52 -TIT FOR TAT "1990 SANDY THOMAS

A blush of deep embarrassment surged up inside of me as I realized how feminine I'd become. I was surprised at how easily my slender, supple body had succumbed to all of Jack's substantial male attention. I slid my hands down along the silken delicate fabric of my wrinkled dress that clung round my waist while feeling Jack's hands freely

roam.

I wanted to hide from the anguishing remorse I felt, but I couldn't. As my milky, soft delicate frame squirmed under Jack's weight, I felt tiny electrical shocks exploding, helpless to do anything.

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My eyes were open with a helpless look. Jack whispered, "I love being with you. You're submissive nature drives me mad. You are 100% girl to me. With renewed humiliation, I looked away. A stab of guilt lay buried deeply in my belly. I was facing the harsh realities of flirting with femininity. A hot tear rolled down my cheek.

Would my innocent fun bring gloomy memories? I seemed to be filled with waiting.

Jack picked up the stride of his strokes and was soon on me like a lust craved bull. Jack's every invasion made my heart turn over.

As Jack's passion mounted, I began to spasm with each hot tide of passion like electricity arced through me. I was having feelings like never before. Not totally unpleasant feelings. My mind blanked as I abruptly screeched inward like an unwelcome surge of electricity was released. My head went forward tossing my long dark hair in the air and kicking my legs upward.

Jack had struck a vibrant chord. It was new music, beautiful music, with an exciting melody. My pulse quickened at the speculation of what had happened.

Jack roared, "Here it comes...get ready my sweet girl. ARRRGH!" He ground into me with a definitive infiltration.

We both moaned and our bodies jerked as I felt Jack shoot burst after burst of hot essence deep into my belly ratifying my feminine identity. A rush of fever made my body shutter. I knew I could never be the same.

Jack collapsed, his broad shoulders heaving as he breathed. My soft curves molded to the contours of Jack's athletic body.

At last, we parted a few inches as Jack rolled to the side keeping his arm around my waist. He lifted his head and

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looked directly at me saying quite sincerely, "You are wonderful. I hope you don't hate us. You are really quite a wonderful girl lover. You are going to make a splendid wife to some lucky guy.

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His last words were buried as Jack's mouth covered mine hungrily. I lay drowned in a floodtide of liberation.

My hands instinctively went up and adjusted my long hair...I wanted to look nice.

Everyone was too emotion filled to speak. I simply found my panties and slipped them on. I was almost dizzy. I wasn't sure if it was from the booze or from the turbulence of passion I'd been through. We all straightened up, they watched as I put on a fresh coat of lipstick and fluffed my hair. The men drove me home.

I was in shock from his blunt, honest confession. Victor had experienced the ultimate in femininity; he experienced. the flooding of uncontrollable male joy. Feelings that his mother and centuries of women knew. Essence of male creatures were swimming around in his belly confirming his femininity. It was Victor's birthday in more ways than one. It was the beginning of a new life for Victor. I knew that "he" would never be a man again.

I knew there was something different about Victor from the very beginning. I had tried to ignore the truth but it persisted; Victor liked being a girl. The thought barely crossed my mind before the phone rang.

Victor hopped up and answered the red phone with a very high voice, “Hello."

"I'm okay." Victor replied into the receiver then said, "It's okay...I know. . .maybe... No. . .OK." Then he hung up.

Victor had a funny expression on his face. He shook his head and said, "That was Jack. He wants to take me out again."

"You told him NO, right?"

It seemed that Victor could sense a new, barely controlled power that was coiled inside his body. He shrugged to hide his confusion, then added, "I told him, I'd think about it."

Victor pushed aside a wayward strand of dark hair and quickly changed the subject. I sensed that he didn't want to talk anymore about it. He wanted to talk about his hair and whether he should get it colored. I felt a scream of