Lisa's Lover

Standard disclaimer: everything's fictional (maybe?). You have to be over 18 to read this, etc.

Thanks for the words of support after my initial effort. The story continues. If you missed the first installment, it was called "Lisa" and this story picks up with the same characters where the last one left off. In response to an e-mail I was sent, "Am I the protagonist?" In a way, yes. You have to model your characters after someone, so I had to include some of me in the initial character creation. But beyond that, there are a number of differences between the protagonist and myself. That leads to the question of Lisa and does she exist? Lisa is a fiction. I have known a number or transgendered women for at one point I bar-backed occasionally at a club where two nights a week the club catered to the transgender crowd. Lisa is a mix of some of the women who were there and also a small piece of what one who is looking for a relationship, and not just sex, would hope to find in such a woman. But Lisa has a minor twist to her character, she is looking for soulmates and part of that means that she feels a need to transition what she finds to something that she will end up losing in the end. Maybe at some point I will write from her perspective as she creates her lover. But today, in the real world, Lisa doesn't exist, at least as far as I know.

Lisa's Lover By: LtCol Frank Slade ltcolfrankslade@Army.com

It wasn't that hard making the change from friend to lover, and from lover to student of sensuality. Lisa made clear that I was to follow her directions, not that our relationship was predicated on that, but that she was going to lead me to a new place in my life. She had been a friend for months and as of last night she had become my lover as well. The fact that she had born a man was lost on me, for I had only know her as a woman and then, last night as the woman I had come to love. Her plumbing was not the issue, she was who she was, and that is who I had come to love first as a friend and now as a lover. She was mine, or better yet, I was hers.

As for my wife, she had no idea what had happened when I had gone out last night. She wanted the "open marriage" and she got what she wanted. Now she wanted to separate, and she got that as well. When I took my few personal belongings, it wasn't clothes and such, it was the things that meant the most to me at the moment, the things you would have grabbed if there was a fire and you had but a few moments. I figured I could come back for the other stuff later. My wife was looking for something more fulfilling and I knew that there was no way that I could fulfill her any more. Modern medicine had assured me of that when the cholesterol medications created the ED. I hoped we would still be friends, but I suspected that we wouldn't when she found out what had become of me. Open minded she was, but in this case I didn't think that it would fly. My goal in leaving quickly, in making a fast break after our conversation was due to my desire to not have my future explored by her. I could always go back and get the stuff I had left behind when I knew we wouldn't have to meet and talk. Maybe on Monday.

The first day, Saturday, was spent with Lisa and I setting up my role in the house. She listed the tasks that she didn't enjoy, and I offered to take them up as my own. It was a choice. She didn't say, "Do this!" but I wanted to take over those things I could do and that she didn't like to do. So I did.

Since it was Saturday it was chore day. That meant that laundry had to be done rooms cleaned, and all the other things that I would have had to do as a partner in any relationship. I got to work. As we moved around the house, each of us taking care of the chores we had to do, Lisa would always make sure that she stopped to give me a quick kiss, a pat on the bottom, or a gentle caress whenever we would pass one another. I noticed that in each case she would take the aggressor role, and that was fine with me. As the day wore on I was starting to get hot and sweaty. I took off my shirt and exposed my rather hairy top. As Lisa passed by I noticed something changed. There was no quick peck. Had I done something wrong? Was Lisa upset?

Since I didn't have much stuff over here yet, and no clothes at all, I went looking for something comfortable to put on. Lisa had a wide range of clothes, but I didn't feel that slipping into a blouse was really my thing. I did find an oversize t-shirt, which was cut to show the midriff. It wasn't my preferred color, being pinkish, but it was something. I slipped it on and headed off for the next task, cleaning the tub and shower.

Lisa caught up with me while I was getting ready to clean the shower area. The entire tub was wet, and it was clear that the long pants I wore were not what the job called for. "Honey, that top looks beautiful on you and I noticed that you're about to ruin your pants. The top has some shorts with it, do you want me to pull them out for you, they should fit." What was I to say? "Sure, anything but ruined clothes."

She left and I started pulling down my trousers. I heard her rummaging around in the bedroom and by the time I had gotten my pants off and folded on the sink she was back. Well, she did say that it was an outfit, so I shouldn't have been surprised that they matched the top. Lisa came over and handed them to me and moved in for an embrace. Her hands went around me and moved down my back to my rear. There they stopped as she moved closer and placed her lips against mine. I reached up and encircled my arms around her neck as she opened her mouth and pressed her tongue against my waiting lips. My lips parted and her tongue snaked into my mouth, she was stealing my breath away. The soft cotton rubbed between us and stroked my breasts. I could feel the heat building as she squeezed my ass tight in her hands. Lisa leaned into me forcing me back against the sink. I could feel her heart racing and the hardness of her member against my groin. I moaned with pleasure as she slipped her hand below the waistband of my underwear and stroked between the cheeks of my ass.

