Date: Tue, 14 Jun 2005 01:12:36 -0600
From: Sandi Randolph <sandi_35_ts@hotmail.com>
Subject: Journey of the Soul - Part 2, The Emergence of Paula

Please Note:  The following story is fictional.  Any perceived similar to
real persons, either living or dead, is strictly coincidental.  Although
it's intended primarily as an entertaining story with alternative sex, the
"story" part takes priority over the "sex".  If you are looking to read a
story that is pure sex with almost no plot, don't bother with this one.
It's rather long, presented in several parts, and (just as is usually the
case in real life) the sex portions are slow to develop.  Also, if you are
below the legal age or fiction of a sexual nature is illegal where you live,
please leave now.


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Summary of previous episode:  Software tycoon Paul Taylor suspected his wife
was cheating on him.  What he hadn't suspected was that she would actually
try to do away with him to get her hands on his fortune and his company.
He's abducted and left for dead in a staged car crash, but he survives and
is rescued by a hermit living in a canyon near the crash.  When he comes to,
he finds that he's snowed in with his rescuer, Rusty MacDonald, and that all
his clothes were torn to shreds in the "accident".  Since Paul is a
relatively small man, and Rusty approaches giant status, and has few clothes
himself, Paul is forced to make do with clothes left behind by the previous
occupant of the cabin . . . Rusty's late sister, Cindy.  All he can find are
very feminine clothes - no jeans, slacks or sweatsuits.  Just dresses,
skirts, blouses and very feminine and sexy underwear.  This really doesn't
bother Paul at all, since he'd been a part-time closet crossdresser since
childhood.  The question is, how will Rusty react?  Rusty is actually
pleased, since having a fairly effeminate man dressed as a woman around the
cabin is as close to having a woman spend the winter with him as he'll get
anytime soon.  Paul decides to do his best to support the big man's fantasy
by looking and acting as much like a woman as possible during his multi-week
stay, partly out of gratitude to Rusty, but also partly to live out one of
Paul's own fantasy.

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Paul went back to "his" bedroom, and took another quick inventory of the
items left behind by the late Cindy MacDonald.  Collecting what he thought
he needed, he headed for the bathroom.  He started drawing a hot bath, and
dropped some of Cindy's bath oil beads into the water.  He undressed, but
before settling into the hot tub he took a few minutes to relieve the
pressure in his throbbing dick.  This was probably the most sexually excited
he'd ever been in his life, and he came in less than a minute, shooting what
felt like quarts of cum into a wad of toilet paper.  Stepping into the tub,
he found the hot water was soothing on his bruises, and the lightly perfumed
smell of the foamy water was exhilarating.  Taking the razor he found among
Cindy's things, he started removing most of the hair from his body.  He had
to work carefully around his many cuts and scratches, but was finally able
to remove all his body hair except for a small triangle in the pubic area
and the hair on top of his head.  He'd never had a heavy beard, and some
depilatory lotion he'd found made short work of what little shadow the razor
had left behind on his face.

He stepped out of the tub and toweled himself dry.  He rubbed himself all
over with perfumed bath powder, and returned to the bedroom to select a
change of clothes.  This time he didn't worry about finding the least
feminine selections.  In fact, he leaned toward the opposite extreme,
selecting a lacy pair of black bikini panties and matching garter belt.  He
also picked out a lacy black bra and laid it on the bed, before opening the
bottom drawer where he'd found the breast forms, adhesive and wigs.  The
application instructions were still with the fake breasts, and he followed
them closely to get the boobs attached to him in as close to a natural
position as he could.  Checking himself in the mirror, he decided they were
nearly perfect.  If he didn't know better, he'd have thought he was looking
at a mostly-naked woman.  He struggled a little bit with the bra hooks in
the back, but managed to get everything done up.  Since he'd worn the nylons
he'd had on for only a few hours, he decided that they were clean enough to
wear again.  Pulling them up, he realized that they felt even better on his
legs now that his hair was gone.

He'd had an awkward encounter with the panties when he'd used the toilet
earlier, and figured out that if he ran the straps from the garter belt
under the panties and out through the leg holes before attaching them, he'd
be able to drop his panties to go to the bathroom without having to pull
down the nylons and garter belt.  Next came the selection of a dress.  He
chose a sleeveless silver-gray silk dress with a fairly high hemline and a
scoop neck that barely covered the bra.  A pair of silver pumps with a
fairly low heel completed the ensemble.  He'd gotten by just fine with the
one-inch heels on the other shoes, so he figured he'd be okay with the extra
half inch in the heel of the pumps.

