Date: Wed, 2 Jan 2008 16:52:35 -0800 (PST)
From: Wendi St. Clair <wendist.clair@yahoo.com>
Subject: Naughty in Napoli Chapter 1 (TG - Control)
Naughty in Napoli
Nifty transgender/control
Chapter 1
A story by Wendi Marie St.Clair
If you are offended by consensual (okay, semi-consentual sometimes) sexual
gender-bending adventures, go somewhere else. If you are under eighteen,
patience, patience. You will be old enough all too soon.
He knew he was different as he was growing up. He didn't do the
athletics; he just couldn't understand why people got so excited over the
movement of a ball across a goal or into a basket, etc. He went into the
band and was considered a letch, because he always watched the dance team
and majorettes. They would have been really surprised to find that the
looks weren't lust at all, but envy.
He had wished his whole life that he was a girl. He watched their
grace and beauty, and wanted to look like them. He snuck into his mothers
things and got away with it for along time, but he suffered the
consequences when he was found out. His dad told him that all fags
deserved death. He tried to suppress the wrong feelings as defined by the
deep-south society he came from. He even joined the Navy. The same old
feelings came back soon after "A" School. He was a yeoman; kind of like a
Navy secretary. He resisted for a while, but he started dressing in
women's clothes again when he was sent to his duty station. He found the
anonymity of a city containing three million people to lent itself to him
buying clothes for himself with no one raising an eyebrow. He was able to
find an apartment on a side street in the city off of Corso Garibaldi, a
bustling business part of the city. It was a small studio, but the privacy
was worth it. He could have lived in the barracks, but he was able to use
his knowledge of administration to get what he needed to live off base ^Ö
on the ecomomy, they called it. He had a nice collection of clothes now.
He had blouses, dresses, jeans, shorts, shoes of all types and plenty of
pretty lingerie and hosiery. He also had plenty of at-home loungewear and
sleepwear. He had his apartment done up en femme. One could tell he was a
man only when wearing men's clothes.
He was pretty sure all the people at work thought he was queer. He
always had perfect hair and used Bath and Body Works products. In this
"don't ask, don't tell" Navy, it wasn't a problem. He wasn't really sure
he was actually gay. He loved looking at women. He wasn't turned on by
men when he looked at them, but he had to admit that the allure of women
was one of envy still. He wanted to be like them. He had looked at porn
magazines. He loved them, as well as the movies. He noted that he always
wished he was the female in the scenes. It was this that turned him on
rather than wanting the woman sexually.
He had experimented with men at the local porn movie theaters. He
would be dressed in men's clothes on the outside, but have a bra and
panties or teddy on underneath. Being young, slim and pretty, with
chestnut brown hair and green eyes to go with a slightly olive complexion,
it would be no time before he was silently propositioned, and he would
either accept the overture, or decline. He had only done this a few times,
and he was about to do it again. He was ready to try anal. He had only
done blow jobs up until now, but he'd been feeling very naughty. He had
tried a vibrator recently from a back-alley sex shop and had the most
amazing orgasm ever. He wanted to see what the real thing was like. He
decided to go through with it with no small trepidation. He was afraid it
would hurt, plus, he wasn't sure he liked men. The experiences he had were
not as fulfilling as he had hoped, but he hadn't found anyone who really
did it for him, the times were not unpleasant, however. He learned a
little more every time, and he had kept coming back so far. Today, he put
on a black control body briefer that always kept everything where it was
supposed to be. It was a B-cup, and almost fit his chest. Before he put
that on, he donned a pair of fish net hose. He snapped the crotch of the
briefer and slid it up outside the hose. He just liked wearing the
fishnets like that. It was sexier. Over that was a skin tight pair of
black leather pants that were pretty gender-neutral. It accented his ass,
kept round and firm by running and smooth by waxing. He had just a patch
in a little strip above his small genitals. He put on a loose blue silk
shirt on that would give the occasional peek of black brassiere if you were
watching. He was not going out en-femme; he just wanted to be read in the
theater as a bottom, girly-boy type. He put on a pair of sneakers that were
actually girl's Addidas, but they were ambiguous enough to be either in
plain white. What wasn't ambiguous was the peeks of fishnet that could be
seen if he were being checked out by a likely gentleman. Those things,
along with his nineteen-year-old, five-foot-eight, one hundred forty-pound
frame, he was sure to be read as a wimpy sissy-boy.
