BEING FOUND OUT - SUN. AM
BY STATS
Being Found Out Friday Afternoon My very best friend Stacey and our mutual friend Michelle had discovered only last Friday that I am a transvestite. At dinner, they disclose that they found out about my secret and have decided to give me a coming out party. I am to be dressed in a few select things Michelle had found while searching my apartment. They arrange to have the women's restroom cleared so they could suitably attire and prepare me.
Being Found Out Friday Evening (the aftermath) In less than a half an hour I am transformed into a feminine form that surpassed anything I had achieved in my twenty years dressing as a woman. Michelle manages to hypnotize me and before the dinner is over I am speaking and acting like I had been female all my life. It turns out I look incredibly like Stacey and my new self, Helena, sets out as her twin sister. At the movie we run into Anne, who through a slip from Michelle learns my identity. That night, with the help of Michelle's hypnotic suggestion, Stacey and I ravage each other followed by a revealing of the details of our hidden love for each other. In the morning we realize Michelle was really behind the whole thing and wake her up with a full-scale sex orgy. They then dress me up in Michelle's notorious red mini dress to go on a shopping trip.
Being Found Out Saturday Evening (while shopping) On the long trip to the mall in the big city we got to talk about the girl's fantasies. Each of them was quite aware of mine by this stage. Michelle disclosed that she wanted to complete her psychology degree so she could help people with their hang-ups. Stacey said that she wanted to marry me and bear my children. After some discussion we come to the conclusion that the three of us want nothing more than to spend the rest of our lives together. With that out of the way, we pass the next several hours doing that favorite female activity, shopping. Unexpectedly, I run into my coworker, Bob, and his wife Kathy bringing to four the total people who know that I like to dress in women's clothes.
Being Found Out Very Late Saturday Evening We closed the mall. During a very late light dinner we decide that all that is left in us is a drive back home. We agree we will go to my apartment so we can rearrange my wardrobe with the new purchases. I am elected to drive us back and Stacey slips me her driving license. Should we be pulled over I am Stacey Peters. That was really a turn on, I squeeze my legs together the way I have seen my two attractive companions do to relieve tension. Michelle notices the reflex and tells me to be careful as I might damage my goods doing that.
I certainly could pass for the photo on her driver's license. Stacey and I are the same height, 5 feet six inches but there is no way that she is 25 pounds lighter than I am. "Stacey, what does this 120 number in the box marked weight mean?"
"I put that down last September after dieting the entire summer so I could wear a bikini. If I take off the customary fifteen pounds allowed by the guild of females then I can quite comfortably use that figure. In your case you would use 130 pounds." For some reason it makes perfect good sense to me.
I try to close the subject with "Boy, there are a lot of nuances to being a female, how am I going to remember them all?"
As usual, Michelle gets the last word with "Darling, maybe another birth control pill will help improve your female memory."
We have just started out when Stacey starts a game of "switched identities." Pretending that I am Stacey she says, "Tell me Stacey, how are you going to help your dearest friends, Michelle and Helena, get a sexual release?"
After a moment to gather my thoughts I start with. "Helena, I sure hope that you enjoyed that shopping spree as much as your body language revealed. Did you get a look at all those guys gawking at you? Not one had any idea you were a male even though you tented in your panties a couple of times. I imagine you really need to relieve all that sexual tension. It can't do it for you, dear. I am driving. What about Michelle, maybe you can arouse yourself playing with her while she is asleep. Don't be bashful, I will help you. Reach up and massage her breasts. That's it. No, don't waken her."
Playing the part, Michelle has her eyes closed and her head on my shoulder leaving the rest of her body turned toward Helena. Finding both nipples she milks them gently through Michelle's blouse. Suddenly she replies, "Oh what have I done, there is some milk coming out of them," I tell her to reach under Michelle's blouse to unsnap the clasp between Michelle's breasts and raise her blouse and nursing bra over her breasts. Instantly, she is sucking first one and then the other of Michelle's magnificent breasts.
"Make sure you get all the milk out Helena. If she wakens and finds she has milk stains on her blouse she will stuff your tool in the cigarette lighter. Don't wake her."
