Date: Fri, 10 Oct 2008 07:21:26 -0700 (PDT)
From: Fred Gingerman <gingerfred2005@yahoo.com>
Subject: Fulfilled -- transgender

Fulfilled
by Gingerfred Man

Chapter One -- The Letter

I was sitting at my desk at work and trembling as I read the letter for the
third time.

"Dear Mr. Harris:

"An anonymous benefactor has arranged for an all-expenses-paid, two-week
vacation for you at `Fulfillment'," our tgirl fantasy spa in the
Mediterranean island country of Gingerfredonia.

"Your dream experience will begin on July 24. A general description of
optional activities is enclosed. No need to make your activity selections
now. There will be plenty of time for that at our lovely facility.

"A list of items you may wish to bring is enclosed as well, but everything
you will need is, of course, available and free of charge at Fulfillment."

The letter went on to give details of my first-class travel arrangements to
the spa.

It was everything I had ever dreamed of. And my worst fears confirmed.

I had been "dressing" since I was twelve and enjoyed nothing more. In the
twelve years since, I had never ventured out and was sure that absolutely
no one knew of my secret needs and desires.

But someone knew.

Someone either kind enough or cruel enough to allow me to fulfill my
deepest desires. Someone who remained anonymous for reasons of his or her
own. To tease and torment me? Or make me deliriously, blissfully happy?

My name is Grant Harris, but in my fantasy world, I'm Tiffany.

Tiffany is a feminine treasure, to be prized by the many potential admirers
of her beauty who would surely be overtaken with desire for her if they
only knew she existed.

Only I had seen her. Had become her. Two or three times a week when I was
living with my parents. Five or six times a week since I graduated from
college, began working at an accounting firm, and got my own apartment.

I often thought that Mom and Dad knew, or at least suspected. They never
came home unexpectedly or visited me at my apartment without calling
first. It was as if they knew there was something they didn't want to
discover, so they avoided it. Not so unusual, I guess.

I knew Mom and Dad thought it odd that I never dated. I didn't feel I
wanted to date anyone as Grant. Tiffany had very specific and hungry needs,
but Tiffany was a recluse.

By the time I was 21, I thought Mom and Dad half-expected me to say I was
gay. I thought they would have been relieved in a way. Sexlessness seemed
very sad to them.

Grant was a sexless blob. Small, thin and fit and not bad looking. But with
very little personality and no interest in women or men.

Au contraire, Tiffany had intense, vivid desires that drove her to bring
herself to cataclysmic, multiple orgasms, emptying her pretty balls and
taking her breath away.

Things became critical and almost disastrous for me in high school when I
had the biggest crush on my best friend, Bill Emory.

Bill was sweet and handsome and lovable and hunky and we told each other
everything. Everything that didn't matter.

I would lie in bed at night and dream of Bill and Tiffany at the prom. I
would be wearing a magical silver dress and high-heeled, sliver sandals and
Bill, in his tux, would be whirling me around the dance floor, my long,
blonde (of course) hair flying as he romanced me for all to see.

In my dream, I was an angel of love for Bill. I would stroke my little
doodle as I dreamed of Bill bringing me home from the prom, taking me to my
room and stripping me, clothing-article by clothing-article. He would kiss
each area of skin he exposed, of course, and I would gasp and pant with
passion. In my dream, I had big, luscious titties and Bill would lick and
suck them, driving me wild, both in the dream and in real life. I would
usually cum from imagining Bill adoring my nipples, then cum again as I
thought of him eating my dream pussy. The residue of two cums would cover
my belly as I imagined Bill on top of me, fucking my pussy as he praised my
beauty. And pushed his big cock in and out of me. I couldn't escape. Being
fucked on my back was my girlish destiny. And, pretending I was fucked and
helpless, I would cum again for the third time.

The reality was kind of sad. Bill went to the real prom with Angela Turner
and I stayed home and watched a Beavis and Butthead marathon. (Uh...huh,
huh...huh)

Then Bill and I went to different colleges and hardly saw each other again.

What would Bill have done if he knew about Tiffany? I was sure it would
have involved welts and loss of blood for me.

No one could ever know about Tiffany.

But someone knew. How? Who? And what did that someone want in return for my
very expensive trip to the Fulfillment spa?

There were 300 people in my firm, Ricardo, Mertz & MacGillicuddy. Grant
wasn't very social, so I only knew about 30 of them. The letter about
Fulfillment was sitting on my desk and had been hand-delivered without
postmark.

So it was one of them. Or not. Someone else could have paid a delivery
person to confuse me. Unlikely. I was sure it was one of them.

But who was it? A man or a woman? Someone with money. I had heard of
Fulfillment. It was like those baseball fantasy camps that middle-aged guys
go to. They dress like ballplayers and play some games with old
major-leaguers. But Fulfillment was supposed to be
top-of-the-line. Expensive. It was in the country that crazy TG-fiction
author Fred Gingerman had bought a few years ago, set himself up as king
and pulled off an economic miracle.