He was as ready for this as he would ever be, so he struck out down
the street to the corner of Piazza Garibaldi, where the seedy porn theater
stood. It had billboards outside that displayed what was now showing. He
knew enough Italian to read and speak well, but the film on had an English
title. It was Sandy Insatiable, and promised a lot of anal and gang bang
scenes. He loved to watch those scenes and fantasize about being he focal
point like the woman in the scene was. He bought a ticket from a bored
looking older lady and strode in, he went down a stair well, sitting near
the back under the balcony in the lower part of the tree-level theater.
The movie was quite good, showing a compact, well-proportioned Italian
blonde named Sandy, of course, who immediately got put on all fours in a
courtyard and set upon by three men ^Ö one in her mouth, one in her ass,
and one waiting in the wings.
His viewing pleasure was to be short lived, as a tall, curly-haired
man sat next to him. He was Italian, but was somewhat out-of ^Öplace. He
had some Nordic blood, maybe. He looked more Roman than Neapolitan. He
was the first man to come to him that he was sort of attracted to. He was
ruggedly handsome. He felt butterflies as he looked into his confident,
brown eyes. He looked much more manly than the green-eyed boy who sat
beside him. The man quietly eased his hand across the arm rest and took
the boy's hand in his. He guided the boy's hand to his crotch. A very
large bulge was forming as they both watched Sandy get the stuffing fucked
out of her ass on screen. The boy took his hand back, placing it back in
his lap. The man took it back, with a little force this time and placed it
securely back on his jeans-encased dick. The boy looked at the stranger,
who returned his gaze with a thin, confident smile. Maybe he had dressed
too faggy. He was getting treated like a submissive with no will of his
own. He found that it really stirred up the butterflies and he breathed
just a little deeper ^Ö a detail that did not escape the man's notice. The
boy took his hand back again after giving him a playful squeeze. In a
moment, the man reached for the hand again. The boy resisted a little ^Ö
playfully- but relented as the man guided his hand back. The boy startled
as he touched bare flesh where there was jeans before. It was the biggest
cock he'd ever felt. He wasn't hard yet, but the boy thought it was
probably a good ten inches when it was. Maybe he would forego anal today.
The man's other hand reached the back of the boy's neck and insinuated him
down. He did not want to do it right here in the theater. It wasn't
crowded, but there were enough potential spectators to make him very
uncomfortable. The man had other ideas. He was going to have the young
one there, so he pushed him harder, giving the boy a look that wasn't
harsh, but compelled obedience. The boy felt himself coming out of his
seat to put the knees of his expensive leather pants on the seedy theater
floor. He didn't know why, but he couldn't resist the man. He knew he
wanted to see if he could tame that huge beast of a cock. It looked
absolutely yummy.
The man surprised the boy by stopping him as he opened his mouth to
take him in. He picked up the boy's chin, and the boy saw that he had a
tube of lip gloss in his hand. The boy took it and applied some to his
lips. After he smacked them together, he smiled up at the man, who smiled
back and motioned the pretty young American to put the lip gloss in his
pocket. The man's hand then gently went to the back of the boy's head,
guiding him down.
The boy opened for the man and extended his tongue ever so slightly
as the growing cock approached. He had a slight musk smell that screamed
MAN, but did not reek of bad hygiene. He actually did not encounter any
pubic hairs as he slid his lips down the shaft that was now rapidly coming
to attention. He was long and had plenty of girth. He slid his lips
slowly up and down the now firm, uncut shaft, being sure to stimulate the
glans with his tongue as it came by. He took more and more of the cock in,
until the bulbous head hit the back of his throat at about six
inches. There was plenty of cock left, but it was just too wide to get it
down. He would make up for it with some good pumping action. He began his
mouthwork, swirling the tongue around the head and shaft as he traveled up
and down. He stroked the remainder of the cock with his hand in time with
the blowjob. He was making slurpy, smacky sounds as he pleasured the man.
The other patrons close by had to know what was going on. He rolled his
eyes around what parts of the theater he could see, all the while giving
the man a good sucking. He could not see that anyone was paying them any
attention. The movie, he was sure, was riveting.
