Before & After

By Mel Huntington

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A man decides he suffers from a Hormonal Imbalance and finds a solution. A topical solution, that is.

I

I shut the water off and stepped out of the shower, silently wishing that a federal law could be enacted mandating decent-sized towels at all lodging establishments in these United States of America. I made due with what I had and then stepped out of the bathroom into the vanity/closet area of the motel room.

I inspected myself in the mirror: 5'8", blonde hair, blue eyes, 155 pound lean but not un-muscular build. I thankfully noted one blessing: Before I met my wife I had taken up competitive swimming and so Jamie had never seen me unshaven from beard to toe. It served its competitive purpose in the pool, but a very different one today.

I set the black overnight bag on the counter of the vanity and paused before removing its contents. My eyes moved up, and bored in on my reflection. I stared hard, challenging myself. Are you really ready to do this? Yes, I answered. I have to. I really have to.

I reached into the bag and removed the things that I had hid away in the safe deposit box because even after marriage I couldn't simply throw them away: a blonde wig, white lace bra, white garter belt & hose and the super-perky breast form I'd found four years before at the Glamour Boutique website. I reached in the bag again and found the other item, still in its satin pouch. I squeezed the hard rubber shaft of the long dildo with the suction cup at the end.

You were a big improvement over a banana, but I won't need you today, I thought.

Then I looked at my crotch and shook my head.

"You're out of place, old buddy."

I put my laptop on the counter and clicked first on the tucking tutorial I'd bookmarked. When I was finished, I was very pleased with the results. My testicles secured inside me, my cock taped away, I had the bare, flat crotch I'd only imagined before. First I slipped the garter belt up to my waist, then carefully pulled on the deliciously soft lace hose and secured them to the garter. Finally I reached into the bag and found my most recent purchase, a white thong, and slid it on.

Looking at my newly feminized crotch, I wondered why I hadn't tried this before. Oh yes, I thought, because you wanted to stroke your cock while blowing the dildo, remember?

I pulled out the breast forms and the clear bra that secured them to my chest. Soon the weight of my almost-real tits felt familiar and wonderful, and I liked the idea of putting on makeup while nude in front of the mirror. I set up my laptop on the counter and watched the videos I had stored on the hard drive. Everything was so unfamiliar and challenging. Before I just needed lipstick but today I had to appear as femininely as possible, and so I followed the videos and did the best job I could with foundation, blush, eyeliner, eye shadow, mascara and finally the one part of a woman's beauty routine I felt comfortable with, lipstick. When I was finished I cringed a little but all in all, I thought I looked OK. I didn't need to pass out in public, and so I accepted the results I had achieved.

With my makeup done, I pulled out the blond wig and put it on my head. The hair was long and straight and fell down to the top of my breast forms. I slipped the white lace D-cup bra onto my shoulders and slipped the underwire cups under the breast forms, and when I brought the hook and clasp together in the back I smiled at the way my breasts were pushed up and together, giving me cleavage any girl would envy.

I turned to the full length mirror to see the full effect of what I had done to transform myself. I had no hips or bootie of course, and hadn't bothered to paint my nails or pluck my eyebrows - that was a bridge too far if I was going to return home to my wife. I wasn't beautiful, but I was as beautiful as I could make myself. I wore pretty makeup, a blond wig, had real-looking breasts and no unsightly bulge ruined the shape of my thong. I had on beautiful white undergarments, like a virginal bride on her wedding night. It wasn't my wedding night but I was about to lose my virginity.

Just then there was a knock on the door, and my heart jumped in my chest. It was time.

II

I took a deep breath, then opened the door. Two faces with opposite expressions greeted me: One was disappointed, one was triumphant. Triumphant spoke.

"See dude, I told you it was going to be a guy! I knew it."

"Hey, I said sometimes you get lucky and it's a girl giving head, but even when its not, its usually pretty damn good head. You give good head, don't you?"

I wasn't about to tell him that he was going to be my first. I tried to raise the pitch of my voice but what came out was hardly different than my regular speaking voice.

"Why don't you come inside and find out? I'm Danielle."

The young man replied as he walked into the hotel room, his friend following with a smirk:

"OK, first rule, you don't speak while you suck my cock."

"Man, you're gonna let this guy wearing fake tits and makeup blow you? I don't know if we can be friends after this. He didn't even paint his nails. You don't look much like a woman there, buddy."

"What are you talking about? He's got pretty lips and that's all he needs."

"Maybe your friend should leave us alone?"

"No, he's my ride."

"Allright, but no more comments from the peanut gallery."

I looked at the man who was willing to allow me to blow him, and saw he was a little younger than me, 19 or 20 probably, physically fit and reasonably good looking. He stood in front of me, his palms open at his side as if to say "Here I am."

I wanted to lift his t-shirt over his head, to explore the broad expanse of his muscular chest with my lips and tongue, to kiss my way down to his crotch like I'd fantasized about before. But I knew that he wouldn't tolerate that. Instead I kneeled in front of him and waited. He slipped his shorts down and stepped out of them, while talking to his friend.

"You keep your eyes closed, you can pretend it's anyone you want giving you a hummer."

He stood in front of me, my mouth at crotch level, his boxers still on. I took a deep breath, then reached inside the band and pulled his boxers down.

Now I was face-to-face for the first time with a cock, that manicdepressive ruler of men. It could assume many forms, shrunken and pulled in when cold, long but flaccid after a warm shower, hard and excited when it's getting some (or about to get some, or just thinking about the only thing it ever thinks about). It could also take the form it had now: Not shrunken so much as disinterested. I had to make it interested in me.

Rubber cocks are cold and impersonal, real ones warm and inviting, even when they are flaccid and indifferent. His cock was cut, average-size, nothing special - other than the fact that it was about to be my first. His pubes were untrimmed and covered his balls thickly. I put my left hand on his balls, and instantly I regretted not painting my nails. My thick stubby male hands looked wrong as I tilted his soft cock upward toward my lips. After ten or twelve years of thinking about it, I slipped another man's member inside my mouth.

The flavor was a little pungent and musky, but not overwhelmingly so. Totally new and unfamiliar, I knew I would have no further use for rubber cocks. I suckled gently at the mushy texture of his flaccid penis, sliding up and down along its short length as I cupped another man's balls for the first time in my life. Soon it began to stir in my mouth. It was as if the actions of my lips and tongue were pulling blood into the shaft, making it grow and harden. Soon I got my first taste of what every hard cock releases: slightly salty pre-cum. I had drawn it out of him, as my lips and tongue had produced the raging erection in my mouth.

I realized that the reality of sucking cock was every bit as good as my fantasy.

Now that his cock was hard, I began to concentrate on the techniques I'd used to fellate the dildo. I twirled my tongue around the head, then licked my way down the shaft. When I came back up the shaft I looked up at him but his eyes were closed. I wanted to look at him as I sucked his cock but I realized he didn't want to see the person blowing him. As I slid my lips over the extraordinary soft smooth texture of the head, I looked up again and saw him smile. That was enough for now - my lips were pleasuring his cock and pleasing him, and that pleased me. I began to concentrate on taking more of his cock into my mouth on each slow down stroke. Fully erect his cock was about six inches long, a very nice size I knew I could handle after my experience with the eight inch dildo. I was going to convince him I really did give good head.

After sucking his length several times, I slid my tongue hard over the underside of the head, then tried to stimulate it with the same upturned tongue I use on my wife's clit. He started to moan which really thrilled me and I stopped quickly, afraid I might drive him over the edge too soon. I slipped him out of my mouth and leaned forward to tongue his balls, a whole new experience. The thick pubic hair gave them an odd texture, but I engulfed one testicle in my mouth, then the other, before tongue bathing each in turn. He was starting to sway on his feet, moving himself against my mouth and lips, using them for his pleasure the way he wanted it, and I happily submitted like the good girl I'd fantasized about being.

I curled my tongue around his shaft and slid up and down, sideways, then I took the head inside my mouth and began to suck him strongly, insistently, silently begging him to empty his balls into my mouth. He began to thrust then, and I shifted my head away a tiny bit so that he couldn't thrust too deeply. I moaned loudly around his cock as he fucked my face and soon he was moaning loudly too. His cock was changing again, throbbing inside my mouth when he yelled.

"I'm gonna cum!"

I pulled off his cock just as his jism started to shoot out of it. Four, five, six times thick ropes of warm cum exploded out of his cock, landing on my forehead, cheeks and finally the last few spurts in my waiting mouth. The flavor was slightly bitter, not sweet as I hoped, but I loved it just the same. When his climax ended, I wanted to clean his cock for him, to engage in the cum-play that I had dreamed of doing for so many years, but he didn't want any of it. He pulled his boxers back up and then pulled up his shorts.

He spoke to his friend.

"Like I said, they usually give great head."

And with that they walked out without a word, leaving me on my knees, the taste of his cock and cum lingering in my mouth, his cum streaking my face. I got off my knees and walked to the mirror and stared at the white streaks across my ridiculous-looking makeup. My unpainted nails at the end of my too-thick fingers rose toward my nose and scooped up and moved a gobule of cum to my mouth. I hated the way I looked but I loved what had been deposited on my face.

Was it good for you too? I asked my reflection. Was it worth the wait?

Definitely, I thought. But next time it will be better. I just have to figure out how to make it everything I've been dreaming about.

I quickly stripped out of my cock-sucker outfit, and cleaned the makeup off of my face before carefully removing the tape across my groin. My cock and balls slipped out of their hiding place and reminded me of their existence in the dull ache that radiated out of my groin. Soon I was dressed and dialing my wife as I walked down the hall to the exit.

"Yeah Jamie, I just need to make a quick stop at the bank then I'll be right home. I love you too."

When I got home I kissed my wife, and she wrinkled her nose.

"What's that on your breath? I've got some mint gum in my purse."

I took a stick and felt the flavor wash over and overwhelm the lingering taste of my first load. I didn't mind - I knew there would be many more.

III

In the days that followed my oral deflowering, I began to realize that short of hormones and surgery, and not to mention, a divorce, I wouldn't ever satisfy my desire to present myself as unmistakably female to a man so that I could truly experience what I had fantasized about since childhood.

The next weekend my wife spent the afternoon at the mall, and I was idly searching the web. I thought about my situation and decided that "hormonal imbalance" was what I suffered from, since all men had some female hormones and all women had some male hormones. It was just that the proportion in my body was all wrong.

As I clicked on "search" I began to wonder why we trust Google's definition of the most useful search results. Why should we only be interested in the sites that are popular as measured by hits and links to other sites? My problem is hardly a common one, if there's a solution out there, who is to say it's not buried after dozens of pages of worthless so-called "hits"?

I scanned the first page of hits and saw many medical sites for supplements aimed at menopausal women. I decided to look deeper into the search results and skipped ahead to the tenth page, then the twentieth page, and so on until I was a hundred pages deep into the most popular web search engine's results. I kept scrolling down and then I saw it:

Before-and-after.com
Topical Solution for Hormonal Imbalance

I clicked on the link and was greeted with two photos, of a man and a woman, both with Latin features. There were sliders at the bottom of each photo and I clicked on the one below the photo of the male and dragged it from left to right.

My eyes grew wide in amazement.

The head-shot of the male transformed into that of a woman. Not a postoperative tranny either, but a woman whose look gave no hint that she wasn't born female. Centered below the picture was the word "Before". When the slider was pulled over to the right, it changed to "After".

My brain couldn't quite process what I saw, and so I stared closely at different parts of the picture as I moved the slider back and forth. It was when I studied the eyes that I became convinced that this really was the same person.

I ignored the picture of the woman and went straight to the top right corner of the screen where the link said "Enter Website". The website itself was in Brazilian Portuguese.

There was a photo of two large bottles, like the kind of shampoo bottles you might find at a Cost Co or Sam's Club. One said "Before" and the other said "After". There were a few smaller bottles around them, each with the same label visible - "Before" or "After". I highlighted the copy and pasted it into a Google translate text box.

Hormonal balance not right? Before and After is the topical solution for hormonal imbalances! Easy to apply, no prescription necessary, instant results. Now with Aloe!

I smiled and thought, well at least its good for the skin. Then my eyes went down to the small print at the bottom. The translation was

These statements not evaluated by any federal drug agency. Not for the treatment of any medical condition, disease or illness. Use as directed. For external use only.