My firm had been around since the early fifties and its founders had died
in the 80s and 90s. It was being run by the Ricardo's son, Richard, Junior,
who was still called Little Ricky by the old timers. Could it be him? I
doubted it. He spent a lot of time on his bongos and very little time at
the office.

Should I go?

I had to. Tiffany needed it. She needed to breathe free. And I needed to
find out who my "benefactor" was.

I filled out a Ricardo, Mertz & MacGillicuddy form requesting my two weeks
vacation for the time at Fulfillment. Terror and excitement are a heady
combination.


Chapter Two -- Checking In

Though I wavered about going, Grant showed up to board the plane to
Gingerfredonia and I flew in fine style to the fast-developing nation's
capital of Santa Femina. A limo awaited me and I was whisked to the seaside
spa, which was less than an hour from the airport.

It was lovely. Each guest had a separate, one-bedroom villa. The staff was
helpful and polite.

My room had all the feminine necessities and luxuries Tiffany would need. A
huge closet was filled with clothes and shoes and lingerie -- all in my
size and in varying degrees of sluttiness -- from church lady to crack
whore.

I sneaked little peeks at the other arriving guests and found them to be
much like me in appearance and shyness.

Shy or not, Tiffany was about to make her first public appearance.

Just as I was deciding what to do next, there was a rap on my door. Still
dressed as Grant, I answered to find a late-30-something, handsome man in a
fine Italian suit.

The gentleman bowed and said, "Good evening Miss Harris, I trust all is to
your liking so far?"

MISS Harris? Very nice. "Yes, thank you."

The gentleman smiled. "Wonderful, Madame! My name is Gianfranco and I will
be your personal concierge for your stay with us. If there is anything you
need. Anything. I will arrange it for you."

I blushed. Surely he didn't mean... Of course not. "Thank you," I said.

He smiled warmly and produced a small catalog. "This is a list of the
activities we offer tomorrow. Each day I will bring you a new one. You'll
note that they are rated by G, PG, R, and X. Just like your American films
once were. We ask that you select at least one following-day's activity
before midnight each night. Just call the operator. Please. Or call me if
you wish to discuss it or arrange it. You'll want to dress appropriately
for the activity, of course. I'm eager to see you in your feminine
clothes. I'm sure you're very beautiful."

That flatterer! I blushed a little. Or Tiffany blushed. I was dressed like
Grant, but Tiffany was pushing to get out.

"If I may recommend, Miss Harris, select an activity, order a meal in, then
get into a pretty nightie and go to bed early. Jet lag will get you if you
don't and you'll need a lot of energy here."

My cock was hard just thinking about it. Tiffany was a trampy little man
pleaser who wanted to suck cocks and take them all the way into her pretty
bottom. In her mind, at least. She'd never touched someone's cock and had
never had an orgasm with another person. That was about to end.

In fact, Tiffany was thinking how nice it would be to suck down
Gianfranco's cum right about then. But before I knew it, he was gone.

I decided to become Tiffany before I did anything else. I took a long, hot
soak in the huge tub, shaved my legs and other intimate areas, and perfumed
and powdered myself to perfection. I styled my long, usually pony-tailed
hair to a brunette crown. I made my face into the lovely Tiffany I had come
to adore. Then I put on pink stockings, with a matching garter belt, pink,
fluffy, stiletto mules, and a lovely, brief pink nightie that completed my
ensemble.

I thought about calling Gianfranco and telling him there was something I
needed right then -- big and hot and hard. But as usual, I was a chicken.

The first person to ever view Tiffany turned out to be the waiter who
brought my dinner, salad greens with lemon and ice water. Either he was a
great actor or that bulge in his pants was appreciation for my femmy side.

As I ate, I scanned the catalog. The G stuff was awful -- a visit to a nail
salon. Shopping for clothes in the Gingerfredonia Frumperia. Ick.

I blew by the PG and R stuff too and made my choice from the X-files. I
read the description and called in "After School Date."

Jet lag caught me and I lay in all my beauty in the huge bed and dreamed of
losing my virginity. The sooner the better.


Chapter Three -- First Fantasy

The description in the catalog recommended dressing like a high school girl
for "After School Date."

I wore a very short, plaid, pleated skirt, tan stockings, white garter
belt, black, three-inch-stiletto sandals, a white blouse and lots of
lipstick, perfume and eye make-up. I looked like the girl I wanted to be in
high school. Pretty, trashy and popular.

As I was admiring myself, I heard a knock on my door. It was Gianfranco.

His eyes bugged when he saw me. I do make a very sexy girl. Great
legs. Girlish mannerisms. Pretty face. I was very pleased.

"You're very beautiful, Miss Harris," he said. And his lumpy crotch echoed
his sentiments.

"Thank you, Gianfranco, but please call me Tiffany."

"Of course, Miss Tiffany. Have you breakfasted?"

I had eaten my Special K, skim milk and black coffee an hour earlier. "Yes,
thank you," I replied.

He smiled. "Let me tell you about this activity. It will begin in a
high-school classroom. One of these boys, whichever you choose, will take
you home after school. Your parents work, so you will be alone. You and the
boy can do as much or as little as you wish. Much of each activity is up to
you. Now remember, you can stop any activity by saying your safe word. Do
you remember it?"

