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{\plain \fs20 \fs20 }{\plain \fs24 \b\ul The Right Thing?}{\plain \fs20 \fs20
}\pard \fs20
{\plain \fs20 \fs20
}{\plain \fs20 \fs20 You know, I{\u8217\'27}ll never be certain that I did the right thing . . . or that{\u8217\'27}s what I{\u8217\'27}m thinking now, at least. I seem always \softline
to have fluctuated between being one thing and wanting to be another, or . . . if that is possible, vice versa.
}{\plain \fs20 \fs20
}{\plain \fs20 \fs20 This present situation started with a guy I suppose you could call a genius, if you can define the term, I used to know \softline
. . . still know, drat it, but not the same way as I used to. Anyway, this man was into psychology and hypnosis, neither \softline
of which I believe in at all. He{\u8217\'27}d invented some stuff, things that I could not, didn{\u8217\'27}t really want, to comprehend. Just \softline
the same, he showed me some of his inventions that, although I don{\u8217\'27}t believe them, he actually made happen. }{\plain \fs20 \i\fs20 I}{\plain \fs20 \fs20 think \softline
it{\u8217\'27}s all those pills and stuff, but he said it was his psychological analysis of my mind that made me so ambivalent \softline
about my present condition.
}{\plain \fs20 \fs20
}{\plain \fs20 \fs20 I thought psychology was supposed to cure people of things like being a nut, or drugs and alcohol, or being \softline
excessively worried, and things like that. But he said . . . his name{\u8217\'27}s Manoel Barranca, by the way . . . Manoel said \softline
that it could also influence the way a person thinks, if applied using a combination of one of his screwy inventions, \softline
psychology and hypnosis.
}{\plain \fs20 \fs20
}{\plain \fs20 \fs20 Anyway, I was feeling kinda down for a period there, so what did I do? Tried to get really drunk, which with me is a \softline
very bad sign. I mean, like, I can{\u8217\'27}t hold my booze, but I think I can and while tanked to the ears, I am without doubt \softline
the most charming, irresistible man a woman ever saw! Uh-huh. Well, it seems I tried to hit on this one woman and \softline
this big bruiser of a guy she was with took more than mild exception to my pass. He hit me hard, but although I{\u8217\'27}m \softline
small I{\u8217\'27}m wiry and tanked up as I was I thought I could handle him and the six guys he{\u8217\'27}d come in with. Manny{\f3 \'43}I \softline
found out some time later it was Manny{\f3 \'43}grabbed me and hauled me the hell out of there. I heard{\f3 \'43}not from \softline
Manny{\f3 \'43}that he{\u8217\'27}d put an end to the guy{\u8217\'27}s trying to kick me in the gonads by cold-cocking him. Not only that but he \softline
took me back to his place to fix me up, too. I was bleeding pretty hard, it seems.
}{\plain \fs20 \fs20
}{\plain \fs20 \fs20 Well, Manny and me were old buddies, not always good buddies, but we got along okay, enough that he acted happy \softline
to have me for a guest . . . and said nothing about how long I could stay, or I should pay for anything . . . not at first, \softline
anyway.
}{\plain \fs20 \fs20
}{\plain \fs20 \fs20 I better tell you about me and Manny. Now, we{\u8217\'27}d never before gotten into a situation just like that night . . . you \softline
know, Manny didn{\u8217\'27}t have any guest bed, or a couch, or like that, so I{\u8217\'27}d have had to sleep on the floor, but he invited \softline
me to sleep in his bed . . . with him. Now Manny is a big guy, maybe 200 pounds, six foot and wide. I am a small \softline
guy, five foot five and if I{\u8217\'27}m soaking wet I might weight 110.
}{\plain \fs20 \fs20
}{\plain \fs20 \fs20 Besides being an inventor, a hypnotist, a psychologist, an M.D. (non-practicing) and a general wacko, Manny is a \softline
weightlifter, so his muscles are like balloons, his thighs are huge and he takes up a helluva lotta room in a king size \softline
bed, even. Yeah, he did have a king size bed, but it took two thirds to three quarters of it to accommodate him.
}{\plain \fs20 \fs20
}{\plain \fs20 \fs20 Well, in the morning I woke up with a rod poking me in the lower back, a weight across my arm, and heavy \softline
breathing behind me. I admit I lay there wondering where the hell I was for about three seconds and not knowing \softline
even then, I got scared, jerked back with the elbow under the weight and got Manny right in the sternum so that he \softline
{\u8220\'22}woofed{\u8221\'22} and farted loudly . . . with considerable stench. I noticed in all the commotion that started right then that I \softline
did not, as I usually did in the morning, have a hard on. Too frightened. From the effects of Manny{\u8217\'27}s fart and the \softline
situation of him looking like he wanted to use me for a bar bell I was into the bathroom with the door locked before \softline
he managed to get out of bed.