Helena is noisily sucking, making all sorts of wet sounds. She massages each breast to make sure all the milk is withdrawn. Michelle's breath has quickened and she squirms a bit in spite of her best efforts. Helena sits up and draws her forearm across her mouth, reporting to me that this has been accomplished, I tell her to do up Michelle's bra and pull down her blouse amid a barely audible "Awww" from Michelle.
I now whisper "Helena, is Michelle still asleep?" She nods her head. I suggest to her that the poor dear must have been really exhausted. If Helena really must have relief she is going to have to masturbate until Michelle wakens. She can get in the mood by caressing Michelle's inner thighs but she should not venture into her panties until Michelle says it is O.K.
Helena takes off her panties and starts moving one hand back and forth in her crotch. The other hand is busy, tracing lazy circles on Michelle's inner thighs. Helena starts to breathe heavy and says this is not working she needs someone else to work her sex. She starts to squirm and finds Michelle's right hand. She puts Michelle's fingers on her clitoris and begs her to please wake up. Michelle, who is breathing somewhat heavier now shifts position and by raising her tummy in exaggerated breaths, slides her hand back and forth against Helena. This seems to have met Helena's immediate needs. After a few minutes she explores up Michelle's legs to find that her panties are soaking.
Michelle can no longer feign sleep. She wakens and asks Helena what has he done to her. She is no longer in control of her body. Helena lustily grabs Michelle and deep kisses her while pushing her love button in and out. Suddenly, Michelle has her panties off.
I can't take any more of this as I am incredibly turned on. . I pull over and get out of the car to clear my mind leaving the two ladies more room to maneuver. I hear two very vocal orgasms take place as a pair of flashing blue lights appear about 100 yards down the road. In a few moments, the squad car comes to a halt beside me as I manage to put about 30 feet between my car and me. The officer, who is incredibly young, gets out. "Good Evening, Mam. Are you having car trouble?
The last twenty seconds has me in an absolute panic. What am I to do? I am sure that Michelle and Stacey have not regained their composure. This has to be my best performance as a female to pull it off.
"Oh, Officer," I cry. "The most terrible thing has happened. A deer had bolted out in front of me and just know I hit it." I start to cry. "It is in the bushes dying all because of me. It is only a few yards down the road; can we please take a look? Now?" I give him my most sorrowful look.
His flashlight lingers at my heaving breasts encased in the alluring opaque material of Michelle's red dress. "Let's go take a look," he says in an unnatural macho voice. No doubt a walk down the lane with this gorgeous creature will rank among the most memorable recollections when he later has a beer with the guys. He walks behind me. The flashlight shines on my feet in their new red strap high heals. I find the situation highly erotic. I make sure that my swinging hips give him something to concentrate on. About a hundred yards down the road I stop and tell him "this is the spot where I hit the deer." The trees are right up to the road at this point and we carefully look over the whole area. I finally find a spot where some animal had recently parted the grass and point it out to him. He goes a few feet into the woods. I stay behind with my two hands up to my mouth ready to suppress a scream if anything jumps out.
He pronounces that there is no animal in the area. On the way back he asks me my name. I tell him "Stacey, Stacey Peters."
"Well Stacey", he says, "what are you doing out here all alone, anyway?"
I replied, "I am on my way back from a shopping trip to the mall. But I am not alone, my sister, Helena, and our friend, Michelle, are also in the car."
Back at the car he introduces himself to Helena and Michelle who have regained their composure and appear, outwardly at least, normal. He needs my driver's license and car registration to make out a report. I give him Stacey's driver license and he shines a light in my face to confirm that it is I on the license.
He then inspects the car registration as he goes to the rear of the vehicle to check the license number against the registration. "Who is David Gray?" he says. I tell him Dave is my boyfriend.
I am finally starting to relax. Then, he goes over to the car window and asks the two girls whose car it is. The other Stacey, in a moment of pride, offers that Dave is her fiancée. My world comes apart. The officer says in an authoritative voice "This David Gray is in big trouble" and goes to his car where we see him pick up and talk in his hand mike.
