Date: Fri, 7 Jan 2005 09:35:51 EST
From: DEANECHRIS@aol.com
Subject: Heels: The Ultimatum - Chapter 4 - Gale's Quandary

Heels: The Ultimatum 4 - Gale's Quandary

By Deane Christopher
Copyrighted 2003


Synopsis of Chapter 3: Platonic Relationship


	Having addressed those damn near insatiable carnal needs of hers,
Kelly dutifully called down the stairs, informing Gale that she could
safely rejoin her in their bedroom.  There, once Gale had slid into bed
beside the shapely figure of her ultra feminized husband, the two of them
began to discuss how they were going to handle the platonic aspect of this
rather convoluted relationship they were embarking upon.

	It was near the end of that conversation that Gale somewhat
squeamishly admitted that while she probably could handle it if Kelly were
to perform cunnilingus on her, she did not think she could be magnanimous
enough to return the favor.  Unfazed by her wife's pronouncement, Kelly
informed Gale that she understood her wife's position perfectly.  Then, in
an attempt to further placate any misgivings that Gale might still be
harboring, Kelly continued on to reply that were the situation reversed in
such a way as to allow Gale to become an anatomically correct male, she
would find herself in a similar dilemma.  That is to say that Kelly was
quick to point out that she did not believe that she could get passed her
own revulsions in order to be able perform the selfless act of fellatio on
a male Gale.  In other words, Kelly freely admitted that she could no more
function as the instigator of a homosexual couched act revolving around the
administration of oral sex than could Gale.

	Oddly enough, while Kelly staunchly observed the restrictions of
this platonic relationship of theirs, Gale frequently, and at times,
flagrantly disregarded them.  This caused Kelly no end of problems in the
horniness department.


Chapter 4: Gale's Quandary


 	Having spent the following evening operating under the guise of his
feminine alter ego, owing to Gale's insistence that he do so again, Dennis,
felling the desperate need to engage in a little congenial hanky-panky with
that relatively new bride of his, had to put his foot down.  Though it was
apparent that Gale was at first a little put off by her husband's rather
abruptly couched refusal, once Dennis explained that he dearly wanted to
make love to her as the man he had been born to be, she realized that he
was right. Contritely, and somewhat coquettishly, Gale conceded the point
that while she enjoyed spending time with her girlfriend, three nights in a
row without engaging in sex with her husband was kind of pushing it.

	The next evening, as soon as Dennis walked in the door, Gale
presented him with a tentative schedule.  Tuesday and Thursday evenings
were earmarked for girls night out activates, while Mondays, Wednesdays and
Fridays were reserved for normal husband and wife interactions.  Likewise,
every other Saturday, starting immediately after Dennis enjoyed an early
morning romp in the hay with his wife, would be set aside for Gale and
Kelly to do some exclusively 'girl' things together.  Sundays were to be
left open-ended.  Whether Dennis logged any 'Kelly' time on Sundays would
depend entirely on the amount of residual girl time he had already accrued
that weekend.

	Please with the realization that Gale had taken his healthy male
appetite for sexual gratification into account, as attested to by the
Saturday morning romp codicil she had taken pains to include, Dennis
readily agreed to his wife's proposal.  "You did good, honey.  You did real
good.

	"As long you and I remain flexible, this schedule of yours should
workout just fine."


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	Several days later, while the two of them were eating dinner in the
kitchen, Gale made a request of her husband, "Dennis, tonight, when you
change yourself into a woman, I was kind of hoping that you could do me a
big favor?"

	"Sure, honey.  I'd be happy to.  Just tell me what it is, and if
it's in my power, consider it a done deal."

	"Well, I was wondering if I might prevail upon you to do me again,
but this time, without all those physical enhancements that you used the
other day?"

	"Yeah....  Sure...  Of course I can do that for you.  Why?"

	"Do you recall that intimate apparel catalog that came the other
day?"

	Having perused through the publication several times himself since
its arrival, he knowingly chuckled, "Yes.  Yes, I do?"

