12 comments/ 181237 views/ 49 favorites My Bizarre Life Change Ch. 01-02 By: watchdwag It was nearly two years ago that my life took a drastically different turn and I realize now that the person I was is gone forever and perhaps it's the best thing that could have ever happened to me. My wife Denise and I have been married for about six years. While we met in college, we didn't actually start dating until a year or so after graduation. Ironically in college, I dated her roommate and she dated one of my fraternity brothers. When we finally met again after college she was on a break from a guy and things just sort of came together for us. We were engaged about a year after we began dating and married just after I started my own firm. I write computer programs and create software applications for several prominent companies in the Southeast United States. While I have only a dozen major clients, it has enabled Denise and me to enjoy a very comfortable lifestyle. She works as a realtor and does very well with her easy going and likeable personality. Not to mention the fact that Denise is a stunning woman. Denise is 5'2" with gorgeous long brown hair. I've told her she reminds me of that actress that played on Charmed -- Holly Marie Combs. I even joked that she had cast a spell on me the moment we met and I have been smitten ever since. Things went great with the two of us until the fourth year of our marriage. We had both agreed we didn't really desire to start a family. Nothing against children, but both Denise and I really enjoyed not having that additional responsibility. But something began to change and I felt her becoming more and more distant. Perhaps much of it was me as I began devoting more time to my work. Our company client's dependence on technology and the growing marketing solutions available on the Internet created more business than I could physically accomplish. I hired a very talented young woman out of college to be more of the liaison to our clients while I spent the bulk of my time creating the computer applications and web based programs. Lynn, my marketing representative was a natural at analyzing the company's needs as we built a flowchart for the technology solution. I then wrote the software and created the portals while she trained the client on how to apply them to their existing systems. It was a great team. While Lynn too was a striking brunette, I was very careful not to mix business with pleasure and kept our relationship strictly professional. About four years ago, we moved into a really nice development where Denise & I met two people that would forever change both of our lives -- Cynthia and Frank. Frank was about ten years older than me and owned a Mercedes dealership in town. Cynthia was eight years younger than Frank and owned an upscale women's salon and spa. To say Cynthia was gorgeous would be an understatement. She could easily be a model with her long blonde tresses and lean legs. Frank and Cynthia had a nice pool behind their house, secluded by a brick wall with an abundant nursery of beautifully sculpted hedges and flowers. They had a grounds crew that came in once a week to tend to the variety of flowers and bushes which adorned their back yard. The four of us really hit it off and spent considerable time lounging out by their pool or relaxing on their spacious deck. While I enjoyed their company, I could not help but notice that Cynthia was a take charge woman from the start with Frank acquiescing to her requests. They seemed to have a strong marriage but there was no doubt who wore the pants in the family as Frank catered to her needs, did most of the cooking, and seemed to be at her beckon call. Sometimes when my wife Denise would point out how attentive Frank was to Cynthia, I responded either she must have something on him or he was just one pussy whipped husband. There was something about him I just couldn't put my finger on. It wasn't that he was effeminate or sissy acting, but it did strike me he could be someone who played both sides of the field. On one of the many occasions Neesy (my pet name for Denise) talked about how Frank did this or took care of that, I brushed it off that it wouldn't surprise me if the marriage was a sham and Frank was gay and his wife some dominant dyke who was really carrying on affairs with her clients down at the spa. While I thought I was being funny, Denise found no humor in me making fun of our neighbors with her growing friendship with Cynthia. Our sex life had always been out of this world. Neesy was no angel when I married her and definitely was the more experienced between the two of us. It really turned me on when she recounted some of the stories in college when she and some of her girl friends had three ways with guys they brought home. I knew she and some of her sorority sisters engaged in girl-girl encounters and I really got worked up when I had her describe her having oral sex with another woman. Sometimes during sex, Denise would recount the instances that one or more of her sorority sisters would get together. As I was going down on her, she would share how she had some inexperienced female pledge eat her pussy, just as I was doing at the time. She had a "Big Sister" assigned to her in the sorority. It was she who had seduced her to girl-girl sex and would often take a strapon to my wife. It turned me on so much for her to tell me about the older coed fucking her while I worked her over with my rod. We would both cum hard at all of our oral banter and role playing. We talked often about bringing another person into the bedroom although it never happened. Occasionally she asked if I would ever consider allowing another man to join us. Perhaps having sex with him. I could not believe she had even considered that. While I loved the thought of seeing her with another woman, and had no issue at all with her bisexual past, there was no way I was going to have sex with another man. I can't really place a date on it, but it seemed that things sort of changed about two and a half years ago as we had sex less and less often. It was almost as if Neesy were just going through the motions. Looking back, I recall now one afternoon that she wanted to use one of her "toys" on me. She wanted to stick her vibrator up my ass. While I enjoyed having anal sex with her, I drew the line at her doing that to me. She even went so far one night to playing with my butt while she was giving me an unbelievable blowjob but I made her stop. When she reasoned that I might like it, I can't recall exactly what I said but it was something to the tune she had been hanging around with Cynthia too long. I'm sure she had put this crazy thought in her head as she was likely in there banging her pussy whipped husband with a strapon every night. Then one afternoon, my life came unraveled. I arrived home to find a note on the kitchen table. It was from Denise who explained things were just not the same and she needed time to sort her feelings out. The letter read that she felt things were missing in our relationship. She loved me but there were just things that I couldn't do or wouldn't do and it was selfish of her to try to make me change to be the person she wanted me to be. She wanted some time on her own to reflect on what she wanted with her life. Then the bombshell.....she had met someone. Someone who filled in those blanks. Who answered her needs -- another woman. She pointed out that she had discussed this with Cynthia and our neighbor said maybe time apart might help. She wasn't sure she wanted to end our marriage but she needed to discover where she was with her life. The letter ended, "Eric, I love you as much now as the day we married. I cannot imagine a life without you. But right now I need time to think. Please