Girly Boy

a Story by Varangian

Spring, 2004

�You raised a good point,� I said to the woman beside me in the elevator.� �I�ve never looked at the matter from that direction.�

We were ascending from a conference session on the second floor.� I intended to have lunch at the roof top restaurant.

�Do you know much about Makto?� she asked.

�He was the topic of my M.A. thesis,� I responded.

Her mouth dropped.� �Then you�re, you�re ��

�Simons, Charles Simons.�� I extended my hand.

�Grace Zandoski,� she responded, grasping it just as the elevator reached the top.� We exited still hand in hand.

�I�ve read your thesis!� she exclaimed.� �Matko is the topic of my dissertation.� I disagree with your interpretation of his motives.�

�So I understand from your question at the meeting.� You�re free to have him.� I did something else for my doctoral thesis.�

�You�re finished?� Do you have a job?�

�Such as it is � a small college in Michigan.�

�Better than nothing!� The job market is tough, especially when you don�t have the degree yet.�

�Try a junior college.�

�I�d take anything!� she exclaimed.

�Then join me for lunch.� My treat, because I�m employed and you�re not.�

�I never turn down a free lunch, Chuck.�� She grinned.

�I prefer to be called Charles,� I responded, returning the smile.� �When I was a boy there was a bully at school who called me Chuck and Chuckie.�

She rolled her eyes.� �I know about bullies!�

While we waited for a table she struck a pose when she discovered my eyes assessing her.

�Do you like what you see, Charles?� she asked in a friendly tone of voice.

�Forgive my rudeness,� I quickly replied.

�Ogle me all you want � I don�t mind.�

She was half a head shorter than I, and her flaxen hair was tied in a pony tail.� The fresh, unblemished face was androgynous, more cute than pretty, and she used little or no makeup.� I stepped back to get a good look her.� She was a slender woman with small breasts, but her shapely limbs were well filled out.

�Very nice,� I remarked.� �How old are you?� You appear to be rather young for a doctoral candidate.

�Twenty-four.� I entered college at sixteen.�

�Pretty and bright too.� That�s a lovely combination.�

�Thank you, sir.� And how old are you?� Are you married?�

�Thirty and no.�

A hostess then interrupted us to announce that our table was ready.� Grace walked ahead of me, allowing a lingering view of her perky behind.� I speculated on my chances with her.� She had either taken an immediate liking to me or she was just naturally friendly.� I hoped for the former, of course.

�I enjoy conventions,� she said after we were seated.� �It�s a break in the routine, and one can meet such interesting people.�

�Yes, like you.�

�Thank you again, sir.� You know, Charles, I feel I�m already acquainted with you.� One can tell a lot about a person from reading what he has written.� And here you are � young and good looking to boot.�

I laughed.� �You beat me to the pass.� I was about to try a pick up line.�

�No need for that; we�re already having lunch together.� Do you think I�m being too forward?�

�Not at all!� It�s refreshing to meet such an intelligent, self-confident woman, especially one who finds me attractive.�

�You are attractive, Charles.� Very.� Now what may I order?� Are you on a budget?�

We flirted and discussed Moldovan history while we ate.� I loved the way her mouth formed around every word, every syllable.� She had an adorable face, and I was confident that I would soon be kissing her expressive lips.� I was going to get laid, I thought.

The dinning crowd thinned out as people left to attend the afternoon sessions, but we remained chatting, having given up on academic pursuits for the day.

�How about a brandy?� I asked.� �I know it�s early, but this seems to be a festive occasion.�

�I�d prefer a rum and Coke.�� She wrinkled her dainty nose at me.

I hailed the waiter, ordering her drink and a whiskey for me.� We were soon sipping our favorite beverages.

�Charles, I have an odd, perhaps rude question to ask.� You may refuse to answer, of course.�

�What is it?�

She squirmed her shoulders.� �Have you ever had a homosexual affair?�

That was certainly unexpected!� But I smiled and answered.

�Between the ages of thirteen and sixteen, until I learned to pick up girls, that�s the only kind of sex I knew.� I had a couple of like-minded buddies.�

�You did it three-way?�

�Yes.� And I�m not ashamed to admit that it remains a fond memory.�

She grinned.� �It�s obvious then that you aren�t a homophobe.�

�Hardly that!�

�In that case I don�t hesitate to reveal a shocking secret about myself.�� She paused, staring into my eyes.� �I�m not a female.�

I gaped at her.� My mouth must have fallen open to create a stupid expression, because Grace giggled.

