Shemale TGirl Stories * Chapter 3

* Chapter 3 * Madam's Personal Guest

We stayed together as late as I dared Sunday night but I had to get back for finals on Monday.  It was hard to say goodbye but we each had our own commitments and I'd be seeing her again the following Friday.  As I drove back, I thought about that whirlwind weekend and I was happier than I had ever been.  By Thursday afternoon, I finished exam week confident I'd keep my 4.0 grade average and when I left the classroom, two hot looking sorority girls came over to me and said, "We're having a party at the house on Sunday Kim and we'd love it if you'd come."

"Gee, thanks but our last gig is this weekend so I won't be here."

"But you guys don't play on Sunday do you?  You'll be back by then and the party doesn't start till five.  Come on, we promise you'll have fun!"

"No, really, I can't make it.  Sorry."

With pouting expressions, Mary and Liz each ran a finger over my chest and through the buttons of my shirt.  "Awwww..., are you sure?  It's the last party before everyone goes home for the summer and a lot of the girls want to see you before leaving.  I know I do."  "Me too," echoed Liz.

That sorority seemed to have a penchant for making casual sex a hobby.  It was a boy's fantasy if they liked you but I was no longer interested in anyone except Kari.  "No, I can't.  I really have to work at the ––"

Just then, a group of jocks walked over and one of them pushed me against the wall.  "You asshole fag," he screamed in my face, "I hear you fucked Tina.  Is it true?"

"I.., I don't know what you're talking about!"

The girls tried to step in but he pushed them away and grabbed my throat.

"Now she's talking about sensitivity and manners.  What'd you say to her asshole?"

"Nothing...!  I don't know ––"

"You lying son of a bitch, if I ever see or hear that you even talked to her again, I'll rip that pretty faggot face off and stuff it up your ass.  Don't you ever go near my property again!  Got it...!"

Then he knocked me down with a punch to the side of my face and turned to leave.  "Fucking faggot bitch," he muttered.  One of his buddies laughed and said, "You should transfer to some other school next year if you want to live bitch!"

The girls knelt down to see how badly I was hurt.  "Kim, are you all right," asked Mary running a finger over my swelling cheek.

"Yeah, I'll be okay."

"Now you know why most of us don't date the jocks here," said Liz.  "Property he called her, that's how they all think.  They're the assholes!"

When I stood up, I felt dizzy for a second.  I shook my head and felt my cheek.  Liz saw my anger welling up.  "Don't even think about getting back at him Kim.  He's almost a foot taller and twice your weight and the bastard's not worth it."

"Don't worry Liz, I wouldn't be that stupid.  Besides, school's over for this year.  Ouch, that hurts!"

"I can nurse you back to health Kim," said Mary.  "I'm pre-med, remember?"

I laughed remembering the fun I had had with Mary and Liz but Kari filled my thoughts with something more, something unique and wonderful.  "I'll bet you could Mary but I've got a lot to do."

"Well..., okay then.  Guess we won't see you till the fall."  Then they hugged and kissed me.  Suddenly, they looked at each other.  "Liz, did you notice what I noticed?  Something’s different!"

"Yeah," said Liz.  You...? Then they both chimed out, "Kim, have you found someone?  You've never kissed us like that before."

My face turned red.  "I..., well..., it's ––"

They looked at each other and burst out with, "Kim is in love!"  Then they hugged me.

"I'm so happy for you," said Mary.

"Me too," added Liz.  "We've always had fun with you but every, well…, almost every girl in the house has worried about you all year!  You just never seemed happy."

"This is great!" said Mary squeezing me and then they started with, "Who is she?  Do we know her?  Is she a student here?"

"Come on..., love...?  I just met her last Friday and we spent the weekend together.  I don't know if we'll ever have any kind of ––"

And Mary finished my sentence with, "Relationship!  Kim's got a relationship.  I knew it!  Kim, you are in love!  Wheeeeee...!"

Then, with a pouting expression, Liz whined.  "Your face lights up when you even think about this mystery woman.  Guess you aren't going to play with us anymore..., are you?"

"I..., you know..., um, I don't know."

"Yeah, you don't know but we can tell."

All I could do was grin as they hugged and congratulated me.  At least some of the girls at school really were my friends.

Later in my apartment, I wandered aimlessly through the two rooms and wished I was doing something, anything, with Kari.  Is this just some new sexual experience that I'll get bored with, or is there something more to this feeling that I don't understand?  I stared out the window, thinking.  Those apes don't treat the girls any better.  No wonder there are so many lesbians.  They don't have to put up with so much shit.  Then, in the bathroom, I stared at my reflection in the mirror.  I don't look like those guys at all and I'd never act like them.  Jerks!  After undressing, I looked at my reflection again, this time, full length and turned back-to looking over my shoulder.  I could be a girl..., if I wanted.  No, then I'd really have to put up with men's shit.  Guess I'd have to be a lesbian.  That would be cool!"

As I had done so many times in the past, I mentally slapped myself for thinking that way but this time, the feeling of shame was overshadowed by the thought of Kari.  Being with her for only three days had filled me with something I thought didn't exist..., happiness!

During my shower, I looked at the shampoo and soaps I used.  They were all women's products.  And I liked them!  That worried me.

Sooner or later she’s going to figure out just how screwed up I really am and dump me.  I rinsed out the shampoo and looked down at my body.  I really do look like a girl..., except for that!  I held my cock and said, "Did God put you on the wrong person?"

That aching sinking pain in my stomach kept getting worse while I lathered my body.  I could imagine Ginger telling Kari how much of a repulsive freak I was.  She'll really hate me now and I'll probably never see her again.  The shower felt good on my face and I stood there letting it wash away my tears until I got past the horrible emotions of guilt and rejection.  "Face it Kim," I said out loud, "except for being a play toy for a few sorority girls on their way to having a real life, you're never going to mean anything to anybody.  You're just what those jocks said you were, a fucking faggot freak bitch.  Get used to being alone asshole and get on with whatever shit life you have left!"