I did. "Skywalker," I said. I was a Star Wars fan, OK?

"Right. Everyone in the spa knows that word means stop whatever is going on
and take you immediately back to your villa. I would recommend that you use
it only out of necessity. Otherwise, you will miss a lot of the fun."

I shivered a little at that. I wondered if the sissies at the Nail Salon
fantasy would use their safe words if the polish was the wrong color.

"Please select one of these boys. Each is 18, six years younger than you,
and very nice and sweet. And hot for your teenage body. In the activity,
you're 18 as well."

I looked at four studly Mediterranean lads and picked one almost at random.

Gianfranco nodded. "Angelo. Good choice."

So Angelo would have my pretty bottom! Mmmmm. I was scared, but couldn't
wait.

Gianfranco took me to a building that could have been a school. There were
about fifteen 18-year-old boys, and girls in there, and a teacher. I
spotted Angelo, who was in the same row as I was, to my left. He was
smiling at me. Nice smile. The teacher droned on about something for about
ten minutes, then a bell rang.

I could feel the mood. It was like high school. Where I could have been a
very popular girl. If I had had the stones to dress full time and say
"screw it" to the world.

But this was a second chance.

I got up and walked out of the room. Angelo ran to catch up.

"Hi, Tiffany," the very good actor said. "Can I walk you home?"

Should I say `Skywalker' get on the next plane home and go find Miss Right
and marry her?

Uh uh.

"Sure, Angelo." <Giggle>

Angelo carried my books and chattered happily about a lot of classmates and
teachers I didn't know. He also took plenty of time to praise my beauty,
about which, he seemed sincere.

Unless my mirror was lying, I was beautiful. I stopped to fix my
lipstick. Just in case. Angelo watched me with interest and I thought I
could see a bulge in his trousers as well. I was three for three in
erections!

It was wonderful being among people as Tiffany. I knew that it was a
controlled situation, not the real thing, but I was gathering the courage
to step out as Tiffany in my real life.

Angelo was so sweet. When we got to what I guessed was supposed to be my
house, I reached in my purse and pulled out a key that Gianfranco had given
me. It opened the door. I entered and invited Angelo in. He laid my books
on a table.

He was young, but very handsome. Not too young. I was only 24. He smelled
very good. And I was very hard and throbbing in my panties.

He stood facing me and moved an inch away. My knees were shaking a little.

And then he kissed me.

My first kiss. It was the most erotic moment of my life.

The wonderful boy held me in his strong arms and kissed me deeply and
exquisitely. I was trembling with lust as he entered my mouth with his wet
tongue. He cupped my soft bottom with his hands as we kissed and kissed.

I was such an ingénue. I just let Angelo lead.

My cock was crowding my panties terribly until, <Gasp>, Angelo reached into
my panties and freed my throbbing cock. No one had ever touched it
before. I was in heaven. He was kissing me and stroking my cock and all of
a sudden, I squealed and began cumming. Spurt after spurt of my sticky
cream leaped from my delighted cock.

Oh. It was already the best day of my life as I felt my balls draining all
over my "parents'" rug.

Should I return the favor? I did Angelo one better. I fell to my knees and
squealing happily, pulled down his pants and held his perfect cock in my
warm hand. Angelo moaned manfully.

I skinned his foreskin back and kissed the pink tip.

"So good," he moaned.

I had never even touched anyone's cock. It was wonderful! Hot and hard, but
velvety smooth, just as I had imagined. I began to orally adore that fine
specimen. I jiggled his balls as I kissed and licked and sucked Angelo's
slippery knob.

I was a cocksucker at last!! I would have to amend my resume immediately, I
mused, as I brought poor Angelo to a fever pitch. Without warning, the bad
boy fired glob after sticky glob of hot cum all over my pretty face. That
was OK. He was really enjoying himself. I could get a towel or something. I
wondered what Angelo would do next.

Then I looked in Angelo's eyes and saw...FEAR!

He was looking behind me at the front door. Then he said, "Oh no, your
father!"

What? I thought we were going upstairs and Angelo was going to put his big
thing into me. This wasn't supposed to happen. Or was it?

I turned and saw a very angry looking...Gianfranco!!!

He was playing my father in this activity?

"TIFFANY! You little tramp! I told you about this before. Angelo! Get
out. I'll deal with you later."

Angelo picked his pants up and, without even saying goodbye to me, he ran
out. The coward. I didn't like the way it was going, but I decided to play
along. "It's not what you think, Daddy," I said.

Gianfranco or "Daddy" was angry. "What was it, then, Tiffany? You were
eating birthday cake with Angelo and that's his `icing' all over your
face?"

He was right. A face full of cum and a boy's cock in your mouth are
difficult to explain. I didn't say "Skywalker," but I took the sissy
approach. I began to cry and apologize. "I'm sorry, Daddy. It just
happened. I'll never do it again!"

I knew that no Daddy could resist a daughter's tears. I was wrong.

