Paul Paula

Paul/Paula

It was quite a time ago, during the Nixon era. A time of "free love", relaxed attitudes and long before Aids. It was my second year at New York University where I was a drama student. I had dreams of making it as an actor and NYU was the place in New York to go. It was in an acting class that I first saw Paula, or Paul as he was called then.

I was sitting with my friend Bob when I first saw her. Tall, for a girl, about 5'7" and thin, about 110 pounds, soaking wet, long blonde hair, which in those days wasn't unusual for a guy or a girl, piercing blue eyes and dressed very androgynously. I turned to Bob and commented on how cute she was and he started to laugh. I was confused to say the least.

"What's the matter?" I asked, "Don't you think she's cute?"

Bob and I had been friends since our freshman year and had double dated frequently. Neither of us having any trouble with the ladies, as we were both about 6-foot tall and relatively good looking.

"Yeah, she cute alright", he replied, "But there's one problem."

"And what's that? Is she going with someone? Is she taken?" I asked.

"Buddy, that cute girl is a guy!"

"What!!??"

"You heard me! I had a class with him last year. Name's Paul Cohn. He's a very effeminate guy that likes to dress in such a way that you can't tell what sex he is. I'm not sure if he's a Homo, but it wouldn't surprise me."

"No way!"

" Listen buddy, I wouldn't lie to you. I'm telling you, that's a guy!"

I couldn't believe it, but Bob was always straight with me so I let it drop. Sure enough when the Professor took the roll for the class Paul answered when his name was called.

For the rest of the class I couldn't help but look at him. I knew I wasn't gay but I really found him attractive. I wanted to talk to him. To meet him, but I didn't want Bob to know I was interested, or for that matter anyone else. Back then, to be labeled as a "Fag" was "The Kiss of Death" socially. Most homosexuals were still deep in the closet and you didn't discuss them in any but derogatory terms. This lovely creature fascinated me, but I just couldn't figure out a way to make discreet contact. Fortunately, the Professor solved that problem.

Being an acting class, we were given an acting assignment, which was to choose a scene from a play and act it out. To do this the Professor wanted us to team up and he chose the teams arbitrarily. I couldn't believe my luck; I was teamed with Paul, purely by chance.

My friend Bob thought it was hysterical. I can still remember the numerous comments from him about my teammate. I made like I was really put out, but in reality I was thrilled. The professor then gave us the rest of the period to speak with our partners and decide what scene we were going to do.

I was standing there taking some ribbing from Bob when I felt a tap at my shoulder. I turned around and there was Paul smiling.

"Hi, I'm Paul Cohn, I guess we get to work together."

His voice sounded just like a girl's, high and melodic.

"Yeah. I'm Dave Marx." I replied. "Any idea about what play you want to do?"

Right to business.

" I don't know. How about a comedy."

"Sounds good to me but which one?" I didn't want to appear to anxious, so I suggested that we both go to the library look at a number of plays and meet with our suggestions the next day. Paul thought that was a good idea so we made an appointment to meet at the library the next day at 10am.

That night I couldn't stop thinking about him. I also felt very guilty about my feelings. I was quite torn. One side of me wanted to grab him in my arms and kiss him while the other side was repulsed by the fact that he was a man. I didn't get much sleep that night at all.

The next day we met at the NYU student library. I saw Paul first and damned if he didn't look even more feminine than the day before. His hair was styled more carefully and his clothes were more than just androgynous, they were girlish. The library, thankfully, was pretty empty. I walked over to him.

"Hi"

He looked up, "Oh Hi"; He gave me a cute little smile. If I didn't know better, it was the same sort of smile an "Hi" that a girl gives to let a guy know she's interested. At the time I let it go.

"Find any good plays," I asked? " I was looking at the Neil Simon plays like The Odd Couple."

"I was looking at Simon too," he said "I was thinking about Barefoot in the Park, do you know it?"

"Sure, but what scene?"

You see I was very familiar with that show, as I played the lead in my high school production two years before. The thing that confused me was that it is basically a four-person play. There's the male lead, the female lead, a male neighbor and the wife's mother. At no time do the two males have a scene alone together. We needed two male leads for our scene, or so I thought.

"I was thinking about the opening scene when Paul first comes home." He said.

"Wait a minute. I know that play and that scene. There's only the male and female leads in that part. We need two male characters."

"I know, but if it's alright with you, I'd like to play the female lead. It's a challenge that I would really enjoy and don't worry I won't embarrass you on stage. I can look like a woman. I also happen to know that our professor likes that sort of thing and we can look really good in his eyes."