When I got out of the shower and looked in the mirror, I shook my head and sighed.  "I've got to get hold of myself.  Music, go to the college and play for awhile.  Quit feeling sorry for yourself and get into some sounds!  Music doesn't care how wretched a person you are."

Suddenly, my thoughts were interrupted by the doorbell.  I wrapped a towel around my still dripping waist and ran to answer it.

"Hi Kim, I couldn't wait till tomorrow night!"  My face instantly lit up.  It was Kari.  "She hugged me and said, "Oops, you're all wet!  And you've gotten me all wet!"

"I'm sorry," I said pulling away from her.

"I'm not.  Now I'll have to get out of my wet clothes.  Um, can I come in?  You're towel just fell off.  If someone comes by and sees you, I won't want to share you with them."

"Oh, damn!" I blustered as I bent down and grabbed it but Kari just laughed.

"I hope it's okay that I came here today.  Did I interrupt anything?"

Tears started to run down my cheeks as I stood there with a towel in my hand looking into those bright blue eyes completely oblivious to the still open door.  Suddenly, some kids blew their horn, whistling and yelling as they drove by, but I stood motionless, crying, staring at the person who had won my heart.

"Kimmy, I don't know what's wrong but, don't you think we should close the door?"

"Oh, yeah..., the door..., God I'm so happy to see you Kari!"

"Me too but, what's wrong?  You're crying and, oh my God, what happened to your face?"

"Nothing, everything's fine now."

"That bruise looks fresh.  Who did this?"

"Just one of the jocks trying to impress his friends, school's over so he'll be gone by Monday.  I'll put some ice on it.  It'll be fine."

"Then..., can I have a kiss hello?"

"Kari, you can have anything and everything I can give you."  Her eyes opened wide when I said that and I immediately freaked.  "Oops, sorry, I'm sure you don't want some needy clinging jerk saying something like that.  Ah-hmm, so, how did you know where to find me?"

With a sad expression, she put her hands on my face.  "Now you're worrying me Kim.  I came because I couldn't wait to see you again.  Gina told me where you lived and that you didn't have a phone so I just took a chance.  Please tell me what's wrong.  This is more than just a bruise."

"I'm sorry.  I guess you just caught me right after I had time to think about things.  Maybe it's just the stress from finishing finals but, I really am happy to see you."

We sat on the couch, me in my towel and she looking like a superstar model while she straightened my damp hair with a finger.  "What you said Kim, about giving me anything you could, did you mean it?"

Her eyes were yearning for the truth and I couldn't lie.  "Yes, I did.  I'm sorry if that's not what you want to hear but it's the truth.  I'd give anything to be with you!"

She kissed my bruised cheek and whispered, "But Kimmy, that's exactly what I want to hear.  I was afraid I couldn't compete with those sorority girls, you know, they're still young and I'm not."

"Did Gina tell you about them too?"

"Ha!  She didn't have to.  Ginger's daughter Liz is one of those girls and I bled her for information.  She told me all about how they like to, what did she call it..., play with you?"

"Kari, listen, I don't know what Liz said...," –– I can't believe she told you!" –– "anyway, look.  I know the person with the most power in a relationship is the one who cares the least but I don't care.  Or, well, yes, I do care!  You said you didn't know what I did to you last week but I don't know what you did to me.  All I've been able to think about is you and, yes, I would do anything..., anywhere, anytime just to be with you.  I..., I think I..., ah-hmm, well, maybe I've said ––"

She interrupted my verbal blubbering with a sudden deep passionate kiss and my towel started to look like a tent.  She glanced down and grinned.  "I think I can fix that problem if you let me."  The next thing I felt was her mouth kissing, licking and devouring my cock and, within a few minutes, I was spent, trembling with electric jolts in every part of my body.  Ummmm...," she purred, "you taste as good as I hoped you would."

All I could do was smile and try to catch my breath.  I pulled her up, kissed her, held her and basked in the glow of pure happiness.

"Do you have a lease on this apartment," she asked a few minutes later?

"Just for the school year, it's up at the end of this month.  Why?"

"And then what, will you be going home?"

"Ha, no..., my father could care less if he ever sees me again and I don't ever want to see that town again.  The guys in our band graduate this year so I don't know where I'm going yet."

"I have an idea.  You're playing this weekend, right?"

"Yeah, it's our last gig together."

"The work is finally done on my house.  Want to see it?"

"Your house...?"

"Uh-huh, you said you'd do anything, so come back with me."

"I'd love to but do you really mean that?  I mean, you've only known me for a weekend.  I don't want to be a burden."

"How many hints do I have to give before you realize how much I want you?  And I'm not a twenty year old sorority girl who's just playing until she graduates.  This is my life and I want you to be part of it.  Look, come, stay with me.  No one can predict the future but if it doesn't work out and you want to leave, I'll understand.  I promise.  Will you come?  Please...!"

Once again, tears started to run down my cheeks and I managed to utter a soft "Yes".

"I hope those are tears of joy Kim because you've just made me very happy.  Come on, let's get your stuff but, please put on some clothes before I rape you right now and we don't have time."  With her hands on each side of my face, she growled, "Ooooo, you are so beautiful!"

When we went out with my suitcases and books, she opened her trunk.  "What about my car?" I asked.  "I know it's not much but ––"

"We'll send someone to bring it.  Don't worry.  It'll be okay.  Put the keys in this little magnetic box thingy and we'll leave them under the bumper.  I'll call on the way."

It took almost two hours to get to her house and, when we pulled through the gates, I stared at a huge mansion at the end of a long driveway.

"Is that your house...?"

"Yeah..., I know, I overdid it.  I guess I was trying to fill my life with things and it was never enough.  But I think it'll be different now."

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Shemale, TGirl, The best of both worlds.

Kimmy and Kari are at it again... Oops... I should have said, Still!

"It was a wonderful day," said Kari as she skipped through the door and hung her raincoat on the old maple rack next to the grandfather clock. "All the girls were there and we sat by the fireplace, drank champagne and talked for hours about our sex lives. And, oh-my-God, you should have heard Chrissie complain, complain, complain about her boyfriend and how so jealous she is of me!"

