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A series of stories with TG themes, dedicated to women, and to men who like women, and especially those who like to be women (which includes me!)

 

Z is for Zoë, aka 'Thanks for the memory'

by Bethany Jacques

 

My name is Zoë. Sometimes. At least that's how I like to think of myself. A sexy name for a sexy lady. Again, that's how I like to think of myself. For the last 18 years or so I have lived a sort of a double life. Most of the time I'm Alan, a guy who works in the medical profession - let's just say that shall we so the GMC don't find out - and some of the time I'm Zoë. I hadn't been able to dress much at all while Harriet was alive but in the ten years since her death I'd done so more and more. Initially as some sort of therapy really.

Withdrawing into Zoë and allowing my feminine side to come to the fore did indeed relax me and help me to overcome the problems of losing my wife so young and of being in a responsible, stressful occupation. Nobody knew, of course, not even my parents or my late wife. Actually, not no-one.

Jeff and Marie knew, my closest friends and also my next-door neighbours. Since Harriet had passed away they'd become even more friendly, helping me a lot through the early years even though they'd only recently moved in when she died. I'd 'come out' to them simply because they'd shared so many of their problems with me and it only seemed right. We'd managed to help each other and just before my birthday Marie had confessed they wanted to give me a special birthday present.

"Alan, please, let us. You've been a brilliant friend and - well - you know - we owe you a lot."

She was hesitant about speaking about it and I know why. Again, the GMC. If they knew about it we'd all have been in trouble. Basically I'd abused my position of trust at the hospital to help Marie and Jeff. After they'd been trying for a baby for about six years without success, and gone through all the IVF they could afford, I'd sneaked a look at Jeff's and Marie's records. And, totally unofficially because I'd known damn well that the NHS wouldn't fund it and they couldn't afford the private route, I'd 'borrowed' a couple of items over one weekend after discovering a paper in a medical journal about a revolutionary and slightly odd procedure which had surprisingly good success.

So I'd assembled a couple of specialist items of medical equipment, and a sample of a drug not available in this country, and a sample of Jeff's sperm. And in a couple of hours with Marie lying on her back with her legs in the air one weekend - with Jeff in attendance of course, he'd even operated the microwave oven - I'd tried the so-called unconventional procedure. I'd have been struck off if anyone had found out. It had been a long shot but it had worked! Marie got pregnant. Jeff and I got smashed the night we found out, and Marie had a sherry and several tomato juices to celebrate.

Their GP had been amazed, though delighted. The procedure left no trace and his only comment had been to say that Jeff had been incredibly lucky impregnating her 'by the usual method'. As my birthday approached Marie had warned me they were keen to do something special for me, but I'd been hesitant, telling them to save their money for 'Little' which is what they were calling him or her. Marie was three months gone by then and they were being very careful. Absolutely everything seemed totally normal though and we were all hopeful it would all go to plan.

"Don't worry, Alan. We've spent a bit on your treat but not a lot. Do you trust us?" Marie had asked the night before the actual birthday day.

"Of course I do" was my reply.

"OK. So, you've got tomorrow afternoon and evening off work? No surprise call-outs?"

"No. Everything's covered. Bar a national medical emergency, I shouldn't be beeped. I should finish at two, be home about half past."

"Right. I'll be round at about three. OK?"

"What about Jeff?" I asked.

"You'll see him later" she replied. She was teasing me, but I didn't know why.

I arrived home from work after slight traffic problems just after a quarter to three. Marie was there already, she'd let herself in. We're emergency key-holders for each other of course. She was sitting in the lounge, sipping what she liked to call 'a Bloody Mary without the vodka'. She smiled at me strangely, indeed rather wickedly. There were several bags on the dining table behind her.

"What's going on?"

"We decided, Alan. Zoë should share today. I'm going to give you the make-over to end all make-overs!"

"Christ, Marie, you might have warned me."

"We decided not to so you couldn't chicken out. So, Alan, strip. Bathroom. And don't worry, you've seen me naked, in fact we've been way more intimate than just me being naked on that one occasion. I need you to strip so I can do this properly."

"Hell, Marie. What about Jeff?"

"He knows, and he also knows this is in a good cause. So, jump to it. No excuses. You know you want to do this. You said last week you haven't been able to cross-dress for months, well, tonight's the night. So. Strip."

Marie was right, I had been suffering some sort of 'withdrawal symptoms'. They were the only people who knew of my secret, and I realised it would give them pleasure to do something like that for me. Basically, a very unconventional birthday present in return for a most unusual medical intervention. It sounds odd put like that but it made just a small amount of sense.

