Date: Thu,  5 May 2005 00:44:36 -0400 (EDT)
From: yengo <yengo@myway.com>
Subject: How She Turned Her Boyfriend

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HOW SHE TURNED HER BOYFRIEND

by Jennifer Bowman

CHAPTER 1

"How's Warwick?" I asked.

There was silence as my girlfriend Belinda thought of her reply. "He's OK."
she finally said.

"You don't seem too sure."

Silence again. She put down her coffee cup, looked at me, then said "There
was a song a few years ago... from a film, I think, where the singer, a
man, wondered why women can't be more like men.  What I want to know is why
men can't be more like women."

She looked at me as if she wanted me to answer. I didn't. I knew if I kept
quiet she would continue.  She finally did. "When we first met he was so
wonderful. Deep down he still is. But there are times he gets so arrogant,
bossing me around as if I was one of his staff. And he shouldn't speak to
them that way either. I'm so.... so.... pissed off. Sometimes I feel
like.... oh, I just don't know. When he's like that I get so angry. I want
to tell him it's all over. But I love him...... And he's not even aware of
what he's like. When I say something about his behaviour he's so
innocent. Who, me? he says. And I believe him. He just doesn't know what
he's doing." She paused, dabbed at her eyes with a handkerchief. She went
on some more then finally she asked me again "Why can't men be more like
women?"

I didn't answer her immediately. Then I asked her "What's he like? Tall?
Short? Fat? Thin?"

She considered her answer then "He's about my height, maybe an inch or two
taller.... I guess about 5'6".... slim, good body, slim, legs... actually
he's got great legs, better than mine...., green eyes, blonde hair, long
for a guy, not shoulder length, just long for a guy.... why?"

"You know you asked me a minute ago why men can't be more like women?" She
nodded. "They can be. Especially guys who look like your description of
Warwick." I said.

She looked at me. "What do you mean?"

So I told her. When I had finished, she asked me how I knew so much. "A few
of my friends had similar problems with their men as you have" I
said. "They're not necessarily arrogant men; just men who don't think. They
go golfing or fishing or don't help around the home. A couple of them had
affairs. It's not that they're bad men, it's just that they think of
themselves and not of others. The ones that had affairs were thinking with
their dicks. So the women, my friends, worked out what was the best way to
solve their problems and this was it."

"Does it... did it work?"

"Oh yes, it worked....works. But my friends said it was hard. Always having
to think ahead, always needing to have a good answer ready for a possible
question. But it certainly worked. Mind you, not all the couples have
stayed together; some have split up with both of them taking different
partners, although one couple has stayed together. That couple, when she's
needy the wife shares the husband's new.... friend.... Sometimes she
watches the two of them together. So you have to be prepared for that,
splitting up I mean, although maybe you'll stay together and you'll want to
watch." I grinned. "Could be interesting.... learn something new!"

Belinda grinned then grew quiet as she thought of what I had told her. Then
she was smiling again.  "What?" I asked her.

She started to laugh. "I love it" she said. "Oh, yes. It's perfect. But how
far can I go?"

"As far as you want to go." Belinda smiled and I asked her "How far do you
think you might go?"

"All the way. I want to watch."

"Do you think you can go through with it? All the way?"

"Think I can go though with it? I will go though with it. I have to go
through with it. I want him to know what it's like, being bossed around,
being told all the time what to do. He won't know what's hit him. But the
beauty of it is that I can take weeks, even months and then finally he'll
realise but by then it'll be too late. Oh, thanks Jen." and she reached
forward and touched my arm.

"Just remember this is not a race. You don't have to finish in twenty four
hours. You just have to finish. And the finishing point is when you've got
Warwick to the point you want him. You might decide not to go all the way,
and finish half way. It's your decision. It's all about control. Don't rush
things. Let him get used to each step before you go on to the next. And....
Let me know what happens, won't you?"

"Oh, I will, I promise. Every juicy detail." She grinned. "It's always so
good to see you" she said.  "You can always get me out of feeling down. You
have such gooood ideas" and she giggled.

>From then on, every couple of weeks she phoned to tell me what was
happening, then one day, about a year after she told me of her problems
with Warwick she phoned. "Let's meet for lunch" she said.  "Somewhere
quiet, where we won't be overheard. I want to tell you everything. You'll
be so proud of me." We made arrangements to meet the following week. Then,
through lunch, she told me what had happened over the previous few months.

