The Unofficial Biography Of Kimmay

Prequel: The Nature Of Love

by G L Hudson

 

CHAPTER 10

Excerpts from Cynthia L. May's diary.

I was very concerned about Matt. The entire trip home, he continued to work himself into an angrier mood. I was afraid it would make him sick or cause a stroke. He was livid. He wanted to kill. I was also afraid of what it might do to Melissa the girl. Would she decide to reject the path that she was walking down? Would she want to go back to Matt and try and become macho? It didn't take long to get an answer.

As soon as we reached home, Melissa went to the bathroom and completed her normal routine. She put on her red negligee without panties and asked me to come to bed and comfort her. To hold her and let her cry until it was all out. "I promise," she said, "after tonight, this is through. I will never forgive those people. But I vow it will not change my life. No matter how much they tried to humiliate and demean me, I grew stronger. I know what I want and it is all here. Melissa will grow and flourish and be happy. But tonight, please hold me."

She was true to her word. The next day she returned to her routine. She never failed to apply her hormones and she dressed as I had asked. She studied the voice tape that I had given her, and she practiced her speech. She tried to feminize her voice, her speaking patterns and her mannerisms. We fell into a comfortable pattern for the rest of the winter. Matt wore nothing but Melissa's female undergarments full time. On weekends, Melissa dressed only in skirts and dresses. She spent the weekend with her nails polished, full makeup and her hair loose and curly.

Saturdays became our favorite day. We had an appointment at the beauty shop every Saturday morning. We settled into a five week routine. The first Saturday we both had our hair styled. I had a wash and set, and Melissa had her color touched up and her neck trimmed and shaved clean. The next Saturday we both had our legs waxed. The third weekend was facials or glycolic peels to beautify our complexions. The fourth weekend was back to our hair. We both had wash and sets. And the fifth weekend we had our nails done. We had both a pedicure and a manicure. The following weekend we started the routine again.

Saturday night was date night. We would go out for dinner and dancing. That was the one place where I did notice a difference in Melissa. She was more subdued when out dancing. Without a doubt, we went dancing to be noticed by the boys. We were trolling and teasing. We dressed for the evening and looked forward to it. Even so, Melissa was more subdued than she was before the Key West incident. With her voice lessons and new hair color and style, she was much prettier than before. But she was more careful and less carefree. Valerie would have been disappointed.

The middle of February brought us to a crossroads. Reality had to finally be acknowledged. One night as we prepared for bed, Melissa said that her breasts and nipples were sore. They had been bothering her for about two weeks. She kept hoping it would just go away but it didn't. She was worried.

After we changed into our negligees and poured a glass of wine for both of us, I led her to the living room couch. We sat and looked at each other. She was waiting for me to begin. "Melissa, this is difficult for me. I have to confess to something that I am not proud of. Please forgive me if you can." I thought that with that start she would have shown more concern. She remained calm and quiet.

"I guess the only way to say this is straight forward. Melissa, I have been giving you female hormones." I waited for the news to cause some reaction or comment. She said nothing. She simply looked at me. "The pain you feel in your breasts is normal for a girl going through puberty. There is no cancer or anything like that to worry about. Your breasts are beginning to grow. They haven't grown much yet, but if you choose to continue with the hormones they will continue to grow. The process will be slow. It takes a couple of years for a girl to go through puberty."

I took a breath and again waited for her to say something, but she remained quiet. "If you do decide to continue, there will be side effects that you have to know about. You will lose your ability to function as a man. You will become sterile and will not be able to have children. It will become more difficult and eventually impossible to achieve orgasm. You will still be able to have erections and intercourse, but nothing will happen." I again stopped and waited.

"I know," she said. She didn't seem happy, but she wasn't sad either.

I was surprised but not shocked. "You know? How? How long?"

She took a sip of wine and thought for a long moment. "I thought I knew. I suspected. And even though I suspected, I never wanted to question you about it. Deep inside me, when you started the hormones, I knew that I wanted you to do it. I knew that I wanted to do it. I guess I didn't want to face it and have to take responsibility for my own actions. It was easier to allow you to start it and I could rationalize however I felt at the time, and allow it to continue. Thank you. I'm glad you took the initiative. I wouldn't have been able to take that first step by myself."

"But how did you know, and when?"

"When we went to have our blood tested. The doctor was an endocrinologist, not the normal general practitioner. And he asked me if I wanted to take hormones."

"He did? Why?"

"Probably because you led him to believe that I wanted to. He explained all about them. He told me the normal course that is taken, what they do, how they do it and how long it takes them to begin acting. I have known the consequences from the start. Right after the doctor's visit, you asked me to start using your special moisturizers and hair growth retarders. With your access to drugs, I thought there was a good chance that you might be adding hormones to them. I hoped you were. I have used them in large doses every day and night since you gave them to me."

I looked into her eyes and saw the truth. It should have been obvious all along. It had been obvious to Valerie from the very start. I had hoped, but I wanted this so badly I couldn't afford to let my emotions believe. "You can stop now if you want. You can go almost all the way back to the way you were, if you want."

"No Cynthia, I don't want to go back. This is the best thing that has ever happened to me. I couldn't function or succeed as Matt. He was too small and weak for a man's world. There is no doubt about that in my mind now. But Melissa can succeed. She can manipulate and control those men and accomplish whatever she wants." She paused for a moment. "It's not just that I think I have a better future and chance at succeeding in this world. It's also because I really like this. I like you. I like this journey and I like having you as a guide. I hope that you will continue to lead me on my voyage."

"Oh, Melissa. Sweetheart. It would be my pleasure to walk arm in arm with you. I hope you know that."

"I do," she said. "But there is something I have to ask you now. I need to know why. I need to know what you want from me. What do you want from me in the future? Do you want me to go all the way and have SRS, sexual reassignment surgery? Do you want to totally feminize me, or is there something that you want to keep? But most of all, why? Why me?"

It was my turn. "Why? For a couple of reasons. Mostly because I'm selfish. I like being a girl. I like all of the things about being a girl. Well except for one monthly item. But I like the soft side of life. I like soft clothes. I like perfume and fragrances. I love being pampered at the beauty salon. I love long, curly hair, soft skin and sensitive breasts and nipples. I hate scratchy beards, and hairy, smelly men, with hands covered with calluses. I hate sports and high fives and beer guzzling. I wanted a man that liked the same things as me. I wanted a man who could love the softer side of life the way I love it."

"For that reason, I am selfish. But I truly loved being a girl. I loved it so much that I wanted to share it. I wanted to share it with a man who could appreciate it and embrace it. I felt that I would be doing the right man a huge favor. By convincing him to embrace femininity, he would be able to enjoy all of the things that I thought made life so wonderful. I honestly thought, or at least I had convinced myself, that I would be doing the right man a huge favor.

"I have to admit, this has been my fantasy since I was a little girl. I have always wanted to grow up and marry a beautiful, feminine man. We would both wear gorgeous wedding dresses on our wedding day. We would have beautiful hairstyles and be surrounded by beautiful maids of honor. It was my fairytale.

"Do I sound crazy? Immature? Deranged?" I smiled, hoping for her understanding.

"I understand. But you haven't told me everything I need to know. Why me?"

"I originally chose you because of your looks. I thought you were pretty. I also chose you because of your size. This whole idea wouldn't be able to succeed if my man couldn't successfully pass as a woman. I'm sorry, I don't mean to say that you looked like a girl or anything. I simply saw potential in you."

"You don't have to apologize, I know what I am and what I was. I knew my place. My father had made that clear many years before we met. But now, what do you want from me? Do you want a man, or at least what I am now, or do you want a woman?"

"I want a man! Just because I wanted a feminine man doesn't mean I don't want a man. This is so difficult. Pronouns don't work right for this. Our culture has conditioned us to make this so difficult. The last, great taboo; changing one's sex. But I don't want you to change your sex. I want you to look like a beautiful woman, to act and live like a beautiful woman, but in bed I want you to have the ability to please me like a man. And I want to please you."

"But you know that isn't possible. Don't you."

"Well," I was stuck. I couldn't have my cake and eat it too. I knew it, and Melissa knew it. "I know. I wanted to believe that we could work around it. That you could still have erections. We could use Viagra if we had to. We could still have oral sex, and with Viagra you would still be able to bring me to orgasm. But," and I had to hang my head, "as I said, I was selfish. You won't be able to enjoy your birthright. You are the one who has to make all of the sacrifices. I thought that I could give you a beautiful, soft and luxurious side to life, and … and in exchange you could make these sacrifices. I knew it was wrong. I am so sorry." I could feel the hot tears forming in my eyes. After all of the dreaming and scheming, I now needed to face the consequences of my actions.

Melissa didn't say anything. She sat there and watched the tears roll down my cheeks. I didn't sob. I sat there quietly and let the tears roll down my cheeks to my lips, where I could taste their salt.

She took a deep breath and sighed. She reached over and used her fingers to wipe the tears from my cheeks. "Thank you for being honest. We can both be honest. I love what you are doing for me. I love the idea of becoming Melissa. But I have to admit; I am scared silly about losing what I have now. I don't want to be celibate for the rest of my life."

"I promise you, you won't be celibate. I won't let you." I said.

"But I am going to lose something that can't be replaced. Something that I want very badly. I want to go forward and become the most beautiful and convincing woman that I can become. And I will enjoy life's pleasures to the fullest, and to the best of my ability. I have made my decision and tomorrow I want you to help me begin that life. But starting tonight, I ask that you help me enjoy what I have now. It will be gone soon enough, and I want to take advantage of every opportunity I have left to me. Can you promise to do that? For me?"

"Absolutely," and I grabbed her around the neck and kissed her so hard my lips went numb. "We should start right now," I said, and I took her hand and led her to the bed.

The next day we made an appointment for Melissa with the doctor. Melissa would tell the doctor what hormones she had been using, and how long. She would tell the doctor that she had ordered the drugs over the Internet. If she had told the truth, I would have lost my job.

Two weeks later, the doctor began Melissa on transdermal patches containing estradiol. The estradiol provided the estrogen that Melissa needed, in a form that minimized thrombosis, the biggest side effect caused by estrogen. She started on oral doses of progestagens for improved breast development and an antiandrogen called cyproterone acetate to reduce effects from her own testosterone.