"I don't know, I mean you're still a guy and I don't know if I could..."

"Listen, it's a very tame scene," he interrupted, "no kissing or anything, nothing to be embarrassed about. Guys have always dressed as girls in the history of the theater. If you are really serious about a career there you'd better get used to it."

He had me. What he said was true and the scene was pretty tame as I recalled.

"Where do you live?" He asked.

"The Bronx." I said.

"Good so do I, would you like to rehearse at my house? I live with my Grandmother. We could start tomorrow after school."

"I guess so." I answered and he gave me directions to his home.

"And don't worry. I prove to you that nobody will know a thing. See you tomorrow."

I really didn't know what he meant by that but I didn't think that now was the time to ask any questions.

I had no problem finding Paul's address as he lived about 2 miles from my home. His house was an older three story Victorian model. Very well kept and a little larger than most in the neighborhood. I parked my car out front and walked up the stairs to the front door. I rang the doorbell and waited for someone to answer.

When the door opened, I was absolutely stunned! There in front of me stood the most beautiful girl I had ever seen. She had blonde hair styled in a "Shag", the same as Jane Fonda wore in "Klute". She was wearing a tight, scoop necked top, which showed the well formed tops of her small, but nice breasts and she was wearing an ultra-short mini-skirt that barely came down to her thighs. She had on 3' heels, but the crowning glory was her face. With only light make-up and red lips she was simply gorgeous. I figured this must be Paul's sister, as she did resemble him.

"Hi", I said smiling, " I'm Dave, here to see Paul"

"Yes, I know." She replied.

"Is he in?"

" I told you that you wouldn't be embarrassed. Do I pass the test?"

It hit me all at once. I was astounded. This fabulous creature was Paul! He was beautiful and I was in love!

She smiled that intoxicating smile, " Come on in silly before a bug flies into your mouth."

And with that she took my hand and led me into the living room. I sat on the couch in an absolute state of shock.

" So... What do you think?" she turned around giving me the complete exposure, "Do I look like a woman?"

" A very beautiful one." I stated.

"Why thank you. I could tell you didn't know it was me and I could tell you were also impressed." And she sat down next to me.

I could feel the heat of her body and smell the perfume she was wearing. It was intoxicating.

She placed her hand on my leg and looked into my eyes, "David, I need to ask you a question, and the answer is very important to me. Did you mean it when you said I was beautiful?"

I didn't know what to say. I did mean it, but this was a guy! I'd never felt this way about another man before in my life. I had always been heterosexual. I liked girls! However, from the first moment I had seen Paul in class I knew he was special and Paul certainly looked like a girl and I was very attracted to him. There was no way you could tell there was a man under those clothes and makeup. I could feel my cock start to react to Paul's hand and his manner.

"Yes", I said, " I think you make a very beautiful woman."

Paul smiled and started to rub his hand on my leg, "Thank you David, I can tell you mean it and I appreciate it. I worked very hard at making myself look attractive for you today. I wanted to set your mind at ease for the scene."

"Well you succeeded, I can't believe how good you look."

" Really? I'm so glad you like me. You do like me don't you? I've been teased all my life about the way I look and you're the first to ever compliment me."

I looked into her eyes and could see the hurt of a boy that had been tormented all his life. Paul was a beautiful woman and I wanted to get to know her even better. I could feel her hand gently rubbing my leg and I looked at her red lucious lips. They were so inviting. Paul must have noticed because he stuck out his tongue and licked his lips making his mouth even more inviting. My cock was so hard it was painful.

"You deserve the compliment. I mean it."

Then the inevitable happened. Paul leaned forward and kissed me on the cheek. "Thank you. You don't know what your understanding and comments mean to me. You're the first person, except for my Grandmother, that has ever seen me dressed."

At that moment, lust took over. I placed my hand on Paul's chin, lowered my lips to her's, and kissed her like any man would kiss a woman. She opened her mouth and allowed my tongue access. It was wonderful and I was doing what I wanted to do, conventions be damned!

As I continued to kiss her, Paul placed his hand over my rock hard cock and started to feel me. He gently pressed and massaged my hard-on.

She pulled away from my mouth, "Mmmmm, nice!" she said; "I want that!"

The next thing she did was take my hand and placed it on her right breast. I kissed her again and began to rub her small titty.