"When I left you that day" Belinda said, "I was so excited. I thought, that
will give him some of his own medicine back. I thought of what I should do,
how far I would go, how far I could go. The next day I bought myself a
beautiful black satin and lace camisole and nickers set. That night I put
my plan into action. Warwick was already in bed so I put on the cami and
nickers and said 'You like?' as I modelled for him" she said.

"You look stunning, absolutely stunning. What's the occasion?" he asked.

"Men can be so crass, can't they?" This to me.  "No occasion" she answered
Warwick. "I just wanted to wear something special for you. So.... what do
you think?"

"I think.... you look good enough to eat. Come to bed and let me.... eat."

So she did. He was all over her. "Slow down", she said. "Tonight I want you
to.... tease me. Take your time. Play with me through my nickers". So he
did. They took a looong time, then finally, when it was all over, she told
him how good it was, him teasing her while she was wearing panties. "It's
not just the panties" she said. "It's also because they're satin. It feels
so much better than cotton or nylon on the skin."

For the next week or so she wore her cami and nickers to bed and each time
Warwick teased her for what seemed like hours and each time when they had
finished she told him how good it felt, being teased that way.

Finally she said "You know, you should try that, wearing nickers to bed. It
feels so good, being teased like that.... and I'll bet when I stroke you
you'll feel good to me, too."

"What? You mean wear your nickers?"

"Yes." She smiled demurely at him.

"But they're girl's underpants, not guys."

"Really? Gosh, I didn't know."

"You know what I mean."

"So what you're saying.... you don't want me to tease you like you've been
teasing me so you can really enjoy yourself like I have been, because
you're too much of a wimp to wear my nickers to bed.  Is that what you're
saying?"

He looked at her. "No, that's not...."

"Well it certainly seems like that to me. What are you afraid of? Scared
your dick will drop off because you're wearing women's nickers? There's
only you and me here and I'm not going to tell anyone, and I'm sure you're
not going to tell anyone. Go on. Be brave. Put them on. Then I'll tease you
the way you've been teasing me. And if you don't like it you wont have to
wear them again. But if you do... you do." She paused, challenging
him. "OK?"

He looked at her as if he was wondering if he could trust her.

"You sure you won't tell anyone?"

She didn't say a word, just held them out to him. He took them, then slowly
put them on. He was looking at her, waiting for her to start laughing; she
was watching his erection build. "That wasn't hard, was it?" she asked as
she reached for him. "But this is. Wow.... I must say you look better than
I thought you would. Very sexy."And as she leaned forward and kissed him on
the lips she started to stroke him, oh so lightly.

"It.... it does feel good" he said. "Actually it feels very, very good."

She kept stroking him, teasing him, massaging him through the satin,
bringing him close then denying him, bringing him close again then, once
again, denying him.

As he got closer she worked on his balls, still through the satin, moved
the other hand deeper between his legs, stroking him, keeping up the
relentless tease, worked her fingers between his cheeks, massaged his hole,
teased his hole with her nail then slowly she entered him, felt his muscles
gripping her finger. She stopped her entry, squeezed his balls, transferred
her hand from his balls to his penis, stroked him, then started again the
relentless entry of her finger. She could feel his muscles drawing her in,
further in and then she reached her goal, started massaging his prostate,
took her other hand from his penis and again started stroking his
balls. "This the your g-spot" she whispered. "You've got one, just like
me. What does it feel like, having me inside you, massaging you, massaging
your g-spot?  Is it good?. .... Do you like it?"

He couldn't answer her, just groaned.

"What was that? Was that yes?" she whispered.

He groaned again as she continued to massage his prostate, stroke his
balls. And then she stopped, took her hands away, stroked his chest, sucked
on his nipples, whispered "I wish you had breasts....  girl's
breasts.... that would be so good.... having a guy with tits and a
beautiful cock." And as she sucked his breasts, she started again her
relentless tease. And once again she was inside him, massaging his g-spot
and she said "Want me to..... fuck you? Put my cock inside your pussy and
fuck you?"

By now he was jerking, thrashing around the bed as she kept up the
relentless tease of his balls, as she massaged his prostate.

"Yes" he moaned. "Fuck me. I want you to fuck me. Give it to me, oh God,
make me come. Fuck me till I come."

And still she worked on him, still he begged her to fuck his pussy, still
she watched as she milked his prostate dry, until there was no more to give
her and still he begged for her to fuck him, to make him come then finally,
as she slowed her hands and still he begged, still he whimpered, she
whispered "It's over baby, you made such a mess.  Your balls are empty, I
can't get any more. You've never given me so much before, there's just no
more to give me."

