Date: Fri, 5 Jan 2007 07:43:15 +1100 (EST)

From: Paula Thomas <paulabthomas@yahoo.com.au>

Subject: Terry (TG/tv)

Terry

By Paula Thomas

The phone rang, incessantly it seemed, as I awoke from a

late afternoon nap on the couch. Sleepily I stumbled to the

kitchen and answered it. "Hello," I said, in the feminine

voice I always use these days.

"Terry," a voice said. "It's John Brock. How are you

doing?"

"Well hi Johnny," I replied. "So good to hear from you

after all these years." John Brock was the quarterback on

our high school football team. I was his wide receiver, and

a favorite target for his long passes. In fact, together we

set state records for scoring and yardage our senior year.

I hadn't seen him since we graduated.

"I was wondering," he said, "if you'll be going to the 20

year class reunion this Saturday. I hope so, as the whole

team will be there, and everybody's been asking about you."

"Oh Johnny, I don't know," I said. "So much has changed

over the past 20 years. I'm not the same person I was in

high school. I doubt anyone would even recognize me." That

was an understatement. I've been living full time as a

woman for the past 12 years, taking female hormones, my hair

down below my shoulders.

"What do you mean," he said, "sure you're the same, the

same Terry Renner who could outrun everyone on the field.

What we did back then, everybody remembers. You just have

to go. What's with your voice, by the way? It sounds

different."

"Well, look," I said, "maybe you need to come over so we

can have a little talk. There're some things you need to

know about me." I gave him my address, and we agreed on 7

PM that night. After hanging up I panicked. What have I

just done? Now I'll have to reveal my lifestyle to him,

then the whole class will know. Oh lord!

I decided to make the best of the situation by making a

good first impression, although I barely had enough time. I

began by putting hot curlers in my hair, then put on a

shower cap and took a bath, shaving my legs in the process.

After my bath I started on my makeup, taking extra time to

do the best job I could, including extra coats of mascara

for longer lashes. After so many years of doing it every

day, it always turns out perfect. With my makeup done, I

brushed and styled my strawberry blond hair.

I have 36C breasts, so I put on a black lace push up bra,

which created a lot of cleavage. Sexy, I thought. A black

garter and black mist stocking came next, followed by

panties, a black half slip and 3" black patent high heels.

I added a necklace, matching earrings, and a bracelet on

each wrist. I sprayed on a generous amount of Premonition

by Mary Kay, a scent he would not soon forget.

Finally, I slipped on a Teal dress in shimmering acetate

and spandex from Coldwater Creek. It was very low cut, long

sleeves, and fell just below the knees. It's the sexiest

dress I own because it reveals so much cleavage. I love

wearing it, but seldom get the opportunity. Tonight though,

I wanted to make an impression with John, making it

unambiguous that I am now a woman, although I still have

male plumbing.

Checking myself out in the mirror, I nodded approvingly,

fluffing my hair a bit. I look great, I thought, and

anxious to see my old friend. In the kitchen I poured

myself a Scotch and water, then sat down to relax and wait

for John. Lighting a cigarette, I leaned back and reflected

on the past. Years ago I made the decision to transition to

being a woman full time. After counseling, a doctor

prescribed female hormones, which not only made my breasts

grow, but also re-distributed my body fat from my stomach to

my hips. This gave me a shapely female figure, which I

love. After taking hormones for 12 years I can't imagine

not taking them. It would ruin everything.

I got a new driver's license with my female photo, and a

new job. Being slender and 5'7', with my own long hair,

people readily accept me as female. In fact, nobody in my

current circle of friends has any idea I was once a man.

Learning to dress as a woman was a long process, that

actually started when I was 13. All through high school I

did it in secret, when I was alone in the house. After I

moved out on my own I started acquiring my own wardrobe, and

began dressing more openly. It didn't take long before I

started going out to clubs, or shopping, as a woman. It was

during this period that I came to terms with being gay, and

had several affairs. I thoroughly enjoyed the time I spent

as a woman. So much, in fact, that about 8 years after high

school I went full time, which leads us to the situation

with John tonight.

Hmmm, I mused, how is he going to react? Just then, the

doorbell rang, startling me. Time to find out, I thought, a

little nervous about what was to come. I answered the door.

"Yes?" I said in my best feminine voice.

John stood there, hesitating briefly. At 6'2", and a trim

athletic body, he looked like he could still play ball.

"Ah, hi, I'm John Brock, here to see Terry," he said

somewhat nervously, as he noticed my cleavage. He obviously

wasn't expecting a beautiful woman, dressed so well,

answering the door.

"Hi John," I said, "won't you come in. Make yourself at

home on the couch." I followed him into the living room and

sat down across from him, so he could see me clearly. I was

struck by how handsome he had become as an adult.