I smiled at Marie, and grinned. I trusted them, I realised again I could get banned from practicing for what I was about to say to someone who was basically a patient.

"Hell Marie. OK. But I warn you, I'm hard already!"

"Slut!" she said and grinned widely herself. "Come on then. Strip!!"

I walked through into my bedroom and peeled off my shirt, pausing only then but only briefly to wonder if this was a good idea. But. Marie had called me 'slut'. That settled it, I so wanted to do it. She'd helped me dress in the past a couple of times though only in a small way. A woman's contribution was bound to end up with a better result. OK, so I was convinced. I did as she'd asked, I stripped, then padded along to the bathroom. I heard the shower running as I approached the door, Marie was in there already.

I could hear that she'd put on some music on the stereo in the lounge, a rather lush strings sound was pervading the house.

"Just to get you in the mood. But - just in case you were wondering, there'll be no lesbian action here tonight! I've got to be careful, 'Little', you know."

She was teasing me but I didn't mind, it all added to the air of mystery surrounding whatever Marie had planned.

"I wouldn't dream of it, darling" I joked.

At which point Marie started on what she referred to as her own 'unusual procedure'. She had me jump in the shower and cover myself with a depilatory cream. 'To make your body as smooth as a baby's bottom' she had said. As if that wasn't enough I then lay for a quarter of an hour in a very hot tub of water, 'to clean out your pores, so you can absorb the oils' she told me. After which, thoroughly smoothed and cleaned I lay on a thick towel on the bed while Marie massaged a richly fragrant oil into my whole body - except that I myself did 'those bits'. Somehow my erection didn't seem to bother me, I was trying to think in 'Zoë' mode and as a woman Zoë couldn't have an erect penis, could she?

I sat up and Marie started to paint my toenails, taking great care applying a bright red varnish. I'd only ever done my toenails a couple of times before, and having them done by a woman was indeed rather a thrill. She did a good job. Then while the varnish drying Marie stuck onto my hands the longest pair of false fingernails I'd ever worn, well over an inch and a half long, and then with equal care she painted then in the same bright red. I've always thought that wearing nail polish was one of those essential extras that just help create the feminine feel, and going that far on that occasion really was a thrill for me.

Then we moved over to the dresser and Marie began to apply a foundation cream to my face and round onto my neck a little. I was still only wearing a towel round my waist, thankfully my erection had begun to calm down even though my continued 'beautification' as Marie called it as she proceeded was still producing quite some excitement.

She surprised me by producing, from a small bag she'd brought into the bedroom with her, a set of false eyelashes which she then proceeded to glue into place. OK so I'd painted my toenails but false eyelashes I'd never tried. Then after she'd finished with mascara and eyeshade and eyeliner, and applied a very effective eyebrow pencil, I began to realise that my own previous attempts had been quite amateurish. I'd looked - OK - but Marie was way better at this than I'd imagined. She applied a little blusher to my cheeks, than asked me what I was thinking.

"You're enjoying this, aren't you?"

"Well, Alan, when I was a girl I used to enjoy putting my Mum's make-up on my dolls. And when I've finished, well, if it continues to go this well, you really are going to be a doll!"

I imagined myself dressed and made up, sitting in the lounge with Jeff and Marie all tarted up. It felt good. Hell, I wondered if they wanted me to go next door with them even? I could do that, in the dark, nobody would see surely. That would be yet another thrill.

"OK Alan. Time to become Zoë! Lie down on the bed, time for your tits!"

I giggled but ten minutes later, when I sat up and inspected the result, I was amazed. Marie had seen my breast-forms before though usually I'd just slid them into a bra. I'd never actually gone as far as sticking them on before. I had the special adhesive, I'd just not had the opportunity to use it. But Marie had sprayed and positioned and stuck my basically D-cup boobs onto my chest and then spent some time applying a little make-up round the edges to blend their colour and texture with my own skin. I was delighted with the result, and realised the 'make-over to end all make-overs', as Marie had put it, was going way further than I'd imagined.

Indeed, things were beginning to get really serious by then, I realised I was moving into another stage in my make-over. I gulped when she reached into yet another bag and removed a tiny black G-string! . The back was no wider than a piece of string and the front was so incredibly sheer. I slid my towel off - after turning my back on her of course - and slid it up my legs, pulling it high over my hips and 'tucking' as effectively as I could. The feeling of the string excited me and I walked around the bed and back, the movement making me want to sway my hips.

