Family

by April

Family is very important. We need families. Our family is just as

important to me although it IS a little unorthodox by most standards.

Let me tell you about us.

I need to start a few years back. My name is Charles. I was a heady

young buck, full of myself and ready to take the world on. I had

finished college and started "the career" when I met Sharon. She was

5'4" and had a wonderful hourglass figure topped with blonde hair and

blue eyes. What she had in beauty was equaled by her intelligence and

her personality. We hit it off immediately and were soon a very

serious item. After a year or so, we decided to get married. It was a

beautiful affair with all sorts of guests that I didn't know.

We settled into the yuppie lifestyle with two careers and were quite

happy. Our life together was everything we wanted it to be. The only

fly in the ointment was the fact that I had been a crossdresser for

most of my life, but hadn't told Sharon about it. I knew that this

might cause trouble later on but I just never got around to telling

her.

Most of my activities were for personal enjoyment and satisfaction. I

never went out dressed and always dressed only when no one was around

or likely to be around anytime soon. Things were pretty safe that way.

That is, they WERE pretty safe that way.

One day I decided that I needed a day off. Sharon went on to work as

usual. I got up with her to see her off and then decided to go back to

bed. As I walked into the bedroom her red nylon nightgown caught my

eye. It was hanging on a clothes tree in the corner of our bedroom.

Suddenly I had the irresistible urge to dress. Sharon was gone and

wouldn't be home until at least lunch time. Everything seemed safe

enough. I went for it!

I pulled a pair of red satin panties from Sharon's drawer. The held me

tight and made me feel very safe and secure. They were also very sexy!

I pulled her nightgown over my head and, after admiring myself in the

mirror, climbed into bed and drifted off to sleep.

I am not very large. I am 5'9" and weigh 145. I am not especially

effeminate in appearance but not really bulky, either. What that

means, in a practical sense, is that I can fit into many of Sharon's

things since she is a size 10 and I am about a size 12. I am very

careful to identify those things which I cannot wear and to leave those

alone. Nothing is harder to explain that damage to clothing that is

obviously from being worn improperly.

As I slept, I dreamt of Sharon and me having sex as women. Later, I

dreamt of having sex with a young bartender at the local watering hole

(I've always been heterosexual). During this dream, I was giving him

head. Sharon came in and mounted me from behind to fuck me. Of

course, Sharon didn't have a cock, but dreams seldom make any real

sense.

Suddenly I was wide awake with an incredible pain shooting through my

ass! I tried to wake from my dream and found that I wasn't dreaming.

I looked over my shoulder and saw Sharon, still dressed for work except

for her skirt, crouched behind me and pumping my ass like she had a

cock! AND IT HURT!!

Sharon opened her eyes and I saw a glazed look that told me that she

was starting to cum. She focused her gaze on me and said, "This is

what you wanted, isn't it? Now, be a good bitch and FUCK ME!"

I was aghast in the horror that I had been discovered. I was in

extreme pain and humiliated at having been invaded and violated by my

wife. I was also enthralled watching her actions. I grit my teeth and

started pushing back against her thrusts. The pain started to subside

slowly and, just as I thought I was starting to enjoy myself, Sharon

screamed. I knew she was cumming and bucked against her wildly. She

screamed a couple more times and stopped, rigidly erect behind me.

Then she collapsed on top of me. After a few minutes I felt something

slide out of my ass and she fell onto the bed. It was then that I saw

the strap-on dildo that she was wearing.

I had never seen this toy before. I didn't know where or when she had

gotten it. The realization that she had mounted and fucked me while I

was wearing her nightgown and panties, and still asleep, left me

feeling ashamed and humiliated. I sat there with my head down

wondering what would come next.

Shortly, Sharon spoke, "I knew you were up to something but I didn't

know what. Kathy and I have been talking. She loaned me her dildo and

harness this morning and told me that we should try turning the tables

sometime. I didn't want to have it found in my office so I came home

to leave it here. I was angry when I found you lying there in bed

wearing my things. I decided to teach you a lesson and got you up onto

your knees. What surprised me the most was how easily, how eagerly,

you hopped right up there. I wasn't sure if you were asleep until

after I had entered your ass. Your reaction when you woke up told me

that you had been dreaming, probably about getting cock somehow, maybe

even about taking it up the ass. We need to talk."

With that she got up and left the bedroom. She dropped the cock and

harness on the floor and picked up her skirt. I lay there for a minute

or two and wondered how I was ever going to get out of this. Finally,

I got up and dressed in shorts and a t-shirt. I found Sharon sitting

in the kitchen drinking coffee.

As I sat down, Sharon started asking pointed questions about how long I

had been wearing her things and what of her things I had worn. I

stopped her and recounted my entire life as a crossdresser. I should

have done this a long time ago. I was shamed not to have done so and

relieved to be doing so now. I wondered what her reaction to my story

would be.

I had always read about "the fit." Sharon sat there with a hard look on

her face but didn't say anything. She didn't scream or throw things.

She just sat there. Finally she said simply, "I'll talk to you later."

With that she left for work again.

The rest of the day I lived in dread. Would Sharon divorce me? Would

she simply kill me? How much public shame and humiliation would I have

to endure in the process?

That evening Sharon came home. We sat in silence through dinner and

then watched TV, again in silence. Finally it was time for bed and

Sharon went into the bedroom. I followed a few minutes later, wishing

she would say something. When I got there I found a short blue nightie

and a matching pair of crotchless panties laying on the bed. Sharon

stepped from the bathroom wearing a black shelf bra and garters.

Across her hips I saw the dildo strapped on again. I figured out what

she had in mind.

Sharon said, "Well, bitch. Let's get it on!" I meekly donned the

nightie and panties. My cock hung in front and I felt extremely

foolish and totally unattractive and unfeminine. Sharon pushed me onto

the bed and started rolling me over. She had me raise my hips and

said, "Here it comes, baby!" With that she plunged the dildo into my

ass.

I thought I would die from the pain. I found myself wishing I WOULD

die from the pain. Sharon didn't stop until her crotch was firmly up

against my asscheeks. The dildo filled my belly. I wasn't sure if I

would ever walk the same again. One thing for sure, I knew our

relationship would never be the same again. Sharon started fucking me

with a vengeance.

As Sharon pushed into me she was rubbing her clitoris with the base of

the dildo. I tried to ignore the pain and concentrate on her. I

figured that this was the best way to start healing the relationship.

I recognized the pattern of her sexual arousal. She built to a climax

and came violently. As she bucked wildly, my ass hurt even more.

Finally she stopped bucking but she kept on thrusting into me. Soon

she was building again and came even more violently. She kept on for a

third orgasm. Finally, Sharon collapsed onto the bed beside me. The

dildo nearly ripped me apart as it was wrenched out of me.

Sharon was breathing deeply with her eyes shut. I stayed on my knees

trying to stop the pain in my ass. Finally Sharon opened her eyes and

said, "Well. Clean me up, slut."

I removed the dildo and harness and went to get a wash cloth to clean

her with. As I got off the bed Sharon looked at me and asked, "Where

are YOU going, slut?"

I told her that I was going to get a cloth. Sharon responded that I

was to use my tongue. I came back to the bed and started licking her

cunt.

I have never been into particularly kinky sex. I pointedly didn't

enjoy what had just happened. Still, I felt that I had seriously

wronged Sharon. Sharon meant the world to me and, if she felt she

needed to take her frustration and rage out on me this way, I was going

to go along with her ... to a point.

Over the next week Sharon basically repeated that scene three or four

times. We seldom talked between sessions and I was getting worried

that we were through. After a week, Sharon came home early. She met

me at the door dressed in a very pretty, short, wrap-around dress and

handed me a drink. We sat and chatted for a few minutes as we finished

our drinks. Then Sharon came over and kissed me on the lips. She

stayed close to my face and said in a deep whisper, "I am SO horny.

Why don't you go change and let's have a quick snack before dinner?"

Looking back I realize that I had basically accepted a subordinate or

dominated position in our relationship. I didn't ask any questions, I

just got up and went into the bedroom. I had no idea what I should

wear, but I was going to get dressed as I had been commanded.

I found a red lace gartered teddy, red satin crotchless panties, and

red thigh high stockings laying on the bed. There was a pair of black

patent leather heels sitting on the bed beside this outfit. There was

also a tube of red lipstick laying there. I changed into the teddy and

stockings. I looked into the mirror and smeared lipstick on my lips.

I stepped into the shoes. The shoes were a size or so too small and

THEY HURT! Nevertheless, I got into them and managed to walk back into

the living room where Sharon waited.

As I entered the room Sharon undid and removed her dress. She was

wearing a pair of crotchless panties over the dildo harness. I, of

course, knew what was about to happen but didn't even think about

saying anything in protest. As I approached Sharon, very much taller

than her in my heels, she motioned for me to drop in front of her. I

dropped to my knees and bent over. Sharon took me by the chin and

stood my back up on my knees and said, "Blow me first."

I took the dildo in my mouth and started giving her head. I had no id

how to do this and my misery was made worse by the fact that the dildo

tasted horrible. I found my mouth going numb after a few minutes.

I bobbed up and down on her "cock" for several minutes before Sharon

stopped me. She lifted me up onto my feet and had me bend over a

chair. I placed my hands on the arms of the chair to get steady and to

try to take some of the pressure off of my aching feet. Sharon dove

into my ass as she usually did and reamed me good. My cock was hanging

down and pressed up against the back of the chair. As she rammed into

me I found that I had the oddest sensations from the friction with the

chair fabric. Just as the pain was subsiding and I was starting to

enjoy the sensations, Sharon let out a short cry and arched her back.

I knew that she had cum.

Since she had said "a little snack" I was pretty sure that Sharon would

stop for now. She pulled out of me and walked around to my face. She

waved her cock in my face like she wanted me to suck it. I had to

refuse that.

Sharon laughed and continued walking around me. I wasn't aware of it

at the time but I was waiting for her permission to get up. Still bent

over the chair I felt Sharon's hands on my ass again. She said, "Close

your eyes, baby. I have a surprise for you." I was sure that this

surprise would involve more pain and I shut my eyes dutifully,

expecting the worst.

I felt Sharon starting to press the dildo into my ass again. This time

there wasn't nearly the pain. I felt something rubbing against my face

and recognized the dildo. I was NOT about to put that thing in my

mouth now and screwed my face shut even tighter. It didn't connect

with me that something was also pushing into my ass at the same time.

I heard Sharon say, "Come on, baby. you'll enjoy it." At that point I

realized that Sharon's voice came from behind me. In surprise I opened

my eyes and was shocked to see an honest-to-god cock staring me in the

face. It brushed against my lips and across my nose. In surprise I

opened my mouth to speak and it quickly entered my lips.

I started to bite down. Sharon said from behind, "Ooh. That's it,

baby. Have a little snack for yourself. By the way, this is Ralph.

He works with me." At the sound of Sharon's voice, I stopped resisting

and parted my lips fully. As the cock slid into my mouth and over my

tongue, I felt Sharon start thrusting firmly into my ass. I felt

Ralph's hands cup my "breasts" and support my upper body. I lifted my

hands from the arms of the chair and grasped his cock in both hands.

The world started to swim around me as I began sucking and bobbing,

trying to give good head to this man that I didn't even know. His cock

kept driving into my throat, gagging me, with every thrust from Sharon.

Ralph moaned softly for a few minutes. He soon started to breathe

harder and gasped a few times. Suddenly he let go of my body and put

his hands on the back of my head. Sharon started ramming it home

behind me and was moaning herself. I struggled to keep my body up so I

could suck and bob. Ralph started fucking my mouth faster and faster.

I felt the same sensations from the friction between my cock and the

chair fabric. Suddenly Sharon screamed and bucked wildly. Ralph

clamped down on my head and I couldn't move. I was choking on the head

of his cock in my throat and the rush of cum as it poured down my

throat. I felt myself start to cum as well. I thought I would faint.