"Did I really come?"

"Oh, yes, you came. You just didn't climax. I'll show you."

And she scooped some of his semen onto her fingers and said "Open your
mouth" and he did and she put her fingers in his mouth and said "Lick" and
he did and she said "See?" and then she asked him "What do you think?"

"Mmmmmmm."

"More?" And not waiting for an answer she scooped some more off his stomach
and brought her fingers to his mouth and it was open, waiting, and so she
fed him until there was no more of his semen to give him.

"Did you enjoy that? Was it good for you? ..... I think we should do that
again; what do you think?"

"Oh God, yes."

She grinned. "How do you feel?"

"Absolutely exhausted."

"Ready for sleep?"

"Oh yes."

"Well, leave the nickers on. You don't need to take them off."

She bent over, kissed his penis through the nickers, said "Good night
sweetheart. That was just as good for me as it was for you. Sweet
dreams. I'll get you your own nickers tomorrow so you can wear them all the
time." And as she snuggled into his arms she heard him murmur "I'd like
that" and she smiled to herself. Better than I thought it would be she said
to herself. Thank you Jenny.


CHAPTER 2

And so his training began.

The following night, as they undressed for bed, she gave him a gift-wrapped
parcel. "For you" she said and licked the tip of his penis.

She sat and watched as he opened the parcel and as he realised what was
inside she noted a slight twitch in his dick.

"What?" and looked at her.

"Your own nickers to wear at night. You can't keep wearing mine; they'd
stretch. What do you think?"

He took them out of the wrapping and discovered they were all different;
red and black and lemon and white; lace and satin and a combination of
both.

"There's a different one for each night. You choose."

"I don't know what to say."

"How about Thank you Belinda?"

"Thank you Belinda."

"Why don't you choose one and go and put it on and model it for me?"

He looked at her. "Do I have to?"

"No." There was a long silence. "Just as I don't have to do what I did to
you last night."

"Rrrrright. Which ones should I put on?"

"Why don't you try them all, see what they look like. Like I said, a
different one for each night but you must remember to wash them out in the
morning just in case you want to wear the same ones again the following
night."

Later, in bed, she could feel his erection against her stomach. "Play with
me?" he asked.

"Not tonight sweetheart. I had a pretty tiring time at work today. But you
can do it if you want. Show me how you tease yourself through the nickers."

He looked at her.

"It's OK" she said. "I've wondered what it would be like to watch a guy
play with himself. Show me what you do when I'm not around. But you must do
it through the nickers."

She watched him as he started to work on himself then she, too, started to
masturbate.

"Oh God, this is good" she said as she watched him play with his balls. And
as he started to moan she said "Come over here, sweety" she said. Stop
playing with yourself and come and lick me. My pussy so wants your tongue"
and he did as he was told, stopped playing with himself, started to work on
Belinda. She didn't take long and she enjoyed wave after wave then finally
she said "No more, no more, oh that was so good, you have a wonderful
tongue.... goodnight sweetheart" and she kissed his and rolled over and
turned off the light and started deep breathing.

"But what about...." she heard him say and smiled to herself in the
darkness. Yes, things were progressing nicely.


CHAPTER 3

"How was he taking all this?" I asked Belinda.

"You know, it's amazing. As soon as he put on the nickers the second night
he was a different person.  No more arrogance, no more do this, do that. If
I had to choose one word, I'd say he was subservient.  No, that's not
right. More.... I don't know.... softer, almost feminine maybe. Certainly
softer. More likely to ask me what I wanted, if he could help, actually
doing things without being asked."

"And you? How do you feel about this new Warwick?"

"I can't wait to take him to the next step."

The following morning, as he was dressing, he said "About last night...."

"Oh, yes. I was thinking about the other night. You enjoyed me playing with
your g-spot so much I thought we should keep that for special nights. Let
your balls get really full then when I play with you, you'll enjoy it so
much more. Don't you think that's a good idea? You can lick me every night
'cause I don't have to balls to fill but we won't play with you until
they're really full. How long will it take, do you think? A week? Ten
days?"

"But...."

"And no cheating and playing with yourself at work because I'll
know.... your balls just won't be full.... and if you're a bad boy I'll
have to put you into a chastity belt or something. Oh, and I want you to
wear a pair of nickers to work."

"You mean..."

"Yes. I want to keep you horny, so your balls will fill more quickly, so I
can play with your g-spot again. No one will know, not unless you flash
them in the men's toilet. And I'm sure you'll like the feel of the satin
and knowing you've got a secret."