We broke the kiss and she started to kiss my neck and slowly moved over to my earlobe. She started nibbling my ear and her tongue flicked hungrily in my ear and behind the lobe. My breathing started to come more rapidly as I felt my desire to have her within me build. At this rate I wasn't about to get the shower clean. I moved one hand back to gain more balance on the sink behind me and knocked over the cleaning powder. Lisa stopped what she was doing and moved back a step. Our eyes locked and I was lost deep in her soul as she whispered, "Later." She took the shorts she had recovered and put them into my hand and exited the room, a vision of control. I was whimpering with desire. I needed her, now, inside me, but she was the one who had control, I had lost all mine the night before. I drew on the shorts.

They were a tad tight. And what I really couldn't get used to was the cut. I had never considered the fact that some styles of clothes are cut for a woman and not a man. In this case the pants seemed to ride lower, along the hips, rather than the waist. They were a snug fit, but they did fit and close. As I turned I glanced in the mirror and notice the incongruent picture that looked back.

There I stood with my hairy arms, stomach and legs protruding from an outfit that clearly wasn't cut for me. True it did seem to lift my ass a bit and while the pink colour was a tad offsetting I had to admit that the clothes did make me look better, if it hadn't been for the hairy guy stuff sticking out all over. And with that I went back to the task at hand and set about making sure the bathroom was spotless.

As I finished with the last of my tasks for the day I could hear Lisa finishing up the vacuuming in the living room. I had just put all the cleaning supplies away when she came in. "You have done a fantastic job. And I must say that that outfit looks yummy on you. You look good enough to eat, almost." And that almost just hung out there. "Almost?" I said. "Yes, if you're going to start raiding my drawers, and this is not a complain, I don't mind, you can't really make these things work with all that extra hair. Come on, take off everything and get in that shower and I'll show you what I mean."

And with that Lisa started to undress. I wasn't going to let her beat me to the shower as I wanted to set the temperature that was comfortable for me, so I stripped off the T and shorts and almost broke my neck on the underwear. But beat her in I did. I couldn't help but notice that she was already semi-hard and about 7 inches. She saw me looking and said, "yes, now is later." And with that my heart leapt. She joined me in the shower, but not before stopping for three disposable razors and a can of shaving creme.

Lisa moved me out from under the running water and started to cover me from the neck down with the heavy foam. Well actually it started out as a green gel. She would put a small amount in her hand and then rub it into foam over my body. She spent a great deal of time starting from my shoulders in the rear rubbing in the gel until it became a foam and then scraping the foam off with one of the disposable razors. When she got to my ass she leaned forward and played with my rosebud. Slowly she took a gel foamed finger and pushed ever so slightly against the opening. I could feel my skin parting and making a way into my love canal for her to access. As the water played against my ass I could feel her kissing it, licking it, my ass was on fire. She hit bottom with her finger and I could feel myself starting to get hard. So, it wasn't a one-time fluke. She was doing it again. Her finger started to pump in and out and I started to move my ass in time with her pumping. And she stopped. "Not yet. Soon." She said, and then she started to use the gel and foam on my legs.

She finished my legs and turned me around taking my member in her mouth and running her hands back up to my butt. She inserted her fingers again and started to suck me at the same time. With her other hand she reached up and started to play with my right breast. I could feel the electric shocks from last night restarting. My body started to convulse and she sped up the fingers moving inside of me and the sucking, bobbing her head ever faster until I could hold back no more and I released my load into her waiting mouth. She removed her hand from my butt and stood facing me, leaning in. I knew what was going to happen and I opened my mouth to receive her kiss. With her other hand still playing with my breast she leaned into me holding my head and kissed me long and lovingly. Transferring some of my juices to me in the process. I swallowed them down as we held the kiss long and passionate.

She leaned back and said, "Not quite done yet. Wait until you feel flesh against flesh without all that hair in the way. The only thing better is to feel rough hair against your flesh." I doubted that was true, but she was the expert. I just didn't want her to have hair that she was placing against me. With that she completed the job of taking all my hair off and we rinsed each other off. I spent a long time working on her cock and it was now standing at full attention. I really wanted to finish the job, but she leaned over and shut off the water and reached out for two towels.

We dried off as we went to the bedroom and I noticed that the sheets on the bed had been changed. They had been white cotton, but now the bed was covered in red satin. Lisa playfully pushed me down on the bed and jumped along beside me. She pushed me back and I suddenly understood what she had meant about the increased sensuality of being clean shaven. The satin sheet felt wonderful against my skin. Lisa leaned forward and took my breast in her hand again and started to suck on the nipple. I reached down to her member and started to run my hand across it, slowly jerking her off.

As she worked her way down my torso with small kisses she swung her feet up towards my head. I never let go of her and as her cock passed over me my head leapt from the bed to lick off the precum that was building at the tip. She lifted my legs and started to attack my ass with her tongue and I brought her meat into my mouth savoring her flavor and the texture of her warm flesh against my lips. I ran my hands up along her waist and over to her ass and started to lift my face into her, so that my chin was nestled against her stomach and her balls rested on my nose. I took every one of those beautiful 9 inches as deep into my throat as I could, holding it down by sheer will and a desire to see if I could use my swallowing mussels to stroke her while she rested there. I swallowed as best I could and could feel her twitch deep in my throat.