Ralph suddenly released my head and pulled out of me. He stepped back

and started to walk around me. I grabbed the arms of the chair for

balance. I felt Sharon pull out of me. I stayed there, gasping for

breath. Sharon came around in front of me and undid the dildo. The

harness and panties dropped to the floor. As Sharon came toward me, I

felt Ralph enter me from behind. Since Ralph had just cum, I knew that

this reaming would last for a while. Sharon climbed up onto the arms

of the chair and pulled my face into her crotch. I don't remember what

all happened next.

After a time, I don't know how long, Sharon lifted me by the chin into

a standing position. Ralph was pulling on his boxers nearby. My ass

was SO SORE and my mouth was still numb. It was then that I realized

that Sharon had put something on the dildo to numb my mouth until she

and her friend were through. As the feeling started to return in a few

minutes my mouth started to hurt as well. My feet hurt from the shoes

but I didn't complain.

Sharon handed me a glass of wine and asked if I was OK. I accepted the

wine and nodded that I was ... a lie. Sharon led me toward the dining

table. I had trouble walking because of the shoes and because my ass

hurt. I moved toward the chair she had offered. I heard Sharon say,

"Hey, I like that walk. I'm going to have to get a bigger dildo and

see if we can get it better." I cringed at the thought.

Ralph and Sharon chatted easily during dinner. I was hardly spoken to

and that was fine with me. I did end up basically serving the dinner

since they quickly asked me to get whatever else we needed for the

table (salt and pepper, more wine, etc.). I did as asked and ate in

relative silence. After dinner Sharon and Ralph had brandy on the sofa

while I sat in the chair. I was still wearing my teddy and stockings.

My feet had basically gone numb from the shoes by this time.

Ralph got up to leave and Sharon rose with him. I also rose and walked

with them to the door. Ralph gave Sharon a nice kiss good-bye. Then

he turned to me and gave me one as well. Things happened too fast for

me to protest and then Ralph was gone. Sharon closed the door and

yawned. "I'm tired. Clean up and hurry to bed, okay?" she said.

Sharon disappeared into the bedroom. I managed an act of defiance and

took off the shoes. Even without the shoes, I knew that I was walking

funny. My mouth was so sore that Ralph's kiss had caused me pain. I

moved about the kitchen and got things put away and started the

dishwasher. I went to the bedroom expecting Sharon to have on another

dildo or something. Instead, she was asleep. She had laid out a soft

pink floor length nightgown and matching panties for me. Without a

word I changed and slipped into bed. Surprisingly, I drifted off to

sleep quickly.

We repeated that evening's scene four or five times over the next

couple of weeks. There was always a different man involved. Sometimes

Sharon would have me suck him first. Sometimes I would suck her first.

Once she had me eat her in front of him, then fuck her as he fucked my

ass. One time she had me lay down and she mounted me while he fucked

HER in the ass at the same time. Each time, though, I sucked a cock

and took at least one up the ass.

I came home one evening and found a fairly familiar scene. This time,

though, there were two men there. Sharon introduced them to me but I

didn't pay attention to their names. They were all sitting around

naked and I figured out that they had already been busy without me.

Somehow I didn't feel all that relieved, though.

Sharon moved toward the "the chair" and said, "You know, baby, I

thought of something that would be really neat to do..." I cut her off

with a wave of my hand. I went to the men and took them each by the

hand. I led them to the chair and, almost without thinking, kissed

them both. Part of my mind was reeling in surprise even as my body

acted. We gave and received tongues and I fondled them both into

erections. I knew that they had each recently cum and would take a

while to cum with me. I didn't want any anesthetic, I just got us into

position.

Both men were about the same size, genitally speaking. I positioned

one in front of the chair and led the other around behind the chair. I

was dressed in male attire and dropped my clothes on the floor. The

only female attire I had on was a pair of panties. I wore these as I

stepped between the man and the chair. As I pulled down the panties, I

brushed my ass against his cock. It was still erect. I smiled. I

stepped out of the panties, reached back and spread my cheeks to allow,

and to signal, access. He placed one hand on my ass and started

guiding himself into me with the other. I brought my hands in front of

me and grabbed the other man by the cock, pulling him directly into my

mouth. As I started sucking and bobbing I glanced toward Sharon,

sitting on the couch, and saw that she was thoroughly enjoying herself,

masturbating as I went to work.

I sucked and bucked for a LONG time. Finally, I was rewarded with a

mouth full of cum. I licked and sucked some more to clean him up good

and let him go. My ass was still throbbing as the other man continued

to fuck me. I could hear his breathing and knew that he was getting

there but he was certainly taking his time.

Suddenly, Sharon was in front of me. She bent over slightly took the

first man up the ass. Then he lifted her onto the chair and pushed her

pussy toward my face. I ate her as he fucked her. She bucked and

writhed, finally screaming in orgasm. As her orgasm subsided, I felt

my ass get warm and knew that I was getting a load of cum there, as

well. When all had finished, we all stood and kissed and hugged for

several minutes. I was surprised at the feelings of intimacy I

experienced at that moment.

We sat and talked for a few minutes, sipping wine and beer. Finally

the men got up and dressed and left. I don't remember who they were

and never saw them again. Still, that experience left an indelible

mark upon me. Sharon lay back on the sofa, naked and more than a

little drunk. I went into the kitchen, also naked, to fix supper.

The next evening was even more dramatic. I had always been singularly

heterosexual. My crossdressing had always been a private matter and I

have never entertained fantasies of bondage or S&M. I did not want to

be a woman (TS). I was just who and what I was. I came home from work

as usual. There was a message from my wife on the machine saying that

she would be a little late. I went into the bedroom and found a black

satin teddy laid out on the bed along with black thigh high stockings

and another pair of black patent leather spike heels. The one

rebellious act I had allowed myself was to ask for a larger pair of

shoes. There was also a pair of black thong panties.

Without a thought I put on the attire since I knew that she would have

plans that involved my wearing it. I was a little surprised and

embarrassed as my thoughts wandered to the evening ahead and I wondered

who she would have with us tonight. I wondered what his/their cock

would feel like as I sucked it and how many there would be.

I was dressed in the female attire and in the process of starting

supper when I heard the door open. I called out to Sharon but got no

answer. After a couple minutes I came out of the kitchen to see what

was up. I stopped in my tracks at the sight of Sharon.

Sharon was wearing a black leather shelf bra and garter belt. She had

black fishnet stockings and what must have been six-inch spike heels

(what we used to call "catch-me-fuck-me" shoes). She wasn't wearing

any panties. Her hair was done very differently with a lot of curls

and waves. Her makeup was VERY dramatic with bright red lips and very

dark eyes. She had a cigarette dangling from the corner of her mouth

(she doesn't smoke) and a whip in her hand. She brought the whip up

and cracked it loudly. As she did this, she commanded, "Kneel, Slut!!"

I just stood there.

She brought the whip up and repeated her command. When I still didn't

move she swung the whip toward me and started to shout again. At this

point something snapped. I caught the whip and yanked it from her

hand. I stepped toward her menacingly and started shouting myself. It

was at this point that I realized just how far we had come ... how

much things had changed between us. I didn't like what I saw.

I yelled at Sharon that I was sorry for deceiving her and that I should

have told her about my crossdressing. I said that I had gone along

with her activities since that day because I thought it was what she

wanted and that I owed that much to her. But I drew the line at S/M

and B/D. If she wanted that kind of play she would have to find someone

else. Sharon recoiled from my burst of anger and fell back onto the

couch. The cigarette fell onto the carpet. Sharon quickly scooped it

up to prevent a burn.

When I had finished I stood there breathing hard. Finally I

recovered my composure and went back into the kitchen. It was then

that I realized that I was crying.

After a few minutes, Sharon came into the kitchen. She had changed

clothes and wore the same short wraparound dress she had worn that

first evening. She looked more like the Sharon I knew and loved ...

and married. Sharon sat for a few minutes as I continued my

activities. Finally, she spoke. Sharon said that she had been very

angry with me. She was still angry, but more than that, she was

confused by what my crossdressing meant. She felt betrayed and hurt.

She had taken her feelings out on me through sexual violence. After

the evening before, she thought that I wanted to go further. She had

always assumed that crossdressers were into bondage and that I wanted

to do that. She had decided to explore that world for herself with me.

The one thing she didn't do was apologize for anything that had

happened.

When she had finished I sat beside her, still in my teddy and

stockings. I told her that I had endured the humiliation and

degradation and sexual antics she had heaped upon me because I felt I

owed her something. I could understand her feelings and could

understand that she was still angry and hurt. I still felt that I owed

her something to makeup for the pain I had caused her. However, I

refused to go any further long this path.

Sharon looked down and smiled. I hadn't seen her genuinely smile in a

long time. She reached up and ran her finger along the bra of my

teddy. "You look kind of nice in these things, you know."

"If you want me to wear them, I will. But I can't go on with the

meanness," I said.

"Wear them when you feel like it," she said. "We'll learn to deal with

it." With that I kissed her and went to the bedroom to change. We had

supper alone that night and talked for the first time in weeks.

Over the next couple of months things got almost back to where they had

been before this all started. I put on panties a couple of times but

found the memories of what had gone on flooding back. When I realized

that I was kind of wanting a cock to play with, I got embarrassed and

angry. Then I took off the panties.

After about two and a half months, Sharon called me at the office. She

had driven me to work that morning and wanted to get away when we got

off from work. She would pick me up at the office and have our bags

already packed. We would just leave from work. I agreed and started

to look forward to some time away from everything.

Sharon met me in front of the building. It was cool out and she was

wearing a mid-thing length fur coat she had. All I could see of hr

besides that was her long beautiful legs encased in white stockings and

three inch heels. I liked what I could see of her. She got out of the

car and met me on the sidewalk. She kissed me sweetly and told me to

drive. Everyone around us was staring.

We got into the car and I started moving. Sharon was casual and talked

freely about "stuff." She told me that she had made special

arrangements so this would be a special trip for us. As she spoke she

opened her coat to reveal that she also had on a "diamond" choker she

had, a white garter belt, and nothing else. As I stared at her, her

hand reached into my crotch and rubbed my growing erection. Then she

sat back and said, "Down, boy. We need to turn here."

I took the turn she directed and found us heading into the airport. I

asked why we were going to the airport and Sharon responded that she

had gotten a bonus from work (I didn't think to ask what it was for)

and that she had spent it on arrangements for our trip. We would fly

to Chicago and stay in a very nice hotel for a couple of weeks. She

had several surprises in store for us. She didn't say any more.

We got onto the plane and made the hour-long flight to Chicago. I had

to work to keep my hands off of Sharon. When we arrived we took a taxi

to a large home in what looked like an upscale neighborhood. I looked

at Sharon, puzzled, but she just smiled. "It's a special hotel," she

said.

We were greeted by a very attractive woman and our bags were taken

upstairs to our rooms. We didn't even have to check in.

We headed to the dining room with our hostess. We ordered dinner and I

noticed that there were a LOT of women there but very few men. Our

hostess had joined us for dinner (which I thought was odd) and

conversation was light for a while. Finally, as most people had

cleared the dining room, the talk turned to our two weeks there. At

this point I learned that our "hotel" was actually a feminization

academy. They called it a "Finishing School." We were there for me to

learn how to be a woman! I was shocked!

Sharon looked at me and took my hand. "You said that you felt you owed

me something. This is what I want. I liked having total control for a

while, but it wasn't what I really wanted. What I want is to have you

sometimes in a female role. Like I said, you look nice in you femmie

things."