}{\plain \fs20 \fs20
}{\plain \fs20 \fs20 {\u8220\'22}Joseph,{\u8221\'22} he bellowed through the locked door, {\u8220\'22} you are going to owe me one for last night }{\plain \fs20 \i\fs20 and}{\plain \fs20 \fs20 that belt in the gut, \softline
damn you!{\u8221\'22}
}{\plain \fs20 \fs20
}{\plain \fs20 \fs20 Man, I knew he was mad, {\u8216\'27}cause he never called me by any names but {\u8220\'22}Joe{\u8221\'22} or, kidding, {\u8220\'22}Josephine{\u8221\'22} when we were \softline
in friendly mood. He called me Josephine {\u8216\'27}cause I was so much smaller than he was, and he{\u8217\'27}d kid me . . . if we were \softline
being friends, that is . . . with me being his date if we were going out together. He never carried that too far, never \softline
even hinted at anything like a homo relationship in front of anyone else, even made sure that no one could even think \softline
that we were anything but good buddies. As we were, when we were in a good mood. We were both straight, by the \softline
way, in case you{\u8217\'27}re thinking {\u8220\'22}he doth protest too much?{\u8221\'22}
}{\plain \fs20 \fs20
}{\plain \fs20 \fs20 I came out of the bathroom naked, after taking a quick shower, listening all the time for Manny to break down the
door and take me in hand. He was waiting outside the door, but he didn{\u8217\'27}t say anything, just walked past me and shut \softline
the bathroom door quietly. That was almost more frightening than if he{\u8217\'27}d cursed me some more.
}{\plain \fs20 \fs20
}{\plain \fs20 \fs20 I got dressed and started rooting around in his cupboards and fridge for things to make some breakfast with by the \softline
time he came out of the bathroom. I had a big package of bacon in one hand and three eggs in the other . . . I was \softline
gonna make an omelet for the two of us . . . and the look on Many{\u8217\'27}s face was enough to make me raise the bacon in \softline
what I thought was self-defense.
}{\plain \fs20 \fs20
}{\plain \fs20 \fs20 {\u8220\'22}Nah. Forget it, Joe. I didn{\u8217\'27}t mean anything by what happened in the bed, though it still hurts, you bum. Go {\u8216\'27}head, \softline
fix breakfast. Three slices of bacon for me, onions, peppers, red and green for the omelet in the drawer there.{\u8221\'22} He sat \softline
down and began reading the previous night{\u8217\'27}s paper.
}{\plain \fs20 \fs20
}{\plain \fs20 \fs20 So, I fixed us a good breakfast, neither of us saying anything while we ate. I{\u8217\'27}d started the Mr Coffee{\u174\'ae}, so we had \softline
coffee, although I like tea a lot better, now, and some toast in his wacky toaster with the one side that toasted about \softline
twice as fast as the other, neither side slow about burning the bread unless you kept a close eye on it . . . I had some \softline
kinda jam on the table, I forget what, spreading it liberally on my half-burned, half-floppy slice of bread, when \softline
Manny finally spoke, he having finished everything else to eat on the table.
}{\plain \fs20 \fs20
}{\plain \fs20 \fs20 {\u8220\'22}I told you, Joe, you owed me, right? I{\u8217\'27}m not angry now, but you still owe me for last night . . . {\u8216\'27}n{\u8217\'27} this morning. I \softline
think I know what the guy wanted to put the boots to you for. I think I can cure you and get you feeling better about \softline
yourself , if that{\u8217\'27}s what you want.{\u8221\'22}
}{\plain \fs20 \fs20
}{\plain \fs20 \fs20 {\u8220\'22}What the hell do you mean, {\u8216\'27}cure{\u8217\'27} me? I haven{\u8217\'27}t anything wrong with me. The {\u8216\'27}monster{\u8217\'27} didn{\u8217\'27}t try to kill me for \softline
anything but being drunk and trying to put the make on his girlfriend. He didn{\u8217\'27}t try to kick me because I{\u8217\'27}m sick, \softline
probably because }{\plain \fs20 \i\fs20 he}{\plain \fs20 \fs20 is!{\u8221\'22}
}{\plain \fs20 \fs20
}{\plain \fs20 \fs20 {\u8220\'22}Well, look, Joe, let me put this as a friend, huh? Last night in your sleep, you were moaning about you wanted to be \softline
close to a woman. You didn{\u8217\'27}t say a thing about you wanted to be }{\plain \fs20 \i\fs20 with}{\plain \fs20 \fs20 a woman, or }{\plain \fs20 \i\fs20 be }{\plain \fs20 \fs20 a woman, just }{\plain \fs20 \i\fs20 be close to }{\plain \fs20 \fs20 a \softline
woman. Now, do you think that{\u8217\'27}s sick? It sounds to me like you wanna be like a woman, right? You kept that up for \softline
over an hour in your sleep!{\u8221\'22}
}{\plain \fs20 \fs20
}{\plain \fs20 \fs20 {\u8220\'22}If I kept you awake, then I{\u8217\'27}m sorry,{\u8221\'22} I said, and I could feel my face getting red.
