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"When we moved to this neighborhood I quit with other men for a
while.  We were women living together, and I tried hard to be
faithful to my partner.  But then when you had your facial surgery,
you were laid up for weeks, bandaged?  Remember?  How you couldn't
go down on me?  Well, I felt horny one night and went out and
picked up a stud at a bar, and we fucked all night.  And I've done
that now and then ever since.  Until Scott.  I'm faithful to Scott. 
I always will be, I think.  He's all the man I need!"

"You made me ... what I am just because you wanted a live-in
lesbian partner to play with along with your men?"

"Honey," she said patiently, a little wearily I thought.  "I wanted
a girlfiend, yes.  Someone who shared my interests.  And I wanted
the sex too, of course.  But the main reason why I made you a woman
is fairly obvious now, isn't it?  Soon after we were married I
thought I could get better fucked elsewhere.  A lot better fucked. 
And that turned out to be true."

That settled me back down.  

"You really are my best girlfiend, now.  But you were never much of
a man."

She reached out and took my hands and clasped them in hers.  "Aww,
now I've hurt his feelings.  But you shouldn't have those feelings
any more, baby!  You're what you wanted to be!  You've practically
agreed with me again tonight that you like things this way.  That
you love what you are.  Your new hairdo, for openers.  And don't
you love the feelings that rise up in you when I'm sucking and
licking those plump breasts?  The way those feelings melt and merge
into your whole body?"  

"And the other things, not just sex!  Don't you love choosing what
outfits you'll wear, and what accessories, so you'll look just
right for any occasion?  You're very good at it, you know, and you
enjoy it, I know!  Isn't there special satisfaction in knowing
you're as nice looking as you can be?  And don't you love giving
full vent to your deepest, dearest, most heartfelt emotions, the
way any woman can, instead of suppressing them the way men feel
they must?  You're a woman in your heart now, Leslie, nearly. 
That's why I feel so close to you!  That's the closeness to you
I've wanted from the beginning!  It's special!  Very different from
the way I feel about Scott."

"Suppose I go back," I said resentfully.  "And have my breasts
removed, and get testosterone shots, ramp up my natural production,
be more of a man again.  More the way I was."

She looked at me a little reproachfully.  "Honey, let me say it in
the plainest of plain words.  You can't.  It won't happen.  Your
testicles have shut down.  They're almost gone -- why do you think
they tuck so easily these days?  And your penis is now what, the
size of your little finger -- you've seen it.  Could you be a man
now?  If you could, you'd hate it.  But you can't.  There's no
going back."  

"That's why I'm urging you, sweetheart, go the other way!  Really,
you're only one step short of the goal.  Have a vagina installed
and be done with it.  One of your very own, to dispose however you
wish."  She looked intently at me.  "To use the way I've used mine. 
The way any woman can, and no husband can ever really tell.  You'll
be so much happier!  Complete yourself, honey!" 

Oddly, at that moment she sounded like my wife, the woman I
married, concerned and caring!

"All right, I'll think about it," I said.  "But I don't think I'm
ready for it.  I'm willing to be your Maid of Honor, but I can't
promise you anything else."  

I disengaged my hands from hers and looked down.  It was time to
part.  I felt sad.  Sorrowful, in fact.  "I guess I should go home
now, April.  When do you think we can see each other again?"  

"Honey, no, not yet.  There's just a little bit more we need to
talk about."

"What?"

"Two things, really,  First of all Scott.  I told you he has no
objection to our keeping up our friendship, as long as it's a
friendship between two girls.  Well, his agreement to all this --
our continuing to see each other, your being my Maid of Honor,
everything -- is conditional.  He knows you'd never agree to a
vagina right off.  But he wants proof positive, absolute assurance,
that you're now my girlfriend and no way my husband."  

"He knows you're no rival physically.  He can tell that the way I
react when that fat cock of his shoves into me.  I shriek, and my
moaning comes to crescendo almost immediately.  It's obvious to him
I get nothing like that at home.  But he needs to know you harbor
no bad feelings toward him.  That there's no jealous husband left
in you.  That you don't feel competitive in some way.  That you
wish him well.  That you're truly my girlfriend wishing us both
well.  So we've thought of a test."

"What?  For me to place your wedding band around his cock and guide
it into your pussy with my own hand?  Is that it?"