Caught by my own words, I sat back and surrendered. I knew that this

was a redefining moment in our relationship. Whatever else had

happened could be undone or ignored. This, though, would either make

us or break us. Our hostess reassured me that things there were done

with grace and dignity. The school wasn't about S/M or B/D. It was

about taking those who had a desire to be or an abject admiration for

women and finish their education. Then she started going over the

curriculum.

I sat there looking at Sharon, not really listening. Sharon smiled and

mouthed the words, "For me."

Suddenly I was aware that our hostess, the school director, was asking

me something. "What is your name, Dear?"

"Charles," I answered in bewilderment.

"No, your femme name, Dear."

"I ... don't have one," I responded.

"Well, you will need one, at least for while you are here. Most girls

who come here already have one that they use regularly. Do you have

any preferences?"

I looked at Sharon. She shook he head. "The only one that comes to

mind is an aunt that has always been good to me. She's my aunt

Elizabeth .. we call her Beth," I offered.

"Do you like Elizabeth or would you prefer another derivative?" she

asked. I shook my head, shrugging.

Patiently, she went on, "How about Bethany?"

I thought a second. I liked it. I looked at Sharon who said, "Sharon

and Bethany. Sharon and Beth. I kind of like it."

I turned back to the director and said, "Bethany it is." I found that I

was starting to get into this ... just a little.

Over the next two weeks I was cinched and plumped and made over and

dressed and redressed. Within a day and a half I had learned how to

reshape my body (although I didn't require much of that) to provide a

more female appearance. I was taught basics of makeup and hair. I was

taught female mannerisms and made to practice these as well as walking

in a variety of situations. I was taught various "looks" which I was

made to practice, along with the walks, in the company of a number of

(rather handsome) men who worked there. What I had failed to hear was

that the goal was to get me ready for an outing on the second day.

Sharon had been busy before we left. She had packed me a bag full of

all the female attire I would need for our stay. She had corsets and

teddies, bras and panties, stockings and shoes, almost everything I

needed. What she hadn't packed were those things that I would need to

be fitted for. These included a wig, breastforms, and some specialized

items of clothing. These were provided, for a small fee, by the

finishing school.

In short order I was ready for my public debut. The plan was that

Sharon and I would be escorted by two of the men on a shopping trip.

There was one area where crossdressers routinely went to be seen. It

was there that we would shop and practice being in public. The me were

for our protection should someone decide to make a scene. They were

also to help me with instructions as needed.

The trip went without incident. I was totally fried when we got back

but I had to admit that I hadn't had a rush like that for a long time.

I had really enjoyed myself. It was no disappointment, then, when they

told us that we would be taking a similar trip the following day to

another shopping district, this one not oriented toward crossdressers.

In the meantime, I had remedial homework to do the prepare.

Sharon and I worked with a coach that evening on mannerisms, walk,

attitude, and voice. I realized that attitude and voice would be the

most dangerous for me. I was a little surprised when they said that I

had adapted to the attitude quite readily. I looked at Sharon who

smiled and sucked her finger like a cock. I understood although I

wasn't sure that I totally agreed.

There is never enough time to prepare for such a trip but we did what

we could. The next morning I dressed and made myself up all by myself.

Once finished I was given feedback from the staff and made some minor

adjustments. Sharon dressed to match me and we prepared to go out.

The same two men accompanied us on this trip as well. Again, things

went well and I only noticed a couple of odd looks which I managed to

turn away from before I panicked.

When we returned to the school we were, again critiqued and given

homework to do. I found it interesting that Sharon worked as hard as I

did on the homework. Before long I noticed a change in the way she did

things as well. Over the two weeks we worked (hard) on voice,

speaking, and vocabulary; proper attire; more advanced makeup; proper

conduct in various situations to include how to handle being read;

going to the bathroom; dancing; eating; all sorts of stuff. I can't

remember all the subjects but each built upon the previous. Before we

went over something new, I had to become proficient at the current

topic. They were careful to explain that mastery was a goal that can

only be attained by (lots of) practice.

Everyday we went out for something. We managed to visit a mall, eat

lunch at a cafe, dine in a restaurant, go out for drinks, and go

dancing. The final exam was a day-long trip that started at 9 AM. I

had to get up, bathe, dress and get made-up, and be ready for the day

in time to leave at 8:30 AM. I would go alone initially and be joined

later by Sharon, and perhaps others. I was to BE a woman the entire

time. If I got into trouble there would be people around to help me.

But these people wouldn't reveal themselves to me unless I needed (in

their opinion) their help.

I was ready in time and left the school. I drove to a public parking

lot and took the train into town. I decided my schedule and itinerary

so I went shopping in several stores and visited an art museum. At

mid-day I went to an agreed upon restaurant where I met Sharon and

another woman. We talked about how my day had gone so far and the

woman gave me some pointers on creating a more complete

impression/illusion. During lunch I had to go (very badly) to the

restroom. Sharon went with me. On the way she told me how proud she

was of me and that she had heard the staff saying what a great job I

was doing.

We did our business and returned to the table to find a handsome young

man sitting with our companion. He was introduced as John and he would

accompany us for the afternoon. We chatted for several minutes and I

found myself flirting a little with John.

Soon we left the restaurant. We went shopping some more and took a

walk by the river. John was a perfect gentleman and helped us whenever

we "needed" it. We walked arm-in-arm with John, each on a different

side, and I felt so safe and protected. I watched Sharon warm to John

and flirt with him. I found myself copying some of Sharon's mannerisms

and flirting with John as well. I'm not sure, but I think Sharon was

jealous. She didn't appear to be jealous of John's attention to me,

but of my attention to John. I think she wanted him and saw me as a

potential rival.

We met another young man while we were out. He came up and introduced

himself to us, expressing obvious interest in these two very attractive

women with a single man. I figured he was staff from the school who

was adding spice to the exam and I started flirting with him, too. I

found that it was quite easy, almost natural, to flirt, especially with

a handsome man such as he. Sharon seemed bothered and looked like she

was going to say something but John stopped her.

The young man joined our party and we spent more time by the river

walking and talking. I found Sharon starting to warm and flirt with

this new man as well. His name was Carl and he was very open and

friendly and easy to like. Son, though, I felt as if Sharon and I were

competing for the attentions of this young man. John stepped in and

started showing me more attention that Sharon and soon we were two

couples: Carl and Sharon and John and me.

We went to dinner that evening and went dancing. John was such a

wonderful dancer and I felt like I was on a cloud the entire time. I

felt myself blush when I found myself wondering what he tasted like.

Sharon and Carl were getting along quite well, too. After a while

things started to wind down. It was late and we had all had a bit to

drink. I was working to maintain my female appearance and demeanor.

Carl suggested that we all go to his place. Sharon looked at me as if

to ask permission. I glanced at John who was non-committal. I said,

"Okay."

Carl had a great apartment. It was a two-bedroom and he had a roommate

who was away for a few days. That fact hung in the air for a while

before we started talking again. It was obvious what everyone (except

maybe John) was thinking.

Carl served wine and we talked for a while. I looked at John and

caught him looking at me. As our gazes remained looked I dares

entertain thoughts and ideas I had suppressed a short while ago. After

a time I glanced around. Carl and Sharon were locked in an embrace and

it was obvious what they both had in mind. I looked back at John as

Carl led Sharon to one of the bedrooms. I reached out and touched

John's hand. He took mine in his. John stood up and pulled me to my

feet. We met in a sweet, gentle kiss that left me nearly breathless.

Then John led me toward the other bedroom.

The next morning We woke and I sat up with a start. We were still in

Carl's apartment! What was I to do. I looked around and saw John

still asleep. I could still taste him and feel him inside me from the

night before. I started to calm down. I leaned over to kiss him but

stopped. I slipped out of bed and went into the bathroom to check

myself out. Once I was satisfied that I looked suitably female for the

morning after ... and the activity ahead ... I returned to the bed.

I kissed John into wakefulness and tasted him all over again. John

took me again ... and again. Afterward we lay there in a gentle

embrace, our passion spent and satisfied.. for now. Soon we rose and

put everything back together. When we left the bedroom we found Carl

and Sharon sitting at the breakfast bar kissing. Sharon was obviously

satisfied.

We had breakfast and left in the company of John who escorted us back

to the school. We went to our room to change and join the school which

was already in session. John went to talk with the school director.

Shortly we received a critique and feedback on my (our) performance the

previous day and evening. Normally students at the school don't stay

out all evening. I questioned this since an escort had kept us out.

It was then that I learned that Carl wasn't with the school. He was

genuinely trying to pick us up! Sharon explained that she had known

this and, seeing that I obviously didn't, had moved to occupy Carl's

attention to prevent my discovery and any unpleasant consequences. The

director told me, though, that John had given me very good comments

regarding my conduct in that situation. Nothing was said about the

activities of the later evening.

At lunch w were told that our curriculum was completed and that all

that was left was the formal graduation ceremony. It was explained

that the ceremony was, indeed, formal and that we were each to select,

from the school wardrobe, an evening gown to wear to the event. We

were also allowed to invite someone to be a guest if we desired.

Sharon and I felt like kids in a candy store as we browsed the enormous

selection of gowns and dresses. I selected a floor length green

sequined gown with a plunging neckline and backline. It had a wide

slit up the front almost to the crotch. There were silver sequins

around the neck/backline and hem. I also selected a pair of clear

three inch open-toed pumps with an ankle strap. Sharon chose a simple

white satin, off-the-shoulder, tea length dress with matching pumps. I

said that she should get fancy but she felt that tonight was my night

to shine and that she didn't want to upstage me.

We went to get ready. We put on matching undies. We wore white satin

and lace panties and garterbelts. Mine had a waist cincher built in to

help with those extra special curves for tonight. We wore white

stockings with sparkles and white satin thong panties.

B y now I had a total of five wigs. One was a shoulder length

brunette, one was an ash blonde that was fairly full in style and

nearly shoulder length. The other three were all red, dark auburn

specifically, and ranged in length and style from long shoulder length

to curly nearly shoulder length to short. I chose to wear the red

curly wig. I added dangling earrings to match the dress.

Sharon helped me with my hair, nails, and makeup. I returned the

favor. Soon we were both absolutely gorgeous. As we stood admiring

each other in the mirrors, I turned to Sharon and said, "If I weren't

here with you, I would ask you to come be with me tonight." Sharon

smiled. We kissed.

As we were making final preparations there came a knock at the door. A

member of the school staff delivered corsages for both of us. After

pinning each other's on, we headed downstairs to the party.

The dinner was a sit down affair. We found ourselves sitting near

John. Soon the three of us were engrossed in each other. After the

dinner, the school director made some remarks. Then the music changed

to dance music and we started dancing. My first dance was with Sharon.

It has always felt a little odd to dance as a woman with my wife. I've

never gotten completely used to it but I do enjoy dancing with her and

the feelings that go with it.

John came over and asked me to dance. I glanced at Sharon and

accepted. We danced three or four dances before sitting down. The

last was a slow dance and John held me close. I felt my breath coming

in short gasps s his arm encircled my waist. We danced without

listening to the music. All I was aware of were his beautiful blue

eyes.

The music took a break and we sat down. John sat with us and we

chatted. When the music started again, John asked Sharon to dance.

She accepted. As I watched them glide across the floor I was envious.

I wished that it were me out there with either or both. Another member

of the staff asked me to dance and I accepted. We had a good time but

it wasn't the same.

When the band took another break the three of us went out onto the

terrace for some air. After a few minutes John turned to me and said,

"Beth, You have been one of our best students. It has been an honor to

know you. I want you to remember me and what you've experienced here."

With that he produced a small jewel box which held a gold anklet. John

took the time to bend down and put it on me.

Next John turned to Sharon and said, "Sharon, You have been one of the

most supportive SO's to come through here with her man. I have enjoyed

getting to know you as well and want you to remember us as well." With

that he produced a matching anklet and put it on Sharon. Then he

kissed us each ... first me, then Sharon. I was floating by now.