While I was consumed with her cock in my mouth Lisa had started working on opening my ass to receive her. She had worked up to three fingers that were pumping deep within me and she was again sucking on my now hard cock. Days ago that piece of meet wouldn't do anything and now it was working overtime. Lisa stopped and pulled out of my mouth and swung around on the bed again. Then she rolled me over to my stomach and slightly spread my legs. I could feel her deep breaths heating the back of my neck. The satin sheets were driving my breasts wild with their new sensations. Lisa started to push her cock into me and I raised my ass to meet her, to allow her greater access into me, to allow her to press herself deep within. She started with a very slow and steady push and it seemed to last forever until all 9 inches of her were buried against me and I could feel her ball sack resting against mine.

Slowly she started to pull out, the same speed at which she had gone in. Again it was taking forever and I could feel every inch as it slowly moved from deep within me to her head reaching my sphincter. And then back again, with the same slow motion until she bottomed out. With each push and pull my breasts slipped and slid along the satin sheet sending jolts of electricity down my body and causing my ass to tighten around her rod. She started to speed up, and then she started to lift me from the waist off the bed. Soon I was in a new position for me, doggy style, with me on all fours and Lisa slowly pumping her nine inches in and out of me, deeper than she had ever gone before. I could feel the head running along the insides just behind the stomach, and I knew that I had never been so penetrated before. My own cock was leaking precum all over the sheets as Lisa continued the assault on my ass. Then she started to speed up. Her breath started to come in short bursts and was getting raspy. I knew she was getting close and I wanted to please her more than ever. I pressed down and tightened every muscle in my stomach and my ass in order to increase the friction and the pleasure. She moved faster and faster, her strokes going deeper and deeper into me. She was into my ass as far as she could go when I felt her start to expand even more and then felt the warm release of her cum into my ass. She pulled out, and plunged back in. Again and again. I couldn't take it any more and I ejaculated all over the satin sheet, and she continued to plunge within me. Over and over. She wasn't going to let this end, and while I started to feel her get a tad soft, she hardened right up as she continued to plunge into me. And then she was expanding again. She was placing her seed in me a second time, just as deep as before. I started to cry with pleasure and she leaned backwards and spew forth again. Lisa flopped forward, her breasts in my back, her lips covering the back of my neck with small kisses. We held that position until I could hold her no longer and I felt her slide out of me as she started to shrink in size.

"You made the mess on the sheets, now you have to clean it up." She said with a smile. I was drenched in her sweat and mine, exhausted, and I rolled out of bed and got the new set of sheets from the alcove in the hall. They weren't satin, and that was a tad depressing, as I had loved the feel of the satin across my body. Lisa had the bed stripped when I got back and together we put the new sheets on the bed. At about this time I became aware of the simple fact that Lisa had gotten dressed for bed and I had not. Then again, I normally just wore my shorts to bed, but the only pair I had were the ones I had been wearing all day long and they were not what I wanted to wear to bed tonight. Lisa noticed the dilemma I was facing even though I had not said a word and smiled. "No you can't go to bed in the buff, I have something that you can wear that will fit." And she drew out a PJ set made of the same material as the sheets we had just tossed away.

I put on the satin top and it sent jolts through me as the satin slipped across my hairless chest. I then was about to put on the pants that went with the set and Lisa said, "not without something else on." And tossed me a set of panties. I put them on and then the PJ bottoms and we got into bed together, almost like matching sisters, except she was a beautiful girl and I was, well just what was I now? Before I had a great deal of time to ponder that Lisa leaned over to kiss me good night and shut down the light. I slept in her arms. I was at peace and felt sexy and loved.

I woke up alone and heard Lisa in the kitchen. As I got out of bed I saw my reflection in the mirror for the first time. There I was wearing pink satin baby doll PJs and if it weren't for the short hair on my head and the lack of a definable figure I would say I looked kind of cute. That was odd. I was looking at me, a guy, and I thought I looked kind of cute. Well, maybe it was due to the fact that I thought I looked kind of like a girl. Not an attractive girl, as my figure was well, not a girls, but with all my hair gone I could see a sort of androgynous look about me. I went in to see what Lisa was doing.

As I rounded the corner Lisa saw me out of the corner of her eye. "WOW!" she said. "Huh?" I answered. Amazing, two college educated people and this is the best conversation we could have. Maybe it was the need to fully wake up. "No, you look real sexy, with a touch of makeup you would be so hot." Now, I don't know why, maybe it was the sleep deprivation from two nights of wild sex, but I did something that wasn't like me, I retorted back. "Right. There is no way that I could be passable as a girl, I saw my reflection and there is no way."

"Really dear? I bet you're wrong. I see a canvas just waiting to be finished, you are sexy and with just a little bit of work, you can be hot. I bet I could do it in less than 4 hours, I mean `do it' as in make you agree that you look hot."

Okay, that was twice she had said I would look hot and I knew what I had seen. There was no way that she was going to be able to do that. "Fine, you want to bet? I'll take that wager, but what is the prize?"

"If I can get you to agree that you look sexy and hot, you will agree to let your hair grow out and I get to keep, ummm, two of that things I do to you."

"And what do I get if you are finished and you fail?" I asked in a challenge response.