She pulled away again, "David, please understand something. I want you, the scene wasn't the only reason I dressed today, but I don't want you to do anything that you will regret tomorrow or sometime in the future. I couldn't bear for you to hate me. I was attracted to you the minute I saw you in class and noticed you staring at me. I thought then how nice it would be to have you as my boyfriend, but, if you want to stop, I'll understand."

At that moment I couldn't stop if I wanted to, "Paul, I was staring at you because I found you attractive and now, seeing you as a woman, I am even more attracted to you. I don't want to stop and I fully realize what I am doing."

She smiled and a tear came out of her eye, " One thing then, please don't call me Paul, I'm Paula and I want to please you very much."

With that she kissed me deep and passionately. When she stopped, she began to unbuckle my pants. She pulled down the zipper and started to remove them. When they were down to my ankles she pulled down my jocky shorts and freed my hard cock. It stood at attention inches from her lips.

She looked up at me, "Last chance lover... If you want me to stop, I will, but once I start.... you're mine!"

"Paula baby, make me yours."

Her lips lowered to the top of my cock. She stuck out her tongue and slowly, lovingly, licked the head. Then she moved her tongue down the shaft, licking it all around and then she paid attention to my balls which she slowly teased with her tongue and her mouth. She had me in ecstasy. She then took her mouth and slowly covered the crown of my cock and started to suck. Finally she engulfed the whole thing and took it entirely in her mouth slowly moving up and down in a simulated fucking motion.

I looked down at her and I didn't see a guy at all. All I saw was a devastatingly beautiful young woman sucking on my cock. She seemed to enjoy it just as much as I enjoyed her doing it.

She sucked me better than any of my girlfriends. In her case it was a pure act of both lust and love. Her tongue did things that made me flinch and each time as I was about to cum; she would stop to extend the pleasure. She was driving me insane and I was falling in love.

At that moment reality set in. I was at her place and I remembered her telling me that she lived with her Grandmother, "Please baby, you're driving me crazy! And what if somebody comes in?"

She stopped sucking me, "Don't worry, I live with my Grandmother, and she is visiting her sister in Chicago. She won't be back for another week. It's just you and me. Do you want to see more of me? Would you like me to undress for you?"

"Mmmmmm... Yes!" I really wanted to she what she looked like nude. I had only gotten a small look at her chest and was dying to see what those lovely tits looked like.

With that she slowly started to stand. I was going to get a striptease. She removed her top and I could see that her tits were behind a sheer push up bra, which she proceeded to remove. I was amazed, although small; she had tits with large nipples. She took them in her hands and squeezed them. It was a very erotic sight and I was still as hard as a rock. She was quite a tease and she enjoyed showing her body off to me.

" Do you like them? They're still small but I'm working on that. Would you like to suck them my darling?"

Would I!!?? I could only shake my head in the affirmative. She came forward and put them near my mouth. I chose the right one and licked the erect nipple, then I put my hand around it and pulled it into my mouth and sucked. I pulled her onto the couch and into my arms. She moaned with delight. By her reactions to my sucking, they seemed to be very sensitive.

"Oh yes baby, suck my titties. Suck your girl. Make me yours."

I wanted her more than any other girl. It didn't matter to me that she was really a guy. No guy could look as beautiful as she. Hell... few girls were as beautiful! I wanted to please her. I wanted to satisfy her.

As I sucked her tits she moaned and proceeded to lift her torso. I looked down at her skirt, which had started to rise up and saw her pantyhose and the bulge that they were trying to conceal. I knew what she needed, what she wanted, but it was something I had never done before. Could I please her that way? I didn't care. I only wanted to make her happy. As I continued to suck her breasts, my hand moved to her panties. I felt it. Her penis was small, only about 5" and very thin, but hard and her hose was a little wet from pre-cum. I pulled them off and took her little hard cock in my hand, gently stroking it.

As I stroked her, I looked at her face. She had a very intense expression, one of pure ecstasy and sexual arousal. She began to moan as I continued to caress her cock. I could see that she was really enjoying it and surprisingly, so was I. Her cock just felt so good and sexy.

"Oh yes, lover, that feels so good!" she said, " Stroke me baby, please play with my dick. I'm all yours."

She was really getting into it. Her eyes where tightly closed and she continued to moan. For me it felt so nice to have her in my hand and to be pleasing her. I could feel her cock start to pulse, then spit drops of semen.

"Oh baby! That was wonderful!" She said as she relaxed her back onto the couch. Her eyes still closed.

I looked up at her face. She was crying! I stopped immediately and pulled her up on the couch.