	"Well, I was kind of wondering if I could get you to model some of
the outfits for me, so I could see how I would look wearing them."

	"So, I take it what you're saying is: you're toying around with the
idea of ordering a few for yourself?"

	"Yes.  Yes, I am...  But, only if they don't make me look slutty."

	"Oh.  I get it.  You don't mind if they make me look slutty, just
as long as they don't make you look slutty?"

	"Oh, yeah.  You've got that right." Gale laughingly quipped.


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	"Not bad." Gale commented, as that doppelganger husband of hers
modeled a slinky silver lame' sleepshirt.  "Not bad at all...

	"I kind of like that."

	With a voice that was an exact duplicate of his wife's, Dennis
replied, "Well then, that makes two of us."

	"Okay.  How 'bout letting me see how it looks in gold."

	"Sure thing, honey." Dennis, who was thoroughly enjoying herself,
gleefully chuckled.  "Blink."

	"Well?" Gale's lookalike questioningly prompted.  "Which one of the
three do you like me in the best?  The silver, the gold, or the bronze?"

	"Well, if I have to choose, I'd have to say that I like the silver
one the best, but I must say that I also like both the bronze and the gold
ones as well."

	"Okay.  So, why don't you just go ahead and order all three of
them?"

	"Do you really mean that?"

	"Of course I do."

	"Well, I guess my next question is: can we afford them, along with
all the other stuff I've already picked out?"

	"No...  But, what the heck, honey.  It's only money.  Besides, I
don't see myself retiring in the near to immediate future..."


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	As stated previously, during those not so infrequent times in which
Dennis operated as an amply endowed member of the crotch creased club, he
exercised extreme caution and self-control, so as to avoid doing anything
that Gale might misconstrue to be in the realm of some sort of lesbian
come-on.  His wife, on the hand, was no where near as vigilant as her
bodaciously femmed-out husband was.  Gale, by her very nature, was born and
bred to be a touchy/feellie kind of person.  Trouble was, the person she
liked to touch most was not only her husband, Dennis.  It was also
increasingly starting to become her husband's feminine alter ego, Kelly, as
well.

	And, that touchy/feellie proclivity of Gale's caused Kelly no end
of problems in the horniness department.


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	As one might imagine, Gale got a real kick out of the guilty
knowledge she possessed.  Just knowing who and what Kelly really was
transformed every outing of theirs into a quasi-erotic adventure for her.

	"Hey, Kell." Gale excitedly intoned one evening when she and that
sham of a girlfriend of hers were out doing their weekly grocery shopping.
"Did you happen to catch a glimpse of that guy giving you the once over?"

	"Exactly which guy are you talking about?"

	"The guy in the last aisle we were just in, the one who was wearing
the jeans and a tan windbreaker."

	"Oh, that guy.

	"Yeah...  Now that you mention it, I guess I did at that."

	"And, it didn't bother you, him ogling you like he was?"

	"No...  Should it?"

	"Oh, I don't know...  I just thought that it might, what with you
not really being all the girl you appear to be."

	"Oh, I understand what you're getting at.

	"You think that I might take it as an assault on this male ego of
mine to have a guy lecherously undress me with his eyes, just like that
asshole was doing, right?"

	"Yeah... I guess so..." Gale meekly replied.

	"Well, let me let you in on a little secret.  Back in the
beginning, back when I first started playing Little Ms.Transgender, the
dick teaser's dick teaser, stuff like that unnerved the hell out of me.

	"However, as time passed, and I got more comfortable functioning as
a woman, I began to take that sort of stuff in my stride.

	"In other words, Gale, I just figured that it more or less went
with the territory, and that I was either going to have to like it, or lump
it.  So, since I am basically a pragmatist at heart, I made the conscious
decision that I wasn't just going to like it, I was going force myself to
reach a point where I enjoyed the hell out of it."

	"So, I take it that somewhere along the line, you reached that
point?"

	"Reached it, and, I might add, surpassed it.