She could see him think about it, saw the very slight smile on his face
quickly suppressed. "You wouldn't mind?"

"Mind? Why should I mind? I want you to wear them. Thinking about what
you're wearing will help you fill your balls quicker. Then I can play with
you sooner."

"Well, you know....guys in women's undies.... a bit sus, don't you think?"

"Sus? No. You won't be the first guy to wear women's nickers to work and
you wont be the last, either. Besides, you'll be horny all day. Just don't
let any of the secretaries see that piece of steel in your pants because of
they do they'll want to play with it."

Later she phoned him at work, asked him if he was getting any work done.

"What do you mean?"

"I thought wearing those nickers you might be a little, how can I put this?
excited?"

"Well..."

"Got everything in hand have you?" She giggled. "Don't play too much. In
fact, don't play at all. You don't want me to have to put you into a
chastity belt do you? Oh, by the way."

"Yes?"

"Has your secretary been looking at your pants?"

There was a pause. "She has, hasn't she?"

"I.... ah.... she...."

"Did she like what she saw?"

"She... I don't know. But she did look for a long time. Well, I don't know
if it was a long time but it certainly seemed like it. I could feel myself
going red."

Belinda giggled. "I'll bet she wanted you to get it out, show her the man
of steel. Would you like me to ring her and...."

"No. No. Don't...."

She giggled again. "Don't worry lover, I won't ring her. I'm not sharing
that with any woman, no matter how needy she is."  She paused then said
"Oh, and don't forget. Lot's of licking tonight."

"Yum".

Later that week she took him shopping. As they walked through the mall she
said "I want to get a new blouse. You might see something you want, too. A
casual shirt, new tie?"

"I don't think so, but maybe."

As they walked, they window shopped and stopped outside a lingerie
shop. She watched his reflection in the window. "See anything there I'd
like?" she asked.

"Everything?"

She laughed. "What about for you? See anything you'd like?"

There was a pause, then he said "Um. No."

"Sure?" She snuggled up to him. "What about those?" She pointed to a
particularly flimsy bra and panty set. "Or that?.... or those?"

"Well, yes."

She could see in the reflection two women also looking. "Would you like to
wear the garter belt?" she asked, just loud enough for them to hear.

"Um. No."

"You don't sound too sure."

"Well, if I was a female, of course I'd like to wear it, but as I'm
not...."

"I thought it would look nice with your lace nickers" she said and watched
the women in the window.  They turned, startled, and looked at
Warwick. "But if you don't want to...." and she took his hand and they
walked off.

Later, at home he said "That.... um.... garter belt. Maybe I....Would
you.... let me wear it?"

"Let me think about it" she said. "I remember what you said about not being
a female, so maybe not.  But let me think about it...."

She made him wait two days then she gave him a parcel. "The garter belt you
wanted."

He blushed.

"There is one thing though. There's no point in wearing a garter belt
without stockings so I bought you some of those too. Problem is stockings
would look terrible over hairy legs so you'll have to shave your legs. But
you've got good legs so they'll look extra nice in stockings. Don't worry
about shaving your legs now, do them in the morning when you're in the
bathroom. Then you can shower and put on the stockings and garter belt when
you put on the nickers for work."

"For work?" He almost shrieked.

"Of course" she said innocently. "Why not? You're already wearing nickers
to work. No one will know you're also wearing a garter belt and stockings,
unless you drop your trousers and I don't suppose you're planning on that,
are you? So come on, take me to bed. I want you to use that wonderful
tongue again. And if you're very, very good, very, very soon I'll play with
your G-spot."


CHAPTER 4

Two weeks later she gave him another parcel. "What's this?" he asked as he
opened it.

"I saw them the other day and thought they'd suit you. I also thought you'd
like them."

"I do. They're.... they're beautiful." He held up the bra and panties set,
went and put them on. She helped him with the bra.

"They're not just for around the house. You can wear them to work too."

He looked at her. "What? The bra?" Incredulous.

"Of course. No one will see it. Put your shirt on and you'll see what I
mean."

As he did so she continued. "I got white so it wouldn't show through your
shirt. I could have got pink or lemon. The lemon was lovely. You would have
looked great, the colour is nicer than the white but you would have seen it
through your shirt. I thought you'd want to wear it to work, which is why I
got the white. I'll get the lemon set, bra and panties tomorrow so you can
wear them on the weekend." She paused. "There is one problem though."

