CHAPTER 26
The last eight weeks had been a blur to Joe. he'd
worked at one position after another; as soon as he had mastered
one task, they switched him to another. He'd started at clearing
tables in the cafeteria. Next came washing dishes, the serving
line, food preparation, the laundry, and house cleaning including
washing and waxing floors. With so much at stake, Joe really
exerted himself. Just as Dave Weinstein had predicted. As a result,
most nights he was so tired he just fell into bed, other nights he
played with his pussy and boobs before going to sleep.
This job wasn't so bad; working in the executive dining room.
Joe's uniform was almost same, the dress was black polyester and he
wore a lacy little white apron over it, and he'd gotten used to the
minimizer bra and tight girdles he had to wear.
Joe saw Monica come in accompanied by Dave Weinstein. It had
been a long time since he'd seen her. Since that night she'd ...
Joe was still very much attracted to the pretty boy-girl. He walked
up to her.
"Hi Monica."
Monica had just recovered from her latest ordeal and wasn't
too quick on the uptake. She turned to look at the girl addressing
her; she looked familiar. Then she saw the name tag:
JOSEPH WATSON
Waitress
"Hi Joe. How do you like your new job?"
"Fine I guess. I haven't seen you for a long time. How are you
doing."
"Better than could be expected."
Monica felt sorry for what she'd helped to do to the poor
man. "Say Joe, let's get together tonight. Why don't you come over
to my room about eight?"
Joe felt a shiver go through his body. "Sure I'd love to."
"Say Joe. Wear something sexy. We'll go out."
Joe was very excited as he prepared for his date with Monica
and spraying on his perfume, after his bath, only increased the
effect. He slipped on a white lace bikini and went to the closet to
select his outfit for the evening.
"Hmmm. She said sexy ... this ought to do it."
Joe decided to do without hose and stepped into the dress he'd
picked out. It was really something; sleeveless with a sort of a
turtleneck. The turtleneck was made of a white stretchy bubble
textured material as were other parts of the dress. Joe buttoned
the neck closed.
"This is almost too much." Joe thought.
Indeed it was. From the turtleneck collar down was sheer lace
which descended in a V shape to his belly button. The white bubbly
spandex was lined with soft satin, which felt nice, but barely
covered Joe's nipples.
Joe's breasts were loose and, except for the nipples and outer
sides, were entirely visible through the lace insert. The dress
fell to Joe's upper thigh, hugging every curve of his voluptuous
body. The back was open beneath the collar and Joe could feel his
hair on his back. Hr turned around in front of the mirror. "Wow!"
The back opening also descended in a V, with no lace insert,
to down over the crack of his ass! Joe looked at the cleavage
formed by his derriere and debated wearing something else. There
was little room to maneuver in this dress; if he pulled it up to
cover his ass, his pussy would be exposed.
The longer Joe stared at his image though, the more he got
turned on, finally he said, "Fuck it." He slipped his tiny feet
into white pumps with extremely high heels, added a bracelet, and
was off.
Joe knocked on Monica's door.
"Come in."
Joe entered, surprised to see Monica still wearing the shirt-
dress she'd had on earlier.
"You're a bit early Joe."
Joe glanced at her clock. It was only seven o'clock. He'd been
so excited that he never even considered the time.
"Why don't you sit down and make yourself at home while I get
ready."
Joe sat down and picked up a magazine, trying not to stare at
Monica as she undressed. Monica shed her dress and slip, went into
the bathroom, and Joe heard the shower running.
Monica came out with a robe on.
"You know Joe, I have a dress just like yours in black. Maybe
we should dress in contrast."
"That would be nice," he said.
Monica got a pair of tiny black lace bikini panties out of her
dresser and as she removed her robe to begin dressing, Joe snuck a
peek at the she-male's body he desired so much.
"Monica!" He cried. "What happened?"
Between Monica's thighs was not the long cock that Joe's
subconscious secretly wanted, but a patch of blonde pubic hair
ending in cunt lips.
