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Subject: {ASSM} The P-Virus (tg) [1/12]
Date: Fri, 23 Nov 2001 02:10:09 -0500
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Had to get a new email, so I'm reposting my old works under the new 
addy to get it out.

This story is more physically erotic than most, and also is a bit 
slice of life which means it tends to wander around a bit in the 
telling of the story.  This story centers around Billie and Lillith, 
but also has some regular supporting characcters in Rosa, Toni, Kira, 
and Morgana.

Now, onto the boring stuff

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DISCLAIMERS

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This story contains scenes of an erotic and/or controversial nature, 
and is not intended for the perusal of minors.  Further if perusal of 
such material is considered illegal in your area or immoral by your 
religion or personal beliefs, you should likewise bypass this story.

This story remains the property of the author.  Permission is granted 
to download, photocopy, copy and repost so long as any such action 
contains these disclaimers, and no attempt is made to profit from 
this story.

All characters in this story are the creation of the author, and any 
resemblance to real persons, alive or dead, are purely coincidental.

This story may contain aspects of fantastic science or magic.  The 
parameters of what this science/magic can accomplish are completely 
at the discretion of me, the author, and, as such, I make no 
apologies for any rules of "real" physics, chemistry, biology, or 
magic that may be broken within the story.

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Now onto the fun stuff

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THE P-VIRUS

Bill went into the strip bar where he was supposed to meet his 
friends.  It was his twenty-first birthday and his friends were 
buying him his first legal drink.  After getting past the door, it 
took him a little while to find his friends at a table near the 
stage.  He sat down and greeted Roosevelt (a large black man who 
worked as the manager of the hamburger joint where he worked) and Ken 
(a fellow college chum who worked as an entry-level teller at a local 
bank).

They watched the show for a while, with Bill having a few beers until 
a new girl came on and started dancing.  When the girl got down to 
only her thong, it was clear that there was something different about 
this girl.  Underneath the little scrap of cloth on her crotch was a 
clearly visible bulge.  The woman had a dick!

As the woman moved on the stage, her rather pendulous breasts and 
firm, round buttocks drawing Bill's attention, the 21 year old said, 
"Hard to believe that he's a guy."

Roosevelt replied, "She's not.  She's a transsexual.  A woman's soul 
in a man's body.  So she's undergone a series of various medical 
treatments to change her body."

"She looks fantastic."

"Dare you to give her a twenty."

Bill laughed it off.  "No thanks.  I've got a girlfriend.  Wouldn't 
want the dancer to get the wrong idea."

"Please.  Do you have any idea how many bills get stuffed in her 
G-string every night?  She probably won't even notice your face."

"Even so..."

Ken said, "Is little Billie afraid?"

"I am not!"

"Maybe you're worried about what Lillith will say?  And what would 
your girl say if she knew her Billie was at a strip club?"

Bristling with macho indignation, Bill said, "For your information, 
Lillith knows exactly where I am.  Hell, if she hadn't had to work 
the late shift tonight at the hospital, she'd've joined us."

"So what's the problem?"

"It's just... I've never done it before."

"Duh.  You've never been in a strip club before.  Of course you 
haven't done this before."

Roosevelt laughed a bit.  "Relax, Bill.  It's easy.  You wave the 
money at her, she comes over and squats, you stuff the twenty into 
her G, and then, with a flirtatious wink, or maybe a blown kiss, she 
goes on with her show.  Here.  I'll even spring for your first bill." 
Roosevelt fished a twenty out of his wallet and handed it to Bill.

Bill unsteadily waved the twenty in the air until the stripper came 
over and squatted beside him.  Bill's face was red as he stuffed the 
money into what was left of her costume.  But he went red as a fire 
truck when she leaned over and kissed him on the cheek.  Of course, 
the hooting and hollering from the rest of the bar were doing nothing 
to put him at ease.

Shortly after the end of the transsexual's act, the waitress brought 
over another round of drinks.  Roosevelt said, "We didn't order 
these."

"Compliments of Double B, the lady who just finished her act."

The guys just shrugged and accepted the drinks.  They drank them down 
and watched the rest of the shows.  As the evening went on, each of 
them started feeling an uncomfortable itching in their asses.  None 
said a thing, afraid to comment on the feelings.

The last show of the evening belonged to Double B, and Bill took the 
opportunity to slip another twenty into her G.  After the act, when 
the three were getting ready to leave, the waitress came up and said, 
"Gentlemen, Double B has asked if you would be so kind as to join her 
in her dressing room for a brief talk."

"All three of us?" Roosevelt asked.

"Just for a talk."

The three were escorted to the back to a private dressing room. 
There they were introduced to the stripper, Double B.  The red hair 
she had been sporting turned out to be a wig, now resting on a 
Styrofoam head.  Underneath she had short, short blonde hair.  She 
was wearing nothing more than a robe, her breasts nearly falling out. 
She gave them a seductive smile, saying, "Hello, gentlemen."