"That feels incredible, Marie." It did. I'd worn some exotic lingerie before, what tranny hasn't, but this was so different.

"It looks good too!" She was grinning at me.

She held out a matching black bra and helped me to slide my arms through the straps and position the bra cups round my breast-forms.

"Most men seem to like big tits, Zoë. This is a 38-EE bra - and it only just holds them!" I stared incredulously into the mirror at the deep dark cleavage Marie had created.

"Wow!" was all I could say.

"Wow indeed!" she replied, holding a hand out to lead me back to the stool by the dresser as she took out the new pair of 10 denier hold-up stockings with lace tops. I rolled the first one on and took extreme care not to ladder it, then the second. I looked down, my red toes were clearly visible through the reinforced toes on the stockings.

Then Marie, as if she hadn't surprised me enough, amazed me. She produced from a long cover the most gorgeous glitzy black dress I'd ever seen.

"Streuth, Marie, I can't...."

"Yes you can Zoë. You look good already. When I've finished with you, and in this dress, you are going to look drop-dead gorgeous. I promise. Now, come on, let's see just how this does look."

I stood as Marie slid the dress over my head and pulled it into place, zipping it up the back and then adjusting the low-cut bodice over my 'tits'. I'd rarely worn a dress before, and never one like that. The dress was tight, the sleeves were long and sheer, the hem was - a considerable distance above my knees! I gasped at my reflection. OK so I wasn't finished yet but the dress looked lovely, clinging and followed my curves. The neck was pretty low and exposed quite an amount of flesh and flesh-looking upper boobs.

Marie put on a silver chain with a pretty locket over my head, I delighted in seeing it nestling between my breasts. Then she produced a handful of dress rings and slid two onto my right hand and three onto my left. The large pair of silver-look earrings she clipped into place gave my face a distinctly more feminine appearance. I'd nearly done, or at least Marie had. She led me back to the dresser for my lipstick, a bright red of course to match my nail polish.

"Right girl, nearly done. Now you need to smell as beautiful as you look. This is mine, it's Jeff's favourite." She sprayed a fine mist of perfume onto my neck, under my arms, between my 'boobs', just a small spray each time. The odour was light, exotic, and definitely feminine.

"Now, Zoë. This gave us some problems but I think we've cracked it. Now, don't complain, these did cost some money but believe me, they're worth it."

She was holding what was obviously a shoebox. She opened it. If the sexy black dress had surprised me, the shoes positively delighted me. Black, shiny, ever-so high heels, really spiked stilettos, a tranny's dream.

"I thought you'd like something open-toed, Zoë, show off your painted toenails. I hope you don't think six inch spikes heels are too slutty for this outfit. Jeff hadn't any idea really, so I chose a pair with three straps across the foot and an open back. The heels look really sexy, I think, enough to really show of the shape of your legs and give them a really elegant appearance. What do you think?"

I looked. I stood and I walked round, I loved them!

"OK then Zoë, enough posing and admiring yourself. We've only the wig to sort out. And I won't have it any other way, it's got to be the big hair. I know you've said before it didn't look convincing but with exotic make-up like that and with that dress, it's just got to be the big high curly wig, not the short bob. Come on, sit."

I did. Marie insisted I turn away from the mirror while she combed and brushed it into place. She stood back, and gaped.

"There, done. Grab that black handbag, you need to put a few things in it, lipstick and mascara and so on. It's time to leave."

I stared at her. "Leave? Why? I mean, I thought, you said Jeff was busy. I thought he'd be coming round of course, to see how you've done."

"No, he's staying in tonight."

"Sorry, I don't get it."

"He's entertaining a gorgeous visitor. If it was anyone else looking like you do, Zoë, I'd be insanely jealous. But it is you. Now. Can I be honest?"

She was looking me up and down as I continued to walk round a little picking up things to put into my handbag and getting a great buzz from seeing the 'woman' I'd become in the mirror. I wasn't at all sure what Marie was going to say.

"OK then. Go on."

"Right. In daylight, Zoë, or in a pub or wherever, you might not quite pass as a woman. I have to be honest."

I was thrilled with her words. 'Might not quite pass...' That was good enough for me. I'd appreciated her comments and help on previous occasions but this time she really had excelled herself. I knew I couldn't do '100% woman', but whatever percentage she'd achieved, it was much bigger than I or we had ever done before.

"Marie, I know that."

"But you do look stunning. And Jeff is going to love the 'look', believe me."

"What about you?" I asked.

Marie reached down to her own capacious handbag and pulled out a ball of wool and two knitting needles.

