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Girly Boy



a Story by Varangian







"You raised a good point," I said to the woman beside me in the

elevator.  "I've never looked at the matter from that direction."



We were ascending from a conference session on the second floor.  I

intended to have lunch at the roof top restaurant.



"Do you know much about Makto?" she asked.



"He was the topic of my M.A. thesis," I responded.



Her mouth dropped.  "Then you're, you're ..."



"Simons, Charles Simons."  I extended my hand.



"Grace Zandoski," she responded, grasping it just as the elevator

reached the top.  We exited still hand in hand.



"I've read your thesis!" she exclaimed.  "Matko is the topic of my

dissertation.  I disagree with your interpretation of his motives."



"So I understand from your question at the meeting.  You're free to have

him.  I did something else for my doctoral thesis."



"You're finished?  Do you have a job?"



"Such as it is -- a small college in Michigan."



"Better than nothing!  The job market is tough, especially when you

don't have the degree yet."



"Try a junior college."



"I'd take anything!" she exclaimed.



"Then join me for lunch.  My treat, because I'm employed and you're

not."



"I never turn down a free lunch, Chuck."  She grinned.



"I prefer to be called Charles," I responded, returning the smile.

"When I was a boy there was a bully at school who called me Chuck and

Chuckie."



She rolled her eyes.  "I know about bullies!"



While we waited for a table she struck a pose when she discovered my

eyes assessing her.



"Do you like what you see, Charles?" she asked in a friendly tone of

voice.



"Forgive my rudeness," I quickly replied.



"Ogle me all you want -- I don't mind."



She was half a head shorter than I, and her flaxen hair was tied in a

pony tail.  The fresh, unblemished face was androgynous, more cute than

pretty, and she used little or no makeup.  I stepped back to get a good

look her.  She was a slender woman with small breasts, but her shapely

limbs were well filled out.



"Very nice," I remarked.  "How old are you?  You appear to be rather

young for a doctoral candidate.



"Twenty-four.  I entered college at sixteen."



"Pretty and bright too.  That's a lovely combination."



"Thank you, sir.  And how old are you?  Are you married?"



"Thirty and no."



A hostess then interrupted us to announce that our table was ready.

Grace walked ahead of me, allowing a lingering view of her perky behind.

I speculated on my chances with her.  She had either taken an immediate

liking to me or she was just naturally friendly.  I hoped for the

former, of course.



"I enjoy conventions," she said after we were seated.  "It's a break in

the routine, and one can meet such interesting people."



"Yes, like you."



"Thank you again, sir.  You know, Charles, I feel I'm already acquainted

with you.  One can tell a lot about a person from reading what he has

written.  And here you are -- young and good looking to boot."



I laughed.  "You beat me to the pass.  I was about to try a pick up

line."



"No need for that; we're already having lunch together.  Do you think

I'm being too forward?"



"Not at all!  It's refreshing to meet such an intelligent,

self-confident woman, especially one who finds me attractive."



"You are attractive, Charles.  Very.  Now what may I order?  Are you on

a budget?"



We flirted and discussed Moldovan history while we ate.  I loved the way

her mouth formed around every word, every syllable.  She had an adorable

face, and I was confident that I would soon be kissing her expressive

lips.  I was going to get laid, I thought.



The dinning crowd thinned out as people left to attend the afternoon

sessions, but we remained chatting, having given up on academic pursuits

for the day.



"How about a brandy?" I asked.  "I know it's early, but this seems to be

a festive occasion."



"I'd prefer a rum and Coke."  She wrinkled her dainty nose at me.



I hailed the waiter, ordering her drink and a whiskey for me.  We were

soon sipping our favorite beverages.



"Charles, I have an odd, perhaps rude question to ask.  You may refuse

to answer, of course."



"What is it?"



She squirmed her shoulders.  "Have you ever had a homosexual affair?"



That was certainly unexpected!  But I smiled and answered.



"Between the ages of thirteen and sixteen, until I learned to pick up

girls, that's the only kind of sex I knew.  I had a couple of

like-minded buddies."



"You did it three-way?"



"Yes.  And I'm not ashamed to admit that it remains a fond memory."



She grinned.  "It's obvious then that you aren't a homophobe."



"Hardly that!"



"In that case I don't hesitate to reveal a shocking secret about

myself."  She paused, staring into my eyes.  "I'm not a female."



I gaped at her.  My mouth must have fallen open to create a stupid

expression, because Grace giggled.



"You're joking, of course!"



"I'm quite serious, Charles.  Everything about me is feminine, including

my way of thinking.  But there is a discordance with one part of my

anatomy."



"You're transsexual?"