"What's the matter?" I asked, "Why are you crying? Is something wrong? Did I hurt you?" I was genuinely concerned.

She looked at me and I immediately knew I had misread the moment. I put my arm around her and pulled her to me.

"Nothings wrong, my love. I'm just so happy. You are my first and I am so happy you can accept me as I am. You see I have always felt that I was a woman." She said and then pointed to her now soft dick, "But I always had that to remind me that I was a man. I have been teased my entire life for being a faggot and a sissy. I can't help what I look like and I have always found men attractive and was always told that it was wrong. I never thought I would find someone to love me. You are the first to ever touch me the way I want to be touched. I want to be your girlfriend and your lover. But if you don't feel the same way, I will understand."

She placed her head on my shoulder.

I was torn. I wanted Paula very, very much. I thought she was beautiful and I was extremely attracted to her. But she was still a man. Could I stand being labeled a "Fag"? I could lose all my friends and my parents wouldn't be very happy either. I had to make a really tough decision that could change the rest of my life. If only she was a real woman, I could be happy with her for the rest of my life.

I looked at her pretty face again. Nobody would ever believe she was not a woman by looking at her. She was 100% passable and "model" pretty. I realized that I wanted her very much. I was in love and I had the start of an idea. Maybe there was a way but, I would need her cooperation and consent.

" Paula," I asked, "Do you really want me as your boyfriend?"

" On David, I wanted you from the first time I saw you, but I didn't think this would ever happen. I want us to be together more than anything!"

"Would you be willing to be something you are not? To masquerade as another person?"

She looked at me very quizzically, "What are you getting at? Believe me David, I know how hard it can be to be labeled. I love you to much to have you go through the same thing I have gone through."

"I think I know how we can avoid that. How much do you enjoy wearing woman's clothes?"

" How much? More than anything in the world! I believe I am a woman. I would dress this way 24 hours a day if I could. I have all types of woman's clothes from casual to formal to lingerie. My Grandmother doesn't mind, in fact, she encourages it to the point wear she buys some of my clothes. Why do you ask?" She inquired.

"I have an idea where we can be boyfriend and girlfriend on a regular basis. But at times it will require you to be a really good actor... or actress!"

She looked puzzled, "What do you have in mind?"

I continued, "Just this... I think you are totally passable as a woman, and a very beautiful one at that. I'm going to tell all my friends and relatives that I met a really fantastic girl that I am going to go out with on a steady basis. It shouldn't be a problem at all when you first meet people, because I don't think anyone could ever tell the difference. I couldn't tell when I saw you at the door."

She interrupted me, "That's all well and good but what about some of the friends you have at school that already know me as Paul? Like your friend Bob. We were in classes together last semester. He used to make fun of me. I don't think he liked me."

"What if I told Bob that Paul had a sister that was a knockout! He wouldn't think twice about that and as I said, I really didn't think it was you when you opened the door. I figured that you had a sister! It would be a real test with Bob, more so than with my family, but I think you could pull it off. I know I want to try, do you?"

"More than anything in the world!"

I pulled her close to me and kissed her on the lips. Her mouth opened and my tongue entered. Her hand reached for my cock.

"Hmmm... I want that so much!" she said, "Let me please you as much as you pleased me."

With that said, she got on her knees and spread my legs. My cock immediately popped up to meet her lips. She licked the head and tasted some pre-cum.

"Mmmmm... you taste so good. I can't wait to have you in my mouth."

She then took my entire cock into her mouth and I proceeded to fuck her face. She was enjoying it as much as I was. Every so often I would catch her looking up at me and she would smile. This "girl" was the answer to all my dreams. She knew just what to do. After a few minutes my cock was ready to blow.

"I'm going to cum for you Paula!" and I did!

To that point in my life, I had never cum any harder. She eagerly accepted all of it into her mouth, some of my semen leaking from the corners. However, she managed to swallow most of it. Slowly she let my now limp cock fall out from between her lips.

"That was wonderful. You taste so good! I never imagined how good that would taste." And with that she kissed me on my lips. I could taste some of my semen and to be honest it didn't taste so bad.

She looked at me, winked, smiled and said, "Let me clean you up lover."

With that she licked my cock clean. It felt so good, it was almost painful. Each tongue stroke sent quivers down my body. She couldn't seem to get enough.

"I hope we can do this again and again. I can't wait to feel you inside of me. That will make me a complete woman."

And I wanted that as much as she did!