"I'm going to sit downstairs and watch a soppy film on DVD on your big TV screen, and get on with this. And you're going to have a wonderful time. So. Come on. Time to go. It's dark outside now, none of the neighbours will see. Good job too, if they see you looking like that turning up next door they'll think Jeff is having an affair!"

At my front door, just before I was about to leave, I thanked Marie for her efforts. I probably went overboard and was too effusive in expressing my gratitude, she began to cry just a little. Not surprising really, her hormones were starting to go all over the place with her pregnancy. Then, suddenly, I was outside the door. Marie smiled and closed it. I was on my own, outside, well-and-truly tarted up, with the twenty or so yards to cover along my drive, round the corner, and up to next door's front door. I breathed in deeply. 'Go for it girl' I thought.

I turned and breathed in deeply again. That twenty yards or so was wonderful, striding out as far as my tight short dress would allow, just feeling the delight of putting one stiletto-heeled foot in front of the other, enjoying all the traditional tranny thrills of being 'out'. My breasts were bouncing, my hair and earrings were swinging in the very slight breeze. It was a warmish night though, I revelled in the sensation of exposing my substantial bosom to the elements, showing off my feminine assets. I walked down to my gate and then up the next-door path.

I arrived at the door of number 19 and pressed the doorbell. I waited. The outside light came on! Suddenly I was afraid, I could see the headlines. 'Respected doctor found dressed as a tart' or something like that. I reached to press the doorbell button again, but before my red-nailed finger reached the button, the door opened.

Jeff stood there, resplendent in the dress suit he'd worn for the New Year's party the previous year, looking very handsome I suppose, bow tie, white shirt, the lot. I smiled and quickly stepped in.

"Good evening, Jeff. You do look good tonight. Seems I'm not the only one dressed up!"

Jeff didn't say anything, he was staring. I could tell, he wasn't acting, wasn't just doing it for my benefit.

"Gee, Zoë. You look gorgeous!" He meant it. Marie had done a brilliant job, we both knew, and I was thrilled. He leant over to kiss me lightly on the cheek and took my hand. We walked down the hall towards the lounge, and he told me yet again that I looked fantastic.

"Thanks, Jeff. I mean that" I said, as we stood facing each other in the lounge. He was still staring. I'd recovered somewhat from the euphoria of my slight stroll from next door, and smiled at him.

"Well, aren't you going to get a girl a drink?" I asked.

"Hell, yes."

Jeff was flustered, I think he'd been expecting something dramatic but I'm sure he hadn't anticipated quite the transformation he was seeing before him. He crossed the room, returning with a gin-and-tonic and a large scotch for himself. I took my drink, sipped it a little, and stood there. Jeff looked me up and down, from my big blonde hair, down past my exotically made-up face and my bulging breasts, past my hips and to my stocking-clad legs and my stiletto-heeled feet.

"Do you like?" I asked twisting on my heels.

"You look so sexy, Zoë" was his simple reply.

We sat down side-by-side on the sofa, and sipped our drinks, him again thanking me for what I'd done to help Marie, me saying what a thrill it was to be able to be 'Zoë' again and how delighted I was with what Marie had achieved.

As I sat, shifting round a little in the unaccustomed grip of such a tight short dress, my dress began to ride a little way up my leg. Jeff was speechless and staring at my legs from thigh to toe. He put an arm round me!

"Jeff, you don't have to...."

"Zoë, hell, I don't have to but I want to! You really do look unbelievably sexy, I'd not be a man if I didn't make a move on you."

"What do you mean by..... Oh!"

His arm had slid round my waist, he leaned over and began to nuzzle my neck.

"Oh Jeff, that feels so good. Really, oh my! Look, please, you really don't have to...."

I was staring into his eyes as I was trying to push him away, it didn't seem necessary, it didn't seem right. But I saw a look in his eyes.

"Zoë, I never thought it would happen. But - you are driving me crazy" he said.

I couldn't help it, suddenly I wanted to. I leaned towards him, my very first time in such proximity to a man in such a romantic situation, I slid my creamy red lips across his ear, and teased it slightly with my tongue. This wasn't in the script but hell, we were writing the script as we went along. Jeff moaned a deep moan of enjoyment.

"Is that OK?" I asked, slightly breathlessly.

"It's wonderful!" he exclaimed. His hand slid down onto the top of my thigh. I just had to do it. I kissed him. Just once, just briefly, just lightly. I moved my head away from his and smiled.

"Thanks Jeff. That was - very nice."