For the rest of the winter, I did my best to honor my promise to Melissa. She deserved it.

CHAPTER 11

Excerpts from Cynthia L. May's diary.

By spring we knew that Melissa would not be returning to school. She was unable to find any scholarships. We often wondered if her encounter with the TSA might have been relayed to other government agencies. She was thinking about taking a job as an apprentice to a photographer. I had other thoughts. I wanted Melissa to eventually become a beautician and own her own shop. I began canvassing the local cosmetology schools and collecting brochures. I did not tell Melissa my plans.

In the meantime, she was slowly working her way through puberty. Her nipples had swollen and were a constant complaint. They were very sore and sensitive. I bought Melissa a soft, slightly padded bra to wear full time. Her underwire bra went into her drawer temporarily. She continued with her diet and had reached a low of 109 pounds. Her waist had dropped to 26 inches and with her corset she could easily reach 23 inches. While her waist had thinned down, her hips had picked up a full inch. Her buttocks were much fuller. Her hips were now a full 34 inches. Her figure was truly wonderful to look at. To complete her figure she could still use her breast forms on our night out, but she was starting to wear a padded Wonderbra also.

In March she began electrolysis. She didn't have much facial hair to begin with, but she had to shave even that little amount off twice a day. I insisted on her shaving before coming to bed, and she insisted on shaving before putting on makeup. The electrolysis was painful and expensive. She went through a one-hour session three times a week. But by the middle of May she was finished.

Her hair had grown over the winter and almost reached her shoulders. Her permanent was starting to show its age, but with a few curlers and an over night set, she looked great. I loved her in curlers. To me, there is nothing sexier than a beautiful girl in curlers. I know it's a bit strange, but the symmetry of the rollers, their look and smell just scream femininity. I always made an extra effort to fulfill my promise when she came to bed with a head full of hair curlers, and the smell of setting gel.

She practiced her voice lessons every day, and sounded much more passable in every day conversations. She was very comfortable in all types of clothing and shoes. Her walk was very feminine, without the forced hip sway that she originally used. While not perfect, her hands and facial gestures were becoming much more passable also.

Using my sales position for a pharmaceutical company, I collected the best drugs available for our faces and complexions. Retin A rich drugs for firm, wrinkle free skin were used by both Melissa and myself. Our skin didn't need them yet, but I was thinking forward to when our skin would begin aging. I wanted both of us to remain as youthful and beautiful as possible.

Our winter routine remained in effect. We worked on a five week schedule with the beauty salon. Friday nights we stayed in to save money. Friday nights were often used for photography. We both had embraced it as a fun hobby and an adjunct to Melissa's journey. We had a large scrapbook with pictures of Melissa as she continued her development. Melissa continued to take nude photographs of me, and we started to do the same with Melissa. It was fun to compare her current figure with the very first pictures that I had taken of Matt with his shirt off. Melissa was developing into a beautiful girl. Her breasts were still small, but you could see the growth in her areolas. Her hair was very feminine. With her thin waist, her figure was magnificent. She looked very much like a young teenage girl in our pictures. The big difference was in pictures that showed her genitals. Those pictures were interesting. The smaller her genitals appeared, the more feminine they seemed. She appeared as feminine in pictures showing her genitals, as in pictures where we hid them. We both enjoyed the pictures. So did Valerie. She was always clamoring for more pictures, and especially nude pictures of Melissa. I made her promise that those pictures never went any farther than her house.

Saturday nights we usually went out to movies or dancing. Sundays were cleaning days. Melissa had taken over all of the laundry duties and some other cleaning needs around the house. As the year wore on, and as Melissa realized that she wasn't continuing school, we found more time for ourselves. It was a happy winter and spring.

I continued my search for a cosmetology school. I settled on The Helen School of Beauty. It was a very professional course and would put Melissa in place to take her state board examinations. The course ran for a total of 1500 hours, or 42 weeks. Class was 9:00 A.M. to 5:00 P.M. Monday through Saturday. It consisted of three parts, concentrating on both classroom and clinic experience. She would learn, chemistry, anatomy and physiology, shampooing and conditioning, hair cutting and styling, chemical hair relaxing and coloring, skin care and makeup. It was a full coverage course. The difficult part was the tuition, $8800 for the full course. I had the money that my parents had been gifting to me, so we could afford it.

Melissa wasn't too keen on the idea at first. "Why do you want me to go to beauty school?" she asked.

"For a couple of reasons," I told her. "First, you can strengthen your knowledge and tools concerning beauty. You will be better able to style your hair, apply makeup and improve your appearance. Second, it will put you in a situation where you will be interacting with girls on a continuous basis. You will have a better opportunity to emulate them and learn from them. And hopefully, you can make some female friends. Third, it gives you a marketable talent. You might need it someday."

She bought all of the reasons, but wasn't sure that they were strong enough. I worked with her for several weeks to convince her to take the course. In the end, she agreed to follow my wishes.

Beauty school was scheduled to start two weeks after finals at the university. Melissa used the time to relax and shop. The school issued uniforms, and they required black shoes to go with the uniform. Her figure was continuing to develop and she required new panties for her larger hips. She bought pink bikini and thong panties. She picked out new hose to go with her uniform and also bought some jewelry; earrings, necklace and bracelets, that would match her uniform.

Her Christmas permanent was wearing out and I persuaded her to change her hair color and style. She agreed to change to a lighter, red hair color. Her style was changed to longer, straighter hair with bangs. She looked very cute. She looked liked a typical nineteen year old girl with a killer body. She was ready for the real world on a full time basis.

CHAPTER 12

Excerpts from Melissa Ann May's diary.

I started beauty school on June 16, 2003. I entered with the 54^th class to enroll at The Helen School of Beauty. The average class size was ten, but our class contained nine eager, young students. Two were black. Two were Hispanic. One was Korean, like my grandmother. Three were white girls and one was a white boy. I was the white boy, but no one knew it. The first morning the administration and teachers welcomed us. We were issued our uniforms and asked to put them on. When we returned to our orientation room, we were read the rules and given an overview of our training and schedules. The first morning turned out to be an opportunity to meet our fellow students and become acquainted with the school. Donuts were available, but I graciously declined.

One girl was especially nice. She took an immediate liking to me, and I liked her. She introduced herself as Karen Horn. Karen was a pretty girl, but not what you would call beautiful. She had long, straight blonde hair and a pretty smile. She was slightly bigger than me, about the height and weight of Cynthia. She was nineteen years old, the same as me. She was very engaging and fun to talk with. I hoped that we would become good friends.

Since no one had brought her lunch, we all walked down the street to Wendy's and had a salad. It seemed like a good group of girls. While I knew the girls would tend to congregate by race, I didn't foresee any problems with any of them. We all seemed to be about the same age, and from the same socio-economic background. We would probably have a lot in common, except for me.

In the afternoon, classes began in earnest. I was surprised at the academic requirements. I was expecting bows and hair curlers, and instead started learning anatomy and some chemistry. I was somewhat relieved. The classroom was my area of excellence, and I was unsure of how clumsy I would be when the on-hands material started. I wanted to be good at something.

When I arrived home that evening, Cynthia was all questions. She was a little concerned about how I would fit in (so was I), but I assured her that all had gone well. I had a list of items that I would need, and we went shopping for them after dinner.

The first week poked along rather slowly, but started to pick up during the second week. The academics were a breeze for me, but a bit difficult for some of the other girls. I offered to help Karen and the Korean girl Suzy Choi. I liked Suzy Choi. She was ebullient, even more outgoing than Valerie. She loved to laugh. I would usually help them with their classroom work during lunch. We stayed after one day for some additional help.

The next couple of weeks went along without any problems. We hadn't started much in the way of hands-on work. I continued to help Karen and Suzy and we started to bond. Suzy invited us out after school one Friday night. I explained that I had a roommate with whom I had a standing Friday night date. I asked if I could bring her along. Suzy said the more the merrier, and that was how Cynthia met Karen and Suzy.

It turned out to be a fun night. We ate at a local restaurant and then Suzy took us to the Chinatown area for the evening. The signs were in both English and Korean or Chinese or Japanese. They were many oriental men and women, but also whites, blacks and Hispanics. She took us to a disco that featured mostly Korean pop music. Cynthia and I didn't get as much attention from the boys as we usually did, but we had a nice time. Suzy introduced us to one friend after another. Half the time she was sitting at another table. Karen, Cynthia and I had ample opportunities to talk and get to know each other. At the end of the night, we all agreed that we would have to schedule another Friday-night-out soon.

About five weeks into school, things started to become difficult for me. We started with more hands on material and more time in the salon. This time Suzy, and especially Karen, helped me. The three of us were becoming good friends. We scheduled another Friday night out, and when I told Cynthia she suggested that I go by myself. At first I thought she was angry and didn't want me to go. But her suggestion was for the opposite reason. Up until now, she had always accompanied Melissa in public. It was time for Melissa to venture out on her own. She wanted me to develop more confidence in public. I thought that was a great idea, and very magnanimous of her. She really wanted me to develop as my own girl.

We had another fine time. This night, it was Karen's turn to take us to her side of town. We again went to a disco and danced for several hours. I did borrow Karen's cell phone about 11:00 P.M. to check in with Cynthia and assure her everything was going fine. She appreciated the thought.

When it was my turn to host Friday night out, I asked Karen and Suzy to come to my house for dinner first.

We arrived home about 5:30 and I immediately began preparing dinner. Cynthia helped me prepare baked salmon. After dinner I gave them a tour through our little home. I explained that I had another bedroom in the basement for me, but we wouldn't venture down there. I didn't want them to know that Cynthia and I shared the same bedroom. Karen was interested in our photography studio. She asked a thousand questions. With Cynthia's permission, I showed her some of the pictures that I had taken, including some of the nudes. Then I showed her our extensive software capabilities to touch-up or refine the pictures.

For the evening, I took them to our teen country and western dance spot. Neither Suzy nor Karen knew how to line dance to country and western, so I had fun showing them the steps. We received much attention from the male population that night. The three of us were becoming good friends.