He said, in a low and threatening tone, "You're getting a spanking, young
lady."

He was kidding, right?

"Daddy" sat in a hard chair and said, "Come over here, Tiffany."

My safe word was on the tip of my tongue. But I didn't want to look like a
wimp to Gianfranco. And my cock was severely erect and excited at the
prospect of what was about to happen.

Reluctantly, I tottered over to Daddy. He handled me roughly, pulling down
my panties, and seating me on his lap for a pre-spanking lecture.

"You're going to get it very badly this time, Tiffany. I know that all the
boys want you because you're the prettiest girl in school. And I know they
all want to suck your big stiffie and have you suck theirs." He was
massaging my cock and balls most deliciously as he spoke. "But you're too
young yet." I was close to cumming and wanted to kiss him very much.

Abruptly, Daddy stopped stroking me. "Oh no, Missy. You're getting a trick,
not a treat."

I was so hot and aroused. And unfulfilled. Daddy placed me across his knees
and turned up my skirt. My pink, bare bottom, thighs and balls were open
and horribly exposed.

I was scared. And aroused. Daddy had trapped my stiff cock between his
thighs and the friction was rubbing it nicely. Ohhhhh.

But the fun ended quickly. <Whack> Daddy's hand stung my left bottom
cheek. I screamed as if I had been shot. I didn't think he would actually
spank me! <Whack> Another spear of pain, in my right cheek that time. It
really hurt. I screamed and cried and begged him to stop. I promised I
would go into a convent. I said I would wear a chador all the time. But I
didn't say the safe word. Hmmmm. Did I mention that I came so hard that I
almost passed out from the pleasure? All over Daddy's pants. Then I got
another big woodie! What an experience!

After about 20 swats, Daddy stopped.

I was sniffling and sobbing. And my cock was standing straight out. I had
no idea that I would react with ecstasy to a spanking. Forget that safe
word. I had continents to explore.

Gianfranco, I mean Daddy, was telling me he loved me and that it hurt him
more than it hurt me to spank me. Goo was drooling from my fatally excited
prick as he produced a soothing cream

"I'm going to rub this on you so you'll feel better, Tiffany. Now turn
around."

I did and Daddy began to rub the lovely cream all over my red, abused
bottom. It felt wonderful. And even better when he rubbed the cream in the
folds between my bottom cheeks. Then he put LOTS of cream all over my anus
and even <Gasp> in my anus.

No one had ever touched me there and all I could do was again begin to
helplessly ejaculate my girlish cream.

I was having a really good morning.

Daddy didn't seem to notice my third screaming orgasm of the past hour. He
just kept making me nice and open and slippery back there with first one,
then two, then three fingers.

Was he going to fuck me?

<Gulp> This first activity wasn't going the way I thought. It was a LOT
better, so far.

When I was loose and gooey and had regained most of an erection, Daddy sat
me on his lap and asked, "Does that feel better, Tiffany?"

"Yes, Daddy," I said. "I know you love me." I kissed him.

Forget that Angelo kid. Gianfranco was a man and he kissed like one. He
took my breath away. Moments later, and I still don't remember how it
happened, I was on my back on the dining room table. What would Mom say?
Daddy had my stockinged calves on his shoulders. Where were my panties?

Daddy's pants were down to his ankles. He held his big, pink cockhead at my
anus. He smiled at me.

I prayed that the door wasn't going to be flung open by "Mommy" or Sister
Perpetua from third grade, or the 82nd Airborne Division. Well, maybe the
82nd.

It wasn't. Daddy pushed. Ohhhhhhhhhhh. It was heavenly!!!! Daddy had
prepared me so well that it just slid in. I was being fucked! My ass was
full of cock. Twelve years of imagining it and it was finally
happening. And it was incredible.

Daddy was firm, but gentle and loving. He kissed me a lot. I dug my nails
into his back and gasped and moaned, whimpered and panted. I lurched and
jerked. Daddy came first. I was desirable! I made a man cum in my
bottom. And earlier, a boy in my mouth.

That fired my libido even more, making me wince and cum yet again. That
time it was a couple of girlish drools, but it felt like a four-alarmer.

I was wondering if Gingerfredonia had a good emergency room when Daddy
arose and kissed me sweetly. "Thank you, Miss Tiffany," Gianfranco said."
I hope you enjoyed your first activity."

Oh, baby! And I had thirteen days to go.


Chapter Four -- No Roark, no Tattoo

Did you ever notice on the old Fantasy Island series, no one ever said, "I
just want my cock sucked constantly for a week," or anything like that? I'm
guessing that sexual fantasies would have been very big if there were
really such a place.

Fulfillment thus far had been all I had ever hoped it would be. When I got
back to my villa, I ate a large lunch of dry, lettuce sandwiches and water
and napped for an hour. When I got up around two, I decided to spruce up a
bit. I called Gianfranco and set it up to have my hair and nails done.

I almost asked if he would join me for some slap and tickle, but I wanted
to pace myself. My balls felt pretty empty and I didn't want to disappoint
anyone who would be seeking my gooies.