"Very nice? VERY NICE? What kind of compliment is that for a guy who's just kissed you?" Jeff was teasing me, I could tell. But the roles were wrong, I was supposed to be the flirty one, I was supposed to be teasing him. Oh well, if he wanted to play it that way...

I moved my mouth in closer towards his and whispered, in as sexy a sort-of feminine voice as I could manage, "So, do you think we can improve on that?"

"What do you....Mmmm!"

It was Jeff's turn to be surprised. OK so like any tranny I'd dreamed of in some way kissing a man, being feminine in his presence, flirting with him even. But I never imagined I'd end up doing it with one of my neighbours, one of my best friends. But I did. I slid a hand round his shoulders and pulled him towards me, tilting my head a little to allow my lips to touch his, and to stay in touch this time. I did more than caress them lightly, I started to work on his lips with mine, to tease them open, to slide my tongue into his mouth, all the while pulling his body closer to mine and sliding my long nylon-clad left leg over his thigh. I wasn't just kissing, I was necking, and it was a wonderful feeling.

And it became even more intense when I realised that Jeff's hand had slid down and was gripping the inside of my left thigh, stroking and fondling and manipulating it as his hand moved higher to encounter the tops of my stockings. Suddenly we both parted. In my own case and in Jeff's as well I think, it wasn't because I wanted to, it was because I thought I should.

"Wow, Jeff. That was - something else."

I sat back, rearranging the hem of my dress, looking at him. He was doing some re-adjusting too, I realised! It was the contents of his trousers he was having to re-arrange. I admit I was suffering there too a little, my own cock was tightly trapped by my G-string but it was straining too.

"That was amazing, Zoë. I've never ever kissed a woman - like you, I mean. I didn't think I'd want to, didn't think I could, but - well, like you said. Wow!"

I was smiling at him. He was clearly embarrassed and I suppose I was as well in a way. But there was something else, for both of us, it had been a rather enjoyable experience.

"I think, Jeff, for safety's sake, it might be a good idea if we get ourselves another drink and just watch the end of the football."

"Good idea" said Jeff, getting up to go and fetch the remote.

I refreshed our glasses, another scotch for Jeff and a large g-and-t for me. I needed it. We sat on the sofa again, still side-by-side but separated by something intangible, and watched the last twenty minutes of the football. It was just before the end when I realised Jeff's hand had crept along the back of the sofa and was settling against my shoulder again. It just seemed the right thing to do - I snuggled up to him as he caressed my arm.

"Hmmm, that's nice, Jeff."

"Yes it is."

As the match finished he squeezed my shoulder, I just moved across again and slid a hand down the side of his face. I didn't ask, I just gently laid my lips against his again, and basically we carried on where we had left off. Within a minute the kissing had turned into necking, within another minute it was heavy petting as our lips an tongues wrestled in a more-than-passionate embrace. When I felt Jeff's hand slid up to caress my breasts I realised this was going so much further than either of us had intended. I needed to call a halt, I knew that, but I didn't want to.

"Jeff?" I asked when we finally came up for air. I was still stroking his arm, revelling in the sight of my long red nails caressing his muscles through his shirt. I kissed him lightly again. "What about Marie? What would she say?"

He stopped fondling my boobs and stared deeply into my eyes. "When we were discussing tonight, she just said 'I trust you'. She left it at that."

"She didn't say - you know?"

"No. Basically we both knew we were heading into unknown territory. The real point, Zoë, is to give you a good time."

"What about you, Jeff?"

"I'm having one hell of a time!"

And we kissed again. I couldn't help it, his erection was obvious, there was a large bulge in the front of his trousers. I looked him in the eyes, questioningly, as I unbuckled his belt and reached for the zip on his trousers.

"Oh yes, Zoë, darling. Please" he implored.

I pulled the zip down and pushed my hand through, finding the gap in his boxers and freeing his trapped and bulging cock. I looked, I stared, I admired.

"My God, Jeff, that is so beautiful."

And as a small drop of pre-cum began to leak out onto Jeff's cock-head I leaned down and removed it with my tongue. Jeff whimpered. I looked towards him again, it was my turn to implore him. Would he, could he, allow me to .....?

He didn't say no. He was just moaning gently as my fingers caressed his gorgeous erect cock. I bent my head down again and slid my lips over his bulging cock-head, sliding my lips down the shaft and revelling in the sensation of a living, breathing cock deep in my mouth. I sucked and teased, Jeff was so aroused that within seconds his cock was bucking and he was shooting hot cum deep into my mouth. I hadn't time to think I just hungrily swallowed it, appreciating every drop.