John, looking slightly uncomfortable, said, "Ah, is Terry

here? We were meeting at 7."

I smiled at him, and said, "May I get you something to

drink John? Scotch, or perhaps a beer?" I got up to go

into the kitchen, with his eyes never leaving me. He called

out to me in the kitchen for a scotch, so I made one, and

handed it to him. Sitting back down, I crossed my legs,

allowing him a glimpse of my short dress and long legs.

Looking at him, I smiled and said, "John, I'm Terry. I'm

your old friend, only I'm not the same as I was. I'm a

woman now, and have been for years."

John just looked at me, stunned by what I had just said.

He couldn't take his eyes off my cleavage. "Whoa, really?"

He said. "Wow! You're so beautiful Terry. When did this

start?"

"In school years ago," I said, smiling some more. "In

fact, when we were setting all those records I was dressing

up in secret, just for fun. Do you like it?'

"Like it," he said, "I love it! You're really beautiful

now, and, ah, very shapely. Have you had, ah, you know,

the"

"Surgery?" I said, interrupting him. "No, and I won't

have it either. I'm happy the way I am. Are you married?"

I asked, smiling at him.

"Well," he said, his eyes growing dark, "I was married at

21, divorced at 25, and still single today." He glared just

a bit, obviously not wanting to talk about his failed

marriage. "What about the reunion?"

I got up and went over to the couch, sitting down next to

him. Smiling, I put my hand on his knee, my perfume filling

his senses. I found myself very attracted to him, just like

I was in high school, and I wanted to be closer, to be

touching him. "I don't know about the reunion Johnny," I

said as I stroked his knee. "Let's just sit and talk for a

bit, while I think about it. Are you gay?" I gazed into

his eyes, looking for the answer I was already sure of.

John looked at me in a surprised way, not sure how to

answer. He took a long drink from his scotch, eyeing me.

"Gay?" he said, "Well, since you've come out to me, I guess

I should answer honestly. Yes, I'm gay. It's what broke up

my marriage, so I don't like talking about it."

Sensing my opportunity, I got up and walked around the

room, turning off most of the lights, leaving only a single

light glowing in the corner. Then I sat back down, closer

to him, and said, "I'm very gay John, and I'd like to kiss

you now." With that, I kissed him, softly at first, then

with more passion as he returned my kisses. I started

caressing his suddenly growing erection. "You know Johnny

Brock, I've always had a thing for you," I said softly as I

wrapped my hand around his hard cock.

He turned and kissed me passionately, saying, "Terry, I've

always liked you too."

"How about we go in the bedroom," I whispered in his ear,

as I kissed him, "and get naked on the bed. I really want

you baby." I looked longingly at him as I stroked his cock.

I got up and turned to go, and John followed obediently. I

lit a candle in the bedroom, then pulled back the covers and

turned off the light. John unzipped my dress and I let it

fall to the floor. Kissing my neck, he unhooked my bra,

fondling my breasts from behind. I turned and kissed him,

then sat down to take off my lingerie, shoes and stockings.

John was already in bed when I slid in next to him, so I

rolled over on top of him, kissing him over and over.

He kissed me passionately, with his desire intensifying.

I could feel his erection, making me more excited than ever.

We kissed again and again, with his arms wrapped tightly

around me. Finally, I slid down, kissing his cock all over,

my tongue flicking along the shaft. As his erection grew I

took it in my mouth, sliding my lips down his cock. His

breathing quickened, and he moaned with pleasure. I loved

his taste and manly smell, as I sucked him voraciously. I

was getting really hard myself, with his huge erection deep

in my throat. So, I rolled on top of him into a 69

position, and he reciprocated by taking me in his mouth as

well.

"Oh Johnny," I moaned softly, "that feels so good, baby."

I slid my mouth up and down his erection passionately, and

he did pretty much the same. It was great sex that seemed

to last forever, and it finally ended when we came together

in a burst of passion, with our cocks exploding in each

other's mouths at the same time. It tasted wonderful, as I

savored his glorious climax as long as I could. I finally

rolled off and snuggled with him. "Johnny Brock, I love

sucking your cock," I said softly, kissing him on the cheek

and ear.

"Terry Renner," he replied, "I love sucking yours too.

Let's do this more often." He pulled me to him, kissing me

over and over, as he massaged my back. I loved it.

After a bit we got up, and he got dressed. I just put on

a robe, and we sat in the living room, having one more

drink. "I'll go to the reunion Johnny," I said, "as your

date. Nobody will recognize me anyway, so I might as well

have some fun. Besides, maybe we can have a little fun

afterward ourselves." I smiled at him, and lit a cigarette.