Another check in the mirror showed that the illusion was nearly complete.
He pulled one of the wigs from the dresser drawer . . . shoulder length hair
of a light brown color that came close to matching his own.  He took it over
to the small vanity in the corner and sat down, pulling the wig down over
his own hair, and straightening it until it sat just right.  He really
didn't know that much about makeup, having experimented with his mother's
only a few times, but figured he could accomplish a little with just the
liquid foundation he found on the vanity, and a little bit of lipstick that
was also sitting there.  The effect was almost perfect.  Only a few things
remained.  He retrieved Cindy's jewelry box and selected a necklace, a
watch, a bracelet, a couple of rings and a pair of earrings that all seemed
to work well together.  The only problem was with the earrings.  All of
Cindy's earrings were for pierced ears . . . no clip-on styles.  He rummaged
through the three small drawers of the vanity and found what he was looking
for . . . a small sewing kit.  He took a needle from the kit, and grimacing
with pain, pushed it through his earlobes at what he thought was the right
spot.  He held tissues to the holes until the bleeding stopped, and then
slipped the wires of the earrings through the holes.  One final touch
remained.  He had seen a kit of press-on fingernails in one of the top
dresser drawers, and painstakingly glued them on top of his own nails.
Following the instructions on the package, he shaped them with an emery
board into a feminine taper, and then coated them with a pink nail polish.

He crossed the room, back to the full-length mirror to check himself out,
reveling in the feel of the light fabric of the dress gently brushing his
nylon-clad legs as he walked.  What stared back at him from the mirror was
an image of near-perfection.  If this creature were to walk down the street
in any city, nobody would ever guess that there was a man under that
clothing and makeup.  He glanced at his borrowed watch, and realized he
didn't have much time left before Rusty would return.  He hurried back out
into the great room, and started preparing what he hoped would be a fine
dinner.  When the meal was almost ready he set the table for two, including
two candles in the center of the table, turned out most of the lights and
found some old vinyl records with soft music to play on Rusty's ancient
stereo.  If Rusty's fantasy had been to have a woman share his home with him
over the winter, Paul would do his best to create the illusion of that
fantasy becoming a reality.

Suddenly realizing that he'd meant to put on some perfume as well, and had
forgotten, Paul darted back into the bedroom and found a bottle of perfume
with the same brand and scent as the bath powder he'd used earlier.  He came
out of the bedroom into the dimly lit great room smelling every bit as
beautiful as he looked.  And he DID look beautiful, if he said so himself.
Paul reentered the room through his door just as Rusty was entering through
the cabin's front door.  Paul stopped dead in his tracks and waited for
Rusty's reaction.  Rusty peered across the dimly lit room at what appeared
to be one of the most beautiful women he'd ever seen.

"Oh my God, I can't believe . . ." he started to exclaim.  His big smile
grew even broader, as he hung his parka on a hook at the door.  "You're
b-b-b-b-beautiful!  This is absolutely un-b-b-b-b-believable!" he stuttered,
as he took in the whole scene with wide eyes moving between Paul, the table,
the rest of the room and back to Paul.

"You like?" asked Paul, turning a slow pirouette, causing the skirt of his
dress to flare out and upwards slightly, showing just a bit more leg than
was visible when he was just standing by the bedroom door.

Rusty couldn't answer.  He was caught speechless, but enthusiastically
nodded his head in affirmation.  They sat down to eat, and Rusty stayed
silent throughout the meal, smiling as he alternately glanced at Paul and
stared down at his food, blushing periodically.  Wanting to give the big
redhead time to adjust, Paul didn't push the conversation issue.

When they'd finished eating, Paul got up and started clearing the dishes
from the table.  The record changer had dropped the third of the albums Paul
had previously selected onto the turntable . . . a Righteous Brothers album
. . . and Bill Medley was singing the opening words of "Unchained Melody".
Paul was at the sink, with his back to the room, when he felt Rusty's hand
on his shoulder.  He turned to face the big man, who looked noticeably
nervous.

"W-w-w-would you dance with me?" Rusty asked.

Smiling, Paul said "This will be my first time ever NOT leading, but I'll
give it a try." and put his hands up on Rusty's broad shoulders, close to
his neck.  Rusty wrapped his right arm half-way around Paul's body, with his
right hand coming to rest in the small of Paul's back, just above Paul's
waist.  His left arm wrapped halfway around Paul from the opposite
direction, with his left hand coming to rest on the back of Paul's neck.

Paul felt the breast forms flatten slightly, captured between his chest and
Rusty's stomach, as the big man drew Paul's body tight to his.  They swayed
gently to the music for about a minute before Paul realized that there was
something pressing against his belly that wasn't nearly as noticeable when
they first started dancing.  He brought his hands down to Rusty's chest, and
gently pushed the big man away a few inches.