	"That's to say that I now take great amounts of perverse pleasure
whenever men eye me up one side and down the other."

	"You do, do ya?"

	"You bet that well rounded and nicely hung tush of yours, I do.

	"I mean, I whole heartily agree with that old saying, 'If you've
got it.  Flaunt it'.

	"And, you'd best believe I do.  At damn near every opportunity..."

	"You're terrible."

	"You're right.  I am.  And, damn proud of it."


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	Having been given the all-clear by Kelly a little after ten one
evening, Gale placed Dennis' paperback copy of The Fellowship Of The Rings
on the coffee table; turned the lights off; made sure the front door was
locked, and then dutifully headed upstairs.  Entering their bedroom, Gale,
a perennial anal retentive neatness freak, did as she usually did, in that
she picked up the high heel pumps that Kelly had hastily discarded in her
mad rush to so cravenly have at herself.  With the pumps in hand, Gale
turned, and headed for Dennis' chest of drawers.  As her wife did so, Kelly
dutifully reached over and turned on the low wattage lamp that resided upon
the nightstand, causing Gale to respond, "Why, thank you, sweetcheeks.  I
certainly do appreciate that."

	"Think nothing of it.  Always glad to be of assistance."

	Then, even as Gale was returning the heels to their place of honor
atop her husband's chest of drawers, she casually remarked, "I know I've
told you this before, but these heels of yours are really something.

	"I mean, not only do they cause you to change into a girl wherever
you put them on, and dress you in anything that suits that highly
imaginative and somewhat perverted manly fancy of yours, but they retain
their fresh out of a shoebox look.  I mean, there isn't a scuff mark on
them."

	"Yeah..." Kelly dreamily returned.  "Kind of neat, isn't it?"

	Speculating, Gale said, "I'll bet that they're damn near
indestructible?"

	"You're probably right about that, honey.  However, since I kind of
like the way things are right now, what say we don't put that theory of
yours to the test."


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	Oddly enough, though the chance of the two of them ever finding out
the truth of the matter, Gale had hit the proverbial nail on the head.  The
heels were, for all intent and purposes, indestructible, save perhaps by
some arcane means.  They were also were somewhat akin to Sauron's mythical
One Ring of Power, in that should they ever become lost, stolen or
discarded, they would move Heaven and Earth to find their way back to the
individual to whom they had magically bonded themselves to.

	Though Gale was unaware of the fact that the heels had played their
part in making her rethink that pre-nuptial ultimatum of hers, the very
same ultimatum that had resulted in her betrothed tossing those stiletto
heeled bad boys of his into the trash can, they had done exactly that.
Even though the heels' influence had been brought to bear on a subliminal
level, they had played an integral part in making Gale change her mind;
going so far as to actually induce her to rescue them before the trashmen
came to collect the garbage the next morning.

	Gale was also completely oblivious to the another effect that the
heels were having on her.

	The heels had been created with one purpose, and one purpose alone.
They were to design to enrich the life of the individual with whom they
were metaphysically bonded to, and they accomplished that prime directive
of theirs in a myriad of ways.  Though it was quite possible that Dennis
would never come to realize this, over time the heels had, through a
metaphysical leaching process, replicated their magical potential so that
it also resided in Dennis' own intrinsic makeup.  Where he to simply to
make a conscious and concerted wish to become a woman, he would do so, much
as he had when he had donned the heels, save that he would do so in the
blink of an eye.  Likewise, were Dennis to make a wish to reacquire his
manhood, all that was needed was another conscious, concerted and clearly
thought out desire to do so.  In the same fashion, though he might not ever
come to realize it, Dennis could, by the exercising of his conscious will
alone, negate some, or all, of his accrued residual girl time.

	However, as interesting as all that may well be, in the grand
scheme of things, the one thing that would have the greatest effect on Gale
and Dennis' marriage, other than the transsexual nature of the heels
themselves, was the effect the heels were slowly, but steadily engendering
within Gale.