"You get to pick both the restaurant and the movies we see for the rest of the month." She retorted a bit too quickly.

I agreed to her experiment. And I started to work out our dining out schedule in our head. With that out of the way I sat down with her at the counter and started to eat the fantastic breakfast, ummm, looking at the clock maybe brunch, she made. She finished up before I did and walked off to the bathroom while I finished the plate and took mine to join hers in the sink. As I turned I remembered one of the house rules. The person who didn't cook gets to clean. I turned back to the sink and busied myself with the dishes as I heard Lisa rummaging around in the master bedroom and spare bedroom closets. Just about the time I finished I heard her say, "Hurry up, I have a bet to win." And I marched off to the master bedroom to see what we had in store for this lazy Sunday morning.

In the corner of the master bedroom was what I could only call a make up table. It made sense since this was a girl's master bedroom. My wife had always put her makeup on in front of a mirror by the dresser, but I could see how a single girl living alone would make up a portion of her room this way. And standing next to the chair was Lisa. She pointed to the chair and I walked over and sat down. Without another word she started to go to work on my face. I would love to be able to describe what she was doing and how she was doing it, but never had this process interested me. In fact, in all the time I had known Lisa I had never seen her with clown face on. Well, I was in for an education. Not that she was telling me what she was doing when she opened this bottle and that. She just kept on doing things and humming a little song that I knew, but couldn't place.

About thirty minutes into this process I noticed that she had covered the makeup table mirror. I guess that part of our deal was that I should be surprised. Every once in a while I would catch Lisa's eye and she would just smile at me. Then she took out a blindfold of sorts and told me that I had to put it on. In for a penny, in for a pound. I let her put it on. With that she stopped all work on my face and moved to my hands. I sort of knew what was going on at that point. She didn't want me to see what she was doing to my nails. I waited patiently in the darkness of the blindfold as she continued to do my hands, and my feet? Yep. She had lifted my legs and had started in on my feet. I could feel her as she moved from toe to toe, working away. This little piggy went to market, this little piggy stayed home. And by the time she was done all five little piggies on both feet had been taken care of, as well as some rubbing away at areas that had been callused.

By now I had been in the chair for over two hours. I knew somewhere in my gut that something wasn't going as well as she wanted, she had stopped humming that silly tune. "Okay dear. Now then I want you to get up, it's time to get you out of those clothes and into something more fitting." I stood up and noticed that when one has been blindfolded for over two hours they lose their sense of equilibrium and I almost fell down. Lisa steadied me and helped me strip off everything except the panties she had loaned me last night. As I stood there she started humming that same old song. I finally was able to place it. The play West Side Story. The song, I Feel Pretty. Somehow fitting for someone who wanted to win to hum. I wasn't about to give in to the bet by humming it along with her.

I went back to planning dinners and I felt her start to dress me. Every once in a while she would ask me to raise my arms, move this way, move that. I noticed that she had put a bra on me. Now how the hell did I know that? Well, it was either a bra or something much like one, I had taken my share off women to know what the pieces were and how they fit together. What confused me was that the front of the bra was a tad heavy on my chest. Then she applied some cold liquid to my breasts and pushed the bra against it. She had me sit down again and then told me that she was going to remove the blindfold, but if I opened my eyes I would immediately lose the bet. I nodded my head in agreement and the blindfold came off.

I guess I could have attempted to cheat, but then I would have gotten something stuck in my eye as she immediately went to work on that part of my face. Fifteen minutes later I felt something cold placed on my forehead near my hairline. And then I felt hair? I mean long hair falling across my face and neck. This was about the time I started to feel that I might not win this bet. We had almost come to the time limit when she said "Tada!" and warned me to keep my eyes closed still. Then she helped me get up and walked me over to where the full-length mirror was, the one I had looked in earlier in the morning.

"Now Johan, it's time to pick an name to go with this look. As you know my name wasn't always Lisa, and your name has to be something that you will recognize and something that will fit you. I like names that are similar of the name you have so that it will be easy to learn and remember, so I have decided that your new name will be Joan. It's close to your old name and I like the sound of it. So Joan, welcome to the world. Open your eyes."

And with that I opened my eyes and saw one of the most beautiful women I have ever seen looking back at me. I was wearing a simple dress of lavender and pink that hung from my shoulder to just above my knees, and I had TITS! My nails were a soft burnt orange and my hair was a nice auburn. The way she had done up my face it looked like there was no makeup on at all, but every vestige of male identity was missing. She had raised my cheekbones through magic. I was breathless. I couldn't believe that was I. I had never thought I looked feminine at all, but here I was looking at a woman who, there was no doubt, people wouldn't have looked at twice thinking she was anything less than what she appeared to be.

I looked at Lisa and she was beaming from head to toe. She had taken the challenge and she knew that she had won. I looked back into the mirror and said, "So much for all the dinner plans that I had been making." The voice that had conceded defeat sure didn't belong in the body that I was looking at in the mirror. I tried to change it to a softer voice with a bit of a falsetto. "So, after all your hard work, now we have to take it off." And I reached up to remove the wig.

