From alt.sex.stories.tg Sun May 5 00:49:32 1996 Path: mordred.cc.jyu.fi!news.csc.fi!news.eunet.fi!EU.net!uunet!in1.uu.net!news.i-link.net!usenet Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.tg Organization: I-Link Lines: 130 Message-ID: 5figxY5fahnI090yn@i-link.net Reply-To: LabRat@i-link.net (Karen Mitchell) NNTP-Posting-Host: austin-2-8.i-link.net Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-1 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit
I did not write this and you must be 18 or over to read it as it may contain a great deal of adult explicit sexuality. If this is offensive do not read - delete file. For those of us who enjoy .... enjoy! Please do not ask for files by e-mail - I can barely keep up with what I have now.
I'm Heterosexual by Wendi Robertson
I had been going with Mary for about six months when we decided to live together. I hadn't crossdressed since I started dating Mary. I KNEW that my romance with her had "cured" me of my desire to dress in womens' clothing. Of course, I had hidden my secret from her. One night, after Mary and I had lived together for several months, we were watching a featured news program on television. It had a segment which featured transvestites and transsexuals. Just seeing it made me a bit nervous and, at the same time, aroused that desire I thought was gone. Then Mary made a casual remark about how she kind of got turned on by the thought of a guy dressed up to look like a woman. With a couple more glasses of wine, I blurted out my secret. She seem to hesitate, and then she accepted it. Needless to say, my "habit" returned, stronger than ever. With Mary to help me buy the right clothes and to help me with my makeup, I looked prettier than ever before. She even helped me with details as to proper walking, sitting, and the like for a pretty, shy new young woman. Also, Mary seemed to become more aroused and achieve a more intense orgasm when we had sex while I was dressed as a shy, introspective, but attractive young lady. Mary kept after me to go into public with her as her girlfriend. I kept saying no, because I was afraid of being found out.
One day, I relented, and found that I passed easily in the company of Mary. She did all the talking and spared my one real weakness--my voice. I joined a TV/TS organization. Of course, I listed myself as "heterosexual". I was, of course, quite heterosexual. In fact, whenever one of my fellow TV/TS friends would inquire, I would always reply, "I'm heterosexual." Mary knew that. She was known to remark, more than once, to her gendered-women friends at our local TV/TS meetings, "of course, Wendi is heterosexual." As the months passed, I attended many meetings of my local TV/TS group. Mary was always with me. But the months also saw her become more dominant. Not overtly so, but she seemed to try to take charge of our relationship. I kind of resented it, but we generally got along quite well, and our sex life was quite regular.
One fateful night, Mary was unexpectedly detained at work. It was the night of a gala party being thrown by a wealthy member of our TV/TS group. Mary insisted that I go without her. By this time, I felt comfortable going out dressed alone, especially at a party where I would be with friends, and didn't have to pass. I took an hour to dress in my expensive ravishing new cocktail dress. I really looked good. For some unknown reason, I decided to wear a garter belt and stockings, instead of panty hose. My garter belt was a new import from France. It was a part of a matching panty and bra set. The party was a smash. But I was surprised that the hostess had invited some single men to attend. That is how I met Robert. Robert really put the make on me. I enjoyed his conversation, but he made me a bit uncomfortable. He made a remark about how he would like to get to know me better. The remark was a bit suggestive, so I stated, "But Robert, I am heterosexual." This didn't phase him at all. He simply said, "So am I, Wendi."
As the evening wore on, Robert was constantly at my side. He was not only very charming, he was quite persuasive. After three hours, I felt very comfortable with Robert. I almost felt like we had been friends for years. When he held my hand at the party and said, "Come on lady, I want to buy you a late supper." My heart was pounding and my head was light.
There was a part of me that didn't want to go, but I said without hesitation, "I'd love that, Robert." Robert opened the passenger door of his Mercedes for me. He really knew how to treat a lady! He took me to a posh, intimate supper club. We were escorted to a quiet booth in a dark corner. We had a delightful supper. After supper, while enjoying our coffee and cordials, Robert suddenly drew very close to me. Before I knew it, he was passionately embracing and kissing me. I drew back, shocked, and said, "Robert, stop it. You know that I'm heterosexual!"
He replied, firmly, "I know you are heterosexual, Wendi darling. But you are also a woman! ...a woman by choice, my sweetness, which makes you all the more a wonderful woman!"
It suddenly sunk to the depths of my soul. A woman by choice! I WAS a woman by choice. It was suddenly so apparent and so delightful. I knew at this moment I could never be with Mary again. Yes, I thought, I'm heterosexual, but I'm a heterosexual woman! Then Robert again took me in his arms and I felt his hand go under my dress. He fondled my nylon-clad legs and worked his way up to fondle and caress my buttocks. He discovered my garter belt. He whispered in my ear as his index finger pushed the silk of my panties between my buttocks, "You know what it means when a pretty young lady wears stockings and a garter belt?"
I was so excited, I could hardly even whisper. I softly said, "What does it mean, Robert, dearest?"
He said, "It means that the lady wants so very much for her man to make love to her!" I couldn't speak anymore. I was faint and trembling with both fear and excitement as Robert and I left the supper club, hand in hand. We went to Robert's posh townhouse and spent the night! I submitted totally to my wonderful Robert. I received him in my mouth and then he gently took me in what he referred to as my "woman-by-choice's 'vagina'". As Robert made gentle love to me, he whispered in my ear, over and over, "My darling Wendi...my darling woman...woman...woman..." I loved the sound of the word "woman", applied repeatedly to me by my coupled male lover. Robert seemed to have complete, albeit gentle, control of my body and mind. That night I became forever a woman by choice. I felt more feminine and graceful than I felt Mary was.
Oh, yes--Mary. The next day Robert and I gently broke the news to Mary. She was upset and cried. I tried to comfort her. She said to me, the tears in her eyes, "But Wendi, I thought you were heterosexual...I know you are heterosexual." She went on, "I still want you for my lover, Wendi."
"Yes, Mary, I am heterosexual...a heterosexual woman like you. I cannot be a lesbian, Mary. I am Robert's woman. I can only be your friend.", I replied.
Suddenly, Mary seemed to completely understand. She squeezed my hand, saying, "Yes, Wendi, I see... You are a woman by choice... the commsumate female... and I trained you well!" She gave me a playful pat on the behind, saying, "This belongs to Robert." Looking at Robert, Mary said, "Treat my best girlfriend well, Robert!" She's probably the most heterosexual woman you'll ever find, you lucky stiff!" As Robert and I walked out of Mary's apartment, hand in hand, he in his smart sports suit and me in my smart pleated skirt, angora sweater, coordinated heels, and shoulder-length glistening hair, my supple breasts jutting forth in my sweater, my ruby-red lips were almost shining, my shapely panty-encased buttocks swaying beneath my silken slip and skirt...I could tell that Mary was right in more ways than one...Robert was, indeed, stiff! And I was, indeed, Robert's woman...his heterosexual woman!!