}{\plain \fs20 \fs20
}{\plain \fs20 \fs20 {\u8220\'22}Joe . . . Josie . . . Josephine, would you like to be . . . like a girl? Are we good enough buddies you can tell me the \softline
truth?{\u8221\'22}
}{\plain \fs20 \fs20
}{\plain \fs20 \fs20 I thought about our friendship for about a minute, looking at him{\f3 \'43}glaring at him, really{\f3 \'43}and I thought really hard \softline
about his inventions, the degree, his psychology and his weight lifting, for God{\u8217\'27}s sake! What that had to do with my \softline
decision I{\u8217\'27}ll never know, but I said, in a small voice,
}{\plain \fs20 \fs20
}{\plain \fs20 \fs20 {\u8220\'22}Yes.{\u8221\'22}
}{\plain \fs20 \fs20
}{\plain \fs20 \fs20 {\u8220\'22}Yes? You }{\plain \fs20 \i\fs20 would }{\plain \fs20 \fs20 like to be?{\u8221\'22}
}{\plain \fs20 \fs20
}{\plain \fs20 \fs20 {\u8220\'22}I{\u8217\'27}m not sure. But, look, Manny, I{\u8217\'27}m not gonna make love to you, or you to me, hear? I{\u8217\'27}ll still be a hetero male, I \softline
think, even if you can make me }{\plain \fs20 \i\fs20 like}{\plain \fs20 \fs20 a woman, right?{\u8221\'22}
}{\plain \fs20 \fs20
}{\plain \fs20 \fs20 {\u8220\'22}We-ell, Josie, I{\u8217\'27}m not sure how you{\u8217\'27}ll feel, but we{\u8217\'27}ll see, huh?{\u8221\'22}
}{\plain \fs20 \fs20
}{\plain \fs20 \fs20 {\u8220\'22}I guess.{\u8221\'22} So casually I changed my life, so damn{\u8217\'27} casually! Was I thinking? I thought I was at the time, but why did \softline
I think about weightlifting, of all the damn{\u8217\'27} things I could have considered?
}{\plain \fs20 \fs20
}{\plain \fs20 \fs20 {\u8220\'22}Okay, Josie. This means a regimen of diet and pills. You really up for that?{\u8221\'22}
}{\plain \fs20 \fs20
}{\plain \fs20 \fs20 {\u8220\'22}I said {\u8216\'27}yes,{\u8221\'22} didn{\u8217\'27}t I?{\u8221\'22} says I, not yet regretting my decision. Besides, small guys gotta stick by their decisions or \softline
they{\u8217\'27}re gonna be wimps. Right?
}{\plain \fs20 \fs20
}{\plain \fs20 \fs20 So, that{\u8217\'27}s how it started. I{\u8217\'27}d gotten smashed and Manny, as I finally found out, was the guy who rescued me. I guess
I was convinced I owed him.
}{\plain \fs20 \fs20
}{\plain \fs20 \fs20 The pills weren{\u8217\'27}t bad. I had to take two in the morning, two at noon and two before bedtime . . . or three when I got \softline
up and three at night, but they were of three different kinds. Manny had me move in with him, so he could {\u8220\'22}observe{\u8221\'22} \softline
me. I wasn{\u8217\'27}t broke or anything, so I bought a couch and a single bed for me, with sheets and the works. I also did \softline
some food shopping, {\u8216\'27}cause I could cook better than Manny.
}{\plain \fs20 \fs20
}{\plain \fs20 \fs20 The diet was a bitch. I{\u8217\'27}d never been one for salads, almost fatless meats and such like, but Manny backed up my own \softline
stupidity and made me eat stuff like that and some special goo he{\u8217\'27}d concocted and I, God help me, cooked those \softline
messes. Manny made good royalties and I wasn{\u8217\'27}t doing so bad, so we decided I would work until the changes \softline
started, staying just the same with Manny..