don't contact me right now. Give me space. Perhaps if things are meant to be -- I'll be back. If not, life is much too short to live wanting something you just cannot have. Regardless, know that I will always love you. I know this is all so confusing. Please try to understand. Neesy." My hands trembled as I read and reread the letter. "Wanting something she could not have? Someone who filled in the blanks? Another woman?" I made a drink as I tore through the house wondering was this a joke. Our furniture was all there. Everything as she had left it but there were clothes missing from her closet. Winter items still hung on their hangers, cosmetics on the counter. At least she hadn't packed everything. Maybe this was a temporary thing. Perhaps a week or two to come to her senses. Cynthia! The letter said Cynthia and she had talked. I tossed back my drink and bolted out the back door to our neighbor's house. Frank met me at the door as he studied my wild look. I pushed past him, not waiting for him to invite me in, as I raced to the kitchen where Cynthia was having dinner. "Where is she?" I demanded. "Where is who?" Cynthia shot back. "Denise! The two of you talked. She said you were the one who said she should leave," I exclaimed back thrusting out the letter hanging limply in my hand. Frank had walked into the kitchen and sat down at the table where he had been sitting eating dinner before I arrived. Cynthia read the letter, scanning the document, almost as if studying it for some code, some trace of subtext. "So, she did it," Cynthia muttered as she handed me back the document. "I wasn't sure she would go through with it." "You knew she would leave? The two of you knew that and you didn't tell me?" I shot back incensed that I had been betrayed by the couple I called friends. "Eric, the two of you haven't really been happy in some time. At least Denise hasn't...and she's told you as much. If I could be so blunt," she began looking straight into my eyes, "and I'm not looking to hurt your feelings. But you haven't really made Denise priority one in your life." Without even letting her finish I retaliated, "I'm out busting my ass to make a life for the two of us. We have a nice home, cars, look at the life she has... to come and go as she pleases. She doesn't even have to work if she doesn't want to. I know I spend a lot of time away, working, but that's the price of this. I mean it's not easy," I continued as Cynthia just stared back. "Eric. Even now, you're not listening. You can't even open your eyes to what she's written you. Its not about the house, the cars, the trips, the bank accounts. It's about her -- what she wants, what she needs. Again, I don't mean to pile on right now. Knowing how you must feel. But even now you're responding with how you feel." Cynthia continued, "You are a really good person. But I have to say knowing the two of you the way Frank and I have for two years none of this surprises me. Denise needs more than a caretaker, more than a companion...a roommate. She needs a lover. Someone who fills her basic needs and desires. Someone who, as she describes in her letter, fills in the blanks..." "And you're saying I'm not her lover," I replied back. "Not the lover she's looking for Eric," Cynthia retorted. "I've spent a great deal of time with Denise, and we've chatted. From what she's described, your love life is what you need...not what she wants." "You two talk about our sex life?" I questioned back. "Of course," she smiled. It was the first break of tension in the room. "We talk about it a lot. What you do, what you don't do." "Don't do?" I interrupted. "What the hell are you talking about?" "Look, it's not my place to get involved. Frank and I don't want to get between you two," Cynthia responded. "Sounds like you are involved...and been giving my wife advice. Bad advice." I shot back, a touch of resentment in my tone. "See there you go. Someone else's fault. Never your own. It's always about you Eric. That's the problem. Denise turned to another lover because she couldn't get her needs with you. She didn't want to hurt you but she didn't get what she needed from you," Cynthia explained. "And what's that? What exactly is she looking for?" I questioned back. "Something that perhaps you can't give her Eric. It's not your fault really. It would require changes. Changes that I don't think you're capable of making," she went on. "And if I changed...if I changed the way she wanted..she'd come back?" I asked. I searched Cynthia's face. She looked as if she was going to speak and then looked down, back at the kitchen table. "Look, Cynthia. I know we haven't always been close but I love my wife. I love her more than anything in the world. I know I'm not the easiest guy to live with and perhaps I have been taking Neesy for granted, but I can change. I know I can make her happy," I reasoned. "But Eric, you miss the point. It's not another man she's fallen for. She's having a relationship with another woman. Someone who is giving her something that perhaps you can't," she explained. "Like what? The sex? Exactly what can a woman do that I cannot?" I said back. "Well, first you'd need to know what a woman can do that a man cannot. You see Eric, you see everything through your eyes. What you have known. Not how Denise sees them. You need to open yourself up to feelings you've never shared. Be willing to experiment in ways you have never been willing. In essence change from the man you are to someone totally different and I'm just not sure you can make those kind of changes," Cynthia shared as she took a sip from a glass of Merlot. "And if I did? If I did change. If I could become more the man she wanted, she'd come back? She'd come home?" I responded almost as if a plea for help. "Again you're not listening sweetie. Its not a man she's looking for. She loves you...but she needs you to become the woman you can be." "Woman? I can't be a woman," I scoffed. "No sugar you can't. No question you are a man. A handsome man at that. But you can find a softer side. A side of you perhaps you never knew. I'd be willing to help you. Frank and me both, but you'd have to commit totally. Do everything I say, no questions asked," Cynthia was explaining before I interrupted. "And if I did. If I did the things you say, you could get her to come home? You'd tell her I'd changed?" I questioned. "If you had changed," Cynthia replied back. "But it won't be easy for you. I know you well Eric and I just can't see you adapting...giving in." "Cynthia please, I'll do anything to get her back! I love my wife. I feel so empty without her. She's my whole world. Please help me," I pleaded. Cynthia studied me. I could feel tears well up in my eyes. I couldn't remember the last time I had cried but I felt a tear roll down my cheek as Cynthia took my hand in hers. It was warm. Aside from our initial handshakes and the occasional peck on the cheek when we said hello, I don't think she had ever touched me before. Not in the two years we had known each other but something in her touch, the warmth of her hand, made me feel at ease. "Frank, get Eric a drink... Jack and water right?" she said with a smile. "Yea," I said nodding wiping the tear from my face. "Okay, I'll help you. Because I love you both and I want this to work but understand, you have to leave the old Eric right now. All vestiges of who you were when you walked through our door tonight are gone. I'm going to help you see things as Denise sees them. It will be a new world for you. One in which you will be extremely uncomfortable at first, but you'll see what it is you can be if you let go. But you have to do exactly as I say and everything as I say, do you understand?" she intoned. "Yes, I understand," I replied "And you understand that