"Okay," he said, "It's a deal. I'll take you, and I won't

tell anyone who you are. This could be interesting. It's

Saturday Night, starting at 7, so I'll pick you up at 6:30.

Okay?"

I looked at him and smiled, saying "Okay Johnny Brock.

I'll see you at 6:30 Saturday. Do you mind if I dress up a

little bit?" He just chucked. I kissed him goodbye at the

door, sorry to see him leave.

I wore a form-fitting burgundy knit sheath, very low cut

with lots of cleavage, and 4" black patent high heels,

creating a very hot, sexy look. He was dressed in a dark

suit, and we looked like a very successful couple when we

entered the hotel convention area where the reunion was

held. Dozens of tables were arrayed, with perhaps 300

people attending. I drew a lot of attention, being on

Johnny's arm as we entered, with most people turning to look

our way. He was, after all, the star quarterback.

But, nobody recognized me, making the reunion itself a non-

event for me. John and I danced to the music of a jazz

band, laughed a lot, and talked to other couples at our

table, two of whom I had known in school. As the evening

wound down, and it was getting late, John escorted me to the

bandstand at my request, where I climbed up and asked to

make an announcement.

"Hi everybody," I said over the microphone. "You don't

know who I am, but I thought I'd mention something you might

be interested in." I paused, allowing everyone to get a

good look at me. "Everybody knows Terry Renner, our star

wide receiver, wasn't seen here tonight, which has a lot of

you disappointed. Well, take heart, because I'm Terry

Renner." The crowd gasped, I stood on the stage and waved

for a bit to a smattering of applause, and John escorted me

out of the hall. The crowd buzzed with animated

conversations.

"Wow Terry," he said as we reached the parking lot, "that

was really cool. Ha, I'll bet there are some juicy

conversations going on right now."

"Yeah, I'll just bet," I said as I took his hand. "Take

me home and make sweet love to me Johnny Brock. I'm in the

mood to get fucked tonight."

"Okay, Terry," he replied, smiling, "I'd love to. Do you

have any KY, or should we stop and get some?"

"Got something better lover," I said, as we reached the

car. "Love Drops. The best and slickest lubricant made. I

love it, and I bet you will too."

We rode home making small talk, but I was getting hot

anticipating getting fucked by Johnny. I really couldn't

wait, although it'd probably be better if we work up to it

with foreplay.

We sat in the living room, having a scotch, and necking a

bit. He kissed very passionately, and I returned it.

Slowly we warmed up to each other, with Johnny fondling my

breasts as he kissed me. I started massaging his erection,

finally sliding my hand down his unbuckled pants. "Let's go

into the bedroom," he said softly. "I want to try those

Love Drops."

We got undressed in a hurry, and laid down in each other's

arms, kissing passionately. "I like you a lot Johnny

Brock," I said breathlessly between kisses. "I always did

like you a lot. I really wanted to suck your cock in high

school."

"I wanted to suck yours too Terry," he replied in a

whisper, "but no way in high school. Couldn't risk having

anyone find out."

"Yeah, too bad about that," I whispered in his ear,

"because look at how many years we wasted. Want to try the

Love Drops?" With that, I reached over to the nightstand

and retrieved a tube, handing it to John. He asked me to

roll over so he could apply some to my sweet spot, then

added a liberal amount to his erection.

"Lay on your back babe," he said. I drew my legs up high,

my favorite position for making love. He laid down on top

of me, and I draped my ankles over his shoulders. With no

effort at all he was inside me, sliding deep into my pussy.

"Wow," he exclaimed, "you're right about the Love Drops.

It's really slippery. Feels just great babe."

Slowly he began pumping his shaft in and out, as I moved

in rhythm with him. I squealed with passion as he thrust

his erection deep into me, my arms holding onto his head.

"Oh John, oh," I said breathlessly, "that feels wonderful.

Oh, push hard baby."

Steadily he increased his speed, until he was ramming me

like a piston, with my passion now a runaway train. "Oh

Johnny, more baby," I moaned, "more. Oh god, I love this

so much." I thought I would burst, I was so excited, as he

took me to a level I'd never been to before. Finally, he

rammed his member home one final time, and climaxed deep

inside me. I held on tightly, as he shuddered, and finally

went limp. "Johnny, that was wonderful." I said softly.

"Nobody's ever made love to me like that before. I hope we

do this again soon." He moved up and kissed me passionately

several times.

"Again Terry?" he said in a whisper, as if someone was

listening. "I'm hoping we can do it every night from now

on. I want to be your steady guy forever."

"Oh Johnny Brock," I said happily, "I think that's the

best thing I've ever heard. I want to be your girl forever

too."

Paula

paulabthomas@yahoo.com.au