"Rusty," Paul said, pointing at the expanding bulge behind the zipper of the
big man's pants, "No matter what I may look like, you need to remember that
behind this female facade, I'm a man, too."

"It won't be easy, but I'll do my best to control myself." Rusty said,
pulling Paul back to him.  And then, in a faint whisper in Paul's ear: "At
least, as long as you want me to."

The song ended, and they broke apart, both of them looking somewhat
flustered.  Paul busied himself cleaning up after the dinner meal, and Rusty
went about his nightly routine of filling the two wood stoves with fresh
wood, carrying out ashes, checking the battery levels for the solar fueled
electrical system, and checking the fuel level of the backup generators.  By
the time they'd both finished their chores, they were both exhausted, and
headed off to bed in their respective bedrooms.

Paul was in the bathroom, brushing his teeth and relieving himself, when he
heard a soft rhythmic thumping sound coming from the other side of the door
to Rusty's room.  Paul smiled a little devilishly when he realized that the
big man was relieving the pressures of the evening through masturbation.  It
was amazing how much power a change of clothes, a few adornments and a
feminine scent could wield over a man.

Paul finished up, and went back to his own bedroom to get undressed.  He
decided he didn't want to deal with removing the breast forms tonight, since
he really didn't know how stubborn that adhesive would be.  Besides, he'd
gotten used to the extra weight hanging off the front of his chest, and
rather enjoyed the sensation against his chest when the fake tits pressed
into something, as they did with Rusty's stomach.  So he left the breast
forms, bra and panties in place, and put the rest in the laundry basket in
the closet.  He found a silky nightgown that came to just above his knees in
one of the dresser drawers, and slipped it on over his head and arms.  When
he pulled the nightgown out, he noticed a box, a little less than a foot
long and about 2" by 2", which he hadn't noticed before, hiding under some
of the naughtier nighties.  He opened it to check the contents, and giggled
lightly to himself with some embarrassment, at the sight of an anatomically
near-perfect dildo, about 9 inches long and about an inch and a half thick,
with a battery compartment and a switch at the base, right above the
attached weighted sack that served as the toy's scrotum.  He flipped the
switch, and the artificial penis began vibrating.  He giggled nervously
again, turned the vibrator off and returned it to its box.

He slid into bed, taking pleasure in the feel of the silky negligee between
his skin and the sheets, and in the feel of the breast forms pressing
against his chest whenever he rolled too far onto his side towards his
belly.  He dreamed that night.  Dreams like he'd never had before.  He had
dreams where he was himself, engaging in gay sex with Rusty, and he had
dreams where he was no longer himself, but was a woman, being made love to
by Rusty.

He woke up around 1 AM with a raging hard-on, and realized he was still
wearing his wig and makeup.  Intending to remove them, he flipped on the
nightstand light, and caught his reflection in the mirror.  Instead of the
man he'd been for his whole adult life, he saw a woman he'd love to make
love to.  So, rather than taking off the makeup and wig, Paul opened the
dresser drawer containing the vaginal lubricating suppositories, and took
one out of the box.  He slipped his panties down and off his legs, and then
took up a kneeling position at the foot of the bed, with his knees about a
foot apart.  He lowered his ass toward the bed until his cheeks were spread
and his anus opened up slightly.  He unwrapped the suppository, and pressed
the bullet-shaped capsule, pointed end first, up inside him until his
muscles took over and pulled the foreign object out of range of his fingers.

He could feel his body heat immediately start to melt the lubricant, and he
didn't want any to start dripping out of him, so he quickly reached over to
the dresser, pulled the box with the dildo from its drawer, and dropped
backwards onto the bed, lying on his back with his legs spread, his knees
bent and pointing upwards, and the soles of his feet flat on the sheet.  He
took the phallus from its box, and placed its head against his rosebud and
started to gently push it into himself.  It was difficult, and somewhat
painful, at first.  But after a few minutes he was able to relax his muscles
enough to get the head in just past the sphincter ring.  Once that much was
inside him, his normal muscle contractions helped draw the rest in, with
minimal pressure from his hand, and almost no pain whatsoever.  And, my God,
the pleasure he felt!  It was a sensation like nothing he'd ever
experienced!  Lights were flashing in his head, and bells were ringing in
parts of his body that he'd had no idea could ever feel any sort of sexual
stimulation, as he slowly worked the dildo back and forth in his ass.  He
flipped the switch of the vibrator, and completely lost control.  There was
neither a need nor an ability to work the device in and out of himself with
his hand.  All he could do was lay and wait, as the sexual pressures built,
until his legs and ass-cheeks started quivering and cramping.  Suddenly, his
legs straightened of their own volition, and his cock spewed hot cum all
over his belly and the inside of his nightgown.