Eric is gone. You might be Eric at work, to your employees, your associates...but not here. Here you're Erin," she informed me. "Erin?" I shot back. "This is about you seeing through the eyes of a woman. Feeling what a woman feels. Remember, you're not competing against a man for your wife's love. It's another woman. If you want her back, you have to show her, demonstrate to her that you can be that other woman. That which she needs to fill in the blanks remember?" Cynthia explained. I was really lost. How the hell was I going to feel like a woman? Frank walked up and handed me my drink that I gulped down. It was cold, wet, and I had nearly downed it before setting the glass on the table. "So, can you do that? Can you be Erin?" Cynthia asked. I noted a glimmer in her eye that I hadn't seen before. "I'm not really sure what you're asking me to do," I answered back. "I'm asking you to make a commitment to do everything I ask. You do what I say, when I say it, and I'm confident I can get your wife to return. I'm sure of it. Is that what you want?" she asked again taking a sip of her wine. "More than anything," I pleaded. "Then I want you to get down on your knees. Kneel down here on the floor," she commanded. What was she asking me to do? Beg? Was I supposed to beg her to bring Neesy back? None the less, I slipped down from the chair onto my knees facing her. "Now face Frank. Frank, stand right here," she said pointing to the floor as Frank took up a position in front of me. "Erin, I want you to unzip his fly and remove his cock." I couldn't believe she had just asked me to touch another man's dick. It was one thing to call me by a girl's name but to ask me to touch him. No fucking way. "Are you kidding? You don't mean...you're not thinking about me doing him are you?" I shot back as I stood up. "Well, that didn't last long did it?" Cynthia scoffed as she took her wine and raised it to her lips. "Listen, Cynthia, this is too much. You can't expect me to do your husband. That's crazy shit," I reasoned. "No problem Eric. We were just trying to help," she said softly taking a sip. Pausing a couple of seconds, she broke the tension. "Look there's a nice lady down the road. Denise and I were just starting to get to know her. She's just recently broken up with her husband. Perhaps I can introduce you two," she went on. "Are you setting me up?" I said almost incensed. "You want me to ask this other woman out?" "Look, I was just trying to make this easy for you. For both of you. If you're not willing to be the person Denise is looking for, perhaps you might both be served best by moving on," she countered. "I don't want to move on," I rang out. "I want my life back!" "You don't get it do you," Cynthia stated. "That life is over. I offered to help and you don't want to be helped. Once again, it's all about Eric. Perhaps it's best you leave." I stood up and turned to go back out the door. Her words still playing in my head. My feet felt like lead as I lifted one, then the other. I turned to face her, it was a moment I will never forget. "If I do what you say. Exactly what you say...you're sure, Denise will come home?" "I've already answered that," Cynthia replied back. "And, who would know? I mean, who would know what you're asking me to do?" I questioned. Cynthia smiled. She had a way of disarming you with her smile. "Just us sweetie. The three of us...and Denise of course. She needs to know what you are willing to do to get her back." "And doing gay things with your husband...you would tell her that?" I asked feeling a hard lump in my throat. "Sweetheart. Your wife is at least bi if not a lesbian herself. I think she asked you once if you'd be willing to do that for her, didn't she?" Cynthia queried. "She told you that?" I asked almost in disbelief Neesy was sharing our bedroom chatter. "That and much more. But you said no. Numerous times. Once again, it's what you want not what she wants. She asked if you'd be willing to do that. Eric told her no. Now, now you have to show her. Are you willing to go down on another man if she asks? Can you do that now?" Cynthia said back to me. I couldn't believe what she was asking me to do. But I knew how much I wanted my wife back. She had asked me about having sex with another man. It came up quite a few times and I always replied indignantly the same way -- no fucking way. My Bizarre Life Change Ch. 01-02 I admitted it turned me on thinking about her with her sorority sisters in college. I enjoyed the role playing and talk in bed. Sometimes she pretended I was her lesbian girlfriend as I fucked her, often with her legs thrown over my shoulders. The more she compared me to her dyke lover, the harder I fucked her. The girl's name was Diane and she called her "Dee". As she urged "Dee" to fuck her, fuck her with her big cock, my mind could picture the two of them together. My wife lying under this gorgeous older coed. Their breasts sliding together as Dee kissed her and Denise kissing her back. As I kissed my wife, she would seek out my tongue, sucking it into her hot mouth. I imagined it was Dee's tongue as the lesbian lovers embraced. The session would end with me launching load after load into her hot pussy which seemed to tighten around my member. Denise would stare into my eyes, a broad smile on her face as we kissed and held each other tightly. I looked at Cynthia and then at Frank as I turned and sank slowly to my knees. My hand was trembling as I held the top of his shorts with my left hand and undid the fastener and then tugged the zipper down with my right. He was wearing briefs under the shorts and I tugged both down to his knees before sliding them to his ankles. He then kicked them both off. His cock sprang into view. I couldn't help but notice that he shaved smooth the pubic hair from his cock and balls. Both were completely hairless. His cock seemed huge and his balls hung low from his shaft. Not that I've seen a lot of cocks in my life but down at the gym I'd seen my share. Frank was at least as big as anyone I'd ever seen. "Very good Erin," Cynthia remarked reverting back to the name she had given me. :Now stroke his cock. Take his member in your hand and feel what another man feels like. Frank's dick nearly filled my hand as I nervously wrapped my fingers around his shaft. It was warm and soft to the touch. Denise began then to give me lessons in giving head as she instructed me to kiss the head of his cock, parting my lips and allowing the crown to slip into my mouth, between my lips. I stared at his cock. The large pink head, the veins which ran down the thick shaft as I began stroking my first dick. Something I never imagined I would ever do. I couldn't believe what I was doing. Everything seemed so surreal - like it was someone else. I felt my stomach tighten and my mouth felt dry as I moved my hand back and forth. I could hear Cynthia's voice in the background, urging me on. Telling me to kiss it. Kiss his cock. I moved my head forward, inches at the time. I didn't want to. I wanted to stop. But I knew I had to do what Cynthia was asking. No more second chances. Then I felt Cynthia's hand on the back of my head. Pushing it down, closer and closer until it closed on Frank's cock. My lips touched the warm head. I remained frozen as they grew accustomed to the satin soft skin under my lips. "That's right baby, kiss his cock. Show it love," Cynthia instructed as I finally moved my lips. Moving slowly up and down as I covered his dick with small kisses. My lips growing wider with each kiss, tasting more and more of his member. "Open your mouth angel. Open your mouth and take his cock," Cynthia commanded. I knew I was past the point of turning back as I parted my lips allowing Frank to ease his dick in. Cynthia still had her hand on