}{\plain \fs20 \fs20
}{\plain \fs20 \fs20 Nothing seemed to happen for about five weeks. I seemed to be getting lazy at work, though. I used to jump in a help \softline
guys move heavy stuff, but not any more. My arms seemed less muscled, so I was a little less apt to pick up stuff and \softline
carry it if it looked {\u8220\'22}heavy,{\u8221\'22} although I had carried stuff a lot heavier without thought before. I was perhaps a little \softline
quicker to want to cook{\f3 \'43}Manny and I had alternated when I{\u8217\'27}d moved in with him{\f3 \'43}and I discovered the joys of \softline
{\u8220\'22}doing{\u8221\'22} clothes with the good washer and dryer Manny had. Hell, a couple of times I was even looking to hang out \softline
the wash on a clothes-line, but Manny had no back yard to speak of!
}{\plain \fs20 \fs20
}{\plain \fs20 \fs20 I was taking a shower one morning when I suddenly realised that I had boobs. They weren{\u8217\'27}t big, but the bulges they \softline
made under my arms were enough to draw my notice as I crossed an arm over to soap my . . . was it a chest, still, or \softline
was it a bosom? Chest, I decided,.{\u8220\'22}Bosom{\u8221\'22} would mean both boobs, I thought. It felt kinda good when I soaped \softline
them and then rubbed them {\u8220\'22}to get the dirt off.{\u8221\'22} I saw that my gut was flatter except for a rounded little belly below \softline
my waist line. I still had my cock and balls, but they looked a little bit smaller.
}{\plain \fs20 \fs20
}{\plain \fs20 \fs20 Was my waist slimmer? I thought so and as I dried, patting instead of rubbing roughly now, I saw that it was a good \softline
deal slimmer. In the tall, thin mirror I could see the increased contrast in width between my shoulders, (and those \softline
breasts!), my waist and my hips. }{\plain \fs20 \i\fs20 They}{\plain \fs20 \fs20 were certainly broader in contrast to my slimmer waist. My calves looked \softline
slimmer, but the dimensions had changed so that they were curvier; my thighs seemed to be thicker than they had \softline
been, too. I placed one hand on my cock and did not feel any great interest, nothing particular, so I felt at my scrotum \softline
and got no reaction from my testicles, nothing at all! They felt a little bit smaller, though and the skin was looser. I \softline
tried sucking them up with my muscles and they only came part way.
}{\plain \fs20 \fs20
}{\plain \fs20 \fs20 The diet was obviously working and I suppose the pills must have been, but Manny, who came in just then because I \softline
must have made a little yell{\f3 \'43}a shriek, if you insist{\f3 \'43}said, as he looked at me more closely than he had been \softline
regarding me with my clothes on{\f3 \'43}I still wore man{\u8217\'27}s clothing{\f3 \'43}muttered,
}{\plain \fs20 \fs20
}{\plain \fs20 \fs20 {\u8220\'22}Time for a boost. How do you feel, Josie?{\u8221\'22}
}{\plain \fs20 \fs20
}{\plain \fs20 \fs20 {\u8220\'22}Pretty well, thank you, Manny. What{\u8217\'27}s this about a {\u8216\'27}boost?{\u8217\'27}{\u8221\'22}
}{\plain \fs20 \fs20
}{\plain \fs20 \fs20 {\u8220\'22}Your pills have taken effect, Josie, as they should have, It{\u8217\'27}s just time{\f3 \'43}five weeks, eh?{\f3 \'43}to increase the dosage a \softline
bit, not much. I don{\u8217\'27}t think you{\u8217\'27}ll feel much different, but you{\u8217\'27}ll see more results in the next three weeks.{\u8221\'22}
}{\plain \fs20 \fs20
}{\plain \fs20 \fs20 {\u8220\'22}What{\u8217\'27}s going to happen, then, Manny?{\u8221\'22}
}{\plain \fs20 \fs20
}{\plain \fs20 \fs20 {\u8220\'22}Tell me, are you still feeling like a man, or . . . ?{\u8221\'22}
}{\plain \fs20 \fs20
}{\plain \fs20 \fs20 {\u8220\'22}Uhm. I don{\u8217\'27}t know if I feel like a . . . man exactly . . . noticed my balls have no feeling . . . not much feeling in my \softline
penis . . . but I don{\u8217\'27}t }{\plain \fs20 \i\fs20 want}{\plain \fs20 \fs20 a man, if that{\u8217\'27}s what you mean.{\u8221\'22}
}{\plain \fs20 \fs20
}{\plain \fs20 \fs20 {\u8220\'22}Do you have any desire . . . . No, can that. Just a sec.{\u8221\'22}
}{\plain \fs20 \fs20
}{\plain \fs20 \fs20 He left the room and came back in under a minute with a glossy photo of one of the more luscious nudes I{\u8217\'27}ve seen. \softline
Her legs were spread, knees up and wide, no hair at her crotch, labia showing trim and tight, her right hand at about \softline
her waist. Her boobs were shoved out with that other hand behind her head and her nipples were sticking out for \softline
what looked like a good half-inch.