Oh no, that won't be necessary Leslie.  Just to do something for
him no ex-husband would ever do for the rival who's replaced him. 
Though a girlfriend might."

What's that?"

"Now hear me out, Leslie!"

"All right.  What?  What do I need to do?"

"Not a lot.  A gesture, really.  A blow job.  Just for you to give
him a blow job.  To swallow his sperm from the source instead of
from my pussy.  It really isn't much more than you've already done. 
It's what girls do.  To show him unequivocally that you want him to
be happy, by making him feel good.  To show you bear him no animus. 
To show me that you desire his happiness too.  To prove it to me!" 


She grinned maliciously.  "Then again, I do think you'd enjoy it,
sucking his cock.  Once you get past the idea of it.  I do."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing! "While you watch?" I asked
sarcastically?

"Oh, no, that wouldn't be decent.  You two need privacy for
something like that.  But he does need to know who you are and who
you aren't.  A girlfriend, not a man at all!  He doesn't think any
man would be willing to wrap his mouth around his wife's lover's
penis.  Of course Fran's husband does it, she tells me, with
several of her lovers.  But he's a special case, and it took her a
while to get him there."  

She paused, looking across the restaurant, back toward the lobby. 
I followed her eyes.  There was a rugged looking, rather handsome
man in the entrance hall now talking to the Maitre D', who pointed
at our table.  He started toward us, but April suddenly held up a
palm to him.  He stopped short, nodded, and then sat down at the
bar, looking over at us now and then.

"That's my man, sweetie!  Don't you just love him?  Feel a teenie
bit tempted to flirt with him?  I want you two to meet.  We both
want to get this matter settled now, tonight.  But first, there's
one more thing.  Please listen, it's serious."

"What?" I asked her.  "He wants to fuck me up the ass, too?  To
assure himself there are no jealous feelings hidden up there
either?"

"No, he doesn't want to.  In fact he made a face when I suggested
it.  But he's willing, because I want him to.  And I want you to
let him.  That's my test.  That's what I need to know my girlfriend
knows.  The joy of fucking while being fucked, of submitting to a
man while he pleasures you.  The man in you won't want to do it, of
course, but I think the woman in you will love it!  You'll need to
know how it feels if only to make a fully informed decision about
turning in your prick for a functioning vagina."  

I was silent.  I couldn't look her in the eye.

"It's such a weenie, you know!"

She wasn't taunting me.  Just stating a fact.

"Just look him over, my gorgeous man over there!  Isn't he a
dreamboat?  If as a woman you can allow him into both of your
openings, if that's at all possible, then we have no problem,
Leslie.  Because you'll have proved that you have no problem.  So
I want you to go with him.  Now.  Is that clear?"

I was silent.

"Is it?"  She looked grim, and picked up her purse.  "Is there a
problem?  Leslie?  Is this how we say goodbye to each other?"

"No, April.  Please!"  I sounded as anguished as I felt. 

"I mean now, upstairs, in this hotel.  We've reserved a room for
the two of you to use."

I said nothing.  She looked for a long time into my eyes,  while I
struggled to find something to say.  Then she just said, "Good!" 
and raised a forefinger, and gestured to the man seated at the bar. 
He stood up and moved to join us.

"I think I'll pass up dessert, honey.  I'll stop by the hospital to
check on a few things, and meet you both in the Jockey's Bar off
the hotel lobby in about an hour.  Let's say two.  That should be
time enough."

She rose and headed for the Ladies' Room.  Her man grinned to her
in passing.  Then as he approached me, he smiled gently.  I looked
up at him, wide-eyed, and I nervously touched my hair. I tried to
smile back, but couldn't. "So you're Leslie," he said.  "I've heard
so many good things about you!"  He held out his hand. 

                      ***************

The longest two hours of my life later, I stepped out of the
elevator into the hotel lobby and waddled toward the Jockey's Bar. 
I stopped first at the Ladies' to pick up a tampon, so my favorite
black, silver threaded shift wouldn't get as soaked and stained as
my panties despite the Kleenex I'd stuffed into them.  And I fixed
my make-up.  Sure enough, my mussed hair fell into place when I
combed it with my fingers a few times.

I hurt.  My jaw a little, and my rear end a lot, but my pride most
of all.  Now, as April would have said, I'd graduated from
finishing school.