the back of my head, pushing it down, further and further on Frank's penis "That's right sweets. Let him fuck your mouth. Use your tongue. Suck his cock," Cynthia chanted as Frank picked up the pace. "That's the spirit. Yea, just like that," she went on. Here I was on my knees giving head to my neighbor as his wife instructed me to slide my tongue along the shaft, to suck on his balls, licking, sucking. All the while jacking his shaft between my clenched fist. "You like that don't you Erin. To feel his hard cock swelling in your hand. To know you're getting him harder. You like the feeling, the power you have over his cock...don't you?" Cynthia asked. I was almost in a trance. A world of my own as I continued to suck on his cock which I tried to take deeper and deeper in my mouth. I couldn't get over how large he was. Cynthia removed her hand from my head as I now worked my mouth up and down on my own. I had resigned totally. I was sucking my neighbor's cock and what's more I was enjoying it. I liked doing it. I liked the feeling of his warm dick sliding over my tongue. "He tastes good doesn't he sweetie. You like that meat in your mouth. You like sucking on my husband don't you sugar. Your very first cock," Cynthia kept on. I didn't reply back but found myself nodding my head as I slurped loudly on his dick. I did like it. It wasn't nearly as bad as I thought it might be. Actually, I was enjoying it a lot, as Frank wrapped his fingers in my hair and guided my head back and forth as he fucked my mouth. His groans let me know I was doing a good job as I was careful not to drag my teeth along his thick shaft which filled my mouth. "Stand up Erin. Stand up and strip for me," Cynthia commanded. I slipped my shirt over my head as I unsnapped my jeans and pulled them down. I had slipped off my shoes and with no socks it left me in just some Polo briefs. "Now those," Cynthia ordered. I hooked my thumbs into my waistband and pulled them down and then off as I stood slightly embarrassed before my next door neighbor completely nude. "Oh my," Cynthia sighed as her gaze rested on my member. "Denise told me honey but I thought she was joking." I was puzzled at her comment. "Your equipment sweetie. Not to hurt your feelings but your dick. It's rather small," she said matter of factly. I could feel the embarrassment on my face. "I don't know about that. No one ever complained before," I said feeling defensive. I knew I didn't have the biggest cock in the world, maybe average, perhaps five inches. I never measured it but certainly I felt I was never lacking." "Don't get all defensive sugar. I mean, your dick size has nothing to do with why Denise left you. It's just, well, Frank step over here," she directed. Frank stood beside me as she took both our dicks in her hand. Her hand felt good on my cock and I felt it stir with her touch. She held the two together. Frank's cock was indeed much thicker and several inches longer than mine. I would have never admitted it but mine was much smaller compared to his. "That's a cock sweetie," Cynthia smirked rubbing Frank's dick along mine, rubbing both together. It was a weird feeling having her rub our two cocks together. Her gaze ran from my dick to my chest as she rubbed her right hand along my stomach, my chest while continuing to hold both our dicks with her left. "You don't have much downstairs but I love your chest, and you have pretty little nipples." Her fingers pinched my right nipple drawing a gasp as I felt my knees buckle slightly. "Oh, look how sensitive. That's nice," Cynthia purred as she tweaked and pulled at my nipple. "Look Frank. See how hard his little nipple gets. These are a delight," she kept on as she rubbed her hand to the other giving it equal treatment. "Wonder how they taste?" Frank bent down and drew one of my nipples in his mouth. He licked all around and then drew it all in his mouth sucking, flicking the nip with his tongue. I groaned loudly. "I think we found a sensitive spot on Erin. She loves having her little nipples played with. Erin, these are precious pet. They remind me of mine when I was a little girl. The way they draw up. They're so pretty. Do they taste good Frank?" Frank groaned an affirmative as he continued his assault. No one, not even Denise had ever given my nipples such attention as Cynthia and Frank continued to lick, pull, and tweak. "Look how excited you get. You really like having your nipples sucked by Frank don't you sugar," Cynthia purred. I looked down to see my hard on waving back and forth. I also couldn't help notice even as erect as I was, my cock was still dwarfed by Frank's now limp penis. "Why don't you get down there and finish giving Frank head baby," Cynthia said as she pulled tightly on my nipple. I didn't have to be asked twice as I sunk to my knees, taking his cock back in my hand and slipping it between my lips. It felt great between my lips and this time there was no hesitation. Cynthia had slipped behind me on her knees as well. She continued to squeeze my nips, her hot breath on the back of my neck. "That's it. That's a girl. Suck his cock. Take him deep. Use your tongue. Lick his balls baby. Show him how much you worship his cock. That beautiful cock. That's a real cock Erin. Not like that little thing you have. See how if feels in your mouth. You like him fucking your face don't you angel," Cynthia chided. I groaned back as I continued to lick his member, sucking his balls in my mouth. "Oooom, that's so nice," Cynthia purred. That's right, suck his balls into your mouth. Lick his nuts with your tongue. Cynthia rolled my nipples in her fingers and I could feel my own dick straining as it bobbed back and forth below. Frank was groaning as I licked and took his wet member between my lips. His balls seemed to tighten and I wondered whether he was close to cuming. That answer came quick as he grabbed my head and pulled me tightly to his crotch. I tried to pull back but Cynthia was behind me, moving her head directly behind mine. "Take his load Erin. Swallow his load and let him know how much you love his cock," she urged. I wanted to back off but couldn't as I felt the first spurt hit the back of my mouth. I swallowed as he shot load after load into my mouth. I felt some of my own saliva mixed with his semen dribble down my chin and around the sides of my mouth as Cynthia pinched and pulled at my now raw nipples. Finally Frank pulled his cock free of my mouth as he wiped his cock across my lips, my face, coating my cheeks with a mixture of his salty cum and my spit. "That's so sexy," Cynthia chimed in as he continued to wipe his cock across my face. "Oh my, you look like a little cock slut. A sexy little cock slut." "I bet our little cock slut needs a cum of her own. Would you like that angel? Cynthia inquired. I simply nodded as Cynthia instructed me to ask Frank if he would do me. I didn't ask Frank for a blowjob, I simply repeated what Cynthia had said and asked if he "would do me?" Frank slipped to his knees and took my already hard dick into his warm mouth. I was amazed at how good it felt. Frank seemed to be an expert cocksucker and easily took my whole dick in his mouth. His lips touched the base of my stomach as he took my cock in and then moved his lips across the shaft. I loved Frank's warm fingers gently massaging, holding my balls as he pulled on them. Frank had perhaps been giving me head for ten minutes when Cynthia instructed him to stop and retrieve a glove and her lube. She told me she was going to massage my prostrate. She had me position myself on two of the dining room chairs, legs spread as I rested my elbows and upper torso on the table. She rubbed my ass as Frank returned with a latex glove which she slipped on. "This is what Denise wanted baby. She wanted a