Date: Wed, 20 Aug 2008 08:07:59 -0700 (PDT)
From: Fred Gingerman <gingerfred2005@yahoo.com>
Subject: Freedom -- transgender

Freedom
by: Gingerfred Man


Interview with Helen Wells, Allison Grace Wells' mother. November 18, 2028

Interviewer: You must be very proud of your daughter, Mrs. Wells.

Helen Wells: We were always proud of Allison and always will be.

Interviewer: What was she like as a child?

Helen Wells: Willful, bossy and very sure of herself. Just like she is
today. Only then, she wasn't my daughter. She was my son, Danny.

Interviewer: How did Danny become Allison?

Helen Wells: Like everything else in Allison's life, it was through the
sheer force of her will. Danny wanted to be a girl, so he became one.

Interviewer: Wasn't that difficult in those days?

Helen Wells: It sure was. You probably don't remember what things were like
for the transgendered at the turn of the century, but people were very mean
to them, especially other children.

Interviewer: How did Danny handle that?

Helen Wells: He ignored people or he beat the crap out of them. His father,
God rest his soul, knew that Danny wasn't like other boys. So from the time
Danny was seven, he was in martial arts training to "toughen him up." By
the time he was twelve, he could kick anyone's ass in the neighborhood. And
they all knew it.

Interviewer: Isn't that about the time that Danny became Allison?

Helen Wells: You've done your homework. On June 15th, 2001, Danny announced
to his father and me that he was going to be a girl from that point
forward. He would wear dresses and other girlie stuff and whoever didn't
like it, could lump it. He would also only answer to being called
Allison. He was twelve years old.

Interviewer: How did you react?

Helen Wells: I was surprised, but I wasn't shocked. Danny was always
different than the other boys. He was sensitive about people's feelings and
he played house with his action figures instead of blowing them up. Then,
of course, I had other signs. Like the times I caught him stroking his
little cockie with a pair of my panties, bold as you please. I caught him
at it many times, but he was never ashamed. He would just whack his wiener
till the juice jumped out. Then he would hand wash my panties for me and
dry them on the line outside. That's so much better than a dryer, don't you
think?

Interviewer: What was Mr. Wells' reaction?

Helen Wells: Poor Henry was in denial then. He still thought his son was
going to be the high school quarterback and be getting all the pussy he
wanted. Can I say that on TV?

Interviewer: Please, Mrs. Wells. This is 2028, not the 20th Century. How
did Mr. Wells react?

Helen Wells: He yelled, screamed, pleaded and threatened. Then he realized
that Danny, I mean Allison, meant business, so he gave up. He sulked for a
while, but then he kind of liked having a daughter. Especially one as
successful as Allison.

Interviewer: Did Mr. Wells ever spank Danny or Allison?

Helen Wells: No. My Henry was a gentle soul. It was just hard to accept
that his son was a transgendered person. Those were different
times. Eventually, Henry came to love Allison and almost forgot that Danny
ever existed.





Interview with William Jones, Allison Grace Wells' childhood
friend. November 22, 2028.

Interviewer: How did you know Allison Grace Wells?

William Jones: Danny Wells and I were best friends from the time we were
about eight. We had our first sex together. And it was great.

Interviewer: How did it happen?

William Jones: Well, when we were about twelve, we started getting
curious. You know how boys are about those things. Danny had changed a lot
at that time and he was looking very attractive to me. I'm not gay or
anything, but he was really cute, as you can imagine. He had those big blue
eyes and adorable face. I'm not made of stone.

Interviewer: So you were attracted to another boy?

William Jones: Yes and no. Danny wasn't like any other boy I knew. He was
smart and he was sure of himself and he was, I guess the word is,
feminine. Anyway, one day we were in his room playing a video game and he
asked me what I knew about sex. We didn't know much anything, but we were
speculating a lot and all that talk was getting me really hot. It must have
gotten Danny that way too, because I could see his little peter was tenting
up his pants. Danny saw my peter doing the same thing, so he reached over
and felt me through my pants. It was terrific. He stroked my peter through
my clothes and looked me in the eye every now and then while he was doing
it. In a few minutes, I came in my underwear. That was my first cum and it
was a very good one. We heard his father coming, so I never got to do him
that day. But boy did I want to. He was and is so cute.

A few days later, we had some private time together and I pulled his bare
cock out of his pants and stroked it. He has a lovely, long foreskin,
perfect for wanking, and I fisted him until he came in my hand. He made
this cute little whimper when he came and I was so charmed by it that I
kissed him. He opened his mouth and I put my tongue in it. It was
delicious. We kissed like that for about half an hour. Then he pulled my
willie out, kept kissing me, and made me come hard into his soft
fingers. Do you really need all this detail?

Interviewer: The public has a right to know. Then what happened?

William Jones: A couple of weeks later, I was at his house for a
sleepover. When we went up to bed, he reached into his underwear drawer and
pulled out a magazine that I had never seen before. It had all these pretty
women being fucked by nice-looking guys. It was really graphic, but, unlike
most porn, it was well done and intelligent. The odd part of the magazine
was that all the pretty girls in it had nice cocks and pink balls between
their legs. Their cocks were big and stiff and a lot of the pictures showed
them shooting out a whole bunch of girlie-goo.

Interviewer: Did that arouse you?

William Jones: You bet it did. Danny left me alone with the magazine and
went into the bathroom to "freshen up." I was hoping that I would get lucky
with Danny that night, so I didn't touch myself. But I wanted to.

Danny was in there a pretty long time. When he came out, his hair was in a
pink barrette, his face was made-up. His fingernails and toenails were
painted and he was wearing a pretty, pink shortie nightgown with matching
panties! He looked breathtaking. I was in love.

"Danny!" I said.

