Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. "What the hell?" Ted glanced up from the couch. "I need a drink, Ted," Sheila answers. The screen door slammed shut behind her. She went to the refrigerator. Opened it. Ted could see her figure silhouetted through the linen dress. "Are you mental?" Ted asks. "Where's Rhet? If he fuckin' knows you're here..." "Shut up, Ted," Sheila answers under her breath. "You always were a coward." Ted pushed himself up from the couch. He watches her hips, and wants them, as she rummages through the kitchen drawers. He hasn't seen her, alone, in a good three or four weeks. His cock aches. He steps behind her, his hands around her waist, pressing his cock against her ass. "Fuck the beer," he growls. "You can have some later." Ted is a quick man, fast with a knife or gun. Maybe he has only been taken by surprise a handful of times, but this time is one of them. Sheila spins around and opens the bottle on the ridge of his nose. Ted reels backward onto the floor, falling into the kitchen table and chairs. They rattle and skid across the floor. Blood fills his eyes. He hears another drawer open and slam shut. He shakes his head, tries to sit up. The cool barrel of a pistol forces his head back down. Sheila pours whatever beer is left into his eyes. "Owe!" Ted squints and shakes his eyes clear. "What the fuck?" "You've been fucking my wife?" "You're wife?" "Yeah, Ted." Shelia grits her teeth. "Have you been fucking Sheila?" "Are you fucking blitzed? What the..." Ted tastes the gun barrel in his mouth. "I said," Sheila hisses through her teeth, "have you been fucking Sheila." "Yes!" "Asshole," the woman mutters. "I should blow you away here and fucking now." "Where's Rhet," Ted stutters. "I'll break his god-damned neck." "Funny you should ask." Sheila lifts the pistol out of Ted's mouth. "Don't move." She yanks a chair upright and sits down next to Ted. "Here's a towel. Clean yourself up. You're a mess." "When did he find out?" Ted asks, finally able to see. "About two minutes ago," Sheila answers. Her gun points at his nuts now. "When you pushed your cock into my ass." "You're gone fucking looney." "No," Sheila leans forward, "I haven't. I'm Rhet, you asshole. Me. I'm not Sheila. I'm Rhet." "Fuck you." The pistol fires and Ted screams. There is a hole in the floor, just short of his crotch. "Listen up. There were some kids. They buy pot from me, you know? They told me about this old fun house... said it was some kind of sex house. Said they knew some other kids who went into it. The girl comes out pregnant and the guy is all fucked up, but he wants to go back. So... you know... the only thing I like more than drugs is sex. I decide to go check it out myself and take Sheila with me..." "Why are you fucking doing this to me?" "Shut the fuck up. Just shut-up, Ted. If you open your trap one more time I'm not gonna' waste another bullet. Got it?" "Yeah," Ted groans. "So... I took Sheila last night. I tell you, Ted, I never seen this building but it looks like it's been there a hundred years. It's got all kinds of naked women painted on the outside. I got a boner just looking at it. Sheila doesn't want to go in. Fuck her... I take her in. So... what do you think I see?" "I don't know, Sheila..." The woman shakes her head. "I'll tell you. There's an old guy sitting at a desk, like some kind of lawyer. He's just sitting there and he's all smiling at me and Sheila. Tells us to come right on in, he's been waiting for us. Says his name is Comus. He's got all kinds of papers on his desk. He says... he asks us: What do you want? "I say: I want to fuck... I thought this was some kind of sex joint... "He says: All you gotta' do is sign some papers. It will be the best sex you have ever had. Fuck that, I say. But he says he's gonna' make me a deal. He says he can make my wife fuck me every day for a year. He says he'll make her give me the best sex I've ever had. That's what you want, right? -- he asks. "Sheila wants to read the papers but the lawyer says the contract is just with the husband. Besides, I say, I already know everything I need to know. My wife is gonna fuck me every day for a year and it's gonna' be the best sex I ever had. Hell yes... "Sheila wants to read the papers. "I'm losing it Ted. This place has got me all fucked up. I got a boner like a diamond. I say to Sheila. You want to read it?. Fucking read it... "I take the papers and I throw them on the floor. Read it, I say. "So Sheila gets down on her hands and knees. I get behind her and uncork my cock. Go ahead, I say, fucking read. You just stay like that. Wham. I'm fucking inside her. There's nothing more beautiful then a woman on her hands and knees. She's reading and I'm fucking her. I swear Ted, pussy never felt so good. "Sheila's losing it. She's grunting and panting. I'm fucking hammering her pussy doggy style. She squeals when she comes, but I bet you know all about that, Ted. This place has got us both fucked up. She's arching her back. She's got her chin on the floor, my cock in her stomach and she's gonna' cum again. She's still reading and when she goes off,I go off. I never put so much spunk in a woman. She's just moaning. She's got her knees spread as wide as they'll go. You want me to sign that contract? -- I ask her. She doesn't say anything so I take her hair, yank hard and I fucking push until my cock is gonna' come out of her mouth. "'Yes!' she fucking screams. 