She nodded.  "When I was younger, in middle school, I was taunted by

guys who called me a girly boy.  I had girlish limbs and even the start

of small breasts.  I have never grown much body hair."



"So you were bullied."



"Absolutely!  It was a horrible time for me.  In college I began a

hormone treatment that enhanced my feminine appearance.  I grew real

breasts, changed my name to Grace, but where it really counted I

remained a male."



"Have you contemplated surgery?" I asked, leaning on the table,

intrigued by the story.



"Yes.  I could become a complete woman, but the cost is too high.

Doctors are known to make mistakes.  The procedure could deprive me of

the ability to have orgasms.  My male parts are fully functional,

Charles.  I'm able to sire a child."



I shook my head.  "This is bizarre!  No one would doubt your apparent

gender, that of a lovely, delicate female."



"Until I'm in bed with an unsuspecting lover."  She shuddered.  "I've

had a couple of horrible experiences."



"I can imagine!  So that's why you asked me that rather impertinent

question.  You want to have sex with me, but not if I'm homophobic."



She took my hand, and I squeezed back.  "I'm horny, Charles.  Extremely

so, and you're my kind of guy.  The only sex I've had in over a year has

been with myself."



"You masturbate?"



"Of course!  It's really strange, I suppose.  I whack off while fondling

one of my fully developed breasts with a dildo in my behind."



I sought to discover something in her voice, an alto tone perhaps, but I

heard only a feminine soprano.



"Did I turn you off, Charles?  Should I just get up and leave?"



"Absolutely not!"  My cock was swollen to its limit.  "Let's go to my

room."



"I'd prefer my own, Charles, if you don't mind.  I have a tube of

lubrication.  We'll need that, you know."



We exited the restaurant hand in hand and took the elevator to her room

on the fourteenth floor.





* * *





We kissed immediately after closing the door behind us.  One of my hands

roamed a perky butt while the other fondled a firm breast that just

filled my palm.



"I don't know what fantasy to entertain," I said after we paused for

breath.



"This is the main event, Charles," she cooed against my lips.



I still thought of her as a woman.  She felt like one in my arms.  There

was nothing masculine about her -- while she remained fully clothed.  We

kissed again, tongues dueling.



"Undress in the bathroom," she whispered. "Give me a minute or two to

get ready."



I did as she requested, sitting naked on the toilet, playing with my

cock and counting out the seconds.  When I went into the room, Grace had

pulled back the covers and sheets of the bed, draping a corner of them

over her groin.  I beheld a lovely young woman with long, alluring legs,

perky breasts and a girlish face that smiled at me.



"You're well hung, Charles," she remarked.



I sat on the edge of the bed, stroked an exquisite thigh and leaned down

to suckle a raised nipple.  She sighed and fondled my head.



"It's up to you, Charles," she said, running her hand up my arm.  "Do

what you want."



I kissed her intensely, desiring to keep her feminine guise as long as

possible, caressing a modest breast.  Then I straightened and pulled

back the concealing bedding.  I saw a circumcised, erect cock not six

inches long and slender.  The scant hair around it was less than I

remembered from my teen age buddies.



"God!" I exclaimed, enfolding the member.  "I'm going to suck you dry,

then fuck you lovingly in the ass."



"And after a shower, Charles," she murmured against my lips, "I'll do

the same for you."



Over the next two days we exhausted each other.  Our sexual bouts were

interspersed with dinners, shopping trips and visits to art galleries.

An observer would see a man with a pretty woman on his arm.



"I'm not married," I whispered into her ear as we cuddled the last

morning before departure, after I had once more reamed the lovely

creature, "but I have a companion, Heidi."



"I can't imagine you without someone, Charles," she responded.  "Is she

a jealous person?"



"Not at all.  We have an open relationship.  When I return, she'll ask

if I managed to get laid."



"And what will you tell her?"  Grace sounded bitter.



"The entire amazing truth, of course.  She'll certainly want to meet

you.  We only live three hours apart by car.  Do you want to have a

relationship, Grace?  Maybe three-way with Heidi?"



"I'm not sure about her, Charles, but I definitely don't want to lose

track of you.  My car's a wreck.  It won't make it up to Michigan."



"Heidi and I'll drive down to visit you on weekends.  We'll have a

ball!"





* * *





"Did you get laid?" Heidi asked after I returned home.



I embraced the strong body and felt an ample tit.  "You won't believe

what happened!  We now have a lonely beauty to play with.  Her name is

Grace."



"And what is so remarkable about Grace?"



I reached under Heidi's skirt to enfold a large cock.  "You'll find

out!"





END

Varangian: ludmax11@hotmail.com

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