"Danny's not here. I'm Allison."

So I was the first person to meet Allison Grace Wells. And certainly the
first one to enjoy her body.

Interviewer: (Breathing a bit more heavily) What did you do then?

William Jones: What any gentleman would have done. I went over to Allison
and kissed her and told her how beautiful she was. She blushed and kissed
me back. Then she took charge, as she always does. She maneuvered me over
to the bed as we were kissing and had me sit on the end. Then she got on
her pretty knees and pulled my pants and underpants off. My little boy's
cock was in major distress. It was red as a fire engine and my balls were
sore with want.

She spent a long time studying my cock. Fingering it and looking at the
various parts. She really liked the peehole. She kissed its tiny, soft lips
and I jumped big time. My penis was secreting a lot of goo. She licked it
with the tip of her tongue, tasting it. She smiled at me then and I was in
love forever. Even today, Allison and I...I'm sorry, could we cut that part
out of the tape?

Interviewer: We'll see. Then what happened?

William Jones: She feasted on my cock for as long as I could stand it. She
kissed it, licked it, sucked it, even bit it softly at one point. That hurt
so good! Anyway, she also did some fine tongue work on my testicles. It was
her first time, but the girl was a natural. In my opinion and based on a
lifetime of research, Allison Grace Wells gives the best head in the United
States of America.

That day, Allison sucked me until I loaded up her pretty face with four big
globs of thick, hot, boy juice. She smiled and giggled the whole time I was
unloading. I groaned and shivered. It's still the sexiest moment of my
life.

Interviewer: Was that the end of it for that night?

William Jones: You sure are nosy, lady. No gentleman leaves a lady in
sexual distress. I was temporarily incapacitated, balls-wise, but Allison's
were full of her sweet girlie juice and I wanted a belly full of it. First,
I cleaned her angel face with my tongue, kissing her a lot in the
process. As I was doing it, I reached into the silky folds of her nightie
and extracted her cute, little prickie. I stroked it lovingly as I kissed
and licked her face and got her into quite a state, if I do say so. She was
begging me for relief and I was happy to oblige.

Allison pulled up her pretty nightie. Her prickie and pink balls were
pulled out of her pink panties. The whole package looked scrumptious. I
dove in, licking and kissing. She squirmed and made little girlie
squeals. She was really enjoying it and that made me feel great. I skinned
back her foreskin and tongued her sensitive glans. She arched her back and
gasped. Loud. That was a great reaction, so I did it again, this time I put
her prickie head in my mouth and added a little squeeze to her balls. Well,
whatever I did, it worked, because she looked at me, grimaced with ecstasy,
and shot four hot squirts of the best-tasting stuff in the world into my
delighted mouth. Her body shook and she made little squeaky sounds. She
really enjoyed it.

Interviewer: Wow! I mean, did you stop at oral sex?

William Jones: That night we did, although I wouldn't call four more
orgasms each "stopping." Allison was a great sex partner for a lot of
reasons. There was nothing casual about sex with her. She put her whole
body and soul into it. She wanted you to have as good a time as she
did. And she always kept her sense of humor.

We slept in each other's arms that night, kissing and swearing eternal
love. I really felt completely hetero about the experience, and so did
Allison, I think. She didn't take her pretty nightie off, but I worked
around it to suck on her puffy nipples a few times that night.

The next weekend, Allison came to my house for a sleepover and I discovered
that she had been busy on the Internet, finding out how a couple like us
could make love properly. She brought her nightie and make-up, but she also
brought a tube of personal lubricant.

Interviewer: So anal love was the next agenda item?

William Jones: The things they teach in journalism school these days!
That's right. Allison had downloaded some information and pictures about
ass-fucking and whenever we had a spare minute in school that week, she
would tell me some of what she learned. My balls were purple by sleepover
time.

We went to bed around 7:30 that night, which was fine with my mom and her
boyfriend. She was in a hurry to get her pussy pounded, and she never
suspected what Allison and I had planned.

Allison went into the bathroom to get ready and left me with the anal sex
pictures she had collected. They were all big cocks entering tiny little
assholes. The girls all looked as if they either liked it a lot or were
experiencing that overstuffed feeling.

When she came out, she was a living doll. My heart leaped with joy when I
saw her. So did my cock.

"Do you want me, Billy?" she asked.

"I want you, very much Honey," I said. "You're fantastically beautiful."

"Better than Britney Spears?"

"Who?" I replied.

"My Billy," she said and lay down next to me on the bed.

We kissed sweetly, then hungrily. I wanted to consume Allison. She grabbed
my pecker and stroked it. We kissed. I asked her to stop stroking and
rubbed my cock against her prickie as we kissed. It was intensely erotic.

I lay on my back and she reversed on me, on her knees. I thought she wanted
to sixty-nine, but then she asked me to lick her hole.

Interviewer: Her asshole?

William Jones: That and her mouth are the only holes she's ever had. Well,
that was a new one on me, but I took a look at that sweet little rosebud
and it looked like the most appetizing morsel on earth. I licked it
tentatively at first and Allison quivered with lust. I licked it again and
she squirmed and mewed. I put my tongue in deep and, without me touching
it, her little prickie erupted a quart of girl juice. She shuddered and dug
her nails into my legs. I knew I'd already hit a home run that night and I
was very proud of myself.

Allison turned herself around and I could see tears in her beautiful
eyes. She kissed me and rubbed her nipples against my chest. Then, taking
charge again, Allison sat on my boner, one half inch at a time. I don't
know whether it hurt or she just wanted to savor it, but that girl took her
time that night. Her angelic face looked as if she were having a vision as
she stuffed her butt with my cock. I must have looked the same to her,
because I was enjoying every millimeter of the insertion. When it was all
in, she said to me in a little-girl voice, "It feels wonderful,
Billy. Thank goodness you're my age and size. I couldn't have taken any
more. I feel so stretched, but so good. There's a little burn, but not
much. You were terrific to prepare me as well as you did. Could you please
fuck me now?"