I had a lovely, relaxing afternoon and, when Gianfranco met me after my
makeover, I could see he was impressed. Or able to summon a big erection on
demand.

It was around six and I asked that Gianfranco take me to
dinner. Apparently, he couldn't say no to me, which was a good thing. I
hoped that men outside the spa would be equally powerless when confronted
with my beauty.

I wiggled into a lovely little black dress, black stockings and
five-inch-stiletto sandals and Gianfranco looked as if he wanted to fuck me
right there.

So did lots of other men at the off-spa restaurant he took me to. That was
really my first time in the real world and it was a large boost to my
growing ego. Men were staring. Lusty stares. What would they think, I
wondered, if they saw what was in my pretty panties?

Maybe they would like it.

We had a lovely dinner and I told Gianfranco all about my life. He seemed
to know a lot already, which surprised and puzzled me. How did he do that?
He told me that he had been at the spa since it opened and enjoyed the work
very much. The ladies were charming, but none so charming as I? Was he
trying to get into my panties? He was welcome to do so.

When we arrived back at my villa, I asked for his advice about next
steps. He recommended two things. He said I needed more experience
exploring a man's cock, which he was happy to give me. And he recommended
catalog number 32-X for tomorrow's activities -- another high school
scenario that would help me work out some issues.

I took him up on both suggestions.

I think he liked me as much as he said he did. I knew I wasn't his first
tgirl. But his cock was very hard and vertical when we undressed each
other. I loved kissing him and he consumed me with his embraces. He lifted
my lacy bra and kissed and licked and sucked my nipples until I screamed in
erotic desperation and made a huge cummy mess in my black satin panties.

Then I got that hands and mouth-on experience with a cock that the helpful
personal concierge had suggested.

It's a service economy we're in these days.


Chapter Five -- Catalog Number 32-X

I was so hungry for Gianfranco's cock, but I took some time to examine it
properly. He was naked. I was in my nightie and stockings. We had all
night.

I explored his beautiful cock with my fingers, then my lips. I kissed it
all over, stopping several times to refresh my lipstick. A girl hates to
look frumpy. I gave his balls a nice, slow tongue bath, which he seemed to
like a lot.

Then I decided that I would give him a first-rate handjob, a neglected
skill in our cocksucking era. Gianfranco was most appreciative when I
rubbed his peehole with the pad of my right thumb. I kissed him sweetly as
I was pumping him, then stopped kissing and focused on the handjob, so I
could witness the fruits of my efforts.

He was wincing in erotic agony as I slid my soft, girlish hand over his
drooling cockhead. But it was still a surprise when, without warning, ropes
of cum began leaping from his red peehole. Flying through the air like
fireworks. Celebrating Tiffany Day, the day of my liberation from
self-imposed exile. There would be a great deal more cum flying for that
celebration and others I would declare.

Gianfranco truly loved that handjob, and told me so by sucking my nipples
and giving my balls sweet caresses until my goo flew.

I sucked poor Gianfranco's cock off and on all that night, producing and
swallowing five delicious loads of gooey cum. He even sucked my little
dolly, mostly in self-defense, I imagine, and it was divine. Needless to
say, it was the first time my balls had been orally drained and I adored
every microsecond of the experience.

The next morning he kissed me beautifully and bade farewell. Then it dawned
on me that he hadn't fucked me. How did I forget that? Well, there were
lots of other opportunities waiting.

Another nice young man named Antonio picked me up for my
activity. Gianfranco must have been resting. Once again, I was dressed as
the girl a boy would most like to sit next to in high school.

Antonio said I would meet a girl named Allison and I was to take her lead.

I asked, "Is Allison a genetic girl?"

Antonio smiled. "That would be telling."

Hmmmm. I hoped I wasn't going to be expected to do anything with a
GG. Yuck, I thought. GGs had often been mean to me, calling me a sissy and
worse, most of my life. I didn't know how I would feel about sex with
another tgirl. I had never met one, so how did I know?

Antonio showed me a picture of Allison. She was beautiful! The kind that
Grant always lusted after. Grant could be so annoying. He should have
figured that genetic girls didn't want you unless you had a tattoo or a
police record.

Maybe Allison had a big cock under her skirts. That would be
interesting. But I hoped she wouldn't be so pretty that I would be jealous.

I was tingling with the possibilities as Antonio dropped me at the "school"
building I had been to the previous day. Same classroom. Same teacher. Same
kids, except that Angelo, my lover of yesterday, had been replaced by
Allison, in the same chair even.

When class was over, Allison sought me out. "You are coming over my house
today, aren't you Tiffany? Carla and Diane will be there.'

Three girls? Hmm. If they really were girls. I was expecting more
surprises.

Allison was a real yacker, gossiping about a lot of people I didn't
know. These spa people were great actors. When we got to "Allison's house,"
Carla and Diane were waiting for us on the porch. Zowie! They were cuter
than Allison! And she was a 9.9.

Maybe Tiffany was "bi." I was beginning to hope so.

We filed in the house and Allison led us back to the family room, where we
all set down our books. Surprises followed in rapid succession.