'Yes!' like she was coming all over again." "You're fucking insane..." Ted mutters. "I'm almost done, Ted. You dumb fuck. So... I sign the contract. Sheila stands up, pulls her dress back down. Straightens her panties. She's still hot as a hornet. Her tits are all sticking out and she can't stand straight. She looks like she's ready for more cock. "Right this way, says the lawyer. He takes us to this other door behind the desk. We walk out. And where the fuck do you think we are? We're fucking outside again, in the weeds, behind the fun house. Only one thing is different, I'm fucking looking at myself, Ted. I see myself like I was looking in the mirror. Yeah, I'm in Sheila and Sheila is in me." "Then you know what that bitch says to me? She says: Get on your hands and knees. "Fuck that. I'll fucking kill her. You know, you'd be fucking dead now if I'd known about you two yesterday." The trailer is quiet. "You gonna' shoot me with that?" Ted finally asks. "Not decided..." The door to the trailer opens. "Rhet?" Ted asks. "Are you hurt?" "Fuck you," Ted answers and wipes his eyes with the towel. He sees Rhet's rifle, pointed at Sheila. "You were fucking Ted," Sheila says to the Rhet. "Yeah," Rhet answers. "I was fucking him. What did you give me? Huh? Nothing. I was just your god-damned toy." "You read the contract," Sheila says back. "How do we get out of this?" "It's for one year, babe," Rhet answers. "One year. You fuck me once a day and if you don't, we stay like this for the rest of our lives and right now, maybe that wouldn't be so bad." "Fuck you," Sheila answers. "Rhet, honey," Rhet says. "Our first day is almost up. It's your call, babe. If you want to be my woman, my wife, for the rest of your life, you just sit on your ass till midnight." "Quel est le capitol de la France?" Ted asks. "What?" asks Sheila. "Paris," says Rhet. "Quel est mon deuxième prénom?" Ted asks Rhet. "Votre deuxième prénom est Noland," Rhet answers. "Jesus..." Ted stares up at the ceiling. "Jesus... fucking... Christ..." "T'a-t-il dit ce qui s'est produit ?" Rhet asks Ted. "Yeah," Ted answers, "he... I mean she... I mean... I don't know what-the-fuck I mean... told me what happened, but I didn't believe her..." "Rhet?" Rhet asks Sheila, "what are we gonna' do?" The woman is crying now.. "How do you like being a woman?" Rhet asks. Sheila kicks at Ted. Hard. Ted groans and holds his ribs. She stands up and kicks him again, trying to kick his face. She misses. "Stop!" Rhet bellows. The woman throws the gun on the tipped over table and stares at the floor. When she doesn't say anything more, Rhet lowers the rifle. "You're a woman now," he finally says. "God knows I've wanted you to be in my shoes..." Rhet pauses before he speaks again. "Ted, get up off the floor." Ted groans, holding his ribs and head. He pushes himself to one knee and limps painfully to the couch. "Come over here," Rhet says to Sheila. Sheila gets up slowly from the chair. Rhet takes her arm and they leave the trailor. He pulls her down the stairs and pushes her against the side of the trailor. He throws the rifle on the ground behind him. He reaches behind her and takes her hair in his fist, holding her. The woman grits her teeth but refuses to cry out. Rhet uses his other hand to unzip his pants and flips his cock out. He exhales with relief. "Jesus," he says. "Yeah," says Sheila. "How do you like having a cock, bitch?" "Bitch?" Rhet asks. "Huh!" Sheila grunts. "Who's the bitch?" Rhet asks her. "You like having fingers in your wet cunt?" The woman squirms on his figers. Rhet leans forward and kisses her hard. He doesn't stop until the woman gasps for air. "You showed me something tonight," he whispers hotly in her ear. "I saw myself and I didn't know myself. Know why?" "Why?" Sheila asks, still squirming and panting. "Because she was strong. She done something I never would've. She stood up for herself. She beat the shit out of a guy who deserved it." Rhet lets go of her hair, takes his fingers out of her cunt and backs away. Something changes in the way Sheila looks at him. She walks up to him, looks at him. Slowly, tentatively, Rhet feels her hand on his cock. He gasps. "Feels good doesn't it..." she asks. "You don't know what it's like..." she begins to stroke his cock. "Every woman you see. You're gonna' think