Allison always did have a way with words. I gave her everything I had,
which at twelve, wasn't much. But it sure seemed to make her happy. She
bounced up and down like a kid on a pogo stick. Every now and then, she
would give me her big smile and I would smile back. We were dumb kids, but
we made world-class love. The shock of entry kept Allison's prickie
limp. Her foreskin completely covered the glans, and as we fucked, I could
see her prickie flopping around. She was grunting a little, I love when
girls grunt, and giving out little sissy squeaks. Suddenly, she gave out a
big squeak and her limp sausage squirted creamy girl-cummies
everywhere. She shrieked with joy. It excited me so much that I spunked her
butt with all my boyish ball juice.

We were both breathing heavily and smiling at each other. When my cock
started to go limp, Allison eased off it. My goo started to ooze
out. Allison didn't like that, so she put her hand over her butt and made a
little sissy run into the bathroom, looking at me accusingly as if it were
my fault that her butt was leaking. She got over that the next three times
we made love that night. The last time, I even licked out her cummy
butthole for her to clean her up. She liked that a lot.

Interviewer: Wasn't that about the time Danny Wells became Allison Grace
Wells to the world?

William Jones: That next Friday, school ended and we graduated from the
seventh grade. Allison came home that night and told her parents that Danny
was gone forever.

Interviewer: How did they react?

William Jones: Allison's mom wasn't surprised at anything Allison did. They
understood each other. Her Dad was in denial, but he got over it pretty
fast. In the end, he loved Allison more than anyone.

Interviewer: How did others react?

William Jones: Not very well. You have to remember, this was 2001 and the
transgendered were one of the last oppressed minorities. I have to give it
to Mr. And Mrs. Wells, though. A lot of their neighbors and so-called
friends ostracized them, but they stuck by Allison all the way. I was just
talking about that in bed with Allison last ni... Could we roll the tape
back, please?

Interviewer: Sure. Later. Who else reacted badly?

William Jones: The bad kids and bullies in school. They were the kind who
found a reason for calling every kid they saw a "faggot." When they saw
Allison, the former Danny, show up the first day of school in eighth grade
wearing pretty dress, cute shoes and make-up it was as if a nuclear device
had exploded in them. They called her "Super Faggot" and because I was
devoted to her and spent all the time I could with her, they called me
"Super Faggot's Bitch." It was really ugly.

Interviewer: How did Allison react?

William Jones: I think you should interview one of the bullies to get that
answer.

Interviewer: All right. We will.





Interview with Biff O'Malley, Allison Grace Wells' childhood acquaintance,
November 30, 2028

Interviewer: So you were Allison Grace Wells' bully?

Biff O'Malley: Yeah. I guess I was. Does that make me famous?

Interviewer: I don't think so. Why did you pick on her?

Biff O'Malley: It was what I did. You don't ask a bird why it flies. My
boys and me had a mission. We had to identify and "out" the junior high's
faggots. It was a public service.

Interviewer: Was there a need for that service?

Biff O'Malley: There sure was. The school was filled with them. Let me tell
you how we knew who they were. If you were small and weak or big and fat,
you were a faggot. If you were too smart in school or you wore bright
colors, faggot. And if you had blue eyes, definitely a faggot.

Interviewer: Did you know what a faggot was at that time?

Biff O'Malley: Well, yeah. It was every guy except me and my boys.

Interviewer: Did you call Allison Grace Wells a faggot?

Biff O'Malley: He was a super faggot and still is! We all let him and his
gay friend Billy have it both barrels.

Interviewer: How did Allison react?

Biff O'Malley: He ignored it for a while. Then one day, I spit on his
girlie shoes and he [unintelligible].

Interviewer: What was that?

Biff O'Malley: He beat me up. Bad. I cried. He kicked me in the nuts with
his spike heels. I went and got three of my boys and we jumped him.

Interviewer: Four of you? What happened?

Biff O'Malley: [Unintelligible]

Interviewer: What?

Biff O'Malley: He kicked all of our asses. The faggot queer!

Interviewer: What did you do then?

Biff O'Malley: We moved on to other faggots to intimidate in school. But
then Wells told us that he would beat us up again if we touched anyone or
harassed anyone in school.

Interviewer: Did you do what Allison asked?

Biff O'Malley: Well, yeah. But we still carried on our campaign after Wells
went away to college. Except for Thurston. Wells put some spell on him and
he became a faggot too.

Interviewer: Such brave young men.



Interview with Vanessa Sanders, Allison Grace Wells' childhood
friend. December 6, 2028

Interviewer: You were Allison Grace Wells' first female lover.

Vanessa Sanders: That's true, I'm proud to say. She was thirteen. I was
twelve. I knew who she was. Everyone at our junior high did. But I was
strongly attracted to her from the beginning. My little pussy got all gooey
every time I saw her. I told my mom and she took me right to the doctor and
got me on birth control.

Interviewer: How did you become lovers?

Vanessa Sanders: We lived a couple of blocks from her. I had known Danny
all my life. The only kid who would talk to Allison that first year was
Billy, but he was in love with her. I figured she needed a girl for a
friend, so I started talking to her. The other kids avoided me after
that. But I didn't care if I could have Allison.

One day, she invited me to her house. Her mom and dad were home, but they
didn't try to control Allison anymore, so we went up to her room and locked
the door.

We knew we wanted each other, so we kissed. It was dreamy!

Interviewer: Did you do anything else?

Vanessa Sanders: We fucked.

Interviewer: In what way?