I thought to myself, if it wasn't legit, why would they use the verbiage that every other "homeopathic" or "natural" supplement company does? Then I noticed that the company took all major credit cards including American Express. I knew they couldn't maintain those relationships in good standing if a lot of people felt ripped off and went to their credit card issuers to reverse the charges. Then I thought about Brazil - wasn't it one of the best known places on earth for gender-bending locals? It made perfect sense that such a lotion would be invented for the local population, but that they wouldn't make any sort of dent in Google's so-called "rankings" of search results at least not without a massive advertising budget.

I'd guessed that maybe there was a solution out there, and now I was sure I had found it. I pulled out my credit card and placed an order. Shipping was pricey but I knew I'd have paid twice as much in the hopes that this product would give me results like I saw in the Before & After photos.

It was ten days before the package arrived at my office, and it was a few days later that I found myself back in the same hotel, standing nude in front of the vanity mirror, my new purchase spread out on the counter.

First I picked up a large tube which said Volumizing Hair Gel for the New You. The directions said to spread through wet hair then apply heat. There was also a bottle of small tablets. Those directions said to place on tongue and dissolve in mouth. The directions on the Before and After bottles said to apply with cotton balls and so I had brought a dozen bags of cotton balls, being uncertain how many I would need.

I decided to start with the hair gel. I figured that whatever happened, I could always just go get a haircut if the results were disappointing. I poured the pink-tinted gel into my hands, then spread it through my hair. It was like the shaping gel I normally used, but I never used the hair drier on it. I plugged in the appliance and turned it on, and watched in amazement as my blond hair grew thicker, fuller, softer and longer before my eyes. When it was dry I had beautiful honey blond locks falling past my shoulders. I brushed my new hair out, so much prettier than the blond wig, and smiled at my reflection. This was an excellent start, I thought. When I looked down to pick up the "After" bottle, my new hair fell forward, and I used each finger to flip the hair behind my ear.

My first hair flip, I thought.

I took a deep breath, then opened the bottle of After and poured a bit onto the first cotton ball. It was pink and thick, like the shampoo my wife uses. I decided to start with my eyes, and smeared the cotton ball along my eyebrow. When I pulled my hand away I was shocked to see that my eyebrow was now tweezed into the alluring shape of a woman's, and ... could it be? My brow had receded into my head!

Freaked out, I grabbed the Before bottle and poured some onto a new cotton ball. The liquid looked the same only it was blue in color. I smeared it over the same eyebrow and breathed a sigh of relief when my hand moved away and I saw my familiar bushy brow and male brow structure restored.

"Wax on, wax off, aye Daniel-San?"

I said in my best Mr. Miyagi voice. I picked up the pink-colored cotton ball and reapplied the topical solution for hormone imbalance, changing my eye brow and eye structure again, then smearing it across the other eyebrow. I could see how much easier it would be to put on eye makeup now, with my brow receded into my skull and my eye brows shaped into an arch.

"Or is that Danielle-San?"

And I laughed like Pat Morita did when he told his pupil he was "all wet behind ear!" Yes, I thought, I may be completely inexperienced but soon, thanks to Before & After, I am going to be a woman.

I turned my attention to my cheeks. With each swipe of the pink solution, the gray pallor of my male beard disappeared, replaced by softer, lighter skin that had never felt the touch of a razor blade. I smeared a little more on my cheek bones and watched as they subtly shifted, rising a tiny bit and making my face even more femininely shaped. When applied to my nose, it became smaller and thinner and when I brushed the liquid up between the nostrils, a tiny upturn appeared at the top.

This stuff would make a lot of Jewish girls on Long Island very happy, I thought.

Next was my neck, and as I spread the lotion along the side I watched my neck muscles recede. With my neck thinner, it appeared to be longer, more swan-like and much more feminine.

Next I spread the lotion on my throat. When I felt a tingle, I began to speak and listened as my voice moved out of its tenor range into the alto-range of a woman. I rubbed in more lotion until I realized I sounded like the actress Jennifer Tilly, who made a career playing helium-voiced bimbos. I took the blue-colored cotton ball and rubbed it into my throat, hearing my voice deepen subtly. When I reached a Brenda Vaccarro rasp, I took the pink cotton ball and spread a little more "After" on my throat. Then I spoke.

"Why don't you come inside and find out? I'm Danielle."

I sounded like Kathleen Turner in Body Heat and that made me laugh out loud.

I remembered about the other bottle, with the tablets to dissolve on the tongue. I popped one into my mouth, and in a moment my mouth filled with a neutral-flavored liquid. I spat it out, then opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue.

It was smaller and thinner, a sweet wet girlish tongue. I couldn't wait to curl it around a cock.

My face and neck were so incongruous with the rest of me, I quickly went about applying the solution to each shoulder and arm. Soon my muscles receded and melted away, leaving the soft un-muscled shape of a woman's upper body.

I reached for another bottle, marked After-Hands. It looked like one of those wart-removal applicators. Applying the clear liquid to my hands, each finger thinned out and being smaller, appeared longer than before. My wedding band was suddenly way too large, and I took it off and put it inside the pocket of my jeans for safe-keeping. Spreading it to the tips of my fingers, my nails became long, perfectly contoured and took on a deep red color. I smiled at my tiny hands and long skinny fingers.

Perfect for stroking a cock, I thought.

I wondered how I would apply the lotion to my back without assistance but quickly hit upon, if you'll pardon the expression, a solution. By spreading the pink liquid onto a towel, I could apply it everywhere I couldn't reach. Immediately I could tell that my lats had receded into my body, leaving me much more slender than I used to be.

I pulled out another bottle, marked After-Breasts. The lotion made my pectorals recede into nothingness and left me with the undeveloped chest a twelve year old.

Its time to create your boobs, I thought.

From the first moment I'd slipped my mother's bra over my empty chest, mimicking the way she put hers on, I'd fantasized about having my own breasts to fill in the cups of a soft bra. Breast forms from Glamour Boutique helped create an illusion that I had soft full tits and silverdollar nipples, but now, I was going to experience a change that takes several years for every young woman in a matter of minutes.

I began to spread the Breast solution around each side of my chest, evenly. Immediately I felt my skin press out against my hands as my breasts budded and began to grow, pillowy handfuls of soft flesh, until their size spilled over my hands.

Suddenly I remembered. I'd seen a study conducted by plastic surgeons. They'd used one thousand "Page Three" girls from the London tabloids and determined the characteristics of the perfect breast. I figured if I was going to have boobs, I might as well have perfect ones. I pulled out my laptop and typed "perfect breast study" into the search box, and immediately I saw what I was looking for. Clicking on the link, I scanned through the article. It said that the breasts judged to be most attractive had 55% of their volume below the nipple-line, and 45% of above.

Quickly I spread more solution on the lower half of my chest, until I judged them to be perfect. Then I turned to my nipples, spreading the solution in tiny circles, feeling them spread and thicken. The study said that the perfect breast had nipples with an upward tilt of 20 degrees, but I couldn't figure out how to achieve that. Either way I thought my tits looked amazing.

I cupped them, squeezing and massaging them, knowing that the sensations would be even better when a man's strong hands touch them. I squeezed my nipples gently, loving the spark of electricity it triggered.

I was dieing to find out my measurements and I couldn't wait to experience slipping on a bra now that I had my breasts of my very own.

I bent over my bag, feeling the weight of my new breasts, feeling them brush against my arms as I reached in to dig out the lingerie I had ordered from the Victoria's Secret catalog. I was pretty sure that my old purchases from Glamour Boutique weren't going to fit anymore, but I had no way of knowing what would fit "After". So I decided to splurge, knowing that anything that didn't fit could always be returned or exchanged.

First I pulled out the tiger-skin bra, size 34C. It closed in the front but I could tell immediately it was too small. I reached for the next bra, a blue satin number, also front-closing, this one 35D. I loved the feeling of the bra pushing my breasts together, but the cups were still too small.

Finally I tried the bra I'd liked best when I browsed the catalog, a black lace number, size 36DD. This one clasped in back. So I slipped the straps over my shoulders, just as Mom used to. I bent over and pulled the cups down and under my boobs before I straightened up and brought the hook and clip together. I slid my finger along the shoulder straps, then slipped my hands inside each cup, settling my tits inside their new, soft, beautiful home.

I thought, I don't know if you ever suspected, Mom, but I've dreamed of doing that since I was 13.

Feeling more womanly than I could have possibly imagined, I worked quickly now. Below my rib cage, the lotion made my skin recede into a new waist, higher than the one I had. Below that, my skin pressed outward against my hand as my new female hips and ass began to grow. I rubbed the liquid into my skin, all the while judging my hips in relationship to my breasts.

Perfect tits deserve a perfectly proportional lower half, I thought.

When I was satisfied that my silhouette was in perfect proportion, I moved down my legs and watched the last remaining male muscles melt away into shapely and completely female thighs and legs, and my male feet became small like a woman's.

I looked at myself in the mirror, seeing an almost perfect female form.

"You're really out of place now old buddy," I thought to myself.

I spread the lotion into my hands and started by spreading it around my inner legs, feeling a subtle change as the inner thigh receded, creating space between my legs for the pussy I was about to create.

I then massaged the liquid into my genitals and instantly, they softened and flattened. Like wet clay, my cock and balls became malleable as they receded into me. I continued to move downward, feeling a delightful emptiness form between my legs. The soft pliant flesh was so malleable now I began to push it upward, feeling it recede inside me.

Finally, I felt nothing between my legs but the soft pliant folds of my vagina. I slipped a finger into my mouth and slid my finger down its center, feeling the lips part until I found my opening, where I slipped my digit inside. My breath caught in my throat as I fingered myself, then I slid the finger up my snatch again until I found my little nub, the clit I always thought that my cock should have been.

Looking up in the mirror, I couldn't believe the reflection I saw. The topical solution for hormonal imbalance hadn't just turned me into a woman. I had a face to die for and a body that could stop traffic. I smiled at myself, and then the tears began to fall. I pressed a tissue to my eyes and smiled again.

"C'mon Danielle, pull yourself together, he's going to be here soon."

I spread out the makeup I'd used before. This time I was excited to follow the training videos, knowing that the results would only make me more beautiful and sexy than I already felt. When I applied some light foundation and blush, I turned to my eyes, loving how my new receded brow and high arched eye brows gave me room to spread out the eye shadow, carefully blending the colors into a dark, alluring midnight blue/light silver combination. When I was finished I loved the full effect of the eyeliner/mascara and eye shadow. I looked good without makeup, but stunning with it.

Finally I pulled out the deep red lipstick and carefully spread it from the center of my upper lip to each edge, then spread it along the equally full lower lip. I'd spread lipstick on so many times before, but today, for the first time, the reflection in the mirror was totally and completely the one I'd previously only imagined. No, it was even better than I'd imagined.

I pursed my lips together in an exaggerated kiss, then thought better of it. I opened my mouth wide, imagining that a penis was about to invade my sexy, naturally cock-hungry lips.

"Soon, Danielle, soon."

I brushed out my hair once more, and thought about leaving it down or wearing it up, with a few bangs falling over my face. I decided to wear it down. I slipped out of my black lace bra. I pulled out one of the medium-sized purchases from Victoria's Secret, a pink colored Jacquard Merry widow, with underwire support cups, a pretty bow between them.

I held it open against my soft tummy, then brought the ends together at my back, until the zipper caught and I tugged it up to the middle of my back. I pulled it up toward my chest, then slipped the straps over my shoulders and settled the girls inside. The cups pushed them up and the lack of material above left them nowhere to go but out. I think I actually looked better in it than the model in the catalog did.

I pulled out the white stockings and slid them up over my legs, marveling at how the material felt even better against the truly soft, pliant skin of my transformed legs. I secured the stocking with the garters hanging off of the merry widow, then finally I pulled on the matching pink panties, with the same bow in the middle.

I'd decided on the matching panty rather than the thong after realizing how uncomfortable thongs actually are. And now, being fully transformed, I loved the feeling of sliding the panty up my legs. Finding the small triangular front, a flat panel with no room for anything but an empty V where my cock used to be, and the wide material behind, to cover my sexy butt. Yes, this girl definitely prefers panties. I can't wait to have a stud or two pull them off of me.

I was checking my makeup one last time when there was a knock on the door.

IV

I opened the door to find the same two young men as before. It wasn't a surprise, I had recognized the email address that responded to my second Craig's List ad. This time though instead of looks of disappointment and cocksure smugness, I was greeted with two men high-fiving each other as if one had just knocked in the other with a game-winning hit.