After turning off the sex toy and resting a few minutes, he took several
tissues from the box on the nightstand.  He used two to clean up the mess on
his belly, and used two more to wipe the plastic cock clean as he pulled it
from his ass.  Putting the dildo back in its box, and making a mental note
to clean it more thoroughly in the morning, Paul selected another nightgown
and changed out of the one he'd just messed up.  He wondered briefly if
getting fucked by another man would feel as good as that episode just felt.
He made a quick run to the bathroom, where he squirted out the excess
lubricant, wiped himself clean and pulled his panties back on.  He returned
to bed and switched out the light, dropping his head to the pillow with the
wig and makeup still in place.  He'd pretty much decided that they were
going to be a full-time part of his persona for the next few months, so he
might as well sleep with them.  He drifted off to sleep again, amid dreams
of Rusty and the bulge in his pants.

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The next two weeks saw a gradual change in Paul, from several respects.  He
had, almost instinctively, taken on all the household chores that would
normally be considered "women's work".  He took care of all the cooking,
cleaning, and laundry, leaving Rusty with a little bit of extra time for the
other chores, like his trap lines and chopping firewood.  Paul still had
plenty of free time on his hands.  Rusty had brought the rest of Cindy's
things in from the storage shed in for him . . . three large boxes.  He did
find two sweat suits, a couple pairs of jeans and some not-so-feminine
blouses in the mix, but he no longer had an interest in them.  He had grown
much too fond of the feel of the more feminine attire to go back to the
drabness of unisex clothing.  There were also a few swimsuits, which were
obviously not appropriate for this time of year, which went back into one of
the boxes, along with the unwanted unisex clothing, destined to return to
the shed.

Cindy also had had a fairly large collection of women's magazines, which
Paul started studying in his spare time.  With the help of the magazines, he
was able to improve his expertise in makeup application, learning the
secrets of using eye shadow, eye liner and mascara.  He also found some
hairstyles that he thought would work on his own hair when it grew a little
longer, so he could, possibly, maintain his feminine appearance without
needing a wig.  There were a few other items of some curiosity to him.  It
seemed that Cindy, at some point during her fight against cancer, had
probably had a hysterectomy, since there were several large pill bottles of
replacement female hormones as well as several more boxes of the same
vaginal suppositories he'd found in the dresser.  These he set aside, but
didn't earmark them for return to the storage shed.  His conscious mind saw
them mostly as a curiosity.  His subconscious mind undoubtedly saw a
potential for future use in them.

Two weeks into his stay at the cabin, he and Rusty had settled in on the
couch after their dinner, and were watching the single snowy channel on the
TV.  They noted, with interest, that the search for "missing millionaire
software genius Paul Taylor" was ongoing, with no leads to date.  His
"distraught wife, Patti" gave an urgent plea to the public to pass any
information anyone had on to the police.  Paul's feelings were a mixture of
nostalgia for the life he had known but currently couldn't live, rage for
his lying two-faced wife and amusement over the irony of the fact while that
he was very much safe and sound, Patti probably thought him dead.  After the
news, a movie came on, and Paul and Rusty settled in for a relaxing evening.

It wasn't a large couch, only slightly longer than a love seat, and because
of Rusty's size the two had little choice but to sit rather close together .
. . only a few inches apart.  At some point during the movie Paul dozed off,
and woke up a short time later leaning well to the left, with his head
resting on the right side of the big man's chest.  Rusty's right arm was
across the back of the couch behind Paul, the backs of his fingers resting
lightly against the silky material of the shoulder of Paul's dress.  Paul
awoke with a start, more than a little embarrassed by his positioning.

"Sorry about that" he said, straightening himself up, and adjusting the hem
of his dress, which had crept up to about mid-thigh, exposing the suspender
straps of his garter belt.

"That's quite alright" replied the big man.  "In fact, I actually was
enjoying it."

At that, Paul gave Rusty a little smile and returned to his former position,
with his head resting on Rusty's chest.  The earlier news story had
disturbed him somewhat, and tonight he felt a need to be held and comforted.
  In fact, the past few days Paul had begun to think of himself less and
less as a man, and more and more as a woman.  And the woman in him wanted
Rusty to hold him and never let go.  Rusty picked up on Paul's return to a
"cuddling" posture immediately, and dropped his right hand to cup Paul's
right shoulder and draw his housemate even closer.  With his left hand he
reached across and gently lifted Paul's chin until their eyes met.  Paul
needed no further encouragement.  Willing all the remaining maleness from
"her" mind, "she" reached up with her free right hand and pulled Rusty's
head toward "her" own, until their lips met.  The kiss started soft and
tentative, but when Paul parted her lips, inviting Rusty's tongue to explore
her mouth, at became hard and passionate.  Suddenly, Rusty drew back.