}{\plain \fs20 \fs20
}{\plain \fs20 \fs20 I looked at the photo with close attention and I felt something between my legs, but the most amazing thing was that \softline
I began to pant, just like a dog on a hot day. I wished the babe was present and my head between those lovely legs, \softline
my tongue licking at her inner thighs before she opened wide and allowed me at her labia.
}{\plain \fs20 \fs20
}{\plain \fs20 \fs20 {\u8220\'22}Well, Josie, you don{\u8217\'27}t have an erection, but there is some swelling around your cock, so I guess you{\u8217\'27}re still oriented \softline
toward women.{\u8221\'22}
}{\plain \fs20 \fs20
}{\plain \fs20 \fs20 {\u8220\'22}Why?{\u8221\'22} I asked in some fear, {\u8220\'22}wasn{\u8217\'27}t I supposed to be?{\u8221\'22}
}{\plain \fs20 \fs20
}{\plain \fs20 \fs20 I was becoming unsure of just what Manny was doing to me. I guess I could have just played dumb and not actually \softline
taken any more pills, but I had to admit that I was feeling really good those days and although I had not told Manny, \softline
I had stopped the pills for a couple of days and I began to feel as though I was missing something, so I had started \softline
again, making up for the days I missed by taking one extra every time . . .
}{\plain \fs20 \fs20
}{\plain \fs20 \fs20 That made m have a creeping itch inside that made me want to move my hips back and forth against my pillow, but I \softline
restrained myself. I didn{\u8217\'27}t want Manny getting more ideas{\f3 \'43}I remembered that rod in the small of may back those \softline
five weeks ago.
}{\plain \fs20 \fs20
}{\plain \fs20 \fs20 I lept remembering that photo. The girl was really pretty, but I didn{\u8217\'27}t exactly want to fuck her, I wanted to be lying \softline
beside her, to {\u8220\'22}make love{\u8221\'22} to her, and somehow that didn{\u8217\'27}t involve a penis in my state of mind. Funny, indeed. Even \softline
sober I{\u8217\'27}d considered myself something of a cocksman. Now all I wanted was to lie down beside some sweet woman \softline
and slowly stroke her breasts, kiss her, lick and suck on her nipples, maybe {\u8220\'22}go down{\u8221\'22} on her.
}{\plain \fs20 \fs20
}{\plain \fs20 \fs20 Huh! Would I ever get a chance? If I looked like a woman, even if I still felt like a man, and I had a cock and balls \softline
and all that, how the hell could I get alongside a woman who{\u8217\'27}d let me make love to her? That thought, which became \softline
more and more prominent in my cogitations over the next three weeks or so, was beginning to worry hell out of me \softline
as I changed even more.
}{\plain \fs20 \fs20
}{\plain \fs20 \fs20 By the beginning of week nine I had to wear a bra, I had bloomed to a C cup, my waist was markedly narrower and \softline
my hips more pronounced, even in men{\u8217\'27}s clothing, so I had to quit work. Although I had some vacation coming, it \softline
would not be long enough to take care of my changing. Too many of the guys at work were beginning to notice and \softline
remark on my change of figure. Despite being short and slim to start with, the growth of my boobs and the \softline
increasingly obvious curves I was sporting were cause for more than one snide, and some not so snide, comments. \softline
One guy even propositioned me, but he was supposed to be gay, so I wasn{\u8217\'27}t too hard on him. What? Of course I \softline
turned him down! Whaddya think I . . . well, naturally, if he was gay, why would he proposition a girl? He made the \softline
proposal sound like a straight guy to a . . . to a what?
}{\plain \fs20 \fs20
}{\plain \fs20 \fs20 I was just as glad I{\u8217\'27}d had to quit the job, as I discovered that I had a big separation allowance coming owing to some \softline
weird contract our union had signed some months back which covered those of us with more than ten years on the \softline
job. The day I handed in my notice, prepared to walk out right then, I had ten years and three months! My foreman \softline
was a damn{\u8217\'27} nice guy, though, and told me about the separation allowance in time for me to wait a week before I \softline
really left.
}{\plain \fs20 \fs20 \tab
}{\plain \fs20 \fs20 That {\u8220\'22}allowance{\u8221\'22} helped me get some dresses, blouses, women{\u8217\'27}s slacks, panties and more than a couple of bras. My \softline
boobies were hurting a bit if I didn{\u8217\'27}t cushion them in the right size bra, and that was almost {\u8220\'22}D.{\u8221\'22} Manny had \softline
suggested in an insinuating tone that I looked very good, but I still didn{\u8217\'27}t want to have anything sexual to do with \softline
him . . . or any man. I was beginning to want . . . hell, I needed . . . a woman!