The evening ended soon after that. During our last slow dance I kept

my face very close to John's. I told him, "I appreciate the time you

took with me .. well, us. I'm sure that it was just a job to you, but

it meant the world to me."

John answered, "Beth, It was truly an honor and a privilege. It was

not just a job. The job was to look after, instruct, and take care of

you. Anything beyond that was strictly personal. I enjoyed "knowing"

you and hope to know you in that sense again one day." John kissed me

lightly on the lips.

Later I saw John dancing with Sharon and they were talking. I wondered

what they were saying. I saw her pass a note to him and he put it into

his pocket. I was jealous.

The party ended and everyone said their good-byes one last time. John

was gone far too quickly and I missed him immediately. We went to our

room to make final preparations to leave the next morning. When we

went to bed we made love, for the first time since our arrival, as two

women. It was sweet, yet passionate. I have never felt such

tenderness from Sharon. I don't ever recall giving such loving

attention to a woman in my life. Afterwards we lay there and talked a

while before drifting off to sleep holding each other. I dreamt of

John.

The next morning we rose and ordered coffee from room service. As we

started moving around, Sharon handed me an envelope. Inside were our

plane tickets. One was for Sharon and the other for Bethany. I looked

at her in surprise and smiled, knowing that this meant Sharon wanted me

to travel en femme. Then Sharon handed me a box. "It's your

graduation present," she said.

I ripped open the box and found a suit inside. It had a white pleated

skirt and a long yellow jacket with white piping around the edges and

large white buttons. There was also a set of undies to include bra,

panties, waist cincher, slip, and white thigh high garterless

stockings. Also in the box was a pair of white 2 inch pumps. Finally,

there was a gold rope necklace and gold clip earrings with small gold

"orbs" dangling. I looked at everything and hugged Sharon. I was

crying and didn't care.

We finished packing and then dressed. Again, Sharon and I helped each

other with hair and makeup. Sharon was an absolute doll in a beige

cotton shirt dress and wide brown leather belt. She wore nude

stockings and matching three inch pumps and had bronze and copper

earrings. Around her neck she wore a necklace of the same bronze and

copper, twisted into a loose rope. As a final item, we each put on our

anklets from John.

We went downstairs to breakfast. The school director met us and

chatted one final time. She wasn't surprised that we had chosen to

travel en femme. She explained, "Most people who come there don't in

order to preserve their secrets. However, many DO, usually the better

students. Bethany, you have been one of our best students ever. You

pass as well as anyone I have ever seen. You pass better than some

genetic women I know. I am not at all surprised that you have chosen

to do this."

After breakfast Sharon paid our bill. I wasn't trying to eavesdrop but

I did hear the total. I hid my shock! I wondered just what kind of

bonus Sharon had gotten and for what.

Our trip through the airport was mostly uneventful. We each got LOTS

of looks and attention. The ticket clerk was a handsome young man who

took extra care (and time) with our tickets. I noticed him taking a

quick look or two at us as he did so. We waited for our plane and

chatted. I found that my feminine gestures and mannerisms were pretty

much second nature by now. My voice was still a little low but made a

very passable throaty female voice, kind of like Kathleen Turner's.

When we arrived at our destination Sharon got the car while I waited

with the luggage. There was a young black porter working the crowd who

paid me more than passing attention. I smiled and flirted with him for

a minute or two until Sharon arrived with the car. Suddenly, he was

there helping load the bags into the car. I smiled and started to tip

him but he refused. I insisted and he took my money, but smiled an

evil smile at me. I remember thinking that he looked quite delicious

and wondered what it would be like to have a black man.

We arrived home in daylight. I suddenly wondered how we would explain

Bethany arriving with Sharon and Charles exiting the house later.

Sharon anticipated my nervousness and calmed me with a hand on my knee.

As we approached the house she activated the garage door (which we

seldom used) and closed it after we were inside. Safe from the eyes of

our neighbors, we unpacked the car.

We lived our life fairly much as before. I dressed more often and

looked MUCH better than I had before. Sharon seemed to really enjoy

the evenings when she and Bethany had dinner, usually by candlelight.

We went out as women, which we had never done before. We always had

fun, always managed to have plenty of companions, and always came home

by ourselves. We weren't out to pick up men, just to party.

There were men, though. I figured out that part of Sharon's "bonus"

had been put up by some of our earlier partners who had seen

"potential" in my appearance and performance. Occasionally one of more

would ask to have dinner with Sharon and Bethany. The evenings were

always enjoyable and we always had a romp in the living room although

we didn't always use the chair. And, yes, the sex was good. We drew

the line, however, at dinner and etc. with Bethany alone. We didn't

feel that would be exactly safe.

In spite of our popularity, there was something missing. We were still

hiding Bethany from others. Bethany never appeared in the daytime and

she didn't go out alone. We both felt comfortable with my appearance

and ability to pass. We just didn't trust our neighbors and many of

the people we came in contact with.

One day a letter came addressed to "Sharon and Bethany." This caused

quite a stir since we didn't know anyone who would do such a thing. We

were delighted and relieved when we opened it and found that it was

from John. Then we got excited! John was coming to our area and

wanted to visit! We started making plans.

We wrote John and offered him the use of our spare room instead of a

hotel. He declined as he wouldn't be in our area long enough for more

than dinner with us. He offered to take both of us out. We accepted,

of course!

John came and went. Dinner was wonderful and we dressed in our finest

for him. He was dutiful toward each of us and we got the idea that he

wanted to stay longer but couldn't. During dinner we offered for him

to just come and visit us some time. He thought and told us that he

might be able to take a couple of days on his way back to Chicago. We

all agreed and plans were made. John would stay with us. "And we will

fuck him silly," I thought.

A week or so later John called from the airport. His trip was over

earlier than expected and he wanted to know if it was convenient to

visit now. We nearly shouted together, "Yes!" I dressed as Bethany and

went to get John at the airport while Sharon prepared the house. I

didn't stop to think why Sharon didn't offer to go get him and for me

to prepare the house. It was daylight when I went to the car but I

didn't care. I moved quickly to minimize my chance of being seen. I

pulled up at the arrival terminal and John was waiting on the sidewalk.

I got out and went to him. I kissed him as sweetly, then passionately

as I could. People were looking. After John put his bags in the car I

offered for him to drive. I had plans for him on the way home. John

(wisely) declined.

All the way home I chattered nervously to cover my growing desire for

him. John was very sweet and seemed amused by my activity. We arrived

and I opened the garage, closing it behind us. Sharon met us inside

and also kissed John hello. She offered glasses of wine and snacks

before dinner. We sat and talked for a while. I wanted to jump John

right then. I was acutely aware of a similar desire from Sharon, but

she was hiding it well. I wondered how many times in the past she had

hidden desires from me in similar fashion. I learned from her and

began to copy her manner.

Sharon and I fixed dinner while John sat at the bar and talked with us.

We are both quite good cooks and enjoy cooking together. After dinner

we turned on the television but none of us really watched it. We were

too busy talking.

The finishing school was preparing to open a "branch campus" in another

city. John had been selected to make initial preparations for that

campus. A woman would actually run the school, but John was in line

for the number two position. He was excited about that prospect and we

were happy for him. Soon it was late. John was tired from his trip

and we were anxious to "have our way with him." Finally thoughts and

conversation turned to bed.

Sharon and I looked at each other a moment. Then we turned toward John

and I said, "We want you. We will go singly or together, whichever you

prefer."

John smiled and stood up. As he came toward us we stood as well. John

kissed both of us and took us by the hand, leading us toward our

bedroom. Sharon and I had gotten a king-size bed because of the number

of men who had helped fund my transition and who wanted to taste the

fruits of their money. John and we moved onto the bed and things

started happening.

We undressed each other down to undies, except for John. We stripped

him naked. His beautiful cock hung there in the low light, its

magnificence almost overpowering. His body had half-shadows

accentuating the muscles and I found myself wanting to taste every

crevice. I looked at Sharon. She was as beautiful as I had ever seen

her. Her contours were so perfect in the half-light of the room and

her breasts rose and fell steadily with her passionate breathing. I

felt such love at that moment for both of these beautiful people. I

reached out to touch Sharon's face and placed my other hand on John's

chest. We moved together.

John lay down and Sharon mounted his face. I dropped to his crotch and

swallowed his cock, enjoying the feel of this magnificent hunk of meat

growing to full erection within my mouth. Sharon sighed and John

moaned. After a bit Sharon moved from John's face and lay back. John

mounted her as I moved to Sharon's head. John took my cock into his

mouth and Sharon sucked and licked my balls. I lost touch with reality

for a few minutes.

John came, exploding inside Sharon. Sharon nearly screamed with her

own orgasm. Quickly we changed places and I started eating Sharon,

tasting John's delicious cum as it dribbled our of her. John mounted

me from behind and started fucking my ass. It hurt for a minute but I

knew that, by now, the pain would go away quickly. It did and we began

a rhythmic dance accentuated by the sounds of his body slapping my ass

and me slurping his juices from Sharon's pussy. Sharon was moaning as

she built to a second orgasm.

Sharon shifted around and got to where she could get my cock into her

mouth. Her hands danced over my smooth legs playing with my garters

and stockings. The sensations were so exciting that I felt myself get

harder. I continued to eat her and John drove on into my ass. I felt

my cock enter Sharon's throat with every thrust. After a few minutes I

was starting to cum. I tried to hold it off by concentrating on

Sharon. It worked for a moment until John came in my ass. That caught

me by surprise and threw my concentration. I shot my load into

Sharon's throat and heard her grunting as she swallowed. John drove

on.

Sharon took all I had. I cleaned all John had left inside her.

Finally John pulled out of me. I have always been leery of a cock

after it has been in my as. You just don't know what you'll get from

there. When John called, though, I had taken care to give myself an

enema to clean anything out that might get in the way. When he left my

ass I quickly turned and took him into my mouth and started to clean

him up. I tasted his cum and the enema solution. I couldn't identify

any other taste and wasn't particularly interested in doing so. I just

wanted him inside me ... somewhere. Sharon started licking my ass,

cleaning up all of John's cum that was dribbling out of me.

I felt Sharon move away but stayed with John's cock. I didn't want it

to get soft anytime soon. Shortly I felt Sharon get back onto the bed

and, somehow, knew that she had donned her dildo. I wasn't surprised

when I felt her slide it all the way inside me. I was surprised when

she turned on the vibrator inside it. Then she reached around me and

fastened the straps around me, holding the dildo inside me. I squirmed

with the sensations the vibrator provided.

Sharon moved up and started kissing John. I stayed on his cock for a

while but was soon unable to concentrate. The dildo was giving me such

unusual sensations that I had to stop and lay back. Sharon and John

looked at me, then at each other. They smiled at each other and moved

apart. I felt Sharon playing with the straps and then the dildo was

turned off. I missed it immediately. Sharon pulled the dildo form my

ass as I whimpered. John immediately moved between my legs. He lifted

my ass and inserted his cock. I felt complete again. He lifted me a

little more and I saw Sharon moving behind John. Sharon mounted John

and fucked him as he fucked me. The best part was that John could, and

did, fondle my breasts and kiss me while we were all locked together.

I couldn't believe that John could cum again but he did. All the

while Sharon moaned as she built to another orgasm. I felt John's hand

on my cock jerking me off. I don't know if we all came together but I

remember the world fading from view. When it returned, we were all

collapsed into a heap where we remained for the night.

The next morning I awoke early, as usual. I slid out of bed and went

to the bathroom. Everything hurt, yet tingled. I felt empty without

John inside me, yet I felt fulfilled. I was very happy to be with both

of these people, yet I missed them. Life was good.

I fixed my makeup and prepared to return to bed. Sharon and I had

taken the day off from work and I knew that I would be Bethany all day.