Vanessa Sanders: Lots of ways. That first time, Allison asked me to take my
top off, so I did. I had a wraparound skirt on and I took that off as
well. By this time my little pussy was all wet and gooey and my thighs were
soaked with my juices. My titties were just starting to grow then. Each was
the size of a plum and they were mostly nipple. I took my bra off and stood
there in my saturated panties and little girl socks.

Interviewer: What did Allison do?

Vanessa Sanders: She kissed me and held me and told me how beautiful I
was. That made my cheeks hot and my panties more sopping. Then she stripped
to her underwear. She was completely flat-chested at that time, but her
nipples still looked girlie and yummy. Her white bikini panties were all
bulging with Allison's pretty prickie and balls. The head was sticking out
over the top of the panties and it was all red and sticky. It looked
delicious. As we stood, Allison sucked my little plum titties and stroked
my butt with her hands. She was wearing high heels, I remember, she almost
always did. She sat on the bed to get more comfortable and kept sucking my
titties. It was so intense. I loved getting my little nubbers
sucked. Allison held my thighs on the outside and actually rubbed the
insides against each other. They were so wet and it felt so good, I made
the first cum of my life. I shook with pleasure and squeaked Allison's
name. Allison was delighted
 that she could bring me such pleasure.

Interviewer: Then what happened?

Vanessa Sanders: I pushed Allison down on the bed and lay on top of her
kissing her and licking out the inside of her mouth. Then I kissed her
sweet little nipples. She liked that. Then I pulled her panties down and
stroked her prickie. She really liked that. It was the first prickie I had
ever touched or seen up close and it was a beauty. I've seen a few since
then, but Allison's was, I don't know, really feminine. It was long and
thin and it had the cutest blue veins running through it. It was very warm
to the touch and it was leaking hot sticky juice when I touched it. Her
balls were pink and pretty. They were all loose and hanging really low when
I first touched them. You could just tell they were full of hot lovejuice.

Allison is a great kisser and she knows what to do with her hands. Even
then, sex was a total body thing with her. She slipped my panties down to
my one ankle, which wasn't easy because they were very wet and sticky.

It was so exciting. It was like making love to a woman, only better,
because of her prickie and because it was Allison.

She asked me to lie on my back. I did and I spread my legs. My little pussy
was dripping so much I was afraid I was going to float away. Allison looked
around and found my little love button. It was all red and puffy from all
the excitement. Allison kissed it, sucked it and then, Holy Cow, gave it a
tiny lovebite. Yeow! I arched my back and must have cum for ten minutes. I
was shaking with lust and Allison kept kissing me and cuddling me to calm
me down. Then she dove into my little muffy again and ate my coozie until I
came three more times. Hard.

Interviewer: Had Allison come yet?

Vanessa Sanders: That apparently wasn't her plan yet. And Allison executes
her plan. Well, those were my first orgasms and Allison was love-imprinted
on my brain forever after that. Allison and I still fu.. I mean talk
regularly. I wanted to suck her sweet prickie then but Allison wanted to
see what being the fucker was like. So that's what we did. She got on top
of me and kissed me all over. I felt totally possessed. She put her big
prickie at the entrance to my muffie, then she teased me with it. She
rubbed her peehole against my clittie and made me come two more times. On
the last one, she eased her love pole into me slowly, kissing me on the
mouth and whispering her love and admiration. I had broken my hymen in
athletics, so she didn't hurt me. But I was so tight, it felt as if I were
totally filled up. She rolled me on my right side and began to fuck me
slowly. We kissed. I had never been so happy. Then she reached around my
left hip and felt
 my ass. All of a sudden, Zowie, I had two of Allison's manicured fingers
up my butt. This was another totally new sensation, and a spectacular
one. We rubbed nipples. We kissed. She stroked her fingers in my butt. She
fucked my hairless little muffie. She made a little sissy grunt. Then
another. It was great to see Allison losing control, even if it was so she
could come a couple of gallons. She kissed me hard and flooded my pussy
with too many globs of girlie goo to count. I came again. And again. I
never wanted that moment to end. It did. But ten minutes later, we went
again.

After round two, Allison taught me what she knew about cocksucking. She
knew a lot and I was an excellent pupil. It was the first time I tasted
Allison's delicious girl juice. I've had the pleasure hundreds of times
since.

Interviewer: How did your life change after that?

Vanessa Sanders: It changed a lot. I've been in love with Allison Wells
since that day, but I'm in a long line. We both had other partners, you met
my husband on the way in today, but Allison still found time for me when I
needed her. And not just sexually.

The immediate effect, however, was that I was ostracized by the other kids
my age. Billy and I became known as lovers of "that queer fuck, Danny
Wells" and no one talked to us for a whole year. They didn't insult us or
anything, because they knew Allison would rearrange their features. They
scorned us.

But then the earth began to move. Unknown to us, there were several TG
people in our town. They were so far in the closet that they had a mothball
under each armpit, but they heard about Allison and us and were
sympathetic. They started posting news about Allison, Billy and me on their
message boards. Paula-somebody on two message boards was posting hourly TG
alerts about us. The community was beginning to stir at the notion of am
8th grade girl with huge pink balls.

Allison was contacted by an organization named Prisoner Exchange. They were
so impressed that they put their facilities at her total disposal for
free. The summer before high school began, Allison went to a PE facility
and got herself breasts and a few other moderate surgical and chemical
enhancements. If you look at Allison today, you'll know she didn't go crazy
with the enhancements. She got herself 35C breasts, which are great, but
not in Danni Ashe's league. She didn't really mess with her face at all
except for losing the beard and Adam's apple. She's pretty, but not
gorgeous. As Tracey said about Hepburn, she's not big, but what she's got
is "cherce." When she looks into your eyes, the other stuff just seems
meaningless. She's a once in a lifetime personality.

