A secret never remains unraveled.
It's been two months since I found my husband, Aslan, wearing my clothes, my make-up and smoking my cigarettes. I accepted him as he is and I got used with it. He also knows my guilty secret, that I long wanted to change my genitals with those of a man, but still to remain a woman. To be a shemale. I know well that, the things we do, are strongly prohibited in here. We risk our lives. On the other hand, temptation is too strong. Aslan decided to help me and paid the advance for a strap-on. A fake penis that will give me some satisfaction, of being somehow a shemale. It is not the real thing and it is very expensive... but I like the idea. I can hardly wait to have it.
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today, I came from work before Aslan. I used the extra time to make lunch. And just as I relax myself on the coach, I hear the door opening. He just arrived home.
"Abida, my love", he says, "I got it. The package just arrived".
"Oh mine!" I say. "That is great news!"
"Here it is!" he says, holding a box covered with paper.
I jump off the coach and grab it, then open the pack. As I remove the outer layer of paper, carefully glued all over the product, I see a box of cardboard inside. I open that one too, with a knife. Inside, I find what I so long waited. It is some sort of a belt, to be attached around my crotch. The package also contains two penises, one large and one small. They are made of an elastic material, probably rubber. The large one is a bit longer then the real thing and well textured, made just to fit on the belt. The small one is more elastic, has balls and looks like the real thing when it becomes small.
I hold Aslan in my arms and kiss him. Then, I take up my skirt and put the belt, then I add the big one. As I let my skirt down, I notice a bulge that becomes visible.
"How do I look?" I ask.
"Like a shemale", he answers.
"I am a shemale! I am a shemale! I am a shemale!" I say, dancing of happiness and jumping in the room. Then I notice that, when I jump, sometimes it becomes visible.
"I am happy that you are happy", says Aslan, smiling and kissing me.
I just keep on looking at myself, at the bulge this thing makes under my skirt.
"You like it?" I ask.
"Yes, it is amazing", he says.
"Why don't you also become a shemale?" I ask.
He doesn't hesitate and changes. He takes off his man clothes, then dresses like a woman. He has now white plastic sandals, skin-colored shiny pantyhose and a white-red dress. I have white plastic sandals, light-brown pantyhose, a pink dress with flowers design and a grey shirt. We both have bracelets, earrings and a necklace. We look like two women.
I take off the big penis and put the small one. The bulge vanishes, but I can still feel it, hanging in front of my feet. So nice! I can walk with this on, even on the street. I touch myself, to see if it is visible somehow. No, it is not at all. And if I move the belt and the small penis under pantyhose, it will clearly not be visible by anyone.
As Aslan finishes dressing and applying make-up, I put back the big one. We both stand up, looking one at each other. He hugs me and kisses me. I feel my fake penis touching his body. So incredible! Until now, I could fell his, touching me, when it grew in size, when we were going to make love. He always tried to hide it. But now, I have one too!
"I see nothing under your skirt!" I say, laughing.
"It is under the pantyhose", he answers.
"Still, mine is bigger", I say, kissing him.
He moves his hand under my skirt, touching it. Too bad it is rubber and not real. I wish I could feel what he is feeling. But still, it is amazing. A man touching my penis, just as a woman would do to a man!
I also move my hand and gently push his pantyhose off, just to release his organ. It is already hard. And now I look at his dress. The bulge is visible too.
"We are two shemale people having fun", he says.
He starts playing with my fake penis, moving his fingers around. He is stroking me. I look as the dress moves up and down, above his hand. So exciting! I never imagined this will one day be possible. So, I start stroking him too. My hand is moving under his dress and his hand is moving under my skirt.
We do this one or two minutes, then I say:
"How do you guys do it when you are alone?"
"Simple", he says.
I take it in my own hand. It is a different texture, unlike the real thing. I start stroking myself.
"Not like this", he says. "Like this".
He shows me how. Faster and without touching the top. This thing also touches my clit and gives me some satisfaction.
"How do I look?" I ask.