I looked forward to it. I put on my robe and went to the kitchen. I

fixed coffee for us all. When I returned to the bedroom, Sharon and

John were stirring although neither was fully awake, yet. I set the

coffee on the night stand, removed my robe, and climbed back into bed.

John looked at me and pulled me to him. We kissed sweetly and

passionately. Sharon stirred and I reached for her. She joined us.

We kissed and snuggled for several minutes. Sharon looked at me and

said, "Well, Beth, I guess you know what it feels like to be a

satisfied woman now." I smiled and nodded, hugging John tightly.

I stroked John's cock softly. Sharon did, too. I think we both wanted

it again but neither wanted to leave the intimacy of this moment. I

reached out and stroked Sharon's breasts.

We finally got up and sat on the bed drinking our coffee. John looked

at us and said, "Beth, Sharon, I find myself in a difficult situation.

We don't, as a rule, get involved with our clients at the school. Yet,

I could love you, Beth. I could also love you, Sharon. I am so happy

when I am with each and both of you. I am not sure that this can go

on, though." Sharon and I looked at each other apprehensively.

John went into the bathroom and we heard the shower turn on. Sharon

and I talked as we sat there on the bed. We each loved John. We loved

each other. As we talked I started stroking Sharon's shoulders and

breasts. She responded in kind. Soon we were locked in an session of

intense, almost desperate, lovemaking. We both came quickly and lay

there holding each other as if we were anticipating a great loss.

Finally, we came up with an idea.

We stripped and went to get into the shower with John. We made love in

the shower as we washed each other. John seemed to be enjoying himself

and we certainly were. After we finished we toweled off and each set

about putting him/herself together for the day.

I dressed as Beth in a red jumper over a white cotton blouse. I had

been growing my hair longer but decided on a wig anyway. I put a red

headband around my hair and put on white disk clip earrings. I

finished with white ankle socks and a pair of red Keds sneakers.

Sharon wore a yellow romper with matching shoes and earrings.

We finished our makeup and went into the kitchen to fix breakfast.

John came out wearing a black polo shirt and brown slacks. He had a

pair of brown docksiders on his feet with no socks. Sharon and I

glanced at each other and I knew that we both thought he looked

gorgeous. Everything was just perfect.

We fixed pancakes with strawberries and orange juice. Talk was light

and pleasant as we ate. There was no hint of loss in the air. After

we had finished, Sharon and I got serious.

"John," I began, "Sharon and I heard what you said and we talked about

it."

"We have a proposal which we think is workable. The only question is

whether you will agree to it," Sharon continued.

"Let me hear it," John responded.

"Marry us!" I blurted out.

The words hung in the air like heavy cigar smoke. We could see John

thinking about the idea. Finally he spoke. "There's at least one

problem with that," he said. "You two are already married."

"So, join us in our marriage," Sharon answered.

"Beth, you are very beautiful. But you ARE still a man, you know.

Marriage between two men is illegal in this state," John came back.

"We can't LEGALLY get married," I answered. "But the marriage ceremony

these days amounts to simply a legal process. Without the commitment

to one another it's just a hollow shell of a ritual. The divorce rate

testifies to that. The commitment to make a marriage work doesn't

require a ceremony in order to work. What we CAN do is have a public

expression of our commitment to one another, just what the marriage

ceremony was originally intended to be. I made such a commitment to

Sharon a few years back. At that time I couldn't see anyone else in my

life. Now we have met you and we BOTH want you in our life now. I

love you ... both. I am prepared to make such a commitment to both

you and Sharon today!" Sharon nodded her agreement with what I had

said. We both turned to look at John.

John sat considering the speech I had just made. Finally he said, "I

don't know. This is a very serious decision. I mean it when I say

that I love you ... both. I'm just not sure that I am ready to do

this. Let me think about it a while. Okay?"

Sharon and I agreed to let John have some time. We tried to steer the

conversation toward less intense subjects but the proposal of marriage

was ever present.

That day we went out to the local park and had a picnic. We wandered

through the wooded areas and explored the waterfalls. There was the

occasional stolen kiss and the look that said, "Let's get naked and do

it right here!" There were too many other people around, though, and

things never quite came about.

That evening we went out to dinner. Sharon and I were beautiful. John

looked so handsome! We were so happy together. I found myself hoping

against hope that John would accept ... yet fearing for the worst.

After dinner we returned home. John made excuses that he had an early

flight the next day and needed to get some sleep. Sharon and I both

knew that what was really going on was an attempt to put some distance

between us so he could think about our proposition. That night Sharon

and I slept together holding each other. We kissed and snuggled but

neither of us could get in the mood for lovemaking. I thought about

crying.

The next morning we awoke to find John already dressed. I fixed us

some coffee and started breakfast. John took some coffee but said that

he didn't have time for breakfast since his taxi would be there

shortly. I excused myself and went to make sure that I looked my best

when he left. John and Sharon sat talking.

After a short time the taxi arrived. John gave his bags to the driver

and turned to say good-bye. He kissed Sharon gently and smiled at her.

He turned to me and did the same. I felt tears welling up in my eyes.

John said, "I am very tempted to accept your proposal right now but I'm

not totally sure. I must be sure before I can make a commitment like

that. Just give me some time and things will work out as they should."

He turned and left.

Sharon and I watched the taxi leave then sat in the living room and

bawled.

The next few months were exciting. I lived daily as Charles but often

changed to Bethany in the evenings. Weekends were generally Bethany's

time. Sharon and I were becoming quite comfortable with this duality

and had made contact with a number of "support groups" that specialized

in situations similar to ours. Some turned out to be pick-up

activities and we didn't go back. A couple, though, were very friendly

and felt extremely safe. We started attending more and more often as

Sharon and Bethany.

There were several offers from men at Sharon's office to comfort us.

No one at my office knew anything about us. All were graciously

declined. Our sex life was never better (except with John) and we had

no desire for their comfort. We made a number of sympathetic friends

through our clubs and soon we had a new social circle. A few became

close enough friends that we told them about John.

John came to visit a couple more times after that. He generally stayed

in a hotel, though. Once he came while I had the flu and the visit was

mainly with Sharon. I was jealous but felt so badly that I couldn't

concentrate on that. When we were together, though, the sun was

brighter and the moon more glorious. Life was as it should be. And

the sex became more and more wonderful.

One day we got a phone call from John. He wanted us to come to Chicago

and visit. We could stay at the school, if we wished. Sharon and I

accepted immediately.

Preparations for the trip were difficult. Neither of us could

concentrate. Still, we managed to get things together. We even

managed to get a few special things for the trip.

We traveled en femme to the school. John met us at the airport and

drove us to the school. The conversation was light but there seemed to

be something hanging in the air. I could tell that Sharon picked up on

it as well. I was afraid that the whole situation was about to fall

apart.

At the school we were met by the director. Her name was Janet Baron,

which we knew. She asked us to call her Janet. The reception by the

staff was very friendly and most remembered us form before. We settled

into our room and were soon asked to come to Janet's office.

John was already in Janet's office. Another woman, Susan Jones, was

also present. When we entered we ere asked to sit. Janet began,

"Ladies, you may not know this but I am a genetic woman. I saw so many

men around me who wanted to be more like me ... some who wanted to

become a woman, even ... that I decided to try to help them That was

the start of this school. We now handle about 20 "students" a month.

You are one such student, Bethany." I smiled.

Janet continued. "Our business has grown far beyond what we had

expected. I feel it is time to start a remote campus and carry on our

good work in other places, as well. This is Susan Jones. She is one

of our transsexual graduates who has gone on to make a successful

transition to being a woman. She has agreed to head the new campus.

John is in line to become her number two. Susan is an exceptional

product of our school, perhaps even more so than you, Bethany. John is

one of our most capable and accomplished escorts. They are invaluable

to me. This brings us to what I wish to discuss with you. John

shifted in his seat.

"We don't usually allow the staff to become personally involved with

our clientele. Obviously, John and you have violated that general

policy. It is easy to see why this has happened, though. You are both

exceptionally beautiful and John has explained the situation in which

this first occurred. Given the circumstances, I am not sure that he

had nay other realistic or safe alternative. John has explained that

you have all become quite close and that you wish him to marry the both

of you. This puts him in a small dilemma."

"As the second in the new school, John will have duties that will take

a considerable amount of his time. These duties will include screening

and training new escorts, and even performing escort duty himself, at

first. I don't have any problem with John being involved with you at

this point, even being married to you."

"You live far from the new campus, though. That would require John to

be far from home often. Also, he will be with other clients ... women

such as yourself, Bethany. This may create some tension at home. Are

you ready for this? If John desires to marry you, his only other

alternative will be to find work elsewhere. We (Janet glanced at

Susan) would hate to see him leave. But that is his choice." Janet

fell silent.

I looked at Sharon who began, "Janet, we know that John has a career

future with you. We wouldn't take that from him for anything. We have

already looked into the job market and housing market near where John

would work. It is far enough away that we wouldn't normally intrude

accidentally into his work. We are both prepared to change job and

living locations to accommodate John's career. We have both been

interviewed by companies in that area and both have very promising

prospects there. As far as John being around other women, of any kind,

I am willing to share him with Beth. I believe that he will be able to

make the commitment to us that will take away any grounds for fear of

his infidelity with his clientele."

Sharon looked at me. "I agree with everything Sharon says. I am

prepared to share John with Sharon in life and with others in work. I

believe that, if John makes a commitment to us, he will be sincere

enough that we won't have to worry about trust. I also believe that,

if John doesn't feel that he can make such a commitment, he will tell

us so and decline our proposal. We love John and want only his

happiness. The question in my mind is 'What does Susan think and feel

about all of this?'"

Susan spoke for the first time. "John and I have already discussed

this. I can also understand why and how he became involved with the

both of you. I can't say as I blame him. I would have given a great

deal for someone like John in my life at about the point where you are.

Much has happened since then, though, and I now have a man in my life

that I am considering as a potential husband. You would both be

welcome at any time at the school. But you MUST understand John's

responsibilities and be willing to live with that situation. Of

course, John may consider leaving us and finding employment elsewhere,

if he wishes. I can say for sure that he is a valuable employee in any

capacity and can provide him with suitable leads for finding work at

his level." Susan looked at John.

John sat silent for a few minutes. Finally he spoke, "I have pondered

this a great deal. Obviously, I have spoken with both Janet and Susan

about it. I don't have any magic answers to any of this. All I can do

is try to work things out. I don't want to leave the school. I also

find that I want to marry you. The only question is whether the

marriage can withstand my work."

Sharon and I spoke at once, "We believe that it can and will."

Sharon continued, "We don't want to make life difficult for you, John.

Any commitment is only a bets guess at what will transpire. When I

married Charles, we weren't sure that it would last more than a few

weeks. But we did it anyway. Now, years later, our marriage is

stronger than ever. Plus, I now have a wonderful friend named

Bethany." I took her hand. "We don't want a man in our life. We want

YOU in our life. If John is unwilling to be a part of it, we aren't

going out to look for another man. We will be happy with just the two

of us. But we WILL miss you, John. Terribly."

"I never considered myself a bisexual," I continued. "When Sharon and

I started down this road I found myself growing in ways I never

imagined. Along the way I fell in love with Sharon all over again. I

also fell in love with you, John. We have had offers to entertain

other men. We have declined them all. I am not a bisexual. I am a

person who loves two people. I just happen to be male underneath all

of this. One of the people whom I love happens to be male as well, the

other happens to be female. I don't see it as loving a man and woman.

I see it as loving two PEOPLE. We want you to be a part of us, John.

But, if you decide otherwise, we will live together for the rest of our

lives. I just hope that you will agree to become a part of us and to

work with us to make the relationship work."

I felt tears starting to form again. I didn't bother to try to stop

them.

