Don't read this if you aren't legally entitled, morally equipped, or fully aware that the story is a fantasy invocation, descriptive of nothing, recommending nothing. Critical comment ofany kind sent to vickietern@aol.com is always welcome.

 

Mmmmmm!

by Vickie Tern

 

viii.

 

He considered how that had happened. He was playing a game in some ways, he realized, though he'd never thought of it that way before. It was sort of fun except for his emasculation, and he hadn't yet absorbed what that implied -- the tranquilizers still floated him over it. It was fun, in a way. Different. Except for the risk of ridicule if he ever exposed to anyone else the fact that whatever else he was, he was a man. No, he wasn't supposed to think that.

It was like learning a role in a play like "Guys and Dolls," a production he'd been in while still in college. Except that instead of learning to move and talk like one of the horse-playing gamblers, the way he'd been cast at the time, he was now learning to move like Adelaide, the brash chorus girl played by a rather shy student who was nevertheless incredibly well-stacked. That girl had popped her hip at the director like no other girl at the tryouts and so got the part. The director had given her method actor training, teaching her how to locate the character inside her own character, the kept woman and whore within, and he'd given her some experiences she could draw on, so she soon learned to play a charming trollop convincingly. She kept it up after the play closed, and after a dazzling year as the most popular girl on campus, a girl who used her bed only for recreational purposes, she had married the wealthiest boy on campus.

I'd better learn the same way, Nick told himself. Until this damned make-up fades I've got to play the cards I've been dealt. Kelly seems happy enough with me now. Maybe I can do this thing some days and get back to being myself other days. We'll have to see. When she thinks I'm exactly what she wants, that'll be my bargaining chip.

It occurred to him that what he'd always admired in her was that she fought back and fought hard, that she always gave as good as she got, that she was always a worthy antagonist during their most ferocious quarrels. She still was, unrelenting. But she'd struck him below the belt. When she'd fed him tranquilizers and quenched his aggressive instincts, he'd turned passive all right. But he hadn't turned dependent. As his sex drive disappeared, so had his desire for her, and his admiration and love for her -- if that's what it was -- had also diminished. Tranquillity had replaced frustrated rage and rivalry. But now that he needed her he felt something else growing inside himself. A desire to submit? No, but a desire to please her.

He wasn't angry with her, he even admired her audacity, the boldness with which she'd first neutralized him, then neutered him, then betrayed him with other men, and now wanted to feminize him, use him as a live-in douche bag and pussy worshiper. He might have done the same to her if he'd thought of it. Now he couldn't, he was no longer man enough. What she'd done was unforgivable, but what could he do? Wait and see.

By early afternoon he realized certain attitudes had strengthened. He'd been delighted to dominate her and resist her domination, exulting when he could impose his own will on her and furious when he couldn't. But now, relatively helpless, he began to feel a strange serenity, a satisfaction in yielding to her, in relaxing into whatever she proposed. Especially in pleasing her. It was easier to let her take control of things, let her do all the planning and just follow along. Let her be in charge. As Nick he'd had to think, as Nicola he didn't. And as Nicola, plainly, he delighted her. That gave him considerable satisfaction.

She wants me to resemble a girl, he thought to himself. Well, given my girl's face and hairdo, let's see if I can do the rest of it. He looked at himself in the mirror and struck one of the feminine poses she'd taught him, heels together, toes pointed apart, hips twisted one way, shoulders the other, head tossed up and twisted back to gaze over one shoulder, eyes wide open in childish innocence. It was exciting! He didn't look too bad at all! In fact he found himself attractive! There in the mirror was a woman who was both daring and provocative!

He thrust out a hip at his image and wriggled his rear just a little. That felt and looked so brazen, so naughty, but so very sexy! He smiled at the girl in the mirror who was coming on to him so strongly, and his heart leaped up when she smiled back. My God! he thought. I'm beautiful! That woman in the mirror is beautiful! I want to make her happy, even more beautiful! Buy her something?"

He fluffed his hair and smiled at her again.

Kelly saw Nick posing in the mirror with his dark eyes never wavering from the eyes of the woman who looked back at him, and she smiled to herself. "It's happening," she murmured.

Then after a light lunch she asked him to change to a full-sleeved blouse and a smart tailored skirt, and took him out to shop for the "better dress" she knew he'd need for his date with Kevin. Nicola had learned so well that this time none of the saleswomen suspected she was not what she seemed. Nor any of the customers. At one point Nicola shared a changing room with two other women, and Kelly was amused to hear them chattering away together while they stripped to their slips and bras, all three trying on their dresses and complimenting each other. He's wonderful, she was thinking. He learns so quickly! Maybe he still thinks it's a game? Well, he'll soon cross a point of no return and realize that it's not a game, that it's his own life, and not too bad a life. He'll accept it all. He's learning. I mean, SHE is. I must forget his previous gender! HERS!

As they were leaving one department store, Kelly was surprised to see him pause at the cosmetics counter. "I need to buy myself something," he told her.

"No problem," Kelly said, wondering what he had in mind.

He then bought a dark lipstick. "I love this," he said. "I will need to wear deeper colors when I go out evenings, don't I?"

Kelly said only, "Yes, honey, of course."

"Then I'll take this. And I'll need to change my nail color to match. Do you mind?"

"Not at all. I like that shade. It'll go beautifully with the burgundy gown you just bought. But won't you want a professional manicurist to do it?" Kelly realized that she was now talking to her husband girl to girl. After only one day? "You know, about that gown, it's so slinky, Nicola! I'm surprised you wanted one so form-fit and bare-shouldered. You'll need your strapless bra when you wear it. What do you think will keep it up -- your figure hasn't really come in yet."

"Mmmmmm!" Nick replied, smiling to himself. "You're right. But it did look so lovely, Kelly. I just had to have it!"

"I suppose," Kelly assured him. "And your figure will come in sooner than you think." This afternoon, in fact, she added to herself.

It suddenly occurred to her that Nick could be playing the game so successfully that she couldn't tell, and she looked at him sharply. He was carefully selecting a shade of nail polish, one manicured hand delicately twisting little vials one after the other, the other held up at shoulder level and sympathetically twisting itself, palm up, registering indecision. Nicola didn't seem to notice what that hand was doing. She decided that Nicola couldn't tell either whether she was playing or not, so finally she smiled at him. He was getting much better at managing his purse, she saw as he paid for his new cosmetics.

Nick was surprised when his shopping spree with Kelly ended back at the Medical Arts building where Rachel had her office, and even more surprised when the elevator stopped at a different floor and they entered an office discreetly marked only with the name of the doctor, not with his specialty.

"Why are we here?" he asked her.

"A few adjustments so you'll feel more comfortable," was all Kelly replied. "Just wait. You'll see. You'll like them."

He was about to ask what kind of adjustments when the nurse called them into an examining room and asked him to strip to the waist. This was embarrassing, because Nick had to remove his water-filled condoms in her full view. Yet she seemed unconcerned, except to tell him "You won't need those any more" and to take them away when Nick tried to stow them on a little shelf along with his bra and blouse. "You won't need to remove your skirt, honey," she said. "This is a localized procedure. Ready?"

"Ready for what exactly?" Nick asked as he lay back and the nurse carefully pricked an IV into his veins. If she answered, Nick never heard her.

He awoke two hours later still lying on his back with a clamped sensation across his chest. He felt tightly bound up, as if he were wearing one of those long line bras he'd fitted and bought a few hours earlier to go with the little basic black dress Kelly'd wanted him to buy. "Every girl has one," she'd told him. "But it needs a good foundation. You'll need to be shaped just so when you wear it." He looked down and saw that he was once again wearing the full white blouse he'd worn for the afternoon's shopping, and that someone had refilled his condom balloons. They were much bigger.

"Can you sit up, baby?" Kelly asked him from a chair beside him.

"I think so," Nick said in a voice that was surprisingly higher pitched than previously. "What just happened?"

"Well, while you were out, they tightened your larynx just a little. Just enough to remove that male growl you sometimes make. It's a sweet sound,now."

"They did?" Nick was horrified to hear himself squeak on that last word.

"It's best if you don't talk right now," Kelly said. "That squeak will mellow out in a day or two, don't worry. Here, let me help you sit. You can swing your legs over the side of the operating table if you like."

As Nick sat erect, Kelly supporting his back for a moment, he felt a heavy pulling on his shoulders. His chest was gripped tight. Then as he moved his feet to the ground and stood tentatively, he felt a sharp tug or two on his skin under his water balloon filled bra. He mentioned them, hoping there was nothing wrong.

"Oh no, they're just stitches," Kelly said. "They'll dissolve in a few days, about when the bandages come off."

"Bandages? Why am I bandaged?"

"Honey, it's a surprise! Look at yourself. You now have the most marvelous pair of breasts a girl can have!"

Nick looked down at his chest. There were those bra bulges. What did Kelly mean?