about her strockin' your cock. Your gonna' think about her on her hands and knees with her cunt wide open for you. You're gonna' think about what her lips would look like suckin' on it. This cock is gonna' rule your life... " "Suck it," he says to her. She doesn't move. "Suck it," he says to her again. "It used to be yours. Suck on it." She doesn't move but she's breathing hard. His voice changes. Harder. Dominant. "I said, suck my cock.... WOMAN!" Sheila slowly kneels. Her gaze doesn't leave his until she's on her knees. She slowly looks at his cock. "Let me tell you something about being a woman," says Rhet. "Every man who sees you. He's gonna' be thinkin' about your tits in his mouth. He's gonna' be thinkin' about his cock in your mouth and in your cunt. Every time you walk down the street. Every time you walk into a store. Every time you step out the front door, some guy's gonna' be undressing you and fucking you with his eyes. But your tits belong to me. Your cunt belongs to me. Your..." but he stops. His cock is in her mouth. He gasps. His eyes widen. She's sucking, harder, her head moving back and forth. He touches her hair, gently this time. She gazes at him as she sucks. He gasps again and takes his cock out of her mouth. Something stirs in his balls. My balls! -- thinks Rhet, who used to be Sheila. Sheila stands up and turns around, begins walking away from Rhet, and down the road. She lifts her skirt as she walks. Lifts it up her thighs, sliding it up her ass and bunching it at the small of her back as her hips mesmerize him. She glances back at him. His cock aches. He stares at her ass, at her hips, and at her legs. Her mouth is slack and he can see her hard tits. They used to be her tits. He wants them in his mouth. He wants to drive his cock, hard up between her legs. The brute carnality of male desire shocks the woman trapped inside it, and makes her thirst for more. Sheila is still looking back at him as she walks. She stops. She kneels, knees on the ground, and spreads them. She keeps her dress bunched at the small of her back as she bends forward onto one hand, presenting her pussy as she arches, still looking back at him. She knows what men like to see. The smoldering sensuality of female desire, and the control it gives her over Rhet overwhelms the man trapped inside the woman's body. The wet heat between her legs and the languorous pleasure of her nipples straining at her dress makes her gasp and close her eyes. She pulls back her dress and feels her breast. Hers! -- she, who used to be a 'he', thinks to herself. She arches. She wants Rhet to lose control the way women used to make him lose control, when she was a man. She wants to make a man out of his "wife". She wants 'her' to know what it's like to want to a woman, to want to take her, no matter what. Rhet walks to her, breathing hard, his cock in his hand. He kneels behind her. Sheila lets go of her dress and braces herself with both hands, instinctually. She widens her knees, sways her ass and exhales. She feels his hands on her hips. Her hips. A woman's hips -- she thinks to herself. She feels an ache that is different from anything she has felt before. Her cunt. My cunt, she thinks to herself. And then she feels something else that makes her cry out -- a man's cock, penetrating her from behind, suddenly, quickly, hard, filling her. She cries out again when he pulls out and thrusts back into her. A man is inside him! -- no... inside her! -- it feels right! But this isn't what she expected. She wants to be in control. The man's thrusts grow harder. Quicker. Rhet wants to make a woman out of the kneeling figure who had been "her" husband. The woman moans and her mouth opens as she gasps in time to his thrusts. Rhet is going to make a woman out of her -- he's going to make her come on his cock. The woman cries out loud, surrendering to an orgasm impaled on a man's cock, a woman's orgasm, for the first time in her life. And for the first time she feels another person's fluids spurting deeply into her body - a man's cum. She is possessed by him. "Jesus," Rhet exhales. The woman inside Rhet hardly breaths as she feels her new body spasm, a man's orgasm, pumping its fluid into the woman kneeling in front of him. He completes his possession of her. He won't let her move her hips, or move from her hands and knees, until the last of his cum spurts between her legs. He is possessed by her. It is the best sex they have ever had. "What's up with, Rhet?" the teenager asks. "I don't know but he's quit selling..." the other answers. "That's fucked up..." "No... you know what's fucked up? They went into that place where Nami and Bret went. And I heard that they're totally different. They're married now...." "They were married before..." "I know, but," the teen pauses, "he's not beating on his wife now..."The Fun House 2 of 20 The Sex Change - by Redbud