John looked at us a minute or two, then at Janet and Susan. Finally,

he got up and came toward us. He knelt in front of us and took each of

our hands. "Sharon, Bethany," he said. "I'm kind of old fashioned in

some respects and I think it should be the man's place to ask. Will

the two of you marry me?"

I nearly burst. We both started crying. "Yes! Yes! We will!" we

responded together. We hugged and kissed, oblivious to the fact that

Janet and Susan were there. They were crying as well.

Janet said, "Well, ladies .. and gentleman ..., shall we celebrate

over lunch?"

We adjourned the meeting and went into the dining room. Sharon and I

stopped by the Ladies room to get ourselves straight. When we entered

the dining room John stood up and the entire room applauded. It was

then that we realized that there were only a few students at the

school. Most of the crowd was staff. Everyone must have been in on

what was happening! We met everyone all over again and received

congratulations from all.

Lunch was wonderful! We ate and drank champagne. I could only wonder

what sort of lessons were being taught to the other "girls" there that

day.

We set the "wedding" date for three months away. NOW things began to

get interesting. Sharon and I stepped up our efforts to find jobs in

the area where John would need to live. We started narrowing down

house options that were available. And, of course, there were the

preparations for the actual wedding.

We decided that we would both wear white. This was such a radical step

toward a new life that we felt white was justified in both cases. We

would each have a Maid of Honor and a couple of bridesmaids. John

would have the Best Man and up to four groomsmen. Of course, since

this wasn't an actual legal wedding we couldn't have a minister or

judge pronounce us as married. Instead we decided to have what

amounted to an MC who would keep things on track. We would say our

"vows of commitment" to each other providing the public pronouncement

of love and fidelity.

We visited with John more often now. The business of establishing the

new campus was picking up and he was in our area more and more often.

We also traveled with him to the new location a couple of times for

house hunting. The three of us finally settled on a house with three

bedrooms. It was on a 5 acre lot, had a pool and poolhouse, and was

away from the intense scrutiny of close-in neighbors. When the three

of us made an offer, the realtor was a little surprised but said

nothing. Since this was a legal transaction I had to go on record as

Charles. The offer was contingent on Sharon and me being able to sell

our house.

During the second month Sharon got an offer for a position in a nearby

company that would give her a huge promotion. I got an equivalent

offer a couple weeks later. That made me feel better. I was seeing

myself playing the role of dutiful wife to both Sharon and John, and

that wasn't altogether unpleasant, but I was used to working and

planned to continue to do so. Besides, the third income would be quite

handy.

Our friends were very happy for us. We had a real problem settling on

bridesmaids. There was really only one choice for the both of us for

Maid of Honor. We finally settled on having just one Maid of Honor and

up to four bridesmaids. This made it easier but we still had various

friends, GG's and TV's alike, subtly vying for that honor. In the end

we selected 2 GG's and 2 TV's who were close friends. They would all

wear light blue, off the shoulder, bridesmaid dresses. The Maid of

Honor, a TS we had become very close to, would wear a similar dress in

pink. The groomsmen would all be in white tuxes.

The real problem came in telling parents. Ours were used to the idea

of Sharon and me being married. They weren't aware of any of the

changes that had gone on, although they knew that something was

different. Both sets of parents exploded when they were told. It was

not very pleasant but we had expected this and were as prepared as we

could be for it. Still, it hurt.

We told them during the first month of preparation. During the second

month both mothers came to us to appeal to our "better senses." We

explained, again, what we felt and were planning. We offered for them

to meet John. At this point neither had seen me as Bethany.

At the end of the second month my mother called me. She knew that she

couldn't change my mind. But she felt she needed to talk to me about

it anyway. They live a half hour away so I offered to meet her for

lunch ... as Bethany. She was silent for a few minutes but accepted.

We met in a restaurant in our town where John, Sharon, and I went out

for dinner often. That was as safe as I could make things without

simply having lunch at our house. That wasn't a good idea because Mom

needed to see Beth in public, to see just how much of a woman she had

become and could be.

I arrived early at the restaurant. I was waiting, my stomach doing a

gymnastics routine, when Mom arrived. I had explained the situation

(sort of) to the Maitre d and was put at a fairly private table. Mom

was brought in and I stood. Mom stopped dead in her tracks, her mouth

gaping. I took the lead and asked her, in my very passable female

voice, to sit. We sat a few minutes. Mom stared and I couldn't help

smiling. I was so happy to finally be out to her, and I was scared

silly. I felt so very vulnerable right then.

Finally Mom spoke. "You're ... beautiful."

"Well, we think so. It has taken a lot of work to get this way but I

... we ... think it has been well worth it."

"Have you had surgery ... or something?" Mom asked.

"No, Mom. Under all of this frill and fluff I am the same physical

person you have always known. We have no plans to change that."

The waiter came and asked to take our order. Mom was too taken aback

to eat so I ordered something light and easy for the both of us. We

chatted some more while waiting for the order to arrive. Oddly, we

never got very deep into the questions which were obviously on Mom's

mind.

After we had eaten, we left the restaurant. As we started out the door

Mom seemed to wake up. "Is it safe for you to go out like this, dear?"

"Yes, Mom, it is. We come here often so the people around here know

me. Besides, if you met me on the street, would you think anything

except 'There goes a girl'?"

Mom surprised me when she answered. "I would think 'There goes a very

beautiful woman. She's going to make some young man very happy one

day' ."

I couldn't help smiling. I nearly cried. Finally we stepped outside

and started walking down the street. The dress shop where we were

buying my wedding gown was nearby so I asked Mom if she wanted to see

my dress. She agreed and so we went shopping. When Mom saw me in my

wedding dress she started to cry. The sales clerk knew our story and

was extremely helpful. We comforted Mom and got things settled.

Finally, I changed back and we left the store.

We spent the afternoon together, shopping and talking. Mom finally got

to some of the questions she had been holding in her mind. I answered

them truthfully. We talked about John! I briefly ran through how

Sharon and I came to where we are. We talked about our sex life a

little. We talked about our plans to live as a trio. Along the way I

discovered that Mom had always wanted a daughter to go along with her

son, but somehow things never worked out and they had no more children.

I though that there was more to the story than that but decided not to

pursue it. I was oddly happy to have fulfilled her desire, even if it

was in an unorthodox manner. Finally, Mom asked me if I was happy. I

said, "Yes, Mom. I am deliriously happy. I have two wonderful people

in my life whom I love with all my heart. We are going to be a

family."

Mom said, "Good. That's important in life, dear. A girl needs to have

security in her life." I almost laughed with delight at this tidbit of

maternal wisdom from a mother to her daughter. I hugged Mom.

We were met by Sharon for dinner. The three of us had a great time as

girls out on the town. We ate and laughed and talked of wedding plans.

I knew that I had won Mom over. Now, if I could just get Dad on my

side.

We met Sharon's parents together the next week. I dressed as Sharon

since they already knew me as Charles. We had dinner at our house and

the atmosphere was a little stiff. We talked straight out about her

Dad's reservations. Sharon's Mom sat silently. After dinner Sharon's

Mom asked if she could speak to her husband privately. Fearing the

worst, we left them alone. After about 20 minutes, they reappeared.

Sharon's Mom spoke. "We don't fully understand what has happened here.

What we do understand is that Charles was a very nice young man and we

were very comfortable with his having our daughter. Now we see a very

pretty young lady named Bethany who is asking to do the same thing

along with another young man whom we haven't met. We also know that

our daughter very much wants this to happen. e don't understand all of

this, but we love and support our daughter. Since Charles is in there

as well, we love and support him, too."

"We want to meet this young man the two of you are so hot over,"

continued her Dad. "And we will be at your wedding."

Sharon and I both smiled with semi-relief. Sharon asked, "Daddy, will

you give me away, again?"

"Yes, I will. But I reserve the right to change my mind," Sharon's

father said seriously.

Soon after that they left and Sharon and I went to bed. We slept

little that night.

We made arrangements with John and Sharon's parents for all of us to

get together at our house the following week. Everything got into

motion and we all became very nervous. A couple days before were to

get together my Mom called. She and my Dad had been "talking" about

what was happening and Dad wanted to meet everyone involved. I

considered that a major victory and invited them to come to our house a

the day before the get together with Sharon's parents.

We handled the meeting with my parents a little differently. When they

arrived, I was dressed as Charles. Sharon and I greeted them and we

talked a few minutes. Then I excused myself. "There's someone whom I

think you'd like to meet. I know she'd like to meet you." I went to

change into Bethany.

I returned nearly an hour later. I was dressed in a white cotton house

dress with long sleeves that buttoned up the front. The collar stood

up a little and I wore a small gold locket that Sharon had given me

along with small gold heart earrings. We had gotten my ears pierced

right after our lunch/dinner with Mom. I wore my long red wig,

although my hair was nearly long enough to style all by itself. I had

on white open-toed shoes with a 1-inch heel.

Mom smiled when I entered the room. Sharon rose and came to take my

arm. We approached Dad and I said, "Hello, Daddy. I've looked forward

to this a long time."

My father looked at me expressionless. Mom poked him to get him to

respond some way, even if it was unpleasant. Finally my father rose

and stood in front of me. He looked me up and down. Then he looked me

in the eye and asked, "Charles, is that you?"

"Charles is in here, Daddy. But I prefer the name Bethany. Sharon and

John call me Beth."

"I can't believe it," Dad responded. "It looks like a God Damn girl!"

"SHE'S a beautiful young woman," Mom corrected. "Now say hello to your

daughter, dear."

Dad held out his hand and I took it. My hands are a lot softer now and

I made sure to keep the pressure of my grip light. We stood there a

minute in silence and Dad finally reached out and hugged me. I could

feel the tears starting to stream down my face.

"I never knew you ... did this," Dad said. "Have you always been this

way?"

"I have crossdressed off and on for most of my life. Usually just a

garment or two, sometimes more. It wasn't until nearly a year ago that

Sharon and I started down this path. Now I am as comfortable dressed

and acting as Bethany as I am Charles."

We sat down and were silent for a few minutes. Dad was obviously

processing what he saw. "Sharon and ... Beth," Mom began smiling,

"tell us about this wonderful young man of yours."

I felt myself about to explode. Sharon and I started at the same time

and then stopped to allow the other to go on. Finally we managed to

tell my parents about their future "son-in-law." At first there were

polite questions. Then Daddy began to get stern and show the side of a

father who was in danger of losing his daughter to some scoundrel. He

wanted to meet this young man. I had an idea.

Sharon and I excused ourselves for a minute and talked about inviting

my parents to the dinner with John he next evening. Sharon didn't

think her parents would mind a whole lot. We decided we needed to call

John.

"Hello, sweetheart," I began. "Listen, we are supposed to have dinner

with Sharon's parents tomorrow evening. Do you think you could handle

meeting my parents at the same time?"

"Jeez, nothing like a little pressure, Beth. Time is short, though,

and I want to meet them, too. Sure, why not?"

Daddy overheard our phone conversation and stepped in, taking the phone

from my hand. "Hello, young man," Daddy began. "I understand that

you're wanting to take my daughter away from me. She's very special to

me, you know. I'm looking forward to meeting the man who's going to

take care of her. ... Yes, I look forward to it as well. See you

then." Daddy handed the phone back to me.

"Whew, this is going to be exciting," John said.

"Yes, but we know you can handle it, my Love. Listen, Sharon wants to

speak to you. I love you and can't wait to see you again."

I handed to phone to Sharon who spoke to John for several minutes. I

returned to Mom and Daddy. I had an important question to ask.

"Daddy, will you give me away?" I asked.

I could see tears starting to well up in Daddy's eyes. He blinked them

away. "Of course I would. I wouldn't have it any other way." I

started to cry again.

Sharon returned from the phone. "John's a little nervous," she said.

"Daddy, you be nice to him tomorrow night, okay?" I said.

"Tomorrow?" Mom asked.