"Paul, I think . . ." Rusty started to object.  But Paul just removed her
hand from behind Rusty's head and pressed her index finger against Rusty's
lips to stop his statement in mid-sentence.

"Shhhh!  Don't think.  Just enjoy.  And, from now on, maybe you should start
calling me "Paula" instead of "Paul".

She took her finger from his lips and dropped her hand.  As he pulled her
closer and their lips met again, she moved her hand to cover the growing
bulge in the front of his pants, and starting massaging it to an even
greater size.  As she alternatively massaged and worked at his belt and
zipper to free the stiffening organ, he moved his left hand to her
nylon-encased knee, and upwards under the hem of her dress.  She spread her
legs slightly to give him easier access.  Their kiss continued as she
grasped has cock and started to slowly stroke it, while he caressed the soft
skin of her upper thighs, in that especially sensitive area between the tops
of her stockings and the lace trim of her panties.

Although she'd seen it several times in her dreams, Paula still hadn't
gotten even a glimpse of Rusty's cock in this, the real world.  She wanted
to see it, taste it and experience it, so she pulled back from his kiss and
broke his embrace.  She slid to her knees on the floor between his feet.
Suddenly, there it loomed in front of her face . . . easily eight inches,
maybe as much as nine or ten inches in length, and at least an inch and a
half thick.  She looked up to his face, batting her eyelashes a little and
trying to look just a bit naïve and coquettish, and said "I've never done
this before, so I don't know how good it will be, but I'll give it my best
try."  With that she leaned forward and touched the tip of her tongue to the
end of his cock, and started licking the little beads of pre-cum that had
formed at the tip of the organ, and then licked all over the head of Rusty's
cock.  She'd only imagined the taste before.  Now she finally got to savor
the slightly salty taste of cock.  She kissed the head, and then opened her
lips, allowing Rusty's swollen member entrance into her mouth.  She slowly
started a rhythmic bobbing of her head, allowing him deeper entry into her
mouth with each downward motion of her head, working her tongue up and down
the shaft, until she felt the head reach her throat, almost causing her to
gag.

Rusty picked up on her rhythm and began matching it with his hips, his cock
swelling longer and thicker.  Finally he let out a moan.  His cock twitched
twice and let loose a load of hot cum into Paula's mouth and down her
throat.  She swallowed what she could, with only a small amount escaping
from the corners of her mouth, which she promptly recaptured by driving her
face all the way down his shaft, burying her face in Rusty's red pubic hair.

She continued to suck him dry as he began softening in her mouth.  Finally
she released him, and looked up at him sheepishly.  "I'm sorry.  I shouldn't
have done that" she apologized.  "It's OK" he replied.  "I'm every bit as
much to blame as you are for getting carried away.  And I can't say that I
didn't enjoy it."

"Quite honestly, I can't either" she replied.  "I don't know what came over
me.  I've never done anything like that before, but somehow I don't think
it'll be the last time.  I know I've never enjoyed any other sexual act as
much."  Then she carefully tucked his now-soft cock back into his pants,
zipped him back up, and went back to her regular spot on the couch, resting
her head against the side of his chest.

The rest of the evening passed without event until it was bedtime.  As they
headed for their bedrooms Paula stopped Rusty and pulled him to her.
Standing on tiptoe, she pulled his head down to her level

"We need to talk about this" she said, "but not until tomorrow."  With that
she kissed him on the lips, gave his hand a squeeze, and slipped off into
her room, closing the door behind her.  She felt strange . . . glowing,
almost as if she'd been sunbathing on the beach.  Yet, there was something
lacking.  She had a feeling of not quite being fulfilled.  She stripped
herself naked, put on a negligee, and got one of the lubricating
suppositories from the dresser drawer and the dildo from the closet.  She
put one foot up on the bed, unwrapped the suppository, and slid it up inside
her.  She slid in between the cool sheets, pulled her negligee up out of the
way, and with her eyes closed so that she could imagine it was Rusty's cock,
she pressed the dildo into her ass.  Even without moving it around or
turning it on, she felt a warm feeling of completeness overtake her.  She
dropped off to sleep, impaled on the dildo, imagining it was her lover
inside her.

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Paula was up long before Rusty the next morning.  By the time he came
staggering out of his room she'd already made coffee, showered, dressed
(just a little bit provocatively for the morning) and had breakfast just
about ready.