The next day, before we started our Saturday lessons, Karen told me she was very impressed with my photography skills and equipment. "Would you be interested in some professional work?" she asked.

"Yes, I think I would, but it depends, since I have never done anything outside our studio."

Karen explained about her younger sister. "Kristal is sixteen years old and one of the most beautiful girls that you will ever see. She has great potential as a model or maybe a movie star. Up until now, mom hasn't let her do anything along those lines. But Kristal just turned sixteen, and mom has promised to let her test the waters. The first thing Kristal needs is a portfolio. She needs studio pictures of herself in different poses and clothes, showing her from different angles. The modeling agents want candid pictures, meaning basically no makeup. But I think Kristal wants to shoot two sessions, one session without makeup and one with makeup. The ones with makeup she wants as glamorous as possible for talent agencies looking for girls to star in TV commercials and things like that. She would pay for the two sessions. Would you be interested?"

"Absolutely," I said. "That is right up my alley; everything will be in the studio where I have some experience. Now I can't guarantee anything, so maybe my payment should depend on the quality of the pictures."

"I will leave that up to you and Kristal. Great, then I'll tell Kristal, and knowing her she will call you tonight." Karen glanced around and said, "It looks like everyone is here, time for school."

Karen was right about Kristal, she called Saturday night and left a message on our machine. Sunday morning I called her back, and invited her to come over and look at my pictures. I was excited about my first professional job.

Kristal and Karen came over after lunch. Karen was right about Kristal. She was the most beautiful girl I had ever met in person. Her most striking feature was her face. Her complexion was so perfect that at first I thought she was wearing makeup, but she wasn't. Her eyes were large and seemed to smile every time that she looked at you. She had high cheekbones just like the super models. Her nose was small and turned up just a tiny bit. And her lips were straight out of an advertisement for lipstick. Her face was beautiful by it self, but it was made even more striking by the dishwater blond hair that surrounded it.

She was taller than me, maybe three inches taller, but she was thin. She was a big girl on top and had wonderful curves down to her hips. Her legs were a little thin I thought. I had to find something about her that wasn't perfect, so I settled on her legs. I thought that there was no way this girl wouldn't be a fantastic success in the modeling and acting business. She couldn't miss. Boy! Was I ever right!

Karen introduced us and we shook hands. For a sixteen year old girl she had a very firm handshake. "Let me show you some of my pictures," and I led her to Cynthia's desk. We had laid out an album, containing some of my best pictures of Cynthia. Some were nudes and some were fully clothed. I pointed out different artistic approaches that I had used on some of the pictures. Kristal thought the pictures were very good. I then showed them some of the things that I could do with our software. I gave a much more detailed presentation than Friday night's.

Kristal liked what she saw. "You're very talented. And Karen says that we will relate to one another very well." I wasn't sure what she meant by that. "I would like to do two sessions. The first time I will not wear any makeup. That is what the modeling agents want. But I would like to return a second time with full makeup to take more glamorous pictures for TV and maybe movie people." Her voice made it clear that the TV and movie people were mostly a long shot. "In each session I would like to start with portraits, silhouettes and face pictures, and then move into full body shots. I want to use several sets of clothes to show how different styles fit me. We will shoot jeans, shorts, skirts and dresses. After that, I want to go to bathing suits, lingerie and finally semi and fully nude. Does that sound ok?"

"That sounds fine with me," I said. "It sounds like a full day though. I only have that much time on Sundays, the rest of my week, as you know, is taken up with school. Right Karen?"

"You are so right," and she rolled her eyes in mock disgust.

"We could do it over two Sundays," Kristal said. "I'm not in that much hurry. How much will you charge?"

"I'm not sure what professional photographers charge, so tell me if I'm out of line. For each picture that we print, $5.00 should cover those expenses. For the shoot itself, would $20 per hour be ok?"

"Ok?" she asked. "You are way too low. Big time professionals get $100 to $200 per hour. You need to charge more than $20 per hour."

"Well …" and I was thinking for a few moments. "Kristal, I've never done this before and I will be essentially practicing with your time. I appreciate the opportunity to try my skills just as much as you want the pictures. And I especially appreciate the opportunity to practice my skills on such a beautiful model," and I truly meant that. "Would you settle for $25 per hour?"

Everyone laughed, Cynthia, Karen and Kristal. "You drive a hard bargain Melissa, so I had better take your offer. It's a deal. Not that I'm anxious or anything, but when do you think we can start?"

I looked at Cynthia, "Any problem with next Sunday? Say 11:00?" Cynthia shook her head to indicate no problem.

"Great," Kristal said with a little jump of enthusiasm. "I'll bring my clothes and be here next Sunday. We'll start with no makeup. I have one more little question to ask. It's sort of a quirk of mine, but I have a cat that I really love. She seems to relax me and help me concentrate. Would it be ok if I brought her along? She is very well behaved, I promise."

"No problem." Cynthia and I answered simultaneously. "Then it is all set. Next Sunday it is." I was psyched. I could tell Kristal was too. I hugged Kristal and Karen and they left for home. I turned to Cynthia and asked, "Are you sure this is ok? I'll do my laundry duties during the week, and I'll even do extra bathroom cleaning duty."

"Don't worry Sweetie. This should be fun. Can I watch a little?"

"Unless Kristal objects, it is fine with me. You know I do my best work when you are close by. When you are very close by." We kissed. "Time for chores," and we began our normal Sunday cleaning routine.

The following Sunday couldn't come fast enough for me. The money was entirely meaningless to me, but the opportunity for the experience and a new model were very exciting. Kristal arrived half an hour early. I think she was more eager than I was. She introduced me to her cat. "Melissa, this is my cat Andromeda. I hope it is ok that she is here."

"Not a problem, Kristal. May I hold her?"

Kristal held her out for me to take. "She is usually persnickety around other people. The only other person she likes is Karen."

"Hi Andromeda," and I took her in my arms. She immediately settled down and snuggled against my breast. She had one brown and one green eye. "I think she likes me."

"That is a surprise. I guess Karen was right, we do relate to each other and Andromeda agrees." I still wasn't sure what she meant by 'relate to each other'.

I led Kristal into the studio and gave her an opportunity to get organized. After a full thirty minutes of shuffling around, we were ready. I started with headshots and spent a lot of time moving lights from in front, to the side, to behind and finally above her. I liked to use lighting placed low and behind the model, so we could back light her hair.

It seemed like the time was flying, but it took three hours to finish her wardrobe pictures. Kristal stepped behind a screen I had erected, and removed her top and bra. "I feel a little strange about this," she said.

"Don't worry," I answered. "Take your time. We won't do anything until you are comfortable."

When Kristal came out, I was once again struck by her beauty. This girl certainly didn't look like she was only sixteen. Simply put, she was the most mature teenager I had ever seen. And the most beautiful. Unless I totally screwed up her pictures, she was a lock for fame and fortune. When she was ready, we took twenty or twenty five pictures of her topless.

Kristal returned to the screen and stripped. When she came out this time I let out a gasp, "My gosh!" I couldn't help myself. I was in shock. Kristal had a penis and scrotum between her legs. She was a boy! I started to blush and my heart rate jumped off the scale. She was the most beautiful girl I had ever met, and she was a guy! Like me, but only beautiful!

"Is something wrong?" she asked.

I couldn't answer at first. "Uh … uh nothing," was all I could say at first. As I caught my breath, I said, "You just caught me by surprise."

"Surprise?"

"Well … I was surprised to see … ah … see a penis between your legs." I blushed an even deeper red.

"Oh! I understand." She did? How? "You thought I had already undergone SRS, didn't you?"

I took the opportunity to save some embarrassment. "Yea, I did."

"I'm too young for sexual reassignment surgery. You have to be at least eighteen before the doctors will consider you. And besides, I'm not sure that I want SRS. I'm happy with who and what I am right now. Have you had SRS?"

What did she just ask me? My heart jumped into my throat and continued to beat a mile per minute. She knew I was a boy? I almost choked. Was it that easy to read me? What did I do wrong? How many other people knew? I was stunned. I tried to recover, "No … no, I haven't had SRS. I'm like you, I don't think I will have it."

"So that's it," she said, as if the light had suddenly clicked on. "That's why Karen kept saying that we would be able to relate to one another."

I was confused. "Why?"

"It's simple. Because neither of us have had SRS, and we both want to stay as we are. We're happy with what we have. How neat."

That might explain all of her questions, but it only explained about two percent of the questions running through my head. Karen knew also? How many other girls at school knew? I was worried and totally confused. I tried to think of a way to move the conversation to a different direction and give me some more time to think. "So Kristal, how long have you known? How long have you been living as a girl?"

"Since forever. I don't ever remember not wanting to be a girl or dressing as one. My mom and Karen were dressing me up when I was less than two, and probably before that. I always knew that this was what I wanted, and they helped me. I started kindergarten as a girl. I began hormones when I was eight. I was lucky that I started before puberty, and we eliminated most of my masculine traits. It has worked out perfect for me. How about you? When did you start?"

"Last Halloween."

"What? You've been on hormones for all of eight months? Wow! I'm impressed. Only eight months! You've come along beautifully. I wouldn't have taken you for a transsexual if Karen hadn't told me."

If Karen hadn't told her? She didn't figure it out on her own? Karen told her? Maybe I wasn't as easy to read as I feared. I felt so much better. I hoped that it was the truth. I hoped that Karen, and only Karen, had figured out what I was. I really wanted to believe that.

"So, why did you take so long to start?"

"Because I never knew this is what I wanted. I started this last fall for a Halloween costume. I'd never put on a single article of women's clothing until then. And then I fell in love with it. I fell in love with the whole idea of becoming feminine, and it just snowballed from there." I couldn't believe that I was opening up with the truth of who I was. I wanted to keep talking, but Kristal was standing there with no clothes. "Let's start taking some pictures before you freeze." Kristal agreed whole-heartedly. I finished the shoot in about thirty minutes. Kristal was very good at hiding her male attributes as she posed nude. She came across so sexy … she had a fantastic camera presence. I had a ton of pictures to work with.