That man had fucked my mouth twice in quick succession.  The first
time I'd rounded my mouth and cloaked my teeth with my lips --
"Don't bite!" he'd cautioned me in a strained gutteral at one point
-- and I'd closed my eyes and I'd sucked on his pole until I felt
his pelvis rear up and pump cum into the back of my throat.  I
tried to feel dainty doing this, to feel like April's girlfriend,
but all I felt was a little soiled.  

Then during the second blow job I found my mind was wandering, it
had begun to seem so routine, so ordinary.  So accustomed.  Not
thinking much about it, I slid my lips up and down him while his
large hands pressed tenderly at the sides of my head, holding my
new hairdo tight against my ears while he headfucked me.  My tongue
slipped past the irregular ridges of his veins, and the rubbery
edge of his cockhead.  I scarcely noticed when he came this time --
I'd gotten accustomed to the salty taste and slick feel --  and I
quaffed it down almost absent-mindedly.  And resisted feeling
grateful that he'd finished, that it was done with.  In fact as
he'd approached his climax it had crossed my mind that if I were to
slow down and hold him off just a little bit longer, I could get
him to do ... what?  Something April might not find forgiveable,
when she heard about it.  But instead, as he speeded up, I picked
up the pace myself, and when the time came swallowed his squirting
effortlessly 

I suppose now I'm qualified, a full-fledged woman, I thought to
myself.  So Scott now can't object to my seeing April.  He looked
satisfied enough with me as he helped me up off my knees and asked
me now to lie face down on the bed with my rear end raised high on
pillows.

As he explained, he was low on juice, so I should expect that he'd
be working his short but incredibly thick cock in and out of my
asshole for quite a while.  He suggested I enjoy it, he knew I
would, but to be sure to let him know if anything hurt.  In fact it
was nearly an hour before he finally shot his sperm into me a third
time.  

He'd been lavish, slathering on the jelly, but no turd as thick as
that swollen penis had ever passed through my anus before, so his
lovemaking hurt at first, going in both directions.  But it did
feel a little like lovemaking, especially when he reached around me
and grasped each of my breasts and delicately tweaked my nipples in
rhythm with his thrusting.  A strange stirring in my groin grew
stronger, and I began to wriggle down on him repeatedly in search
of an enticing feeling that almost-but-not-quite eluded me.  That
pleased him.  I could tell.  Each time I snuggled my cushiony rear
into him, he responded with greater ardor.  This felt so ...
feminine, wiggling and teasing his cock with my pussy.  Desireable,
vulnerable, yielding, yet aloof and somehow in control, calling the
shots.  I don't like to confess it, but when he came pounding into
my ass and I could feel his cum impregnating my bowels I felt sheer
joy.  My prostate gave way and I squirted my own clear juice into
the sheets.  I remembered how April had exulted that she loved hard
fucking, and I understood.  I really was a full-fledged woman! 
There was no doubt about it!  My mind wandered again, but this time
to thoughts about how men's hips moved when I danced with them,
those times when I'd gone out with April.

"You won't have any trouble fitting anyone else into your ass from
now on, little lady," my lover told me as he pulled his slackening
cock out finally.  "That hole and those muscles back there are now
stretched out and relaxed for good.  Just what the doctor ordered."

"You mean Dr. April?" I asked him coyly.  "Or you, Dr. Scott."  I
was feeling flirtatious!  Smiling!  It was a kind of triumph!  It
was over and I'd serviced my first man, I'd lost my virginity at
both ends, and despite the supposed humiliation it had felt good! 
Better than that, once I'd gotten into it!

"Is April her first name?  That's who I mean. I don't know any 
Dr. Scott."

"What?!!"

I was still pressing pads of Kleenex into my distended and leaking
rear end, but I had to turn to look at him closely.  

"You aren't Dr. Scott?!"  

My voice sounded high yet relaxed, not at all the way I felt!  I
even stretched myself in a feline kind of way.

He flashed me the same broad, gentle, grin with which he'd met me
in the restaurant.  "Babydoll, no way!  I'm Ken.  I should have
introduced myself, but I thought you knew.  I'm from Stallions, the
escort service.  I hope you found my cock pleasureable in your
mouth, and the fucking satisfactory, ma'am.  'We are always eager
to please' is our company motto."  You sure did sound pleased
toward the end, the way you squealed each time I rammed into you! 
It must have hurt you, your first time and all, but when we got to
that part you didn't sound in pain at all!"  

