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Many kinds of Wonderful

It had not been the best of days at work for Chris M., with the exception of one of his cus- tomers: a woman named Bobbie Anne Shepherd who was graced with the prettiest smile and the sexiest legs he'd seen in a long, long time. As he lay back in his chair and put his feet up on his desk, he though to himself, "I've got to figure out some way to get to know this lovely lady better- much better. I don't quite know how, but I'm not going to let her get away as I have other tempting women in recent years." Chris drifted into a daydream, where he found himself in the midst of a large crowd watching a huge parade going by. As floats and caravans passed him by, he was getting restless until he caught a glimpse of Bobbie Anne waving to the crowd from a classic 1965 Mustang Convertible, with the name Club Illusion on its side. Much to his surprise, this daz- zling damsel seemed to be eye- ing him too, and was motioning his way.

Chris was so taken back with this "come hither" gesture, he almost ran off in the opposite direction. But he managed to scrunch up his courage, and give her a "Are you pointing to me?" look. When Bobbie Anne defi- nitely smiled towards him this time, he didn't hesitate to bolt from the crowd and hop into the seat next to her. Without hesita- tion, she began to kiss with all her passion. Not in front of all these people, Chris first wanted to say, but soon he was returning her kiss with all of his passion, and then some. Bobbie's gloved hands wandered down Chris' chest, and found themselves rest- ing over the bulge in his jeans.

"Hmmmm, this is going to be

by Selena Anne Shephard

Chapter I

The Call of Desire

FUN," she whispered in his ear, as she unzipped him, freed his cock, and stroked it hard and long. When she dove her luscious lips

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over it, Chris was a very, very happy man. He thought about letting her take him to an ecstatic orgasm, but he also wanted to taste what she had between her legs. He reversed positions and aimed for her awaiting cuntlips, at least that was what he assume he would be licking in a second or two. But when he lifted up her skirt, he was confronted with something, just something com- pletely different.

"Oh, man, you're a man," he blurted out when he saw Bobbie's dick aiming his way.

"Just because I've got that big thing down there, it doesn't nec- essarily make me a man," she replied. "It just makes me an ex- tra-special woman, one who you could have a lot of fun with, if you just give me a chance."

"No way!" Chris screamed out, as he jumped out of the car and scurried away as fast as he could. At this point, he awakened from

his startling vision and was thrilled to discover it was all in his mind. But then he wondered to himself, Hey, what if this stun- ning gal really does have a stiff one rather than a wet hole, would that be so freaky? I mean, Bobbie Anne is so drop dead gorgeous, maybe she, or he, whatever, might actually be fun to play with, if I just gave her a chance.

For the next few days, Chris had so much work to do that he managed to push aside most of his visions of Bobbie-whether with a pussy or a prick. but after coming across an ad for Club Illusion in New York City, with "Bobbie Anne Shephard" given top billing, he began to fantasize once again about this captivating crea- ture of either/or, or possibly, both genders.

Maybe, I should go to this club some night, and just see what's really up, he mused. So, that week- end, Chris headed for New York, feeling both apprehensive and excited, which made perfect sense to him considering the cir- cumstances. His trip to the city went much better than he ex- pected as he not only found his destination easily, but he also came across a parking spot right across the street. This must be my lucky day, he thought, after back- ing into the space, and when he caught sight of a pair of exoti- cally dressed ladies bopping into the club. He didn't hesitate to follow the scintillating duo in- side, but much to his dismay he quickly lost them amidst all the people.

"Damn, where are they?" he spoke out, but soon Chris' wan- dering eyes focused on the stage area where he was thrilled to sport his reason for coming to Club Illusion in the first place. There

she was, Miss Bobbie Anne Shephard, provocatively adorned in a black lace teddy, long gloves, patent thigh boots with 5-inch spiked heels, and delighting a flock of admirers with her sultry dancing. He peered around and was astonished to see cocks com- ing out of pants right and left, and a number of them emerging from beneath skirts and dressed. Then he saw Bobbie Anne reach into her crotch and pull out her lengthy dick, and all he could do was stare at it. OK, so that is a real cock on Bobbie, Chris thought, and you know I can't explain why, but it does look awfully tempting. Yep, I must get to know this gal, or guy, or whatever sex she may be, or I'll never be satisfied.