Kimmy's eyes opened wide. "Y-You didn't tell them that I'm a.... Kari, did you tell them about me?"

"No Sweetie. I would never do that. But it was absolutely hilarious when she said that if she was a lesbian like me, she'd be a lot happier and totally sexually satisfied..., all the time! If she only knew. Oh my beautiful Tgirl ladyboy shemale love of my life, if she only knew I have the best of both worlds, she would totally die of jealousy!"

A sigh of relief escaped Kimmy's lips as Kari pulled her close and whispered, "Oh my love, I am so, so, so lucky to have you in my life. You make me tremble in ecstasy with every touch and my whole world is now such a beautiful place! I love you so much..., far more than words could ever say!

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Shemale TGirl Stories - Chapter Two

Chapter Two * Fear and Euphoria

"Shush, stay in bed and sleep," said Kari the next morning. "I'm going to shower and order breakfast." She kissed my hand, smiled and walked away and all I could think was; she's awesome!

When I finally got my eyes open and rolled out of bed, she was on the phone with room service and I couldn't resist playing while she tried to give the order. She squirmed slightly when my hands touched her shoulders and slightly more when they pulled off her towel. "Lightly scrambled," she said changing tone in midsentence as I kissed her neck and shoulders. "Yes, and orange ––" She gasped as my kisses moved down her spine. "Uh, I mean, yes, orange juice." Her beautiful ass was warm and inviting and I couldn't resist. "Yes, that'll be it. Thanks," she said hanging up the phone as my tongue moved down the valley between her cheeks. "Kimmy...?" she squealed with a laugh while turning to back away. "No, no, no, no, no..., you're not going to get me all worked up now. Take your shower so we can eat. I want to explain some things." When I straightened up, she hugged me. "God you're beautiful. I really hope you don't hate me."

"Hate you..., for what?"

Shower first. Then I'll tell you everything."

During my shower, I wondered, or more accurately worried, about what horrible thing she was going to tell me but, when I came out wrapped in a towel, the table was set with bacon, eggs, coffee and juice. "Wow, that looks delicious," I said suddenly realizing how hungry I was.

She grinned and handed me a rather short hotel robe. "I'm afraid we wrinkled your clothes pretty badly so I sent them out for pressing."

The robe barely covered my butt and left a bit of me dangling below it in front. We both looked down for a second and laughed.

"Let's sit down Kim. I seem to want you in my mouth more than those eggs but we have to talk a little first."

"Okay," I said as I pulled out her chair. "What do you want to talk about..., and what was that hate me thing you said before?"

"Here, let me fix your blonde and sweet coffee. And I promise not to suck your fingers this time..., well..., not yet anyway."

The morning sun backlit her golden hair and framed those bright blue eyes in a portrait the masters would envy but I couldn't lose myself in her beauty. It was time to talk. "Okay, now I'm nervous. What did you want to tell me?" Her face reddened slightly as she started her story.

"Kim, I just want you to know about me. My past is..., well..., I've lived through hell."

"Ha, I can relate to that! Oh, sorry for interrupting, please continue."

She chuckled and relaxed a little. "The reason I said I never do this is because I only date women. I thought I had become a lesbian but you...," she looked at me and laughed, "you did something to me last night that I've never felt before and I hope you don't hate me for what I'm about to tell you. So please listen and, if you don't want to ever see me again, I'll understand."

The idea of her being a lesbian stunned me but, deep inside, it also excited me and I must have looked as confused as I felt.

"Just give me a chance to explain, okay?" I nodded and she took a long breath. "I was in a bad marriage, a really bad one and, after I got away from him, I dated for a while and discovered that the men who were attracted to me were generally disgusting lying pigs so I spent my time with the girls. One night, a good friend sort of seduced me into having sex with her. And I liked it. After that, I started dating women so I wouldn't have to deal with hairy, sweaty, obnoxious men."

She took a drink of juice and fanned her face with her hand. I sat silent, listening. "Whew, there, I said it. Do you hate me for being..., well..., I don't really know if I'm a lesbian or not but, that's what I've done. Do you hate me?"

I reached across the table and held both her hands. "Kari, you are the most beautiful girl I've ever met and, if I had to, I'd be a lesbian just to be with you."

Her eyes welled up with tears. "Really...? But you've only just met me. How do you know––"

This time it was my finger to her lips. "Shush, maybe I don't really know, but right now, I do feel that way and I want to get to know you. Besides, how do you know you won't hate me tomorrow? I'm certainly not the tall dark handsome male model type, and I'm far from being rich!"

She leaned back and sighed. "Kim, do you have any idea how scared I am about ever making love with anyone again? I'm petrified!"

"Why?" I asked with a nervous laugh.

"Because, last night was so absolutely incredible that I'm afraid it'll never happen again!"

"There is an easy way to find out you know." She laughed and squeezed my hands.

We never did finish breakfast that morning and once again, I had to hold and cuddle her until she came down from her sexual high but I loved doing it and I loved being the one who could give such intense pleasure.

Later, I was in the bedroom getting dressed when I heard her say, "I like to be the boy". She was in the bathroom twenty feet away and hadn't spoken a word but, somehow, I heard her thoughts. I froze for a second. Did I actually hear her say that? But then, I passed it off as just another freaky notion in my confused and twisted mind.

A few minutes later, she hugged me and said, "I have to go to the office for an hour or so. Would you like to come with me?"

"That could be interesting but are you sure you want me there with you?"

"Why wouldn't I?" she asked with a laugh. "You said you wanted to know me better."

"Well, I do but I don't want to embarrass you in front of your friends."

"Kimmy..., you're not going to embarrass me at all. Besides, you might like my business."

"Okay, um, what kind of business is it?"

"I'll show you. It'll be a surprise."

When the valet brought my car around, Kari motioned me toward the driver's side and said, "Let's pick up my car, drop yours off and go to the office. And..., I'll let you drive today."

At the end of the hotel driveway, I stopped. "Where am I going?"

"Ha!" she laughed. "You don't remember how we got here from the hotel you're playing at?"

"I was distracted last night."