"Did that crazy Doctor get you too?"
Joe was almost crying now, probably more from disappointment
than in sympathy with Monica.
Monica came over and hugged Joe as he trembled.
"No, no Joe. It wasn't like that at all. You see I've been
pursuing this for as long as I can remember, that's why I was so
happy when your operation was a success. It meant my long wait was
over. Now you know where I've been."
"Don't cry for me Joe, I'm really happy this way."
The gorgeous transsexuals hugged each other. They were kindred
souls; manmade women, but one had sought it and the other fought
it.
Two tall blondes bounced down the path on their way to the
island's nightclub. Joe hadn't wanted to go, he'd had in mind a
quiet evening alone with Monica, but Monica wouldn't hear of it.
Inside the crowded club they took a table alone, and were
instantly besieged with offers of drinks and dances. Monica, having
had experience in these situations, got rid of their admirers.
"I'll get us some drinks Joe."
Monica went to the bar. "I'll have a gin and tonic and a
'special'."
At the table Monica and Joe sipped their drinks and talked
quietly. After the second round Monica could see that the special
was having it's desired effect. Joe was talking louder and slurring
his speech. Monica felt guilty about her part in Joe's 'treatment'
and had resolved to make it up to the poor man; she'd teach him to
enjoy his womanhood. "Let's dance Joe."
"Uh, I don't think so Monica."
"Oh come on" she said, pulling him to his high heeled feet.
With his reasoning ability seriously impaired and his
inhibitions waning, Joe followed her onto the small dance floor. A
fast disco number was blaring and they started to shake. Every male
eye in the house was on the two babes mixing it up alone on the
dance floor, their tits and asses seeming to be everywhere.
The music stopped, and Joe stood there with Monica, his
exertions having served only to carry more alcohol through his
system. A slow number started.
"May I have this dance madame." Asked Joe.
Acting silly. He took Monica and started to lead her in a slow
dance, only to have her pulled from his grasp.
"Mind if I cut in?"
Before Joe's dulled senses could react, Monica was dancing
away in the arms of a stranger. Joe turned to walk back to the
table, only to find himself confronted by a tall handsome man.
Without a word the man pulled Joe close and started to dance with
him.
"Gentlemen can't sit by and force two good looking gals like
you and your friend there to dance alone."
Joe was speechless. He didn't know what to do.
"My name's Bill Larson. What's yours?"
Terrified, Joe said nothing.
"The quiet type, hey. I like that."
They danced on and when it was over, Bill followed Joe back to
the table where Monica was sitting with the other man. Monica
introduced Joe to him.
"Sam this is my very good friend Joe Watson. Joe this is Sam
Bennet"
Joe was mortified. What if they discovered he was really a
man? But Sam just took his hand.
"My pleasure Jo."
"Will you guys join us?" asked Monica.
"You couldn't keep us away."
Joe had another drink. Later, he found himself on the dance
floor in Bill's arm's again. Bill pulled him close and Joe felt his
nipples rubbing against the man's chest through the satin lining of
his dress, slowly becoming aroused.
Bill placed his hand on Joe's ass. Joe knew he should leave or
at least say something, but with no experience in dealing with a
situation like this, he kept his mouth shut. Joe thought he smelled
something familiar about Bill but couldn't quite place it.
"Must be the cologne." Joe thought. "Maybe it's one I used to
wear."
Bill's pheromones continued to work on Joe, who found himself
relaxing in the tall man's arm's, getting more and more turned on.
Joe wanted to go back to his room so he could play with his titties
and masturbate.
When the dance was over, Bill pulled Joe tight and kissed him.
"NO!" Screamed Joe's mind, but his mouth opened wide, to
receive the man's probing tongue. Joe was paralyzed, he couldn't
unwrap his arms from around Bill. Bill's tongue located his and Joe
found himself playing with it, sucking on it. Then he felt Bill's
right hand on his breast.
Monica watched Bill and Joe swap spit on the dance floor, and
saw Bill cop a feel with no resistance. She smiled.