"Yeah" he said. "My chest hair. It has to go."  She turned away, smiled to
herself. Things were going even better than she planned.  "How can I do
that? Get rid of my chest hair?"

"Well.... you could shave but you'd have stubble on your chest and you'd
have to shave your chest every day. Or you could use a hair removing spray
which you spray on then leave for five or ten minutes and then wash off in
the shower or you could have a wax. That'd sting when the wax is pulled off
but you'd have a hair free chest for three or four weeks, maybe
longer. Actually you could have your legs waxed as well. Of course.... "
she added, wondering if he remembered her saying it would be great for him
to have breasts so she could suck on them ".... if you were a tranny, which
you're not, you could go on hormones and they'd get rid of the hair and
re-shape your body as well. And you'd grow breasts which would help fill
out the bra.  But you're not, which is just as well because if you were on
hormones you couldn't get an erection and then where would we be? Talking
of which.... it must be time for me to.... play with.... you.... to play
with your g-spot.... to empty those very full balls.  What do you think?"


CHAPTER 5

The next weekend, as he dressed in the lemon set, with the garter belt and
stockings she said "You look good but you need some new clothes."

"No I don't. I have plenty of everything."

"Women's clothes. You have none of those."

"Women's clothes?" Incredulous.

"Of course. You need either a skirt and top or a dress. What would you
prefer?"

"But...."

"Sweety. If you're going to wear women's undies you have to wear other
women's clothes."

She could see him warming to the idea. "C'mon. Let's go. A couple of the
shops are having sales so we can save money. Oh, and put on a coloured
shirt so your bra won't show through."

"But what do I get? I don't know what to get."

"Don't worry. I'll help you. Just tell me what you like and if I think it
will it will suit you we'll get it.  It's not hard. Although I'll bet this
is" she smiled and stroked the front of his pants.

That night, with him dressed for dinner in a new black torsolet and black
nickers and stockings and a knee length black sheath with a scooped neck
she said "Almost perfect. Not far to go and you'll look better than me."

"What do you mean?"

"Well you need your hair done in a feminine style which will be soon
because your hair's almost long enough, shoes, something with a heel, and a
necklace or two, some earings and makeup, maybe some finger rings and
you'll be su perrrr bbbb. Then we can go shopping together, just two girls
on the town. And...." she drew the word out ".... you'll be good enough to
eat." She grinned wickedly. "What do you think?"

"About what?" as he looked in the mirror.

"Do you think you'll be good enough to eat?"

"I don't know" he whispered. "I hope so."

Wow, she thought. Already he's imagining himself, dressed as a woman,
having someone eating him.  I wonder if he's thinking of me eating him, or
someone else.


CHAPTER 6

Three days later Belinda told Warwick that, if he was going to dress as a
woman, he should have a woman's name. "I'm going to call you Sarah" she
said. He didn't complain. By now he was resigned to the inevitable.

He she had learned how to put on make-up, when and how to touch up her
make-up in public and was now having her hair styled at a hairdresser,
nothing dramatic, just something feminine for the weekend that could be
brushed out, back to a male style for work during the week. She had also
learned how to walk in high heels. She learned how to take small feminine
steps and not stride like a man and, although Sarah was unaware of it,
Belinda taught her how to swing her hips to attract men.

Sarah had been changing after work into her female clothes as well as
dressing as a woman every weekend so that, when she practised her female
skills she would, later, do it naturally. Seven months after her training
began, Belinda thought Sarah was ready for her public debut. As she dressed
she said to Belinda "I wish I didn't have this bulge in my nickers."

There was a long silence as Belinda thought about this. "Does that mean you
want it cut off?"

"No, just that I wish it wasn't so.... bulgy. It would be nice if I could
hide it or something, so I looked more like a woman. More.... smooth."

"But you don't need to worry about that when you're wearing a dress or
skirt. Maybe if you were on the beach in a bikini, but as you're not...."

"Yeah, I know. But it sort of.... spoils the look."

"Well.... when we come home we can look on the internet and see if we can
find anything about tucking it away. Maybe on one of the tranny sites. And
talking about looking more like a woman. I think it's about time you went
on hormones."

And she got a reply she wasn't expecting. "I've been thinking that
too. But.... maybe I should just get implants so I can still use my
dick. But maybe hormones so I could feel my breasts growing, just like a
real girl..... If I went on hormones.... would I.... would I be able to get
milk from my breasts?"

"Why don't you get dressed and we'll talk about it when we come home?"