Ken said, "Hello, miss B."

"Please, call me Sally.  Double B's my stage name.  Double B, breasts 
and balls, that's me."

Roosevelt took her hand and kissed it.  "Sally is a lovely name for a 
lovely girl."

Bill asked, "Excuse me, miss Sally, but why did you ask us back here?"

"I couldn't help but notice how shy and hesitant you were.  I figured 
this was your first time in a strip club."  Bill blushed crimson and 
Sally said, "I thought so.  I just wanted to put you at ease.  You're 
a cute boy.  You just need to relax a little."  Sally got a slightly 
worried look on her face.  "You are old enough to be here?  You 
didn't sneak in?"

"No, ma'am.  Twenty-one today.  Well, yesterday, actually, since it's 
past midnight."

"Happy Birthday!  Is there something I can do for you by way of a gift?"

Bill trembled.  The tingling in his butt had become a throbbing need 
and, before he could stop himself, blurted out, "Would you fuck me in 
my ass?" instantly worrying about what Roosevelt and Ken would think 
of him.

To his surprise, both men said, "Me, too?" their own asses pulsing in need.

Sally smiled.  She parted her robe.  She had removed her thong and 
her dick was already hardening.  "How could I turn down three such 
handsome gentlemen?  Take down your pants and get on your hands and 
knees."

All three men quickly dropped their pants, and got on their hands and 
knees, their rear ends pointed back at the lovely she-male.  Sally 
got on her knees behind Bill.  "Birthday boy first."  She slowly 
pressed into him, and Bill found himself pushing backwards to get as 
much of her into him as he could.

As she pumped into him, he couldn't believe what was happening.  He 
had never been interested in an ass fucking before, but here he was 
taking it up the ass and loving every second of it.  He felt a little 
guilty, thinking he was cheating on Lillith, but the pleasure was 
burying any sense of shame he had.  It only took a little while 
before he felt Sally cumming in his ass, and the feeling of that 
warmth in him pushed him into a cum of his own.

As Bill stood and pulled up his pants, Sally moved over and proceeded 
to fuck Roosevelt and Ken.  Both times they came with her and then 
stood up.  Afterwards, she asked, "Was it as good as you hoped?"  All 
three just nodded, not saying a word, even as they left.

After they were gone, the waitress came in, wrapped her arm around 
Sally's waist and kissed the beautiful stripper.  "Did it go 
according to plan?" she asked.

Sally sighed.  "Yes."

"What's wrong, love?"

"I just wonder if we should be doing this.  If we shouldn't have just 
stood up and said, 'No more.'  Is it right to put them through... 
this."  Sally waved her hands down her body.

The waitress kissed Sally on the cheek.  "I know it was rough on us, 
but would you go back if you could?"

"No."

"Aren't you happy?"

"Of course.  But will it be the same for them?"

"The Organization will help them to achieve better lives.  You know that."

"Yeah, but I just worry that one day the Organization will fail, and 
wind up making somebody miserable."

"But look at how many lives they've helped.  Do we take all that away 
just because of a chance that next time they won't be as successful 
as they have been?"

"I suppose not."

"Come on, Sal.  Let's go home."

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

Bill trudged into his house, feeling disturbed and guilty.  The ride 
home had been in silence, none of the men wanting to talk about what 
they had just done.  As soon as he walked through the door, he heard 
Lillith call out, "Hey, babe, did you enjoy the strip club?"

"Yeah, it was fun."

Lillith came into the room.  "Sorry I couldn't join you, but I had my 
shift at the hospital."

"No problem.  I think I'd just rather spend an evening with you, though."

"That's sweet.  But there's no way in hell I'm going to feel guilty 
by keeping you home when the hospital makes me work these late 
shifts."  The two sat together on the couch, Lillith curling her legs 
up underneath her.  "Tell me all about it."

Bill went over the night up through the last show in detail, Lillith 
occasionally asking a question or two.  When he finished, Lillith 
asked, "Alright, hun, what aren't you telling me?"

"What do you mean?"

"You're not a good liar, love.  You're not even good at covering 
things up.  There's something you're not saying."

"You remember that transsexual I mentioned?  Well after the last 
show, she asked me to her dressing room.  While there I..."

"Yes?"

"I asked her to fuck me."

"Hmm.  What did she say?"

"She accepted.  She fucked me, and Roosevelt and Ken."

"Lucky boy.  Most transsexuals lose their ability to get erections. 
Did you like it?"

Bill was shocked.  "You're not upset that I cheated on you?"