"Oh no you don't." Lisa exclaimed. "I worked too long and too hard on this for you to just toss it away."

"And just what do you propose that we do? Sit around the house, just us two girls?"

And with that she said that she had a better idea. As I had already pointed out, I had yet to pick up any of the stuff that was sitting at my home. So Lisa proposed that we go out shopping. Out? Like this? Was she insane? She started to get ready before I had a chance to get a word out. She found a pair of flats that were almost enough to fit me and said, "Shoes first." And then we were walking out the door and into her car.

I won't go into the horrors I experienced shopping that first time out with her as Joan. Shopping is tedious, and discussing it is even worse. Let's just leave it at the simple fact that after spending about $10,000 on outfits that Lisa picked out for Joan there was no time left to spend any more. I will say that I noticed one thing that happened while we were out at about dinnertime. We had stopped in one of those not-quite-fast-food joints in one of the malls and we had a sit down meal. Throughout the meal I had noticed that there were two guys at the next table that kept on looking at us. I had thought that I was dead, caught out. Imagine my surprise when one of them came over and asked if we "ladies" were alone. Lisa said that we were and both of the men came over to our table and joined us for dessert and coffee. Not trusting my voice I made sure that I said as little as possible. I don't think the guys noticed. What I did notice was that they had seemed to pair off. Larry, a well built guy who was in his late 30's with brown hair and a quick smile had paired with Lisa. I was paired with Joe.

Now when you are sitting on the inside seat of a booth and there is a guy sitting next to you, you don't have a great deal of choice but to listen to whatever he chooses to talk about. Joe was 39 years old, a stockbroker, a tad over 6 feet 3 inches and just starting to show the signs of age that happen at 39. His washboard abs had given way to a bit of the sitting in the office spread, and his idea of active sports was golf. I really tried to be attentive, but since I didn't want to talk about me, that meant only asking questions about him. So, as we ate dessert and drank coffee I actually had to listen, and as I was listening I found myself thinking that he was very nice. His teeth were white, his breath was fresh. He had a nice glint in his eye when he talked about the things he loved to do, playing golf and sports fishing. He looked at me and seemed to pay attention to me when he talked. At one point he reached out and touched me on the arm, and a shiver sort of went through me thinking that he could tell that it wasn't the arm of a woman. But nothing like that happened. Another time he started to rest his hand on mine. It felt sort of neat to be interested in, but all the time I was wondering what the heck would happen if he found out that I wasn't what he thought I was. As a man I remember hearing horror stories of transvestites being beaten up by straight guys who felt "tricked" by them. I was in no position to defend myself. In the back of my mind I could just see my wife being called down to the police station to pick me up, and finding me dressed this way. Just what I needed, unreasonable fear to heighten an already confusing day. Add in a little bit of hormone therapy to the mix, shake well, and viola, you have me sitting there with paranoid delusions. It was getting very hard to concentrate and be reasonable, and my voce had fallen down into whisper level. I guess that made me appear shy, so Joe continued talking for both of us.

After the coffee was gone and almost an hour had passed Lisa made excuses that we had to be on our way. I was relieved that I was finally going to be able to get out of this situation when I got another shock. As we got up to go Joe pressed something into my hand. He leaned over, brought my hand to his lips and kissed it and said that he hopped that he would hear from me again. I was shocked, dazed and confused as Lisa led me back to the car for the ride home. It wasn't until we got into the car that I looked at the item that Joe had placed in my hand. It was a business card, and his home phone was written on the back.

It appears that I had lost the bet to Lisa and lost it in spades. I had just spent the entire day dressed as a woman out in public. I had just spent over 45 minutes with a man paying 100% attention to me. And here I was holding his phone number. He wanted to see me again. "Did you see what you did to him?" Lisa asked as we winged our way home with the shopping booty. In fact, I couldn't help but notice as we got up to leave. I hadn't been paying attention, but when he slid out and I slid down to the end of the bench my eyes were at the perfect height to notice that Joe had two things. First, inside his shorts he had a very nice package. And second, the package was very large and from the look of it at eye level, hard. I had just sat there talking to a man and he was hot for me? Okay, colour me confused. My emotions were at war with themselves. I was feeling so many different confusing things. I have loved the attention, and the effect I had on Joe, but at the same time I knew that I wasn't physically attracted to him. I mean, after all, just two nights ago I had never touched a mans penis but my own, and now I was thinking about how I had been happy that I was able to have that effect on Joe. Well that Joan was able to have that effect on Joe. But then again, wasn't I Joan?

We got home and put my new clothes away. I now had half a closet and three drawers. And I also had clothes that were mostly for girls. Oh sure there were some that were ambiguous, but all the underwear were panties, there were nylons and blouses. Sure there were a few T-shirts and some shorts, but as I had found out, there were some interesting differences between what one picked up in the women's section and what one found in the men's. There was one good thing though. The workout suit that I had picked up was bland enough so that I had something to wear when I went over to pick my old stuff up from my wife. True, powder blue wasn't a colour that most men would wear for workout sweats, but I was sure that I could get away with it.