"So was I. Turn left."

"You had a car last night?"

"Uh-huh. But I wanted to be with you."

I smiled and started down that twisting road to get her car, and what a car it was! "It's the black Mercedes SLR," she said to the valet when he took my car to the parking area. "Now where's that ticket," she muttered searching for the errant piece of paper. "Oooo, sometimes I hate purses! I know I've got it here somewhere."

With a slight smile, the valet said, "No problem Ma'am, I know the car. Every valet here does. It's the only McLaren Roadster we've ever seen. Take your time finding the ticket and I'll bring it round."

"McLaren..., I thought you said it was a Mercedes?"

"It is. He was talking about the model. You don't know much about cars do you? Ah-ha!" she exclaimed holding up the ticket.

"Some," I said wanting to sound not too dumb. "What's so special about a McLaren?"

"Tell you what.... I'll let you drive it. Then you'll know. I was on a waiting list and it took over a year to have it delivered. It's a special version."

"That sounds expensive!"

"It was but it was a super special birthday present I bought myself.

"Speaking of birthdays, would it be rude if I asked how old you are?"

She laughed. "Ooooo..., aren't you supposed to never ask a lady her age?"

"Oh –– yeah –– right..., sorry."

"I just turned thirty. I hope that's not too old for you but..., well..., does that bother you?"

"Absolutely not," I said as I stared into her eyes. "I don't care what the number is."

She hugged me and said, "Thanks. You don't know how much better that makes me feel. Oh good, here comes my car now."

She held the driver's door and motioned for me to get in but, when I sunk into that luxurious seat, my feet didn't reach the pedals. She bent over the door to put my hand on the seat buttons and I noticed the attendant standing behind her getting very excited. I wasn't sure what she had on under that short skirt but his pants were bulging and his face was getting red. With a kiss on my cheek, she whispered, "These should get you situated. Just put it wherever it's comfortable." Then she went round and got in the other side.

Once I could reach the pedals and see out the mirrors, I leaned over and whispered, "You made me comfortable but the valet is probably going to have to take a short break. Do you always tease men like that?"

"Only when I'm happy, come on, let's go."

I barely touched the gas pedal and we took off like a shot. "Easy Kimmy, don't let her get away from you," she said with a laugh. "I told you it was special but you'll get used to it. I can tell. You, uh-hmm, drive very well."

"Ha! Yeah, that was a really dumb comment I made last night, wasn’t it."

"It wasn't dumb. You were just nervous, almost as nervous as I was. Turn here."

"You..., nervous..., I doubt that!"

"Oh, I've just learned how to hide it a little better than you." I glanced at her, questioning that statement. "Don't believe me huh? You'll see."

The car was a dream to drive and soon, we were back in the city. "Pull into the garage. The entrance is just there." She directed me to an oversized parking spot with a sign that said, Reserved - Euphoria - CEO.

I tried to turn the engine off but couldn't figure out how. "Where's the key?"

"No key, just push that button." We got out and I asked about locking it. "Don't worry," she said, "it'll do it all by itself."

"Do you have the keys?"

"No key, remember? Just this little control thingy here." She held out a small rectangular device. "If I walk away, the car locks itself and when I get close to it, it unlocks. Neat, huh...?"

"Cool! What happens if you lose this little..., what is it, a remote control?"

"Then I just make a phone call."

"Wow, that's really cool. What a car!"

"Told you you'd like it...!"

We took an elevator to the top floor and got out in the lobby of a beautifully decorated and very expensive looking day spa for women. Gold backlit lettering on the wall above the receptionist's desk spelled out, "Euphoria" and several open doorways led to various facilities. While I gawked at the decor, the receptionist handed Kari several notes. "I have to make a few calls so, let's get you a tour."

We walked down a hall to an office where a very attractive blonde woman looked up and said, "Hi Kari! What's up today?"

"Hi Ginger, this is Kim. Would you give him a full tour while I try to catch up please?"

She got up and shook my hand. "Sure, love to, pleasure to meet you Kim."

Kari gave me a quick kiss, made a little purring sound and said, "I won't be long."

"Well Kim,” said Ginger, “I'm glad to meet the one person who made Kari take a little time off!"

"Why..., is that unusual?"

"It sure is! All she's done for the past few years is work. I don't think she's taken more than an hour for herself." Then she looked at me for a moment as if studying something. "Let me show you our spa Kim. It's pretty amazing!"

We walked by a sign that said, "Enhancing the Feminine Side of Life," and past rooms equipped to deliver every imaginable kind of beauty treatment for women of all ages. "We make people beautiful," she said while pointing out various services. "And, we're medically certified."

"Wow, great business, what does Kari do here? The sign said CEO on the parking space we pulled into."

"Oh..., you don't know?"

"No, she said it would be a surprise."

"Ha! That's Kari all right, never bragging about anything. She owns this place and three others like it."

"Owns it..., really? Wow, she never said!"

"How do you feel about dating such a woman..., intimidating isn't it?"

"Yeah, I guess so. I don't know anything at all about this kind of business. I'd probably sound like a real dodo if we ever talked about it."

Ginger looked at me with a thoughtful expression and smiled. "Let's go back to my office and wait for Kari."

I was still gawking at all the artwork and posters as we traversed the entire top floor and Ginger kept silent until we entered her private office. She closed the door and asked if I wanted something to drink.

"Water if you have it," I said when I saw the fully stocked bar.

"Kim," Ginger began after handing me a bottle, "Kari told me to tell you all about her but frankly, I'm hesitant. I've been protecting her for ten years and you seem so young. Do you mind if I ask a few questions?"

"She told you to tell me about her?"

"Um-hmm, but first ––"

"Oh yeah, questions, sure, go ahead."

"Everything we say in here is confidential so, tell me, do you think I'm attractive?"

"Well, yeah, you're beautiful!"

"Would you like to have sex with me?"

That was a frequent question I got from the sorority girls but this time, my answer was totally different. "Look, you are beautiful, and if you had asked me two days ago, I would've jumped at the chance but not today."