}{\plain \fs20 \fs20
}{\plain \fs20 \fs20 Oh, yes, I got some women{\u8217\'27}s shoes, too, but the clerk sure looked at me funny when he saw the size of my feet. He \softline
didn{\u8217\'27}t say anything to me, but I heard him chuckling with another clerk when he thought I couldn{\u8217\'27}t hear him. I admit, \softline
I blushed, something I{\u8217\'27}d never done before. Gracious, my shoes were only size 6{\u189\'bd} B as a man, so why should I have \softline
big feet if I was really turning into a girl? Turning? . . . Judas, I{\u8217\'27}d turned, and hardly realised it, even as I bought \softline
myself women{\u8217\'27}s clothing and all!
}{\plain \fs20 \fs20
}{\plain \fs20 \fs20 When I got home from buying the women{\u8217\'27}s shoes, thinking about the clerk and his chuckles, I got undressed and \softline
took a really good look at myself in the tall mirror. Judas! I really looked just about like the sexiest brunette you{\u8217\'27}ve \softline
{\f3 \'43}or I{\u8217\'27}d{\f3 \'43}ever seen! My boobs were taut, my body was trim, with a nice, rounded pair of bottom cheeks, I had a \softline
decent face{\f3 \'43}but then I{\u8217\'27}d always been kidded about my {\u8220\'22}girly looks{\u8221\'22}{\f3 \'43}and there was no sign of my balls or my
cock. I looked a lot closer, bending as far forward as possible to see all that I could. Then, not satisfied that I was \softline
learning what was really between my legs, I put my hand there and felt dampness. I put my fingers under my nose \softline
and sniffed. {\u171\'ab} Oh, it{\u8217\'27}s a nice smell {\u187\'bb} I thought.
}{\plain \fs20 \fs20
}{\plain \fs20 \fs20 I noticed that after my fingers left my crotch, I itched a little bit down there. I put my hand back and stroked the twin \softline
lips{\f3 \'43}that{\u8217\'27}s what they felt like as they seemed to puff up a little bit while I stroked{\f3 \'43}and then a finger hit something \softline
that made me groan and push my crotch against the finger, hard. That felt so good I tried to get it to do it again, and I \softline
did. Man, I was pushing my hips against my slippery finger{\f3 \'43}and my other fingers slipped into a slippery place \softline
between those lips{\f3 \'43} until all of a sudden I felt something grab me inside and turn me inside out! Oh, I cried out, \softline
yelled, maybe, and thrashed around on the chair until I slowly came down off that fantastic climax.
}{\plain \fs20 \fs20
}{\plain \fs20 \fs20 Jesus! That was so much better than any ejaculation I{\u8217\'27}d had as a kid beating off, or as a man fucking a woman, there \softline
was no comparison. I slowly recovered but I noticed I was not drained like I{\u8217\'27}d have been if I had blown a wad. I felt \softline
good as I washed myself and dried. Putting on my panties felt good, but nothing like that orgasm, so did wrapping \softline
my boobs in a bra. I was still sensitive, but it was controllable{\f3 \'43}for now. I did feel myself lightly, and my thoughts \softline
weren{\u8217\'27}t on putting something in there, but on licking something that tasted like I did on my fingers. Ah! Fingers. \softline
That{\u8217\'27}s what I wanted inme, but I wanted to lick and kiss someone like me{\f3 \'43}a woman, damn it!{\f3 \'43} a lot more.
}{\plain \fs20 \fs20
}{\plain \fs20 \fs20 Then I began really thinking. I seemed to be a complete woman, a female. I could wear clothes like a woman, I could \softline
speak like a woman. How the hell does a woman pick up a woman? Well, I thought, how does a gay guy pick up a \softline
man? In a bar? Not always, but that might work. I{\u8217\'27}d sure give it a try. Now? No, I{\u8217\'27}d better wait. Did I want to talk to \softline
Manny about it? No. I wanted, really, to find some sympathetic gal and }{\plain \fs20 \i\fs20 talk}{\plain \fs20 \fs20 to her{\f3 \'43}maybe about a lot of things.
}{\plain \fs20 \fs20
}{\plain \fs20 \fs20 I had no idea if I was subject to the usual girl things, like cramps with menses, pregnancy{\f3 \'43}ohmigod! Could I get \softline
{\u8220\'22}that way?{\u8221\'22}{\f3 \'43}and what one did if one was pregnant. I felt in control of my body, all right, I seemed to be thinking \softline
clearly . . .