"Lover boy, you remember when we moved in together, I told you that 
although you'd be the only guy I'd ever do it with, there was no way 
that I could be exclusive to you since I occasionally needed sex with 
a hot, curvy girl.  If I can't remain exclusive to you, I can't very 
well protest when you find you have other needs that need fulfilling. 
The only reason I might protest is that I'd've liked to have been the 
first to pop your little cherry.  So long as you're open and honest 
with me, feel free to have sex with whomever you'd like."

"Thanks, hun."

"So did you like it?"  Bill blushed crimson.  "I think you did."

"Well, yeah, I did."

Lillith stood up, then pulled Bill to his feet.  "Let's get naked 
before you tell me more.  I want you to fuck me while you tell me 
your story."

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

Roosevelt walked into his house.  As soon as he was inside, he heard 
his wife, Toni, say, "About time you got home.  I suppose you were 
out boozing it up with your friends?"

Roosevelt sighed.  "I told you what was going on tonight, and I told 
you where I was going to be.  Get off my back, woman."

"Fuck you."

"I'm not going to do this.  I told you where I was and what I was 
going to be doing.  I'm not going to get into a fight."

"Fine!"

"Fine."

The two went upstairs in moody silence and climbed into bed, refusing 
to get close to one another.  Roosevelt and his wife were having a 
rough time of their marriage, and both felt it was only a matter of 
time before the whole thing was over.

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

Ken walked into his apartment.  He looked around the small space he 
lived alone in and sighed.  He had no girlfriend and no current 
prospects for one.  Ken, more than anything, wanted someone to share 
his life.  A lover, a friend, a confidante.  And once more he went to 
bed with no hope of realizing his dream.

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

The next morning, Bill woke up to the sounds of Lillith showering. 
He briefly mused on her energetic nature.  They had spent a couple 
hours having sex, and now, a few hours later, she was up and around 
as though she had gotten a full eight hours of sleep.

Bill got up and started going through his drawers in preparation for 
getting dressed.  Without realizing what he was doing, Bill opened 
the drawer that contained Lillith's lingerie.  He froze when he saw 
her panties.  Never before had he been so entranced with her 
underwear.  Like most men, he cared more about getting her out of her 
underwear then what the underwear looked like.  But right now, he 
found himself staring at the soft, lacy underthings with only 
appreciation and admiration.

He gently lifted one of the lacier pairs from the drawer.  He held 
them in front of his face, wondering how they would feel if he were 
wearing them.  Then, before he knew what he was doing, he stepped 
into them and pulled them up around his crotch.  He then looked in 
the mirror, reveling in the soft, silky feeling of the fabric around 
his genitals.  He struck different poses, seeing how he looked in the 
lingerie.

While he was posing for himself (fully intending to remove the 
underwear before anyone else saw him), Lillith came out of the 
bathroom, saw him, and said, "That's cute."  Bill turned and saw her, 
then blushed a deep crimson in embarrassment.  She walked up to him, 
saying, "Relax, hun.  A certain amount of curiosity about how the 
other side lives is normal.  Besides, I really do think you look cute 
with those on."  She stepped up behind him, reached around and rubbed 
his crotch with her hands.  "Ever think of getting fully dressed?"

"Fully dressed?"

"As a woman.  Undergarments, dress, heels, the works."

"Not... really."

"Want to give it a try?  We've got more than a few hours before 
either of us has to be to work."

"I...  I don't..."

She pressed her hands harder against his crotch and whispered into 
his ear, "Come on.  It's just you and me.  I'll make it worth your 
while."

Bill was breathing heavily, and barely aware of what he was saying 
when he said, "Okay."

Lillith spun him around and plastered her lips to his.  After their 
kiss, she opened her bra drawer and got out the bra that matched the 
panties Bill was wearing.  She quickly slid it on him and hooked the 
clasps behind his back.  Bill looked down and saw the empty bra cups 
and found himself wanting them filled.  Before he could ask Lillith 
to do something, she took some stockings and filled him out.

He cupped his "bosom" as she pulled out a slip.  She seemed to be 
moving with undue haste, as though if she gave him any chance to 
think, he'd end her fun immediately.  The thing was, Bill found 
himself wanting this even more than she did.  His only regret, as she 
slid the slip down his body, was that he didn't have a chance to 
savor the sensations of these wonderfully soft clothes that Lillith 
was putting on him.

He did get a brief break as Lillith ran to the closet to get a dress. 
He ran his hands over the soft and silky slip, stroking his abdomen 
as though he had curves.  Lillith was going to quickly return, but 
when she saw him rubbing himself, she gave him a few seconds before 
coming back with the simple, blue dress she had chosen.  "Lift your 
arms," she told him.  He did as she asked, and she slipped the dress 
on over his body.

He looked at himself in the mirror as Lillith got out a pair of 
stockings.  There was no way he could be described as feminine.  He 
looked like a man in a dress, but, for some reason, that didn't 
disturb him.  He found that he actually liked the way he looked in a 
dress.