"The doctor made them "C" cups to maintain proportion with your shoulders. But they'll get bigger -- when your hormones fill them in with your own breast tissue you'll end up at least a "D". That'll be quite a weight to look after, honey! You'll need full support bras! And there'll be no way to hide them behind oversized shirts and blouses if you ever want to go butch. Still, there are compensations. Your figure will be really stunning!" She smiled conspiratorially. "You'll love them, trust me! And you won't be the only one. I will too. And we won't be the only ones! No man anywhere has ever complained that a girl's breasts were too large!"

Breasts? My God! "No," Nick said weakly. That was wrong, it sounded as if he were agreeing with her. He didn't mean to. So he said it again, louder, protesting "No!"

It came out sounding like a delighted squeal. Kelly smiled her appreciation and then hushed him for the sake of his newly tightened vocal cords.

Led carefully back to their car, Nick could think of nothing to say anyhow. He felt dismal. He went home and allowed Kelly to undress him, and he lay down carefully on their bed. His new implants felt like two huge sore pillows strapped to his chest. "These breasts," he said finally. "Do they come out ever?"

"Yes, of course! In two days we'll remove the bandages and you'll see them for yourself. We'll have a coming out party. Your own supportive tissues will be growing into the implants by then, strong enough to hold them up for short stretches, at least while you shower. The rest will follow soon afterward. Oh, did you mean, do the implants come out like inserts? No, they're your breasts now, Nicola. They'll soon be all you! Be proud of them!"

Breasts, he was thinking. I have no functioning balls and now I've got breasts. She stays well ahead of me! How do I back away from this? That's one more thing I've got to think about.

Nick was still thinking about it as he fell asleep.

"You sweetie," Kelly murmured to herself as she saw his eyes close. "Now I've got you!" She considered how much nicer Nicola was to live with than Nick, and wondered what else she could do for her. Let her know right away how women feel about having breasts, that was certain! How women's breasts feel!

While Nick slept, she put his hair up, so he'd be at his prettiest when he awoke to view his new naked form. It was just as well -- he slept for nearly two days, woke to ask for water in the sweetest little girl voice, then slept another day. He awoke again when Kelly was returning exhausted from an afternoon of vigorous fucking with a young associate from her office. Curiosity overcame her, and since the waiting time was well over she began to unwrap Nick's chest to expose his breasts.

There they were, two high, proud, pink-tipped hillocks. His figure looked gorgeous. A woman's! Kelly kissed the tip of one nipple, then the other. The delicious erotic shock of her lips on those nipples brought Nick fully awake. When he opened his eyes, he saw those large swellings of flesh overflowing his chest and filling his field of vision. He had wondered fitfully in his sleep if he would wake up and find it was no dream. It wasn't. He had breasts.

My God, he thought, I have breasts! He looked at them. He certainly did have breasts. They were huge!

"You're a big girl now, Nicola!" Kelly told him when she saw he was staring down at them wide-eyed. "And that's a fact! Here, sit up, let me take down your hair and comb it out for you." She realized that he'd had no tranquilizers for days, and wondered how he'd behave. She decided to stay close.

Nick sat up carefully, lying back as Kelly heaped pillows up behind him. His hands moved to his new breasts. They drooped from his shoulders and his armpits, each in a graceful curve forming a soft, generous pouch. He lifted them gently and supported them, one in each hand. They were heavy.

"Yes, they're impressive, honey, I hope you're pleased! Your nipples are still a little small," she added as she saw Nick feeling for them between each thumb and forefinger. "But they'll grow bigger as the hormones Rachel injected take over. They'll be fine. Touch them. Don't they feel fine? Roll them between your fingers, yes, like that, it's good for them, and it's soothing I'm sure."

As his fingers grazed his jutting nipple tips he felt an erotic sensation so intense he had to hold his breath. Kelly noticed. Wonderful! she thought. My girlie loves her boobs! I knew she'd soon see the advantages!

Almost unaware of what he was doing, Nick began to caress both nipples. A yearning built slowly in his chest and of all places, in his crotch. He wasn't sure why -- it felt comforting at first, then pleasant, then delicious, then exquisite, and then glorious! His limp penis began to leak a clear fluid, and he closed his eyes. A few minutes later a voluptuousness flooded through him, and every muscle in his body went excruciatingly tense, then throbbed into relaxation. More liquid flowed from his penis. He gasped and breathed heavily. When he opened his eyes, there was Kelly looking at him from only a few feet away, amused and excited -- her face was flushed. She'd just watched her lover in the throes of his first female orgasm! With those sensitive nipples, she was thinking, maybe she won't need tranquilizers any more? Just touch her boobs and she'll follow you anywhere?

"I told you there were compensations!" she said. "And there are more coming! Lie back flat and close your eyes again. And open your mouth wide!"

She waited until Nick did that, then climbed onto his chest and mounted his head, facing him, staring tenderly down at the closed eyelids just under her snatch. Then she slowly sank her slit onto his nose until it was pressing deep against her clit. She came almost at once. Gouts of her afternoon lover's sticky cum slithered out of her pussy onto Nick's tongue, oozing into the back of his throat. Nick immediately recognized the flavor this time, and knew what was happening, but what could he do? He had to breathe, so he swallowed it, and began to pool more into his mouth for swallowing. Now she saw that his eyes were wide open, staring up desperately from under her mound, so she began wiping the whole length of her slit up and down his face. He gasped air as he could. Soon his whole face was slippery with her afternoon's collection of cum, and her crotch felt as if it were sliding on oil. It felt so very nice, so very nice! She orgasmed again.

With her eyes shut and her back to his new boobs, Kelly couldn't see that Nick had resumed caressing his breast-tips with his fingers, that his nipples were now pointed, erect, as tumescent as his prick had once been. In another moment he came again too. Not much liquid dribbled from his prick this time, hardly any, but no one was looking anyhow. He felt so good! It felt so good! He reached into Kelly's cunt with his tongue and licked her clit eagerly. More fresh sperm coated the inside her labia, but Nick now didn't care. He was pleased to feel her shudder and orgasm yet again, pressing her groin down onto his head and wriggling her cunt back and forth, lost in ecstasy, breathing out "Nicola, oh, Nicola, oh my darling Nicola" as if a mantra.

After months of diminishing pleasure from his penis, Nick had found as Kelly'd hoped that breasts were lovely things to play with, and that nipples could be a source of ecstasy. Despite himself he felt glad he had them, and now grateful, even affectionate toward the woman who had provided them. For the moment, resentment that she had deprived him of his manhood vanished. He reached around Kelly's thighs and pulled her crotch closer, then pushed his mouth up into her slot as deep as it would go and licked her strenuously.

Her eyes nearly hooded, Kelly smiled down at him, then moaned aloud as she began yet another orgasm. Now he's mine, she was thinking. She's mine, I mean.

And he was. Mornings and evenings Nick licked Kelly to orgasm while playing with his nipples until he too felt that delicious shuddering seize him, and when Kelly chose to nurse at him, as she did often, he was in heaven. When she went to her office for even a few hours Nick felt abandoned. She'd suggest he practice walking in heels on his own, or embellish his make-up, or try on one of the lovely lace full support bras she'd bought him to wear under his new tight sweaters and transparent silk blouses, call out "Back later," cheerily, and disappear.

Sometimes she went out to shop some more for him or for herself, and once it was to have her own hair done. But several times she'd come back with her face flushed and her body relaxed, and once when she returned she walked slowly and sat down carefully, as if her rear end hurt. He knew where she'd been, and felt saddened. When Kelly noticed, she'd feel sad for him. But her eyes would narrow slightly, and she'd hold out her hands and open her legs and no matter where she was she'd say "Kiss me, lover! Now!"

And Nick would drop to his knees and do just that. Sometimes he'd find himself smooching a soaked panty's crotch, and sometimes he'd find she wasn't wearing any panties at all, there was nothing to do but lick the moisture and suck out the fluids he found there. "Don't feel bad, baby," she'd murmur to him. "Feel good. Smile. Look what you can do!" Nick would try to feel good while he was snugged in between her thighs, his face in her crotch, but he could never smile while he was down there anyhow.

Yet he'd always smile spontaneously when she complimented him on the fit of a skirt or the way he'd pinned up his hair. And always when she initiated their bed-time lovemaking by kissing his breasts, then suckling them, that drove him delirious. But his forlorn expression whenever she left the house troubled her. More and more impatiently she awaited the moment of his 'bitching' as Rachel had called it, the upcoming Saturday night with Kevin when he'd get fucked by his own man, after which any residual jealousy he felt about her own activities would seem unfair. Then he'd understand for himself how a girl felt when she was fucked, why she wanted it. It was only a day or so away now. Should she prepare him? Ask him to cocksuck a dildo, or widen his ass with the narrow end of a baseball bat, or anything?