The man made no noise at all, for his part, he just guided the boy's
head up and down and stroked his hair. The boy looked up at him, afraid
that he was not doing well. He saw that the man's eyes were closed, his
face a picture of rapture. He was pleasuring the man just fine. He
continued to watch the man as he licked and sucked. He pulled the large
cock out of his mouth and bathed the rest of the pole with hot saliva,
kissing the sides and base with liberal kisses as he continued stroking the
cock. He wanted to get to his balls, but the fly of the pants kept him
from it. He noticed that the man's eyes opened and he met the boy's eyes
with a stern look. He felt the man grab his jaw with one hand and put his
other hand firmly at the base of his skull, so he could control what the
boy did completely. The man set his own pace for the boy, taking the
pleasure he had been passively receiving at first. The boy's heart was
gripped with terror. He wondered if he had found some lunatic fag-hater
who was going to hurt him. The man was much bigger than he was, and he
knew he was at his mercy, if it came to it. The man slowed down the pace,
pushing at the back of his throat with his huge phallus. The boy gasped
for air around the fleshy invader and tried not to panic as the man impaled
the boy's mouth on his cock time and again. He would push the boy down and
down, then hold him there. After a few seconds, he would let the boy back
up again for air. The boy would have to gasp quickly around the muscle,
then it was time to go down again. Slowly, the man was able to impale more
and more of his rod into the gagging little fag before him. Tears streamed
form the boy's eyes as he looked up at his tormentor in terror. The man
reveled in the domination he was having over the little man who should be a
woman. He would treat him like a woman. After a few minutes, the boy had
a tear-stained, red face covered in slick spittle, and his lips near the
bottom of the shaft. The man was satisfied and let him have his own will
back and the boy leaned back and coughed once. He heard, "Prendi, putana"
from somewhere down the dark row. It meant `take it, slut' and he knew it
was directed at him. He did just that. He had become very turned on being
dominated. He had lost the fear, or perhaps now that it was upon him, he
let it ride him and he engulfed the hard, thick cock again. He pumped his
mouth up and down on it a few times, then felt the hand at the back of his
head again. He knew what the man wanted, so he stretched his tonsils over
the large cock again. He man held him down, maybe two inches from the
base. It was all he could take. Then he let him up to perform his sucking
duties again. He knew he was giving great head. No one had lasted this
long before. Why was this one different? He didn't really care. He loved
this treatment. He felt the man's strokes become more labored. The cock
was actually swelling he knew the man's orgasm was coming and he was
thankful. He really wanted him to get off, because he didn't want the man
to get to thinking about doing him in the butt. He was truly afraid of
this thing thrusting inside his derriere.
It was like the man had read his mind. He suddenly took himself out
of the boy's mouth with a slurp and stood up, taking the boy by the hand.
The butterflies went on overtime in the boy's belly. Did he really want to
do this? Could he handle it? He knew that the pain of losing his cherry
to this man would be epic, but he was also very turned on and attracted to
the Roman-looking hunk. In the end, he had no resistance to the man and
stood up. He looked at the floor as they maneuvered around the other
patrons. He did not want to meet their eyes. They knew what was about to
happen to him.
He led the boy out of the back of the theater and into the bathrooms
on the lower floor. They were as Spartan as they were spacious each stall
had a door that led into a tile room. It was large, with a bench like a
locker room and a urinal. It also had a European style toilet, with foot
pads that one used to do your business on your haunches. There was also a
bidet. There was no door so that anyone walking by could see what was
going on.
The man motioned for the boy to strip. The boy let his randiness and
his playful side compete with his nervousness and slowly unbuttoned the
shirt and turned around, slowly dropping the shirt behind his back in a
little striptease. He was worried what the man would think of the black
lingerie he was wearing. The man just looked on lustfully as the straps
and bodice came into view. He dropped the shirt and bent at the waist to
untie the shoes, shaking his ass. Once the shoes were off, he faced the
man again, undoing the pants and giving him teases, for a minute, then
peeling them off to reveal the silky, sleek , fishnet clad legs. While he
was stripping, the man unceremoniously took off his shirt and pants, and
stood there with bikini briefs and a big, gorgeous smile. A good five or
six inches of hard cock was sticking out of the briefs. The boy shuddered
again as he worried about that thing possibly going up his virgin orifice.
He had to believe this was just a continuation of the blowjob. He folded
his pants and padded over to his man. He went down to his knees and pulled
the bikini briefs off the gorgeous hunk. The log of a cock hit him in the
face and he realized he was wrong on the length. It had to be eleven
inches of thick man meat.