"My God!  What time is it?  I NEVER sleep this late!" he exclaimed, as he
stumbled toward the table.  The aroma of pancakes and sausage filled the
cabin, and was undoubtedly what had awoken him.

"It's 20 of 9" Paula answered, with a cheerful smile.  "I figured you were
really tired, so I let you sleep in."

"Wow!  I guess I was.  Now I'm really hungry, and that smells delicious!  By
the way, you LOOK pretty delicious yourself".

Paula blushed.  She hoped she hadn't gone overboard with her choice of an
outfit this morning.  She'd picked out a sheer pink silk blouse that showed
the black bra she was wearing, and a very tight, rather short, black satin
skirt.  "Thanks.  I try.  Rusty, we really do need to talk about last
night."

"Yeah.  I'm really sorry about that.  I didn't mean to get carried away and
take advantage of you, but it's been so long since I'd been with a woman,
and you looked and smelled just like a woman should, and I just sort of . .
."

"Whoa there, mister!  You didn't take advantage of me!" Paula exclaimed.
"If anything, I took advantage of YOU.  No apologies!  But I do want you to
answer a question for me, and I want you to be totally honest."

"Ask away.  Honesty is my middle name."

"Did you enjoy last night?"

Rusty blushed.  "Yeah, I've got to admit that I did."

Paula stepped in closer to him . . . close enough to be sure that the scent
of her perfume would reach him . . . and took both of his hands in hers.  "I
did too.  Very much so.  But . . . "

"But?"

"But, when we were all finished, I sort of felt like we really weren't
finished.  There was something missing.  At least for me."

"You don't mean that you wanted me to suck your . . . NO!  I don't think I
could do that!  Nothing personal, but I just don't think I could go that
route."

"No, no, no!"  Paula moved in just a little closer to Rusty, and held his
hands even tighter.  "That's not where I was trying to go with this at all!
That's not what I was hoping for!"

"What then?"

"What I want . . . no, what I NEED . . . is for you to fully treat me like a
real woman.  It's not enough for me to just be able to suck your cock.  I
need to have that cock buried deep inside me.  I need for you to take me to
your bed, or for you to come to my bed, and make love to me like I was your
wife or girlfriend.  I don't want to just keep on dreaming of you.  I need
for those dreams to be reality.  I need to fall asleep at night with the
feeling of fullness that only being well-fucked can bring, and with your
arms around me.  I need to wake up in the morning with you lying beside me,
with your arms still around me."

Rusty stepped back, a look of amazement and confusion on his face.  "Geez, I
don't know.  I mean, when you're walking around dressed as a woman, smelling
like a woman and looking for all the world like a woman, my mind has no
problem imagining you're a woman.  And last night, while you were . . . you
know . . . I had no problem closing my eyes and imagining that it was a
woman down there between my legs taking care of my needs.  But, in bed
together, with our clothes off . . . I think that would be a different
story.  I mean, there'd always be that one thing coming between us.
Literally."

"Look Rusty.  Just give it some thought today.  I understand where you're
coming from, but I can leave the breast forms on, and wear a sexy negligee
when we're making love.  That might help you maintain the illusion.  But try
to look at it from my point of view, too.  I first dressed in Cindy's
clothes out of necessity, but added the other touches, like the breast forms
and makeup, because it seemed to please you.  I have no problem with any of
that.  And I started taking care of the cooking and housework because I
wanted to do my share of the chores around here to earn my keep, and not
only are you better suited, physically and from an experience standpoint,
than I am for things like chopping wood and tending your trap line, but it's
pretty obvious that my clothes aren't well suited for that type of work.
Besides, I think I'm a much better cook and 100 times better at
housecleaning than you are."

With that, Rusty broke out into his first smile of the morning.  "Boy, isn't
THAT the truth?" he laughed.

"But," Paula continued, "in a way, I'm sort of like an actor who spends
weeks living the role he's going to be playing, but then the play gets
canceled on opening night.  I fell into the role of your fantasy woman that
you get snowed in with for the winter.  I dressed the part, and started
living the part.  Last night was the `dress rehearsal'.  Now I'm just
looking to start playing the part for real."

"OK.  I'll think about it while I'm out today, but no promises.  I'm about
as heterosexual as they come, so this is a big hurdle for me to get over."

"That seems fair enough to me.  Just give it some serious thought."  And
with that she stepped up to him, stood on tiptoes, pulled his head down
towards hers and gave him a little kiss on the cheek.  "Out the door with
you, then." she said, helping him into his heavy coat.  "There's a trap line
out there somewhere that needs tending."