She talked it over with Rachel, who persuaded her to leave everything to Kevin. "Don't tip your hand, Kelly," Rachel told her. "It might spook him. Despite the way you're sharing your men with him, or anyhow the way you're sharing their cum, in his mind he's still making love only to you, remember, not to another man. He's still properly heterosexual. Don't worry, I'm giving Kevin precise instructions and Kevin knows how to carry them out. He knows he'd better! Let your ... ahh, girlfriend Nicola come over here expecting a sociable evening, three women and one man merely having dinner and chatting. Then we'll see what we see."

"Well, Nicola certainly will," said Kelly, grinning at the thought.

She knew what Kevin was like.

"I'll give you a special happy pill to help him accept what happens, and give him the second part of it when you get here. Kevin can be very attractive, but your Nicola might find his advances a bit threatening. Even though Kevin's a charmer -- once he gets inside you, he grows on you. You must know that."

Rachel paused. Kelly wasn't sure how to respond, so she just said, "Mmmmmm!" Her thoughts drifted to Kevin's virile appearance. Rachel's voice brought her back.

"There's no hiding it, he's all man. All this week I've tried to shame him by keeping him in mini skirts and bikinis, denying him sex of any kind but pumping him up with Viagra. But still he comes on macho. I kept him out in the sun for hours in a flimsy lace bra and hi-cut lace panties so the outlines and the lace patterns would be sunburnt into his skin, so he'd be embarrassed to strip down to the buff when he tries his next fling. But he wears those markings like military decorations. I honestly believe he doesn't care!"

"Very amusing, Rachel," Kelly said. She could believe it. "Oh, by the way, during the last few days Nicola's breasts have grown incredibly sensitive. She's practically addicted to playing with them. Maybe Kevin should know that."

"He'll enjoy hearing it. He's been none too happy about this little test of his devotion to me I'm putting him through. You say Nick looks quite the girl now? That'll help. Kevin's never happier than when he's seducing a good looking chick, and this time he'll be doing it not just with me knowing but at my insistence. Incidentally, if your Nicola can come across as shy and virginal, uncertain about himself, that'll help too. Try to undermine what's left of his self esteem as a man, and build up his self-esteem as a girl. "

"Hers, Rachel. Nicola isn't a man any more. I keep telling you!"

"Whatever. Tell him! See you in two days. Bye!"

That evening she began. Nick was lying on their bed in his short nightie, his flower-scented night-cream rubbed into his skin and his hair up, reading "Cosmo" on how to make a man happy, wishing he were that man. He'd finished his other required nightly bed-time reading, a recipe column in "Good Housekeeping." Then Kelly suddenly climbed on him and straddled his crotch, pressing hers against it. She felt hot and moist.

She began a slow, lascivious gyration. "I feel like a fuck tonight," she said. "Stick it into me, baby. I want that hot, stiff pole deep inside me."

Nick suddenly felt cheered. She's changed her mind? She wanted him as a man after all? Without a word he began to thrust back up at her, hoping that this time his cock would wake up and join in. Ten minutes later it was still flaccid, as Kelly knew it would be. "Nothing?" she asked. "How about putting it into my rear. You've always wanted to force that iron rod into me there! Other men have!"

"No good," Nick said. "It won't respond."

"You're not a man, are you?" she said, still rotating her hips and looking down on him. "Are you?"

"I guess not."

"You guess not? You don't know you're not?"

What was she up to? "I'm not a man," Nick replied.

"And?"

"I know it." Nick felt defeated.

"No. And you never were much of a man. I sometimes thought that prick of yours was no more than an elongated clit. It wasn't true, but that didn't matter now. "Did you know that the night before we were married, when you were at your bachelor party putting dollar bills into a strippers G-string, my girlfriends arranged a lineup of guys for me as a kind of farewell to serious fucking? So I'd have some real cocks to remember once I was stuck with only yours for life? I pulled a train with them. Boxcars! Twelve of them!"

Nick knew he'd always been adequate for her. She was exaggerating.

Mocking him. But maybe there was a tinge of truth to it anyhow? Maybe that was why she'd done such passionate yearning and grasping and moaning whenever they made love? Because he wasn't satisfying her, so she was always reaching for more? His crotch now felt shriveled under hers. She rotated her twat on floppy skin.

"You really are useless, aren't you. As a man." She waited.

"I guess so. I mean, yes, I am. Useless." He felt that way. It was exasperating, lunging up at her, unable to plug himself in! He felt so useless!

Then she reached for his breasts, each hand gently cupping each, a finger lightly touching and then lightly caressing each nipple.

"But you do make a wonderful girl. Pretty. Sweet. And it feels better being a girl too, doesn't it?"

She pinched each nipple gently, her freshly oiled fingers closing and opening on then like a baby's mouth. Then she leaned forward and began to suck on one. It protruded into her mouth, tumescent. She paused. "Doesn't it? Much?"

Nick was in heaven! "Yes!" he said breathlessly. "Oh, yes! Much better!" Now he could feel a stirring in his own groin! Not that he was any harder, but the feeling was deep and unmistakable.

"You feel like a woman right now, don't you! How does it feel?"

"Good," Nick gasped. "Marvelous!"

"No, I mean does it feel like a man or a woman?"

His prick felt nothing. But his nipples now felt like tall, proud miniature penises rising from the mounds on his chest. Glorious! Glorious! "Like a woman! I feel like a woman!" The deep feeling in his groin and his heart rose toward a crescendo.

"You're glad you're a woman now, aren't you? Tell me!"

And as he peaked and the tip of his penis lubricated clear fluid under Kelly's crotch, and his body tensed into ecstasy, and he cried out "Oh, yes, I'm so glad, I'm so glad, thank you, thank you Kelly! Ohh, ohhhh! Sweetheart!"

"Remember that," Kelly told him as the orgasm passed and she felt him relax. "Don't even dream that you're a man. You're a woman! And now it's time for you to give me my good night kiss, isn't it? No, you know! Woman to woman! Love me, Nicola! Love me!" She slid forward, and Nick rapturously pushed his face into her quim.

He actually did feel like a woman this time, lapping Kelly's clit and smothering it with kisses. He did it so gently, delicately! All of the fluids inside Kelly were Kelly's. So sweet! He sipped them from her with his pursed and puckered Raspberry-red lips, looking up into Kelly's serene, loving eyes.

As they fell asleep in each others' arms she murmured. "My sweet, dear Nicola. It does feel good to be a woman, doesn't it?"

"Yes," Nick said, half asleep. "Yes, it feels very good!"

"There's lots more coming, sweetheart! You'll see! I want you to know all the joys of being a woman! All of them! You'll thank me afterward, the way you thanked me just now. You'll see!"

"Yes," Nick said. He was too drowsy to wonder what she meant by it.

 

ix.

 

The next morning when Kelly was in her study on the phone talking to her office and Nick was sitting at Kelly's make-up table, now theirs, brushing his hair its hundred daily strokes, he noticed that there was a new framed photo of an unknown man next to her mirror. It was exactly where she'd once kept one of him until one of their fights, when she'd trashed it in a rage. He studied it as he pulled the brush through his hair until it shone and curved prettily to frame his jaw line. A large, handsome man wearing a windbreaker and an open-necked polo shirt, grinning out of the frame at Nick with a superb self-confidence, as if to say "I can take you anywhere! C'mon!" It was signed "Yours forever, Stan."

Nick's heart sank. So this was Stan. The well-hung Stan, whose cum he'd sucked out of Kelly's twat that day when his appearance had been altered into a woman's, his hair and his face feminized. His rival for Kelly's affections. No, he had no rival for her affections, she'd said so repeatedly. His rival for Kelly's body.

If this is the kind of man she's with now, I'm not his rival, he thought. I'm out of the running. I can only be a woman when I'm with Kelly now. This guy's her man. Him and a dozen others. Was she joking when she said she might ask me to suck his dick?

He glanced into the mirror. There was Nicola, looking neat and well-groomed, rather lovely with those large eyes. Maybe add a bit more mascara to my dyed lashes? he thought. He glanced back at Stan's photo. "C'mon, woman," the face told him. "Mascara, then suck my dick. You'll love it!"

He wondered what it would be like, sucking a man's dick. That man's. It seemed repellent. How did girls do that kind of thing? The same way he sucked Kelly, he supposed. He supposed that girls feel different about cocks. And who was he to talk? He'd swallowed several men's cum by now, and he no longer minded. What was the difference? He looked again at Stan's grin. "Aren't you glad you're a woman?" Stan asked him. "So you can imagine you're sucking my dick?"

Nick's impassioned answer to Kelly last night echoed in his head. Yes, he heard himself say. I'm glad I'm a woman. He felt so cozy, remembering how his breasts had turned to liquid joy as he'd gasped that out. But he was a man, still. Wasn't he?

"Well then?" Stan said to him, grinning. Nick had no answer. He finished stroking his lashes with his mascara wand, stood, and went downstairs.

Kelly got off the phone and came in for the coffee Nick was brewing. "Oh, don't you look nice," she said. "Something special happening today?"