"I suppose not," I replied.  Maybe I had enjoyed it, a little. 
More than a little?  What had April done to me?  And why?  Where
was Scott?  Why didn't I feel resentful?

Ken threw on his clothes and waved goodbye to me while I was still
trying to blot myself, wondering where he got all that cum after
I'd swallowed so much already.  His nose wasn't broken, I realized. 
I should have noticed that.  It was a rather nice nose.

I located my heels way under the bed, and found my panties draped
on the champagne bottle we'd emptied quickly when we first arrived
in the room, and then I got dressed too.  All the while wondering
why my wife of five years who was my girlfriend of four years and
my ex as of a few hours ago, why she'd set me up this way, with a
stud, not with her fiance.  How would this reassure Scott that I
wasn't still his rival?

I still had no answers when I wobbled into the Bar, resolving never
to wear really high heels the next time I get my asshole reamed,
and sat down gingerly at a table.   

No sooner was I seated, carefully, than a waiter brought over an
envelope with "Leslie" written in April's physician's hand on it,
barely legible.

"Miss, are you 'Leslie'?  A woman left this with me to give to you
when you came in."

I sighed, and opened it.  




Dear Leslie,

I'm writing this note ahead of time, because I know you so well,
and I know how things will go tomorrow when we have our little talk
in the restaurant, and I know how you're feeling right now as you
sit on one haunch in the hotel bar and read it.  You're a dear, but
you're so predictable!

But now you're all Leslie, not Les, and now Leslie is her own
woman!  You're no longer my husband turned into my girlfriend and
dependent on my whims and wishes.  Like me, I think, you're now
capable of leading your own life unafraid, even with a sense of
anticipation, not with the helplessness that made you so miserable
when I left you just a short time ago.  

It's been true in your case, what men are always saying about one
woman or another, that all she needs is a good stiff dick to
straighten her out.  You've been ready for a stiff dick ever since
you lost your own.  The problem was to get you to accept it.  

Well, now you have.  I'm happy for you.  You're now so much closer
to the end of your journey.  After all I've asked you to do, and
all you've done for me and for yourself, I couldn't leave you still
hesitating about taking that last step.  But now you will.  Because
you have no where else to go now!

I have some terrible confessions to make.  I tricked you.  

First, I know that everything you've done since our marriage,
you've done for me.  That you couldn't conceive of life without me. 
That you had to believe that even after I left you you'd continue
to be what you've been to me, my dearest girlfriend.  So I told you
that's what you'd be.

But we won't be seeing each other any more.  By the time you read
this, I'll have left town to take up a post in a hospital a long
way from here. I've known for months that when we ended our
marriage it would be better for us to make a clean break.  And
*crack* -- that's what we've done! 

Another thing.  I told you that for us to continue our
relationship, you had to have sex with Scott.  And you believed me. 
Well, you should have known better.  Any future husband of mine
will want no part of any kind of sex with any man.  Or with any
other woman either.  He'll have to be mine and no one else's. 
Faithful, the way you've been.  Until now, that is.

I knew you had to have sex with a man to strengthen your new
feelings about yourself as a woman.  I knew that sex with a man
would mortify your manhood into disappearing altogether.  So I had
to arrange it.  But why didn't it occur to you that of course I
wouldn't ever share a new husband, even with you, no more than I
was ever willing to share you?  I'll answer for you.  Because the
woman in you wanted so badly to bed down with a man . To enjoy what
I was enjoying.  Maybe also, to get even with me by taking my man
for a ride of your own?  The man in you was appalled by the idea,
I'm sure, but the woman in you knew!  Honey, you seduced yourself!

That's why, when I realized that you were useless as a man, that
your future was as a woman, I decided to end our marriage and let
you move on.  For your sake.  It was a sad, hard decision for me,
a sacrifice, but it was for the best!   

And I knew that the man in you would never cooperate.  Not old Les! 
Think of the humiliation!  You had to be finessed into it.  And you
were.  And now you know why.  You do love it, don't you?  Just a
little?  The freedom to be yourself?  The freedom to enjoy this
altogether new kind of sex?

There's one more little deception too.  I've told you all about my
affair with Scott.  But there is no Scott!  No one Scott, anyhow. 
I'm seeing a man now, all right, but I don't think you need to know
anything about him, except that he isn't a doctor, and he's never
been married and won't be, and how we met and what we've done
together for how long is our affair, not yours.  Maybe you've
tasted him when you've gone down on me and maybe you haven't. 
Maybe you've tasted others, sweetheart!  But that doesn't matter to
you any more, dear, does it?  Because you're now a woman with your
own past, aren't you?  We've both enjoyed extramarital sex now,
haven't we?  I just got started earlier than you, is all.