Just after Bobbie's dance reached a wild climax, Chris hur- ried to the back of the stage, and as she headed for her dressing room, he spoke out. "Bobbie Anne, you're a dream come true, you know that?" She appeared to smile his way, yet continued to walk on by. Chris sadly went back to his seat to see the next act, figuring that he was just one of far too many men who were enchanted by this titillating cocky girl. But then a waiter delivered a note to his table:

Dear Dreamer, Why don't you come backstage and tell me more. Selena Anne

and his mood began to change greatly. And when he was promptly escorted to Miss Shephard's dressing room, where she stood before him looking more tantalizing than ever, Chris was absolutely elated.

"So, you think I am a dream come true," she said, as she toyed with her long, beautiful blonde hair. "Hey, don't I know you?"

"Well, sort of, you came into my shop in New Jersey the other

MANY KINDS OF WONDERFUL day," Chris replied sheepishly. "Sure, you're name is Chris, right?"

"How did you remember?" he said, as his confidence began to grow.

"I found you intriguing. In fact, I was planning to go back to your store next week just to make fur- ther contact."

"Ah, come on, I'm just a regu- lar guy."

"Perhaps so, but for some rea- son, I have a sense I could turn you into an extra special gal like myself."

"No way, I couldn't imperson- ate a female!" he exclaimed, won- dering what he might be getting himself in for.

Bobbie reached out to put her hands upon his knees, and said, "Come on, Chris, give me a chance. I am certain I can trans- form you from an average dude to a dazzling damsel."

"Come on, Chris, give me a chance. I am certain I can'

transform you from an average dude to a dazzling damsel."

"You know, Bobbie," he re- plied, as he gazed into her mes- merizing green eyes, "perhaps I am up for such a radical change."

"Yeah, I can tell by that rise in your jeans. Why don't you shed your masculine garb right now, and let's jump into this."

"Why not," Chris said, as he hurriedly stripped down, reveal- ing seven and a half inches of rock hard manliness.

"That looks rather tasty," she said, "but I do believe I'll wait until it's surrounded by satin and lace before I found out for sure." Bobbie then took a pair of bright red panties out of her drawer, and handed them to Chris. He didn't hesitate to step into them and pull them up to his crotch. Then she handed him a matching bra to put on, and instructed him on how to clasp it behind his

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"Oh, these feel so good, Bobbie. I don't know why I didn't. crossdress when I was a kid."

"Just be thankful you're now discovering this most rapturous way to play. One of the saddest things to me is to realize that there are so many guys who never-not once in their lives, not even on Halloween-find out what thrills can be gotten from feminine fashions, and now you can do it for the rest of your life, right?"

"You're right, this is just the beginning, isn't it?" he said, as Bobbie tightened a waist cincher around his torso. "Whew, that is extremely tight."

"Just keep breathing, you'll be OK. After awhile, the joy will take over and you won't notice the pain at all. Now, I bet you don't know how to roll stockings up your legs, do you?" Chris shook his head. "I just don't under- stand why such things aren't taught in schools these days," Bobbie said with a big smile, as she helped show him the proper way to encase his gams in silk. Her divine touch was such a turn-on, it almost caused Chris to cum, but he managed to hold back his flowing juices. I wonder how long I am going to last, he mused inwards, then again, I'm so excited at becoming a girl, I might be able to shoot two or three times. Still, I better try to hold myself back and wait for a stupendous climax.

"So, Chris, do you want to be a classy lady, a sultry lass, or perhaps, the girl next door?"

"All three, and more," he an- swered.

"Ah, you are a lot like me. It is silly to stifle one's self with just a single femme persona when there are so many wonderful ones to choose from. Then again, it's usually best to go with one at a time, so what will it be?".

"Why don't I go sultry for the first time."

"Sounds great to me. I've got a vinyl skirt with zippers on each side that is so hot, and with sti-