little bit of Eric's ass but you wouldn't give it up would you?" I didn't say anything back. Your little Neesy loves to fuck a little pussy. She's told me that. She's hooked on it. The only way she's coming back is if you give her a little pussy....your pussy." Cynthia kept rubbing my ass as I felt her squeeze the lube down the crack of my ass. Working her latexed finger into my hole. This is your pussy and you're going to give it up to me. This is Erin's little pussy and you want me to fuck it don't you baby? Tell me. Tell me what you want me to do," Cynthia instructed. "I want you to fuck me. Fuck my little pussy with your fingers. Take it. Make me cum," I groaned back. I couldn't believe the things I was saying. Surrendering my ass to this woman. Referring to my own ass as a pussy. Letting her call me Erin. But I was so horny. I had to cum. I wanted to cum. I felt her finger invade my tight hole. I had never had anyone touch me there. Yes, I had a doctor perform physicals and stick his finger in my rear. But never for enjoyment. Now here I was asking this woman...my neighbor to take me like that. Spread eagle across two chairs as she fucked my ass with her finger, and then fingers. Probing deeper and deeper as she rubbed the inside of my ass. I felt my dick twitch and looked down between my legs to see it hanging limp with precum forming at the tip. Cynthia kept rubbing her finger inside my chute. I felt a sensation like I wanted to cum and pee at the same time. Cynthia saw my expression. "That's your prostrate baby. Your own little g-spot. Feels good doesn't it?" Cynthia said softly. She kept working her finger in and around my ass, going deeper, inserting several fingers as she widened my hole which grew more and more accustomed to her invading hand. It felt uncomfortable at first but gradually I came to really enjoy her fingers as she continued her assault on my ass -- my pussy. Frank had taken up a position beside my face and I didn't have to be told, I simply slid his cock back into my mouth. Moving my lips up and down on his slick shaft, I sucked on his cock with abandon as his wife fucked my pussy with her fingers. Frank would remove his cock and I sought it out hungrily, aching to put it back in my mouth - to wrap my lips around his stiff rod. Just minutes before I had refused to give him head, now here I was sucking his cock, licking his balls like I had been doing it all my life. Once again I saw his testicles tighten up and I knew it was a matter of time before he rewarded me with another thick load of his cum. "Cum for me Frank. Let me have that hot load," I moaned. That seemed to send him over the edge as he launched a steady stream into my hungry mouth. This time I lapped it all up refusing to let any leak out of my mouth. Even when he had finished, I refused to give up his cock as I licked it, continuing to take it back into my mouth as it started to grow soft. Cynthia too was working over my little bottom as she rubbed my prostrate. I humped back at her fingers which probed and rubbed at my little button. I felt the familiar twitch, the tell tell sign of an impending ejaculation, but instead the semen seemed to leak out of my penis, gathering in a little pool on the hardwood floors of their kitchen. My dick swung back and forth, hanging limp, in total surrender to Cynthia's massage of my prostrate. I have never had such an intense orgasm without actually ejaculating before. Cynthia, seeing the reward of her efforts, pooled on the floor, removed her fingers and slapped my bottom. "That was good sweetie. You've been here what two, maybe three hours and look how far you've come!" "Now tomorrow, I want you to swing by my salon around four. We actually close at noon but Angela will be there to help you," Cynthia instructed. "What am I doing there?" I asked. "We begin the next step in our journey. Angela will know what to do. You just be there by four and when you're done, you come right back over here. You and Frank will make dinner," she added. I returned to the house, undressed and lay down in our bed. The bed that I had shared with Denise. I grabbed her pillow and held it tight to my body. I sobbed into the fresh linen pillowcase realizing what I had lost but what I hoped would return. I knew that I would do anything for her to come back. I wasn't sure what was required but I knew deep down, faced with the alternative, I would do whatever Cynthia required. Chapter 2 I stayed pretty quite at the office and said little to either Ann, our receptionist, or Lynn who could tell something was amiss. I explained that Denise and I had a bit of a tiff and I was still depressed about it. She eventually let it go and began talking about a new client but my mind was a thousand miles away. At 3:30, I announced to both I had an appointment and hustled down to Cynthia's Salon. I wasn't sure if Cynthia would be there or not and was surprised to find a very attractive blonde who couldn't have been much older than 21 or so herself. She introduced herself as Angela and told me she was expecting me. Angela had already flipped off the sign in the front that indicated the spa was open and closed the curtains and locked the door behind me. She led me to a back room where she asked me to undress and then leaving a towel out for me instructed me to take a brief steam bath. "I want to loosen up your pores but don't overdo it. Perhaps ten minutes and then meet me back in the room where you undressed. I did as instructed and really enjoyed how relaxing the hot steam was unwinding me from the tense day I had. When I felt I had taken all I could, I wrapped the towel around my waist and waited for Angela in the darkened changing room. Angela asked me to lie on a table as she rubbed lotion all along my feet, toes, legs and upper thighs. She had me flip over and do the other side as well. She told me she'd be back in ten and that the lotion might tingle just a bit but it wouldn't hurt. True to her word, she returned about ten minutes later and this time directed me to a shower. She already had the warm water running as I made my way under the streaming hot water. As I washed the sweat from my upper body, I couldn't help but notice the clumps of hair which began to gather at my feet. As I rubbed the wash cloth along my lower legs, hair just lifted off on the white cloth. Soon all of the hair on my legs was complexly removed. I was startled when Angela poked her head through the curtain to check on my progress. I covered myself below and was embarrassed until Angela said to relax. "I have a great many male clients. I may look young but I'm a professional. I'm glad to see the depilatory worked. That will save us some time. After I stepped out of the shower, Angela returned me to the room where we had been. She began to apply some type of oil on my chest, around my nipples, my lower stomach and down around my crotch. She explained I was to be waxed per Cynthia's instructions. I had heard Denise talk about waxing and I certainly enjoyed her smooth pussy. But I also heard it was painful and I wasn't looking forward to Angela ripping out my body hair. The procedure wasn't quite as bad as I had thought. The secret Angela said was to go with the direction of the hair follicle. Another trick she explained was to get the pores open and allow the oil to seep in so she was pulling out the hair not the skin. In any case, it still smarted a bit when she worked over my crotch leaving a red patchy area where my pubic hair had been. Angela then applied shaving cream and removed the last remaining hair from my balls and around my cock and anus with a razor making sure to use a new blade and careful not to nick my sensitive areas. She also shaved under my arms until all the hair on my body, save my arms and