I guess we could relate to one another. We certainly had more in common than I would have ever guessed. Kristal dressed and collected her belongings. "Can I leave these here? I want to use the same clothes next week when I wear makeup. I might bring a couple other outfits if it is ok with you."

I assured her that I had no problem shooting her in additional outfits. She asked what I owed her for the day. I counted up the hours, and she paid me in cash. "My first photo shoot," she said wistfully. "I had a wonderful time."

"And my first professional shoot," I added. "It won't be long and I will be in a museum somewhere."

"I bet you will," and she flashed a smile that could have launched a thousand ships. "I guess Karen was right, we can relate to one another. Totally. Thanks, and I'll see you next week." She picked up Andromeda and left. I could have sworn that Andromeda gave me a wink as they left.

I was weak with exhaustion when Kristal left. It wasn't the physical exertion that had taken hold of me, it was the emotional exertion. I told Cynthia everything that had happened. She was as flabbergasted as I was. She wanted to see the pictures. We talked about it for the rest of the night.

Monday morning I was still tired. But I got up a little early and rushed through my morning routine. I wanted to get to school early so I could talk privately with Karen. I found her sitting in the cafeteria. I quickly sat down across from her and gave her a good morning.

"Kristal said she had a good time yesterday. She said the photo shoot went well, and that you think you will have some good pictures for her. That's great. I'm happy everything went well."

"Yeah," I answered, "everything went pretty well. We were able to relate to one another."

Karen looked up from the orange she was peeling and gave me a smile. "So you both know now?"

"Yes. But what I want to know is how you knew, and how many other girls here know?"

Karen instinctively knew which question was the most important, "No else knows. Only I know. And I wasn't totally sure until right now."

"You were guessing?"

"Basically. But it was an intelligent guess. Having grown up with Kristal, I look at things a bit differently than other girls. You are very convincing Melissa. Let me make that clear immediately. I would be very surprised if any of these other girls would be able to tell."

"So how did you know? I really want to know."

"It was little things that most people would over look. And it took several of those things before I really started to think that you might be a boy, like Kristal. Let me tell you something before I continue. I do not consider Kristal a boy, and I don't consider you a boy. For me, you are two of the most beautiful girls in the world as far as I am concerned."

"Thanks, that makes me feel a little better."

"I truly mean it. The first thing that I noticed was your voice. It was off register just a bit. Next, I thought you were too smart in anatomy and chemistry. Chauvinistic isn't it? When we started our salon and hair work, you seemed unsure of your self. You didn't have much confidence and you acted like you had little experience with hair and hair products. That was another clue. But what gave me the biggest clue was what you didn't do. When we were all together talking about different things, you never said a word about boys or periods. Every girl in the world has an opinion about her period. But the strongest clue was your relationship with Cynthia. You certainly aren't gay, I could tell that, but you and Cynthia are lovers. That is perfectly clear when the two of you are together. Put it all together and I had a hunch."

"You are perceptive," I said. "I trust that you care very much about Kristal. Am I right?"

"I care very much for Kristal. I probably look after her the way Cynthia looks after you."

"Well put. Wasn't it a gamble to let me photograph Kristal? What if you had been wrong about me?"

"That thought entered my mind. But even if I was wrong about your sex, I was right about your character. I knew that you would protect her. And if you didn't, I was prepared to kill you." We both started laughing. "And if anyone outs you, I'll kill them too."

I was impressed with Karen's character and class. "Thanks, Karen. Will you be my best friend?" I said it only half joking.

"Absolutely, positively." A bell rang. "Shall we go to class?"

I had a new best friend. My first ever.

Kristal and Andromeda returned the following Sunday at 10:00. We thought we would need more time with her extra wardrobe, but we actually finished faster. Kristal didn't look anymore beautiful with her makeup, than she did without it. She couldn't possibly look more beautiful than she already was. But she did look older. Maybe three to five years older.

Cynthia spent more time coming in and out and watching our session. She made it a point to be there when Kristal was posing in the nude. I asked Kristal why she wanted the nude pictures. "If other things don't work out, I'll submit them to the she-male magazines. You've seen them haven't you?"

"Yes," I admitted. "I have seen them on the Internet."

"Its kind of fun to compare your self with those girls, isn't it." She was unabashedly honest.

"Yeah, that thought does go through my mind."

"Without wanting to sound too conceited, those girls aren't half as pretty as me," she stated matter of factly. Cynthia and I agreed. "I know I could make a lot of money doing she-male pornography. But I am going to do that only as a last resort. There are some very successful male-to-female transsexuals in the mainstream modeling and entertaining industry; Tula, Dana, RuPaul, Roberta Close, Jenny Hiloudaki and Bibiana Fernandez just to mention a few. A transsexual is rumored to have been the Miss France winner a couple of years ago. So I want to try and make it in the mainstream first. There is more money and fame there. But porno can be my fall back position. I have no problem with that."

"You won't need a fall back position Kristal. Not someone as beautiful as you," I said.

"Amen," added Cynthia.

Just for fun, we added Andromeda to her nude poses. Andromeda was an amazing cat. It was almost as if she could think. She added some amazing feeling to the pictures. We finished up and Kristal began collecting all her things. Andromeda rested in my lap as I started down loading pictures from the cameras to the computer. I gave Kristal a CD from our first photo shoot.

"Take a look at these pictures and pick out the interesting ones. Don't worry about how many you choose. I'll look them over and see if there are any imperfections, stray bits of light and the sort that I need to remove. I'll print 4x6's of them and send them over by Karen. From those you can choose which ones you would like blown up larger. By Tuesday or Wednesday I should have today's pictures on a CD and I'll have Karen bring them home. Ok?"

"This is great," Kristal said. She was very excited to get the first pictures. "I'll start looking through these as soon as I get home. Thanks so much for your help, Melissa. Let's settle our bill, shall we?"

As I walked Kristal to the front door, she spotted my electronic keyboard sitting on the coffee table. "Do you play?" she asked.

"Yes," I answered. "I was a music major for a while. I've been playing since I was seven."

"Melissa is very good," Cynthia added. I appreciated the compliment, since I thought I was pretty good also. But we were about to be overwhelmed by Kristal.

"May I try it?" Kristal asked while she was inspecting it.

"Sure."

She warmed it up for a couple of minutes and ran through a few scales. "I've been playing since I was three," and she started to run through excerpts from different classical pieces that had been written for harpsichord and organs. She was fantastic. She gave us a half hour concert, complete with commentary on the composers (mostly Bach) and the reason for the compositions' theme and key. Her knowledge and skill were far beyond any person I had ever met. I had never seen her level of talent and knowledge.

She told us an amazing tale, and it was all put to music. "I was what you might call a wunderkind. I just started playing one day when I was three. I had never had any training. We were at my grandmother's and she was playing an old upright piano. I watched her for thirty or forty minutes and then I asked if I could try. My hands and fingers were too small, but I managed. By the end of the afternoon I was playing music. I was making it up as I went along. I just knew what fit together and what didn't."

"Mom and dad, grandpa and grandma; they were amazed. They had me start lessons the following week. The first teacher lasted one session. She said I was way too far advanced for her. She could teach me some nomenclature that I didn't know, but my ability to feel the music was beyond her skill level. A month later I had a teacher from the University. He taught me most of the classical music and told me about the composers as I played. At first I couldn't read the music, so he would play it once and then I would play the entire composition from memory. About the only mistakes I made were due to my physical limitations, not my ability to memorize."

"I was studying and playing music constantly. I had written two orchestral pieces by the age of seven. People wanted me to play concerts and show off my ability, but mom and dad said no. I was too young to be exploited. So I played at home until I was eight."

"Then what happened?"

"Two things actually. I found mathematics. I saw music in math, and vice-versa. I was amazing another University professor by the time I was and eight and a half. I was running through differential equations like nothing. Once again, I was being proclaimed a wunderkind. But the second thing that happened was hormones. I started full time when I turned eight and by the time I turned nine I started to lose interest in the math."

"I regret not continuing with the music and math, but the draw of puberty was way more interesting. I was starting to develop my feminine body and I loved it. I started to watch other kids and adults and how they interacted with each other. I started to interact with people differently. I turned my interests into social studies. I read book after book on psychiatry, medicine and social interactions. My interests became less scientific and logical, and more intuitive and interactive. Thus, I am here today."

"I am amazed," I said. "Is there anything you can't do? I guess I am a little surprised that you dropped the intellectual studies and shifted to modeling and entertainment."

"But it's not without precedent. There have been many cases of Rhodes Scholars and other very intellectual people shifting their interests to politics and entertainment. One nuclear engineer became President of the United States. It happens more often than you might think."

"Kristal," I told her, "you are without a doubt the most interesting and talented person that I have ever met. Or probably ever will meet."

"Don't be too sure of that," she said modestly with a wink. Then she and Andromeda left.

Over the next couple of weeks I worked on Kristal's pictures. The editing and printing weren't nearly as much fun as the photo shoot. I spent close to an hour on the telephone each night with Kristal as we made decisions concerning her portfolio. It took us another three weeks to finish everything. She was excited to finally be in position to start contacting agencies. I wished her well. I was sure that she would be successful.

CHAPTER 13

Excerpts from Cynthia L May's diary

Things changed considerably when Melissa started school. It consumed much more time than I would have thought. She was at school eight hours per day, six days a week. That only left us Sunday to do things. And Sunday soon turned into our workday. Melissa spent Sunday doing the laundry. She hand washed both her and my lingerie, while at the same time running the washing machine. We both spent a considerable amount of Sunday on the other cleaning. We did our best to take care of small messes during the week, but there was still work to do in the kitchen and bathroom, vacuuming in the living room and somehow we also had to squeeze in lawn mowing. Lawn mowing was usually left for weeknights.

Melissa could no longer join me on Saturday mornings at the beauty salon. I emphasized how important it was to keep up her beauty routine and she tried. She tried to schedule a salon appointment every Tuesday evening. She had her legs waxed, sometimes had a facial and occasionally had her hair washed, trimmed and set. By August her hair was brushing the top of her shoulder. Her red color went really nice with her complexion, and she made sure to have her roots touched up on occasion.