"Hi guys, come on in. I'm Danielle."

I said in my new, smoldering voice.

"I'm Steve. He's Bob. And I told you, man, every once in a while, it turns out to be a hot, gorgeous horny chick who just wants to have some no-strings-attached fun with a couple of horny guys."

"That's right, boys, I'm in town on a business trip and hate to waste time at a bar. I'd rather just order in."

As I spoke, I drew my finger across Bob's chin. He'd made jokes about me three weeks ago but now he was staring at my tits. I curled my finger under his chin, forcing him to look at me instead of my body.

"I'm up here, big boy."

"Sorry, but you really rock that outfit. You've got a very sexy body."

"That's sweet of you to say. Now its time for me to see more of yours."

I watched as the men lifted their shirts off. They were both cleanshaven and nicely chiseled in the arms, shoulders and chest. Bob was about 5'11" and Steve a few inches taller. They reached down to remove their sneakers, then their shorts came off, leaving one in boxers and the other in speedo briefs. Both were sporting bulges, because now I had the power to inspire erections without touching anyone.

"Very nice, both of you."

The men smiled at me as I moved between them. I put my thin arms around Steve's neck and craned my head up for my first kiss as a woman. He kissed me hard and I kissed him back, gently and seductively. Bob's hands were palming my ass when Steve's mouth opened and his tongue invaded my mouth. I felt how much smaller my tongue had become, almost symbolic of my new, nearly defenseless form. I danced my tongue around his, then pulled away, turning toward Bob to kiss him as well, my arm still wrapped around Steve's neck. As I turned, I felt Steve's hands cup and massage my tit through the soft material of the merry widow. My free arm bent at the elbow to slide my fingers through Bob's hair, then turned downward, reaching for the tent that had sprung up in his boxers.

"I want to see what you boys have for me."

I said seductively, a smile on my face, my eyes looking from one to the other as I sunk slowly to my knees. For the second time in my life, I was face-to-crotch with a man's package, but now, everything was perfect. There was no pretending and no willful blindness, just a woman's mouth about to enjoy not one but two beautiful cocks.

I kissed along the length of Bob's erection before I pulled his boxers down. His cock sprung out at me, fully erect this time and very, very interested in how I would pleasure it.

"Oh" I said, "very nice, Bob."

I cupped his balls and immediately realized how much bigger his package seemed against my new, small girl hands. Slipping the head inside my mouth, I luxuriated in the taste and the fullness inside my mouth. When I slid my lips back toward the head I gazed up at him. His eyes were locked on my own, and I loved the connection, eyes-to-eyes and mouth-tocock.

"I haven't forgotten about you, Steven."

I turned toward Bob's buddy and saw immediately from the bulge in his drawers that Steve was not only taller than his buddy but much more wellendowed. I didn't waste any time, I had to free that monster from the material it was straining against. When I did, a beautiful eight inch cock swung out toward my lips and I hungrily inhaled it. Taking a few inches into my mouth, I slid back up the shaft until he slipped out, and I told him what I thought.

"Very, very nice, Steve. You've got a big beautiful yummy cock."

I reached over and found Bob's cock with my hand, stroking him as I returned Steve's cock to my mouth.

"That's it, baby, suck the cock. You love sucking cock, don't you?"

I released his cock and looked up at him. I still didn't want comments from the peanut gallery.

"Shut up."

I then took most of his eight inches deep into my mouth, until he groaned loudly. I smiled at him after I released him. That's what I wanted to hear. I turned toward Bob and began to hungrily inhale his full length, while my hand stroked Stephen's throbbing hardness. I pulled him closer then and began to switch off, sucking each one deeply, right and left, intoxicated by the male sexiness that surrounded me. Then my lovers moved a little closer together so I could tongue both heads at the same time. My eyes moved from one to the other, until my own pleasure made me close them tight.

"Let's see those tits, Danielle." One of them spoke but I didn't even care which one. I happily slipped the straps off of my shoulder, and pulled down the cups, exposing the full expanse of my cleavage. Both men reached down and squeezed my boobs, and I arched my back to give them full access, luxuriating in their strong hands cupping and tugging and pinching my nipples.

I turned my head toward Bob and he slipped his cock back inside my mouth, sliding it between my lips as I felt Steve's hardness against the softness of my breasts. Releasing Bob, I took the excess saliva from my mouth and spread it between my boobs.

I squeezed my tits together as Steve began to thrust between them, turning my head again to receive Bob's cock again. Jamie had told me when we were dating that titty-fucking wasn't her thing, she didn't feel any stimulation from it, but how could that be? The feeling of Steve's hard cock sliding between my soft tits was wonderful.

I turned away from Steve, spread some saliva between my cleavage and offered my tits to Bob's cock. I loved how his smaller erection actually disappeared between my breasts, until he thrust as far forward as he could and the purple head of his cock pushed out from between my boobs. My tongue slipped out and danced around the head, then I turned to gratefully inhale Steve's enormous erection.

Finally I released both cocks and the men's hands reached under my arms to pull me up to my feet. I fell backwards on the hotel bed, watching both men as they moved forward toward me. Bob moved first, meeting me at the head of the bed. He put his arm on the headboard of the bed, allowing me to slip his cock back into my mouth, and reach my hand between his legs to grasp his perfect ass. His right hand moved down and cupped and squeezed my right tit.

Steve moved forward and I watched as his hands reached around my hips and slid my panty off. I was hoping he'd waste no time before sliding his cock deep inside me but instead, his eyes locked with mine as he began to kiss his way down my leg toward my honeypot. When he reached my crotch his eyes closed as his tongue explored my lips, tenderly moving between them before sliding upward toward my clit.

I moaned loudly as I had my box eaten for the first time, an amazing sensation that put any blowjob I ever received to shame. Before, I'd only fantasized about being a woman sucking a cock, but now, I began to realize that sex for women truly is better. The feeling of his tongue fluttering against my pussy lips and dancing over my clit was mindblowing.

I began grinding my hips against his face and when he slipped his finger inside me while his tongue vibrated on my clit, my eyes shut tight as my entire body shuddered and trembled and my juices poured out of me. My orgasm was so intense I could stand no further contact as I jerked my crotch away from him, my head and shoulders rising off the pillow. I pushed against him, my hand stiff and flat against his powerful shoulders, pushing him away but too weak to actually make him move. My head fell back on the pillow as my eyes shut, and when Steve slipped a finger back inside me, my body spasmed again, another orgasm coursing through me, this one as powerful as the first.

I hadn't even been fucked yet and I knew I would never be the same.

"She's one hot slut, buddy."

My eyes finally opened and Bob moved his cock back toward my mouth. I accepted it submissively, thrilled to taste it and pleasure it but desperate to have my pussy filled the same way. Steve wasted no time moving between my legs and maneuvering his cock into the cusp of my opening.

My left hand was flat against his stomach as I spoke.

"Easy, baby. Be gentle with me ..."

He pressed himself firmly into me and I groaned as I felt myself open up and receive him. My pussy might have been as open as any 20-something but it was new to me, and at first his cock felt too big for me. He shifted his weight a little more forward and I took another, then another and another of his glorious eight inches. I could only stroke Bob's cock with my left hand as I watched this masterful swordsman sink his entire length inside me. As he pulled out and began to fill me up again, my pussy was adjusting to his size and his next thrust had me groaning and crying out in pleasure.

"That's it, fuck my pussy with your big cock. Fuck me hard! Oh please fuck me with your cock!"

Steve now started fucking me with short, steady, powerful thrusts, and I stared past my bouncing tits to his thick penis moving in and out of me. I couldn't stop staring at his incredible cock moving in and out of me, until the feeling of being taken, possessed, given over to this new pleasure became overwhelming, and my eyes began to close again as my pussy spasmed again around his thick cock.

My mouth opened wide as my orgasm surged through me and Bob took advantage, pivoting on his knee, lifting the other one over my chest and slipping his cock back into my mouth. I kept my eyes lock on his as he thrust into my happy mouth, while Steve continued to fuck me senseless. I began to cum again, screaming around the cock that Bob wouldn't remove from my mouth.

When my orgasm subsided, Bob dismounted my chest and told his buddy he wanted to tap my pussy. I groaned loudly as Steve slipped out of me, my head lifting off of the pillows. Bob's strong hands pulled at my hips, making me rise off my back and into the doggie position. I felt his smaller cock slide into me easily, and I was glad that he still felt just about as good inside me as Steve did. He began to rhythmically smack my ass with each stroke, a sensation I loved.

"Yeah! Fuck me hard! Don't stop, fuck me-e-e-e!!"

Meanwhile Steve stood on the bed in front of me, and Bob grabbed a handful of my hair, pulling my head upward so that Steve could start fucking my mouth. I was filled at both ends and mindless with my own pleasure and the pleasure I was giving my partners.

Bob was fucking me deeply, long powerful strokes that felt incredible, and I began to feel both cocks begin to throb inside me.

"I want you to cum on my face... I want to taste you please cum on my face..."

I felt Bob slip out of me and I turned again toward the pillow, with Bob moving alongside me.

"I'm gonna cum you hot bitch, here it comes take it ..."

My mouth opened as thick luscious strands of cum pulsated out of his cock, rope after rope hitting my cheeks and forehead and filling my mouth. I swallowed greedily when I looked up to see Steve stroking his cock and soon a second load exploded over my waiting mouth. When his orgasm subsided I transferred cum from my lips to each man's cock head, playing with each cock and the cum I had drained out of it, smiling at each man in his turn. Then I released each of them as Steve stretched out beside me, catching his breath, while Bob kneeled on the floor, his head laying softly against my chest, utterly spent and totally satisfied.

I kissed Steve and stroked Bob's hair.

"Thanks boys, you make me glad I'm a woman."

In ways you can't even fathom, I thought to myself.

We lay like that for a few minutes, a tangled ball of spent humanity, before the men started to stir and move away from me. I lay back on the bed, moving the streaks of cum from my cheek and forehead to my mouth, as I watched them get dressed. Steve spoke.

"You going to be in town for a few more days? Maybe we can get together again sometime."

"Hmm, that sounds like fun. I'll shoot you an email."

"You're a helluva fuck, Danielle."

"You two aren't bad yourselves."

And with that they slipped out of the hotel room, leaving me a physically exhausted, totally satisfied woman.

I lay like that for a long time, thinking. What should I do? How can I use the Before bottle to go back to being a man, after finding that nothing compares to sex as a woman? How can I not? How can I leave Jamie without a word? She'd go crazy with worry if her husband didn't come home. For that matter, how would I explain myself if I showed up like this?

I hadn't considered the consequences when I took that fateful step and ordered from the before-and-after website. I never considered that if it worked as I hoped it would, I might not be so gung-ho to return to my previous life. Then I thought about the fact that I'd only ordered women's clothes from Victoria's Secret. Unless I wanted to walk out wearing ill-fitting men's clothes, with an ID and credit cards that identified me as Daniel, I'd have to use the Before bottle and go back to being the man who walked into this hotel room a few hours before.

I had to.

But I was in no hurry, and as I lay there in the hotel bed, my hands slid down my female body, touching my breasts and squeezing my sensitive nipples, before sliding down between my legs and moving along my wet pussy lips. I began to touch myself while reliving my first time. I saw their two beautiful cocks and felt their throbbing hardness sliding between my lips. I squeezed my boobs together and pictured each cock moving between them. I felt the sensation of Steve's expert tongue eating me out. I had two fingers sliding in and out of me when I envisioned Steve's enormous cock thrusting between my legs, my tits bouncing in time, and a final, earth-shattering orgasm coursed through me, making my vision go white as my chest shook and my pussy quivered.

When I was breathing normally again, I knew what I would do.

I'll go back to being a man, I thought. I can do this, I can turn this delightful pussy and clit back into a cock. I can do it because now I can always make myself beautiful. I'll go back to what I was Before ... but someday I'll live After.

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In this chapter, Daniel's wife is away and Danielle comes out to play, with help from the Topical Solution for Hormonal Imbalance.

Afterwards, I decided I had to make one more stop before I returned home to Jamie. Her husband Daniel was going to have his ears pierced. It would definitely be practical because now whenever I used the After solution, I'd be ready right away to wear earrings. And I liked the symbolic aspect too, a male with pierced ears. Who could tell if I preferred the diamond studs I bought, or big gold hoops?