	Though he figured it was nothing more than a pipe-dream of his, the
one thing that Dennis desired most in life was for Gale to one day become
his female alter ego's lesbian lover.  The heels, while not going so far as
to actually change Gale's sexual persuasion, did the next best thing.
Without tampering with her free will in any way, shape or form, the heels
made it possible for Gale to explore and contemplate her various options.

	Once again, the heels accomplished this self-appointed task of
theirs on a subliminal level.  Using the love Gale had for her husband,
Dennis, and that pseudo-girlfriend of hers as a jumping off point, the
heels fabricated a series of wildly erotic dreams, dreams in which Gale's
lover continually seesawed back and forth between the two strangely
intertwined loves of her life.  Once initiated, fragments of those vividly
erotic dreams began to spawn erotically couched daydreams, daydreams in
which Gale began to increasingly fantasize about what it might be like were
she and Kelly to go one on one with one another.

	Though such aberrant thoughts distressed her at first, Gale found
that no matter what she did or did not do, she could not stop herself from
fantasizing about engaging in a lesbian tryst with that transsexualized
sexpot of a husband of hers.  She kept envisioning herself making Kelly
squeal and squirm, and wriggle and rive the way she herself squealed and
squirmed, and wriggled and rived whenever that deft-handed and ever so
talented tongue husband of hers administered to her own wanton carnal
needs.

	The more Gale fantasized, the more intrigued she became.  Likewise
the more intrigued she became, the more the impossible became the
improbable, which in turn began to grudgingly give way to the possible, but
highly unlikely.

	Gale's sexual epiphany occurred late one afternoon while she
sitting in her cubical at work.  Having completed pretty much everything
that resided in her in-basket, and reviewed the little that was left, Gale
kept herself busy with a bunch of mundane tasks.  Given that those
self-assigned tasks of hers were little more than make-busy work, they did
not require a lot of conscious or creative thought on her part.  That being
the case, Gale began to daydream as she casually went about the task of
tidying up her desk.

	Within moments, those idyllic daydreams of hers began to become
progressively tinged with an impish, though nonetheless intoxicating sense
of the erotic, as Gale began to picture herself and Dennis alone on a
secluded tropical beach, fervently engaged in making love with one another.
Then, without even realizing exactly when the transition occurred, the
image of her husband was supplanted with Kelly's curvaceous figure.

	Due to its relevancy, it should be noted at this juncture that
prior to meeting Dennis, Gale had not been gung-ho when it came to
performing the selfless act of fellatio.  While it was true that she had
occasionally gone down on many of the guys she had dated over the years,
she did it more out of a sense of quid pro quo than for any other reason.
If nothing else, Gale was a firm believer in fairness.  As far as she was
concerned, what was good for the gander was also good for the goose.  If I
guy was going to go down on her, she felt obligated to return the favor.

	Dennis, however, was another story all together.  Oddly enough,
when it came to Dennis, Gale found that she did not have any qualms about
taking that manly shaft of his into the sanctum sanctorum of her oral
orifice.  As strange as it might seem, as their intimacy grew into the kind
of relationship she had always dreamed of having with an eligible young
man, Gale actually began to relish the idea going down on that beau of
hers.

	So anyhow, getting back to Gale's sexual epiphany, there she was at
work, tidying up her cubical, and idyllically fantasizing that pert little
tush of hers off about getting it on with Dennis, when all of a sudden
something extraordinary occurred.  One moment, she was sitting there;
picturing herself eagerly engaged in the act of deep throating her husband;
and the next, she was envisioning herself nibbling the hell out of Kelly's
elusive little clit.

	Ironically, Gale came to the stark realization that she was not
turned-off by the thought of her being the instigator, rather than the
recipient, of the ever so pleasurable act of cunnilingus.  Truth be told,
she was absolutely flabbergasted to find that such aberrant thoughts had
nether neither diminished nor dispelled her horniness, rather they had only
served to intensify it to an excruciating level.