I wanted her to continue emphasizing the pleasures of the softer side of life. Sunday nights, after dinner, we would change into our negligees, and would wash and set each other's hair. Melissa was getting much better at rolling and setting my hair. We always wore our curlers to bed and I continued to enjoy have Melissa go down on me while I watched her head and curlers bob around between my legs. It was a tremendous turn on for me. In all honestly, it was my fetish.

Our lovemaking had started to change. Melissa needed more stimulation to achieve an erection, and it sometimes would not last long enough for me to reach orgasm. I used fellatio to arouse her, and we also used Viagra more and more. It worked well. Melissa was able to ejaculate only about a third of the time. When she did climax, her seminal fluid was minimal in amount. The doctor said her erections would probably remain at their current level, but the seminal fluid would eventually dry up.

Her body was continuing to develop. Her breasts had grown to a legitimate A. With her Wonderbra she could get some nice cleavage for those dresses and blouses with plunging necklines. Her waist was just a little below 26 inches and her hips had now grown to 35 inches. Her skin seemed to be getting smoother, and the hair on her chest and legs was much finer when it started to grow back after waxing. Her voice was convincing now, and I did not think it would ever give her away again.

She was much more confident in her appearance and demeanor. She could wear four-inch heels for an entire evening with no problem. She walked and carried herself in a very feminine manner. Every time that we went out I was amazed at how many heads she turned. Her small size, her beautiful hair, her curvaceous figure, and now her feminine mannerisms made her very attractive. In full girl mode, she was more attractive than me. I was a little bit jealous. But whenever I walked into a room with her arm wrapped around mine, I couldn't help but smile. No matter what people might think of my sexual orientation, with Melissa on my arm I was the one to be envied.

Towards the end of summer we had finally settled into a comfortable, although hectic routine. Routine may have some negative connotations, but it can certainly make life easier to control. Melissa started to think about her mother. She wanted nothing to do with her father or brother, but her mother had been nice to her. Matt kept in contact with his mom, but had told her nothing about Melissa. She was thinking it was time to introduce her mom to Melissa and Cynthia. I encouraged her to meet her mom. Later, I was sorry that I had ever suggested it to her. Very sorry. But in the long run, it was for the better.

Melissa arranged for her mother to visit us over Labor Day. She was to arrive on Friday. I would pick her up at the bus station, and take her back on Tuesday morning. Melissa took off school on Friday and spent the day getting ready. In the morning she cleaned the house like it had never been cleaned before. It was spotless. She spent the afternoon at the salon having her hair and nails done. At home, she put on a nice summer dress with a silver necklace and earrings, and awaited our return from the bus station.

I met her mom at the station and introduced myself as Matt's roommate. Her mom didn't say anything about her son having a female roommate. We chatted a bit on the way home. I gave her some of my personal history. When we arrived home, I brought her through the front door instead of the garage. Melissa was standing in the living room when we arrived.

"Hi mom," she said. Her mom looked at her and stopped dead in her tracks. She said nothing. Melissa spoke, "Its me, mom. I've changed since I left home." Her mom stared at her and still said nothing. Melissa pirouetted and caused her dress to lift and spin with her. She held out her arms as if to display her self and said, "So mom, what do you think of the new Matt."

Melissa's mom finally spoke, "What the hell did you do to yourself?"

Melissa's smile fell and you could hear it hit the floor. The sparkle left her eyes. "I found myself," she said firmly. "I found out who I am and what I want to be."

"And what exactly do you want to be? A freak?" Her tone was as harsh as any I had ever heard. She was a cold woman. And this was the one person in Melissa's family that she liked. I could only imagine what her father and brother were like.

"No mom, I am not a freak. I am a loving person who is finally finding her way in this world." Her voice was taking on the same tones that she had used after the Key West incident. Melissa was a far tougher person than I would have ever guessed. "I am proud of what I have become. I have thrown off a tremendous amount of abuse and guilt and stepped forward. I have found a loving woman who has had the courage and strength to allow me to become what I want. She accepts me and I have nothing but love and compassion for her. I knew that my father would never be able to do what this woman has done, but I had hoped that you would. You were the only bit of sunshine in my life. I thought you loved me, and could accept my growth. Can you?"

I was astonished. She threw the ultimatum in her mother's face. There was no doubt as to what Melissa had just done. There were going to be no second chances or reconsiderations. Melissa was going to get full acceptance from her mother, or everything between them was going to end.

Everything between them ended. "I can't believe that you came here to school, and did this to your self. I'm devastated. It is obvious that you are no longer my son." Her voice was cold. Ice cold. Right wing, Baptist-fundamentalist, Hell-and–brim fire cold.

"Cynthia, please take my mother back to the bus station and help her return home. Goodbye." Melissa turned and walked out of the room. Finished. The end. There would be no reconciliation.

Not a word was uttered on the way back to the bus station. I could tell that she was bursting at the seams, wanting to verbally rip my head off. I was ready. When we arrived at the bus station, I pulled up to a taxi stand. I exited the car, and removed her bags from the trunk. I put them on the curb and let her out of the car. She started to say something and I abruptly interrupted, "How can anyone be so stupid, as to throw away someone that loves her?" I left.

"When I returned home, Melissa was waiting for me in the living room. She walked over to me and gave me a big hug. Tears were flowing down her cheeks. "You are all that I have. I love you so much. Can I adopt your parents?" It was an attempt at levity.

"It's too late," I said. "They have already adopted you."

CHAPTER 14

Excerpts from Melissa Ann May's diary

My reunion with my mother hadn't gone well. Neither had Custer's reunion with his Indian friends. I knew that there was a chance that it might turn out badly, but I really thought my mom was different, that she was different than my dad. But in fact she wasn't. After the abuse that mom had had to suffer from dad, I thought she would have more compassion and love. She was no different than he. She was only smaller than dad, but no different.

I tired to shrug it off. I tried to rationalize the results. I tried to be strong and tell myself that I was truly better off with out her. But I knew better. She had ripped open my heart, and it would never heal. I was alone. I told myself that I had always been alone, but I couldn't buy it. I thought my mother loved me. She had, after all, protected me from my father on several occasions. I thought that was love. Maybe it was just convenience on my mother's part. But it must not have been love.

I had a lousy weekend. Cynthia was smart, she tried to console me a little, but mostly she stayed out of my way. I did my chores. I put on my bikini and lay in the backyard sunbathing, but I did little else. I didn't leave the house. I was civil when spoken to, but said nothing else. I didn't initiate a conversation for the entire weekend.

Monday night, I had to get ready for school the next day. Cynthia asked if I wanted my hair washed and set. I loved Cynthia. This was one of the most important routines in her life. She loved our time together when we did each other's hair. And so did I. I so much wanted to tell her to blow it off. But my stupidity slowly bled away. It was time to grow up and move ahead.

I did Cynthia's hair first. I washed her hair and had begun to roll it. The bitterness and anger were finally starting to subside. "Melissa?"

"Yes?" I answered.

"Can we talk?"

Can we talk? She had to ask if we could even talk? It was definitely time for me to return to earth. "I'm sorry, Cynthia. I didn't mean to hurt you. I guess I was feeling so sorry for myself, that I thought I needed to hurt everyone else. Please forgive me. Please?"

"Melissa, you have nothing to be sorry for. I have never seen anyone have to suffer what you went through. It was the saddest thing that I have ever witnessed. I wish that I could have done more to help you. The fact that I couldn't help more just shows my shortcomings. I don't know if this will help, but can I offer a suggestion?"

"Of course you can. Please, tell me."

"It seems to me, that you need to put closure to things. You need to move forward. Your family is the past, and I doubt that they will ever change. So maybe you should change. Change your name. Your family name and your surname. Besides putting a chapter behind you, it will make your life easier with a legal, female name."

"I hadn't given it much thought. I like the idea. I never was a Kaufmann, I might as well make it official. But can I? Can I take a female name? Will that be enough?"

"I am sure it will help. Will it be enough? That depends. It depends on certain Neanderthals like the TSA and the U.S. government. You can change your name easily enough. You can change it to Moonbeam Zappa or George Bush. But you can't, shouldn't change your sex. You have to remain as a male on your birth certificate. There are certain reasons for that."

I knew those reasons. I had thought of this before. I wasn't sure if Cynthia was going to go farther with this right now, but she didn't have to. She already told me what I needed to know. "I know," I responded to her comment about keeping my same sex status. We were both quiet as I continued to section Cynthia's hair and roll it up on the curlers. This was cathartic. This was the best thing that I could possibly be doing at this moment in time. I was once again talking with my lover. I was engaging in the softer side of life, as we called it. And I was reinforcing my love and commitment to my femininity. Somehow it always came down to this. I wanted to be a woman, and my lover Cynthia had been sent to me to help. She was a beacon of love.

"What should I call myself?"

"I would be honored if you would you use the same last name as I have. Melissa, I can't make a commitment yet. But look at it this way. Some day, if we can get everything sorted out, you wouldn't have to change your name a second time."

It was the first time I had laughed in three days. "Sweetie, you do have an elegant way with words. And you are so persuasive. Melissa Ann May. I can get used to that. How do we do it?'

"Leave it to me. I'll start checking tomorrow."

Maybe she didn't think she knew what to say to me, but she had made life right again. With curlers in my hair, I did my best to thank her that night. You see, I too knew what Cynthia's passion and greatest fetish was.

CHAPTER 15

Time swiftly passed for both Cynthia and Melissa. Melissa continued to attend cosmetology school and she did very well. Her friendship with Karen grew stronger. Melissa and Karen also strengthened their friendship with Suzy. But just as Cynthia and Valerie would forever be best friends, so too would Melissa and Karen.

The most interesting development was Melissa's friendship with Kristal. Kristal was a true force in the universe. Her career developed quickly and her name recognition grew. Kristal was now known as Krysallis. A single name phenom. And whenever possible, she used Melissa as her photographer. At one point, Melissa had to turn down a one week assignment to photograph Krystal in the British Virgin Islands. Melissa said that she would miss too much school. She didn't tell Kristal about the TSA, and her refusal to ever fly again.