When I got home, my wife pulled away as I leaned in for a kiss.

"What do you think?"

"I don't know. You never said you were interested in diamond studs."

I never said I was interested in studs, period, I thought.

"I just thought I'd try something different, a subtle change ..."

"That's not that subtle, Daniel. But I guess its allright. Gives me new options for gift-giving, at least."

I smiled and this time she leaned in to kiss me, her hands reaching around my neck as her thumbs brushed against my earlobes. We smiled at each other as our lips separated.

"What's for dinner? Smells really good."

"Fish, asparagus and apple sauce. Or do you want a salad?"

"No, apple sauce is fine. How was your day?"

"The shit didn't just roll down hill today, it raced down hill. Too many stupid bosses ...."

"Hmm. That sucks."

As we ate, she talked about the specifics of her day, with me punctuating her pauses with 'uh huhs" and murmured affirmations, as I mostly tried to follow the TV news without making her think I wasn't listening. I learned a while back that women mostly want to vent, they don't want advice on fixing a problem, so I didn't offer any.

While I did the dishes, Jamie opened up her laptop and tried to catch up before joining me on the couch, watching the first half of the Monday night game. When the whistle sounded we wordlessly stood up and headed to our bedroom.

I stretched out on the bed, nude and absently running my finger around my right nut-sack as I watched Jamie slip out of her clothes and brush out her hair. Five feet eight inches like me, with dark hair and green eyes my wife was the most beautiful woman I had ever dated, and it took some perseverance before she finally agreed to a date. Being tall, she'd preferred men who were taller than her but when we got to know each other it wasn't long before we realized how much we had in common, from politics (conservative) to music (country) to sports teams and alma maters (she was two years behind me at a large state university).

And I loved that she wasn't a girly-girl. She never took hours to get ready to go out; she was the epitome of low-maintenance. She cursed like a sailor, yelled louder than I did when our sports teams lost, and was quite capable of smashing a spider herself, thank you very much. And I loved how her skills complimented mine - I had no trouble telling people that only one person brought a complete set of tools into our marriage, and it wasn't me.

Now as she walked toward the bed, her hips swaying, I realized that her body reminded me of Danielle's - other than the fact that she was a Ccup. She slipped into the bed and my hand reached for her hip, pulling her toward me. Her hand went around my waist as our eyes and then our lips met. My hand cupped her breast, and my lips moved to her neck as I shifted on my side, giving her ample space to reach for my hardening cock.

But she didn't. She never did, at least not at the start.

My hand moved down her frame to her hips and outer thighs as our tongues entwined again. Finally, as my fingers moved between her legs, her hands grasped my cock and began to stroke it. My lips moved away from hers as her eyes closed and my fingers slid along her outer lips. My hips moved against her hand, accenting her slow tugging at my erection.

I moved above her then, and ground my hardness into her soft yielding flesh as my tongue stimulated each nipple in turn. I turned toward her lips for some more deep kisses before I began to move down her torso until my head was between her legs. Her eyes shut tight before I even began to explore her sex with my tongue.

I'd always prided myself on my oral skills, because I figured that was a skill that would be rewarded reciprocally. I'd brought women to riproaring climaxes before but today, I no longer had to wonder what it felt like for her when her orgasm began to build. I knew she felt it deep inside her, the very core of her being, near her soul perhaps, wave after wave of pleasure coursing through her. I knew exactly what she was feeling. After, I was in my usual position, lying beside her, waiting. But my face must have been beaming because she asked "What?"

"Nothing," I replied, "I'm just happy I can make you cum like that."

"So am I," she said. "And now I'm going to show you how good you make me feel."

Jamie moved onto her knees, and this time she didn't hesitate to stroke me, as her lips came down on mine and her hair fell around my cheeks. She tweaked one nipple before covering it with her lips and vibrating her tongue against it. I arched my back against her mouth. She'd told me once that I liked having my nipples stimulated more than any man she'd known but I was sure she had no idea it was because I was fantasizing that I was pressing my own breasts into her mouth.

She moved down my chest then, her hand still stroking me, until she sat beside my crotch. She steadied my cock, then engulfed the head, and a little more, the first three of my six inches inside her mouth. Her eyes shut tight as she went up and down a few times, then released me, pausing to carefully discharge the saliva before spreading it along the shaft. She stroked my shaft again and again and again, before finally repeating the process: Suck-suck, stroke-stroke, stroke-stroke-stroke. I moaned a little - even mediocre blowjobs are pretty good - but she could have been working at her laptop for all I could tell about her own sensations. I wondered how it was that I was happier with a cock inside my mouth than she seemed to be. In a moment she released me, gave one last tug and lay down beside me. I was already moving into position between her legs.

I moved my erection along her slit for a moment or two, then let her grasp me and place it against her opening. It wasn't like I was going to repeat the drunken mistake I made during our honeymoon, but I didn't care anyway. I slid inside of my wife, and felt her warm wetness envelop me.

I began thrusting in earnest as her eyes shut tight. When I kept control past the first two building waves I knew that I'd give her a nice ride tonight. I varied the pace and depth and speed before I started thrusting into her with a steady fast rhythm until Jamie started to moan, her tits bouncing below me. Usually her moans had no effect on my staying power but when they suddenly rose in volume I spontaneously pictured myself being fucked so thoroughly, and immediately I went over the edge, emptying my loins inside her.

I slipped out of her and stretched out alongside her, my arm across her stomach as I caught my breath. It wasn't long before she slipped out of bed and into the bathroom. When she came back to bed and snuggled up against me, I spoke.

"You know, I don't always have to cum inside you."

"Daniel, we've had this conversation before. What you're asking me to do is degrading."

I frowned.

"Its not that degrading."

"How would you know?"

You don't want to know, I thought.

"I'm just saying that other girls do it and not just porn starlets either."

"Well I don't want cum anywhere but inside me. Its like getting sneezed on."

"You mean you've let other men do it but you won't let your husband?"

"It happened once, some asshole promised he wouldn't and he did and I didn't like it. Can we drop this?"

It was just a thought, I said. My true thoughts on where a man should climax I kept to myself.

Her face changed then and she said "You wanna cum somewhere else?"

She reached down for my cock and began to stroke me, firmly, until I was hard again. Again her lips and tongue stimulated my nipples before she began to kiss her way toward my crotch. I wondered, was she going to get into it this time? Would she take more of me inside her mouth, open her eyes and look at me while she blew me? Would she moan around my cock as I had around Steve and Bob's raging erections?

No. It was the same old blowjob, a little bit of sucking and a whole lot of stroking. Eventually, only her hand stimulated me as her lips sought out my own. But after already cumming once, it was going to take more to finish me off again. In my mind's eye, it was my hand wrapped around a cock, my tits compressed against a male chest, my tongue dancing sweetly inside a man's mouth. In an instant, I pictured Steve and Bob's warm loads hitting my happy face, and I was bucking against my wife's hand.

She broke off our kiss as I climaxed. Since I'd first masturbated to blowjob videos, I knew that if distance and volume were a Guiness category, I'd be a world-record contender right alongside Peter North. With my cock pointed toward my head, the inevitable happened: The first rope hit my chest, and the next two landed on my chin and lips. My wife laughed.

"There's a new place for cum to land."

I shrugged. I wasn't going to say what I really thought.

Then she leaned in for a kiss, and her tongue curved around my chin, moving all she could find toward my lips.

"If I'm going to taste your cum, so are you."

I tasted my own cum as she made a show of swallowing the tiny bit she left on her own tongue.

"How was that? Did you like it?"

I stayed silent.

She got out of the bed and brought back a warm, wet washcloth and cleaned up my chest and the rest of my face, and when she came back, she turned her soft round ass into me as my arm fell across her.

"When do you leave on Thursday?"

"7 PM," she murmured. "I'll be back a week from Sunday at 5 in the afternoon."

I kissed the top of her head.

"I'm going to miss you."

She murmured as she drifted off to sleep.

I thought, before when you went to visit your mother, I'd slip on one of your teddies and stream all the best blow job videos I could find. But that was before, and this was after. This time, I'm going to be the girl with her lover's hands across her chest, her ass pressed into his cock. And this girl doesn't mind a load on her face and lips and tongue.

The thought made me smile as I drifted off to sleep.

II

Thursday finally came, and after we said our goodbyes at the airport, I forced myself to stick to the speed limit. She'd be gone a long time at her mother's and there was no need to rush home and risk a traffic ticket.

When I got home I brought out the bottles of Before and After and began to go to work. When I was finished, I thought I was even prettier than before. I looked at my reflection.

"Welcome back, Danielle."

When I worked on my breasts, I carefully rubbed the liquid in to create that 55% - 45% ratio, and when I thought about it, I had an idea how I could make my nipples look upturned at 20 degrees. I spread a tiny bit more of the solution on the lower half of each areola and just as I thought, the tips of my nipples seemed to point a tiny bit upward. I couldn't wait to slip a bra on my perfect boobs, and I grabbed the 36DD bra and its matching silk panty, delighting again in the feel of the soft material on my newly transformed skin.

There was one thing I couldn't wait to find out - my new weight. I pulled out the bathroom scale and stepped on it. One hundred and ten pounds. Forty five pounds. One penis, and a whole lot of bone and muscle mass, gone. I didn't wonder for long where they went, I only knew I wouldn't have them back for at least ten days.

Stepping off the scale, I decided the first thing I'd do was to get rid of my diamond stud earrings and replace them with something more appropriate. I went through my wife's jewelry box, trying on each one I liked, turning my head to the side and swiping my hair behind my ears as I watched the light dance off each gold or silver piece. Finally I left on a beautiful pair of gold hoops, not too big but not too small, and then sat down at Jamie's vanity to do my make up.

I didn't have to worry about being ready for any guests, so I took my time, experimenting with different colors and shades of blush and eye shadow and lipstick. I was in heaven, practicing basic "day" looks, then following the video tutorials for more sexy night-time eyes and lips.

When I was done, I began to go through Jamie's shoes. I didn't just need to find something I could wear, I knew I needed practice if I was going to wear any of her heels. Being taller than average, my wife doesn't wear very tall heels, and I was glad. Getting used to 1 inch heels was tough enough. I did love the way it accented my already long legs and curvaceous ass.

Now it was time to try on Jamie's clothes. Just like with the shoes, I needed to find something I could wear out, but I also couldn't wait to see how blouses and skirts felt, how I looked in t-shirts and jeans, and if I looked better in my wife's sexy dresses than she did.

To my delight, I found that our sizes were very close, and almost everything that I liked in her closet fit. With each new outfit I walked around the house and began to get used to my new body, the weight of my boobs and the way they moved, and the way my hips and ass shifted my weight downward. I didn't have to think about how a woman walks. I was a woman - I had hips and an ass, and that ass and those hips swayed naturally. I couldn't help but walk like a woman.

So many outfits looked and felt wonderful - the pretty white blouse with ruffles at the neck, matched with the navy skirt she wore to work; the loose fitting dresses and the tighter ones. Even better was her pair of Daisy Dukes, which barely covered my ass.

I look better than either Daisy Duke, and much better than Jamie, I thought.

It was 10:30 now, and I knew I needed my beauty sleep. I hung up my new wardrobe and slipped out of my bra and panties. I tried on a couple of her sexier night clothes but I realized, there's no man to dress up for tonight, and anyway, I wanted to feel nothing but my new soft, sexy body. I slipped the teddy off of me and slipped under the covers, where I struggled to get comfortable.

How do women sleep with hair past their shoulders? They lift it over their heads so it doesn't get in the way. And sleeping on the stomach won't do either, with my DD boobs in the way. I turned on my side, and still wasn't comfortable, with the weight of my lower half focused on my hip bone. Finally I turned on my back and found a comfortable position. My hands slid down my body, sliding past my boobs to my smooth crotch.

Yup, no balls. I'll have to rub my eyes in the morning, I thought.

It was an old joke and maybe not the funniest but I smiled anyway. I was Danielle, and tomorrow I was going to enjoy my first full day as a woman. I couldn't wait, and it was quite a while before I finally drifted off to sleep.

In the morning I slipped on one of my wife's negligees while I drank my coffee and watched the morning news shows. Then I took a shower, using the fragrant soap my wife preferred, delighting at the sight of the soap slipping down between my cleavage and the blank space between my legs.