Lillith sat him down and rolled the stockings up his legs.  After 
getting the second one in place, she ducked her head under the hem of 
the dress and kissed his dick through the panties.  Bill shuddered. 
Not just because of the kiss, but also because of the feeling of the 
soft fabric on his manhood.  Lillith stood and helped Bill to his 
feet.  Bill looked at himself in the mirror once more, and commented, 
"What about heels and make-up?"

"Well, no way are any of my heels going to fit on those big feet of 
yours.  As for make-up, I didn't want to push.  Want to try some?"

Bill looked in the mirror and whispered, barely loud enough to hear, 
"Yeah, I do."

Lillith could barely contain her joy.  She thought she'd have to 
trick or prod Bill into every step of the game, but he seemed to be 
having as much, if not more fun than she was.  If he'd've shown any 
remorse or emotional upset, she'd've ended the game immediately.  As 
his lover and as a nurse, a little fun would not have been worth it, 
but Bill seemed even more willing than she to explore his feminine 
side, and she loved him even more for it.

She sat him back down and got out some make-up.  She applied a real 
light coating to his face, then turned him to face the mirror.  "What 
do you think?" she asked.

He didn't look like a girl.  Didn't even look close.  He looked like 
a man in a dress and make-up.  But that didn't stop his "little 
soldier" from rising to attention.  He turned to Lillith and said, "I 
want you."

Lillith had been thinking the exact same thing.  The erotic 
excitement of turning her boyfriend into her boy-girlfriend had her 
nearly dripping with desire.  She looked into his eyes and said, 
"Take me."

He lifted her up and put her on the edge of the dresser.  She leaned 
over and lifted the hem of his dress and slip while he freed his dick 
from the panties.  He put his dick against her cunt and pressed in. 
She wrapped her legs around him and they kissed while he started 
moving in and out of her.

She felt his "breasts" on hers and briefly considered asking him if 
he'd get a pair of his own, but discarded it as soon as it popped 
into her head.  She'd never put him on hormones, and the only time 
she approved of elective surgery was when it was used to offset other 
problems, like in the case of breast reduction surgery or plastic 
surgery for burn victims.

She felt Bill shaft in and out of her and moaned, "Oh, Billie!" 
Normally, Bill wasn't too fond of the appellation "Billie".  He felt 
that the name was girlish, but considering that he was now in a dress 
and make-up, it seemed more appropriate than Bill.

Billie nuzzled "her" girlfriend as he shafted in and out of her.  The 
two moved together until they came simultaneously.  Panting heavily, 
Lillith said, "That was great.  Best sex we ever had.  Would you 
ever..."

"Consider doing this again?" Bill finished.  Before she could 
respond, he said, "Oh, yeah."

Lillith threw her arms around him and kissed him.  "God, this is fun. 
Do you want to go a little further?"

"Like what?"

"I could go shopping.  Get you some heels that'll fit, a wig, maybe 
some clip-on earrings.  We could get you really dolled up."  Bill 
shuddered.  Lillith hurriedly said, "If you don't want to, we won't."

"No, I want to.  I guess that's what scares me the most.  You propose 
all these extras and I just want more."

"Don't be scared, hun.  You're just realizing you can be and are a 
little more sexually adventurous then before.  Maybe being with me 
changed you, or maybe it just released something hidden inside. 
Regardless, we're not going to go any further than what you're ready 
to handle.  I'm not going to dress you up, then drag you outside to 
risk public embarrassment or anything like that.  Unless you want 
different, this is just a little game between you and me.  I won't 
even mention this to my best friend."

"Thanks."

Bill leaned forward and kissed her.  Lillith was pleasantly surprised 
when she felt his hard-on poking her again so soon, but she wasn't 
one to pass up an opportunity.  She slid off the dresser and knelt 
before him.  She pulled the dress completely off his dick from where 
it had slipped down earlier.  She leaned forward and greedily slurped 
his dick into her mouth.  She bobbed up and down on him, licking and 
sucking until she was rewarded with a copious load of his semen, a 
surprisingly large amount of semen considering how recently he had 
cum.

After she swallowed his gift, she stood, saying, "I better get 
dressed for work.  I wish I didn't have to.  I could play like this 
all day.  What time do you have to work today?"

"I don't.  I got today off."

Lillith licked her lips with an almost predatory hunger.  "Tell you 
what, big boy.  You stay in this dress all day, be in this outfit 
when I get home, then I will give you such sex, you'll be walking 
funny for weeks."

"It's a deal."

************
-- 
"This is reality, not T.V.  Can't you tell the difference?"
"Sure.  I just like T.V. better."

J R D
jrdss@pobox.alaska.net

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