As Sarah continued to dress, Belinda thought how far Sarah had come. Her
skin was tanned, hair beautifully done in a French roll, make-up perfect,
wearing a faux Chinese cheong sam and high heeled strappy sandals.  She
looked stunning. And as they reached the front door she said "I can't go
out in public looking like this" she wailed. "What if someone sees me, what
if someone recognises me?"

"Look in the mirror and tell me honestly.... Do you see any part of Warwick
there?"

"Nooooo."

"Then what you're telling me is that you're too big a sissy to go out the
door."

There was silence as Sarah contemplated this then said "You're right. Of
course I can do this."

"Dry your eyes and fix your makeup and let's go."

Moments later they were in the car, Belinda driving, watching as Sarah
checked in her purse mirror that her makeup and eyes were still
perfect. She smiled to herself. Breasts. She wanted breasts. Jenny was
right, she thought.


CHAPTER 7

Over lunch I continued to question Belinda. "And how was Sarah's behaviour
through all this? Did she revert? I guess not, if she went out in public,
if she wanted breasts."

"Oh no. That's the amazing part. The more I dressed him the more feminine
he became. By now I'd moved him her and her clothes into the other
bedroom. She wasn't happy with that but we came to an agreement; I'd milk
her prostate once a week and she would sleep in the other room with all her
female clothes. I'd even started teaching her to flirt with a guy although
I didn't tell her what I was teaching her or why. She really was becoming a
real woman. She'd grown her hair and I taught her makeup, had her ears
pierced, got her some jewellery, even got her some bra inserts so she would
be too flat then one Saturday the door bell rang. I knew what was going to
happen, but Sarah didn't."

"Get the door, sweety, will you?"

"But... but... I'm not dressed...."

"Yes you are, Sarah. You're dressed. You've got on that beautiful sun-dress
and besides I can't go to the door because I'm in the middle of something
in the kitchen. It'll be my brother Peter. Now be your beautiful wonderful
feminine self and let him in."

"But what if he realises I'm not who I look like?"

"He won't, sweety. I've trained you too well. Now let him in."

Filled with apprehension Sarah opened the door. "Hi. You must be Sarah. I'm
Peter, Belinda's brother.  She's told me such a lot about you. I've been
hoping to meet you. And this is a friend of mine, Barry."

Stunned, Sarah couldn't take her eyes off them. Tall and suntanned, they
were two of the best looking men she had ever seen. She wondered if they
were as nice as they looked. She didn't move, couldn't speak. Finally Peter
grinned. "Can we come in?"

"What? Oh, sorry. Yes." She stepped aside. "I got a surprise. Belinda
forgot to tell me you were coming."

"That'd be right. Hi sis."

"I haven't told him everything about you" Belinda pointedly said to Sarah,
emphasising the 'everything'. "Girls do have some secrets from guys. I
thought you could fill him in on the bits I haven't told him. But only the
bits you want to tell him."

"Why do I feel as if there's something you're not telling me?"

"There is, Peter. Girls do have secrets from guys. Or haven't you figured
that out yet? Hello Barry.  Peter didn't tell me you were coming."

"I didn't know myself. We were going surfing and Pete said he had a better
idea. Told me you'd said you had a friend you'd like him to meet....."

"Yeah, sorry about that sis, but I've got a new girlfriend and I didn't
think she'd be too happy if I, well.... so I told Barry and here we are."

"And glad Peter invited me, too" Barry said, looking at Sarah.

She could feel herself blush. Flustered, she asked "Anyone for a cup of
tea? Coffee? Anything?" and when Barry, still looking at her, raised an
eyebrow, she turned and fled into the kitchen. Belinda followed her. "He's
gorgeous", Sarah said.

"Who? Peter?"

"No, Barry. If I was a real woman, this is probably when I'd say how wet I
was."

"Really?"

"God, yes. Look, I'm shaking. I hope he doesn't notice."

Later, after dinner, while Belinda was in the kitchen getting coffee and
Peter had discretely left Sarah and Barry alone, Barry said
"I.... ah.... would it be.... can I see you again? Maybe go to dinner? Or
something?"

At that moment Belinda came back into the room, saw Barry's hand on Sarah's
wrist. Wrapped up in each other, they were unaware she had returned. She
went back into the kitchen, came back with the coffee. "Hello there. What
are you two up to?"

"I just..."

"He just...." They spoke together, laughed.

Barry looked at Sarah. "You go."

Shyly, quietly she looked at Barry. "He asked me out for dinner."

"You're a quick worker." This from Peter.