But you'll catch up I'm sure.  Because I'm not abandoning you,
honey.  I haven't left you alone.  I know you'll still want a close
girlfriend of your own,  an adviser, a good influence to help you
over other little hurdles as you live life as fully as a girl can. 
Someone to guide you into some new paths.  When you've read this
letter, just put it back into the envelope and lay the envelope on
the table and wait.  See what happens.

I'll send someone to pick up a few essentials I've left at the
house.  Everything else is yours.  Even my clothes, sweetie, enjoy
them!  I mean to begin my new life with a whole new wardrobe, and
I'd invite you to come shopping with me if you were any closer --
I'll miss your advice, you have such good taste!  But I'll be too
far away, and I suspect you'll be far too busy anyhow, getting to
know your new girlfriend and some of her friends!  

Enjoy your life, sweetheart.  Don't do anything I wouldn't do, if
you find there is such a thing!  I'm sorry you won't be my Maid of
Honor after all.  But you aren't a maid any more anyhow.  Of course
I hope you and lots of others will soon be enjoying a new space
between your legs the way my current man and I enjoy mine.  Who
knows, you may even develop some maidenly modesty in the use of it! 
Even I may some day!

Love,
April





I realized that April had now completed what she'd begun with me
way back, when she'd first found that her new husband bored her. As
a challenge, an entertainment maybe, she'd set about making me into
a woman despite myself, and making me want to be one, before she
dumped me as she knew she would.  She'd now done just that and sent
me on my way.  I didn't know if I wanted any more girlfriends like
her.

I decided not really.  But probably I would take her up about
getting a new pussy.  My asshole hurt!

As directed, I put the letter back in the envelope and set the
envelope on the table.  Within a minute, a waiter appeared carrying
a drink for me and set it down next to the envelope.  

"From the lady at that corner table." 

He nodded in that direction, and my eyes followed.  A tall,
well-turned-out woman in a very expensive beaded cocktail dress
rose up and began walking toward me with a willowy movement of her
hips.  I thought, that's very attractive, I should try that -- but
not tonight, not the way my rear-end feels.  When she arrived at my
table she paused, and her smile dazzled me.  Her face was
beautiful, jewel-like, she was so impeccably made up. I felt
privileged that this stunning woman had sent me a drink.  And I
felt a little intimidated by her, too, as she stood over me!

"You're Leslie?" 

I nodded.

"Yes.  Do you know anyone named Les?"

"No," I said.  "I did once, but he's gone."

"Good!  April thought that would surely be the case.  A pity in a
way, because I know so many delicious games I could play with Les. 
The kind I play with my own husband, and with some of his lovers,
and with some of the other people I let use him now and then."

"Oh?"

"Yes.  April asked me to look in on you, to see that your life
doesn't grow dull.  She tells me you've just lost your best
girlfriend, that you might want another.  Someone to share all
kinds of new experiences with.

"That's possible."

"Well, I could certainly do with some help myself.  Wives come to
me all the time with men who don't know how to satisfy their needs,
some of them their own husbands.  To train them.  You've been
through it.  You know how a clever girl can make a man submit to
learn anything.  Wouldn't you enjoy helping me with these?  In your
spare time, I mean.  I suspect we'd get along beautifully."  

She leaned over me.  "I'm Fran.  April may have mentioned me. 
Mainly I do surgery on people's lower parts.  She tells me you're
a candidate.  Well, I always ask the wives if that kind of surgery
is something their husbands want, or something they want their
husbands to have regardless.  When I asked April, she said that you
really craved castration and a cunt but you didn't yet know it.  So
we'll just have to help you find out, won't we?"

More tests, I thought to myself.  More entrance exams.  But I
didn't say anything. 

"I love your hair, Leslie!  I'm told a cut like that doesn't muss. 
We'll see.  Often, I expect!"

And she bent down and kissed me full on the lips, resting one hand
lightly on my breast.  I opened my mouth, and her tongue entered
into me.  Delicious!  I breathed deep and closed my eyes.  And as
I gave myself to her, I wondered what her husband might be like.