It was getting towards bedtime and we started to get ready. Lisa asked me to not wash my face in the shower and I followed her instructions. By the time I had slipped my new babydoll on she had slipped a DVD into the player and was already watching a movie. I slipped in and snuggled up to her, just us two girls it would seem to anyone who was watching. She put her arm around me and started running her hand across that base of my neck, her fingers playing with my earlobes as I watched the movie. It was porn, why was I not surprised. But where I had been expecting something that was not "straight" it was straight porn. No transgendered, no guy on guy. I found myself almost studying how the girl was giving head. How she used her hand and her mouth. When she broke off, and what she did with her fingers and hands. I watched her technique and tried to see what was having the best effect on the guy. I watched how she swallowed, well it was porn, I didn't think that one had to take it in their mouth and hold their mouth open before swallowing.

I noticed that Lisa was sporting a raging hardon. I took that as my queue and leaned forward and slipped off her shorts to expose her womanhood. I took the nine inches in my hand and started to follow along with the "instructional" DVD that was still playing. Lisa made a small moan as I started to copy techniques that I had seen the girl use in the movie. I used my new long fingernails to tease the glands and raked them across the underside of her penis. Lisa reached out and started to stroke my back as I took her into my mouth wrapping my red lips around her. I could see a portion of our reflection in the full-length mirror and there was no doubt in looking at that that I was looking at a beautiful woman in a pink satin babydoll giving a nine inch cock the best blowjob she knew how.

I continued to work Lisa's cock with my mouth, tongue and fingers. I wrapped my hand around the base and started to move my hand and my mouth in unison, in a pattern that matched the one I had just seen used in the movie. My long hair feel in front of my face, I didn't stop. I was on a roll now and was about to enjoy the fruits of my labor and my ability to learn fast. Lisa's hips started to buck and I could feel her start to enlarge in my mouth. I pushed her deeper into my throat. I sucked and swished my tongue around. I pumped with my hand and kept the motion steady. And then there was the reward. Lisa started to cum. I pulled back and let it flow into me, drinking down as much as I could as fast as I could. She continued to sprit more cum into my mouth and I could feel it trying to force its way out the corners of my mouth. I gulped it down. I could feel Lisa relaxing underneath me, but I knew I wanted more. I continued to work her cock trying to bring life back into it. After a few minutes Lisa put her hand under my arm and pulled me up to her. She rolled me on my back and started to kiss me deep and powerfully.

She broke off the kiss and started to move down my body with her hands. She removed my baby dolls and panties. I was under her spell. As she kissed and caressed me she started to talk about Joe. How he had boyish good looks and such charm. She started to describe him, as if painting a picture. I closed my eyes and went along for the ride. She lifted my leg and rolled me slightly to the right. "Do you think Joe would kiss you like this?" she asked and she started to kiss my ass and moved her tongue to my rose bud. "Do you think Joe would do this?" she asked as she pressed first one finger and then another into my ass, moving them in and out slowly. "Would Joe do this as well?" she asked as she continued to heighten both my pleasure and desire. I lay there with my eyes closed and tried to visualize Joe from dinner. I tried to visualize that he was doing what Lisa was doing to me. I felt Lisa move up and press her weight down on me. She lifted both my legs and exposed my waiting ass for her pleasure.

Lisa whispered my name time and again, lowering her voice, pretending to be a man. "Joan, do you want me?" she asked. "Yes, take me now." I responded. And she slipped into me pressing her flesh into my waiting hole. My eyes were closed and I was in heaven. I wrapped my legs around Lisa's waist. I locked my feet behind her. I pushed myself onto her cock with each press she made into me. She lowered her voice again and whispered my name, Joan. And then something happened. I am not sure what, but with my eyes closed I was not giving myself to Lisa, the face before me was Joe's. It was his eyes, his fresh breath that washed over me, his smile and his clean bright teeth. And I rocked with the motion. I pressed myself into him. I gave myself over to Joe/Lisa. I was Joan and I was taken. I started to orgasm, but not from my cock that wasn't even getting hard. I was orgasming from my ass. It was shooting through me as it spasmed around the Joe/Lisa cock that was slipping in and out of me. The moments merged and separated. I couldn't tell whom I was giving myself too. I didn't care, I just wanted to be filled. Joe. Lisa. Suddenly there was no difference. I wanted to be filled and I was doing everything in my power to generate release in my partner. I squeezed. I tightened my legs pulling my partner deeper inside of me. And in response I felt the cock in me expand. Oh Joe. Oh Lisa. Oh Joe, and then it released and I felt warmth spill through me.

I had had multiple orgasms, but they were far different than any I had had before. They all were through my ass. Yes, I had in fact ejaculated, but it wasn't much and it was more like excessive precum than a full-scale ejaculation, but I was satisfied and whole. I opened my eyes and Lisa looked down on me with a beaming smile. I had crossed over some line and she knew that I had done so. We kissed and I unlocked my feet from around her. "You know, you lost the bet." I nodded. "That means that you have to keep two things I did." I nodded again. "She smiled again at me and said, "That's good because I don't have the glue remover to take the breast forms off, so they will have to stay. And I worked too hard on your nails to have them come off so they will have to stay as well."