"No, I need the practice. You told me to practice. Nothing more than that. Except, Kelly, why did you ...?"

Kelly knew exactly what he was going to ask.

"I knew you'd notice! Isn't he a hunk? That's Stan, you already know him, don't you!" She licked her lips and looked at him as if sharing the intimate memory. "Baby, I've got to go to the office for a few hours this morning. I'm so excited -- I'm being called to take charge of a case that's going to trial in California. Me and the man in that picture, Stan. Isn't he dreamy? Remember how he tastes? He'll be coming along as my associate counsel to help me do everything I can't do by myself. We'll be together the whole time! Three weeks at least, starting Monday. Jealous?"

"Kelly, I know I can't ...."

"Of course you can, Nicola. All you have to do is set your mind to do it. You can have men like Stan too any time you want them! You're an attractive woman, and it isn't that hard to seduce a man! You've got no reason to feel jealous just because I've got a good looking guy to fuck and you can't fuck a man the regular way! There are other ways."

Nick was off balance again.

"I tell you what, honey. There's no time like the present. You go into my study -- I've just lined the walls with pictures of the guys I've got on call right now -- no need to hide them now that you know all about them. Look them over. See if you can decide which of them might be your type -- the same way you were deciding which dresses and lingerie and skirts were 'you' when we went shopping. A girl has to learn to make her own choices. Think about what you'd like to do with each of them. Look at each face and imagine yourself kissing it. Imagine that face kissing you. Imagine giving each of them a hand job. Or a blow job. Can you do that, Nicola?"

Nick was silent. Kelly was feeling marvelous, gloating, as she continued.

"Imagine each one of them caressing your breasts, making you feel just marvelous, heavenly. And doing other things too to make you glad you're a woman."

Oh, God, Nick was thinking now. How can I ever look at any photograph of any man ever again? Or even look at a man? What is she doing to me?

"Now, the picture over my desk is Rachel's husband Kevin. We'll be having dinner with them tonight. Look him over! He's quite a man! A man's man! Pay special attention!" And with that Kelly was gone.

She was pleased, as she drove the Lexus to work. Nicola would be so busy fighting off Kelly's suggestions he'd be obsessed with them all day! By evening, sex with a man wouldn't seem strange at all. Rather, it would be like shopping for a brassiere and a blouse, scary the first time, but after a while only oddly pleasant. Maybe I will have her suck off my guys soon, she was thinking. I don't do blow jobs, they know that, but even so they're always asking for them. Nicola might love it after a few days of daydreaming about those guys. Who wouldn't?

When Nick finished his coffee, he walked into Kelly's study and examined each of the men on the wall in turn. These were his rivals. He tried to hate them. But each was grinning at him so personably! They each liked him! Without realizing it, his hands crept up to his nipples and began to stroke them. He grasped and lifted his heavy breasts through their brassiere, then touched their tips again through his blouse. He looked at Kevin, over Kelly's desk. A strong, rugged face with eyes that were playful yet calculating. A crooked smile. "Hi, beautiful!" Kevin said. Nick caressed his breasts some more.

The morning passed. When he stood up, he realized that his penis had dribbled so much cum that his panties were soaked. Since he was already dressed as if to go out, in a sweater and skirt and flats, he'd decided he'd go buy himself a packet of sanitary pads -- Kelly had advised him he'd need them sooner or later -- ultra-thin supers to tuck into his panties to blot up horny discharges before they could stain his skirts. He'd leaked and leaked while looking at pictures of Kelly's men, her stable of stallions, and from feeling himself up while imagining himself with each. What was wrong with him? A minute later his eyes were closed as his fingertips raced over his pointed nipples again. Now he was imagining what it might be like to be fucked by them, any of them! To feel their warm semen squirting deep inside himself. Maybe he should buy some tampons too? He wondered what it would feel like, inserting one into his bum. He'd try, just to see.

That evening as Nick came from his scented bath and began to dress for their dinner at Rachel's, Kelly noticed the sanitary napkin he'd tucked into his panties. "You went out today to get those?" she asked. "On your own? That's a first, isn't it? Was it fun? Where did you go?"

"Only to the drug store. I needed a few things."

"Well, tuck a few into your purse." She smiled to herself -- after tonight she'll need tampons, she was thinking. "Tuck in a few tampons too. Did you buy any?"

"Yes."

Kelly's eyes widened. But she said nothing. Another first! Then, "Anything happen? Did you enjoy being a girl in public?"

"Yes. People were very nice. Women looked at me and smiled, and men tried to be helpful. It was very pleasant."

"Good looking men?" Kelly wondered if Nicola's fantasying about those photos had had any effect.

"One was," Nick said. And he actually blushed! Well, really!

"That's just lovely," Kelly said, satisfied. That was quick!

Could it be the hormones now rushing around in her bloodstream?

"You know the Lexus is mine now, don't you. Our other deal is off. I don't think you'll have any problem being nice to my friends from now on. You're one of us."

The thought amused her, so she repeated it. "My mean-tempered husband is now one of us, one of the girls. Isn't that nice?"

She hooked a pair of chandelier earrings into her ear lobes, and then selected some rhinestone drops for Nick's ears. Then changed her mind and chose some buttons for Nick instead. Kevin looks like a man who'll grab a girl's ears who goes down on him, she was thinking. If he takes hold of Nicola's ears roughly while she's blowing him, and then he head fucks her, she could tear an ear lobe.

She saw that Nicola had selected her strapless burgundy cling dress for the evening, not the basic black. That'll really show off her boobs, she thought. She really does like them! I'm glad.

"Oh, I forgot, Rachel wanted me to be sure you take this pill an hour before coming over. It'll make sure you feel all right now that your hormones are fully kicked in. Not nauseous or anything."

"I haven't been nauseous at all since she put those needles and things into me," Nick replied. Nick was wary of Rachel's pills, with good reason. Kelly hadn't fed him any tranquilizers in days, trusting that his pleasure in his breasts would keep him peaceable. So far it had worked. But he guessed that this one was preliminary to something Rachel had waiting for him at her house.

"Well, whatever you get to eat tonight, you'll want to feel good about it, won't you? This'll help. Open up!"

She popped the teeny white pill into his mouth, and he walked off in his new heels to get a glass of water to help swallow it. He has nice legs, she thought idly, watching his hips undulate toward the bathroom. A happy pill, she called it? I wonder what it does?

It seemed to put Nick at peace with himself. As Kelly drove the Lexus toward Rachel's for dinner and Nick's deflowering, Nick just sat there clutching his purse in his lap with a small smile on his face. When she pulled into Rachel's driveway Nick looked at the low, treed-in ranch house and said, "How very nice. Where are we?"

"Rachel's place. She's invited us for drinks and dinner, remember?

She wants you to meet someone. Didn't I tell you, Nicola?"

"Maybe, I don't remember." Nick wondered what Rachel might have in mind. More pills? More shots? His clingy burgundy dress came down almost to his ankles, reminding him to swivel his rear and swing his legs out as he emerged from the car. It felt so coy somehow, that gesture, yet so ladylike! He settled the skirt back onto his figure unobtrusively as they came to Rachel's front door, with a cute little wriggle of the hips Kelly did not fail to notice. She probably doesn't even know she did that, Kelly thought to herself. As they waited for the door to open, she turned to him and said, "Are you the loveliest woman you can be?"

"Of course I am, Kelly." What was she up to?

"No, Nicola, say it and mean it!"

Nick conjured up the woman he'd seen in the mirror just before he left their house, an attractive blonde wearing the dark lipstick and the nail polish he'd bought her. He persuaded himself that he really was what she seemed to be. Because he was! I am that woman, he told himself. I made that reflection. Then Nicola told Kelly, "I'm the loveliest woman I can be. Really I am, Kelly!"

"Good," Kelly replied. She was impressed despite herself. Nicola had been utterly sincere. "Remember that while we're here. If you doubt it, pretend you believe it, and you'll believe it again soon enough. As long as you know you're a girl, you'll enjoy yourself tonight."

"That's nice." Nick wondered what Kelly was up to, but it sounded all right. Not worrisome.

When they rang the chimes, the door opened immediately. Rachel was standing there with Kevin just behind her. She took Kelly's hand and immediately led her away into the living room, leaving Kevin standing directly in front of Nick. "Hi," he said with the same easy crooked grin Nick had seen in the photograph over Kelly's desk. "I'm Kevin! You're Nicola, of course. I've heard a lot about you! You're much prettier than I thought you'd be!" He took Nick's hand in greeting and then didn't let it go.

In fact Nick was prettier than Kevin had expected. He'd assumed he'd be dealing with some overweight, large-faced man wearing drag and an inappropriately long wig, like those transvestites on the television talk shows. This girl -- this Nicola really did look like a girl -- wasn't petite, but she was sort of cute anyway! Face a little long, but her eyes were huge, doll-like, and staring straight at him. Maybe this wouldn't be the ultimate punishment he'd expected. It might even be Rachel's reward to him for wearing all those dumb girl clothes all week without protest. If he could keep thinking that this Nicola was a girl, this evening could be great!