She spent most of the rest of the day getting the cabin spotless and doing
the preliminary work for what she hoped would be the best dinner Rusty had
ever had.  After all, they say that the way to a man's heart is through his
stomach.  When all that was out of the way, and still with several hours to
spare before Rusty would be home, she pulled out Cindy's old women's
magazines, and practiced some of the makeup techniques in them.  She wanted
to make this evening as close to perfect as possible.

*********************************

Her timing with the dinner was perfect.  Everything was just finishing up
when she heard the sound of Rusty's snowmobile approaching.  By the time
he'd parked it in the barn and had walked up to the house she'd gotten
everything served up, lit the two candles she'd set on the table and turned
out the other lights in the cabin.  Rusty walked in to see her looking her
absolute best, sitting at the table wearing a gorgeous blue satin cocktail
dress.

"Wow!  You really went all-out tonight, didn't you?" he exclaimed.

Paula laughed.  "You can't blame me for trying to add a little more to the
illusion.  After all, it's all smoke and mirrors anyway, so why not make
more smoke and use more mirrors?  C'mon.  Sit and eat.  You've GOT to be
hungry!"

They exchanged idle chit-chat over the meal, discussing the storm clouds
Rusty saw on the horizon late in the day, and how the canyon was showing no
signs of opening up again anytime soon.  It brought on the first thought
Paula had had in over a week about her eventual ability to get back to
civilization and regain her life as Paul, but it was only a fleeting
thought.  At this point she wasn't even sure that she really wanted that
life back again anyway.  True, she longed to get her hands back on a
keyboard to start producing magical code again.  She just wasn't sure
whether she really wanted to do it as Paul or as Paula.  She had really
grown to enjoy this new existence.  One of the wild cards in the deck was
Rusty's decision, the topic she really wanted to discuss, but didn't want to
press him too hard in that direction.

The meal finished, she started clearing the table and washing the dishes
while Rusty refilled the wood stoves.  Then they settled in on the couch to
watch the snowy TV, Rusty's arm around her shoulder and she leaning
contentedly into his chest.  She hoped he'd bring up the subject of that
morning's discussion, but he sat watching in silence.  At one point she'd
thought she'd won, when he absentmindedly dropped his hand to her leg and
started gently stroking the inside of her thigh just under the hem of her
dress.  But as soon as he realized what he was doing he withdrew his hand.
Finally, with the late news over, he stood up and announced his need to get
to bed, citing a long day tomorrow.  Paula did her best to conceal her
disappointment as they headed for their respective rooms.

Sadly, she returned the satin dress to its place in the closet and slipped a
pink silk negligee on.  Sitting on the edge of the bed, she was just about
to unhook her stockings from her garter belt when she heard the tapping at
the door that led to the shared bathroom.

"Rusty?  Are you OK?"

"I'm fine, but can you join me in my bedroom?"

Paula's heart leapt a mile!  Could this be it?  Could that invitation be the
answer she was desperately waiting for?  Rusty had never before invited her
into his room for anything.  In fact, she had never been in there at the
same time as Rusty . . . only alone, to clean it.

"Sure, Rusty!  Just give me a couple of minutes." she replied.  Leaving her
stockings and garter belt on . . . she knew most men considered them very
sexy . . . she slipped her shoes back on and opened the dresser drawer that
contained her supply of lubricating suppositories.  Operating on the
assumption that what she'd spent the day hoping for was, indeed, about to
happen, she took two of the suppositories from the box.  She knew from the
previous night that Rusty was larger than her trusty dildo, and figured that
she just might need some extra lubrication.  She was about to close the
drawer when she noticed Cindy's hormone pills that she'd shoved into the
back of the drawer a few days before.  She pulled them out and read the
labels.  Three of the big blue pills, twice a day, and two of the smaller
white tablets, three times a day.  Of course, Paula had no idea what effect
these medications might have on her, or how long they would take to have an
effect at all, but she was feeling adventurous . . . even reckless.  "What
the hell," she thought, "my life's turned into one big experiment anyway, so
why not experiment a little more?"

She shook out three blues and two whites and headed with her cache of pills
and suppositories for the bathroom.  She washed the pills down with a glass
of water, unwrapped the bullet-shaped lubricants, pulled down her panties a
bit and pushed the bullets up into herself, pressing the first one as deep
as she could get it and the second one about half as deep.  Her heart
pounding, she readjusted her panties, washed her hands and opened the door
to Rusty's room.

***********************

The lights were out, and the two candles she'd set up on the kitchen table
for their recent candlelight dinner were on the nightstands on either side
of Rusty's big bed.  Rusty was sitting up in bed, apparently naked, with the
covers pulled up over his lap to his waist.  "We can try this one time," he
said "but if I don't like it, that'll be the end of it.  Okay?"