He took him in his mouth again and renewed his blow job efforts. The
man was more vocal now and moaned, encouraging him in bedroom Italian. The
boy let the man slowly fuck his mouth, dropping his hands and letting the
man take control. He loved having him inside his mouth. He tasted of
washed skin, smooth and hard. He would taste a little precum every now and
again. The man wanted it to last, so he pumped in and out slowly. Giving
him most of his full length and coming back out until just the head was
behind the boy's glossy lips. That went on for a few minutes, then the man
took his cock out and showed its spit-shined glory to his little bitch. He
slapped the boy's face a few times with the length of the heavy appendage.
The boy noticed a fire glow in the man's eyes just before he was grabbed
just as before, the man gaining very firm control over the action. He
thrust himself in powerfully, causing the boy to gag. He held him down for
almost half a minute, causing the boy to gag and retch. He tried to tell
the man to let him go, but all he was able to say was "mmmmmph."
After an instant to take a breath, the man began to fuck the boys
face like it was the pornstar's pussy upstairs. He would shove it in again
and again. The boy was panicking, and suddenly, he felt himself actually
puke a little. The man pulled out to let the small amount drop onto the
floor. There were tendrils of spit extending from the boy's mouth to the
dominant cock pointed at his face. It began again. The man pumped the
boy's throat mercilessly until he threw up some more. The man began again,
brutally face fucking his victim. The boy could do nothing but stay on his
knees and pray for him to finally cum. The man slowed, then held him all
the way down again for most of a minute, until the boy wretched again.
At that point, everything changed. The man roughly pulled him up and
placed him against the wall, with his hands on the wall. He made a nice
display, with his feet a little more than shoulder width apart, leaning on
the wall, with his pretty teddy-clad ass poking toward his man. He knew
what was about to happen, but had no will to stop it. His nervous heart
pounded as his doe eyes looked at the man. The man unsnapped the crotch of
the briefer and eased down the fishnets until they were cupping the bottom
of his cheeks, framing the cute, white butt nicely. The man produced a
tube of lube and squirted a generous amount on the boy's little pucker. He
worked his finger into the boy's ass slowly, then added another finger.
The boy was breathing hard against the wall. He did not want to moan; he
was afraid it would encourage the man. He stood stock still, like the
small forest animal who just wanted the big predator to go away, but was
feeling the exhilaration of the invasion. No one had ever done anything
like this to him before. He was so attracted to this man who simply took
what he wanted. He looked back over his shoulder at the man and also saw
that there were two or three guys standing outside the stall. They
apparently decided the show here was better than the one in the theater.
The man added a third finger, causing some submissive, girlish grunts to
come out of the boy. He twisted and ground them around for a while, then
he stood up. Oh my god. It was time. The boy flushed with a nervous film
of sweat as the man lined up and put a hand on his waist just above his
hip. The glistening weapon of a cock was still well lubricated by the
boy's passive mouth. He felt the head, seemingly even larger than before,
press the opening.
The man pressed forward slowly. He didn't withdraw any; he just
slowly increased pressure until the boy's hole finally yielded. The boy's
whimpers increased until the moment the cock breached him, then he
screamed. It sounded like a girl's horror movie scream even to him, but he
had good reason. The man did not yield. He continued the slow insertion
until he was over half way in, then he withdrew just a little, and the
pressure was back, thrusting slowly. After about four such thrusts, and
many girly screams from the man's latest victim, the boy's ass had done
what his throat could not. It had taken him all the way in. The boy took
a hand off the wall to push his invader back some, and the man put his hand
back forcefully, then swatted the young American's ass hard, eliciting
another squeal. The man was rock still, letting the anal muscles stretch
to accommodate the powerful intruder. He felt the spasms and hugs the
rectum was giving his manhood. The man reached around and began to diddle
the boy's penis like it was a clit. The boy was whimpering as he felt the
painful hugs his sphincters were giving the man. He had never bargained
for this intense pain. It felt like all of hell was burning inside his
stretched orifice, yet he also knew that somehow, this was right. He
gritted his teeth and whimpered. He even begged for some relief from the
rock solid imposition in his butt. Any movement would be better.
The man's diddling finger was beginning to do its work. The little
penis stirred, and there was a little glimmer of pleasure through the pain.