His grin broadened. "Dynamite dress," he said, staring at Nick's bare shoulders and enlarged bosom. They were real, more or less? All hers? Rachel had told him he could fondle her anywhere, she wouldn't come apart. Unbelievable!

"Thank you, Kevin," Nick said. He was a little frightened. The man was as handsome as his picture and coming on strong, projecting a physical force Nick had never felt before. What was it Kelly had said, that I'm no match for her men, that I shouldn't even try? Give up thinking I'm up to it and settle back and be her girl?

Nick looked at Kevin. Or his girl? He imagined kissing his face, as he'd been doing all day with those photographs. That face kissing him.

And he didn't object when Kevin took him around the waist familiarly, as if they were already lovers, and led him into their living room to where Rachel was setting out drinks. Nor when Kevin, behind him again, grasped his bare shoulders gently as if presenting Nick to the two women. He felt breath and then lips, and bristles -- was this man actually kissing his neck? My God! A shiver went through him. Through the thin fabric of his dress, Nick felt the man's groin pressing against the cleft of his rear, and then felt a hard bulge. An erect cock? His eyes opened even wider. He didn't know what to do! What did women do when men do that to them? He stood there. Kevin pressed the bulge deeper between Nick's buttocks. Nick just stood there.

Rachel looked at the two of them amused, holding a tray of wine glasses already poured. "Nicola!" she said to Nick with a welcoming smile. "You've changed since I last saw you! You look wonderful! I love your dress! I see you've met my husband, isn't he marvelous? Do sit down and have a drink!"

She looked carefully at the tray for a moment, selected one glass set a bit apart from the others, held it to the light as if to make sure of something, then handed it to Nick. "Here," she said. "You'll like this. Basically a sherry, but with something added to give it more body."

At that moment Nick understood he'd been set up. Maybe because of that pill Kelly had given him earlier, he wasn't worried. Maybe it'd even be fun, like a birthday surprise. He saw that Rachel and Kelly were standing and watching him with interest, waiting. Kevin still held him gently by his bare shoulders. He took a sip. It was sweet, with a heavy sherry flavor, but something else too. Syrupy. Cherries? He took another sip. He weaved for a moment, and felt Kevin guide him into a soft chair. "Drink the rest, honey," he heard Kelly's voice tell him gently. His wife. He trusted her. So he did. He didn't remember putting the glass down. He found himself seated.

"Will she remember afterward?" Kelly asked Rachel.

"Oh yes, that's the whole point of it. Little moments at first, highlights, then almost all of it, but only tomorrow when the drug clears her system. Now she'll know only the present. She has no past and no future to worry about, and what happens in the present will be up to Kevin. She'll be responsive but unaware where things are going until afterward, when they've become memories. Then she'll know. Pleasant memories we hope, but more important they'll be irrevocable memories. Satisfactory?"

"Perfect," Kelly responded, looking affectionately at her lovely husband, who now sat with a blank though wide-eyed expression, looking at each of them in turn, listening to their talk without comprehending. The two women then picked up their purses. Kelly then looked at Kevin, now standing alongside Nick with a hand resting possessively on his shoulder. "Remember, be gentle with her," she said to him as she and Rachel headed toward the door.

"Don't worry," Kevin replied, looking at Nick's face carefully, wondering if those pretty, plump, perfectly made-up lips were smudge-proof. He had no problem believing she was a girl. "Have fun, you two!"

They paused and took one last look. Kelly had made reservations at Les Halles for herself and Rachel and, though Kevin didn't know it and Nick was beyond knowing, two of Kelly's most devoted men. That was how Kelly planned to take her mind off her husband's initiation into the joys of womanhood, his "bitching." When she next thought about it it would be done.

Rachel was double-dating with Kelly for a different reason. Though she was mostly faithful to Kevin, mostyly, she expected absolute fidelity from him but rarely got it. After his aborted attempt on her receptionist she'd tried to humiliate him by putting him in dresses, but had obviously failed. Now she was trying to mate him with a man. But from the way Kelly'd described her husband, she suspected that would be no ordeal for him at all. The man was ready to fuck anything in a skirt! So Rachel had already decided she needed an additional way to avenge herself, and Kelly's last minute offer of a date struck her as just right. She'd even the score with Kevin and at the same time enjoy herself.

"Take your time," she told Kevin. "No hurry. This Encounter Therapy Session we're attending will keep going until everyone feels illuminated or quits exhausted. So Kelly tells me. We'll be back some time tomorrow morning."

Kevin nodded, then bent to kiss Nick on the lips. It felt wonderful to Nick, who responded by wrapping his arms tight around Kevin's neck to pull him closer, and by opening his mouth. He was a woman! It felt like with Kelly in the early days, but this face kissing him had bristles. And the neck and shoulders were strong, muscular. Nick whimpered just a little. He felt so helpless, yet as Kevin pursed his lips on Nick's mouth and thrust his tongue inside, cherished. Nick closed his eyes and sucked on Kevin's tongue as if it were a nipple. Glorious!

Kelly watched from the half-open front door, her mouth a little ajar. "Do you have any more of that wine?" she asked Rachel, awed. "I might want to keep her that way for the rest of her life!"

"C'mon!" Rachel said. "They have their arrangements and we have ours."

As the door closed Kevin was still kissing Nick, but also tenderly caressing the tips of his abundant breasts through his dress's thin fabric, and Nick was moaning slowly.

"Would you like to suck on something else, honey?" he asked mildly.

"Other than my tongue? Something bigger and juicier?"

"Yes, I would," Nick replied, barely aware what Kevin meant. "But you'll have to show me how."

Kevin sighed. Rachel had stipulated that during the night he would have to suck Nick's cock at least once, if he wanted to earn her forgiveness. She'd assured him that it would be like sucking a length of linguine, that Nick'd prick would never again get erect, though it might ooze a little. "It won't be like a regular blow job," she assured him. "But I want to know even so that my strong, manly husband has given another man head. So I can tell you or anyone else any time in the future that my dear husband sucks cock, and you won't be able to contradict me. Once a cocksucker always a cocksucker, right? That's also why I want you to fuck him. So the word will get out to all the women who admire you that you poke it into other men. We'll see how they feel about you after that."

Kevin didn't care, now that he'd seen Nick. This Nick -- I mean Nicola -- is a hot piece of ass, he'd told himself. I can suck him. Any man can. Just pretend that it's an elongated clit. It probably is by now, whatever those women have done to it.

"Don't worry, honey," he told Nick. "I'll show you what to do.

I'll do it to you and you'll do it to me. You'll love it!"

Nick smiled. He felt reassured.

 

 

At daylight, Nick opened his eyes and found himself naked, cuddled against a hairy wall of a man, his cheek resting on the man's stomach, his hand closed around the man's long, limp cock as if it were his own. The man was still asleep, breathing regularly with a slight snoring exhale onto Nick's cock. They'd fallen asleep sucking each other yet again. It felt so cozy! Earlier that same man had sucked on his breasts, first one, then the other, kneading and stroking the nipple not in his mouth, while Nick writhed in delight, and in fact screamed aloud several times. That felt so good too! Then as if a light had winked on, Nick suddenly recalled a joyous moment when the man -- yes, his name was Kevin -- had said yes he would love to push his long fat prick back into Nick's back pussy yet again, a third time was it? But this time with Nick on his back and his legs high over Kevin's shoulders, not like last time doggy style. It had been wonderful, those exquisite, rich sensations pouring out from his rear, soaking through his entire body! Feeling himself filled full, fulfilled, over and over as Kevin pulled his magic wand out until that bulbous purple head almost left him, and then thrust it back deep into his awaiting emptiness, an accumulating sweetness, a sumptuous delight accompanied each push until finally Nick was overcome with joy and his whole body clamped tight, then melted away.

And he'd fainted? No, in a profoundly loving gratitude he'd crept down to lick and suck and make immaculate that spent cock that had brought him such pleasure yet again, and there he'd fallen asleep. And there was more! They'd each awakened several times. Images flashed across Nick's memory like a slide show. It had been a long, beautiful night. The best in Nick's whole life!

"Mmmmmm!" he murmured as these recollections swept over him. He pulled his head closer to the cock in his hand and kissed its tip. It grew in his hand, and he soon found himself again pulling his lips up and down on it, sucking, trying to move it far back, deep into his throat so he could put the whole of it inside him. He swallowed that cock and down it went, then up again with a breath, then down, and again and again until it thickened and Kevin pushed his groin against Nick's face and lurched repeatedly, and Kevin spewed jets of cloudy sperm directly into his mouth, and once again Nick tasted cum pure, unadulterated by Kelly's fluids. How many times this past night? Then Nick swallowed that long meat again as it squirted directly into his belly.