Paula smiled.  "Sure!  Sort of like driving a car around the block before
you buy it.  You have to make sure you enjoy the ride before you make a
commitment."  With that she walked over to the empty side of the bed,
slipped off her heels and slid between the sheets next to Rusty's warm body.

She started soft and slow, first kissing him on the lips, then nuzzling his
neck.  Slowly, almost cautiously, she worked her mouth and tongue lower and
lower down his body, until she was in a kneeling position between his legs
with her mouth now within reach of his rapidly stiffening cock.  She worked
her tongue around the head of the organ, and then up and down the shaft,
before allowing her lips to engulf it and suck it in towards her throat.
She wanted to give him a little reminder of her ministrations of the
previous night, but a simple blow job wasn't her objective tonight.  Just
enough to get him good and hard, and mentally prepared for what was about to
happen.

She always wore the straps of her garters under her panties and out through
the leg holes to make dropping them to go to the bathroom less of a chore.
>From her current position it was easy to slide her panties down to her
knees.  She only needed to maneuver a little bit to get them past her knees,
and then slide them off completely, leaving her naked below the waist except
for the garter belt and stockings.  As she pulled the panties the rest of
the way off to drop them off the side of the bed, she felt a small damp spot
in the rear portion of the crotch area.  The lubricating suppositories had
already started to melt, and a few drops had already leaked out of her ass.

She started slowly working her way back up his torso with her tongue, until
her mouth was level with his, and her rosebud was close to the head of
Rusty's cock.  Her lips met his, and she invited his tongue to explore her
open mouth while she reached back, lifted his cock slightly, and positioned
its tip right at her opening.  The kiss was becoming passionate, making it
difficult for her to break it off, but she managed to do so and rocked back
slightly, causing the tip of his cock to put pressure on her opening.

She alternately flexed and relaxed her muscles in that area, drawing the
head slightly deeper into her with each relaxation, until all but the widest
part of the head was past the tight little ring of muscle that guarded her
hole.  When that part finally popped past the opening there was a searing
pain, but it lasted only a few seconds, and then was replaced with a
glorious feeling of fullness as the bulk of his shaft slid smoothly through
the opening, plunging him deep inside her.

She began rocking forward and back, driving him deeper and deeper into her
with every backwards rock.  Rusty picked up the rhythm she was setting, and
began thrusting upward into her to match each of her downward strokes.  Just
when she thought she couldn't get him any deeper into her, he wrapped his
arms around her, pulled her body down to meet his, and rolled so that she
was on her back with her nylon stocking-clad legs at his waist and he lying
right on top of her.

She wrapped her legs completely around his waist, hooking her ankles
together behind his back, as he drove deeper into her, pounding away at her
ass.  He was pounding deeper than she'd been able to get him when she was on
top, and far deeper than she'd ever gotten the dildo to penetrate.  His
pounding developed a rhythm that increased in tempo as he pressed deeper and
deeper into her.  Minutes later she felt her own body stiffen in spasms that
reverberated ecstatically through her body.  Only a few seconds after that
first wave of spasms she felt Rusty's cock twitch a few times, grow even
larger, and finally release large gobs of his cum into her ass.  With that
pouring of his seed into her, a second wave of spasms, even stronger than
the first wave, coursed through her body, giving her more pleasure than
she'd ever felt at one time before.

Finally, breathing heavily, Rusty collapsed on top of her, flattening her
breast forms between her chest and her negligee and doing the same to her
tiny (by comparison with Rusty's) cock.  It was then that she noticed that
she too had relieved some pressures within her, because there was a small
gooey wet spot on her belly, under her negligee, just below her garter belt.

They lay together in that position for a few minutes until their heart rates
slowed down to closer than normal.  Finally, Rusty took the weight of his
body off hers, and slowly started pulling himself out of her hole.  After
lying together, regaining their strength, for a few minutes, Paula slipped
out of bed and headed for the bathroom to clean up.  The front of the
negligee was soaked with her own cum, so after wiping her belly and ass
clean, she tossed the soiled nightgown into the dirty laundry in her own
room and pulled another, equally silky and sexy, one from the closet and
slid it down over her head.  When she returned to Randy's bed she brought
along a warm damp washcloth, and gently cleaned his cock for him.  After
taking the washcloth back to the bathroom and dropping it into the sink, she
rejoined Rusty in bed and asked "Well, how was the test drive?"

"Wow!" was all Rusty could reply, as he pulled her down to him.  She
snuggled into his chest, while he wrapped his big arms around her and held
her close.  And that's how they fell asleep, in each other's arms.

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