head, was completely bare. Angela had me shower again just to rinse off the shaving cream before toweling me dry. I wasn't used to a girl patting me dry but Angela took special care of me. She led me to a darkened room and had me lie on a table again. It was lit by just a few candles and the soft sounds of the beach as waves settled on the shore broke the silence. This time, not only was I completely nude, I was hairless. She began to apply warm oil to my feet as she worked her hands over my foot, squeezing my toes, pulling on the digits as she massaged the bottom of my feet working up to my calves and then thighs. I had never had a massage before and lay limp as she rubbed my legs and then back as she worked her hands into my back muscles. My Bizarre Life Change Ch. 01-02 "I'm not our regular masseur but I have a pretty decent knowledge of her technique," Angela explained. "Cynthia said you've had a rough couple of days and I needed to get you relaxed." Angela's warm hands gliding across my back as she coated on the warm scented oil felt wonderful as I melted under her touch. She worked her fingers into my neck, pushing into my muscles, gliding up to my scalp as she massaged away the tension. As she moved down my back to my ass, I unconscientiously parted my legs. I half hoped she would slide her hands between them as she squeezed the cheeks of my ass between her young fingers. I felt her squeeze oil directly from the bottle onto my butt as it seeped between my cheeks. Her hands now worked between them, probing, gliding across my anus, until I felt her finger lightly, ever so gently push at my asshole. Last night, the touch was foreign to me. I had refused to allow anyone to invade that area, but here I was actually raising my hips off the table hoping she would go further. To push into my opening. She squirted more oil onto my ass and again moved her hands, pulling my cheeks apart, exposing my hole to her view. I could only imagine her staring down at my asshole, inviting her, wanting her to touch me there. Perhaps she was reading my mind because I felt her finger push in drawing a gasp from my lips. She hesitated, just a little, checking my reaction, before going just a little deeper. When I didn't object she pushed two, then three fingers into my ass. My butt moved up to meet her thrust. She knew the effect she was having on me as my dick started swelling on the table under me. She worked two, then three fingers in, spreading my hole open, pulling it wide. I felt her thumb, then both as she worked my hole. It felt awesome, a sensation I had never known before as my cock lay under me on the table. It felt like my whole bottom was on fire. Her hands would glide over my cheeks, then pull them apart before she again drove her fingers in, plunging them into my waiting bottom. This young girl was fucking my ass with her fingers and I wanted it, wanted it more than anything. She squirted more lube between my cheeks and again worked her fingers in. Pushing what felt like all of her fingers in my hole. Harder and harder, she sawed back and forth At first there was some resistance but eventually my anus gave way and I felt her hand slide deeper. She had buried her whole hand in my ass up to her tiny wrist. She moved slowly as her fingers twisted in my hole, growing more accustomed to her invading hand, my ass widening to accept her. My ass raised up from the table as I was on my elbows. I looked down to see a huge wet spot on the sheet where semen was leaking from my cock. She had literally fucked the cum out of me as she fisted my bottom. It was a term that I would become very familiar with over the next few months. Eventually she asked me to flip over and I looked at her face as she took in my cock which was now fully erect. She started back down at my legs, working her way back up, skipping my genitals altogether as she rubbed the oil into my shoulders and upper torso. When her hands slid over my breast, I must have gasped when her fingers closed around my nipples. I could feel them harden under her touch as she squeezed and pulled at them, covered in the warm oil. "You mentioned you had quite a few male clients," I said breaking the silence. "Yea," she shot back. Mostly for hair appointments, but also quite a few for waxings," she smiled. "You'd be surprised how many guys these days prefer the bare look. Especially athletes," she added with a smile. "Athletes?" I inquired back. "Yea, swimmers, divers, cyclists..alot of body builders," she said continuing to work my upper chest and nipples with her hands. "And a good share of cross dressers too." I wondered just what she knew about me. Obviously Cynthia had instructed her to shave me. Wax away any remaining hair and the massage. Angela's hands moved further and further down my stomach. My dick was aching as I hoped she would continue there, perhaps give me a good hand job. As Angela moved her hands around my crotch, I tried to will my dick closer to her hands. I guess she could tell what I was up to when she stopped the massage altogether. "You want some release don't you?" Angela said with a smile on her face. "More than anything. You've really got me worked up," I answered back. "Listen, I want to. I really do. I mean its almost like I'm teasing you but Cynthia was really clear. She wanted me to give you a good rub down paying attention to your ass and breasts but under no circumstance was I to touch your dick," she added with emphasis staring at my penis which throbbed in hopes of a good hand job. "She also said to tell you, you weren't to do it either. Once you've had a good massage, you're to dress and head straight over to her house. Besides, from the look of my table, seems you've already climaxed." Her smile left me breathless. She was right. I hadn't actually ejaculated but I had left a massive wet spot on the table that I had been lying on earlier. Angela stepped back and looked my body over. "Your clothes are in the other room. Oh, and Cynthia said to wear this." Angela held out a red satin thong. My heart was beating loudly in my chest as I took the panties from the young girl's hand. When Angela left the room, I stared in the full length mirror on the wall. For the first time I saw my hairless cock and balls, without public hair since I was a young teenager. I slid the panties up my legs and cupped my balls and dick into the small pouch. The string in the back sliding up my ass. The garment felt so weird. As I opened the door, Angela was outside at a sink washing her hands. She looked back at me as I walked back into the changing room wearing only the red thong. Cynthia had said the secret would stay with just the four of us but already the circle was getting wider with one of her employees. While I should have felt embarrassment, shame, all I could feel was resignation. I remembered Cynthia's words, "you'll do exactly as I tell you." I pulled up my pants, slipped on my shoes and pulled on my shirt and in moments was headed up front where Angela was waiting at the door. As she unlocked and opened the door, Angela stood on her toes and placed a soft kiss on my cheek, "Good night Erin. I'll be seeing you soon." Angela smiled and I saw her eyes sparkle as I felt my secret was still safe between us. When I arrived at Frank and Cynthia's, Frank met me at the door and ushered me in. Cynthia was quick to have me undress and model my new piece of wardrobe. Both were thrilled with my smooth body and Angela's handiwork. "Go ahead and slip those clothes off sweetie but leave on the present I left for you. I want Frank to see," she teased. I stepped out of my shoes and removed my socks, then pulled my shirt over me head and removed my slacks. It left me in the bright red thong which tightly cupped my balls and cock which strained