Now Barry was embarrassed. Quietly he said "I didn't want her to get away."

Sarah, eyes downcast, heard Belinda say "You haven't changed, Barry. Still
the smooth talker." She turned to Sarah. "Just make sure he doesn't talk
you out of your pants."

Quietly Sarah said "Oh, I'm sure he wouldn't do that. Would you Barry?"

"Only if you wanted me to."

Later, after the two men had gone, and the two women were alone, Sarah said
"What happens when he finds out I'm not what he thinks I am? Shouldn't I
wait until my breasts grow?"

That's interesting Belinda thought. She definitely wants breasts.

"What does he think you are? And why should you wait?"

"He thinks I'm a woman. A real woman. With breasts. And a .... a...."

"Well, aren't you? A woman? Even though you don't have breasts yet, don't
you feel like a woman?"

"Well yes, I feel like a woman. But what if Barry feels like a woman?"

"What do you....? Oh."

"I've got this, this thing between my legs and no tits. What happens if he
wants to go to bed with me?"

"Do you want to go to bed with him? Do you want him to talk you out of your
pants?"

Suddenly there was silence. Sarah looked around the room, couldn't keep her
eyes still. "I... I... I don't know. Yes.... Yes.... I've only just met him
and I want to go to bed with him. What does that make me?" She cried softly
into her handkerchief. "What about us?"

"It's OK Sarah. It's OK. I think you like being treated like a woman, being
a woman. I thought you might like Peter, that's why I invited him over. I
didn't think of Barry." She took Sarah's hand. "And as far as we are
concerned....You have to be happy and it seems to me you have been more
happy since you decided to become a woman than when you were Warwick. Barry
is bi-sexual. He won't mind that you've got dangly bits instead of girly
bits. You'll be speaking soon to a Doctor about going on hormones or having
implants so when that happens you'll feel more like a real woman and you'll
be a lot happier dating guys."

"You think so?"

"I know so." She paused, then said "I knew something like this would happen
eventually, it just happened sooner than I expected. I bought a strap-on so
you could learn what it's like to have someone inside you, so you'd be
ready when.... when.... so you'd know what was going to happen, so you'd
know if you wanted a guy to.... well.... Now dry you eyes and I'll come to
your bedroom and I'll work on your G-spot for you, empty your balls. Then
I'll strap on the dick and I'll teach you how to suck it, and then we'll
christen it so you can feel what it will be like with
someone.... Barry.... inside you, moving inside you, driving you on. Would
you like that?"

Sarah sniffled. "Why are we wasting time talking?" she said.


CHAPTER 8

We were having coffee after lunch when I asked Belinda if Sarah had enjoyed
the strap-on. "Enjoyed it?" she said. "She loved it. The following morning
I gave her a butt plug."

"What's this for?" Sarah asked.

"You wear it inside you and after a little while you're stretched and your
lover can get inside you easier and it doesn't hurt as much."

"Wow."

"Actually I got you two, one to wear to work, the other for weekends. The
one for work just fill you, the one for weekends vibrates." Belinda
grinned. "I didn't think that would be appropriate at work.  Walking around
everywhere, buzzing, somebody would eventually figure out was the buzzing
was and you'd have guys coming from everywhere. Probably coming anywhere,
too. This way you'll be horny at home with no one trying to rape you. But
we will use your new best friend again, if you'd like to.  So you can get
used to someone inside you."

A week later, the night of Sarah's first date, Belinda went to bed early so
she wouldn't embarrass Sarah or Barry if Sarah brought him home. She
needn't have worried. Eleven thirty there was a light knock on her bedroom
door and Sarah came in. She was very nervous.

"I brought Barry home" she said "and he wondered.... ah.... he.... this is
so.... he wondered, because you taught me to be a woman, if
you'd.... if.... you'd like to teach me to.... suck a real one."

"Excuse me?"

"He wondered...."

"Yes, I heard you. What does he think I am? Doesn't he know three's a
crowd? Doesn't he think you can do it on your own? Tell him...." She paused
then smiled. "You know....It might be fun. I've fantasised about a
three-way but it was always me and two guys. So what if it's a guy and two
girls.  I'll bet that's every guy's fantasy, two girls and him. Tell him
I'll be in, in a few minutes."

"Oh, thank you, Belinda. I'll tell him. Come in when you're ready."

Moments later, when Belinda joined then, Sarah was taking off the last of
Barry's clothes. He was enormous. "Oh, my" Belinda heard herself say and
joined them on the bed.