I tell the two of them that we blew it again and the jig is up. I got to go and tell him the truth so at least the two of them won't be involved. Michelle, putting a hand on my arm whispers, "No Helena, don't do anything, wait for him to make the next move." I start to move away. But she holds fast, "Please", she pleads.
By this time, the trooper is on his way back, looking grim. "He gets to us and starts "Sorry Ladies............
Had to check out the car, standard procedure. No problems. Have a safe trip home, bye now." We are well on our way home before we collectively let out our breath.
Michelle who has a world-class talent for changing other people's mood starts. "There was no way I could have finished my orgasm if he had of come up to the car right away. Helena, once you led him down the road drooling after your swinging butt, I was able to will myself back to normal. But poor Stacey must have ruptured something trying to keep the noise level down while you were having your stroll. I had just found her G-spot again and she thought the flashing blue lights were a new high on the orgasmic scale."
"Come on Michelle, you know perfectly well you were so confused you forgot to stop doing that thing of yours that absolutely sends me over the edge. I think you were trying to get your jollies seeing how the trooper would handle two lesbians caught in the act, while the beautiful transvestite is showing him the picture on his male driver license; explaining that he is on the way to his operation. Look at the facts officer, lesbians have more fun."
"I don't know about you two." I interrupt "but I need a couple of good stiff drinks "
Sometime later Michelle raises my Monday morning problem. We discuss countless options and alternatives but reach the same conclusion time and time again. We have to get input from my boss, John.
It is after midnight when we reach my apartment. We are all just exhausted. Stacey now takes command. I want you two to spend some time alone, she says. It is my time to have the headache; I am going to my apartment where I can have an undisturbed night's sleep. You will be alone until mid morning when I return with donuts. Michelle protests but I sense the same thing as Stacey, Michelle must be convinced that she is as special to me as Stacey. There is no room for second best. I look into Michelle's eyes tell her that there is nothing I want more than to make her understand that I love her as much as I love Stacey.
Alone in my room she reluctantly undresses and gets into bed naked. She is not acting like Michelle; there is no vitality, no spontaneity in her actions. I am still fully clothed. I ask her to get back up and stand in front of me. I tell her that I am dying to see her in her red dress without any underclothes. She undresses me and slips on her mini dress and my red strap shoes. As she looks at me in my corset, red stockings, and panties she suddenly starts to cry. I remove her dress, put her to bed and crawl in beside her. As her body racks with her sobs, I carefully caress her breasts while kissing the salty tears from her cheeks. After about twenty minutes her tears subside. I ask her to talk to me.
She does not want to compete with Stacey for my affection. She does not want to lose the special relationship that had built up with Stacey in the last two days. She doesn't want me too diminish my affection for Stacey by one iota. She doesn't want to disappoint me in any way. She doesn't want to lose me. She doesn't see how this is going to work. She selfishly wants me for herself and yet feels guilty to be with me alone.
I decide I would use a Michelle tactic and ask her if we could talk about some of her lovers. She starts with her very first crush, in grade 9. He was the team captain in the school swim team. His body was wispy, like a girl, no bulging muscles and no body hair. She finally got up the courage to talk with him and almost swooned when he called her by her name. The one way romance ended when she spied on him one evening and to her horror found out he was gay. He saw her as she running from the car lot. The following day he apologized for disappointing her. He told her that he could not help it, he really wanted to be a beautiful female like her and make love to men. He asked her to forgive him and be his good friend, and she did. They remained good friends until he committed suicide after his father found out about his sexual preferences. She knew that if she had special psychology training he would be alive today.
I kiss her fully on the mouth and tell her that is the second most heart wrenching story I have heard. Michelle takes the bait and asks what story was I thinking about. I tell her in my sad voice, about the beautiful transvestite who is in bed with the most beautiful woman on the planet and breaks into two pieces before he can ravage her. It seems his corset was too tight.
Michelle laughs. "Oh you poor dear, we can't have that now can we. Here sit up while I untie you." Five minutes later, we are both lying naked looking into each other's eyes and five minutes after that we are both having the mother of all orgasms.