I had lost the bet, but I didn't care. I had made Joe come inside of me. I had given a blowjob as a woman. I had seen it myself. I had passed in the real world as a woman. I had lived it myself. I had met a man as a woman and I had excited him. I was proud of my budding womanhood. I saw how much it pleased Lisa. I knew that I wanted to please her, and Joe? Now where did that thought come from? I was tired, spent and confused. Worse yet, I was not going to be able to go back to the house where all my clothes were and get them from my wife. How in the world was I going to explain to her that I had breasts? How would I explain the long and painted nails? No, there was no going back for me now. Lisa had said that there was a path forward, and that she would show me the path. She loved me. She was my friend and I trusted her.

I drifted off to sleep.

At this point my life was going to go into a routine. Lisa had taken me in the hand. She was going to lead me to a place where she said I would be better adjusted. I followed Lisa's instruction. I went to the gym with her. I followed the med regime that we established. I even started to go to her doctor's appointments with her. When she saw the laser person for hair removal, I saw the laser person for hair removal. True her appointments were 20 minutes and mine were four hours, but soon mine started to take less time. When she went to the salon, I went to the salon. Soon my eyebrows were shaped like hers. Soon enough I knew what base was, how to apply makeup and how to do so in such a way so that it didn't look like I had on anything at all. We were friends and lovers, and she was also my teacher and mentor. She insisted that I learn to make myself presentable for the world. She taught me how to do so. It was strange. The last pair of men's clothes I had worn was that Saturday long ago. I was now more comfortable in heels than in flats. I was more comfortable in a sundress than slacks. I had fallen in love with the way my legs flashed when I walked, how my tight calves and thighs caused a head to turn. The breast forms came off, finally. And at about four months into the regime I noticed that I needed to go out and buy a bra, since I now had a cup size. Lisa thought I was going to be a natural C, but there was little doubt at this point that I had become an A on my way to a B and that the hormones were having their planned effects on me.

I had all but forgotten about Joe. Lisa had made sure too not put me into a situation like that again. But like every couple, Lisa and I couldn't be everywhere together. So Lisa wasn't with me the day that I ran into Joe at the mall. She wasn't there to help me come up with a good reason to not have a drink with him. And so it was that five months, well almost six, after I had met Joe with long auburn hair, I had the opportunity to re-meet Joe, but now the differences were both small and large.

My hair was all natural, and all mine. It was cut into a short, but styled with a very girlish layered cut. I was wearing heals that made me just a few inches shorter than he. I had dressed myself, choosing my own outfit and applied my own makeup. In short, I was passable and starting to live life as a woman in a more acceptable way. But I wasn't ready for Joe. I had chosen to wear a light blouse out and it came with a jacket that I had left in the car. So here I was in a short skirt and an almost see-through blouse with a man who I knew I had excited before. And we were at a restaurant/bar just outside the mall. I was drinking real slowly because the last thing I wanted to do was get pissed at this early hour of the evening.

Joe asked me where I had been and why I had not called. I attempted to explain that I had lost his card and I apologized explaining that I had really intended to call him. He accepted my explanation and we started to talk, almost from the point where we were at when we had stopped five months earlier. As the evening progressed Joe and I moved to a table for diner. He refused to let me pay my part, such a gentleman. We went from the dining area to a small set of stools near a small dance floor area back by the bar and sat at the tables there while a DJ spun records that weren't too loud for those that were talking to have to speak over.

Again, I must say in my defense, that I wasn't really ready for this. I was looking for my exit moment when Joe suggested that we dance. The song was about half over and the dance floor had two other couples on it, so I figured with the speed of the song, it was a safe thing to do, and I would be standing at the end so I could gracefully say my goodbye. I let Joe help me up from my seat and with his arm around me he steered me off to the dance floor.

Maybe I misjudged the music, but just as we were getting ready to start dancing the song ended, so there we were looking at each other with no music to dance to and us waiting for the next song to spin. And then it came up. This was the point when the DJ decided to change the tempo. The song started out and I had two choices, either tell Joe I couldn't dance slowly, or let Joe lead. Joe took the lead. He reached out and pulled me towards him. I choose not to fight it and make a scene and flowed into his embrace as we started to slowly move to the music. Five months earlier, while slipping out of a booth, I had some idea of the package Joe carried, and my effect on him. This time there was no doubt in my mind. As we danced Joe moved his hand slowly down my back. When it got to the small of my back it stopped and pressed me closer to him. As I pressed into him I could feel every inch of his manhood screaming that it needed and wanted me. I shifted slightly and in doing so I had brought my hands up a tad, and now they were around his neck and my head rested in the crook of his shoulder. His hands continued to travel across my back, softly rubbing in just the right spots, not being too forward. When was this song going to end?