It continued to grow, until the boy found himself twitching his hips and
then rolling them around the man's impaled cock. He realized the man was
teaching him how to fuck that giant dick with his ass. It was like his ass
was now giving the blowjob. His doe eyes began to tear up again as the man
tore away his virginity. If his virginity was to be taken, this was a hell
of a way to lose it. The pain was dulling rapidly as the pleasure began to
take over his girly body like a warm wave. He started bucking his hips
more, actually pressing back at the man.
The man saw that the boy had crossed over. He only had to realize it
for himself now. He began some short pumping stroked in the new ass. It
was heaven breaking in a pretty one like this. He felt exquisite tightness
as the ass learned everything there was to know about his manhood. He
lengthened his strokes gradually until he was fucking his ass with gusto,
pulling out until the cap caught on his outer sphincter, then driving back
in all the way. His front was slapping the girly boy's soft-but-firm butt.
He saw a nice red outline of the handprint he left on the girly ass as he
banged into it. Oh, this one was a keeper. He said as much in Italian,
calling the young one a whore and a slut, talking to her in degrading,
gutter Italian. That was how he was thinking of his young, diminutive
victim, with her supple, round ass, and sleek legs and willowy upper body.
He had thought that from the moment he saw her walking down the stairs into
the lower part of the theater. He was sure of it by the time she was being
a little flirtatious with him as he propositioned her, and was more certain
when she revealed the black teddy beneath the outer clothes. He only had
to make her see for herself. The only way to do that is by fucking away
all that maleness. He had to take it from her forcefully. He paused to
push his victim into the floor, putting her on her hands and knees.
The boy did as his man directed, having forgotten about anyone
watching. All outside influences were forced out of his mind by the strong
man's staff. He eagerly got down on the floor and kept his knees together,
jutting out his ass invitingly as he smiled up at his conqueror. He rested
his front on his elbows and prepared for more conquest, eager to have the
now empty-feeling receptacle refilled.
The man wasted no time obliging. He descended upon his charge,
mounting the sweet ass, quickly burying his boner to the balls. The pace
of the butt fuck was brutal. The boy thought the head of the cock may come
out his mouth. He gripped his little filly's haunches and pulled her back
as he thrust forward, bouncing her ass off of his front again and again.
It occurred to the boy that the man still hadn't come yet. He had
received the most brutal blowjob anyone had ever given anybody, and he had
worked over a virgin ass for about fifteen glorious minutes with little
sign of climax ^Ö not that he was going to complain ^Öat least not anymore.
He did moan and whimper in a sort of passive feminine encouragement of his
defilement. The boy was gripped with lust. The sweet tingling that the
man had started in his groin was building in a nice warm wave. He had
never felt anything like it before, but if it took getting raped by an
obscenely endowed Italian in a seedy porn theater bathroom to feel it again
he would be here every day. All the fears and dread were gone. He knew
now that he liked men, and only a real man like the one dominating him now
would do. The intense feeling built as he rolled his hips more to get as
much contact with the monster cock in his anal orifice. The man recognized
the signs coming and continued his breakneck ass fucking. Suddenly, the
boy erupted in climax. His little girly thing squirted the best, most
intense orgasm of his short life onto the floor as he continued to get
brutally ass fucked. He screamed and squealed as the orgasm broke over him
like a gigantic wave. He was amazed that nothing had touched his little
penis after that first few moments. He had an orgasm just from anal sex.
The man had managed to hold off his orgasm with some difficulty while
the little body below him spasmed and wrung out his weapon. He continued
on, heedless of the young body experiencing the new sensations. The boy's
joints were like water, so the man pushed him to the ground so that he lay
face down on the floor, the flushed hot cheek of his face against the cool
porcelain tile. He kissed the American's neck and behind her ear as he
continued stoking. They were shorter, deeper strokes. The session was
becoming more intimate. He kept firm hands searching her body everywhere,
legs, breasts, stroking her face, and pulling apart her ass cheeks. He
gripped her shoulders like a full nelson wrestling hold and thrust in and
out.
The boy had a moment, where the sexual languor was diminished and the
pain was back. He expressed it with whimpers and groans, but dared not ask
the man to stop. It did not last long, and after a minute or two of the
man continuing to stir his cock inside him, he was pushing back and rolling
his hip against the man. H thought of that rap song, `Back Dat Ass Up,' as
they continued into a more sensual slow fuck. The boy could never again
imagine being anything but a passive fuck toy for a good domineering man.