Nick pulled back as the last throbs subsided. He wanted more of Kevin's cum on his tongue, its flavor, its slick sweetness, before Kevin pulled out altogether. His throat felt well-coated and used, as raw and stretched as his -- he suddenly came aware -- still-leaking asshole. It was such a good feeling! He wanted more!

"My God, Nicola, don't you ever quit?" Kevin said from somewhere near Nick's crotch.

And with that, Kevin's cum still smeared on his lips, Nick remembered who he was and what had happened. All of it. Too late to do anything about it. The only thing he could do was remember.

And remembrance fell on him like a house. He had been a wanton slut, a rapacious, hungry whore, a girl eager to make her man happy, and he'd been that way all night. He'd done everything! And everything that could be done to a girl had been done to him!

But he wasn't a girl! He was Kelly's husband! The man who'd been delighted to infuriate Kelly, to try to crush her to his will, until she'd tired of fighting back and neutralized him, neutered him, made him the man who was destined to replace Janet, her lesbian lover, as her new lesbian lover. Now a girl who'd pleased Kevin? Why did he feel so deeply satisfied to be that girl? What had happened to him?

He looked up toward Kevin's face, and realized he didn't care. Kevin looked at him, twisted, did a quick push-up on the bed, and then sat up.

"Well, buddy," he said. "I see that stuff those women have been feeding you has worn off. You feeling like yourself again?"

"I don't know," Nick replied. "I don't know who I am."

"Well, sweetheart, let me tell you who you are, because our wives never will. You're Nick, a real sonofabitch who alienated just about everybody, who became Nick the castrated pussy whipped sex-slave to his wife, who has just spent the night as Nicola, a whore for me so we could both feel humiliated. You got it?"

"No," Nick said.

"Because we don't feel at all humiliated. We both just had a ball -- you are the best lay I have ever had, by far the most eager to make me feel good. So I do feel good! Terrific! And I know from all the moaning and squealing and grunting, those noises you've been making all night, the way you look right now, you're feeling pretty good too. Talk about 'the lineaments of gratified desire'? They're written all over the way you're sprawling there with that expression on your face. Am I wrong?"

Nick knew immediately that Kevin wasn't wrong. This was a man he could trust to tell it like it is. He liked him. He sat up straight and suddenly realized that his breasts were naked, drooping slightly. But full, tempting, he could tell by the way Kevin's eyes were drawn to them. He suppressed a silly impulse to cover them -- after last night they were as much Kevin's as his. Let Kevin be tempted! He suddenly realized that his hair was a mess. Oh, my God! With both hands he began fluffing it up and then smoothing it down in back.

"I guess we all want to please anyone who pleases us," Kevin said a bit smugly, watching him. "You're a real doll, Nick. I mean Nicola. I like you a lot! But look, we need breakfast. You haven't had anything to eat since yesterday, apart from nibbling on my meat half the night, and the only part you ever got to swallow was the gravy, though you sure seemed to love the flavor. And I'm hungry. After what they've done to your cock there wasn't much left for me to nibble. Your breasts are bigger than a lick and a promise, I've got to admit it, but they aren't really nourishing either. So take down one of Rachel's things from her closet over there and let's go rustle up some coffee or eggs or something."

As Nick slid off the bed to look for one of Rachel's wraparounds, Kevin suddenly reached an arm around him, drawing him close, cupping one of his breasts and then kissing him full on the lips. His heart leaped up and began to pound with delight! But why? This was perverted! This was a man! It came to Nick that was the very reason, because Kevin was a man and he was now a woman, and that Kevin cared for him, wanted him. He placed his palm on Kevin's cheek gratefully and kissed him back gently, full on the lips. "You sweetie!" he said. Kevin beamed. Nick kissed him more passionately, and they were again off and running.

"So why did you want to do this to yourself, honey?" Kevin asked him as they sat in a sunny breakfast nook just off the kitchen, sipping a second cup of coffee with their jam and muffins. "Not that I mind! In fact I didn't expect anything like you, not at all. I want to see more of you. Get to know you! Did you always want to be a woman? I've got to tell you, in some ways you're a better woman in bed right now than Rachel ever was, or even your wife for that matter."

"My wife? Kelly? What do you know about her?" Nick asked him, preening a little at the compliment, pleased to tease him. "You once made a pass at her, and she ignored it?"

Kevin looked at Nick, amused. "No, honey, she didn't, not exactly.

We know each other real well."

 

x.

 

Nick felt a pang of -- yes, it was real -- jealousy! But this time he was jealous of Kelly! Because she'd been intimate with this marvelous man before he'd been! "You mean you're one of her recent studs?" he said in a measured voice. "You're fucking her?"

"Heck no, I'm not recent. I fucked Kelly on and off for years, I guess. But not lately. Back when you two used to argue a lot, you remember those times? Pretty soon after you were married she started calling me, whenever she got so pissed at you that she had to stick it to you by asking me to stick it to her. Of course I'd oblige, your wife is a beautiful woman, and she's a bonfire when she gets going, but I guess you know that! We had an affair, I guess you'd say. Got together now and then, not too often, maybe only a few times a month. Sometimes a few times a week." Kevin smiled. "It went on for years. Others came and went, but I was her regular."

Nick was astonished. Kelly had always been unfaithful to him? Since their marriage? It wasn't true she'd taken up with other men only a few months ago, after he'd gone limp and she'd had to look for sex somewhere else?

"Until maybe six months ago, that is, I was her regular. Then Rachel found out. Was she ever furious? I mean livid! I have never seen any woman so clenched up by pure hate! Of course she made me break it off, so I did, by phone. Kelly was real miffed. I remember she told me, 'I've got other guys like you, Kevin, and I can get a lot more, so don't think I'll miss you for a minute!" I'd like to believe she missed me for a few minutes anyhow. But it was true, she'd always had other guys in tow. She kept a separate appointment book for scheduling me and the others."

Nick said nothing. He sat very still, warming his hands on his cup of hot coffee, listening.

"I guess we got found out just about the time you told your wife you wanted to be a woman, that you were a transsexual, so she got Rachel to set you up with pills . Then pretty soon you were no good to Kelly anyhow for the kind of hard fucking she likes."

Nick finally spoke. "Who told you that?"

"Rachel. She said from the way you always talked and behaved, the way you got people mad, it was obvious you wanted someone to tear your balls off, emasculate you and be done with it. That you were asking for it. I thought she was kidding, but she told me not long ago that it was happening, that you'd talked Kelly into getting you girl pills to eat, and were well on the way."

I'd better back up, Nick was thinking. "Let me understand you, Kevin. First of all, you and my wife fucked each other for years?"

Kevin remained relaxed, but began watching Nick a bit more closely. "That's right baby," he said. "Until Rachel found out. But that can't mean anything to you now, can it? If I thought it did I wouldn't have told you. I mean, look at us after last night! You're as good a woman as she is, honey! Better! I mean, my God, begging for more cock even when it's deep inside you and I'm giving you all I've got? And the way you swim all over a man when you're getting off? Nicola sweetheart, I have got to see more of you! And we can! This relationship has Rachel's full approval! And your wife's too. No sneaking around needed!"

Nick realized he was right, that Kelly fucking other men now meant nothing to him -- after his performance last night and his pleasure in it any resentment was absurd. But still, it was disheartening to hear that Kelly had always had other men, that she'd never been faithful to him, even in the years when they'd been grappling each other like crazed rabbits, long before he'd turned inadequate. Even worse, that she didn't turn to other men because his pills had rendered him impotent, as she'd explained to him. Maybe it was the other way around? She wanted him impotent so she could turn to other men with a plausible excuse?

"If Rachel was so mad at you when she found out," Nick asked Kevin quietly, "how come she wasn't also mad at Kelly? Kelly was the 'other woman' after all. How come they stayed friends?"

"Oh, that one's easy. She was mad all right! But Kelly never knew that Rachel knew about us, and Rachel wasn't about to tell her. Rachel cooked up a little plan of her own for getting even. 'Revenge is a dish best eaten cold,' she'd say -- it gave me the shivers! Kelly still doesn't know that Rachel knows about us, I bet. I never told her -- Rachel swore me to secrecy. And Rachel never told her, because that would spoil her revenge, she'd say."

"Revenge?"

"She'd say 'That bitch took my husband and used him for years, so I'm going to take hers away from her for life.' That was when she talked Kelly into letting you become the woman you always wanted to be. She did a terrific job, too! It's a good thing that's what you wanted someone to do to you anyhow!" Kevin grinned, the same crooked grin Nick had seen in his photo.

Nick's looked into Kevin's eyes and unaccountably, his heart melted What's happening to me? he asked himself. Is one night with a man who loves my breasts and fucks me deep, is one night enough to give me romantic feelings about him? Yes, he answered himself, I guess so. When he feels so good inside me and on me and he's so sweet and when I'm loaded with female hormones and when I've got no alternatives for any other kind of sex life, when it's get fucked or be fucked, yes, I feel affection for him! He's nice to me! And everyone else has been using me!