Carla and Diane removed their blouses, then locked lips in a very tonguey
kiss. Good gravy! It was true. Boys always suspect that when girls get
together it's for "lezzie" stuff. It was true! At least in Gingerfredonia.

The two "tens" had removed each other's bras, exposing huge, floppy titties
with big, brown nipples. Carla reached under Diane's skirt and divested
Diane of her panties. I got a clear view of a very hairy, very wet,
nasty-looking pussy.

Oh my. I was hard as differential calculus. Over girls.

Observing the live show, I heard sobbing behind me. I had forgotten about
Allison!

I looked at her and through her tears, she said, "Oh, Tiffany, you don't
love me any more. All you want is Diane's pussy." <Sob>

I was really getting into the scenario at that point and said, "Oh, no,
Allison. I love you!"

<Sniffle> "You do?"

I nodded.

She smiled bravely, then sat on the couch, removed her panties and gave me
a Miramax Theater view of her pussy.

It was spectacular. Shaved bare, with delicious pink lips, dripping with
female arousal. Oh my goodness. I wanted to fuck her. It was true. I was
omnivorous.

<Sniffle> "Will you kiss it?' Allison asked.

Wordlessly, I answered. I got on my knees and lifted the little beauty's
skirts. She spread her stockinged legs for me as I kissed, licked and ate
her glorious pussy. When her little clitty emerged, I sucked it until she
came five times and begged me to stop.

The little doll then lay on the floor and asked me to fuck her.

Well, I certainly didn't expect that. Carla and Diane were eating each
other's muffies quite happily on the other side of the room. Allison was
spread and ready. I pulled my panties down and off, removed my skirt, and
mounted Allison.

I had never... Allison knew and she was gentle and helpful.

She guided me to her golden gate. I pushed. She squealed. I squealed. And
was so excited that I almost blew my gooies right there. It was
exquisite. So that was what I was missing. No sense getting all goofed up
over what was missed. I had lots to look forward to.

Allison helped me get into a rhythm and I turned out to be pretty good at
delivering a fuck as well as getting one. Allison caressed my balls and
made a lot of noises that suggested she was enjoying herself. She also came
twice and I knew she wasn't faking it.

When I spurted my cream into her, I was confused but happy. I liked making
love with both women and men. As Woody Allen once said, "Bisexuality
doubles your chances for a Saturday night date."

We kissed for a good half hour, then Allison said that the scenario was
over, but she would love to spend some time with me back at my villa.

Should I? Oh, yes.

We left a carnally locked Carla and Diane -- I don't think they noticed
that we left -- and returned to my villa, where we put on our tiny nighties
and fucked each other's brains out for that afternoon, evening and some of
the night.

The next morning, I was ready to go again, but Allison suggested that we
save some for later. "Let's take a boat cruise today. Gingerfredonia is
very beautiful."

Well. OK. If that was what Allison wanted.

Allison and I got onto a very nice, 50-foot yacht that belonged to the
island's absolute ruler, King Fred. It was very well-appointed and staffed
by a well-dressed, well-mannered crew of Gingerfredonians.

As we left port, I had a lot to think about. I was sure I wanted to be
Tiffany, not that loser Grant. But did I want to be a "male lesbian" as the
tgirls call them or a sissy cocksucker for most of the nice, attractive
guys who came my way? Until the previous day, I was sure that I wanted to
be on my knees sucking cock, taking big loads on my face and in my bottom.

But sex with Allison was good too.

Then it occurred to me. Why not both?

I was about to discuss my feelings with Allison, when I noticed that she
had shucked her clothes and was standing naked on the deck of our pleasure
boat, with the wind in her hair.

Was that an invitation for me to get naked and have sex with her? But what
about the crew? I didn't think I could just screw in front of everyone like
that.

Once again, though, I was judging the situation by my life experience,
forgetting that I was in tgirl fantasy spa in Gingerfredonia.

I wanted to ask Allison for some guidance, but as I opened my mouth to
speak, Allison said, "Come on, Tiffany. Get your clothes off. The crew is
ready."

Huh?

I turned around and standing behind me were two hunky, naked crew members,
stroking their very nice cocks.

Allison was bi! And so was I, apparently.

Allison was more than bi that day. She was cock crazy.

The first officer approached Allison. She got on her knees and took his
long, fat, lovely cock deeply into her mouth. The mouth that had kissed me
and sucked my cock only hours before. But, when in Gingerfredonia, one must
observe local customs. I beckoned the naked captain over, stripped to my
tgirl buff, and got to my knees next to Allison. The Skipper's rampant meat
was inches from my red lips. I kissed its drooling head and licked him to
sexual distraction as Allison smiled at me as she drove the first officer
wild.

The sailor boys had big ball bags, heavy with cum, and they emptied them
all over our pretty faces in short order. My eyes were stuck together by
cum, but I was very happy. When I opened them, fresh sailors had replaced
the lads who had just frosted our faces. They were also randy "tars" or
"gobs" and all those other crossword words and gave a giggling Allison and
me another gooey blast. I looked at Allison and decided that if my face
were as cummy as hers, I wanted a picture of myself as a souvenir.