Interviewer: How did the school administrators treat Allison Grace Wells?

Vanessa Sanders: Like dopes. In junior high, she had to use the boy's
room. So she would walk up to the urinal, lift up her skirt, pull her
panties down to her knees and let it rip. No boys ever bothered her. They
were terrified of her. Some were disgusted and some were aroused. But
Allison got noticed and that's what she wanted.

Interviewer: What about in high school?

Vanessa Sanders: At first it was worse. I remember Allison had to take
freshman swimming with all the boys. By rule, the boys had to wear red
boy's trunks and bare chests. So Allison did. When she came out that first
time, every boy in class and the instructor were packing wood when they saw
Allison's pretty titties. Allison acted as if nothing was strange and
learned to swim with the boys. In the locker room, most of the boys avoided
her when she took her shower, but Jim Thurston watched long and hard, just
like his cock was when he looked at her. She gained a disciple one day in
just ten luscious minutes with Jim. That's the way Allison has always
been. If you showed her simple human respect, she would always give you
what you needed.

The school's insistence on Allison wearing a boy's swimsuit captured the
attention of the national media and Allison's story started to spread. It
was the beginning of her public life.




Interview with James Thurston, Allison Grace Wells' childhood friend,
December 7, 2028

Interviewer: What did you think of Allison Grace Wells when you first met
her?

James Thurston: I thought she was a guy being a super faggot. I was wrong.

Interviewer: Were you part of Biff O'Malley's "anti-faggot patrol?"

James Thurston: I'm sorry to say that I was. But I experienced an epiphany
the day I saw Allison in the shower after the first swimming class. She was
so brave and so resolute. She was going places. Even I could see
that. Swimming was the last class of the day. Even Allison didn't want to
stir the pot until it erupted, so she waited until everyone took their
showers and left before she went into the boys' shower. I waited too. I was
drawn to her. I didn't want to be like O'Malley any more. I wanted to be
somebody. Allison saw that in me.

Interviewer: What happened that day?

James Thurston: Allison was in the boys' shower, naked and soaped up. She
was washing her hair and humming a little tune. I stepped in naked and took
a showerhead as far away from her as I could. I had seen how she could
fight and I was taking no chances. I soaped up and made little glances in
her direction. She had a great body. Still does. She had these perfect
mid-size titties and wide hips. She had strong, shapely legs and long black
hair. And she had an outstandingly lovely cock and cute pink balls. It
looked so feminine and pretty. It's a good thing I was in the shower
because I was drooling. Allison soaped up her cock really well and was
teasing it. It got big and hard and she glanced at me and asked, "Is there
something you want to say to me, Jim?"

Interviewer: Was there?

James Thurston: Not at first. I was tongue-tied with shame for how I had
acted toward her and other people who were different. I felt the guilt and
disgrace and began to sob. Allison walked over to me and hugged me, both of
us wet and naked. She said to me, "It's OK, Jim. I forgive you. Do right by
people and you'll feel better." A rush of love came over me and my life was
changed forever.

Interviewer: I'll say. You're a legend in defending the dignity of people
denied it for so long. You and Allison Grace Wells were co-founders of
Equal Dignity in 2015.

James Thurston: Allison was the force behind that. I did help her,
though. That day in the shower sticks in my mind. I could smell her
shampoo. Her naked body next to mine was intoxicating. When I stopped
weeping, she faced me, put her strong arms around my neck, rubbed her
prickie against my cock and her titties against my chest and kissed me. It
was the most electrifying moment of my life. We kissed like that for about
ten minutes and I felt the lava stirring in my balls. I told her so and she
said, "I know, Jim, I know," and kept kissing me. She held me while I
shuddered through a force ten orgasm all over her prickie and tummy. When I
had recovered a bit, I sank to my knees and gave her the first blowjob I
had ever given. It wasn't pretty, but it was loving. She came with the
cutest squeal in a couple of minutes. I swallowed her delicious cum and I
was Allison's friend and lover forever.

Interviewer: What did Biff O'Malley think about all this?

James Thurston: He was displeased, but scared shitless of Allison. I
punched him in the mouth just for fun when I told him I was leaving his
gang.

Interviewer: Good for you.





Interview with Caitlin Cox, Allison Grace Wells' childhood friend, December
9, 2028

Interviewer: How did you meet Allison Grace Wells?

Caitlin Cox: I was in another high school across town when I read about
Allison in the local paper and Time magazine. I was stricken by her
courage. Here I was, a little sissy boy named Albert dressing in my
sister's lingerie and whacking off and Allison was going to swimming class
with her breasts hanging out to prove a point. I called her and asked if I
could come by her house some time. She agreed, but only if I dressed as
Caitlin, not Albert, and I had to take public transportation to get to her
house. I gulped, but we set a date. She told me to bring a change of
Caitlin's clothes, because I would be staying over. Her mother and mine
discussed it and it was all set.

Interviewer: Were you scared to go out dressed?

Caitlin Cox: Terrified, but I wanted to meet Allison so badly, so I did
it. I wore a lovely short, pleated skirt, powder blue sweater, black
stockings with garters and black, two-inch pumps. I remember the smell of
the Opium perfume I was wearing and the tug of my garters as I walked. I
was sure everyone would stare and yell, "faggot" at me or something, but I
was able to blend in well and arrived without incident.

Allison came to the door when I rang and greeted me warmly. She hugged me
and introduced me to her mother and father as Caitlin. That was a first for
me. I wasn't that schmoe, Albert. I was Caitlin. By going across town
dressed, I had earned that right. My self-esteem bubbled up.

After cookies and milk in the kitchen, Allison offered to show me her
room. Mrs. Wells said dinner would be in two hours, so we could talk
upstairs.