Despite the terrible tale Kevin was now telling him, Nick felt wonderful! Was this love?

"I never did understand how this was revenge, though," Kevin went on. "If Kelly's husband wanted to be a woman anyway. And oh, baby, are you ever! So I asked her how was this vengeance? She was depriving Kelly of her husband all right, but that wasn't hurting her, you wanted it and Kelly's always known that. In fact for from revenge, she was obliging Kelly by helping you with your medications and now with those terrific tits you've got. And Kelly didn't need your cock, she had lots of others, so she wasn't being deprived in that department either. Well, Rachel just grinned that demonic grin of hers and said, 'Don't you worry your head about that one, Kevin baby. Not your big head nor the other one, the little one that does all your thinking for you.'

Nick was now silent. Kevin poured him another cup, but he didn't touch it. He wrapped his arms tightly around himself and sat thinking.

He could see the shape of Rachel's revenge clearly enough. Her good friend Kelly came to her after one of their many enraged quarrels, and Kelly's good friend Rachel saw her opportunity. She talked Kelly in killing off Nick's belligerence by feeding him pills that would render him sterile, impotent, and eventually female. All supposedly by way of calming him down. All by way of helping Kelly come out ahead in the savage warfare that was their marriage. All by way of providing Kelly an excuse to consider all mankind a free-fuck zone and play the field openly instead of secretly. I bet Rachel even told her I could become another Janet, Nick said to himself. How could Kelly refuse an offer like that? If Kelly agreed, Rachel would have accomplished her revenge, she'd be taking Kelly's husband away from her for life. And Kelly agreed. It was a way for her to get back at me once and for all.

So Kelly wasn't ultimately responsible for this, Nick was thinking. She was unfaithful, true. We fought all the time, true. But what Kelly'd wanted was to settle into a sensible, quiet little marriage with me, laced with a little outside excitement from time to time. She didn't intend to castrate me and turn me into Janet, not at first. That was Rachel's vindictive idea, and Kelly bought it!

What a bitch this Rachel is! And I've been sleeping with her husband?

Yes, Nick immediately reconsidered more softly. I've been sleeping with her husband, and he's a doll, and a terrific lover, and he thinks I'm better than Kelly or his own wife! Better than both of them! That certainly evens things up a little.

Nick considered this situation further. Rachel set me up with Kevin, her husband, in order to take me away from Kelly altogether!

So I'd become such a complete woman that I'd be lost to Kelly

forever. I wasn't anything more than an instrument in this, a dupe. And

Kelly's a dupe too, in a way. She thinks Rachel has only been helpful, helping Kelly get rid of a rotten husband by turning him into a doting girlfriend. She has no idea how malicious Rachel's actually been. Kelly did borrow Rachel's husband now and then, true, but Rachel destroyed Kelly's altogether, for good! This was all Rachel's doing! It's Rachel who ruined me and our marriage. Out of spite!

Nick began fuming. He didn't even notice how worked up he was -- he'd been off tranquilizers for days. Kevin just sat quietly and watched his eyes narrow and his face twist. Now how can I get even with that bitch? Nick was muttering to himself through tight lips, just like in the old days, but this time with his hatred directed against Rachel, not Kelly. How can I fix her? How can I right this wrong that's been done to me, and to Kelly too, even though she doesn't even know it?

Nick felt all knotted up, seething! I've got to hit her where it hurts! he was thinking. And use what I've got, turn her scheming against her!

And it suddenly occurred to him, the kind of single blinding inspiration people get from time to time. By becoming everything Janet had been! But everything, a complete woman, pussy and all! Really become Janet! Then unlike Janet, enjoy sex with men, with any number of them! Kelly can't possibly complain about that, she does it herself! But above all have sex Kevin! Set up a long-term relationship with him! Alienate his affections from Rachel! That would be marvelous! Fuck him under Rachel's very nose, a few times every month, a few times a week, over and over! Rachel will think she's revenging herself some more against Kelly, what with Kelly's husband in bed with her former lover. And that she's getting even with Kevin for his infidelities, watching her husband carry on an affair with what's supposedly a man! But I'll know it's my revenge against both Rachel and Kelly too, in a way. And meanwhile Kevin and I will have a ball!

"Sweetheart," Nick asked Kevin, who had sat quietly watching Nicola's angry thoughts as they crossed her face. "Did you mean it when you said you want to see more of me? That you want us to have more nights like this one?"

"Last night isn't over yet, Nicola," he said. "This is only a snack break. I want to take you back to bed right now. Has that dear little asshole recovered enough yet? I know I must hurt, I'm pretty big, and I could see last night that you've never had anything like that pushed into there before. Or anything else at all! Though you sure have had now. Quite a few times."

"Yes," Nick replied, smiling to himself. "Quite a few times."

And instinctively Nick got up and sat himself down in Kevin's lap. He ran a finger up and down Kevin's nose and outlined his lips with it. Then kissed him lightly. Then spoke carefully. "Kevin, would you like me more if I were more of a woman?"

"Honey, I've already told you, you're one of the mostest women I've ever known."

"No, I mean really. If I had a vagina you could use to please yourself as well as my rear?"

Kevin was silent. Then he asked, earnestly, "Honey Doll, of course, I'd love it." He paused as if imagining what he'd do with Nick if Nick were fully equipped, then he repeated "I'd love it. If you had one of those things we could go on for days and weeks! But baby, think about it. Would you love it? Is that what you want? Rachel told me your wife wants you to lack a little something so you'll stay close to her, so you won't become a loose woman. Because with a pussy you might take up with other men, all kinds, the way she does, and maybe not treat her like the only person in your life, the way she wants you."

"I want one. A real pussy. Think about it. How I'd feel to you if I had one. It would be even better for me, because I'd have feeling there, the same feeling my penis still has but can't use now because it never gets stiff. If I had my prick turned inside out into a pussy you could hard fuck me to your heart's content and mine too!" Nick paused. "Yes, that's what I want!"

And a little voice inside Nick added, And that'll fix Rachel!

I'll take her man away from her altogether! I bet I can take men

away from Kelly too! Because Kelly doesn't go down on anyone, not

on men nor on women, but I do! I do now! And Kevin says I'm real

good at it! So men are bound to prefer me to Kelly, given a

choice! That'd teach both of them!

For the first time in months, Nick was feeling like the old Nick.

Kelly wanted me to be what Janet was, a dildo lesbian who teases men maybe but is dedicated only to her pussy. Well, I can be dedicated to Kelly's pussy, no problem there. But with one of my own I'd also be free to roam anywhere. With one of my own I could get her to use a dildo on me the way she used one on Janet, I wouldn't mind that at all, and then I could do the same to her! Yes! Fuck her after all! Despite everything! Dammit, with a pussy I can come out on top in every way!

Nick's face took on a grimly satisfied expression. To come out ahead of Kelly even now, to snatch victory from hopeless defeat! That was something!

"I'll do it," he said. "Right away. Where's your phone?" He'd call that woman who'd fixed him up with his breasts. If she didn't do the other operation, she'd know who did. She already had the permission papers he'd signed in Rachel's office. And Rachel has already set her up to push me as far as she can, he was thinking, the same way she pushed Kelly to wipe me out as a man.

"On the wall," Kevin said. He was quiet. He'd just seen Nicola reach an important decision, and he didn't fully understand it.

"You know," Nick said as he stood up and reached for the phone.

"This will put me out of action for a while. For maybe a month.

Maybe more. Will you wait for me?"

"No problem, Nicola," Kevin said solemnly. "It wouldn't be more than a couple of weeks before we could go again the way we've been going, through your back door and your mouth. Then when your new bonus hole heals I'd be honored to be the first man to dedicate it to its fit and proper purposes."

Yes, Nick was thinking as he looked up the phone number. And Kelly doesn't even need to know! She's going to California for a few weeks, maybe longer. By the time she gets back I'll be healed! I'll be my own man again! My own girl this time, I guess I mean.

He thought more about it. Yes!

When the receptionist connected Nick, the doctor didn't seem surprised. "I thought you might want to finish, Nicola," she said. "Most girls do, once they've begun." Fortunately, there was an opening Tuesday morning, an unexpected cancellation. Nick would sign in at Mercy Hospital on Monday afternoon, and that would be the end of Nick. Nicola would go home three days later and gradually resume her normal activities. "That should include sexual intercourse," she said. "It'll be good for you, better than using a stent to keep your neo-vagina open. You can begin that kind of activity as soon as you feel like it."

"Perfect," Nick told her, and hung up. "Well," he said, turning to Kevin. "All arranged. Now let's see, didn't you say that it's still last night?"

Kevin grinned. The same grin that had encouraged Nick to daydream about his picture on the wall over Kelly's desk, a heart wrenching, beautiful grin! And Kevin stood and took Nick's hand, but it was Nick who led Kevin back into the bedroom.