"Watch" she said to Sarah, and started work on Barry..... and then it was
Sarah's turn.... and then Belinda and then, and then.....

There was a pause and then Belinda said to me "She was insatiable. Couldn't
get enough of his dick. I suppose that was natural, being her first, but I
don't think I was like that the first time I was with a guy.  The first
time she finished him orally, then she said 'More, more' and got him stiff
again, started to suck him again but this time he wanted to be inside her,
she said she wanted to suck he said no, you can suck it again later so she
said OK but

"Oh God, you're so big. Oh, God, are they always that big? Oooohhhh
please.... don't hurt me."

"Don't worry. I'll use plenty of lube. And I will be gentle."

"Ohhh."

So he was gentle, just put the tip near her hole, teased her with it and
finally she couldn't take the teasing any more so she just moved back,
suddenly, and he was inside her and I was amazed, she was doing the work,
she was riding him, not the other way around. Why didn't anyone tell me
this was so good? she asked. Then when that was finished, I was exhausted
just watching them. I went to bed and they were still at it when I woke, I
don't know, maybe five or six hours later. I don't know if they rested or
not, but I somehow don't think so. Barry would have been well and truly
empty but still she worked on him, she loved his dick so much. I couldn't
believe it. He was soft but she was still sucking it. I didn't think anyone
could enjoy a cock as much as Sarah enjoyed Barry."

"So what happens now?" I asked.

"Well, I saw her about a month ago. She'd moved in with Barry about two
months ago and started the hormones. Barry wanted her to go onto hormones
rather than have implants because he thought she'd love feeling her body
change, become more feminine. She was wearing a low cut dress and she
leaned forward so I could see how her breasts were growing. I don't know
how big she's going to be but I'd guess they're about half grown. She's
changed jobs, got a job as a woman so there wouldn't be any hassle when her
breasts started to show as they're now doing."

"And how's your sex life?" Belinda asked Sarah.

"Oh my God, it's wonderful. He's just.... I've been having the most
incredible fantasies. When we're making love I imagine I'm with two men and
while I'm sucking one the other one is.... you know. I told Barry and he
said he knew one or two guys that would join us if I wanted. He grinned and
said I could be his own private gang bang. What did I think? Did I want him
and one of his mates or him and two of his mates or him and three of his
mates? Can you imagine? All that cock. One in each hand, one in my mouth
and one in.... well.... in meeee!." There was a pause and then Sarah said
"I can't wait!"

There was silence as both women contemplated "all that cock" and then
Belinda asked "How does it feel, growing breasts?"

"Wonderful. My nipples were a bit tender at first, then a little while
later I could feel my skin swelling then I looked in the mirror and there
they were. Tiny, but starting to grow. And now look at me. It is so good."
She looked down then, shyly, asked "How did you know I needed to
be.... What decided you to teach me to be a woman?"

"I didn't.... know. You were just so obnoxious, so bossy, I suppose I
thought that if I taught you what it was like to be a woman and then give
you some of the crap you were giving me you might realise what you were
doing to me."

Sarah looked down. "Yes. I'm so sorry about that.... I.... I'd been like
that for a while. I didn't know why. Still don't know why. Maybe it was
because I was trying to be so butch when deep down I wanted to be girly. I
fantasised about wearing dresses and lacy undies and having tits
and.... and thought it was just what every guy goes through, wondering what
it would be like to be a woman."  There was a longer pause then she
continued. "Barry treats me like that.... like I treated you. Tells me what
to do all the time. Now I know what I must have been like, how you must
have felt..... I'm so sorry I did that to you, to us..... But I guess it
worked out, for me, anyway. But you know.... even though he treats me that
way, I love the new me, I wouldn't have it any other way. I love my tits, I
love his cock.... any cock.... I just love being.... girly. Thank you so
much."

Belinda was silent for a moment or two then she said "Well, Jenn. Way back
when you told me how to stop Warwick bossing me I thought, hoped that if I
was successful in changing him we could live together as two women, one
with an extra bit in her knickers. Some chance. Sarah wanted a male in her
life, not a female, so I guess I'm back on the market.... looking for a
guy.... who cross-dresses.  And if he doesn't.... I'll teach him!"

"Amen to that" I said.

"You too?" she asked me.

"Oh, yes."

She grinned. "And now I know what to do and how to do it, my future
boyfriends had better watch out or before they know what's happening,
they'll be my girlfriends.  I think I'd like having a girlfriend with a bit
extra in her panties."

"Me too" I said.

THE END