Interviewer: Did you talk?

Caitlin Cox: A lot. When we got to her room, Allison told me how proud she
was that I was coming out like this. She told me about an idea she had for
a new organization called Equal Dignity. For the first time, someone would
be advocating that all who are "different" be afforded the same dignity any
American expects. She said that people's hearts were big enough to accept
all their human brothers and sisters. They just needed some encouragement
and awareness. It wasn't just TGs she cared about. It was minorities, older
people, the poor and disadvantaged, the disabled, even people who are just
less physically attractive. And it wouldn't be about laws making it a crime
not to have a ramp entrance. It was about giving all Americans the freedom
to accept everyone they met as a useful, important person.

Interviewer: Wow. So she knew even then.

Caitlin Cox: She is a once-in-a-lifetime person. That day, we had a
wonderful dinner with her parents, meat loaf and mashed potatoes, I
think. Then we helped with the dishes and went upstairs again. Allison
closed the door and asked me if I would like to have sex with her. She said
it would be just fine if I didn't because everyone's preferences are
different.

Interviewer: What did you say?

Caitlin Cox: I told her I ached to have sex with her. She kissed me and
said, "Well, then. Let's."

She asked me to raise my skirt to see what I was wearing. I had wispy,
little, black, see-though panties, a slip and a black garter belt. Allison
licked her lips and said, "Very nice! I hate pantyhose, don't you?" I
agreed.

Allison took off her skirt and so did I. She was wearing lingerie similar
to mine. She walked over in her pretty, strappy heels and hugged me. She
was two inches taller, even though I was a senior and she was a
freshman. She kissed me and I felt a jolt of energy enter my body. My poor
stiffie was red and my ball bag was purple with lust. She stroked my hair
and kissed me tenderly. Allison once told me she never had sex with anyone
she didn't love. I think she has a huge capacity to love and an ability to
know whom she loves and why.

Interviewer: So what about the sex?!?!

Caitlin Cox: Oh, yeah. Well, we took off our tops and I just had an old
stuffed bra, but Allison had a fine pair of titties, much as mine are
today, thanks to her inspiration. I sat on the bed, drew her to me and
began to nurse on her titties. She cooed so cutely. As I was licking her
nipples, I reached in her panties and pulled out the prettiest cock on
earth. It was velvety smooth, yet hard as diamonds. The foreskin was very
long and was skinned back to expose the pink lips of her peehole. I leaned
down and licked and tongued those soft lips and was greeted by a sweet glob
of natural lubricant. Allison appreciated it very much. She drew me to my
feet and kissed me again, reaching into my scanty panties and extracting my
bad little girl. Her touch was angelic. I could smell her musky
perfume. She slicked my foreskin up. Then down. More sweet kissing. Then
up. Then down. Then I whimpered softly, grunted twice and doused her soft
fingers with the hot
 juice of love. She was making little encouraging sounds to me all the
while. Even though I was the older one, Allison was the mother.

Cum was all over my privates when Allison asked me to lie back on the end
of the bed. Allison took some cum drops on her right middle and index
fingers and slowly, lovingly, entered my anus with them. I winced a little
when she entered to the first knuckle. I had never had anything in my
pooper before. Allison knew I would enjoy her fingers up there, so she kept
scooping up my cum and using it to lubricate my honey pot. My tushie hole
was all cummy and her fingers were taking me on a grand tour of heaven when
she stopped and replaced her fingers with the glans of her stiff
pricklet. I looked at her and groaned with desire. My prickie stood erect
on my soft belly. As she pushed forward, I felt a slight burn, but I locked
eyes with Allison and she could have put a redwood tree up there if she
wanted. When it was all in, I winced a little, but sighed with love. My
erection had dissipated from the insertion, but I was incredibly
aroused. Allison began to
 stroke and stoke the hot fire of love. Rapture was too mild a word. It was
joy. It was ecstasy. It was cum firing from my limp prickie all over my
chest, neck and face. Wow! Allison was so pleased when she saw me cum. She
smiled, but it turned into a slight grimace when she felt her perfect storm
reach its peak. Hot...gooey...sexy...cum from the future leader of a great
movement. She cupped my balls as she came and gave them an expert squeeze
that allowed me to join her orgasm with two soft globs of my own.

When she withdrew, my butt was wide open and, since it was my first time,
it was a little sore and burned a little. Allison was such a considerate
lover that she fell to her knees and kissed and licked my hole, and all its
cummy emissions, until it was relatively back to normal. Then she kissed
and hugged me. And fucked me twice more that night and once in the
morning. It was the most erotic night of my life and it changed my life.

Interviewer: How did it change your life?

Caitlin Cox: I had the courage to take charge of my life. After that, I
never dressed as a male again. I made modifications to my body. I found a
man I love and we're happily married with three wonderful adopted
children. And Allison and I make love whenever we have the chance. Later, I
joined Equal Dignity and gave it all I had. It turned out pretty well,
don't you think?

Interviewer: There's no doubt about that.





Interview with Robert Towns, Allison Grace Wells' high school counselor,
December 13, 2028

Interviewer: What was your relationship with Allison Grace Wells?

Robert Towns: I had the honor of being her guidance counselor in high
school and have been her friend since she graduated.

Interviewer: What was she like then?

Robert Towns: She was on a mission and gaining converts to her point of
view every day. At first, she had two friends, Billy Jones and Vanessa
Sanders. After the stupid administrators made themselves a national
laughing stock by making the lovely young girl wear a boy's bathing suit to
swimming class, James Thurston, a former bully, joined her circle. After
that, people in town's attitudes began to change. Many became Allison's
friends. Most began to change their attitudes about the respect they showed
for each other.