The song seemed to last forever, and with each rhythmic movement Joe's hands caressed me and his package let me know that I was exciting him as much as he was turning me on. As the song came to an end I lifted my head to look at him and thank him and he lowered his head at the same time. Our lips touched and there was a spark that flew between us. I didn't back away and he pressed down a bit. I didn't back away and he started to part his lips. I didn't back away and I felt his engorged cock press into me and I opened my lips back. His tongue pressed into me, slowly as if testing the waters, and I applied more pressure to my arms around his neck and he responded. He tightened his dance position and with just a small movement on his part, and maybe a small movement on mine, we were locked in a hot embrace and a deep passionate kiss. I could feel his chest hair pressing into my blouse and rubbing against my skin. I finally understood what Lisa meant when she said how wonderful that felt. I felt myself lean into him. My foot came off the floor, lifting me up and forward pushing me into the kiss and his tight embrace. I could feel a stirring beginning to bubble, a heat emanating from deep in my stomach and making me lightheaded. I could feel Joe's hand slowly fall and come to rest on my ass. I could feel the pressure as he pulled me closer into him, as he started to drink my soul. I released some of the pressure of my embrace and Joe followed the lead. As we broke the kiss and I came up for air Joe looked into my eyes and I looked into his. I knew right then and there, had we not been in a public place that there was no way I was going to stop. The heat between us was palatable. Lust was painted all over Joe's face, primal and hot. I knew that I had to disengage and find an exit strategy or else.

We separated and he walked me back to the table with his hand around my waist protectively. I gathered my things and Joe insisted that I provide him with my cell phone number. I couldn't come up with a good reason to object, so I did. And then, it was time to flee. I wasn't ready for this, and after making a very weak excuse, and trying to not be a cock teaser, I took my leave and made it back to the car before my legs almost gave out from underneath me. I sat in the car and noticed my breath was deep and ragged. My knees were still weak and my nipples stood out like hard bullets. My body was aching for it to be filled, and Joe's scent was all around me. My sphincter clamped down in a shudder as I had one of my mini orgasms sitting in the car, thinking about Joe, tasting him, smelling him.

I drove home and wondered how I was going to tell Lisa about the mess that I had gotten myself into.

When I got home Lisa was there. I could tell by the look on her face that there was a level of concern. It wasn't like me to be out and about without letting her know. I walked into the house and fell into her arms, breaking out in uncontrolled sobs. As she caressed me I started to tell her what happened. We walked into the bedroom and sat next to each other at the foot of the bed and I related everything. From my uncomfortable meeting to the ultimate kiss. Somewhere along the way Lisa lost the look of concern and I could see that it had changed. There was a ting of lust in her eyes. As I finished explaining the kiss and how I had fallen from grace, she leaned forward. "Was it like this?" she asked as she moved her mouth to mine. She pressed into me and I opened to receive her. Her tongue drove straight into me, re-igniting the lust I had felt just a short time ago. Joe's smell was all around me, on my clothes, in my hair, and his tastes now mingled with Lisa's. She took a more aggressive posture, reaching behind my head and drawing me in to her. I felt my stomach start to do flip-flops as sexuality started to burst inside of me. I was lusting. I wanted to be taken. Lisa's hand moved to my breast and she tweaked my nipple. A shot ran through me. My hand moved down to Lisa's crotch and there I found her cock ready, hard, filled with heat and ready to go. Lisa pushed me back on the bed and opened my blouse. Her hands moving across my chest and to my now curved hips. She mounted above me and released her penis lifting the skirt she was wearing and pulling my head up underneath it. I took her cock into my mouth slurping down the immense amount of precum at the tip. Lisa started to fuck my face, moving her pelvis in rapid fire motion in and out of my mouth.

Lisa leapt off the bed and turned me so that my ass was up. She tossed the skirt I wore up onto my back and I felt her rip off the panties. "What is his name?" she asked. "Joe." I replied. And I felt her penis press against my rosebud. "What is his name?" she asked. "Joe." I replied. And she started to push into me. "What is his name?" she asked. "Joe." I replied. And she started to stroke deep inside of me pumping harder and harder, her balls slamming against me. "What is his name?" she asked. "Joe. Joe Joe. Oh god, fuck me Joe." And he was. I was transported. While Lisa continued to pound my ass I kept whimpering Joe's name. Over and again she would push in, I would rise to meet her and Joe was on my mind. Joe was filling me. Joe's smell was all about me, I was Joe's bitch. And Lisa continued to fill me. I felt her expand and I started to be swept by multiple orgasms as I whimpered his name over and again. I felt her explode within me and it was Joe who I had just satisfied. I felt her fall across my back and I cried. She was smiling and laughing. I was in tears.

As she started to shrink out of me Lisa said, "Joan, you have come so far in such a short time. Joe doesn't know what he missed today. But soon I don't think he will miss it."

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Authors note: Okay, we know that going forward from here the next logical step is for Joan and Joe to get together. This is starting to get a tad harder to write, as I am not sure how to take Joan's character and run with it from this point. First off I'm going to have to deal with the fact that Joe's straight and Joan is going to have a hard time dealing with her feelings for a straight guy. Then I have to introduce Joe into sex with Joan in a way that is realistic. Then there is the question of introducing Joe into a possible threesome with Joan and Lisa. That would be in character for Joan to share, but with both Lisa and Joe being alpha to Joan's passive there are limits to what I can do here. And then we have the problem of Joan's wife. I still have her married, but separated from Joan and not even knowing that Joan exists as a woman. Finally, I created a character Larry that has been left out in the cold.