	With her pussy leaking love juices like a sieve, Gale, somehow
managed to get awkwardly to her feet, and using a manila folder to prevent
anyone form taking note of the wetness that was in the process of darkening
the crotch of her pants, hobbled out of her cubical.  Threading her way
through the maze of cubicles with her inner thighs pressed tightly together
in an fruitless effort to prevent further leakage, Gale, passed out of the
room, down the outer hallway, and into the little girl's room.

	There, having ducked into the first relatively clean stall that
presented itself, Gale, taking great pains to stifle herself from offering
any verbal counterpoint to the crass actions she was about to engage in,
adroitly got down to the business of addressing those carnal needs of hers.

	Luckily for Gale, by the time she finished up attending to what
needed to be attended to in the ladies room and returned to her cubical, it
was neigh on to quitting time.  Turning off her computer and locking up her
desk, a delightfully perplexed and much invigorated Gale drew on her coat
and headed straight off for the parking lot and her car.

 	At best, she was pleasantly distracted all throughout her drive
home.  No matter what Gale did or did not do, she could not stop thinking
about the strange turn of events that had transpired that afternoon.  Over
and over and over again, as if her mind were stuck in a virtual memory
loop, she replayed the scenario that portrayed her giving Kelly a
deliciously thorough tongue-lashing.

	All that evening, throughout the night, and continuing on all the
next day, an extremely intrigued Gale continue to fantasize about
performing oral sex on that ever so sexy transsexualized husband of hers.
She became preoccupied with such thoughts to the point of fixation.  Though
Gale continually tried to get her mind to focus on other matters, she
failed miserable.  Knowing how utterly fantastic it felt when Dennis went
down on her and ate her out, all Gale could think of was how much perverse
pleasure she could derive out of turning the tables on him by
enthusiastically nibbling away on that delectable little clit of Kelly's.

	'Damn.' she thought.  'Wouldn't it be a real hoot to make that
husband of mine squeal and squirm the way he makes me squeal and squirm?'

	Then, upon the realization that she was actually beginning to
contemplate taking that fantasy of hers and turning it into a reality, Gale
began to question whether or not she was really capable of getting past
those rather substantial inhibitions of hers.  With the fully understanding
that were she to do what she was thinking about doing, she would be
participating in nothing less than a lesbian based activity.

	To say that Gale found herself in a real quandary over the issue of
her becoming the administrator, rather than the recipient, of lesbian oral
sex would have been the grossest of understatements.  While she knew that
her motives were sound, it all boil down to a matter of ethics.  Could she
actually engage in something that had once been so abhorrent to her that
just the mere thought of it turned her stomach?

	Over and over again, she asked herself the very same question.  'Do
you really want to do this?'  Her unwavering answer was always a
demonstrative and resounding 'Yes.'  That prompted the obligatory follow up
question; 'Do you thinking that when push comes to shove, you'll really be
able to go down on her?'  Though Gale would like to have answered that
pivotal question with the same sort of enthusiastic response as she had the
first, being true to herself, she was forced to admit that she just did not
know.  While she would like nothing more than to be able to answer in the
affirmative, there was still a lingering doubt as to whether she could
bring herself to do the deed or not.

	Gale was plagued with a heavy-handed dose of uncertainty.  All
throughout the following day she waffled.  One moment, wanting nothing more
than to lick and suck that sexually reconstituted husband of hers into a
state of unprecedented orgasmic ecstasy, Gale thought that she might
actually be able to do it.  Trouble was, a few minutes after coming to that
conclusion, she did an abrupt one-eighty, in which she found herself
seriously doubting as to whether or not she could get passed all those long
held and well entrenched inhibitions of hers.

	To make matters worse, that evening, unlike the pervious evening,
was scheduled to be a 'girls' night out'.  That meant that Kelly would, at
some point, head up to their bedroom, and there, take the matter in hand,
as she savagely saw to appeasing those damn near omnipresent carnal
cravings of hers.