against the satin fabric. "Oh that's precious, "Cynthia said as she motioned me over to her where she was seated in the living room. Cynthia ran her hand over the cheeks of my ass, my stomach, over my abdomen to my chest. "Very, very nice," Cynthia purred as she tweaked a nipple causing my knees to weaken as I groaned lightly. Cynthia pulled my panties down just below my balls and rubbed my cock which grew in her hands as well as my now hairless balls. "She really did good. You are so smooth. Don't you just love the look angel," she said softly looking up at me. "Isn't this much nicer now without all that hair," Cynthia kept on. "So did Angela see you with your panties on," Cynthia said with a little devilment in her voice. "Yes," came my rather meek reply back as I looked down rather than back at her piercing eyes. "Did that embarrass you love?" Cynthia pressed. "No. Not really. I mean when she first saw me naked in the shower, but I guess I sort of got used to it. She made me really comfortable. You told her didn't you? About me?" "I had to sweetie. Angela's going to be working with you. She's very confidential. One of my best girls," Cynthia went on. "Did she give you a spa treatment as well?' Cynthia inquired. "That was nice. I've never had a massage. It felt good...really good. And she did me down there," I stated back. "Did you? Did what to you honey?" she asked. "She rubbed my bottom like you did," I explained looking at her. I saw the look on her face and knew instantly she was waiting for something. "My pussy. She rubbed my pussy like you did. Fucked me." "Good, very good. I'm glad she took care of you. And did you cum? Did our little angel cum?" she pressed. "Yes, she really worked me over. She got her whole hand in there. She used a lot of lube on me. It hurt a little at first but her hand slipped in. I've never felt anything like it" I exclaimed almost like a little kid with his first discovery. "Fisted you baby. That's what you call it. She fisted our little Erin. I knew she had little hands but I'm surprised you could accommodate her. That's really good and I'm glad you liked it. That makes me very, very happy," she added. Frank and I spent the next hour with me in my panties making dinner for the three of us. Afterwards, I spent the evening giving Frank head while Cynthia again played with my ass. Before I left to go home, she gave me three different vitamins she said would continue my transformation into Erin. Over the next few weeks, Cynthia began replacing my briefs and boxers with a variety of panties, thongs, and teddies. I began to feel accustomed to slipping into the garments she laid out for me and thought nothing of walking around in their house in satin nighties. Cynthia had me move in with them and made one of the spare rooms my bedroom. I still had my house next door but rarely went home except to check on things. The vitamins she was giving me certainly had an affect as I began to gain weight particularly in the hips and ass and around my upper chest. My nipples had become darker and swollen and were much more sensitive to the touch. When I pointed this out to Cynthia, she confided they were female hormones. My hair too had grown much longer than I normally wore it and she encourage me to let it grow. After a few months, when it almost touched my shoulders, she had me pull it back in a pony tail. By this time, I seemed to be much more sensitive, finding myself crying during some of the movies we watched. Cynthia reminded me it was just a side effect of the hormones. Usually every three weeks or so, I would go in for another waxing with Angela. Always after store hours and she would give me my massage. I realized she wouldn't touch my dick but I really enjoyed it when she massaged my prostrate. She would run her fingers in and out of my ass, working my prostrate with her little fingers. She almost always lubed me up and ran her hand in and out of my bottom, often leaving a small puddle of semen on the massage table. After just a few trips, her hand slipped easily into my hole. Some of that was due to the plugs Cynthia was using on me at home. While I was never permitted to have intercourse with Cynthia, one evening while Frank was away she undressed and allowed me to suckle from her breasts, planting kisses all over her nipples, which I licked and sucked. Then she had me lick her juicy pussy. I had never seen Cynthia naked and she was beyond beautiful. Her breasts, 36C's, were gorgeous on her curvaceous 36-22-37 frame. She had large pink nipples which she loved me to suck on. Her pussy was not shaved entirely like mine. She had just a tuft of hair at the top of her mound. But her skin, those lips were velvety smooth. Licking Cynthia's pussy and sucking on her breasts became a regular activity but she never reciprocated on me. It never occurred to me then, but this was never done in front of Frank although she often encouraged me to provide him a blowjob as well when I was with him.. Just as often, Frank would often have oral sex with me and I began to love the feeling of him sucking my cock and licking my balls. While I didn't want to admit it, I think Frank was much better at oral sex than any woman I had ever been with. One evening when Angela was providing me a waxing and spa treatment, she introduced me to Suzy who was there to give me a pedicure as well as do my fingernails. Suzy painted my toenails a bright red but was instructed to apply a clear coat on my hands. Angela also lightened my hair at Cynthia's instructions. I was so excited when I arrived home to show Cynthia and Frank my nails. But it was me who was surprised. Cynthia had gone out that day and purchased a matching thong and bra set. Red just like my little toes. I had never worn a bra even though I had on many occasions worn the teddies that Cynthia purchased for me. Though it was an A cup, my little breasts had grown enough to fit snuggly in the bra. Once I was dressed, Cynthia took some photos as she had all along. She said she was making sure that Denise could see my progress. Cynthia said Denise was very excited and was going to call me at the end of the week. It was the first time in nearly four months that we were to hear each other's voice although Cynthia had passed on messages from each other. Cynthia told me to go to my room and wait for her there. I did as she asked, laying in my bed waiting. When she walked in, I was startled to see her wearing a red robe similar to the bra and panties that I wore. "Erin, you've come such a long way. You're so very pretty and tonight is going to be so special. Tonight you become a real woman. Do you want that?" Cynthia asked softly. "Yes, Cynthia. Make me a woman. I want to be a woman," I shot back. Cynthia removed her robe and hanging from her waist was a large flesh colored dildo. I knew what she intended as she had been using a variety of dildos, plugs, and vibrators on me for months. She looked stunning as she stood before me. Her long blonde hair falling at her breasts. Her nipples already erect and excited as she took in the scene of me laying there waiting for her to take my virginity. Her cock held in place by a black strapon pulled tightly in place. I gazed upon my mistress whose own nails were also painted a bright red on her fingers and toes matching mine. Cynthia pulled down my thong, sliding it off my feet, and asked me to spread my legs as she coated her cock with lube and knelt between my outstretched legs. Cynthia's cock teased my opening and then pushed in as she guided more and more of the rubber phallus into my lubed pussy. Once her cock was buried deep in my hole, I wrapped my legs around her back and pulled her in tighter and tighter. We fucked for several minutes until she withdrew and asked me to close my eyes