�You�re joking, of course!�

�I�m quite serious, Charles.� Everything about me is feminine, including my way of thinking.� But there is a discordance with one part of my anatomy.�

�You�re transsexual?�

She nodded.� �When I was younger, in middle school, I was taunted by guys who called me a girly boy.� I had girlish limbs and even the start of small breasts.� I have never grown much body hair.�

�So you were bullied.�

�Absolutely!� It was a horrible time for me.� In college I began a hormone treatment that enhanced my feminine appearance.� I grew real breasts, changed my name to Grace, but where it really counted I remained a male.�

�Have you contemplated surgery?� I asked, leaning on the table, intrigued by the story.

�Yes.� I could become a complete woman, but the cost is too high.� Doctors are known to make mistakes.� The procedure could deprive me of the ability to have orgasms.� My male parts are fully functional, Charles.� I�m able to sire a child.�

I shook my head.� �This is bizarre!� No one would doubt your apparent gender, that of a lovely, delicate female.�

�Until I�m in bed with an unsuspecting lover.�� She shuddered.� �I�ve had a couple of horrible experiences.�

�I can imagine!� So that�s why you asked me that rather impertinent question.� You want to have sex with me, but not if I�m homophobic.�

She took my hand, and I squeezed back.� �I�m horny, Charles.� Extremely so, and you�re my kind of guy.� The only sex I�ve had in over a year has been with myself.�

�You masturbate?�

�Of course!� It�s really strange, I suppose.� I whack off while fondling one of my fully developed breasts with a dildo in my behind.�

I sought to discover something in her voice, an alto tone perhaps, but I heard only a feminine soprano.

�Did I turn you off, Charles?� Should I just get up and leave?�

�Absolutely not!�� My cock was swollen to its limit.� �Let�s go to my room.�

�I�d prefer my own, Charles, if you don�t mind.� I have a tube of lubrication.� We�ll need that, you know.�

We exited the restaurant hand in hand and took the elevator to her room on the fourteenth floor.

* * *

We kissed immediately after closing the door behind us.� One of my hands roamed a perky butt while the other fondled a firm breast that just filled my palm.

�I don�t know what fantasy to entertain,� I said after we paused for breath.

�This is the main event, Charles,� she cooed against my lips.

I still thought of her as a woman.� She felt like one in my arms.� There was nothing masculine about her � while she remained fully clothed.� We kissed again, tongues dueling.

�Undress in the bathroom,� she whispered. �Give me a minute or two to get ready.�

I did as she requested, sitting naked on the toilet, playing with my cock and counting out the seconds.� When I went into the room, Grace had pulled back the covers and sheets of the bed, draping a corner of them over her groin.� I beheld a lovely young woman with long, alluring legs, perky breasts and a girlish face that smiled at me.

�You�re well hung, Charles,� she remarked.

I sat on the edge of the bed, stroked an exquisite thigh and leaned down to suckle a raised nipple.� She sighed and fondled my head.

�It�s up to you, Charles,� she said, running her hand up my arm.� �Do what you want.�

I kissed her intensely, desiring to keep her feminine guise as long as possible, caressing a modest breast.� Then I straightened and pulled back the concealing bedding.� I saw a circumcised, erect cock not six inches long and slender.� The scant hair around it was less than I remembered from my teen age buddies.

�God!� I exclaimed, enfolding the member.� �I�m going to suck you dry, then fuck you lovingly in the ass.�

�And after a shower, Charles,� she murmured against my lips, �I�ll do the same for you.�

Over the next two days we exhausted each other.� Our sexual bouts were interspersed with dinners, shopping trips and visits to art galleries.� An observer would see a man with a pretty woman on his arm.

�I�m not married,� I whispered into her ear as we cuddled the last morning before departure, after I had once more reamed the lovely creature, �but I have a companion, Heidi.�

�I can�t imagine you without someone, Charles,� she responded.� �Is she a jealous person?�

�Not at all.� We have an open relationship. �When I return, she�ll ask if I managed to get laid.�

�And what will you tell her?�� Grace sounded bitter.

�The entire amazing truth, of course.� She�ll certainly want to meet you.� We only live three hours apart by car.� Do you want to have a relationship, Grace?� Maybe three-way with Heidi?�

�I�m not sure about her, Charles, but I definitely don�t want to lose track of you.� My car�s a wreck.� It won�t make it up to Michigan.�

�Heidi and I�ll drive down to visit you on weekends.� We�ll have a ball!�

* * *

�Did you get laid?� Heidi asked after I returned home.

I embraced the strong body and felt an ample tit.� �You won�t believe what happened!� We now have a lonely beauty to play with.� Her name is Grace.�

�And what is so remarkable about Grace?�

I reached under Heidi�s skirt to enfold a large cock.� �You�ll find out!�

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