"We're meeting our future son-in-law tomorrow evening here," Dad said

simply.

"Okay," Mom said. Then she looked at me and made an expression of

surprise. The bell sounded that told us dinner was ready.

We ate and talked and laughed. My Daddy was getting to know his little

girl for the first time and it was fun. I get a little silly with him

and he seemed to really like that. It got late and Mom said that they

needed to go. In truth, Sharon and I had much to do in preparation for

the next evening ... and we needed sleep for work. Still, I didn't

want my Daddy to leave. He didn't seem to want go, either, but he

agreed with Mom. After they left Sharon and I sat silently for a

while, pondering what had happened that evening and what lay ahead the

next.

That night we made love. We made love as two women, eating each other

into ecstasy. Afterward we held each other and drifted off to sleep.

The following day was hell. We both had to work and still get dinner

together. We quickly decided to order out. We called a caterer and

arranged for the meal to be delivered about a half hour before everyone

was to arrive.

We got home and began final preparations in earnest. We straightened

the house and set the table. Finally we started to change clothes. We

wanted things to be special but not too formal. Everyone needed to be

comfortable and relaxed.

I transformed into Bethany and Sharon helped. We both wore dark navy

colored cotton dresses. Sharon's was one piece with a fitted bodice

with mid-length sleeves and a flaring, pleated skirt. It buttoned up

the front and she left the bottom few buttons undone to provide a slit

in the front. Mine was two-piece with a sunburst pleated skirt. The

blouse was double-breasted and fitted with pleats in the back and a tie

to help shape it to my body. The sleeves were long and loose. I

rolled them to just below the elbow. We both wore white sandals with a

cross-over ankle strap and one and a half inch heels. We wore the

anklets that John had given us, the same locket and earrings I had worn

the evening prior (we each had a set).

John arrived first. We greeted him nervously. He put his things away

and sat down. As we sat nervously fidgeting and waiting for our

parents to arrive, I got us some wine. Suddenly John reached into his

pocket. "I almost forgot," he said. "These are for you as an

engagement present."

John handed each of us a small jewel box. Inside were matching diamond

post earrings. We're not talking cubic zircon or even diamond chips,

now. These were real, very beautiful, diamonds. Sharon and I were

speechless, perhaps even breathless. We both hugged and kissed John.

Then we put the earrings into each other's ears, replacing the small

hearts we had on. As we stood admiring ourselves in the mirror, the

doorbell rang. Suddenly snappedback to the situation, Sharon went to

open the door. I moved to stand beside John. It was the food.

The caterer quickly put everything where it needed to be. The warm

food went into the oven to stay warm. The hors ' devours went around

the room. dessert went into the refrigerator. They even brought

chilled wine. We paid the caterer and he left.

Just as we were settling down from the shock and rush of that activity,

the bell rang again. This time I went to the door. There stood my Mom

and Dad with Sharon's parents walking up behind them. The parents

greeted each other for a minutes and then stepped inside.

We quickly made introductions. Everyone nervously shook hands. The

mothers hugged their daughters. They immediately noticed and admired

our earrings. I took drink orders and Sharon and I went to get

everyone something to drink as they sat down. I wanted to feel so very

sorry for John but I was so nervous myself that I couldn't concentrate

that well.

Everyone was cordial but the fathers quickly got down to asking who

John was, what he did, how he would support us, etc. After about five

minutes, the mothers interrupted the grilling and moved things onto a

more cordial note. We all sat and talked about the wedding plans and

honeymoon plans and living plans after the wedding. Neither parents

knew about our new jobs, yet, so that was news to talk about with them.

After about a half hour we decided that it was time to eat.

The mothers joined us in the kitchen in preparing the meal and table.

It felt so good to be able to "be one of the girls" with my Mom. I

found myself a little envious of Sharon for having been able to grow up

this way. Still, I reminded myself, I had some pretty wonderful times

with my Dad and I was getting these times now with my Mom.

Soon the meal was in place and we all sat down. Typically the bride's

parents pay for the wedding and the grooms parents pay for the

rehearsal dinner. John's parents were not nearly so understanding of

his marrying TWO people as ours were. They wouldn't be participating

in the wedding at this point. We had decided that we would pay for

everything ourselves. Surprisingly, this met with strenuous objections

from both our sets of parents. After some discussion, we agreed to let

them help. That started the real tension in wedding preparations.

Mothers are never satisfied with their daughter's plans and have to

play with everything. Over the next few weeks, though, we managed to

stay sane and get things together. Looking back, it proved to be a

very important bonding experience between my Mom and me.

The fathers started talking about a bachelor party. We quickly

squelched this activity. We knew that John's friends would likely

throw one for him. We weren't too sure how our fathers would react to

what went on, given the crowd, and we didn't want them scaring John

off!

They agreed to pay for the rehearsal dinner as a gesture of acceptance

toward John. We tried to keep things as they were but they insisted.

We finally relented.

The wedding was to be in our town. Friends from the school would be

flying in to attend and all of our friends there would also attend.

Our parents were understandably unsure how to approach their friends

but finally decided to invite the very closest ones. If they were true

friends, they would still be. If not, so much the better.

The evening went well after that except that the dads got a little

drunk. John maintained his composure and handled their jokes well. I

got the feeling that they were bonding ... a little. I remembered

having to go through that when Sharon and I got married. I felt sorry

for John but also loved him all the more for going through with it for

Sharon and me.

Time finally came for all to go. The parents were putting on coats

when Sharon's dad asked, "Where are you staying John? Can we drop

you?"

There was an awkward moment before John answered, "I have a room at the

hotel in town. I was planning on helping the ladies clean up and then

catching a taxi."

Both fathers eyed John suspiciously. I stepped in, "John, we can take

you there when we are done. There's no need for a taxi." The mothers

also helped by trying to bundle the fathers out the door before

anything further could be said. The fathers were having nothing of it.

After a few awkward moments, my Daddy said, "John, if these girls have

chosen you, we trust you."

"We just have to be careful with our baby girls, you know," added

Sharon's father.

"I understand perfectly, sir. They are as safe as can be with me,"

responded John. With that the parents left. We fell onto the sofa and

died.

We cleaned up the dishes and had some more wine. Finally we had

decompressed enough for bed. "Can we take you to your hotel now,

John?" asked Sharon. We all laughed and headed for the bedroom. The

lovemaking that night was as much a release of tension as it was an

expression of our feelings for each other.

The next day both mothers called. They were very pleased with the way

things had gone. They each wanted to be invited to the wedding

shower(s). We hadn't even thought of this. That morning our Maid of

Honor also called and informed us that we were to be given a joint

shower the next week. We gave her our mothers phone numbers and asked

her to invite them, as well. She was a little surprised but pleased.

We had both given notice at our jobs. People at Sharon's company were

more aware of what was going on. The people where I worked still had

not been told about Bethany and I had no plans to do so. I just didn't

think they would understand. finally, though, three of the women where

I worked cornered me and asked me point blank what was going on. They

knew that something was up.

I had always been friends with these women. I admired them for their

attractiveness as a man would. I also very much respected them for

their abilities. We worked well together and sexual innuendo or

behavior was never an issue between us. The men with whom I was

friends would absolutely not understand. I wasn't so sure about these

women, though. I finally told them.

One scoffed at the idea of a man dressing up as a woman. She was sure

that all men held fantasies about doing that and probably really wanted

their mommies. She was sure that I could never truly understand what

it was to be a woman.

I agreed with her. I never wanted to be a woman. But I DID enjoy

dressing as a woman form time to time. I knew that I would never truly

understand what it meant to be a woman and give birth and all the other

things that make genetic women so wonderful. Still, I was into it

enough that I was marrying a wonderful man ... as a woman. Soon I

would have both a wife and a husband. This caught her by surprise.

The other two women were ecstatic. They wanted to know all about John.

They wanted to know about the wedding. They wanted to help. The first

woman was not amused.

"I am sure that everyone else will not understand this, either," she

said as she got up to leave.

"Please understand that I don't wish to upset anyone. However, I AM

getting married. I would prefer that this be kept between the four of

us," I requested.

"Well, I can try but I'm not sure I can keep this secret of yours," she

responded.

"Kelly, do you remember a few nights ago when you were at my house?"

began one of the other women. "Do remember after everyone left but

you? Do you remember what we did when we were alone? There are more

than a few who might not understand that little secret, either."

"You'll be destroying yourself, too," shot back Kelly.

"Maybe. But several already know that I prefer women. I don't really

care what the rest think of me. If that fact costs me this job, so

what? I'm already looking elsewhere. Perhaps we could all win here by

keeping all of this just between us girls."

"Works for me," responded the third woman. They looked at Kelly.

Kelly shrugged and left.

"She'll be fine," said the second woman. "Now, are you going to invite

us to your shower?"

We had our Bridal Shower. The women from my office were invited and

attended. Both mothers were there. Friends of Sharon's from home

came. Some of the girls got together and hired a male stripper. The

biggest surprise for me was the way both our mothers acted with the

stripper. I wasn't too sure that something wasn't planned for later

with them. Someone put on a porno video after the stripper had left.

We drank WAY too much wine. We had a WONDERFUL time!

Sharon and I left our jobs the following week. We each got a fair

severance payment. Our house had been shown and we had an offer. All

that was left was to get married.

Finally, the day of the wedding arrived. Sharon and I would be moving

out of our house within a few days, right after the honeymoon. We were

both nervous as cats. Our Moms arrived along with the Maid of Honor to

help us get it together. The wedding was scheduled for 3 PM. We had

rented a banquet hall to hold the ceremony. At 11 AM we went for lunch

and to get to the banquet hall. Neither of us could eat much. We

ordered a drink.

At the banquet hall we almost forgot our nervousness. Everything was

moving so fast that we scarcely had time to think. We were dressed and

primped and made up and coifed. Every girl should go through a wedding

just for that experience. It's not the same as a glamour shot or

makeover. It's much more special.

My hair was quite long now. Sharon's hairdresser knew about us and had

agreed to give me a femme cut that I could hide whenever I needed to

appear as a man. My naturally auburn hair was permed with a soft wave

and given temporary soft red highlight. When I pulled it back into a

ponytail, all of that was unseen except for the highlights. Those

would wash out, though. Since almost no one at the new job knew me,

this wasn't a problem. The best part, though, was that I would wear my

real hair in my wedding!

I had grown my nails a little long the last days of my old job. Since

leaving I had worked to shape them and get them ready for the wedding.

The evening before, a friend had shown up at the house and done both

Sharon's and my nails with acrylic and painted them a beautiful

burgundy. I would be Bethany for several days now. I was looking

forward to it.

We were dressed in separate rooms. When we were ready we came together

for pictures. Sharon was so beautiful in the same off-the-shoulder

dress we had gotten married in before. It had short sleeves and lace

brocade in the bodice ending in a "V" just above her tummy. The skirt

was full and ended in a short train. I found myself remembering and

loving her so much.

I wore a gown with a plunge neckline. The bodice covered with lace and

had a high-neck and collar. The sleeves were puffy at the shoulder and

fitted from just above the elbow down. Everything was satin and lace.

There was a short train, just enough to drag the floor.

Sharon's and my veils were identical. We wore earrings with drops made

of rubies surrounded by diamond. We wore matching pendants. We had

had our ears pierced with second holes about a week before and wore our

diamond posts in those holes.

We posed for pictures alone, then together. We posed with the Maid of

Honor, the bridesmaids, and, finally, with our mothers. Everyone

looked so beautiful and there was so much love in that room.

At last the time came. My nerves suddenly disappeared and everything

took on a surrealistic quality. I saw my Daddy come into the room

smiling. He had come to give me away. I watched as Sharon started to

pull her veil into place. I stopped her and said, "I love you." We

kissed lightly. Our veils were put into place and we headed toward the

door.