"Well, he's on his way."
Joe and Bill made small talk as Bill ran his hand up and down
Joe's smooth shapely leg.
"What is it about this guy that's so fascinating," thought
Joe.
Joe was really aroused now, he knew he should leave, but he
couldn't bring himself to do so. He found himself staring into deep
brown eyes, thinking how good-looking Bill was. "What's going on
with me?" Joe thought.
Joe traced his long fingernails along Bill's forearm, playing
with the wiry hairs. Finally he got it out.
"Bill, I really hate to say goodnight, but I have to work
tomorrow, and it's time I was getting home."
Bill would not be deterred from walking Joe to his room. When
the door was open, Joe turned to say goodnight and found himself
transfixed by those brown eyes. Bill pulled Joe close and kissed
him. Joe could feel Bill's hard cock pressing against his abdomen.
His pussy was melting.
"Please Jo. Can I come in? Just for a minute?"
Joe wanted to say," Just a minute my ass. I know your type. I
used to be one." but instead, to his horror, he heard himself
whisper sweetly.
"Yes."
They were kissing in his room now and Joe found himself
unbuttoning Bill's shirt.
"What's that smell?" Joe thought as he put his face to Bill's
chest. Joe ran his long fingernails through Bill's chest hairs,
remembering how his used to look, before they'd been replaced with
boobs.
Bill, meanwhile, had found and undone the buttons of Joe's
turtle neck and pulled the top of his dress down to his waist. Bill
stared at the magnificent tits revealed before him. He put his
mouth to one and started sucking and nibbling on it. Joe was going
crazy. Part of him cried out to stop this and get away, while
another part of him loved it. The latter prevailed.
On the bed now, Bill ran his hands up Joe's thighs, and Joe's
legs parted to admit him. Bill fondled Joe's cunt through his
panties; they were wet."Wow is this one ever hot!" Bill thought.
Joe felt Bill's hand fondling his cunt and reality seemed to
recede. Joe's hand brushed against Bill's cock and he knew what he
had to do. Pushing the man off of him, Joe sat up and started
undoing Bill's belt and trousers."No, no, no. Please don't do
this." Joe implored himself.
Bill's cock stood proudly before his face. Joe took the hard
cock between his bright red lips. He'd never had a queer thought
before, so why now this, all of a sudden? Joe found himself with
Bill's cock all the way down his throat. It felt so good. Joe's
nose was buried in Bill's pubic hairs and he loved the smell.
Bill pushed Joe's head away, then picked him up and turned him
around, facing away. The skirt of Joe's dress was up around his
waist by now. Bill grabbed the tiny bikini and pulled it down. Joe
felt Bill's hand playing with his pussy, then Bill's hands were on
his hips as he entered Joe from behind; doggie style.
Joe felt the thick cock sliding in and out of his pussy. Into
the spirit of it now, Joe raised his butt high and ground his cunt
up against Bill when he pushed in. Bill pushed his swollen cock in
as deep and as hard as he could.
Suddenly, Bill came, filling Joe's hot pussy with come.
"What the fuck?" thought Joe. "I haven't come yet."
Bill pulled out and lay back on the bed.
"Wow Jo. You sure are great in bed."
Joe was still highly aroused and disappointed as he climbed
around to face Bill. Joe was going to berate him when he felt
another craving take control. "Good God no!" he thought, but there
was no stopping it.
Joe found himself hungrily licking Bill's cum off of his spent
cock. He relished it, not having tasted any for so long. When it
was clean Joe lay back,as the inebriated Bill dozed off. Still
unsatisfied, part his mind thought, "Next time get two, and make
sure they're sober."
Where were these thoughts coming from? Joe didn't worry for
long. He started playing with his titties, arousing himself again
in preparation for masturbation. Putting his hand to his cunt, he
felt the wetness in it, and without thinking, brought his hand to
his lips and started licking off the mixture of Bill's cum and his
pussy juice.