"I need to get dressed. We still have to talk about our scene for class. Why don't you follow me into my room and I'll show you some of my clothes."

I pulled up my pants and followed her into her bedroom. It was not your ordinary boy's room. First off, it had pink wallpaper and a frilly pink canopied bed with matching covers. There were dolls and stuffed animals all over the place. It was your typical girl's room.

She saw me looking, "I told you my Grandmother encourages my dressing and acting as a girl. She's been so good to me since my parent's died. She bought me all of these things. You know she always told me that I would find a man someday that would make me happy and David, today you've made me very happy." She came over and kissed me again on my lips.

The room had two closets in it and Paula showed me that one had boy's clothes in it and the other had girl's clothes. And what a female wardrobe she had! Everything from leather mini-skirts to hotpants to formal gowns. She even had several wigs in different styles, but all blonde in color. She took out a beautiful gold strapless gown and held it against her body.

"This is my favorite. It fits in such a way that it makes me look really endowed. I know I'm small on top but this does something, almost magical, to my upper body. I hope I get a chance to wear it for you."

When she pulled it away, I could see her nipples were hard again. I could just imagine how nice that dress would look on her.

"Come over to the dresser." She said.

I did and she opened some of the draws, "These are my really frilly things, everything from satin underwear to bras to teddies to some special things that I bought myself. Some things are a little too much for my Grandmother. Anything you would like to see me in?"

"Everything!" I replied and I meant it!

"How about this, love?" She picked out a red teddy without a crotch. "This is one of the things I bought for myself. I've always liked how this looks on me."

She started to take off her skirt and pantyhose. There was that little cock. I couldn't believe how turned on I was getting and the surprising thing was that instead of being repulsed by her cock, it was a major turn-on. I was getting hard again and I could see, so was she.

After she was totally nude she slipped on the teddy. It looked really beautiful on her and sticking out in the crotch area was her thin little dick. It was a very erotic sight for me.

"She brushed her hair away from her eyes, "Well... what do you think?"

I stepped over to her. Wrapped my left arm around her. Pulled her to me. Kissed her and wrapped my right hand around her cock.

She pulled her lips away from mine, "Find something you like bigboy?"

"Just you beautiful," I answered.

"Be careful, I'm ready to cum again."

That was all I had to hear. I gently lowered her onto the bed and spread her legs. There was her small penis, hard, thin and staring at me. She was looking at me. Both of us knew that this was a moment of truth. The moment that I would really accept her as she really was. The amazing thing was that I wanted to do what came next.

She picked up her head to watch my next move. I could see the look in her eyes, both the anticipation and the anxiety. I knew what she was praying I would do. I knew exactly what she wanted and needed. I lowered my head until my mouth was inches from her cock. I looked at her once more. She was watching me. I stuck my tongue out and licked the tip. I could taste her semen. I then took her entire cock in my mouth and sucked her, trying to remember the things she had done to me. I was using my mouth to stroke her penis and my hands were caressing her tiny balls.

"Oh, oh, baby, I love that! Please suck me my baby. Suck me good. I want you to take me. I want to be yours forever."

She was really into it and so was I. I enjoyed sucking her and pleasing her. She was a terrific lover. I had been with several girls to that point but none were as enjoyable as Paula was. She made making love wonderful!

"Oh... I'm gonna cum my love! Take me!!

I felt her little cock jerk then fluid spurted to the back of my throat. It tasted salty, but nice. There wasn't that much, but what there was really tasted delicious. I felt her cock immediately get soft as I continued to suck her dick. I didn't want to let it go, but finally I let it fall out of my mouth.

"Thank you baby, that was wonderful. I wasn't sure you would accept me like that."

"I wanted to please you and I really enjoyed doing it."

"Would you like to take me as you would a woman?" she asked.

I really didn't understand what she meant, at first, and it must have shown on my face.

"There are ways that you can be inside of me and I really want to feel you in me."

She started to take off her teddy. When she was totally naked, she got up and proceeded to take all my clothes off. During the process she played with my hard cock, commented on how much she liked it and wanted it, and even licked and sucked on my nipples. When she was finished undressing me, she pulled me onto the bed and pressed her body next to mine.

"I want to be yours forever David. I'll be your beautiful girlfriend, your confidant and your lover. Nobody will ever know the truth about us."

She reached over to her night table, opened the drawer, and took out a small tube of what turned out to be KY Jelly. She squeezed some onto her hand and then rubbed it all over my cock. She then put the tube up her ass and squeezed a generous supply into her hole.