The music was "The Wedding Song" by Paul Stookey. AS it started Sharon

and I parted. We would enter from opposing doors and come together,

then turn and walk down the center aisle. It was wide enough for us to

walk side-by-side, with our Daddies. Once at the front we would be

given away and then we would GET MARRIED!!

The surrealistic quality gave way to excitement as we started walking

toward each other. I saw Sharon smile and I smiled as well. All I

could think about was the life ahead of me with these two wonderful

people!

At the aisle we turned and I saw, for the first time, John standing in

the center, his Best Man just to the right. Behind him stood out MC.

The groomsmen stood, two each, to the left and right beyond the Best

Man. Slowly we walked down the aisle. The Bridesmaids peeled off left

and right and paired up with a groomsman. The Maid of Honor stepped to

the left and even with the Best Man. We continued until we were about

five feet away from John. The music stopped. The MC began.

"Beloved friends, we are gathered here to witness the public

proclamation, by these parties, of love, fidelity, and commitment, that

is marriage. With this they will begin a life together in the sight of

God. Who gives these women to this union?"

Both fathers said in unison, "We do."

I looked at my Daddy and, for the first time, felt loss. I had just

become "Daddy's little girl" and now it was over. Daddy kissed my hand

softly and turned to go sit with Mom.

Sharon and I turned toward John and stepped forward.

The MC continued. "Marriage is more than a legal act. It is an honest

and sincere commitment to love, honor, and cherish another. Without

this commitment, a marriage is just a shell and meaningless. Let us

now hear the expressions of that love, honor, and commitment from these

beautiful people. John ..."

John began, "Sharon and Beth. You have both meant so much to me these

past few months. I have come to love you each and together as no

other. I will give my all to you in everything. I pledge my life and

fortune to love you, honor you in everything I do, and commit myself to

a life together from today onward."

"Beth, you came to me and we grew into who you are today together. You

have given me untold happiness as I have watched you develop. Now I

want to be a part of that growth and development forever. I can think

of no one with whom I want to, or would be willing to, share my life

with Sharon, than you."

"Sharon, you have given so much in allowing Beth to become who she is.

You have given so much in accepting me into your life. My love for you

has grown even as my love for Beth has grown. I can think of no other

that I would want, or be willing to, share my life with Beth, than

you."

"Sharon," said the MC.

"I have known love all of my life. I knew even more love once before

when I married Charles. I never thought that life could be any sweeter

after that. Now I have two people in my life who fulfill my needs and

sense of who and what I am. I, too, commit to a life together and

pledge my life, fortune and love to making this life equally fulfilling

for them."

"John, you have given me something I never had, a sister and a lover.

You helped make my needs and desires become reality. You helped me

grow as well and to see that love was more than what we so often say it

is. You are such an important part of our life. I love you and want

you to be there forever."

"Bethany ... Beth ... I loved you so much when I married you as

Charles. I never thought I could love you or anyone else more. Now

you have grown so much as you have become Beth. I know you

differently, and I love you even more. I cannot conceive of life

without you."

"Beth," the MC said.

"I never, in my life, thought a day like this would come. I have loved

(I glanced toward Sharon) and I have grown. As a part of that growth,

I, too, have come to understand love so much differently. I would not

be who I am today without both of you. I would not be anyone without

both of you in my life ... and love. I commit myself to a life,

together with you, of love, honor, and joy. I pledge my life, fortune,

and self to this holiest of unions."

"John, you are responsible for who I am today. Without you I wouldn't

be Beth. Without you I wouldn't know love as I know it today. I love

you ever so and want you forever with me and in my life with Sharon."

Sharon, without you I would not exist at all. There would be no Beth

at all. There would be no Charles. You gave birth to me. I loved you

so when we first married. I love you more now. I know you now, not

just as a lover ... but as a sister ... and as a mate. I cannot

imagine life without you, either."

There was silence for a minute or two as the words we had just spoken

settled on us and the congregation. The MC continued, "The rings."

John turned to his Best Man. When he turned back, he said, John placed

the first half of the wedding band on my left ring finger.

John turned to Sharon and repeated the words and actions to her.

The Maid of Honor moved around behind and between us. Sharon turned to

her and took the rings. She looked toward me. "Beth, with this ring I

pledge myself to you for life, to love and honor you in everything, and

to place you above myself in all things." She placed the other half of

the wedding band on my finger.

I turned to the Maid of Honor and took my rings. I turned toward

Sharon. "Sharon, with this ring I pledge myself to you for life, to

love and honor you in everything, and to place you above myself in all

things." I placed the other half of her wedding band on her finger.

We both turned to John. Together we said, "John, with this rings,

separate, yet part of a whole, I pledge myself to you for life; to love

and honor you in everything, and to place you above myself in all

things." I slipped a white gold band onto John's finger. Sharon

followed with a yellow gold band and joined them with a snap as the

catch closed, joining them into one ring.

A moment of silence and reverence passed. The MC said, "You may kiss."

John lifted our veils, first Sharon's, then mine. As he lifted each

veil he kissed us sweetly, nearly passionately. I could tell he wanted

to do more but held back because of the crowd. As John kissed me I

felt myself slipping away again. This time things weren't surreal.

This time I was floating on a cloud of euphoria. I HAD A HUSBAND!!

After John had kissed each of us, Sharon and I turned toward each other

and kissed. I HAD A WIFE!! Again, I felt a desire to go further, but

restraint in the company of the congregation.

As Sharon and I parted, John stepped between us and we turned to face

the congregation, each taking an arm. The MC stepped behind us and

said, "May I present to you, John, Beth, and Sharon ... our newest

family.

The congregation stood and applauded. Mom was crying unashamedly.

Daddy was wiping his eyes and I knew he had let a tear or two slip as

well. I looked to Sharon's parents and saw the same scene. I looked

at John, then as Sharon. We were all smiling widely. The music

started playing and we started down the aisle. The Maid of Honor and

the Best Man followed with the bridesmaid/groomsman couples filing in

from left and right behind them.

Then came the photos!!!

Everyone waited patiently in the adjoining room for us to finish so we

could start the reception. When we were done, we moved into the

reception hall and formed a receiving line. People I didn't know came

through and told me what a beautiful bride I was and what a lucky

person I was to land TWO such wonderful mates. We held the reception

line for fifteen minutes or so. As we broke the line, Daddy and Mom

came to me and hugged me. Daddy kissed me lightly on the lips for the

first time and said that he was so very proud of me. Mom stood behind

him crying. When Daddy was done, Mom hugged me around the neck with a

strength I didn't know she possessed.

Finally, we headed toward the cake to cut it and have MORE photos made.

Then came the punch. Finally, John removed Sharon and my garters and

flipped them into the crowd of groomsmen and male attendees. Next

Sharon and I threw our bouquets together into the waiting crowd of

bridesmaids and female attendees.

Then we danced!

The three of us danced together for the Bride and Groom's dance. Then

they played two more songs and John danced with us separately. After

that they played a song just for Sharon and me to dance to. Finally

the general congregation joined in and everyone had a great time!

After what seemed like HOURS (and probably was), we three headed off to

the dressing rooms to change for our departure. John wore a pair of

tan slacks, off-white collarless shirt buttoned to the neck, and a

chocolate blazer. Sharon wore a cream colored linen dress with taupe

embroidery on the front and a wide matching belt. She had a heavy gold

chain rope around her neck and matching earrings in her bottom hole. I

wore a cream colored lace crinkle dress with a crinkled lace cover over

a rayon/cotton lining. I wore a double strand brass and copper

necklace with matching earrings.

As we exited the church a shower of birdseed cascaded upon us. We ran

toward the car which had been covered with writing and the windows

coated with shaving cream. As we got there, John waved and a black

limousine pulled out from a parking spot and stopped in front of us.

The back window had "JUST MARRIED" written on it. As the crowd

applauded out little trick, we jumped into the limousine and sped away.

The Best Man would take care of the car and have it waiting for us when

we returned.

For our honeymoon we had booked passage on a cruise especially for

crossdressers and their SO's. We felt that this would be safest. On

the cruise we checked into our stateroom (a very large suite with a

king-size bed) and locked the door. For the next three days we ordered

out.

After undressing each other, we had each other in every way imaginable.

I sucked cock and ate pussy until I couldn't any longer. I took John

up my ass as Sharon sucked me. I fucked Sharon's pussy while John went

up her ass. Later, John and I reversed positions. I sucked John while

Sharon fucked his ass. Later, Sharon and I changed positions. Sharon

and I sucked John together, sharing his beautiful cock for about a half

hour. I sucked John while Sharon fucked me. If it could be done, we

did it. I just could not get enough of either of them. We could not

get enough of each other.

When we finally left our stateroom, I went as Beth. I would be Beth at

least until I got home and went to work. I started wondering if I

should tell my new employer and start going to work as Beth, too. For

now, though, my mouth and tongue were sore and my ass was so sore I

could hardly walk. Sharon was walking decided bow-legged and she

seemed to have a little difficulty talking a lot. John didn't seem to

be all that sore, but he looked REAL tired. I didn't think any of us

could cum one more time.

We quickly recovered, though, and started enjoying the other

attractions on the cruise. Once people met us and found out about us,

we became the darlings of the cruise. A couple of people hit on us but

we ignored them and the others put a stop to their activities real

quick! We had such a wonderful time! And the evenings were filled

with passion and romance!

The cruise finally ended and we headed for home. We arrived at our old

house and immediately started moving the final things out. After a

day, we headed to our new home. The movers arrived the next day and we

were soon settled in.

After a couple weeks we had a knock at the door and were surprised to

see many of our friends standing there. They were throwing us a

surprise house-warming. Even our parents were there!

Everything was good! John was busy with his work at the school.

Sharon and I were settling into our new jobs and doing well. The house

was everything we imagined it would be. We spent our days for a while

laying by the pool and enjoying the privacy of our home. I dressed as

Beth often and even started working outside in the yard as Beth. There

was no worry about privacy and I truly enjoyed the feeling of freedom.

After a while I even started dressing as Charles at home. now that

Beth was so much less forbidden, I felt less drive to be her. There

were times, though.

Part of John's work involved getting involved in community affairs.

Sometimes he would be invited and have to attend social functions. If

Sharon or I had a commitment, the other would attend with him. If

neither was tied up, we both went with him as Sharon and Beth.

Whenever Sharon had a commitment, John and I would similarly share duty

as John and Charles. Since I was working as Charles (for now) I would

usually involve Sharon and John would accompany us as well. We never

worried about others finding out about us. But we chose not to flaunt

our special relationship and draw fire from the more narrow-minded.

Sharon and I DID finally get to meet John's parents, too. They visited

us at our home one evening. Sharon and Beth entertained them and

things went rather well. John was nervous, as could be expected. We

managed to head off any confrontation, though and a good time was

generally had by all.

They visited us again and this time they got to meet Charles. It was

different this time but still enjoyable. John's parents knew that he

had been bisexual so his preferences weren't as much an issue as the

fact that he had taken TWO mates. I think we were managing to wear

them down, though.

Sex as a threesome can get strenuous after a while. We chose a three

bedroom house to allow each of us personal space. It also allowed

privacy in case John and Sharon, or Sharon and I, or John and I wanted

some time as a couple. There is so much love here that jealousy is no

longer a problem, or even an issue. We share each other with each

other.

When we have guests over we offer them the poolhouse first. It has a

kitchenette and bath facilities. It provides privacy while still being

close. For more than one guest (or couple), though, we free up one or

more bedrooms and they stay in the house with us. When parents come,

they automatically stay in the house.

Sharon and my parents have become quite accepting of our arrangement

and seem quite comfortable visiting us. John's parents are rather

slower in coming around ... but we are working on them. They seem to

respond better to Beth than to Charles so we are usually John, Sharon,

and Beth when we are with them. That's just fine with me.

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