I blow-dried and brushed out my long blonde hair. I had used a little more of the gel than last time and this time my hair was longer than it was the week before, about halfway down my back. I did it just to have an excuse to go the salon first thing.

I put on my day-time makeup, with just a hint of blush and some eye shadow, but no liner or mascara. For lipstick I chose a light red color. I slipped on the same gold hoop earrings, and a gold necklace. I slipped on my bra and panty, and pulled on a casual yellow dress that was so comfortable last night. A black belt cinched the material at my waist, and I slipped on the matching yellow wedge loafers my wife wore with them. I grabbed the pale leather purse and slipped my cash and cards inside, along with some makeup, and I filled two small bottles with the Before and After solution.

I was almost ready to start my day, but first I set up a new cell phone account online. A great service, it forwarded your new number to your old one, but would only display the new number as the incoming call. Anyone you don't want to talk to again will only know that the number they have is disconnected. I committed the number to memory, and then realized I had one more thing to do. I sent an email to my buddy Jimmy, to let him know I had decided to go with Jamie to visit my mother-in-law. I didn't need any unexpected phone calls or visits this week.

Stepping out of the house, I headed for the car in the driveway. But I wasn't fast enough, and one of our neighbors saw me. She waved and called out.

"Hi," I said. "I'm a friend of Daniel's."

She smiled and said nothing. I headed first to the ATM, withdrawing $500 cash. I had to have cash since every card identified me as Daniel. From there, I drove over to the salon my wife uses. I told them that Jamie Johnson had recommended them and her regular stylist greeted me.

"You're lucky, I just had a cancellation. What can we do for you?"

"Oh, I think its time for a change, I've had long hair for so long. What do you suggest?"

She showed me some pictures, and I decided I really liked the model whose hair fell just past her shoulders, with a wide sweep around her face, ending in an angled cut at the ends.

"Would you like a manicure or pedicure? We're having a special on both."

I added both to the tab and was led to her station. Soon I was relaxing as the stylist and her assistant began to pamper me. As she worked on my hair the stylist began to gossip.

"So you're a friend of Jamie's? Isn't she gone this week to see her mother?"

"Yes, I think so."

"I wonder what that husband of hers is doing. I bet he'll be stepping out on her with some tramp."

Close, I thought. I will be cheating on her, but in the role of cheap slut will be yours truly.

When my hair and nails were finished, I loved how I looked. My nails were perfect, and I loved my new hair style. As I was leaving, a UPS man came in and gave me a big smile, which I returned. Its nice getting attention from men, I thought. But now it was time to do some shopping.

When I got to the mall it was after 12:00 and I decided to have lunch first. There were a few empty tables but I took my salad to the cutest guy I saw, a young man in a dress shirt and tie. I stood in front of him and asked if it was all right to join him. His head looked up from his paper, and what started as a frown turned quickly to a smile, as his eyes glided up my body, pausing at my chest before making eye contact. His blue eyes sparkled as he invited me to sit down.

"I'm Joe."

"Danielle. It sure is crowded today."

"Yeah. I wish more of them were coming into my store though."

"Oh, you work here?"

He named a men's clothing store.

"Oh? I used to shop there ... um, for my boyfriend."

I was covering up, and in doing so, I'd given him exactly the wrong impression.

"Well, ex-boyfriend."

"Ex-boyfriend?"

"Uh huh. I don't see that guy anymore."

He smiled, and went right for the opening I had given him.

"Would you like to join me for a drink later? I get off at 6 PM."

"I'd love to, but I have plans for tonight. But call me and maybe we can get together tomorrow night?"

I gave him my new number, and we said our goodbyes as he had finished his burger.

"Well I have to get back to the store. It was very nice meeting you, Danielle. I'll give you a call this weekend."

"I'll look forward to it, Joe."

I smiled to myself as I watched him walk away. Such a cute guy and his ass looked positively edible in the snug dress pants he wore. I was sure he'd call.

As I finished my lunch, my cell phone rang, and Jamie's name appeared on the screen. At least I was prepared. I let the call go to voicemail as I walked out of the mall. When I got to my car, I brought out the bottle of Before and began to spread the lotion on my throat, feeling the tingle as my voice reverted back to what it was.

"Hi honey. Sorry I missed your call. How's Mom?"

"She's fine. Are you feeling all right? Your voice sounds rough."

"Yeah, I think I'm feeling something coming on ..."

"Well you better take care of yourself while I'm away. I love you, I'll talk to you later."

"I love you too, sweetheart."

I quickly rubbed the After lotion in again, and smiled as my voice regained a register more appropriate to my outward appearance. My first stop was Victoria's Secret, where I returned the lingerie I couldn't wear after my first experience with the lotion. I left the bag at the front counter, telling them that I would be exchanging them for something else. With that taken care of, I browsed for a long time, picking out a variety of different bras, panties, teddies and garter belts and stockings.

I was already down a hundred dollars from the trip to the hair salon, so I realized my eyes were too big for my wallet. With my store credit, I was able to buy four sets of bras and panties, and one teddy, and I left the store with a little less than $300 in my purse.

It really is expensive to be a woman, I thought. And I have more shopping to do. I wanted to find a pair of jeans, since Jamie's didn't fit. I went to one of the department stores at the end of the mall and began to browse the women's department.

I slipped out of my dress, and pulled on the royal blue tank-top tshirt I had picked out. Having found Jamie's jeans just barely too small, I had an idea of what brand and size might fix, and my instincts were right. I loved the feeling of tugging the material up over my hips and ass, and then finding that the waist band fit perfectly. I stepped right out the dressing room to see myself in the main multidirectional mirror.

I loved how the jeans hug tight to every curve! I guess I was still getting used to my transformed gender, as I couldn't get over the way the V of my crotch was revealed by the skin-tight material. I realized that dresses and skirts were nice, but skin-tight clothes were wonderful. I decided to have the sales woman bag up the dress, so I could strut down the corridor in my new favorite outfit, watching the eyes of the male shoppers checking me out, sensing the way their heads turned to see my ass wiggle as I walked away from them.

It was then I made my first mistake. I was putting some of the other jeans back when I dropped one, and I bent over at the waist to pick them up, one leg in the air. It was the way a man picks something up from the floor, and I berated myself internally. I promised myself that in the future I'd always bend at the waist and knees, legs together, when I pick something up again. I straightened up quickly and looked around, and was relieved that no one had seemed to notice.

But I was wrong. At the checkout counter, the older woman leaned in as she handed over the shopping bag.

"Your secret is safe with me. I have a nephew who is transitioning. You're going to be a beautiful woman someday."

I am a beautiful woman you old bag, I thought.

But instead I just smiled and thanked her, and hustled out of the women's department.

I was annoyed with myself and decided I needed a pick-me-up. I realized Joe's store was just a few doors away, and I ducked inside. I spotted Joe at one end, speaking to a customer, and I browsed my way toward them. When he finished with the customer he turned to me.

"Can I help you Miss? Oh, it's you Danielle. I didn't recognize you in your new clothes."

"I'm not usually this forward but I wanted to see if we could firm up our plans for tomorrow night."

"I was going to call you as soon as I get off work. Do you know Muldoons?"

It was actually "our" place because Jamie and I had our first date there.

"Is 8 PM OK?"

"Sure. I'll see you then."

I smiled at him, and as I walked toward the door, I caught Joe's reflection in the front window. He was staring at my ass, and I smiled. I felt like a beautiful woman again.

I made my way to the other end of the mall, and as I ducked through the other department store, I couldn't resist the makeup counter. I sat down and let the saleswoman give me her pitch and I agreed to her offer of a make-over. I had to admit, her advice on colors was perfect, and while I had done a good job with my makeup before, I looked the best I could now. I was happy to pay for my new cosmetics.

I had such a wonderful first day as a woman, but now it was time for my first night. I got home and stripped out of my jeans and began to consider what I was going to wear. I knew exactly where I planned to go and who I hoped to find.

III

I walked into the bar, to familiar sights and sounds. The sawdust on the floor, the barrels of roasted peanuts, the long bar off to the left and the tables and dance floor filling the rest of the space.

And at the far end of the bar was the person I was hoping to see: Jimmy. My best friend, faithful wing man when I was single, Best Man at my wedding.

I walked toward Jimmy's end of the bar. He looked up and smiled briefly before his eyes moved away from mine. They settled first on my chest, my boobs accented by the tight fit of the t-shirt I'd bought along with the blue jeans. Then they focused on the mirrored wall behind me, and I could see his eyes start at my barely covered ass, then drift down my long curvaceous legs. Then his eyes went back up to the TV screen above the bar.

Yes, these Daisy Dukes definitely look better on me than they do on Jamie, I thought. You like what you see, Jimmy?

I squeezed into the empty stool next to him, making sure my breasts brushed against his arm as I slipped by. He turned toward me and barely mustered a smile. I spoke.

"Excuse me."

"No problem."

And he turned back toward the game.

"What's the score?"

He stared at me incredulously.

"See those numbers in the upper left of the screen? That's the score."

Wow, buddy, you really are off your game, I thought. You'd never ignore an opening like that before. I spoke again, teasingly.

"Well you know I'm just a stupid girl, maybe you can teach me the finer details of the game."

His expression softened then and he smiled again, this time with his brown eyes twinkling.

"I'm sorry. I'm just a little annoyed at the score. I've got money riding on this game."

I looked at the screen and knew he was on his game again. His team was way ahead.

"I'm Danielle."

"Jimmy."

Jimmy started his familiar patter. He bought me a drink and we made small talk. I laughed whether his jokes were amusing or not, and flipped my hair over my ear and let my hand fall over his forearm, smiling all the while. I knew my buddy had game but it was different being the focal point of it.

At half-time he excused himself by saying something about the little boy's room, and I dropped my hand down into his lap. Leaning in close I whispered, "Doesn't seem little to me" then kissed him at the point of his jaw.

He slid out of his stool and stood up.

"Don't go anywhere."

"I won't."

A moment after he walked away, my phone started buzzing. It was Jimmy, texting.

Cold streak over. Hot blonde cant keep hands off.

Fuck her good, I texted back.

Always do, came the reply.

I know you do, I thought as I waited for Jimmy to come back. When he did he pulled out some bills and settled the bar tab, and then reached for my hand.

"Let's go back to my place, Danielle."

"I'd love to - just let me freshen up a little first."

As I headed toward the Ladies Room, my phone buzzed again. It was my wife, texting.

Where are you? No answer at home.

Out with Jimmy, trying to cheer him up.

He needs a good time after what that girl did to him. Have fun.

I shut off the phone. We definitely will, I thought. I entered the restroom and recognized the three girls at the mirror, fixing their makeup. I'd slept with two of them before I met Jamie, and I was pretty sure Jimmy had bagged all three. I felt like I had snuck into the opposing team's locker room, but no one could possibly tell because I wore the same uniform. I couldn't help myself and struck up a conversation.

"Say, you girls look like regulars. What do you know about that cute guy I've been talking to?"

"Nice guy. I haven't seen him for a while. He was living with some girl, I heard she walked out on him ..."

Tell me something I don't know, girlfriend.

A voice came from one of the stalls.

"At least you're not talking to that friend of his. What was his name? I've had inoculations that lasted longer."

The other girls laughed as the girl came out of the stall.

I recognized her too. Well, bitch, I'm a much better lay now, I thought.

"What was his name? Daniel?"

"I heard he got married. Pity that girl."

"OK, but I'm not asking about this Daniel, what about Jimmy? Is he, um, big?"

"Very. Knows how to work it too."

"Good kisser" said another one.

"Sounds like I'm in for a treat then."

I left the girls gossiping in the toilet and went back to the bar.

"Are you ready?"

I stood close to him as I nodded. I wanted him to kiss me, to feel his arms pull me in tight, but instead he offered the crook of his elbow and turned to escort me out of the bar. I was going to have to wait.

He guided me toward his car and opened the door for me, and I turned toward him then but he still didn't make a move. Was he always like this? I wondered. He got in the driver's side and pulled out, and I reached over and ran my thumb and finger along his ear, then down to his broad neck. He shrugged my hand away so I let it fall into his lap. At least his cock was responding the way I wanted. I left my hand there the rest of the drive, slowly moving along its steadily expanding length.

When we reached his townhouse, he unlocked the door, flipped on the lights and stepped aside to let me go in first. I complimented him on the décor even as I teased him that it didn't look like the décor of a young bachelor.