I looked at Jeff, he looked at me. "Zoë, I want you!"

I stood up. and slid my dress from my shoulders to reveal my sheer G-string and my bulging bra. I took Jeff by the hand and lead him to his bedroom. I sat him on the bed. He was still wearing his shirt, so I began unbuttoning it. While I was doing this Jeff's hands were all over my arse pinching and squeezing. I got his shirt off then dropped to my knees to remove his socks. Jeff was now sat naked before me

I guided his hard cock to my hole and slowly lowered onto it. I could see Jeff's eyes look towards the sky as he felt the head of his cock enter my tight hole. I held his cock there and slowly circled my hips. I could see this was driving Jeff crazy.

"Fuck me....Fuck me NOW" I yelled

I just continued to slowly circle with only the head of his cock in my arse.

"Oh yes, yes, YES!!" Jeff yelled.

He could take no more and I felt him ram his cock hard into my hole. I yelped as he filled me with his full 8 inches. He held the cheeks of my arse in his hands and pumped into me all the way in and then nearly all the way out.

"Take my arse, my darling. Fuck me" I encouraged

Jeff was beyond words and just kept driving his hard cock into me. I knew he would not last long. He was lost in the feeling of fucking my arse. I took my cock in my hand and began to wank. I am not sure if Jeff even noticed what I was doing, he was growling like a caged animal and furiously fucking me. I felt him push even further into me and I knew it was time, I lent back to let him go as deep as he wanted and began to quickly rub my hand back and forth on my own cock.

The first spurts of cum splashed inside me and Jeff shouted out. I let myself go and began shooting my own semen over his chest. Jeff pumped into me another 7 or 8 times before his whole body went limp and I crashed down on top of him. We laid like that for several minutes before I got up and stood by the bed.

Jeff was asleep. He was snoring quietly, with a wide satisfied smile on his face. I felt pretty good too, the whole event had come to an incredible climax leading to satiation for two people, Jeff and I. A man and a woman, both extremely happy after an unbelievable sexual union. I padded quietly away from the bed and along to the bathroom where I did what I needed to and got myself somewhat cleaned up. I redid my make-up a little and got dressed again. Back in the bedroom Jeff was still snoring, and still smiling. III looked in the mirror at the provocatively-attired 'woman' I could see and smiled to myself. As a 'thank-you' from the two of them that evening has to rate as one of the most unconventional and at the same time as one of the most successful..

I slipped on my heels and, again quietly so as not to disturb my sleeping lover, descended the stairs and grabbed my handbag before heading out of the door and round to my own house. I let myself in quietly, not wanting to disturb Marie, and found her sitting wide awake with her knitting and watching the very end of an old film on the TV. She noticed me enter and turned slightly in her chair.

"Well Zoë?"

"Well" was all I could say at first.

"Did you have a good time?"

"I did, sure. A brilliant time."

"And Jeff?"

I had to grin as I Replied. "He seemed to have a good time too. He's asleep. Snoring."

"With a smile on his face?"

"A wide smile, yes."

"So - er, Zoë. Did you .... you know?"

I knew Marie would have found out, and from the tone in her voice I was sure she wouldn't mind. Like I said, a very unconventional thank-you from the both of them.

"We did Marie. We had sex. It was - mind-boggling!"

Marie picked up her knitting, came over towards me and gave me a kiss on the cheek, and moved towards the door.

"Good" was all she said.

We both knew it wouldn't happen again, not with Jeff at least. That had been a one-off, no way could I envisage any of the three of us wanting to repeat the process. But still, from my point of view, I was pretty certain that I'd be in some way re-visiting the scenario not too far in the future with a different man. I hadn't any idea who, but it would most definitely happen.

And it did. More than once over the next few months. But after that I did indeed calm down in my tranny sexual activities, I had to. Marie had a daughter, very successful, very normal birth and she and Jeff were clearly over the moon by some considerable distance. I was asked to be a God-father - no, NOT a God-mother! But after that I knew I had to be careful. As my God-daughter grew up I knew I would need to be sure she wasn't subjected to any sort of weird or extreme behaviour from her God-father next door. A long time in the future, maybe, when she was able to understand what cross-dressing is about and to put it into its proper context, I just might tell her.

But not yet. I'd helped to bring her into the world, I still am incredibly proud of having been able to do that. And I was determined to make sure that nothing, absolutely nothing, would hinder the proper development of my only God-daughter, of sweet little Zoë Claire.

 

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