Cynthia was becoming successful in her career. She boosted sales and her name recognition was growing within the higher echelons of her company. She asked for consideration the next time the Milwaukee territory came open.

Halloween, as always, was a big event. Melissa included Karen and Suzy in the events. Melissa wanted to also include Kristal, but she was in Australia at another photo shoot. Cynthia and Melissa were much more daring this year. They shocked Karen and Suzy with their S&M outfits. But their best effort was their cat costumes. Melissa patterned it after Andromeda. They dressed in tight, form fitting body suits. They attached tails, ears and whiskers. The suits were black, as were the stiletto heels. With her corset pulled tighter than ever, Melissa had a figure that caused eyes to pop out. She was featured on the front page of two newspapers that were lucky enough to have photographers at the right spots on Halloween night.

Melissa and Cynthia again spent Thanksgiving and Christmas at Cynthia's parents. They partied till dawn with Valerie both times. Once again, Cynthia's mom and dad gave Melissa expensive Christmas gifts. But their greatest gift came after January first. Mom and dad were still gifting Cynthia $20,000 each year as part of her college tuition money that they had saved. On January 10, 2004, both Cynthia and Melissa received 2 checks for $10,000. They received $20,000 each! Melissa was flabbergasted, and spent twenty minutes on the telephone proving it, as she tried to thank her surrogate mother and father.

At the end of April, Melissa graduated from The Helen School of Beauty. Karen and Suzy also graduated. Of the nine girls that had started, eight graduated. The school actively attempted to place its students in quality jobs. Interviews were held at school and several local salons attended. Of the eight girls, four received job offers. Considering the pathetic state of the economy, that was actually good. Karen and Suzy received offers, Melissa did not.

While Melissa was disappointed, it was not an immediate problem. Upon her graduation, Cynthia had made arrangements for Melissa to receive some cosmetic surgery. The two of them had been discussing it since February. They had the money, and it was something that they both wanted for Melissa. Melissa had met with the best cosmetic surgeon in South Bend. She was going to undergo rhinoplasty to have her nose sculptured. They had picked out a narrower and smaller nose profile. At the same time, the doctor was going to install lifts to give her more prominent cheekbones.

They had discussed the possibility of breast implants, but decided to wait. Melissa's breasts had continued to develop and were now a solid A, and pushing towards a B. The doctor said that her breast development was faster than average, and there was a possibility that through regular hormone therapy she could reach a full B bra cup size. Both Cynthia and Melissa had decided a B would be large enough. If Melissa could achieve a B size, they wouldn't opt for surgery.

The Monday after graduation, Melissa went into the hospital for her operation. Everything went as well as hoped, and later that night she was at home with two black eyes. It took a week for Melissa to get back on her feet, and another week before she really felt like doing much. May was a month of leisure for Melissa, and she truly enjoyed it. She completed the spring house cleaning and then used her leisure time for photography. She spent most of her free time shooting outdoors to get more experience. The rest of her free time went into job hunting.

In July she finally found a job. Actually, Karen found her a job at Karen's salon. It was only part time, but it would provide some income. Cynthia and Melissa had been dipping into their savings to keep things going. While they had plenty of money, neither felt comfortable using their savings for day-to-day expenses. Even part time employment was deeply appreciated.

Employment was also a boost to Melissa's self esteem. It is difficult for anyone to be out of work. Self esteem slips away fast enough as it is. But Melissa was still unproven as a beautician, and as a woman. She had had plenty of salon experience, but it was under the protective umbrella of the school. She had never had a chance to prove herself in the real world. And as the days of unemployment slid by, so did her confidence.

She embraced employment with all of her energy, and gave the salon her best effort. Melissa gave her clients not only her best effort, but also a smile and whenever possible a laugh. She tried to emulate Valerie and Suzy combined. While she couldn't come close to either, her clients appreciated her efforts all the same. They started to ask for her by name.

Life after school was better for both Cynthia and Melissa. They had more time together, and their love grew stronger. Melissa was enjoying the friendship of two wonderful girls, in Karen and Suzy. And she was friends with an international phenom, Krysallis. With her cosmetic surgery, she was now truly beautiful. Not just pretty, but beautiful. No one would ever again be able to read her. And every man that met her wanted her. Life was good. In September, it became perfect.

Cynthia had to spend a week in Chicago at corporate headquarters for a sales meeting. She left on Monday with her coworker from the Kalamazoo district. She left her car with Melissa. Melissa worked through Thursday and drove over to Chicago on Friday morning. She checked into Cynthia's hotel room when she arrived, and called Cynthia at work. Cynthia told Melissa that she had made an appointment for her at the salon down the street, one of the best salons in all of Chicago. Melissa was to go to this salon and follow instructions. Everything had been arranged and paid in advance. When she returned to the hotel, there would be a dress laid out for her. Cynthia would pick her up in the lobby at 6:30.

Melissa thought it all sounded very mysterious. Almost like a movie. She went to her 1:00 appointment at Salon Richard, where they were expecting her. They escorted her to a private room where a young woman waxed her legs. When she was almost finished, the technician asked Melissa to remove her thong and lay on her stomach. Melissa was then asked to roll over on her back. She felt very self-conscious, but did as she was told. Without blinking an eye, the technician then removed all of Melissa's pubic hair.

She was then sent to a private spa, where she luxuriated in a whirlpool and cleaned all of the excess wax from her legs. The woman returned with a large, warm bath towel and held it open as Melissa stepped out of the whirlpool. Melissa turned her back to the girl, and the girl wrapped the towel around Melissa. The girl then patted Melissa's back dry. She wrapped her arms around Melissa and began to pat her chest and breasts, her stomach and down each leg.

Melissa was led back to the private room. It had a massage table and soft new era music was playing. Melissa was instructed to lie on her stomach and the masseuse began her massage. She used oils to moisturize Melissa's skin, beginning with the shoulders and working her way down Melissa's back, to her buttocks and down each leg. Melissa was asked to turn onto her back. The masseuse worked her way up each leg to Melissa's penis. She took extra care to stroke and rub Melissa's scrotum and penis. When Melissa started to respond to the pampering, she told the girl to continue upwards. After the masseuse reached Melissa's breasts, she spent extra time massaging the breasts and stimulating the nipples. After a short while, Melissa again asked her to move along. It was a very relaxing, but stimulating massage.

Melissa was sent to the salon for her next step. They washed her hair and touched up the coloring of her roots. Melissa now had long, straight, red hair reaching to the middle of her shoulder blades. It was thick and shiny. It was some of the most beautiful hair imaginable. The beautician set her hair and then styled it in a magnificent up do. He wove silver ribbons through Melissa's hair and gave her the look of a starlet heading to the Emmys. While he was turning her hair into a masterpiece, an esthetician manicured her nails. She used a bright red polish with diamond sparkles to finish them. Melissa left feeling refreshed, and beautiful. It had been a wonderful afternoon, but the best was yet to come.

When Melissa returned to her room, she found an envelope taped to the door. When she had entered the room and sat down, she opened the envelope and read the letter.

'In the closet, you will find a dress for this evening. There are also shoes to go with it. Please put on the dress and your best makeup. When you are done, call the front desk and ask Adam to come to your room. He will bring you earrings, a necklace and a bracelet. Please meet me in the lobby at precisely 6:30.

Love Cynthia.'

Melissa looked around for the camera. This really was like something out of a movie. It couldn't get any more romantic. She rushed to the closet to see her dress. She opened the door and took it out. Melissa had to catch her breath. It was expensive. Even before she looked at the color and style, she could see that it was expensive. Not hundreds of dollars, but probably thousands. It was red, it was long, and it had a slit up to her belly button. It had thin shoulder straps, and a plunging neckline. She could tell that it was going to be form fitting, and she knew that she was going to pull her corset so tight that her waist was going to be only twenty inches in circumference.

Melissa began to get ready. She went into the bathroom and brushed her teeth, moisturized her face, and dusted perfumed powder over her entire body. From her suitcase she took a pair of pink, bikini underwear. She tucked herself, and pulled up the underwear. Along with the dress had been a pair of silk, thigh high stockings. She slid them up her freshly waxed legs. They were exceptionally smooth and soft. The stockings were a bit on the large size and pulled up to her crotch. Probably for the best she thought, as she remembered the slit in the dress. Next, Melissa put on her push-up Wonderbra, and squeezed her breasts upward to create their maximum cleavage. She was now approaching a full B cup size, and her breasts looked marvelous when pushed up in the bra. When it was time for her corset she lay down on the bed, exhaled all of the air from her lungs and pulled exceptionally hard on the laces. The corset constricted around her waist and held her like a vise. Her normally thin waist was now tiny.

Melissa moved to the vanity and began applying her makeup. After her foundation, she applied a light pink blush to her cheekbones. The surgeon had done an excellent job with the inserts, and her cheekbones were very prominent and feminine. Her eyebrows were now thin and arched. Using short strokes, she applied just enough color to make them noticeable. To make her eyes more dramatic and standout in an evening setting, Melissa applied her eye makeup heavier than usual. She outlined her lips and applied a bright red lipstick. The final touch was an application of lip-gloss that made her lips shine like a movie star's.

Melissa returned to the closet and took out the dress and put it on. It was a size 4 and it fit perfectly. It felt better than it looked, if that was possible. She slipped on the red, velvet shoes with the four-inch stiletto heels. She walked around the room and the dress moved with her in a flowing motion of grace and elegance. It was perfect.

She sat on the edge of the bed and called the front desk, asking for Adam. Adam arrived at the door five minutes later. When he saw Melissa he stopped in his tracks. "What a dress!" was all he could manage to say. He gave Melissa a small wooden box and left. Melissa opened it to find it lined in velvet. It had two earrings and a necklace. The silver earrings dangled about three inches and ended in small diamond clusters. She put them on, and admired her self in the mirror. They matched the silver ribbon in her hair. The necklace was magnificent. It was a long silver chain with a pendant hanging from it. The pendant was a large crystal, cut like a diamond. If the crystal hadn't been so large, Melissa would have thought it was a diamond. She stood in front of the mirror and added the necklace to her ensemble.