"Why not...? I'll turn on the privacy light and we won't be bothered."

"It's not that. It's just..., I'm, uh, look, I'm just not interested in anyone else right now. And I thought you were Kari's friend!"

"How do you feel about her?"

"She's great!"

"No..., I mean how do you feel? You just refused an opportunity that most men, or boys, would jump at so you must feel something!"

"That's a little personal isn't it?" Ginger's face became expressionless as she stared at me, waiting. "How Kari and I feel about each other is...," I couldn't help but smile as I thought about her. "Well, that's between us. Besides, I've only known her since yesterday."

"Did you have sex with her?"

That brazen question shocked me. I stood up and blustered, "Okay, that's enough. I'm not going to sit here while you denigrate the girl I..., I mean, denigrate Kari."

I started toward the door but Ginger said, "Stop, don't leave...! Sorry I started off so fast but she is my friend." It was then I noticed the diplomas hanging on the wall. 'Doctor of Psychiatry', said one and the rest were 'BA's, 'MBA's and 'Board Certified'. I stopped, put a hand on my mouth and turned toward her.

"Oh boy..., was that sneaky! You were testing me weren't you?"

She smiled. "Yes, but I had a good reason."

"What..., did Kari ask you to find out if I was nuts or something?"

"No. Come on Kim, sit down and I'll tell you everything. Okay...? Truce...?"

"Okay, truce," I mumbled and, in a serious voice, Ginger began Kari's story.

"When she was married, she suffered frequent severe beatings and eventually had to have major surgery. After she recovered, she went back to school to finish her graduate degree and dated a few guys but always felt inadequate and stayed pretty much alone. That's when I met her. She came to see me for therapy but, as I got to know her, she became my best friend."

When she said best friend, my eyes widened. "Are you the one that ––"

"Yes, I'm the first woman she ever had sex with."

"Whew! Some therapy...!"

"Not therapy Kim, I dropped her as a patient before that. I felt she needed something I couldn't give as a doctor so I did it as her friend. I know she told you so I'm not giving away any secrets."

Talking to a psychiatrist about Kari was a bit overwhelming so I listened intently to every word.

"I spoke with her on the phone this morning and she told me to tell you about her. She thinks you might hate her because she's not the average typical woman but, I get the idea that you're not the average typical boy either."

"Did she tell you to psychoanalyze me too?"

"No, that was my idea. She just wanted you to know about her so, if you left, she wouldn't have to face the rejection. Sorry, but I had to learn a little bit about you first. I still protect her and she is still my best friend."

She went on to tell me how Kari had helped a doctor patent a new cosmetic procedure and used the money from licensing it to start Euphoria. Taking charge of her own life and helping other women became an obsession that occupied her every waking moment and, except for a few meaningless lesbian trysts, she rarely dated and felt empty, alone and unloved.

"I know how that feels. It's horrible!"

"I believe you do know," she said with her serious doctor expression, "and I think you and Kari have a great deal in common. By the way, do you have anyone special in your life?"

"Me...? Ha! After my mother died, my father ignored me. I was never the football star he wanted and I don't think we've spoken ten words in the last ten years."

"Any girlfriends...?"

I smiled. "Right now, one...!"

"What's she like?"

I grinned and said, "You tell me!"

Her serious expression broke into a laugh. "Ah, you got me. Of course, Kari...!"

"So, when's she going to be done?"

"Anxious to get out huh...? Okay, I'll call her."

"No, no, don't disturb her if she's got things to do. I was just wondering."

She took her hand off the phone and smiled. "And you're considerate too!"

"I just..., she's probably busy and I don't want to interrupt her or be a burden."

She put her elbows on the desk, her chin on her hands and said, "Have you ever heard about insecurity and low self esteem?"

"Yeah, I've heard of it but I ––"

Suddenly, her phone rang. "Oh I think so," I heard her say to the caller. "It went well! Sure, that'll be fine." Then she hung up. "Kim, I'd like to talk a little more when we have the chance. Are you up for it?"

"Want to see if I'm crazy huh? Sure but I don't have the money to pay what you must charge."

"Money's not a problem and I'm not the enemy. We'll set it up. Kari will let you know when. Okay?" Then she opened the door.

A few seconds later, Kari came in. "So, how did the tour go?" she asked looking a little nervous. Then she looked at me with an even more nervous expression. "And..., you're still here...."

I remembered what Ginger said about Kari not wanting to face rejection so I grabbed her hands and kissed her. "Yes, I am still here. Can I take you to dinner?"

She glanced at Ginger who held out a 'thumbs-up' gesture and let out a long sigh of relief. "Absolutely, where would you like to go?"

I got up on my tip-toes and whispered, "Anywhere as long as we can be together."

Her face lit up. "Okay but I'm driving this time! Thanks Ginger. I appreciate it."

I shook Ginger’s hand and whispered, "Thanks from me too. I think Kari's got a good friend."

She drove to a very expensive restaurant and I tried to sneak a look in my wallet as we were walking in but she caught me. "Don't worry about the bill. I've got it."

"But ––"

"Don't worry, I've got enough money."

"Oh, yeah, Ginger told me. I guess you've got enough money for anything you want."

"Does that bother you?"

"Not really but I wanted to take you."

"Money isn't everything!"

"No, but it sure helps things a lot."

"Kim, having enough money may make things easier but it doesn't fill the hole in your heart. Besides, it’s no good unless you do something worthwhile with it."

I took a deep breath and grinned. "Okay, I'm completely in your hands."

After a delightful dinner, we went to the hotel where I was playing and later that night, I spent several more hours learning how to please the girl of my dreams. For me, the world had just become a much better place.

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Shemale TGirl Stories - Chapter One

Chapter One * Music and Sex

         As they wheeled me into the operating room, I remembered playing simple one-finger songs on the piano at the age of four and feeling those happy melodic sounds resonate throughout my being.  Life seemed normal then but sometime in fourth grade, it changed.  All the boys and many of the girls made fun of my blonde hair, the way I spoke and of my slight physique.  It became worse the next few years and in junior high, I began to hate who I was, but more than that, I hated all boys.  They were cruel unruly creatures whose only goal was the degradation of anyone who didn't fit their jock-ass profile and I was their favorite target.  As a person, I was defective, an outcast to be ridiculed, but I didn’t know why.