	Though there was nothing compelling Gale to reach a decision that
day, or for that matter, any other day, she felt pressured to do so.
Knowing that her indecision was well on the way to driving her absolutely
bonkers, in that it was already eroding her ability to function at her job
properly, Gale accepted the fact that she had reached shit or get off the
pot time.  If she was going to do it, she needed to do it soon.  However,
she was also aware of the fact that if she decided that she was not going
to be able to get passed all those long held inhibitions of hers, she would
have to somehow resign herself to the notion that some things were never
meant to be.  If she did that, she would then be saddle with the problem of
figuring out how to live with her decision.


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	"Bad day, huh?" Dennis inquired of his wife.

	"Yes.  In a manner of speaking, you could say that.  That's to say
that it was a little hectic." Gale distractedly replied, as she went
through the rigmarole involved in taking off her coat and hanging it up in
the closet.

	"So, are you still up for a night out with your girlfriend?  Or, if
you're not, we can always just stay home and watch some television.

	"Hell!  Tell you what, Gale.  If you'd like, I'll even fix us
dinner.

	"Look, since you appear to a little stressed out, as far as I'm
concerned, it's your call.  So, what would you like to do tonight?  Stay
home?  Go out?  What?"

	As much as Gale appreciated her husband's offer to play chef, since
it was not one he made often, Gale put on a happy face, and cheerfully
replied, "Well, while I'm half tempted to take you up on your generous
offer, I think what I'd really like to do is eat out tonight.  After that,
if we're both still up for it, we can take in a movie.  While I can't seem
to remember exactly which one it was, I do know that there's one you've
been itching to see.  However, after we leave the restaurant, before we
head over to the movies, if it isn't to much trouble, I'd like to make a
quick stop at the mall first."

	"Sure.  I don't see any problem doing that at all.

	"Okay.  I'll bite." Dennis was curious.  "Why, exactly, are we
going to stop by the mall on our way to the movies?  I mean, is there
something special you want to pick up?"

	"There most certainly is."

	"So, are you going to tell me what this something of yours is?  Or,
do you plan on keeping me guessing?"

	"Oh, I'd be happy to tell you...

	"By any chance, do you recall that satin bra and panty set you were
after me to pick up the last time we stop in at Victoria's Secrets?"

	"Yeah...  Sure...  Why?"

	"Well, I was thinking that I might be nice, and let you buy it for
me to tonight."

	"Sure, I can do that.  Truth is I'd be more than happy to do that
for you, honey.

	"So, tell me.  Do you want to do something different tonight, and
maybe go out to dinner tonight with your husband?  Or, would you prefer
spending the evening with that stacked and packed girlfriend of yours?"

	"Well..." Gale countered with the sham of mock thoughtfulness.
"Since tonight is supposed to be a 'girls' night out', I think I'd prefer
Kelly, if that is, that's okay with you?"

	"Oh, it's perfectly fine by me.

	"The only reason I asked was because I just wanted to know if I
needed to change or not."  Dennis added as he dutifully headed for the
stairs.

	"Wait up.  I'm coming too?"

	"All right...  Why, do you want to put on something other than what
you're wearing now?"

	"Yes.  I think I'd like to put on something a little more casual
than what I'm wearing now.  Something say in the order of jeans, sweater
and perhaps those new boots you talked me into buying last week, since we
did say that we were going to try that new Texas styled steakhouse tonight.
But, in all honesty, the real reason I want to accompany you upstairs to
the bedroom is because I really like to watch you whenever you do your guyo
to girlo thing."

	"You do, do ya'?" Dennis teased.  "How come?

	"I mean, do you get some sort of extemporaneous thrill out of
seeing me change into a girl?"

	Shyly, acting as if she was somewhat hesitant to respond to her
husband's light hearted inquiry, Gale sheepishly replied, "Yeah...  I guess
I sort of kind of do at that..."

	"So, am I to take it that watching me turn into a woman is a real
turn-on for you?"

	With a light punch of consternation, delivered expertly to her
husband upper arm, Gale brusquely responded, "If you must know, the answer
to your question is: yes.  Why, I haven't the foggiest idea.  But, needless
to say, it does turn me on."