"A bit scared", he says.
I light a cigarette, while I keep on stroking. Faster, even if my hand is starting to feel tired. He takes the mirror and lets me see myself. I see in the mirror what is under the skirt, my pantyhosed feet and the fake penis, my hand moving up and down. Then, as he moves the mirror up, I see my waist, my breasts and my face. All my body is participating in this up-down movement. It is some sort of endless twitching. My bracelets make noise. And as I smoke, I see the smoke getting out of my mouth in small bursts. It is more exhausting then I thought, but the pleasure is behind everything I imagined.
He puts the mirror back to its place and sits near me. With one hand, he tries to help me. I take his hand and put it on his organ. He understands and strokes himself. It takes a few more minutes, then I finish the cigarette. I try to stroke him and me in the same time. He does the same, with his hands: one on me and one on himself.
Then, he says:
"Stop, I am almost ready".
He takes an empty pack of cigarettes and fills it with his fluid. Then, he comes to me, starting to massage my breasts. He penetrates me with a finger. That is enough. It takes only a few seconds and I have an orgasm that almost makes me scream. A few more minutes and we both lie on bed, exhausted.
"Are you ok?" he asks.
"Yes", I answer. "It was amazing".
The rest of the evening, I keep the strap-on in position. I love to see the bulge under my skirt. I continue to touch it and play with it. In bed, I change with the small penis, still keeping it on.
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In the morning, we wake-up. I feel like it was all a dream. "This cannot be real", I say to myself. But the evidence is here. I feel the small penis in front of my feet. As we go to work, I think about wearing it all day. Should I? But what if someone finds out? What should I do in that case? It will be a disaster. If anyone will find out, we both are doomed. So, I decide to let it in the house.
We both go to work, like in every day. But, as I return home, I find Aslan arrived before me. He looks scared. Something happened. Did someone see through the window what was happening? We are very careful not to. After we kiss, he says:
"Syracuse wants to see us. We are invited on the road to hill top, at the former aqueduct, at 18.47".
"What?" I say, surprised. "Why?"
"I don't know. I just got this note", he says, showing me a sheet of paper.
"Who gave it to you?"
"A child, I don't know him".
"What now?" I ask, scared, even more scared then he is.
This is how information circles around, on notes of paper like this one. Well, I have nothing against to be in a small business involving the mafia, but not with Syracuse. What a fuck? What is going on? Why should a prince call us? Who are us? Nobody.
"Have you done anything?" I ask, scared.
"No, Abida. I never did anything. You know me well".
"Then, what a fuck is going on?"
"I have no idea".
"I am scared to death".
"Come on", he says. "What reason would he have to kill us? Did we do anything?"
"It could be about that gay we helped emigrate".
"That man is for sure at a safe distance. We can tell the whole truth".
"On the fuck with him! Now, we are going to die".
"A prince never kills without a reason", he says. "They need support from the people. Killing innocents is something they never did".
That's right. Mafia leaders try to be friendly with the people. I've seen them giving milk and cookies to children.
"I think we should go", says Aslan. "We have 7 km to walk and need to be in time".
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The road was once asphalted. Now, it is mostly a dirt road, with holes and tranches deep enough to make major problems to any vehicle. It climbs over a hill. On the other side, there was once a factory. Now, there is nothing left. Thieves took even the last piece of scrap. They broke concrete to take what metal they could find, to sell it.
We get to the top of the hill. Here, the road passes over an old aqueduct. It used to bring water from upstream, to a power plant and then downstream for irrigations. Now, it lies abandoned, filled with vegetation. Even The road bridge is cracked, with holes enough to fit your foot in. Not good for a car. We are in forest. The town is no longer visible behind us. Nothing can be heard, just the sound of birds and some wind.
It is 18.24 and we wait. This waiting is really painful. I smoke one cigarette after another, thinking about what can happen. Syracuse himself is coming here! But why? Why for us? What have we done? I don't get the point.
My nerves are stretched to the limit. Aslan is more patient.
TO BE CONTINUED