"Yeah, well the bitch walked out on me a few weeks ago."

"I know. The girls at the bar said you were on the rebound."

"I'm not looking for anything serious."

"Neither am I," I said as I turned my head and leaned in toward him.

Finally, our lips met, and I knew the girl wasn't lying. Jimmy's lips were soft and teasing, then firm and pressing. When his lips parted, my tongued dueled with his as my hands stroked his hair and his large hands pulled my ass in. He kneaded my ass, and when a finger slipped inside the band of my panty, I jumped a little bit so he lifted me in the air.

My 110 pounds were hardly a challenge for his 190 pound chiseled physique, and he slipped one arm around my ass so that he could cup my breast with his free hand.

"I've been thinking about these tits all night. Are they real?"

"Why don't you judge for yourself?"

I replied as I slipped off of him and lifted my t-shirt over my head. His right hand reached for my bra strap, pulling it over my shoulder to reveal my breast down to the nipple. His hand squeezed my tit and he smiled in recognition that the soft pillowy flesh was completely natural.

My hands slipped behind my back and I unclasped the bra, spilling the girls out into waiting his hands and lips and tongue. I moaned softly as he buried his face between them before kissing and licking his way toward each nipple in turn. All the while one hand caressed his hair and face, while the other cupped my breast toward his hungry, delightful lips.

He pulled away from my chest and our lips came together as my hands reached for the buttons of his plaid shirt, pulling the material apart and pushing it off of his broad shoulders. His broad chest exposed, I dragged my red nails along the bare skin then kissed my way around his muscles before I vibrated my tongue against each nipple.

He turned me around then and one hand started caressing and teasing my left breast, while his other hand move down toward my crotch. A finger slipped inside the tiny shorts, moving along the V of my bare crotch. I gyrated my ass against the hardness that was pressed into me, and I turned my head toward his, kissing him passionately as I felt my juices begin to flow out of me.

His strong hands came together now at my waist, pulling apart the button and yanking the zipper down. The material separated, and both hands plunged down, rubbing me. I groaned into his chest, a woman in heat, desperate for the touch I craved.

His hands moved apart and found the waistband of my shorts, pushing them down over my hips. My hand reached down with his, pushing the clothing off of me. My panties almost came off with the shorts but instead he lifted them back into place as I disentangled my boots from the shorts.

Again his hands moved, one caressing my tits as the other one rubbed along the front of my panty. I longed for the feel of his fingers against my pliant flesh and began to tug down my panties, but he grabbed my wrists and held them still.

"Not yet," he whispered, as I felt his breath against my neck before his lips and tongue began at my ear and drifted down my neck and shoulders, leaving me trembling at his touch. His hands briefly cupped my breasts again before he began to kiss his way down my back, kneeling behind me as my own hands replaced his, touching myself as he left me squirming.

Finally, his strong hands grasped the waist band and in one smooth motion yanked the material off of me. He began kissing my butt, moving downward as his hands stroked my outer thighs. My fingers found my own sex and I gasped as I touched myself. When his head pressed between my legs, I lifted a foot onto the edge of the coffee table and looked down as his head twisted into position between my legs.

When his eyes appeared above my crotch, I could tell he was smiling. I smiled down at him as his tongue snaked out a course around my lips, the sensation causing my eyes to close tight. His hand cradled my ass now as he eagerly began to eat me out. I was grinding into him now, my eyes shut tight as he used the broad flatness of his tongue to swab my little man in the boat. My legs were over his shoulders and his hand supported my ass as my first orgasm coursed through me and my body began to tremble uncontrollably, my juices pouring out of me and coating his face, my body held upright only by the man who had given me such pleasure.

We smiled at each other after as I stroked my fingers through his hair.

"The girls didn't mention you gave such good head."

"Oh, you were checking up on me, huh? Don't believe everything you hear."

"Oh but I heard nothing but good things. Especially about your cock."

I stepped backwards toward the couch as he stood up before me, my hand reaching for the bulging tent in his jeans.

"I don't think they lied about that either."

I kissed him as I pulled apart his jeans than pushed them downward. I grasped his cock through is boxers and smiled again.

"No, they didn't."

I kissed and licked and nibbled my way down the broad expanse of his torso, to his six-pack abs until I kneeled before him, mouth in front of his pre-cum stained underwear. I left a red imprint of my lips on the wet material covering the head, then watched him as I yanked the waistband down, freeing him. It sprang at me.

"I don't think they did you justice."

And indeed they hadn't. I'd admired Jimmy's cock before, when we showered together at the gym. It was beautiful to my cock-obsessed mind then. Now, it was simply breathtaking. It was more beautiful to me now, because today I was the lucky woman who would soon welcome it inside her.

I lifted the head toward my lips and curved my tongue around it before licking and kissing the underside of the head and the long shaft. My eyes glided upward to his as I reached his balls. I tongued and licked and gently welcomed each one into my mouth before I slowly, achingly made my way back toward the head. Nine inches later, I reached the head and kissed it, before I smiled at my lover and began to suck him in earnest.

I worked more and more of his shaft inside my lips and soon Jimmy's moans joined my own. My hands reached for his waist but he had other ideas. He held one wrist, then brought my other hand together with it, and held both my hands over my head. He began to thrust his cock inside of my mouth then, pulling it out and holding it steady a few inches from my mouth before allowing me to gratefully receive it. All the while his eyes were locked on mine, his powerful lust and my desperate desire to please the unspoken message between us.

He thrust forward then and held my face in place, his delightful flavor flooding my senses as he moved me backward toward the couch. My shoulders touched the cushions but this wasn't the position he wanted. He kept moving forward, using his cock to move my head and shoulders onto the couch, until my feet were planted underneath me, my ass was suspended over the floor, and his knees were alongside my chest, half of his cock in my mouth.

Pinned beneath him, completely at his mercy, he began to thrust again, over and over, sometimes slipping out of my mouth before he lined himself up again and plunged back inside my happy mouth. When he pulled out and left me to explore the satin smoothness of the head, I cupped my breasts and moved them against his heavy balls, and he moved down then and placed the shaft between my tits. I smeared the saliva in my mouth between them, then he spat in his hand and added his own before he plunged his long cock between my breasts and began to thrust between them, occasionally pulling his cock away and using my mouth to pleasure me and himself.

He straightened up then and I scooted further up the couch until only my ass hung off it, my legs spread apart, my slick vagina weeping in anticipation, desperate to be filled up, to receive, to submit. Kneeling, he tugged off my boots, then grasped under my knees, lifting my legs in his arms. I reached between my legs and grasped his thick rod, moving it against me until I felt the wide head slip inside as my eyes widened and my mouth formed a huge "O".

He pressed into me and I felt myself open to him. I was mesmerized by the sight and feeling of his cock disappearing inside me. Inch after perfect inch was between my legs, then pressing through me, filling me, reaching a place no one had yet reached before. When he had buried himself inside me, I gasped and felt him slowly begin to withdraw before he started to thrust back inside, taking me as I gave myself to him.

Soon his cock was sliding in and out of me steadily, deliciously, my big tits bouncing in time to his powerful thrusts, my hands gripping the cushions as his balls swung against my ass with each deeply filling stroke. My body started to convulse again and my eyes shut tight as my moans turned to shouts, then screams.

"I'm cumming on your cock!! Oh my god don't stop yeah that's it don't stop don't stop don't stoooooooo ...."

My words dissolved into a wordless scream of intense, mind-blowing pleasure. He slipped out of me and I didn't even realize it. When my eyes opened again, he was seated next to me, his cock rising in his lap, slick with my juices and waiting for me to slip him back inside. I immediately straddled him and felt him fill me again, our eyes locked on each others before I leaned in and found his lips as I ground my crotch as deeply into his as I could.

I leaned back, offering my breasts to his lips as his hands slipped under the small of my back and began to pull my sex over him, again and again as I felt a new intense wave of pleasure build. He was hitting a spot deep inside and I was cumming again, more intensely than before, incredible waves coursing through me, my pussy spasming around him. I didn't realize until after I had collapsed against him that I must have experienced a G-spot orgasm. How this was possible, I couldn't have cared less. I was just amazed that it happened.

And yet, my lover was hardly through with me yet. He lifted me off of him, and this time I slithered alongside him and sucked him deeply inside my mouth, over and over again. He moved the shaft against my lips, then lifted under my arm and pointed toward the coffee table. He wanted to watch my ass bounce on his cock and this cowgirl was ready.

I straddled him and moved him along my slit, then slid down his pole before rocking hard against him and lifting myself back up. I rode his cock for all I was worth, until after several strokes, he reached for my waist and pulled me backwards until my back lay against his chest. Hs cock was still lodged inside me and he began to thrust hard, over and over and over and over. He whispered in my ear, a sharp hiss punctuated by his own grunts.

"You love the cock, don't you? Tell me how it feels ..."

"Ohhhh yes yes yes I love your cock, it feels so good uhh uhhh uhhh ..."

His hands gripped my elbows and pushed me upward, as he expertly sat up, his cock buried deep inside me, until we rose together. He finally slipped out but when I bent over at the waist he slid back inside, and reached for both of my arms as he fucked me harder than ever. I was balanced on my feet and his arms and impaled on his cock as he fucked me deeply, insistently, powerfully. His cock was beginning to throb inside me and I panted out my demand.

"Cum in my mouth ... I want to taste you ... please!"

He slipped out of me and I turned and kneeled on the floor as he stroked himself, once, then again, and then he groaned very loudly as he climaxed. My mouth was open, just below his cock, and his cum dribbled out, making up in volume and accuracy what his ejaculate lacked in distance or speed. Jimmy's cum filled my mouth and covered my face, and I greedily pulled it all into my mouth before I dabbed the cum that was in my mouth onto the head of his cock, then pulled away, creating long strands between my happy mouth and the cock that had made me so happy. I continued to do this a couple of times before I cleaned the cum from his shaft, stuck my tongue through what was in my mouth, and swallowed the last of it.

I opened my mouth, smiled up at him, kissed the head of his cock, and spoke.

"Those girls weren't lying. You really know how to work the equipment."

"You're not too bad yourself, Danielle."

He reached down and helped me to my feet, pulling me close and kissing me tenderly. When our lips separated, we looked around the room. Magazines had scattered off of the coffee table, a plastic cup had fallen as well, cracking on the floor, and there were two visible wet spots on the white couch cushions.

"Well I guess I can always turn those cushions over."

I smiled at him and reached down to collect my clothes. The panties I slid on, the bra I stuffed into my purse. When I pulled on my shorts, he frowned.

"Can't you stay the night? I make a pretty good omelette."

I smiled and begged off, saying I had an early start tomorrow. He offered to drive me back to the bar to get my car, but I couldn't risk him possibly recognizing my car, so I insisted on calling a cab. He paid the cabbie when he arrived, and I melted into his body as he pulled me tight for a long, lingering good night kiss. I made sure he had my "new" phone number before I slipped into the back seat and told the cabbie where to take me.

A few minutes later, my phone buzzed again.

His text said, BEST EVAH!

So were you, Jimmy, I thought. So were you.

IV

Saturday night I met up with Joe, who was a warm and witty conversationalist, with a wonderful eight inches that nearly wore me out.

Sunday I hooked up again with Steven and Bob. They bought their friend Ty, whose name was short but whose cock was huge. They ravaged me over and over again, the entire afternoon, until I was reduced to a puddle of sexual exhaustion.

On Monday I registered on one of the "adult" dating sites, booking two or three "dates" each day. I had two rules: I didn't respond if they sent a photo of their cocks (I wanted to be surprised) and everyone got blowjobs but I only fucked the ones I really liked.

I fucked all of my dates.

Thursday morning I was intrigued by an email I received and agreed to have my date come to my house, and when he arrived just after 12:00 pm, I was glad I'd decided to see him. He was gorgeous, with broad shoulders, dimples, and intense, smoldering dark eyes. And his cock was a joy to behold, once I had freed it from his pants. Soon he was stretched across my bed, my lips gliding up and down his shaft as my hands cupped and played with his balls. I looked toward his face but his head was beneath the pillow and moving side-to-side. I began to inhale as much of his ten inches as I could, and as my nose nestled into his pubes, the door to our bedroom flew open.

"This is what you do when I'm away? Fuck some skanky whore in our own bed?"

Jamie yelled.

My head came up from his cock as my date's head came up from under the pillow. She stared uncomprehendingly at both of us.