"I have dreamed about this all my life David. It's the moment I become a real woman and I am so happy that it is with you. I'm yours to take now." And with that said she turned on her back and lifted her legs.

"I know it's more difficult this way instead of doggie style, but I want to be fucked as a woman is fucked. I want to see you as you fuck me," Paula said.

I got underneath her legs and let her ankles rest on my shoulders. Slowly I eased my hardness into her asshole. The KY made it slip in with just a little trouble and I slowly started to pump her. It was very tight, and I could fell the walls of her ass close in around my penis. I could see by her face that she was definitely enjoying it, but what really turned me on were the things she said as I fucked her.

"Fuck me baby. I need it good. Fuck your girl. I need your cum in me."

She started to pump also, faster and faster. She was really getting into it. She was getting wild.

"Oh yes baby... please fuck me harder. I need to feel you deep in me! Oh, yes.. yes... yes, deeper, deeper!!!"

I pushed in as far as I could go. My cock was totally into her ass and I noticed that her little cock was getting hard again. The sex was really turning me on and I was ready to cum again.

"Oh baby... give it to me. Give it to me! I want you to cum in me!

She was bucking like crazy and I couldn't hold back any longer. I shot right into her asshole!

"Arghhhhhhh.........oh, oh, oh!" she screamed and with that her little dick shot some semen onto my stomach.

We collapsed. I crawled next to her and held her in my arms. We kissed, long and passionate.

"David, I never thought it could be like that. Having your cock in me was heaven."

"You were really wild!"

"You made me that way. I couldn't believe how great it felt to have you fuck me. It's so wonderful having you as my boyfriend. I dreamed that this would happen. I wanted it to happen. But, to be honest, I really never thought that it would. I was really afraid that when you saw me at the door, you would be repulsed and leave and never speak to me again. I was so scared that I almost didn't go through with it. I almost didn't dress for you."

"I'm glad you did Paula. You can't believe how glad I am to have you. Since I first saw you in class I wanted you and now I have you."

"For as long as you want my love. Can I ask you something?"

"Anything."

"Can you stay the night with me and sleep with me. I can't bear to have you leave just yet." She pleaded.

"Let me make a phone call and make up some story for my parents. I've stayed at friend's houses before and it's still early. Anyway, we still have to talk about the scene and how we are going to handle presenting you to my friends and relatives. You realize that we can't do "Barefoot in the Park" anymore. We can't have anyone seeing Paul as a girl because when they see Paula they might suspect something."

"Of course you're right. I guess you can be Oscar Madison and I can be Felix Unger," she replied.

"That's fine by me, but one other thing. In school I want you to wear very boyish clothes, nothing that seems feminine at all. I want to distance Paul from Paula as much as possible... agreed?"

I could see the disappointment in her face.

"I guess so. I really love wearing feminine things but I do see your point. But, if I can have you and be your girlfriend, it will be worth it," she agreed. "Make your phone call and I'll make us some diner. I want to start practicing being your girlfriend."

I got up and started to dress. After I put my pants on, I felt Paula arms around me. Hugging me.

"David, I'm so happy right now," she said.

I turned around and smiled at her, then kissed her, "I am too baby. I can't believe how much!"

That was the beginning of a relationship that has lasted many, many years. After college Paula and I moved in together and we have been with each other all that time. Neither of us went into the theater, although, Paula did do some print ad modeling right after college. I work on Wall Street, about as far away from Hollywood as you can get, but we are very comfortable financially.

Most people think we are married and at 43 Paula is still very beautiful and still has a terrific figure. She had implants done back in the late Seventies and with hormones she really filled out. We both take care of ourselves and we appear to be the model loving couple. She still turns heads at company functions. My family just loves her and nobody has ever realized what she really is. No, she never had the operation and we both like it that way. I realized early on that a beautiful woman with a cock was what I really wanted.

Oh, and what about Bob? He never suspected a thing, even when poor Paul was killed in a car accident in 1979. Bob, unfortunately, was away at the time and couldn't come to the funeral. He did call Paula from the West Coast to console her though. He spent about an hour on the phone with her telling her how sorry he was and how much he liked Paul. To this day I can't believe the guy never realized that he never saw Paul and Paula together. And the weird thing is that when I do see him he always comments on how lucky I am to have Paula and how much he envies me after his three divorces. He always laments on how he wishes that he met someone like Paula.

I just write it off to the fact that he never met... the right guy!