Music became my escape.  Eighty-eight keys, each with its own unique sound and not one cared how I looked, acted or spoke.  Each note sounded without judgment and, when I played, I was flying through harmonic chords and dancing on beautiful notes of guiltless creativity.  Those countless hours of leaving the real world immersing myself in melodies of pain, love and hate eventually gave me the ability to support myself and leave my past behind but…, I was still haunted.

High school graduation was like a release from hell and, with my performing arts scholarship in hand, I rode a bus to the university wondering how I'd ever make the money for room and board not knowing the answer was only one audition away.  After completing the required paperwork, we were given a tour of the campus and a few hours of free time before the bus left for home.  That's when I wandered into an auditorium where four students were rehearsing and listened for a while as they tried to get an intro right.  When they stopped to adjust one of the amplifiers, I said, "Getting that sound with guitars is impossible.  You guys need a keyboard."

Tom, the leader, blustered back, "Yeah, right..., we know that.  Who are you kid?"

"I've played that song before."

"Hey guys," he said with a sarcastic laugh, "we have a musician!"  The others rolled their eyes but one of them, Gina, asked, "What do you play?"

"Keyboards...!"

"Well, there's the Yamaha.  Show us."

I jumped up on the stage and examined the equipment.  "This won't do it but I can get close."  I reset the controls and ran my hands over the keys to get the feel.  "What key do you want?  It sounded like B-Flat."

"Ooooo...," the guys said.  "We have a real musician here.  What grade are you in kid..., eighth or ninth?"  Then, they 'high-fived' each other and laughed..., until I played a couple of rifts.

"Here, try this."  Even on an unfamiliar keyboard, their elusive intro was easy for me and, after about eight bars, they joined in.

"Wow," said Tom.  "You're a badass on those keys kid.  Too bad you're so young.  We could sure use you."

"I start here in the fall."

They looked at each other with surprised expressions.  "Really...!  How old are you?" asked Gina.  "You look about twelve or thirteen."

"Seventeen, do you guys work or is this band just for school?"

"What's your name kid?" asked Tom.

"Kim."

"Well Kim, our keyboardist graduated and we've still got a few summer gigs booked.  Do you sing at all?"

"Yeah, but not that song, it's a tough solo."  Then, the questions started and, by the time I left for the bus, I had a job.

Two guys, two girls and me, we performed at concerts or special events and quickly developed a huge following, enough so the rates to book us shot up tenfold.  By the time school started, I had an apartment near the campus, enough money to pay for everything my scholarship didn't and, had acquired a distinct mystique.  Is that cute kid who sings and plays his ass off really a boy or a girl?

My first year of college consisted of theater, sex, dance, sex, music, sex, and yes..., more sex.  A sorority had adopted me as their play toy and every weekend was filled with meaningless trysts with curious girls who wondered about the 'boy/girl' thing.  Sex with them however, was merely a game, recreation, empty, hollow and lonely.  I yearned for more than a blur of one night stands and finally, in the spring, I met Kari.

The lounge was crowded that night and we were five minutes away from a break when she walked in.  Her short blonde hair was head and shoulders above the crowd and that black slinky dress punctuated her presence like a movie star at a command performance gala.  I was captivated, my gaze locked on the most beautiful creature I'd ever seen! Could this vision be true? Was she all that I imagined? Suddenly, the momentary fantasy of her arms around me, our lips touching, our bodies melting together into one sensual being, was broken by the sound of, "ONE, TWO, THREE, FOUR" as the count for the next song brought me back to reality.

She stood at the edge of the dance floor until we ended the set and stared at me as I got down from the stage.  I walked toward her, smiling, wondering if this would result in meaningless conversation or another empty sexual encounter.  But, there was something different this time; something that made me oblivious to everyone else in the room.  She was beautiful beyond imagination and my heart raced faster and faster as I approached.

"Hi, my name is Kari," she said before I could open my mouth.  "I love your music."

"Thanks," I said while glancing around to see who she was with.

"I'm here for a seminar in the ballroom..., with friends..., but I had to come in here and see who was making those wonderful sounds!  How late do you play tonight?  I'd like to hear more and I can be back in an hour."

"We'll be here till one but, for you, I'll make sure to wait."

"Then I'll see you in a little while," she said running her index finger down my shirt.  "It's a date then..., yes?"

"Definitely," I said with a grin realizing how dorky my previous statement must have sounded. Then I opened my mouth trying to recover but managed only to stammer a few incoherent, "Ah's" and "Um's". With a thoughtful expression, she tapped my chest, winked and left me standing there confused, anxious and hoping I hadn't scared her away.

The next set seemed to take forever but, halfway through our last one, I saw her sitting all the way back in a corner, alone.  The girls in the band saw me rushing to lock up and quietly sang, "Kimmy's gonna get laid..., again, again, again!"

"Ha! Now what makes you think that?"

Gina whispered in my ear, "Careful Kimmy, she's way over six feet tall in those heels.  You might get hurt!"

"Come on, I don't even know her!"

"No, but she knows you."

What do you mean? I've never seen her before tonight."

"She was here last night asking about you but you couldn't see past those tits you were drooling over so I told her you were available."

I didn't want to show it but my heart skipped a beat when I heard that statement.  "Gina...!  I wasn't drooling.  What did she say..., last night I mean, when you said I was available?"

"She's here isn't she?  And she's all alone.  Come on dummy, she must be interested and she's gorgeous so stop drooling and go meet her!"

I locked down the keyboards and flew across the room with a nervous fluttering in my stomach.  Talking to women, no matter what their age or appearance, was something I had become very good at but this time, it was different.  She was tall, blonde, beautiful, athletic, buxom and sophisticated; in short, the girl of my dreams.

"Hi...," she said in a soft almost singing voice as I approached the table.  "I was hoping you'd keep our date."

I smiled, sat and ordered drinks.  "I'm glad you came back.  How was your seminar?"