The beautiful and gorgeous Melissa was ready. It was time to meet Cynthia. She sprayed on her perfume, gathered her clutch and headed for the lobby. Every head in the lobby turned when she stepped out of the elevator. The noise level dropped almost to a whisper. Her heels made a loud clicking noise as she strode across the lobby to a large, wing-backed chair. She sat facing the lobby doors, and waited for Cynthia.

Cynthia arrived right at 6:30. She was stunning. She was wearing a black dress with a plunging neckline, and with the help of her push-up bra, her cleavage was larger than normal. The dress ran down to her ankles, and had a side slit up to her thigh. She was wearing her black heels 4-inch heels and had a gold slave bracelet around her ankle.. Her hair had been styled in a sweeping up-do, with a few tendrils falling around the sides. Her earrings weren't as dramatic, but like Melissa's they dangled from each lobe, shining and rocking as she walked to Melissa.

"You look magnificent," she said as she held her hand out for Melissa to take. Cynthia helped lift Melissa out of the chair, and then held both of Melissa's hands as she inspected her date. "You look better than magnificent, you look perfect." They hugged and exchanged air kisses so they would not smear their lipstick. "I have a limousine waiting outside, shall we go to dinner?" Cynthia extended her left arm to Melissa. Melissa graciously wrapped her right arm around Cynthia's and followed her to the limousine.

Cynthia assisted Melissa into the limousine, and followed behind her. They sat next to each other and Melissa again took hold of Cynthia's arm. "How was your afternoon?" Cynthia asked.

"Nice. I received a rather thorough waxing, and a rather special massage. It was more than I was expecting."

"It wasn't too much, was it?"

"No, just unexpected."

"Good," said Cynthia, "I paid extra for your treatments. I wanted to put you in the correct mood for the evening. Your hair is beautiful. They did a wonderful job with the ribbon. It matches your jewelry."

"I hope you rented this dress and jewelry," Melissa told her. "They are way too expensive to buy."

"I did buy the dress. Someone as beautiful as you deserves a beautiful dress. But the jewelry I did not buy. It belongs to my mother. They are family heirlooms. Several generations back, her family had money. Most of it was lost in the depression, but the women managed to save some of the jewelry. I asked if I could borrow it for tonight. Do you like the diamonds?"

"Diamonds?" Melissa held the pendant in her hand, "This is a diamond?"

"Yes. You make it look even better than I imagined."

"Oh my gosh," she gushed. "It must be worth a fortune!"

"Maybe not a fortune, but a small house for sure." They both giggled.

"You look beautiful too," Melissa told Cynthia. "If I didn't know better, I would guess that you also spent some time at the salon today."

"I took half a day vacation to prepare for tonight."

"So what is the special occasion? Where are we going?"

"We are going to a four star restaurant located on the 35^th floor of the John Hancock Building. It is very elegant and very expensive."

"How can you afford all of this?" Melissa wanted to know.

"I'll explain everything at dinner. Enjoy the ride for now."

The limousine came to a stop, and the driver walked to their door and held it open. He offered his hand to each girl as they stepped into the canopied drive. "I'll call you on my cell phone when we are on our way down," Cynthia told the driver. Melissa took Cynthia's arm and followed her into the building. Their heels rang out in a loud staccato rhythm on the marble floor as they walked across the lobby to the elevators. Heads turned and followed them into the elevator. Alone in the elevator Melissa snuggled tighter to Cynthia.

When the elevator door opened, the maitre'd was waiting for them. "May," Cynthia said.

"Right this way, Miss May," he responded. He led them into a large room with floor to ceiling windows overlooking Chicago and Lake Michigan. The view was magnificent. He took them to a private table in front of the windows. Bamboo screens were conveniently located around the room to provide extra privacy for some of the tables. He held the chair for each girl as she sat down.

"How is the view? Do you like it?"

"It is phenomenal. Why are we doing this? How can you afford this?"

Cynthia smiled. She was enjoying the moment and the sense of control. She loved to surprise Melissa, and tease her as she slowly explained the situation. "Money is not as critical as I have told you. I received a promotion recently, and I was waiting for the right moment to tell you. It comes with a nice raise. As you know, mom and dad gifted us each $20,000 last January. We used some of yours for your cosmetic surgery. And may I say it was worth every penny. You are so beautiful."

"You're changing the subject, lover."

"But I can't help it. You are a big distraction. Do you know how many people are going to have to go to the chiropractor to fix the whiplash you caused tonight?"

"We caused. I wish I was one tenth as beautiful as you."

"And modest too. I love you Melissa."

"You keep changing the subject," Melissa giggled.

"Money. You are really hung up on money. Are you a gold digger?"

"Of course I am. Isn't every girl?"

"Yes, most are. But we are in a slightly better position than most. Along with my raise and promotion, we have my parents. When I asked for some jewelry, mother asked why I wanted it. When I told her, she said it was time to explain a few other things."

Cynthia stopped to take a sip of water. The waiter had arrived and asked if they would want anything from the bar. "Two glasses of your best Merlot," Cynthia answered.

Melissa waited patiently for the waiter to leave. "What other things?"

"Oh yes, I was talking about mother. Well, she wanted to explain some financial things to me. You see, mom and dad have done rather well financially over the years. Dad made a good living and they had a very modest life style. And dad also had some luck. One of his college buddies became a stockbroker. He convinced dad to take some rather aggressive steps during the gold rush of 1979. Dad was a bit more of a gambler back then. Anyway, mom says that dad made almost one million dollars. He then invested it a bit more conservatively, but intelligently through the 1980s. To make a long story short, we will both receive a $20,000 gift each year from them from now on."

The waiter returned with the wine. He gave each of them a menu. When he left, Melissa opened her menu and saw no prices. "Cynthia, my menu doesn't have any prices."

"I know, I told them to give only me the prices."

"Why?"

"Simple my love, I don't want you to make your selection based on prices. And I don't want you to guess either. Pick what you want and for once don't worry about the price."

"You are bent on spending money, aren't you?"

"Only on you. If it makes you feel any better, I'm not paying for dinner tonight. Your in-laws are paying."

'In-laws?' I thought. "Why?"

"It's a gift. When I asked my mom for the jewelry she insisted on paying for tonight."

"Why?"

"You sound like a 5 year old. Why? Why? Why? I guess I better you tell you why. Because tonight is such a special night, she wanted to be a part of it." Cynthia pushed back her chair and stood. She walked around the table to the opposite side of Melissa. She kneeled down in front of Melissa and held a small jewelry box in front of them. She opened the box to show a wedding ring with a large diamond in a raised setting. "Melissa, will you marry me and become my wife? Will you make me the happiest girl in the world?"

Melissa's eyes started to tear. Her heart skipped a couple of beats. She reached out her hands and took hold of Cynthia's hands and the jewelry box. All she said was, "Yes." She started crying and smiling. Cynthia stood and gave Melissa a gentle kiss on the lips.

Melissa continued to hold the box and ring in her hands, and just look at it. "You know, Sweetie, it looks even better on your finger. May I?" Melissa handed back the box. Cynthia took out the ring, she took Melissa's left hand and slipped the ring on her finger. Melissa just looked at the ring, trying to sniff back tears before they ruined her mascara.

"It's beautiful. Another heirloom?"

"Yes, my grandmother's. Mother was married in it, but put it away after the wedding. She said it was too ostentatious for her. On you, it dims in comparison to your beauty."

"Is this real?"

"It's as real as they get."

"It must be worth a fortune."

"Probably is."

"And you are going to give it to me?"

Cynthia started to laugh. "Yes, I am going to give it to you with the blessings of my mother. This is why mom is paying for dinner. They already have her credit card number. Mom also paid for your afternoon at the salon. It is her gift to you. She was thrilled to hear that I wanted you to join our family, and she wanted to make sure that I didn't mess up."

The waiter returned and Melissa was still sniffling. Cynthia told him to come back in a couple of minutes. Cynthia stood and offered her hand to Melissa. "Let's go to the ladies room and clean up your makeup."

In the rest room, Melissa freshened her makeup. She gave Cynthia a huge hug. Another woman walked in just as Cynthia took advantage of the hug and grabbed Melissa's ass with both hands and pulled their hips together. The other woman gave them a bemused smile and headed to a stall. Cynthia said in a voice loud enough for the woman to hear, "You owe me hot sex tonight, babe." Melissa giggled.

They finally managed to getting around to ordering dinner. Cynthia explained the history of the ring. There were several gaps in her story, and she said that mom could explain the whole story later. Through out dinner, Cynthia couldn't keep her hands off Melissa. She rubbed Melissa's thigh, she brushed her cheek with the back of her hand, and she stroked Melissa's arm when she talked to her. It was obvious to anyone who could see around their privacy screen that these two women were in love with each other.

Cynthia asked Melissa whom she would want as her Maid of Honor. "I'm going to ask Karen. She has been a really special friend. And for my bridesmaids I will ask Suzy and Kristal. Can you imagine if Kristal says yes? An international star in our wedding? Wow. Who will you ask?"

"Valerie will be my Maid of Honor. We decided that fifteen years ago. I'll ask Vickie. I was also want to ask Valerie's brother Sam. When we were kids, we used to put him in a dress and curl his hair all the time. I would like him to wear a dress for me one more time. Is that strange?"

Melissa laughed. "You have to be kidding. With Kristal and me there, how could Sam possibly be strange or out of place? We will make him feel welcome. When do you want to get married? Where? Have you thought about where yet?"

Cynthia took Melissa's hand and held it between hers. "How does next spring sound? Maybe April or May? There is an old non-denominational church about two miles from mom and dad. I'll check with them. It is an old church with a beautiful spire and bell at the top. It is very quaint."

They talked about wedding plans for the rest of dinner. Wedding dresses was the big topic. They agreed that they would both wear identical dresses. During dessert, Cynthia mentioned that there was one other thing she had to tell Melissa. "I told you that I had just received a promotion?" Melissa nodded in agreement. "There is one little catch to it. We have to move to Milwaukee. Is that a problem?"

Melissa broke out in a wide grin. "Near your parents? Near my adopted parents? That will be great. I have no ties to South Bend. I will miss Karen and Suzy, but I will try very hard to make new friends in Milwaukee."