"Who the hell are you people? Where is my husband?"

In this final chapter, Daniel is confronted by his wife Jamie after using the Topical Solution for Hormonal Imbalance. Can their marriage survive this revelation of his long term transsexual desires?

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"Where the fuck is my husband?"

My wife repeated. I stayed silent and despite my predicament, my hand still slid over the raging erection next to me.

"Where is Daniel? How did you get in here? If I don't get some answers right now I'm calling the police!"

I didn't have a choice.

"I'm Daniel," I said quietly.

"Shut up, whore! Where is my husband?"

"I'm Daniel," I repeated, louder this time.

"What?"

She stared at me in disbelief, taking in my 110 pound body, my huge breasts and round ass. Then our eyes met, locked together, and I raised my eyebrows, something I often did with her to express the thought of 'well, d'uh.' Her eyes opened wide in recognition before she spoke.

"If you're Daniel, what happened on our honeymoon?"

"In the dark, I turned you over to do it doggie style and plunged right up your ass. Ever since you've preferred straight missionary, and you like to guide me inside you, as if you're afraid I'd stick it in the wrong hole again."

Jamie just stared, gape-mouthed, as my date yanked his legs away from me and spoke.

"Hey, I didn't sign up for no tranny blowjob."

I tugged my panties to the side, displaying my slit, and said, "Do I look like a tranny?"

Now it was his turn to look shocked and confused and in an instant he was pulling on his jeans. The bulge from his still-hard cock displayed telltale evidence of a task left unfinished. He closed the bedroom door behind him. I wasn't sure what I regretted more, that he was leaving with such a case of blue balls, or that I wasn't going to get the opportunity to experience that monster inside me. Then my wife's voice reminded me of what I truly regretted. Her voice started quietly, then rose to a shout.

"What ... happened ...to your penis?!"

"Jamie, I know this is freaking you out, but I want you to know this is completely reversible."

Now she exploded.

"Completely reversible? I go to visit my mom and come home to find my husband in our bed, with huge tits and a vagina, with a voice like Kathleen fucking Turner, sucking some guy's enormous cock, but it's supposed to be OK because its completely fucking reversible?"

"I never intended for you to see me like this. What made you come home early without telling me?"

"What made me come home? I got a call from Tammy who said she kept seeing some slutty-looking blonde going in and out of the house, but she never saw you. She knew I was gone and felt obligated to tell me you had a sexy female visitor. Now I can see why you never picked up the phone when I called."

That bitch, I thought. Our neighbor had hit on me when we first moved in, and this is how she gets back at me: Feeding my wife stories that I was cheating on her. Well it's not like she could have guessed the blonde girl was me.

"Well it is reversible."

"Then fucking reverse it. I can't speak to you with you like this."

I slipped the bra and panties off and went to the vanity, where my new cosmetics were mixed in with Jamie's. She followed me.

"I see you've been busy shopping. If I knew you liked makeup so much I'd have bought you some," she said with a smirk. Then she noticed the Topical Solution for Hormonal Imbalance.

"Before and After. I preferred you Before, Daniel."

I grabbed the bottle and began to use the lotion starting again with my face and neck, then my arms, shoulders, hands and torso. Jamie watched in the mirror, her expression reminding me of the scene in The Fly when Gena Davis watched as Jeff Goldblum demonstrated how Brundle-Fly eats. Daniel steadily emerged from Danielle, until finally I stood before her, once again her 155 pound fully-equipped husband.

She started to interrogate me as I slipped my shorts on.

"Are you gay?"

"No, I am definitely not gay. The thought of a man touching my cock or fucking my ass is not remotely appealing to me and never has been."

"It sounds like there's a 'but' coming. A really big 'butt.'"

The way she emphasized 'butt' I knew she had made a pun and I couldn't help but smile. I took a deep breath and began to speak.

"I've always been attracted to girls. I've only dated women, and I think you know I have no problem getting aroused by them. But ..."

I smiled at my wife but she wasn't smiling back.

"But from the time puberty hit, I've had fantasies of being a girl."

She began to nod her head, not so much in understanding or acceptance as resignation to what she'd already realized. I continued.

"I was popular and dated a lot, but it didn't keep me from dreaming about being a girl, and whenever I had the chance I tried on my mom's bra and panties or her garter belt and hose. When I watched porn, I put myself in the girl's place, wearing beautiful lingerie, happily sucking cock and being fucked, and eagerly taking a load in my mouth and all over my face."

"So you've been projecting your own fantasy onto me, asking me to let you cum in my mouth?"

"No, I've always wished you would let me cum in your face. I think it's sexy from either perspective."

She was silent, and so I continued.

"I never stopped fantasizing, even after we got married. And as fulfilling as our sex life has been, eventually I had to take action. Five weeks ago, I took a bag you've never seen out of a safe deposit box you never knew about, and did my best to transform myself. A man I met online let me suck his cock."

"Let me guess, you loved it, but playing dress up wasn't enough."

"No, it wasn't. I didn't want to be a guy in makeup and lingerie. I wanted to experience what a woman experiences. That's when I found the website for Before and After. There are "miracle products," and then there are miracle products, as you've now seen."

I was silent, and so was Jamie. She seemed to be processing everything I had said, getting it straight in her mind, absorbing it and considering the implications. Suddenly her eyes grew wide.

"Oh my god. When you texted back that you were out with Jimmy, you were out like this. You are gay! You've been in love with Jimmy all along."

As she began to put two and two together, I couldn't help but smile at the still-fresh memory. But when she decided it added up to five I had to make sure she understood she was wrong.

"No! I am not gay!"

"But you've known Jimmy a long time. You go to the gym together. You probably loved looking at his cock in the locker room."

I knew that was true, but I wasn't going to go there.

"I was just doing my buddy a solid. That bitch Heather fucked him over, really messed up his confidence, and I wanted him to move on, be the old Jimmy again, bang a different broad every night."

"Yeah, I'll bet it was a real hardship for you."

"Look, all I'll admit is that as a woman, I was very attracted to him. What girl wouldn't be? He's cute and funny and charming. And if you saw his cock ..."

"Do not finish that sentence! I don't want to hear anymore. In fact, I don't even want to look at you right now. My husband, the man I love, was so desperate to be a woman he ordered an untested product in hopes he could become a she. I need time alone to think. I do want to know one thing though. Do you love me? Did you ever love me?"

"Yes Jamie, I love you and I always have. I love the life we have together. Please forgive me for deceiving you, and ... I'm just asking for a chance. I'm still Daniel. I still want to be your husband."

I wasn't sure if any of it was true, but I hoped she would believe me.

II

My wife went downstairs and fixed herself some tea. I busied myself cleaning the house as I had planned to before her scheduled arrival. When I walked into the kitchen to fill a bucket with soapy water, she looked up from the table and smiled softly at me. I smiled back, but I didn't let that get my hopes up too high. I knew Jamie could be a nasty vindictive bitch when someone did her wrong. A couple of hours later, I was finishing up in our bedroom. She walked in as I was separating out my makeup from hers.

"I still love you, Daniel. Despite all this ... stuff you've hidden from me, despite the cheating, I don't want to leave you."

I pulled her into my arms and Jamie collapsed into me then, great sobs wracking her chest as tears poured down her cheeks. I held her like that for a long while until her breathing returned to normal. She pulled her head from my chest so I leaned forward to kiss her. But she wouldn't kiss me. Instead she locked her eyes onto mine.

"Look at me, Daniel. I want you to look into my eyes and swear that you will never indulge this fantasy again. Swear?"

I knew I couldn't guarantee anything, but I was grateful that Jamie wasn't going to torch the life we had, and so I gave her my word.

"That's not enough - I want you to pour out all those bottles."

"OK, we can do that. That's fine. But aren't you in the least bit curious?"

"I'm not the pervert with the gender-bending fantasy."

"Maybe not, but you mean you've never ever wondered, not even a little? You've seen what it does, you know it's reversible. And you told me before that you dated a few girls at school."

"That was just youthful experimentation. And it never involved a dildo either."

"Come on, Jamie. You've never ever wondered what sex is like as a man? This is your one chance to find out what its like on the other side of the cock. Let me have my fantasy one last time, this time with my wife. You might even like it."

She looked at me for a long time, thinking.

"OK. I have to admit I was the aggressive one when I dated women. And there was one girl who had me strap on a dildo and fuck her. Might be fun to find out what it actually feels like. But you have to swear it will be the first and last time, right?"

I smiled and agreed. Jamie asked about the different bottles and jars and told me she didn't care if it was reversible, she wasn't going to use the hair gel or the tongue tablet. I wasn't going to argue. Jamie washed off her makeup then sat down before I went to work on her.

First her brow moved forward and the thin, delicate hair straightened and thickened into the eyebrow of a man. Her cheekbones receded, and her nose lengthened a bit. She stared at her cheeks as her skin became rougher and her complexion became perceptibly darker with her incipient beard.

Her neck and shoulders thickened and her biceps and forearms expanded against my hands. I made sure she took her rings off before her hands lengthened and her fingers thickened.

It was time to spread the After lotion on her vocal cords, and she smiled a bit as her voice changed from a soft alto to a strong tenor. She told me to add a little more and soon my wife's voice was a low resonant rumble like Barry White's.

I began to sing "Can't Get Enough of Your Love Baby." That made her laugh.

"OK, I am going to close my eyes. I don't want to watch the rest of me change, I just want to see when it's complete."

I rubbed the lotion on her chest, feeling her soft breasts spread out and recede into a pair of broad, powerful pectorals. Her waist expanded outward and her abs grew a hard wall of muscle.

My wife was turning into a hunk.

I took her hand so she would stand up and I rubbed the lotion into her legs, hips and ass, until a perfect male ass sat atop strong, muscular legs.

Finally, I spread the liquid between her legs and felt the skin soften and expand. I kept rubbing it and massaging it as it naturally changed shape, and soon I had to wonder if the men in her family were all well endowed. Jamie's cock was huge and beautiful.

I told her to open her eyes, and we both smiled as we looked her over in the mirror.

"You look like one of those long-haired bad-boy hunks on the cover of one of your romance novels."

"I look like one of those long-haired bad-boy hunks on the cover of Playgirl. You've seen some of them, haven't you ... Danielle?"

I smiled when she called me by the name I preferred to hear, and as I started using the lotion, Jamie sat down on the bed, watching me, while her hand slipped under her cock, cupping her balls.

"You know these things really itch."

"Tell me about it, honey."

I quickly applied the gel to my hair and ran the hair dryer to activate it, then went about bringing the rest of Danielle back out into the world. There was a beautiful cock waiting for her.

When I began to apply the lotion to my chest, Jamie spoke.

"Not so big this time. Don't you know more than a mouthful is a waste?"

I looked at my wife and laughed.

"How about just a little bit more than a mouthful?"

She shrugged her shoulders so I spread the lotion into my chest until I judged my breasts to be C-cups. Then I moved down my torso, carving out my waist before making sure my hips were in proportion to my bust. I actually liked my smaller but still luscious booty more.

Once my legs were again soft, smooth and shapely, I turned to my cock. I thought, here's hoping we won't have to see you again, old buddy, as I spread the lotion into me and felt my appendage melt into the void I was sure I was meant to have.

When I was done, I turned toward Jamie. She was still sitting on the bed, but her hands were moving up and down on her now stiffening prick.

"You like what you see .... James?"

"Come over here and I'll show you how much 'I like.'"

Her voice was such a powerful, low sexy rumble it made me tingle inside. I strode toward my wife, twisting my shoulders a little bit to make my tits jiggle. Her green eyes stared into mine, hard and strong. I couldn't return her gaze and my eyes drifted down until they came to her erection.

"You looking at something little girl? Something you want?"

"Yes," I whispered.

"Tell me. What is it you want?"

"Your cock. I want your beautiful cock."

"Not yet."

Her hand came up and her finger twirled in a clockwise motion. I did as she commanded, slowly turning away from her, showing her my ass. I gave a little wiggle, and Jamie's hand came down on my ass with a loud whap. I jumped but didn't have to be told to move my ass back toward her. I wiggled as I backed up.

"You want me to spank your ass while I'm fucking you?"

"Yes," I whispered.

"What was that? You'll have to speak up if you want something."

"I want you to spank my ass while you're fucking me," I yelled.

"Turn around and bring those tits here."