When there can be no doubt that Michelle is well satisfied, I ask her if she is in a frame of mind where I can discuss something very serious with her. She says, of course.
"Michelle, I too was bothered with the questions you raised earlier. The times the three of us are together it is as if you two are my whole world." I add "But in the last hour and a half Stacey didn't exist for me, you were my entire universe. Yesterday when Stacey and I were together she was my whole universe. It isn't out of sight, out of mind so much as I know Stacey would not me want to be distracted by her when we are having our private time. This is an act of love that she has given us so that we can be more important to each other."
"It would be selfish of me to ask that I be the most important person to you every moment that you are awake. It should be enough that we achieve, anytime we want, to be oblivious to anything but each other.
Now if you promise that it will not be a prelude to more sex I would like to do a few things while I go to sleep. I want to hold your two extraordinary breasts. I want your bum to rest on my worn out body part. I want you to shift your head a little toward me so I can whisper in your gorgeous right ear over and over again that I am completely head over heals in love with you.”
Michelle faces me. "Oh god, I love you David Gray. What you describe is heaven right here on earth, but do you think you could play with my nipples with your long sexy fingernails while doing all those wonderful things."
The next thing I am aware of is the light from the window waking me. My worn out body part has miraculously rejuvenated during my six-hour sleep and Michelle's smile reveals that she has had a good dream. I put my lips to her ear and repeat the words of yesterday, "Your obedient sex slave is ready to bring you to the pinnacle of pleasure."
She gives me one of the most beautiful smiles I have ever seen on her face and says "Last night will be hard to beat. But, I can feel that you have already brought your pleasure pinnacle with you. So please, will you stop the talk and start with the bring, sex slave."
It isn't until a half-hour later when we are lying on the bed totally exhausted that Stacey pokes her head around the corner and announces she has just arrived with the donuts. "Am I going to have to feed you both nourishment where you lie there or are you able to make it to the table on your own steam?", she asks looking at what remained after Michelle and I had the best sex to date.
I am the last one to arrive at the table having showered while the girls compared notes. There were three mugs of steaming coffee and six donuts artistically arranged on a plate in front of us when I sat down.
Stacey starts with "Dave, it has been only 40 hours since we started this little adventure. Where is your head at?
I take a sip of coffee and ramble. "This 40 hours has been the highlight of my life. I have found the two of you. I never knew I could love to this extent. I would marry you both today is that were possible."
"I know that if I go back to being Dave, I will wither and die. I must have the feel of long hair on my back, the look of hairless arms and long fingernails, the constant pressure of nylons on my legs, the bouncing of breasts on my chest, the awareness of my beautiful sensuous clothes, the scent of that sweet perfume, the sound of my sexy voice, the looks I get as men pass me by, the reflection of Stacey's face as I glance in the mirror. I just can't give these up." I fade out as I start to cry.
'And yet I have no desire to give up my manliness." I continue after a bit. "There are times I really wish it was less prominent but I seem to have divorced it from my obsession of being feminine. It is like I regard it as a natural part of 'My' female anatomy. Yet, I adore both your bodies, I can't get enough of them. I find the thought of having sex with another male is totally repulsive."
"We have to talk to John, the thought of pushing these desires out of my mind and going back to my old life is not an option. I have known for quite some time that I have been escalating toward femininity. It was only a matter of time before I was consumed by it."
Michelle speaks "Helena, Stacey and I want you to be Helena and not Dave. Your softness, humor, vitality have been released and magnified in Helena. Your male virility is more than adequate to satisfy the both of us. We are both deeply in love with you, you have put us under your spell."
Without saying a word, Stacey picks up the phone and looking at a number she has written on a scrap of paper, dials. When someone answers, she says, "Hi John, this is Stacey Peters. Fine John. I have a very important personal problem that only you can help with. Can my sister Helena and I buy you lunch?-----It is the most important thing that has ever happened in my life, John.-------No it definitely can't wait but if you can't do it John, I'll understand.--------No John, bring nothing but an open mind.--------Fine, noon at Delaware's bar then. Thank you John"
I missed most of the dialog as I was back in the bathroom throwing up.