}{\plain \fs20 \fs20
}{\plain \fs20 \fs20 Manny came in suddenly{\f3 \'43} at least it was a sudden interruption of my thoughts{\f3 \'43}with a pretty girl on his arm. \softline
Without any preamble, she chuckled and said,
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}{\plain \fs20 \fs20 {\u8220\'22}Josie, this is Anne Macklin.{\u8221\'22} (That{\u8217\'27}s what it sounded like, but it was really {\u8220\'22}McLane{\u8221\'22}.) {\u8220\'22}She is going to help you . . \softline
. maybe a lot. I{\u8217\'27}ll leave you two to get acquainted. {\u8216\'27}bye.{\u8221\'22} and he was gone.
}{\plain \fs20 \fs20
}{\plain \fs20 \fs20 {\u8220\'22}Uhm. Hi, Ms Macklin, I{\u8217\'27}m Josie.{\u8221\'22} I was nervous as all get out. How was this Macklin going to help me?
}{\plain \fs20 \fs20
}{\plain \fs20 \fs20 {\u8220\'22}Josie, please don{\u8217\'27}t be nervous. First of all, please calle me Anne? Okay. Now, my name is spelled em see capital ell, \softline
ay en ee. Got it, it{\u8217\'27}s Scots, maybe.{\u8221\'22} I didn;t think so, really, Anne was definitely black, but lovely pale caf{\f4\u233\'e9}-au-lait, a \softline
thin nose but lips more full than most. She smiled.
}{\plain \fs20 \fs20
}{\plain \fs20 \fs20 {\u8220\'22}I know, I{\u8217\'27}m black, but if we{\u8217\'27}re to get on close terms . . .{\u8220\'22} boy, I wouldn{\u8217\'27}t mind {\u8220\'22} . . . you have to know that I{\u8217\'27}m a \softline
quadroon, in the old southern terms, and . . . I{\u8217\'27}m a lesbian.{\u8221\'22}
}{\plain \fs20 \fs20
}{\plain \fs20 \fs20 For some reason that made me relax all the way with the pretty woman. I reached for her, really, to pat her arm, but I \softline
had forgotten that I was buck nude.
}{\plain \fs20 \fs20
}{\plain \fs20 \fs20 Anne laughed hard for about a minute, I admit I joined in and we ended up, me collapsed in her arms and her kissing \softline
me frantically. Those kisses I returned eagerly and our tongues were all of a sudden wrestling. She pulled away from \softline
me finally, not before we were both breathing hard. Hell, I was panting and I was wet, wet below..
}{\plain \fs20 \fs20
}{\plain \fs20 \fs20 {\u8220\'22}Can we lock that door? I don{\u8217\'27} like Manny catchin{\u8217\'27} us.{\u8221\'22} I thought she sounded a little Jamaican then, but I didn{\u8217\'27}t \softline
give a rat{\u8217\'27}s ass.
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}{\plain \fs20 \fs20 {\u8220\'22}Yes, please, turn that dead-bolt, then let{\u8217\'27}s get into the bedroom!{\u8221\'22}
}{\plain \fs20 \fs20
}{\plain \fs20 \fs20 Anne grinned at me and murmured as she began to shuck her clothing, making one or more steps toward me as she \softline
took off each item,
}{\plain \fs20 \fs20
}{\plain \fs20 \fs20 {\u8220\'22}Oh, you can wait that long?{\u8221\'22} Uh, just barely.
}{\plain \fs20 \fs20 She was down to her long black stockings{\f3 \'43}I wondered briefly what was holding them up, but there sure wasn{\u8217\'27}t \softline
time to ask{\f3 \'43}when I fell back onto the bed and she landed on top of me, her mouth plastered to mine and mine wide \softline
open for her tongue and mine to go another round.
}{\plain \fs20 \fs20
}{\plain \fs20 \fs20 I felt her feeling around my thigh , so I opened my legs, letting her body slide between them. I knew she could, \softline
easily, for I was sopping all along my upper thighs, and I wanted her against me so much . . . so much. She was deft \softline
with her fingers, too, sliding them between our slippery bellies and softly into me. I writhed as she gave me \softline
increasing pleasure there while her tongue laved my breasts and made my nipples hard so that she could play-bite \softline
them, thus stoking the fires in my belly.
