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t what? That dress. Yep. First I went to Carson’s, and I tried on a couple of dresses but nothing seemed right, you really don’t know till you try them on, especially when your body is, well you know, so then I went to Marshall Fields, oh I mean Macy’s, I keep forgetting they changed the name, and I just fell in love with this dress! Ron had the biggest smile on his face. What’s so funny? I asked defensively. Missy, listening to you talk about shopping for your new dress, you are such a girl! Seriously, if I didn’t know…. Well, let’s just pretend that you don’t know, buster! Okay? I just want to be a girl tonight. Don’t worry. He eased the car through the gears and I sat back contentedly, listening to soft jazz on the stereo. I wondered if Ron was rich? How was your afternoon? I asked him. Fantastic. A deal I’ve been working on for two years finally closed. Cool, what kind of deal? I sold my business. Wow, what kind of business? I thought you were just a girl tonight, he chuckled, squeezing my silky knee. Before I could protest, he

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went on, I started an Internet company working from home, built it up, and Yahoo bought me out. They want me to stay on as a consultant. So he really is rich! I said to myself. Ron pulled into a parking spot in an underground garage, and scooted behind the car to open my door. I could get used to this! I said to myself as he took my hand and helped me out. Thanks, it isn’t easy sometimes, dressed like this, I confided. He kept my hand as we walked through the garage. I had trouble keeping up him in my stilettos, which he must have sensed, because he slowed his pace. Sorry Missy, I don’t know how you can walk in those heels! One of the dilemmas of being a woman. I can’t begin to describe how exciting it was to hold Ron’s hand, dressed to kill, as we emerged from the garage into a crowd of beautifully dressed Opera aficionados. Ron, by the way, was resplendent in a navy blue suit, crisp white shirt and Hermes tie. I was so proud to be the woman holding his hand, and so happy I’d found the perfect dress! There was a line at the ladi

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es room, but Ron waited patiently while I made my way in. I didn’t have to go, but after walking in the breeze, I wanted to fluff my hair and make sure my stockings were still up. What a lovely dress, the woman next to me said, and who was I to disagree with her? Ron must have had season’s tickets, because as soon as I got out he walked me directly to one of the doors in the cavernous auditorium, where we followed an usher to our seats. I glanced at my program. Don Giovanni! Mozart’s masterpiece about a philandering rogue and the women he wronged…. * * * The Opera was fabulous. Sitting there in a cloud of taffeta, I totally lost myself in the experience, enthralled by the music, the costumes, the settings…at intermission, Ron escorted me to the bar, where we sipped champagne and chatted about the performance, as if we really were a sophisticated man and woman. After the second act, we waited for the aisles to start clearing before we walked slowly back to Ron’s car, hand in hand once again. We pulled out of the garage, and Ron

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started driving north. Where are you taking me? I asked him. I thought we might have dinner at my place, if you’d like. A little alarm bell went off in my head. That would be nice, but it’s an awful lot of trouble for you! Not really. I sort of planned things out this afternoon. I bit my tongue and decided to roll with it. I really liked Ron, and now I’d get to see how he lived. We rode in silence for a few minutes, before he pulled into the driveway of a to-die-for townhouse on the Gold Coast. It was beautifully furnished and immaculately clean, and the table in the formal dining room had already been set to perfection. Ron opened a bottle of very expensive champagne, and I sipped it while he busied himself in the kitchen. It looked like he’d ordered takeout from an expensive Thai restaurant, and it didn’t take him long to warm it up. Over a candlelight dinner, Ron and I got to know each other. I told him about my secret life as a kid, dressing up in my older sister’s clothes after she went off to college, and about how I’d stru

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ggled for years to suppress my strange desires when I started dating girls. My failed marriage, and the reemergence of my female self as Missy when I was on the road, intrigued him. Am I the first guy you’ve met on Craigslist? he asked me. brem [NOTE: This is more of a vignette than a story, and was written in response to a write a story to go with this picture challenge. The picture was from an anime or manga, and the subject was a futanari girl taking a boy from behind in a gymnasium. span class c2 Naoki span is a boy’s name meaning ‚honest tree‘ in Japanese; span class c2 Izumi span is a unisex name but more commonly used by girls; it means ‚fountain‘ or ’spring.‘ Since their age is not explicitly stated in the story itself, they are both in their senior year and therefore over 18.] em Izumi did very well in math and science; she liked those classes. They challenged her mind and there was always more, branching off in path after path. Besides, Naoki was in those classes, and she liked him, a lot. That was the only problem with

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those classes, really; she started thinking about him and got distracted, until the teacher got her attention again, which usually meant detention. She didn’t like gym class. She was petite to start with, but also quite full-busted; when she came out onto the gym floor in the school regulation t-shirt and shorts, she was certain every boy in the class was staring at her chest. The other girls in the class didn’t help; none of them were as well-endowed as she was and they resented her. Her other problem was that she was almost always late to lunch, because she simply em had em to wait until all the other girls were finished showering and dressing, for which they teased her as well. Don’t pet the kitty, Izumi! they’d laugh. If only they knew. She was also very sure it would be a bad idea to see the other girls naked; she had to excuse herself to the girls‘ bathroom often enough as it was just thinking about them. Or about Naoki. But today things had changed. The school had rearranged the class schedules, so now her gym class was in

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the morning, before study period, and the other half of the boys‘ class was in that period. She’d felt her heart skip a beat when she saw Naoki coming onto the gym floor in his tee-shirt and close-fitting gym shorts. And when it turned out the class was supposed to go swimming, she and Naoki had forgotten their swimsuits, so Teacher had told them to stay behind in the gym. Nnnn… please, Izumi… Naoki panted, shivering violently. Oh, please…! Yes… yes, nearly yes! she panted back, thrusting hard, gripping his hips tightly. She’d been nervous, afraid he’d see her and realize what she was, but when the moment came – when his eyes drifted down to see the prominent bulge in her shorts, and she’d seen the answering bulge in his – they were both naked in next to nothing flat. His eyes had widened when her nine-inch monster sprang up, freed of her shorts, but his four-incher had responded rapidly. The feeling of his mouth stretched around her had been bliss, his tongue warm and wet, probing and tasting her, but that had paled next

to the moment that followed, when he braced himself on the vaulting horse. Izumi had hissed in pleasure as she spread his butt cheeks wide and then both of them had gasped as she entered him. A choked cry had burst from his throat as she pushed and pushed and em pushed, em until her boobs squashed against his back and she felt his bum against her thighs. For a moment they had just rested there, her cock pulsing in his snug hole. He was taller than she was, but she em felt em taller – tall, strong, powerful. She started thrusting, slowly at first, but with increasing speed and need, and he panted and moaned with every stroke. She was close, she knew; the feeling she had from hidden pleasure at home, when she wrapped her fingers around herself and spilled into guiltily-hidden tissues that were quickly flushed; it was on her, but stronger, so much stronger than ever before… Oh… oh… Naoki-chan, it’s, it’s here, it’s going… I’m going to shoot! she cried out. Her hands were on his hips and some primal instinct made her clench ti

ghtly, pulling him back as she thrust hard. His hands came off the vault horse, he was warm and soft against her, crying out Izumi! Oh Izumi, I love you! Please! She exploded, her violet eyes opening wide as pleasure

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