Early on, Allison attracted people who were different, especially people
who were in some sort of closet, and needed her strength to come out. Soon,
she passed that strength on to others, who in turn imparted their
strength. I knew it was working when the beautiful, the straight, and the
righteous began to accept her message of equal dignity for all.

Interviewer: Was her appeal religious?

Robert Towns: Not really. Allison has always been a devoted Catholic, but
her Equal Dignity message is based on human morality as much as anything.

Interviewer: Did Allison Grace Wells ever have doubts?

Robert Towns: Allison is as human as the rest of us. To the world, she was
steadfast and resolute, but she cried in despair and self-doubt several
times with me. She also lived in some fear of her life. She worried that
some enraged man would try to kill her. She wasn't afraid of women. When
women are confronted by the unknown, they usually try to understand
it. When men face the unknown, they often try to kill it.

By the time Allison was a senior, our town had changed a lot. I would say
that 90% of the town had become incredibly tolerant of "different"
people. They enjoyed the celebrity that Allison had brought the town. It
was fun to see her on Real Time with Bill Maher and Larry King. Of course,
the unrepentant ten percent were nasty and always will be.

When she went off to college, the town missed her, but her influence
remained. It became the best place in America to live and raise a
family. Even U.S. News said so.





Interview with James Wilder, Allison Grace Wells' husband, December 18,
2028

Interviewer: Governor, how did you meet Allison Grace Wells?

James Wilder: When I began my first run for governor in 2016, I pledged to
campaign in every town in the state. Everyone told me Woodville was too
isolated, but I wanted to keep my pledge. When I arrived by helicopter, I
had a bone-crushing toothache and was forced to visit a local dentist,
Dr. Peter Miller. He was an excellent dentist, but I was very nervous about
what he was going to do to me. His dental assistant, Melanie Brown, was the
most beautiful woman I had ever seen. I thought she was about 45 years
old. It turns out she was 60! I kept staring at her as Dr. Miller got ready
for surgery. Melanie was an angel. She suggested that she could relieve my
tension by a tried and true Woodville way and I agreed.

Well, Melanie undid my belt, unzipped my pants and pulled them down to my
knees. She lifted my shirt and put a towel on my stomach. I was startled
but excited too. Melanie kneeled on a pad by the side of the dentist's
chair and stroked my cock lovingly. As she manipulated my foreskin, she
told me everything was going to be all right. I believed her. Then she put
my raging cock into her soft, wet mouth and sucked it with consummate
skill. This was the best dentist's visit of my life! She giggled with
pleasure when she saw me arch my back and groan with lust. When she put two
wet fingers in my pooper, I lost it. I pumped five big globs of manly goo
into her cupid's mouth and she licked it all up greedily. She smiled at me,
put my pants back together and kissed me lovingly. I don't even remember
what D. Miller did to my teeth, but it didn't hurt a bit.

As I was leaving, Melanie suggested that I stay overnight and meet Allison
Grace Wells, who was speaking in Woodville that evening. I asked her why
Allison was there and she answered by lifting up her skirt, exposing her
fantastic, stocking-encased legs, creamy thighs, pink bikini panties and
big, hard cock tenting the panties. I expressed my surprise. Melanie told
me the history of Woodville and how every woman in town, aged 13 and above,
had boobies and a cock. I was incredibly aroused. I fell to my knees and
gave Melanie the best time I knew how at that point in my life. It seemed
to be good enough, because she squealed with delight and pumped three sweet
globs of her girlie juices into my hungry mouth.

That day, I established the two best relationships of my life -- Melanie,
who is now 72, but still one of the 100 best fucks in North America, and
Allison, whose lecture I eagerly attended that evening.

Her voice was power itself and her message of love and acceptance touched
every heart in the room. I hadn't even met her yet and I was half in love
with her.

After the lecture, my matchmaker friend Melanie introduced us. When I
touched Allison's 27-year-old hand, I saw my future. I was to be the
luckiest man in America -- Allison's lifelong soulmate and husband.

Interviewer: Were you in love immediately?

James Wilder: I was. Allison was intrigued by my run for governor,
especially at the age of only 35. She asked me where I stood on various
issues. I told her the truth and she knew I did. She must have agreed with
much of what I said, because she asked if I would walk her back to the
Woodville Inn.



Interviewer: Then what happened?

James Wilder: She invited me in and began to undress. "I felt what you
felt, Jimmy," Allison said. Can you believe that? "I felt what you felt."

I took my clothes off and savored the sight in front of me. She was not
beautiful in the traditional sense, she didn't have a perfect body, but she
was the most attractive person I had ever seen. Her eyes drew me to
her. Her cock was red, skinned and proud. Its ruby head was peeking out
from her long foreskin. We held each other naked and sobbed with the joy
that comes with finding your one true love and knowing it.

We kissed. I adored her mouth and then her lovely titties. She moaned with
a powerful lust. As I had with Melanie, I kneeled and worshiped her naughty
little girlie stick. Allison squeaked and fell back on the bed. She held
her stockinged legs up and showed me her pink and brown rosebud. "Please
lick me, Jimmy," she pleaded. "I want you inside me."

I licked her until she begged me to stop and put my cock into her. I had
never fucked an asshole before. Allison's fit me as if it had been designed
for my cock. Maybe it had. It felt a little dryer than a pussy and a little
tighter. Allison loved it. I had her on her back and I could tell it was
not a position the dominant Allison was used to. I overpowered her with my
hairy, manly body, fucking her as I would an XX girl. She seemed to love
it. I contorted a bit and kissed her red lips, sucking the lipstick from
her bottom lip. She cooed with pleasure. I told her I loved her and she
told me she knew I did and that she loved me too. She smelled of
wildflowers in spring. I reached between our bellies and stroked her
rampant prickie. It had shrunk a little with the shock of anal entry, so I
was able to get a nice movement going with her foreskin. I could feel
Allison surrendering to me and I loved it.