}{\plain \fs20 \fs20
}{\plain \fs20 \fs20 I wanted something more and Anne moved slowly to ensure that I got it, although I had no idea what I wanted. Her \softline
face and nibbling lips moved down my chest, stopping to lick and suck at my nips once again after kissing me, then \softline
sliding slowly, her hips, waist and ribs pressing my thighs outward until she was kissing my belly . . . and then . . . oh \softline
god, my lower lips felt the caress of her lips for the first time. I jumped a little, but she calmed me for the moment \softline
with a flick of her tongue over my clit, making me feel like fire and water had steamed me well-done in that moment. \softline
Then she worked on me with her tongue and her fingers until I was puffing, panting and trying to say {\u8220\'22}Enough, fuck \softline
me{\u8221\'22} but never letting me get my breath enough to do more than puff. I felt that internal belly build-up once more, \softline
this time so wonderful that my own earlier manipulations had no more relation to it than my boy{\u8217\'27}s masturbating had \softline
to my first woman{\u8217\'27}s climax. I exploded.
}{\plain \fs20 \fs20
}{\plain \fs20 \fs20 Drained for the moment, I looked at Anne{\u8217\'27}s face, looking down at me with concern, with nothing less than love. How \softline
could I possibly repay . . .? Dumb bitch, I told myself.
}{\plain \fs20 \fs20
}{\plain \fs20 \fs20 {\u8220\'22}Anne, my turn!{\u8221\'22}
}{\plain \fs20 \fs20
}{\plain \fs20 \fs20 {\u8220\'22}Oh, yes!{\u8221\'22}
}{\plain \fs20 \fs20
}{\plain \fs20 \fs20 I raised my arms to welcome her into them and we embraced. I rolled us over so I was on top{\f3 \'43}Anne wasn{\u8217\'27}t much \softline
bigger than I, but I wouldn{\u8217\'27}t be hurting her, oh, no! Very very softly I kissed those luscious lips and she responded as \softline
softly. I tickled her lips with just the barest tip of my tongue, moving my whole head too rapidly, so that I soon was \softline
dizzy.
}{\plain \fs20 \fs20
}{\plain \fs20 \fs20 {\u8220\'22}Woof! Anne, wait a min{\u8217\'27}t, love, I{\u8217\'27}m dizzy.{\u8221\'22}
}{\plain \fs20 \fs20
}{\plain \fs20 \fs20 {\u8220\'22}Silly girl. Josie, I just love your body on me, slide your knee up my legs, huh?{\u8221\'22}
}{\plain \fs20 \fs20
}{\plain \fs20 \fs20 {\u8220\'22}Surely, dear. How{\u8217\'27}s that?{\u8221\'22}
}{\plain \fs20 \fs20
}{\plain \fs20 \fs20 {\u8220\'22}Kiss my tits, please?{\u8221\'22} I had never heard anyone{\f3 \'43}I mean, no girl, ever say that word so darned sexily. Whew! I \softline
laved her with tender, increasingly strong licks, taking her nipples in my teeth softly, oh so softly and then lip-nibbling them until she was grunting and moving her body under me and they were like little rocks.
}{\plain \fs20 \fs20
}{\plain \fs20 \fs20 I tried to do what she had done to me, but I was too impatient, not that Anne seemed to mind. She almost shoved my \softline
head between her legs and I savored a scented, wet cunny for the first time ever. I think she had gotten so hot from \softline
my nibbling and stroking that she needed me right then.
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}{\plain \fs20 \fs20 I did my best to lick and finger her sensually, slowly working my way to her clit and then away, then thrusting my \softline
tongue into her cunny as far as I could with my fingers trilling on her cunny walls like a pianist, repeating until she \softline
yelled and bucked in the throes of a fearsome climax.
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}{\plain \fs20 \fs20 We lay clutching each other for some time after that. Her first remark, in a low tone, was,
}{\plain \fs20 \fs20
}{\plain \fs20 \fs20 {\u8220\'22}Best ever, lover, best ever.{\u8221\'22}
}{\plain \fs20 \fs20
}{\plain \fs20 \fs20 The trouble I have now is that we want to marry, and as two women, we can{\u8217\'27}t, not here. We don{\u8217\'27}t want, really, to go \softline
to Vermont and neither of us could afford to go, anyway. So maybe you can see why I{\u8217\'27}m ambivalent about my sex, \softline
these days? Why I worry I don{\u8217\'27}t know, for sex, love and being together as I{\u8217\'27}d never before experienced it, is so \softline
wonderful with Anne, a sentiment with which she agrees wholeheartedly.
}{\plain \fs20 \fs20 We kicked Manny out of his own apartment{\f3 \'43}we{\u8217\'27}re paying him back, I found a good job{\f3 \'43}after two weeks of his \softline
hanging around, trying to convince us that we were not meant for each other. He kept saying that lesbian \softline
relationships don{\u8217\'27}t last{\f3 \'43}he wishes, is what I think.
}