 

 

Kelly and Rachel were driving back to Rachel's house after a long night of writhing and fucking and plastering themselves to their men. They were exhausted, and neither had bothered to fix her hair, not even to shower before leaving their hotel room. If Nicola's too tired to lick me out the usual way, Kelly was thinking, then I'll borrow one of her tampons until we get home. I told her to bring some. I was sure she'd want to keep Kevin's cum inside her for a day or two as a souvenir."

It had been a more arduous and satisfying encounter than they'd either of them anticipated. Each of their guys had brought a friend, and that had set up a competition among the four men to see which of them could satisfy the two ladies most spectacularly. It was a draw, Kelly and Rachel told them, and they'd arranged for a return match next month when Kelly and Stan would be back in town from their California litigation.

Rachel's cell phone rang, and she took the call. Eventually she put the phone down and looked at Kelly. Kelly took her eyes off the road for a moment and glanced at Rachel. There was triumph in Rachel's eyes.

"It worked!" she guessed.

"Yes! Perfectly! Kevin says that Nick got the idea himself and made the call himself, Kevin didn't need to pressure him, not even suggest it. He goes in in two days from now, and he'll use the appointment we set up for him just in case. When you and Stan get back from California your girlfriend will be healed and fully functioning, and your husband will be altogether a bad memory.

"I've got to say, Rachel, I've had a lot of uncertainty about this. I mean, he's been a shit, and probably he deserves it. But all I ever really wanted was for him to become more docile, to be my new Janet. Your advice has worked well, but Nick's about to launch into a somewhat different life than I'd wanted for him. I mean, Nicola! I may lose her."

You may, Rachel was thinking. I hope you do. Just as I might have lost Kevin, every woman's perfect man, and doesn't he know it! But I've had an advantage. I knew I could control Kevin the way I always have done, when he gets too independent. But you're losing control over your Nick, so finally we're even.

"If you do lose him, so what?" Rachel said. "There are always other men. Like the four we just left. My God, that Scott, was that his name? Did you ever see a dick like that before, even in a porn movie? He'd have won the contest easily if he hadn't let his mind go drifting into ways to satisfy himself instead of concentrating on satisfying us."

"That's why I'm worried! I didn't want Nicola thinking about her own satisfactions! I wanted her thinking about mine! That's what I've earned after putting up with his crap all those years! With a new pussy, Nicola will always be thinking about how to get it filled up, the same way I do!"

"Too late for that," Rachel reminded her. "Kevin's seen to it. He's already turned your Nick into a cock-hungry slut. It's all over but the operation itself."

And all by taking him off his tranquilizers for a few days, Rachel thought to herself. So the old Nick could re-emerge despite the loss of his balls, and scheme to get even with Kelly and with Rachel and with anyone else who seemed to have gotten the better of him. Now the old Nick has figured out a way to get a piece of his own back by giving up a piece of his own that's now useless anyhow. The old Nick fell for it, right on schedule.

"Don't sympathize," she added to Kelly. "He's cutting off his cock to spite your face!" And no doubt mine too, she added to herself, if Kevin did tell him the story exactly as I laid it out to him.

She mused on this. "You know, Kevin did a good job," she said. "He told Nick how I was furious with you for sleeping with Kevin and how I wanted to revenge myself on you by taking away your husband, and all that, and that you didn't even know. And I guess Nick bought it, even though it should have been obvious you had plenty of your own reasons to do this to him. As we figured, it gave him extra push, a little extra incentive to use a new cunt to take my husband away from me. That poor bastard can't stand for anyone to get the better of him. Probably he's feeling chivalrous right now too, protecting his wife from me because I knew you'd'd screwed Kevin."

"Rachel, you did take Nick away from me after all! I agree it's all to the good, no complaints. But you've taken Nicola away from me too now, at least a Nicola devoted to me only. And that I never wanted. With a vagina she's going to want men. She won't be living for me alone any more."

"Honey, it was going to happen. No girl lives altogether for another girl. Even your Janet deserted you to for those Indians in the desert, or wherever she went. And don't underestimate Kevin's part in all this! Kevin knows how to turn any girl's thoughts toward how to please him. He certainly did a job on Nicola! I'll bet Nicola is squirming all over him this very minute, hoping to make Kevin want to stay with her forever. He has that effect on women. You know that!"

True enough, Kelly thought. She knew that. She'd had some magnificent times with Kevin. But she said nothing. She just drove.

"But you know," Rachel continued. "I've been wondering. Look how easy this has been, turning Nick gay. Maybe he's always been queer, you know? Maybe he's always felt attracted to men. I know, it sounds wild. But if he couldn't admit it even to himself, that could be why he was always fighting against his attraction to you, fighting you instead of just enjoying you. You'd sense it and resent it, naturally, and fight back! And that was your marriage. But now? There he is dressed like a girl, so he thinks he has an excuse, and one man tickles his nipples just once, and what happens? He melts into a puddle and decides to give up his cock and balls and all, just so that one man can cop another feel and stick it into him some more, but this time where it really matters. Maybe Nick's been a faggot the whole time, and we've just helped him realize himself!"

Rachel saw that Kelly was quiet. It was a farfetched theory, amusing, but it sounded credible. Maybe it was credible? Kelly in fact was thinking that it could be, but she was thinking also that it no longer mattered.

"So now Nick is trading his pole for a hole. Deserting his kind altogether, and joining the other side. You know, Kevin does deserve some kind of reward for this, for turning Nick's head far beyond the call. How about it? Would you like to sleep with Kevin a few more times, like in the old days, but this time with my complete permission?" Rachel liked that idea, manipulating both of them into servicing Kevin's cock. Maybe on alternate nights?

Kelly made a prim mouth. "I think Kevin's being adequately rewarded even as we speak. He's now got carte blanche to have any kind of sex he wants with my Nicola with both of us consenting. I wouldn't mind another fling with Kevin, except that now I've got all the men I want, any time I want them, with my own husband consenting. You've got that too now, don't you?"

"Not exactly," Rachel said. "I could never get Kevin to do what yours has done, quit being a man. So I just have to accept him as he is. He screws anyone he wants, and I punish him for it, and then I screw anyone I want, and he's so trusting he doesn't ever know it. But all things considered, it has worked out pretty well for us! I remember when I first caught you and Kevin together, five or six months ago was it? Luckily, we didn't lose our tempers. You took me aside and reminded me how you'd caught me and Jeff together at the Country Club -- the golf pro Jeff it was that time, I remember. So we each had the goods on the other, and we had that good long talk, and we realized that there are better ways to get laid without our husbands finding out and objecting. So we hatched this plot."

"Mmmmmm!" Kelly said, maneuvering a tight corner near Rachel's house. They were almost home. "I remember."

"Your husband was the special problem. He'd have killed you if he ever found out how many men you've been screwing during your trips out of town, or during his trips out of town, or any other odd times too. And sooner or later he would have found out -- I mean, you've been everywhere with those guys, Kelly! Really! He'd have wrecked the whole city in a crazed rage if we hadn't dried out his balls first, and I'm not exaggerating. Can you imagine what he'd have done? But now, no problem. Even as we speak, Kevin is buried in Nick's ass and Nick is in heaven, dreaming of screwing more and more Kevins when he gets his pussy installed, two or three Kevins at a time maybe pushing themselves in and out of him all day long. And in that way screwing me. Maybe you too."

"Mmmmmm," Kelly replied. "But I did have to give up my exclusive claim on my new Janet. So I lost out a little. I suppose now Nicola will need an appointment book like mine so she can keep her own dates straight, so she'll know when she's expected to lick semen out of me and when she's free to go looking for it on her own."

"There's no keeping Nick's dates straight any more, Kelly! There's nothing straight about him. I told Kevin to make him glad he's a girl, and Kevin did just that, though with a little pharmaceutical assist I have to add. We've all gotten what we wanted. You traded in a pugnacious bastard for a loving pussy licker, and now you can sleep with anyone anywhere openly. I got my revenge -- I took Nick away from you the way I said I would. But to make up for it and stay friends, I gave you Nicola in return, a much nicer person to live with, even though you'll have to share her. I punished Kevin by putting him into women's clothes, and when he couldn't care less I put him into a gay relationship with a man, though he couldn't care less about that either by now. Nick's had to make the most difficult adjustments I suppose, but he was an impossible man, no one will miss him, and I'm pretty sure that now he's glad he's a girl. Kevin makes all his partners glad they're girls. It's his charm and his devoted attention to a girl's deepest desires, and also that cock of his that won't quit."

"I do hope Nicola's glad," Kelly said. "All in all, I am."

"You're glad he's a girl? That you're a girl? That he's glad he's a girl? That it all worked out so well? All of the above?"

Kelly considered the options. "Mmmmmm," she said, thinking them over. Then as she pulled into Rachel's driveway, her cunt beginning to leak through her panties but her dearest girlfriend Nicola now close at hand to tend to it, she answered, "All of the above!"

END

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