It was the best thing to be in the world. He had never felt so good as
now, having given his ass up to the one with him. He felt the man's breath
hot against his ear and neck as re received intermittent kisses from him.
He could feel the man's cock begin to swell even bigger; to ripen with the
load of come that was drawing ever nearer to climax.
The man sat upright, resting his hands on the boy's shoulder blades.
It allowed him to see his big cock disappear in and out of the boy's tight
hole. The boy kept undulating those hips and cooing and whimpering like a
girl. He began to speed his rhythm up again, on the home stretch. He was
ready to give her what she had earned. He began to fuck her hard enough
that their bodies were slapping together again, punctuated by slapping her
ass hard. His orgasm had welled within for long enough, and with a manly
roar, he thrust it all the way in one last time. The boy squealed as he
felt the large bursts of cum pelting and coating the inside of his
intestines. He could feel the twitch of the mighty muscle as it flexed
again and again, rewarding him with the man's seed.
In that moment, the boy realized that he was straight, but he loved
men. He was straight because he was not a man, neither a girly boy, but a
girl. He wanted to be a girl from then on. He wanted to be treated like a
girl, to dress like one and to be passive and submissive to her man. She
had little use for the oversize clit that posed as a penis. She was in
heaven as they lay there, man on top of girl, his wide cock still deep in
her ass as they basked in the after glow and re-learned how to breathe.
He whispered into her ear. She was surprised to hear him speak in
Italian accented English. "Did you like it, my young dolchessa?"
"Oh, yes! I close my eyes and see fireworks. I don't know if I'll
ever be the same," she gushed.
"I don't think I want you to," he chuckled, "I am Rocco. I would
like to ask you a question."
"What is it, stallion?"
"This is important: Are you a girl or a boy?"
She was ecstatic that he understood. He seemed to know that a
decision had been made, and that the deal was sealed by a copious load of
hot semen. How did he read her so well?
"A girl, sir," she said.
"I am so glad you agree," Rocco said, with a big smile. "I thought
you would say that. How are you called?"
She hadn't thought about it, but a name came to mind almost
instantly, a name from the past that held both pleasure and pain, just as
the member still invading her guts held the same. It was also similar to
the name he was born with.
"It's Wendi," she replied, as she snuggled her butt back against him.
"It has been a stimulating experience meeting you, Wendi," Rocco
said, breathily.
They just lay there feeling each others heartbeat and breathing. She
felt so safe there in his arms. She noticed after a few moments that the
men who were watching the action had left ^Ö all but one. She thought that
the creep probably wanted seconds. She actually wasn't sure how she felt
about it, sexually charged as she was. Her little tushy was throbbing, but
as she so recently discovered, pain and pleasure are separated by a thin
line indeed when passion is infused with them.
It was Rocco who eventually stirred. His cock had softened, but was
still large enough to be a presence inside Wendi's ass. He withdrew it
with a wet pop and stood up. Wendi got on her knees and watched as he
turned toward her.
"Clean it off, my bella putana," he ordered.
She obeyed without thinking. She opened for him as he applied the
slick cock to her shiny lips. She took him all in, as he was soft, but
stirring again. She sucked and licked him and also took care of his balls
before he stopped her.
"Not yet, dolchessa, we are lingering here too long." Rocco said.
Wendi moved to get dressed, but looked at the creep, still at the
stall door. He was middle aged and bald, but handsome in his own
daddy-type way.
"This is Joey, another American," Rocco said, "He came here with me.
I hope you didn't mind the liberties he took by watching us. I believe it
turned you on a little to have an audience."
"Yes, I suppose I did," Wendi replied, realizing it herself just now,
"I didn't think about it, but I did."
"We actually make large-scale production pornographic movies like the
one shown today." Rocco Said, "We made Sandy Insatiable."
Wendi recognized Rocco from the movie with a start. How could she
have been so lucky as to have had her cherry popped by a real porn star!
"Omigod! I recognize you now! Please forgive me for not recognizing
you before." Wendi made it into a flirtatious line, punctuating it with a
cute pout.
"It was nothing, dolchessa, it was dark in the theater," Rocco
replied.
Wendi moved again to wipe herself with some tissues she carried in
the pants. She looked up to see that Joey was extending his hand to give
her something. It was a plastic-tubed tampon, already unwrapped and lubed.