The sailors brought in fresh troops and, though my jaw was getting sore, I
adored bringing the third nautical fellow to a creamy cum. As if my mind
had been read, my picture was taken.

Trust me. I was a mess. But a happy mess.

I assumed that since we had drained the balls of the crew of six, our fun
was over. I was wrong.

Allison suggested that I get on all fours. I did so, then felt lubricated
fingers in my bottom. Greasing it. Opening it for men's pleasure.

Before the day was out, Allison and I were each serial buttfucked by three
big-cocked crewmembers.

As a cleaned-up Allison and I pulled into port after a three-hour cruise I
thanked Allison and whoever ran the spa (and whoever my benefactor was) for
answering my dilemma. I was a cock-crazy tgirl. GGs were fun in a pinch,
but men were the first team.


Chapter Six -- Even More Fantasies Realized

Allison drove me from the port, but instead of going to my villa, she took
me to the house where I had been on the day "Daddy" had first fucked
me. Were more hijinks in store?

Apparently so.

I kissed Allison goodbye and thanked her sweetly, since I didn't know if I
would see her again. Then I walked toward "my" front door, not knowing what
to expect.

The door opened and there was a very angry Gianfranco, playing the part of
"Daddy" once again.

Why was he angry?

Then I noticed that he was holding a large, computer-printed, color picture
in his hand. I was afraid I knew the subject matter.

Although I knew I was at a fantasy spa and that Gianfranco wasn't my Daddy,
I was scared. What would he do to me? I thought, as a delicious shiver of
fear and arousal tingled in me.

"Get in this house, young lady," Gianfranco said in a low
growl. Ooooohhh. I was really trembling as I passed him and he gave my
recently serial-fucked bottom a hard swat. Was he going to spank me again?
Double-Ooooohhh. Despite all the laws of physiology, my panties were once
again stuffed with my hard cock.

"Daddy" said, "My friend who works on the King's yacht emailed me this
disgusting picture of my daughter with men's cum all over her face. Lots of
men. And lots of cum. And you're smiling and happy, you little tramp."

Daddy wasn't happy. I began to shake. What would he do?

"A spanking will be too easy for you, Missy. You want to be a tramp? I'll
show you how to be a tramp."

What would he do? I found out.

Daddy grabbed me by the wrist and pulled me through the house to the master
bedroom. He opened the sliding glass door that led to a terrace with a
cast-iron railing.

"Get out there, Tiffany. Turn your back to the house, drop your panties to
your ankles, grab the railing and bend over."

I surveyed the situation. The house was not on spa property and the terrace
overlooked a busy street. People were walking by and some had already
started to look in our direction. Did he want me to expose myself publicly
and then <gasp> fuck me?

My cock was throbbing like a struck gong.

Still, I began to cry and protest. Which drew a larger crowd. It was
humiliating and degrading. And very exciting. My safe word was nowhere to
be heard.

I whimpered and complained, but I followed "Daddy's" orders to pull my
panties down to my high-heeled ankles. Then I grabbed the railing and
quivered from shame as my stiff cock pointed at the giggling, growing
crowd.

I had no idea that humiliation could be so exciting. Fulfillment was
helping me explore things that a few days ago I had difficulty imagining.

There were about 30 people looking at me and snickering at my predicament
as "Daddy" lectured me.

"You want to be a little tramp? Fine. Let's let everyone see what you're
like."

Then he parted my bottom cheeks, rubbed his big, hot, hard cock against my
anus, which was still sore, but gooey from the serial fucking I had been
getting earlier that day.

By all rights, I should have not had an erection because of a) shame and b)
being fucked out. But no one told my girlie stick. She was thick, stiff,
dripping and throbbing.

And when Daddy fucked me in front of all those people, I drew cum from
between my toes or somewhere, and threw a huge load into the stratosphere.

I screamed from joy, humiliation, lust, and to give Daddy encouragement so
he would keep doing that.

When I came hard, the crowd oohed and aahed and began to applaud. I barely
heard them, since I was enjoying the fucking very much.

And to think that I had considered that maybe I liked women better.

When Daddy orgasmed, he held my hips and pumped me to overflowing with
manly goo. Then he turned me around, held me and kissed me as his goo ran
out of my bottom and down my thighs, much to the delight of the crowd.

Daddy and I bowed to their applause, turned around and went into the house,
closing the door.

Daddy was Gianfranco again.

"Did you enjoy your day, Miss Tiffany?" he asked.

In answer, I smiled, fell to my knees, and gave Gianfranco a ball bath and
cock sucking that most men only dream of.


Chapter Seven -- And now for the main course

I slept alone that night. Thank goodness. I was exhausted.

But I was very happy. And very excited about what was going to happen next.

The staff of Fulfillment had amazed and delighted me at every turn, so I
was expecting the excitement to continue when I awoke the next morning. I
was not disappointed.