I felt my oldest, best friend coming for his inevitable visit. Allison did
too. She squeaked and groaned out, "Oh, Jimmy, you wonderful man. I'm going
to cum a bucket. Oh, Jimmy. Eeeeeeeeeee." And she woke the dead with her
scream. As I felt her cum leaping through my fingers, I felt her ass
muscles tighten and her red, lacquered nails dig into my back. That did me
in. Moments later I filled her delicious butt with all I had. My balls gave
a four-star effort and flooded her insides. Allison squealed with love and
came again. This time in a slow, girlie drool, but in Dolby surroundsound.

I groaned out a marriage proposal and Allison accepted immediately. I was
and am the happiest man in America.

Interviewer: Did things go smoothly right away?

James Wilder: Not with my political advisers. They wanted me miles away
from a figure as controversial as Allison. They also pointed out that a
marriage between us was illegal in our state, since Allison was still
legally a man. And so was I. They begged me not to announce our engagement
until after the election, six months in the future. I called a press
conference and announced it that night.



Interviewer: I remember. Then what?

James Wilder: Allison and I set a date in mid-October, right before the
election. I asked my long-time friend Bishop Rick O'Hara, who is the bishop
of our state to marry us. It was scheduled for a Saturday afternoon at the
football stadium of the state university.



Interviewer: Were you worried?

James Wilder: Allison and I had no idea what would happen. We knew that
Bishop O'Hara would catch flak from Rome, but he insisted in doing the
wedding. We were worried that someone would try to kill us in rage. We had
issued an open invitation to the wedding at the stadium and we were worried
that only our detractors would show up. Or worse, no one would show. And,
since we wanted to do good things for the people of our state, we worried
that I would lose the election.



Interviewer: How did the polls look?

James Wilder: Bad. I was an underdog at the beginning and my numbers
sank. My advisers, the ones who didn't leave what they thought was a
sinking ship, begged me to ditch Allison and save my campaign. I did
not. Two days before our wedding, I was trailing by 20 percentage
points. Allison went on national TV. She was lovely. She talked about love
and what it meant to her. She talked about how love could make our state
and our country great if we didn't keep it to ourselves, but shared it
broadly. And she talked about how much she loved me and how, win or lose,
she was looking forward to our life together. Allison wept. I wept. The
interviewer wept. America wept.





Interview with Bishop Richard O'Hara, who presided at the wedding of James
Wilder and Allison Grace Wells, January 6, 2029

Interviewer: It's amazing that you are still Bishop twelve years and three
months after you performed what was then an illegal marriage against strict
orders from Rome.

Bishop O'Hara: No one is more amazed than I. I was telling my dear wife,
Mary Ellen Miller, the other night what a catalyst the Wilder-Wells was for
this country and the Catholic Church.

Interviewer: How did it happen?

Bishop O'Hara: I was told specifically, by highest authority, not to
perform the wedding. I examined my conscience, reviewed my warm feelings
for Allison and Jim, considered what it meant to be an American and a human
being, and said something like, "Fuck it."

That day, security was tight. I was afraid some rightwing nut would try to
kill one or all of us. We got there two hours early and were sequestered,
so we didn't know what the crowd looked like. At the appointed time, Jim
and his groomsmen and I went to the altar and were stunned by what we
saw. One hundred thousand cheering, jubilant people and another hundred
thousand outside, watching the weeding on a large TV screen. The national
TV audience was bigger than the Super Bowl and there was not a boo to be
heard.

Allison was radiant and the wedding was one of history's finest. Jim won
his election by 25 points. Soon after he took the executive's chair, the
state passed a law that allowed any two people who loved each other and
wanted to share their lives to married. Not a civil partnership. Married!
Of course Allison campaigned hard for a national constitutional amendment
and that was passed in 2025, with the states ratifying it in record
time. As of June 22, 2028, people in love can marry in the United
States. Equal dignity has come to pass.

Of course Allison didn't limit her activities to that amendment. She
encouraged everyone to emerge from their closets and for everyone to
support them. When three TG employees at a Savealotmart in Sandusky, Ohio
showed up for work in dresses for the first time, Savealotmart fired them,
quoting nonexistent or misinterpreted Bible passages as justification.
Allison called for a national boycott of Savealotmart.

When interviewed, she was asked, "So are saying that all TGs should boycott
Savealotmart?"

Allison said, "I'm not saying that at all. I'm saying that all Americans
who believe in justice and fairness and who love other people should
boycott Savealotmart."

She brought Savealotmart to its knees in a week. The Bible was
reinterpreted and the TGs were rehired. Savealotmart became a major
contributor to Equal Dignity.

Interviewer: How did all this affect you?

Bishop O'Hara: It made me proud to be an American. I was defrocked for
about 48 hours as a result of marrying Allison and Jim. Then my fellow
American bishops rose as one to tell Rome that they were prepared to break
off from Rome, elect their own pope and stop sending American money to
Rome.

Interviewer: What happened?

Bishop O'Hara: It was a miracle. I was reinstated immediately. Soon after,
on a tour of the state, I arrived in Woodville and met Mary Ellen Miller,
the former Tommy Miller, and a five-star, 28-year-old babe of the highest
order. We fell in love and were married. Rome backed down again and priests
around the world can now marry. Vocations have increased ten-fold and many
of the church's problems have disappeared.

Interviewer: You're a brave man.

Bishop O'Hara: Allison was a phenomenal role model.



Live coverage of Allison Grace Wells. January 20, 2029.

I, Allison Grace Wells, do solemnly swear that I will faithfully execute
the office of President of the United States, and will to the best of my
ability, preserve, protect, and defend the Constitution of the United
States.


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