfits. Inwardly I smiled at how well Stacey moved into her role as a girl. She and Tabitha chatted along the way, talking while John and I just walked silently watching the two of them.

When we arrived at the front door John took the lead and knocked. I took Stacey’s hand and she squeezed mine gently letting me know she was nervous. I looked into her eyes and reassured her with a kiss.

The door opened and we were hit with the music of Nightwish’s ‘Deep Silent Complete’ and lots of kids moving here and there within the rooms of the house.

John and I let the girls lead the way and headed out to the back to meet our host.

We found him by the pool talking to his girlfriend Samantha, a tall leggy blonde with all the right curves. Sam, as she liked to be called, was sitting with her legs in the water and Tim smack dab in between them. Some guys had it so tough.

After introducing Stacey to Tim and Sam, we moved off to get changed into our suits. We walked to a back bedroom where Stacey moved into the bathroom to change while I took the bedroom. Admittedly, I couldn’t wait to see what she had come up with for a suit. Would she wear a one piece or a bikini?

I changed quickly into my Speedo and then sat on the bed waiting for Stacey. After a few minutes, I heard the doorknob start to open and I began to steady myself in preparation.

The door opened wide and out came . . . a goddess in white. A white bikini which covered just enough of her chest to hide the breast forms she wore. Her bottoms did very little to hide her charms.

All I could muster out of my mouth was, "Un. . .real."

"Is that good?"

"Stacey it’s not only good. It’s unbelievable. Are you sure you’re a guy?"

"Come here handsome, and I’ll show you."

I walked into her web of desire, put my hand on her crotch, and felt the telltale trace of her maleness. Then I looked into her face and saw her eyes close as I touched her. Her lips parted slightly so I took the opportunity to kiss her.

"Mmmm. You’re the best Stacey, but how?"

"I’m using a gaff."

"A what?"

"A gaff. It helps contain my male parts."

"Isn’t that uh. . .uncomfortable?"

"A little, but it’s worth it."

"Well as long as you’re okay with it then I am too. Either way you look awesome."

"Thank you Vincent. I am glad you’re pleased. I tried real hard to find just the right suit for today."

"Let’s go get something to drink."

"Kay."

Stacey took my arm and we walked out to the pool where the real party was going on. Admittedly, I was having second thoughts about being here. Another part of me wanted to be alone with Stacey so we could talk, and stuff. ‘I will leave it to your imagination as to what ‘stuff’ I am talking about.

The two of us mingled among the partygoers and grabbed some lemonade before finding an empty spot by the pool so we could stick our feet in. I set my drink down after taking a healthy gulp or two, then leaned back on my hands to take in the scene. There were probably about thirty kids spread around the pool and in the house. Roughly 50-50 ratio of boys to girls. Good mix I thought. You could tell the couples like Tim and Sam, Tabitha and John, Stacey and I since we seemed to be glued to our significant others.

Those who weren’t attached were trying to pair up. It was interesting to watch the games that boys and girls played to draw attention to themselves. The guys showed off with their athleticism. The girls used their bodies too, but in different ways. Not in strength but in grace. It was interesting to see myself in many of the antics going on between the two groups. I was so glad I didn’t have to go through that anymore. I looked at Stacey sitting next to me, then leaned over and kissed her on the cheek.

She turned to me and invited me to kiss her again with a simple, not so subtle, look in her eyes. I gladly complied. After all, when it comes to my feelings for Stacey, ‘resistance is futile’.

After enjoying, our kiss on the side of the pool we slid into the cool water and submerged together entwined in each other’s arms.

We broke the surface gasping for air.

Just then, several guys jumped in practically on top of us causing a huge splash. Stacey and I turned our heads away just in time to avoid the majority of water, which washed over us.

When they surfaced they all wiped water from their faces and started to laugh out loud at their prank. Stacey and I joined the laughter and splashed back at them, which resulted in more splashing, and ending in a war of water within the pool. It was incredible to see, and even more intense to be involved.

Stacey and I stuck close to each other for most of the battle, though we did get separated a couple of times. All in all, we had a great time, although Stacey did have a close call.

I don’t know how it happened, but when she called out I stopped my attack on some girl in the corner of the pool and went to Stacey’s aid. When I got to her, I could see the panic in her eyes as she explained what had happened.

She told me that she had lost her top somewhere in the middle of the pool. She was obviously upset. I held her to try and calm her down letting her know that I was there for her. Then I moved away from her, took a deep breath, and slid beneath the surface.

I couldn’t see anything on the first attempt so I got out of the pool to get a mask or goggles to help me see underwater. I spotted a pair of goggles on a beach chair and grabbed them. I headed back to where Stacey was and saw that her eyes were on the verge of tears.