"It went well.  We had good attendance."

"Yeah..., what's it about?"

"Battered women, but let's talk about you.  I've had enough teaching for one week.  How old are you Kimmy?"

I thought I had gotten used to that frequent question but this time, I blushed and mumbled, "I just turned eighteen."

"Just..., when was your birthday?"

"Yesterday...."

"Oooooo...," she cooed.  "Your eighteenth birthday, we'll have to ––" But, just then, the rest of the band came to the table.

"We're going to the cafe for breakfast." said Gina.  "Are you two coming with us?"

"Oh, right..., breakfast, would you like to join us Kari?"

She smiled, looked into my eyes and breathed, "I'd love to!"

"Great! Oh, sorry guys, this is Kari; Kari..., Gina, Stan, Tom and Julie.  Give me a minute to get my stuff and I'll be right back."  I ran to the stage to get my jacket and when I got back to the table, Kari and Gina were laughing and whispering.

"What are you two so secretive about?"  They just looked at each other and grinned.  "Gina, are you telling secrets?"

"Me..., secrets about my best friend...?    Never...!"

"Sure, anyway, where'd everyone else go?"

"They went ahead to get us a table so now, you have to escort a girl on each arm."

"Ha!  And what's Tom going to say Gina?  You know how he is about you paying attention to anyone besides him."

"That's not a problem anymore Kimmy.  He's going to LA after graduation and I've got two more years here so we're all done."

"Oh..., well..., let's go then!"

When we got to the cafe, Gina pulled Kari into the seat next to her which put me across the table next to Julie.  The food was served and Kari asked me how I liked my coffee.  "Blonde and sweet" I said reaching for the cream but, before I could pick it up, she grabbed my hand.

"Let me do it for you" she breathed in that soft melodious voice and, without breaking eye contact, she added cream and sugar and then gently pulled my left hand up to her mouth and sucked my fingers.  Gina giggled, Tom and Stan rolled their eyes and Julie said, "Get a room would ya, I'm trying to eat!"  I would've replied to Julie's humorous sarcasm but I couldn't stop staring into Kari's striking blue eyes.

After talking, joking and laughing for almost an hour, we all said goodnight and Kari asked if I would give her a ride home.  "Do you mind if I drive?" she asked when the valet brought my car up.

"As you wish my Lady," I said with a gesture of my hand.

A few blocks from the hotel, she pulled onto a road that was a sports car enthusiast's dream; smooth, wide and full of snaking curves.

"She handles beautifully!" she cooed.

"Glad you like it.  You drive really well."  Then I realized how that sounded and thought, Dummy, couldn't you come up with something better than that?

With a smile at my verbal fumbling, she glided through curve after curve like a professional finally stopping at the front of another very expensive looking hotel.

"Nice place but I thought you lived nearby."

"I do," she said as the valet opened her door.  "I have a house a few miles from here but I won't be going back to it for about a week.  So for now, this is home.  Is that okay?"

"Sure but, what happened to your house?"

She leaned over and kissed me.  "Do you have to be anywhere tonight?"

"No."

"Good!  I'll tell you all about it later."

We walked nonchalantly through the lobby but, as soon as we entered her suite, she grabbed me by the shoulders and said, "You're really beautiful," and gave me a long passionate kiss.  Kari is six feet tall and, with four inch heels elevating her even more, my neck was bent backwards further than it had ever been.  Then she hugged me while running one hand through my hair and the other up and down my back.  "I've wanted to be with you ever since I first saw you," she breathed.  "And for me, that's really unusual!"

"Well I'm happy that––" but before I could say any more, she put her hands on each side of my face and slid her tongue into my mouth.

"Me too," she said with another hug and another even deeper kiss.

We collapsed on the bed and my lips finally reached her sensitive neck.  As the tip of my tongue touched her ear, she moaned and said, "Don't get me excited too fast.  I want this to last."  I started to unbutton my shirt but she stopped me and breathed into my ear, "Let me do that."

When we stood up, she unbuttoned my shirt and kissed my skin all way down to my belt and then ran the tip of her tongue back up to my neck as she gently pulled my arms from the sleeves.  "Now do me," she breathed into my ear.

This was no 'hurry up and bang me' college girl and I wanted more than anything to please her so, with the tip of my tongue, I slowly traced the center of her chest down to the belt of that slinky low cut dress and then kissed my way back up to her neck.  When I released the belt, the dress opened all the way down below her waist.  She was fragrant, delicious and I had to taste more.  Down, down, lower and lower I moved until my tongue pushed into her navel and my kisses moved down even lower.

"Oh my God," she said pulling my face back up.  "Your lips and tongue are so soft!"

She wriggled her shoulders a little to let the dress slide to the floor and revealed the most beautiful body I had ever seen.  I was trembling with excitement and wanted to feel, kiss and taste every inch of her smooth lustrous skin but she turned and said, "Take off my panties."

I knelt down, slid my hands up each leg and slowly pulled the tiny garment to her ankles while kissing her back, cheeks, thighs and calves all the way to her feet.  She knelt down, kissed me and breathed, "Stand up.  It's your turn."

My belt gave her a little trouble so I helped but then, she moved my hands away and soon had my pants and shorts around my ankles and my cock in her mouth.  With a firm but gentle push, I fell back on the bed.  She pulled off my shoes and pants and began pressing those sensual lips all over my thighs, stomach and pelvis while my erection stood straight up unattended.  I squirmed a little and said, "Oh, you are such a tease!"

She looked up and laughed.  "You have absolutely no idea..., yet," and then continued kissing, nibbling and sucking until she was on top of me breathing in my ear.  "I want you," she whispered.  "Is that okay..., do you want me too?"

I gasped out a soft "Yes" between labored breaths.  "Yes, I do!"

She rolled over and pulled me on top.  "Then show me Kimmy.  Show me what you want!"

Kari was unlike any of the sorority girls I had been with.  They just wanted a quick 'fuck' and bragging rights with their friends but this woman exuded a sensuality that was beyond anything I had ever fantasized about.  It was physical.  It was mental.  It was touch, smell, feel, desire and anticipation.  I was completely under her spell.