tightly. I felt her get off the bed momentarily and then just as sudden, she again knelt between my legs and repositioned her cock to my waiting hole. As she pushed in, I recognized immediately a difference as I opened my eyes to see Frank had taken her place. It was Frank who now worked his cock in and out of my ass, my little pussy. He pushed the bra aside and bit down on one of my puffy nipples which he sucked and teased. "Now sugar, now you're a complete woman," Cynthia said standing off in the corner of the room watching her husband fuck me. "Oh yes Frank, fuck me. Fuck my hole. Fuck me good," I cried as he bucked wildly, driving me into the bed. "You look so sexy Erin," Cynthia beamed as Frank's thighs slapped against mine. "Fuck him. Let him fuck that little pussy." It was then that Frank placed his lips over mine. I didn't even think as his tongue pushed into my mouth and I sucked on it with wild abandon. This man who I had been giving head to for months. I had never kissed him. Now our tongues sought each other's out, our lips sliding together. "Cum for me baby," I moaned in his ear. "Fill me up with your hot load baby," I urged. Frank tore into me. Pumping wildly as if possessed. Then in a loud groan, she shoved hard and I knew then he was seeding me with his first load. He tensed and thrust time and again, pushing as deeply as possible. Finally coming to rest and collapsing on top of me. I looked over to see Cynthia smile, walk out the door, and close it behind her. Frank and I lay there for several minutes as he held me. Our arms holding each other tightly. Once again, I felt a tear rolling down my cheek. I'm not sure how long we lay like that but eventually both of us fell asleep. Sometime during the night I felt his cock sliding between my legs and I parted them, letting his huge cock again fill my hole. No lube was needed as he again found his mark and worked his cock slowly back and forth in my backside as we lay together in a spoon. He reached around and slid my bra over my tits as he rubbed and tweaked my nipples. I felt him sucking on my neck, turning my head and placing his mouth over mine. The next morning when I woke, I walked into the bathroom to find bruising all over my neck and chest. Little hickey marks where he had been sucking the night before. Cynthia thought it was funny but I was very self conscience as I made my way into the office. In all these months, my receptionist Ann had said nothing about my radical changes but Lynn was a different story. On more than a few occasions she had asked me what was up with the new look, the long hair. I had also seen her staring at my fingernails, noticing the clear polish that Suzy had applied. I kept brushing away her comments and business seemed to take center stage. As promised, I did get a chance to talk with Denise. Her voice almost seemed like a memory as I started to cry on the phone. She asked how I was and we both said we missed each other. Denise said that Cynthia indicated that I was almost a completely different person and she was looking forward to seeing me soon. I was so happy to hear that she was looking forward to seeing me. I kept pressing for when and she promised me soon. Over the next few nights, Frank would leave Cynthia's bedroom and come into mine. We would spend hours making love as I sucked his cock or we fucked. Sometime with him on top but just as often with me doggie style or riding his big dick. Frank would suck my dick as well. Licking my balls and around my ass. Just like Cynthia, he referred to my ass as a pussy - his pussy. While I enjoyed having him cum in my little hole, I loved more kneeling between his legs and drinking his hot juices from his shaft. Sometimes we would kiss with his semen still in my mouth as we traded his cum back and forth. The hormones were definitely having an effect on me as my hips were much rounder, softer and my bottom had filled out. Most noticeable were my puffy nipples and my breasts which were beginning to form little mounds of their own. Cynthia in particular loved my nipples and insisted they be trained. She had a close friend whose breasts produced too much milk after her pregnancy requiring them to be pumped often. Cynthia had borrowed this device, actually two plastic tubes which attached to a hose and then feeding to a pump. Cynthia would attach the tubes to my nipples which were sucked into the tubes. My nipples had become quite sensitive and I almost came just from the suction. She would keep the pump on for about 15 minutes every few days as my nipples grew longer and longer. They were actually as big around as my finger and as much as an inch and a half long. Frank loved sucking on them and I enjoyed having him lick and suck on my breasts for hours on the couch. I was now wearing my panties and bra under my work clothes into the office. My nipples were very prominent even through the padded bras. The bras were front hooks and I always wore thick shirts which were slightly larger than I had in the past. I was careful not to wear tight fitting tops which might betray me. If I wore a colored bra, I always made sure to wear the same color shirt. My Bizarre Life Change Ch. 01-02 I often wondered if Lynn, my marketing rep, knew that across the desk from her I was wearing a thong and bra set, my toes freshly painted pink, red, or burgundy. While she never said anything, I sensed she detected the smell from my lotions and the soft scent of perfume. I wondered if it was only a matter of time before I was caught. Back home at Cynthia and Frank's, it was pretty common for me to be dressed in my teddy or bra and panties sitting on the couch making out with him in front of his wife. She would smile her consent as we kissed, his tongue buried in my mouth, as he felt up my tits. One night, Cynthia came home from the salon to find me planted between Frank's legs on the floor while he sat on the couch watching television. I was sucking his cock, taking his huge member between my lips. "You've really become insatiable haven't you pet?" Cynthia laughed as I looked up at her but never allowing his rod to escape my mouth. I was proud I could now take him deeper, although not all the way down my throat. Cynthia just smiled as I jacked off her husband, taking his load in my mouth and swallowing it down. Frank loved it when I finished by coating my lips with his semen, wiping his huge cock across my face, my lips. The sluttier I acted, the more turned on I made him. It was about the sixth month I had been living with Cynthia and Frank. Frank had again made the trek across the hall to my bedroom where I lay waiting on him. We made love as passionately as ever, his cock buried deep between my legs as I sucked on his tongue, invading my mouth. Frank's arms smothered me as I felt complete with him. As his cock moved in and out of my pussy, I stopped the kiss and looked deep into his eyes. "I love you Frank." The words just popped out of my mouth. My whole body felt on fire. His eyes searched mine. Then he lowered his head back down in my neck. His lips touching my ear. "I love you too Erin," he moaned softly. What started as a way to get my wife back had ended up with me falling in love with my neighbor -- another man. I had done all this for Denise. Allowed Cynthia to dress me as a woman. Even to go so far as to take female hormones which were now resulting in my tits actually beginning to grow. I was supposed to see through a woman's eyes. What she felt. What she needed. What I hadn't counted on was feeling this way about Frank. But he made me feel like I had never felt before. While I loved Denise, I knew too that I loved Frank in a way I had loved no other. I wasn't sure what the future held, but I did know I was Frank's woman and nothing would change that.