I stretched and yawned as I recalled the events of the previous day. I had
produced a bucket of cum, both from myself and my numerous partners. I was
such a little slut. <Giggle>

I removed my nightie and admired myself in the full-length mirror. As soon
as I returned to <Ick> the real world, I vowed, I was going on hormones,
was getting my Adam's apple scraped and was getting some breasts. I knew I
was going full time as Tiffany. It would shock and disgust some of Grant's
acquaintances, but I had to be Tiffany. I just had to be.

I bathed and primped, then dressed in a red summer dress with white polka
dots, tan stockings and white, five-inch, stiletto sandals.

Not bad, I thought as I considered Tiffany in the mirror.

Then I called Gianfranco for his activity suggestions.

"I'll be right over, Miss Tiffany," my hunky, spunky concierge said. "And
I'll bring my suggestion along."

That was interesting.

Five minutes later, there was a knock on my villa door. I sissied over to
it in my skyscraper heels, opened it and saw Gianfranco. And Bill Emory, my
best friend from high school, who I had stroked myself raw dreaming about,
but never had the guts to confide in.

I did exactly what you would have done. I screamed and slammed the door
shut.

My chest was heaving and my mind was racing as I threw my back against the
door to keep Bill away. Far away.

I could never face him as Tiffany. Everything about it terrified...the old
me. Wait a minute. I wasn't the old me anymore. I was new and improved. I
was Tiffany, not Grant. Then I panicked. Had I chased him away?
Desperately, I flung the door open, praying I could catch up to them in my
five-inch, fuck-me-hard-and-put-me-away-wet sandals.

But Bill and Gianfranco they were still standing in exactly the same spots,
with broad, self-confident smiles on their handsome faces. Men can be
vexing.

I brushed my hair back with my right hand, then said, "Hello,
Gianfranco. So nice to see you again, Bill. Won't you both come in?"

They did. I mean, at least Gianfranco did. Bill held me in his arms and
gave me a big, tonguey kiss.

It was a white-hot kiss and I was seconds away from creaming my panties
when he broke it off.

"I've been wanting to do that since the day we met ten years ago," the
wonderful dreamboat said. "I guess neither of us had the guts. Thank
goodness Gianfranco contacted me, told me everything and invited me here."

I looked at Gianfranco, who was looking like one of those angels who just
did a good deed for a mortal. What a sweetheart he was! But how could he
have known about Bill? Or that Bill would want me?

Who cared? Bill kissed me again and when he stopped, Gianfranco was gone.

Was Bill going to make love to me right then?

No. Rats. He was too much of a gentleman. But since we had waited ten
years, I guessed we could wait a few more hours. At least until they
freshened the room.

Ten years we wasted. Afraid to tell each other the wonderful truth. Content
with a sad lie.

But that was the past.

Bill had a car and he took me to a lovely spot overlooking the ocean. We
talked and kissed and talked some more. He praised my beauty and sweetness
<blush>. And he begged for my forgiveness for not connecting with me
earlier.

There was my answer. Bill had figured everything out and he was my
benefactor for the spa. What a relief to know that.

I hugged Bill and thanked him for paying for my spa visit. But from the
expression on his face, I knew I was wrong.

"I was called by Gianfranco two days ago, Honey. I suspected and hoped you
were a tgirl, but wasn't sure until Gianfranco's call. And I didn't arrange
anything. It looks to me as if your benefactor arranged for me too."

What a mystery.

Oh, well. I would worry about it after I got a few big, hot loads of Bill's
cum in my bottom and throat.

First things first.

Messing around with all those spa-arranged situations was LOTS of fun, but
when Bill got me back to my villa and put the pork to me, I knew I had
found true love.

Bill fucked me hard and made me squeal with joy. He was gentle, but not too
gentle. Firm, but not too firm. And his cum was delicious.

He stayed with me at the spa and no one saw us for the last ten days of my
wonderful, life-altering experience. On the last night, Bill asked me to
marry him.

I cried and sobbed. Sucked his cock. Said yes. Got on my back and welcomed
his big cock to paradise. Then, like the woman I was becoming, set out to
plan the wedding.

The next day, Bill and I were sad to leave the spa, but delirious about the
prospect of our life together. We knew it would be difficult at times and
that not everyone would be pleased about us. But we hoped, at least, that
our parents would be happy for us.

Not much chance of that, though, we agreed.

We said a nice farewell to Gianfranco -- not the kind of farewell he would
have wanted from me, I would hope -- but I was an engaged woman!

But Gianfranco wasn't through with me quite yet.

"Miss Tiffany," he said. "Someone else wants to see you before you go. The
person who paid for all this and set it up."

My benefactor! Oh!! I was trembling I looked at Bill, but he was as puzzled
as I was.

Who was it? And why?

Then all was revealed. And it all made sense.

Gianfranco opened a door and out stepped -- Daddy! And Mom! And Bill's
mother and father!

They knew. They approved. They manipulated the whole thing, even to the
point of letting me get all the nastiness out of my system first.

I cried buckets as the room filled with future in-laws. We hugged. We
kissed.

And looked forward to very happy lives.


Please tell me what you think at gingerfred2005@yahoo.com.

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