After they had finished dinner, the waiter brought the check and Cynthia signed off on her mother's credit card. "Melissa, there is a great nightclub two stories above us, shall we go grope in public?"

Melissa took Cynthia's arm and followed her towards the exit. When they passed the table with the woman they had seen in the restroom, Melissa gave her a wink. She smiled back. Everyone in the room watched them walk out. When they reached the nightclub, everyone watched them walk in. It was an upscale club, but no one was as upscale as Cynthia and Melissa. The women squinted and the men drooled.

Melissa had always liked the attention she received when dressed as a girl, and tonight was no different. She was walking on clouds thanks to Cynthia's marriage proposal. The ring on her hand felt like it weighed two pounds. It commanded her constant attention. She was worried that it would fly off her finger whenever she raised her hand. But she also wanted everyone in the world to see it. Melissa was in her new element.

They each ordered a wine at the bar, and found a table for two. They sat and talked through a couple of songs, while fending off several different men. A slower song came up on the dance floor. Melissa took Cynthia's arm and followed her onto the dance floor. Melissa wrapped her arms around Cynthia's neck, and Cynthia wrapped her arms around Melissa's waist. They began to slowly move around the dance floor. All eyes were on the two of them. Some obnoxious guys yelled an obscenity. In response, Cynthia slid her hands down Melissa's back and again grabbed her buttocks. Melissa snuggled her head against Cynthia's chest and closed her eyes. There was nothing that could ruin the night for the two of them.

At the end of the dance, Melissa took Cynthia's arm and followed her out the door. When they reached the elevator, Cynthia took out her cell phone and called the limo driver. They were soon on their way back to their hotel room.

Upon reaching their room, Cynthia turned on the bed lights on each side of the king size bed. She locked the door and turned off the rest of the lights in the room. Melissa stood in the middle of the room and waited. Cynthia brought the jewelry box over to Melissa, and she removed her earrings and necklace and laid them in the box. Cynthia set the box on the armoire and returned with the ring box. Melissa placed the wedding ring in the box. Cynthia set the ring box on the armoire and brought another small box to Melissa. They both removed their other rings, Melissa's friendship ring, Cynthia's watch and birthstone ring, and laid them in the box. Cynthia returned that box to the armoire.

Neither said a word. Cynthia walked behind Melissa, and unzipped her dress. Melissa stepped out of the dress, and Cynthia hung it in the closet. Cynthia knelt at Melissa's feet, and removed her shoes. She ran her fingers over Melissa's instep, tickling her feet and sending a tingle up her leg. Cynthia moved behind Melissa and unlaced her corset, then reached around the front of Melissa, unhooked the corset, and removed it. Cynthia dropped the corset on the floor behind the two of them. Next, Cynthia unhooked Melissa's strapless bra and dropped it on top of the corset. Melissa continued to stand in the middle of the room, enjoying the attention and saying nothing. Her eyes were closed, and her breathing was becoming deeper as Cynthia slid Melissa's panties down her legs and freed her penis. Melissa stepped out of the panties. She wore nothing but her thigh high stockings.

Cynthia was still on her knees, after pulling down Melissa's panties. She slid her hands up Melissa's legs and began to stroke the back of Melissa's thighs. Cynthia rose up on her knees and kissed Melissa's penis. She took it in her hands and began to caress it. She stroked it and rubbed it. Melissa began to slowly respond. Cynthia ran her lips up the shaft of Melissa's penis, leaving a sexy streak of red lipstick along its length. She took Melissa's penis in her mouth and sucked and licked it with her tongue. Melissa's hips began to sway, first forward into Cynthia's lips, and then back out of her lips. Slowly forward, slowly backwards. Cynthia's eyes were closed as she let Melissa drive the pace. Melissa's little penis filled Cynthia's mouth as well as her heart.

Cynthia stood, kissed Melissa lightly on her lips and whispered, "Wait here." She quickly brought a glass of water and a pill to Melissa. Melissa took her Viagra pill, and drank the water. Cynthia took away the empty glass, and quickly returned to her lover and held her in her arms. She kissed Melissa hard on the lips, sliding her tongue into Melissa's mouth and rubbing it around Melissa's tongue. Melissa and Cynthia spread their lipstick over each other's lips and mouth. Cynthia pressed her crotch against Melissa's hard penis. She rubbed against Melissa's penis, and felt its warmth against her. Melissa pressed back, swishing her penis first left and then right against Cynthia's smooth dress. The silky smoothness of Cynthia's dress felt exquisite against Melissa's penis.

Cynthia broke away and took a step back. Melissa knew it was her turn, and she walked behind Cynthia and unzipped Cynthia's dress. Cynthia let the dress fall to her feet, and stepped out of it. Melissa took the dress and hung it in the closet. Cynthia waited, her heart beating a hard fast rhythm against her chest. Melissa returned and removed Cynthia's shoes. She stood and walked behind Cynthia and unsnapped Cynthia's bra and threw it aside. Melissa knelt in front of Cynthia and slid her panties down her legs. Cynthia stepped out of the panties. Both girls were wearing nothing but their stockings.

Melissa was still on her knees in front of Cynthia. First, she bent over and kissed Cynthia's feet. She moved higher and kissed Cynthia on each kneecap. Then Melissa ran her hands up Cynthia's stockings and reached Cynthia's buttocks. She grabbed the cheeks and squeezed and massaged them. Melissa rose on her knees and kissed Cynthia on the lips of her vagina. Melissa pushed her nose into Cynthia's lips and inhaled deeply. Cynthia's aroma and pheromones were a strong turn-on. Melissa kissed her over and over, leaving a smear of red lipstick on Cynthia's smooth, hairless skin. Cynthia also had had her pubic hair waxed clean.

Cynthia reached down and put her hand under Melissa's chin. She lifted lightly, encouraging Melissa to stand. She kissed Melissa passionately and said, "Come to bed. I want to make love to you."

Melissa climbed into the middle of the king size bed and lay down. Cynthia crawled between Melissa's legs. She lifted Melissa's legs and pushed them forward and up, until Melissa's thighs were leaning against her breasts. Melissa's penis was totally exposed. It was fully engorged, but looked small and vulnerable against Melissa's clean, smooth skin. Cynthia bent over and began to kiss and lick Melissa's penis. She took it in her mouth and slid her lips up and down the shaft. Melissa's penis was bright red from Cynthia's lipstick. Melissa moaned and squirmed, pushing her shoulders deep into the bed as she pushed her crotch and penis deep into Cynthia's mouth.

Cynthia gave Melissa's penis a lick from scrotum to head, and then moved up on Melissa. Cynthia continued to hold Melissa's legs in their uptight position and leaned against them. She leaned forward and kissed Melissa on her nipples. She took one of Melissa's nipples in her mouth and sucked and licked the tender morsel. Melissa felt shudders run through her body. For the first time ever, Melissa was turned on by the tactile pleasure of Cynthia stimulating her nipples. Cynthia moved from nipple to nipple, coating them in saliva and lipstick. Melissa moaned in pleasure and encouragement for her fiancée.

Cynthia slid her body up Melissa. She reached Melissa's mouth and slid her tongue inside. While kissing Melissa, Cynthia raised her hips and slid them down over Melissa's penis. Melissa's penis easily slid into Cynthia's wet vagina. Cynthia began to slide her hips up and down and stroked Melissa's penis. Melissa began to moan louder. The Viagra was working; Melissa was hard, and she started to raise her hips to meet Cynthia's thrusts. Melissa began to push; to push as hard as she could. She broke her kiss with Cynthia. She was out of breath and breathing hard. She gritted her teeth. She pushed her hips into Cynthia, over and over. Harder and harder. Melissa was on the verge of coming, but couldn't reach her goal. She pushed even harder and faster. Her hands gripped Cynthia's shoulders and squeezed. Her nails dug into Cynthia's flesh as she pushed still harder. Her teeth were clenched as every muscle in her body was tensed and beginning to fatigue. Still, Melissa pushed.

Finally, Melissa came. She reached orgasm and spurted her fluid into Cynthia. She shuddered in ecstasy and then fell back into the bed. She was covered with sweat and totally fatigued. Her lungs tried to catch up. Melissa was spent. The first time she had reached orgasm in several months. It had hurt, but she had loved it. It was the best moment of her life.

Her nipples were erect and more sensitive than she ever remembered. Cynthia leaned back, but still kept Melissa's penis trapped inside her. She could see Melissa's pert nipples and took one in her mouth. Melissa had never been this sensitive and Cynthia could tell by the way Melissa reacted to Cynthia's tongue. It was fun to have so much power over a lover. Cynthia was forcing Melissa to squirm, pushing and pulling her breast in and out of Cynthia's mouth. Cynthia was a true believer in fairness, and switched regularly from right to left to right nipple. She continued to hold Melissa's penis inside her. The Viagra was keeping Melissa's erection, but not much else. Melissa knew she could not achieve another orgasm. But her nipples … her nipples felt exquisite. She wanted Cynthia to continue forever.

Cynthia finally tired. She released Melissa's penis and rolled off, and lay next to her. Cynthia was spent. She had felt Melissa come inside her, and she too had shuddered as her own orgasm had swept through her. Her breath was short, and returning slowly. Neither woman said a word. They both fought to regain their strength and breath. They both felt the warmth of their love flowing through and between their bodies.

After their strength returned, Melissa rolled over to Cynthia and gave her a long passionate kiss. "That was wonderful. Thank you. I haven't felt anything like that in over a year. I loved it. And now, I am going to repay you."

Melissa slid down between Cynthia's legs and began to kiss and caress Cynthia's clitoris. Cynthia looked down at Melissa, and smiled. Melissa's up-do was still intact, and Cynthia was thrilled. She loved the sight of the soft and feminine Melissa, lying between her legs and beginning to bring Cynthia back to heaven. Cynthia closed her eyes and leaned back as the pleasure began to flow through her again. She knew that for the rest of her life, she would never tire of seeing Melissa between her legs, and feeling the warm wetness of her tongue and lips.

Cynthia's dream was coming true.

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