I called Sam, Tim’s girlfriend, over to help her while I searched. Sam grabbed a towel and wrapped it around Stace as she got out of the pool. Sam said she would take care of her. I gave Stacey a kiss before jumping back into the pool to continue my holy quest. This time however I spotted the white top in the deepest part of the pool near the drain.

I stroked frantically downward and retrieved them before rising to the surface.

When Stacey saw me I gave her a nod and she was noticeably relieved. I swam over to the ladder and got out of the pool. I walked over to where she sat with Sam and handed the top to her. With Sam’s help she got her top back on. Only then did the towel come away from her body.

Stacey hugged Sam in thanks for her help.

For my reward she hugged me and smothered me with kisses.

Stacey and I had a good time mixing with the other kids after the pool war. It was great fun and a good time for the two of us to get to know the rest of the group. Stacey and Sam talked a lot and seemed to be getting along really well. She also talked some with Tabitha and John when we sat down to eat some burgers which were cooked by Tim’s dad.

During another of our water breaks Stacey came near and without hesitation wrapped her legs around my hips, and her arms around my neck. Then she leaned in and kissed me. "Thank you for bringing me Vincent. And thank you for being my knight in shining armor."

"I live to serve milady." I kissed her deeply enjoying the wetness of her mouth. When we broke, a few of the kids hanging around the edge of the pool started clapping and whistling. Stacey and I blushed, then smiled.

As it neared sunset Stacey and I got dressed and said our good-byes to Tim and the others before heading out to catch the bus back to Stacey’s. Stacey gave Sam a big hug for her help and said goodbye.

As we got out of earshot, Stacey pulled up short and turned to me. "Vincent, I am so glad that’s over. I was so nervous when we first got there, and I thought I was going to die when I lost my top."

"I noticed."

"Then you rescued me. I will never forget what you did Vincent. Never in a million years."

"You’re welcome milady." I took her hand and continued our journey to the bus stop. As we walked, I told her how proud I was of her. Amazed at how well she fell into the role of a girl. Glad at having her on my arm. I also told her that no one suspected a thing. To them she was Stacey, my girlfriend.

Stacey’s eyes started to tear up so I hugged and comforted her as best I could letting her cry. I knew they were tears of joy. Tears born out of her knowing that I loved her. I can’t begin to tell you what that did for me. It was as though our souls entwined in some kind of sensual dance of celebration. It was an amazing feeling.

The rest of our journey home was spent in silence simply enjoying being with each other. We held hands all the way too. I felt ten feet tall with Stacey.

When we arrived at her place I walked her up to her front door and kissed her goodnight. Which turned into another kiss. And an even longer one after that.

Finally, all things come to an end and I headed back home. I don’t even remember the ride on the bus. I was so overwhelmed by the feelings I had for Stacey.

 

Chapter 8

For the next few years, Stacey and I were inseparable. I loved having her as my girlfriend. She was so caring and giving. She remembered my birthday and knew all of my likes and dislikes. I did likewise though not as well as her. ‘Hey, I’m a guy what else did you expect?’

As Stacey grew up, she blossomed into the beautiful flower I knew she would. Her body became wonderfully feminine and her mom bought her some larger breast forms to enhance her shape (which they did rather nicely I might add).

In the summer of our 17^th year, Stacey stunned me by telling me that she had to go away for a few months. I was crushed, but she calmed my fears by telling me that she would be back, and that she would have a big surprise for me.

"Trust me my love. No other man can take me from you. I love you Vincent. With all my heart. Now and forever."

Tears formed in her eyes (and mine for that matter) as we kissed good bye. As she walked away I felt my heart darken and knew it would not know joy or light until she returned to me.

Those three months were the longest of my life, and yet they were worth going through every single darkened day. Because at the end of that time I received a note from Stacey telling me that she would be arriving back in town that very Saturday. Immediately my heart felt lighter. My reason for living was coming home.

As the day arrived, my joy could not be contained. The fire within my heart could not be quenched. Stacey would be in my arms any moment and there was no holding me back. Yes I knew I was letting my expectations get the best of me, but I flat out didn’t care.

When the doorbell rang, I sprinted to it nearly taking out one of my mom’s valuable vases, which I avoided, by the narrowest of margins.

I opened the door and stopped dead in my tracks. Standing less than three feet from me was Stacey, but Stacey as I had never (and I mean never) seen her before. Her hair came down to just above her shoulders and curled softly inward at her neck. She wore a pinkish (I think women call it coral) tube top and tight jeans. Yet, there was something else. I scanned her taking in every inch of her form. Each curve was engrained on to my brain and something was different about her body. Wait a minute! That was it! She had some new curves.

Like a bolt of lightning, it struck me. Her breasts. There were no breast forms. She had real breasts, and they were awesome. They looked close to softball size, and tempted me with their heaving as Stacey breathed.