"I want your neck," I breathed while kissing and nibbling it.  "And your ears..., and your lips..., your shoulders..., your arms...."  My mouth sucked in her fingers, my tongue ran across her palm then back up the inside of her arm.  "And your sides," I said while flicking my tongue and sucking that sensitive spot under the armpit, "and your breasts."  I kissed a circle around them before flicking my tongue over each erect nipple and then softly traced my lips and tongue from the side of her hip, along her waist all the way up to her inner shoulder.  "I want to taste every delicious inch of you."  Then I moved back to her breasts but, when I began to suck a nipple in earnest, she gasped and pushed me away.

"Stop, stop for a second.  Whew!"

"What's wrong?” I asked a bit startled.  Did I––"

"Oh my God no," she interrupted.  Nothing's wrong.  It's way too right!  You're going to make me cum if you keep doing that.  Give me a second."  She exhaled a very deep breath, looked at me and said, "You, Kimmy, are absolutely incredible!"

Her open hand lying on her forehead looked so inviting that I ran my tongue between her fingers and around the palm.  She let out a short "Ooooo...," pulled it away and grabbed my ass with both hands.  "I can't stand anymore.  I've got to have you!"

When I entered her, she gasped but as I started to move in and out, she wailed, "Oh no, I'm too big for you!"

I froze.  No one had ever said that before.  Am I that small? I wondered in a flash of despair.  Oh no..., I knew this was too good to be true!

She grabbed my face with both hands.  "It's not you Kimmy.  It's me.  I'm sorry.  Please don't stop!  Just stay inside me and move slowly.., please..., please?"

My erection had softened a little but I started moving again wondering if this creature of my dreams would hate me for being inadequate.  Our pubic bones mashed against each other and she closed her eyes.

"Yes, that's it Kimmy, that's it.  Please don't stop.  Just..., yes..., slow..., that's it."

She still felt loose around me and I still worried about being too small but her breathing was getting heavier and her soft skin against mine was so mesmerizing that all I could feel was our bodies melting into each other.

Soon, she began to tremble and then shake.  "Oh..., Yes...!" she wailed from somewhere deep in her lungs.  "That's perfect!  Don't stop, yes, yes, I'm cumming, I'm cumming!"

Her arms went out straight on the bed.  Her stomach vibrated in little spasms.  She clutched the covers and quivered from head to toe.  Stronger and stronger it became, almost like a seizure, and I was starting to worry.

"I can't stop...!" she cried.  "Make me stop, make me stop cumming!  Please, make it stop!"

I didn't know what to do so I pressed my full body weight against her, wrapped her in my arms and squeezed.  She began to calm down and, after a few moments, her violent shaking stopped leaving her trembling in my arms.  I held her, cuddled her, stroked her hair and kept whispering, "Shush..., shush, it's all right.  I'm here, I'm here."

It took another minute or two before she could speak.  "Oh my God Kimmy," she gasped while wiping her eyes.  "I haven't had an orgasm like for.., oh my God..., ever!  I've never cum like that before.  What did you do to me?"

"I don't know.  I just ––"

"I'm still trembling.  I can't stop it!"

"Then I'll give you a massage before the glow disappears."

"Whew, a massage...?  I can't move."

"You don't have to.  Just relax."

I kissed her breasts, got up on my knees and started moving my hands in slow wiping motions from her shoulders down her torso, over her stomach and down her legs while keeping a small space between my palms and her skin.  Each time a fingertip touched, she jerked.

"Feel the energy," I whispered while matching my hands to my words.  "Feel it move down, down to your stomach, down to your hips."  I floated both hands over her sides, waist and tummy to the front of her inner thighs and then down her legs.  Little spasms continued every time I allowed a fingertip to brush her skin and her legs trembled as my hands floated around each one and down to her feet.  "Feel the pleasure...," I whispered in a breathy tone, "the calm..., the warm delicious serenity.  Drink it in and let it flow up your legs, between your thighs, into your ass, all through your pussy and then to your tummy.  It's moving up, up to your breasts.  Your nipples are tingling and your whole being is floating in a cloud of wonderful peace.  You are safe.  You are warm.  You are happy and you are content."

Her eyes were closed and her moans escaped through a smiling expression of satiation.  "Your voice is hypnotizing," she murmured.

I shifted up to my knees and floated my hands around her head, neck and ears.  "Feel the warm energy from my hands touching every cell in your body.  Feel it fill every thought in your mind.  Feel it flow all over you, in you, through you and relax in its pleasure."  Then I slowly pulled my hands away and sat back.

"What have you done to me?" she said covering her face with her hands.

I whispered in her ear, "I hope it was okay and I'm really sorry I'm too small for you."

Her eyes opened wide and, with a short laugh, she said, "Okay...?  Ha! It was awesome.  And Kimmy, you're not too small."

"But you said ––"

She put a finger to my lips.  "I said I was too big for you.  It's not the same thing."

"But––"

"Shush, I think six or seven inches is more than adequate and you did something to me I've never felt before.  It was wonderful!"

I took a breath wondering if her words were genuine or not but, being next to her felt so right that I just didn't care.

"But you haven't cum yet," she said touching my nose with her finger.  "And I want you to be as happy as I am right now."

"No, I haven't" I whispered while brushing that beautiful blonde hair from her forehead, "but feeling you..., holding you and sensing your pleasure; that was even better than having an orgasm.  I don't know how to describe it but this is the best sex I've ever had!"

She pulled me close and hugged me.  "Oh my God Kimmy, you are truly incredible!"

That night I kept waking to see if she was really next to me and wondered how such a breathtaking woman could choose to be with a boy who was often mistaken for a girl.  The truly gorgeous ones always went for the rich, tall, dark, handsome guys and, at five foot ten, a hundred and thirty pounds, blonde hair and only the slightest hint of 'peach fuzz', I was the little kid girls were merely curious about.  But she was there.  I could touch her.  It wasn't a dream and I finally drifted off into a deep luxurious sleep.

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