"You will want this," he said, "for leakage. Do you know how to use
one?"
"I think so, sir," Wendi replied. She eased the tube inside and then
pushed the rod, feeling the cotton shaft slide into her stinging bowels.
She was glad he thought of it, but thought it quite odd that he would have
one. She pulled up her hose after making sure her no-longer-useful
appendage was tucked up neatly, showing only the little landing strip of
hair. She dropped the straps of the body briefer and then pulled it down
some to snap the crotch, the pulled everything back up and into place. She
took the lip gloss back out and touched it back up in the mirror. She
picked up the pants when Rocco stopped her. "Wait before you get dressed
back in those boy clothes. There is one more person I'd like you to meet,
but I didn't want you to be completely exposed for now."
Into the stall walked a statuesque blond beauty that Wendi did
recognize. She hosted a bawdy TV game show and sold adult novelties on
late night TV locally. The woman was also transgendered and Wendi thought
of her as a hero. She saw that Wendi recognized her, and held out her hand
in a feminine way. "I know you already know my stage name, but my name is
Patrizia. I am pleased to meet you. You look very nice."
It seemed odd that Patrizia would compliment her when she looked as
she did, Wendi thought. Patrizia was the picture of classy sexy, Wendi
thought as she reached to shake Patrizia's hand. "I'm very pleased to meet
you," Wendi said.
"If you will wait here with Joey, Rocco and I will go get you more
appropriate clothes, now that you know who you are," Patrizia said. "It
would be my pleasure, to help you show on the outside what you have always
felt on the inside."
"I will do whatever Rocco wants," Wendi said.
Patrizia laughed out loud. "That is just like you, Rocco! One time
with you and the poor girl is besotted," Patrizia said in Italian. To
Wendi she said, "Please stay here with Joey. We will return very soon."
As they waited, Wendi felt vulnerable standing there in a black body
briefer and fishnet hose, but Joey was as good as gold about it. "You are
a very nice looking girl, Wendi," he said. "Good enough to be in my
movies. I'd like to cast you in a film or two if you think you're up to
it."
Wendi was very taken aback. "Do you really think I could be in a
movie?"
"You'd have to let your hair grow out to really do it, but I have a
part where the girl is wearing an obvious wig anyway. Hormones would help,
also. We all mean it when we said you're beautiful, but they would round
out your frame perfectly ^Ö like the icing on the top of a very sexy cake."
Joey replied.
They talked more about the business, then Rocco and Patrizia returned
with some shopping bags.
"Patrizia will help you. Joey and I will go into the theater where
we were before. Come to us when you are ready," Rocco said.
Patrizia first made up Wendi's face. "You have a wonderful
complexion. You don't need much makeup," she said. "Just a little to
bring out your eyes, and something to plump your lips and make them shine."
After her face was made up, Patrizia produced a wig in his hair
color. She carefully arranged it on her head, then brought out a black
minidress. "You should show your legs," she said. The final touch was
black, strappy 3" heels. The heels were clunky, not spiked, Wendi was
happy to see. She didn't get to practice in heels quite as much as she
would like, and didn't know how she would do out in the real world with
them.
They both clacked their heels into the theater, causing everyone's
head to turn. The porn theater wasn't a place where many women went. They
both went straight to Rocco and Joey and sat down, Wendi by Rocco, who put
his arm around her; and Patrizia by Joey. They watched the movie again.
Wendi didn't wait for Rocco to put her hand on him this time. She held it
rather possessively throughout the movie, but they didn't adjourn once
again to the restrooms.
"Wendi wants to be in a movie," Joey announced, to sounds and looks
of pleasure.
"I want to," Wendi said, "but I don't know if I can. I'm in the
military and I have to leave this whole fantasy when it's time to go back
to work."
"Leave that to us," Joey said. "We can take care of it."
"Wendi, when do you have to go back to work?" Rocco asked.
"I have four days of time off for doing a good job at work. This is
my first one." Wendi replied.
"Would you like to come with us to my home? It is in the Abbruzzi
Mountains about an hour north of here. You could spend the weekend there,
being a girl." Rocco asked.
"Wonderful!" Rocco said, "We may have a chance to resume what we were
doing before!"
Wendi shuddered. I hope so, she thought.
Please send all comments to wendist.clair@yahoo.com. I am hard at
writing the next chapter! Be well sisters, and all who accept us!