"So what do you think?" she asked in a voice which sounded softer, more breathy.

I could not answer her as I continued my scan.

"Vincent!"

I blinked, and locked on her eyes before speaking. "Sorry Stacey. I . . . uh. I don’t know what to say. I’m absolutely speechless." I then closed my mouth and took her hand pulling her inside.

When the door was closed, Stacey put a liplock on me something fierce. My brain exploded. My blood boiled. My heart raced, and my body reacted as expected. I took my right hand and moved it down to her butt drawing her in to my own crotch. I knew then that at least some things remained the same about Stacey. However, I could also feel that she was more. More than she was before she left. More exciting. More beautiful. More feminine.

"So what do you think Vincent?" She kissed me softly. "Do you like the new me?"

"All I can say is you were beautiful before, but now . . ." I paused to receive another kiss from my enchantress. "Now you’re drop-dead gorgeous."

She moved into me and wrapped her arms around my neck. "Oh Vincent. I missed you sooo much. I thought this day would never get here." She gave me a big squeeze.

"Me too. I’ve been a total basket case without you, and now. . . Now it all has become worth all the days of darkness. To see you. To feel you, and I mean all of you." I moved my hands over her body and reveled in the softness they encountered. I cautiously moved my right hand down to her crotch to see if she was ‘all’ there. I smiled in relief as I felt the now familiar maleness of my Stacey.

"I thought you’d like that."

"I do. I love you Stacey. I love all of you, each and every luscious part." I took her hand and led her up the stairs to my room so we could have some privacy. Truth be told my body was reacting so well that I was embarrassed, and I didn’t want my mom to see me.

Stacey and I embraced behind the closed door and I felt my soul awaken.

"Vincent?"

"Yes Stace?"

"I want you." Stacey kissed me, "I want you now."

"I want you too Stacey."

"Then take me Sir Vincent."

My hand came up to cup her left breast giving it a light caress as I kissed her mouth. My left hand took a firm hold of her butt and squeezed. Stacey yelped at the strength of my grip but yielded to the power in my arm.

It was not long before we were skin to skin. I loved the softness of her skin, and never thought I would feel something so wonderful. The smoothness of her legs and the roundness of her butt drew my hands like moths to a flame. The way her body yielded and flowed to my own movement was intoxicating. It was as if she was made out of clay or something.

Stacey showed total abandon in her attention to my needs. It was as though she were possessed of a need, a desire to make me happy. I knew that same need for Stacey’s happiness was all that mattered to me.

Stacey kissed her way down to my crotch then, after giving me a look which made me wonder what was to come, she took my penis in her mouth. The warmth and wetness of her mouth sent shivers throughout my body. Within me, there was absolute peace and absolute terror at the same time. The peace came from my trust in Stacey. The terror was from my fear that I wasn’t good enough for her. However, Stacey told me time and again that I was good to and for her.

She told me in her loving kiss. She told me in her touch and the twinkle in her eyes. She also told me in her words and the way she stood by me through thick and thin.

As her head moved in that ever sensuous rhythm of love and giving beyond self my body began to vibrate like a giant tuning fork. It was unreal. I had never felt anything so phenomenal.

Stacey was oblivious to everything around her. Her focus was complete. The only sounds she made were those of her breathing.

My eyes were closed as I lay on my bed. My body was running on pure instinct. My hands moved over her body in slow smooth motions meant to excite.

Finally, an explosion of light filled my whole being. Then Stacey collapsed on top of me and I felt her chest heaving in exhaustion. Occasionally she would kiss my hairless chest as it too rose and fell as I caught my breath.

It was the perfect end to my time of darkness. Stacey returned her light to my world. She brought me love and acceptance.

As we lay there on my bed, we talked about all the things that had happened during our time apart. I asked her about her breasts and she told me how the doctor had opened a tiny hole in her bellybutton. Then used something called an endoscope to place the two implants then fill them up with saline solution to the right size and firmness. I cringed at the pain she must have gone through, but she told me they kept her on drugs for a few days to get her through it.

Stacey told me that she had never been so lonely as these last three months. She had cried herself to sleep so many nights that she had lost count. She told me that the only thing that kept her going was her love for me.

We lay there in my bed comforting each other. Caressing each other. Holding one another and pushing back the loneliness within our souls. We knew we would never be alone again.

 

Epilogue

Stacey and I are to be married in a few weeks and I am sure she will be the most beautiful bride ever. I can’t believe how far we have come since we met all those years ago.

Stacey decided to remain a shemale knowing that, no matter what, I would love her. Stacey was all I needed. She was all I wanted. She was my lover and my friend. She was the first one I thought about when I woke up, and the last one on my mind before going to bed, sometimes she was even the last one I kissed.

We belonged together.

Now and forever.

 

 

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