I did as I was told. I bent forward until my breasts swung down toward her mouth, and my hands were wrapped around my wife's powerful shoulders. She stared up at me before speaking.

"Next time I tell you I want a mouthful, you obey."

God I hope there's going to be a next time, I thought.

My hands cupped my breasts as my wife's soft, small tongue darted out, dancing along the sensitive areola before she sucked my breast hard. The feeling was incredible, better than any of the men I'd fucked, and I moaned softly as my small fingers ran through her long hair. Her lips glided down my breasts until they got to the point of my erect nipples, where her teeth came together and made me cry out.

"You like how that feels, don't you?"

"Yes!"

My hand reached for the huge erection that was pointing at me but her stronger hand intercepted my wrist and held it aside.

"You stroke the cock when I tell you to stroke the cock."

I moaned as her tongue and teeth returned to my sensitive breasts.

Her hands pulled my arms off her shoulders, then pulled me forward until I fell on top of her. My tiny hands squeezed her pecs while her own strong hands squeezed and pinched my ass. I wanted her cock inside me but Jamie had other ideas. In one motion, she lifted me off of her and pulled my body into position on the bed, before sliding alongside me.

Turning on her side, her cock brushed against my hip. I wanted to touch it, to stroke it and please it but I didn't dare try.

"You're learning, Danielle. That's good."

My wife's lips descended on my own, her dark hair falling on me. My mouth opened immediately, and her tongue darted inside. It was so familiar yet so different. Small as ever, it was aggressive and invasive, probing my mouth, taking dominion over it. No one had kissed me like that before and it was driving me crazy with desire.

"You want to touch the cock, Danielle?"

"Yes, please. Please let me touch your cock!"

"You may."

Jamie moved my hand to her hard-on and began to move it up and down along the shaft, slowly, steadily, until she released my hand and brought hers back to my breast, cupping and squeezing it. My hand moved faster on her cock until her hand slapped my boob. I gasped and stroked her again with the slow, deliberate speed she wanted.

Her hand moved down my torso then and I spread my legs in anticipation. Still she slapped my legs even further apart before she slid two thick fingers along my already sopping wet pussy. I ground into them until she pressed them into my opening, making me gasp then moan loudly.

"Look at me, Danielle. Open your eyes and look at me."

I did as I was told.

"That's nothing compared to how my cock is going to feel inside you. Do you want my cock inside you?"

"Yes," I said weakly.

"What?"

"Yes! Yes I want your cock inside me!"

She smiled then and raised herself up, settled in between my legs, and began to grind the thick length of her member against my soft, waiting slit. Her tongue once again invaded my mouth before moving down to my chest, pausing at each breast before kissing and licking its way further down until she was poised between my legs.

"Do you want me to lick your pretty pussy?"

"Yes oh god yes please lick my pretty pussy!"

Her soft tongue danced along my slit, making my eyes shut tight as my fingers moved through her hair. No one, not Jimmy or Joe or anyone, gave me feelings like Jamie's expert lips and tongue did. The vibrations were starting to build inside me when she kissed my clit softly and withdrew from me.

"Don't stop! Oh god please don't stop!"

Her tongue began again, licking softly at my mound, dancing along my lips over and over again before it found my clit and began to flick and vibrate around it. My moans were growing louder by the moment when she stopped cold again.

"Please don't tease me! Oh god make me cum, make me cum!"

Her tongue went back to work, and it took only a few moments before my breath was choppy and short and my crotch bucked against her lips. She stopped for an instant before shoving both of her thick fingers inside me, fucking me while her tongue danced on my clit, sending me screaming over the edge, my orgasm ripping through me taking my breath away and scrambling my vision into a blur of white.

It felt like minutes before my respiration returned to normal. I opened my eyes to find Jamie staring into them.

"Glad you're a woman, Danielle?"

I croaked out a "Yes."

"Prove it. I bet you suck cock like a pro."

She flipped over and stretched out alongside me, her huge cock rising from her crotch, pulling my gaze and hand toward it. I got on my knees, my tits brushing her chest as my hand reached for her erection. I gripped the head and slid my hand down the shaft as my lips and tongue explored her muscular chest and small nipples. Then I kissed my way down to her erection, like a magnet pulling my hungry mouth inexorably toward it.

I steadied her shaft below my lips, then slipped it inside my warm mouth. I bobbed a couple of times down on it, then discharged the saliva and spread it around, stroking her again and again before sucking gently at the first few inches.

"You want this cock inside you, you better start sucking it like you mean it."

"You mean like this?" I asked before sliding six inches down on her shaft then releasing it with a loud smacking noise. She groaned, a loud masculine rumble, and I began to explore every inch of her cock and balls with my lips and tongue. I stared at her, and she back at me, watching me intently as I made her moan and squirm.

Her heavy balls felt delightful inside my delicate soft mouth, and I carefully swabbed every inch of my wife's cock with my lips and tongue before I began to bear down on the shaft, taking more and more of it with each down stroke.

"That's it, suck the cock like a good little obedient girl. The cock feels good inside your mouth, doesn't it?"

"Umm hmm" I moaned around it as three-quarters of the shaft disappeared into my mouth.

I released her cock then and stroked it with one hand as my other stroked my wet pussy.

"I love your beautiful cock so much. Please fuck me!"

She rose up from the bed, gripped my shoulders, and flung me back onto the bed. Her hands roughly pressed my legs apart before she pressed the thick head into my crotch. I reached for it but her other hand once again grabbed my wrist and set it aside.

"I'll decide how I take your pussy," she said before pressing into me, impaling me quickly on the first six inches of her shaft. I gasped and moaned loudly and she immediately shifted her weight forward, forcing the rest of her into me and filling me in a way no one, not Jimmy or even Ty, had filled me before.

"Oh my god you're so fucking big!"

She began to withdraw, inch by glorious inch, then she rammed herself back into me, making me gasp and cry out. She repeated the motion, pulling further out each time, again and again and again and again, until finally she was fucking me steadily, quickly, with the full length of her penis. My eyes began to roll backward as the pleasure wave built and crested and surged out of me. Jamie kept fucking me all the while.

"That feel good inside you? Is it making you cum? Cum on my cock! Come on! Make it wet!"

She slipped out of me then and even as I continued to pant, my eyes shut tight, my body stiff and weak, she was lifting me off the bed, turning me around, spreading my legs into position. My arms were too weak to hold myself up, but my ass was up in the air and she slammed her cock back home from behind. I groaned again, delirious with pleasure, her cock making me tremble and moan and shudder and pant.

With my head down, she shifted her weight forward, driving herself deeply into my prone, defenseless body. She rocked against my ass when she was balls deep, then pulled back out of me, pulling my hips up off the bed.

"Almost forgot I promised to spank your ass while I fucked you."

She pushed herself back into me and began to fuck me with short thrusts, pausing at the end of each one to smack my ass with a hard whap.

"You going to be a good girl from now on and only let this cock fuck you?"

"Yes," I screamed. "Yes!! Fuck meeeeee!!! Fuck me pleeeeease!"

She stopped spanking me then and began to fuck me, harder then before, more mercilessly than anyone else, until with one short thrust and then one impossibly deep one, her cock began to spasm inside me, blast after blast of hot cum filling my insides, Jamie yelling her pleasure over my own cries.

I collapsed into the bed then, and Jamie fell into place beside me, shifting onto her back. I turned my head toward her, and my wife's handsome face had dissolved into a wide grin I almost recognized. It was the one I imagined was plastered on my face when my wife and I had finished making love. But we had never made love like this.

"That was incredible, Jamie. Just amazing. No one fucked me like that. I love you so much."

I kissed her tenderly, and when our lips separated, we moved the other one's hair away from our eyes.

"I love you too, Daniel. I didn't think I'd really get into it but I have to admit it was a lot of fun. I think I may have taken out some anger and frustration on you, too."

"If that was anger and frustration, may you always be angry and frustrated with me."

We laughed together, for the first time in a long time, and I pressed myself into her.

"I just want to stay like this forever," I said into her chest.

"Hmmm" she murmured before shutting her eyes.

We rested like that for a while before rousing ourselves. It was almost 7 PM, and we were both famished. There was some fried chicken and potato salad in the fridge, and we devoured it.

"Feel better?" Jamie asked. I nodded.

"Good, because you'll need all the energy you can muster. I want Daniel to come back and take care of his beautiful wife."

I smiled at Jamie.

"I think I can handle that."

"You better, or James won't ever come back."

I'm going to fuck the idea of pouring this magical lotion down the sink right out of your head, I thought.

Soon, we were back in the forms God had made us, and Jamie snuggled up close to me.

"I love you, baby."

"I love you, too," I replied.

My hand went around her familiar hip, pulling her ass tight to me as her small hands immediately began to stroke my cock. Our tongues entwined before she broke off the kiss, and started to kiss her way to my nipples, which she gently stimulated as she pulled urgently at my manhood. I pulled her face toward mine, kissing her hard, then moved toward her breasts, licking and sucking and kissing them. She sunk back into the bed then, and spoke.

"Eat my pussy. I wanna cum."

I wasted no time getting between her legs, mouth to crotch, inhaling the familiar scent her aroused genitals gave off. I licked tenderly, carefully at first and soon my wife was moaning and bucking against my tongue. I slid two fingers deep inside her and she began to cum, her pussy spasming against my fingers as her chest rose off the bed, pushing me away from her intensely sensitive body.

I stretched out alongside her as she caught her breath, then she rose and began to stroke my half-hard cock while her tongue darted around mine. She wasn't taking her time now, she moved straight down my torso and slipped my cock deeply into her mouth. She sucked hard and she sucked gently, and all the while her eyes were locked on my own, until my eyes closed and I began to thrust, gently then with greater urgency. She began to moan around my erection and I groaned loudest when I felt her lips clamp around the base of my cock before they slid up the shaft with a powerful suction.

"Oh baby that feels so good."

She smiled at me and resumed blowing me, her fingers lifting and massaging my balls as she engulfed me with more fervor and desire than I'd ever experienced. After blowing me longer than she ever had before, Jamie finally released my shaft with a loud 'pop,' and slithered up my body, kissing and licking before she straddled me and slid her warm wet opening along my shaft. She shifted upward, and my hard-on rose, caught her opening, and I slipped inside. She rocked hard against me for several strokes, then her ass rose up a little, giving me room to thrust in and out of her. My hands locked around her back as I pumped into her and her breasts were pushed flat against my chest. Then I lifted her ankle, moving her off of me. I slid out and quickly moved to the side of the bed. I reached for her ankles and walked her backward until her ass hung just off the bed, her head down. I kissed her butt, then slid my cock back inside her.

On my feet, I had a completely free range of motion to fuck my wife hard, and I pounded in and out of her pussy relentlessly while her panting turned to moaning and her moaning turned to shouting, then screaming.

"I'm going to cum on your cock!"

I kept pounding in and out of her as the sounds of my wife's orgasm filled the room and her pussy pulled and slid around my cock. Her gyrations pushed me out of her but when her orgasm subsided, I roughly flipped her over on her back before I resumed fucking her. Her tits were bouncing wildly on her chest as I gave it to her deep and I gave it to her hard, until I reached my own point of no return and I slipped out of her.

I pulled at her waist but she needed no encouragement. She wanted what I wanted, and she shifted forward until her ass hit the floor and her mouth engulfed my cock. I thrust between her lips once, twice and then pulled out as my cum spurted out of me, hitting her open mouth, coating her nose and cheeks, and finally dribbling out on her tits.

She smiled at me, and swallowed what filled her mouth.

"Mmm, yummy."

I was still panting as I smiled down at my wife. This couldn't have worked out better, I thought. As James, she fucked me better than any man, and Jamie herself is almost as much a fuck toy as Danielle. This was truly the best of all possible worlds.

I pulled her up into my arms, and we kissed sloppily, cum spreading from her face to my lips. She broke off our kiss to press the cum into my mouth before our lips came together again and she sucked some of the cum into her own mouth.

We were exhausted now and after cleaning ourselves we fell into bed, wrapped in each other's arms. I drifted off to sleep, my mind filled with a vision of the life we would share from this blessed day forward.

III

I awoke and reached out for my wife. When I touched nothing but the sheets, my eyes opened and I found her standing by the sink, the bottle of After in her hand. I smiled.

"You getting ready James? We're going to have to order more soon."

She looked at me coldly, her eyes distant.

"Not exactly. I'm not James, I'm Jamie. You think I want to be a sweaty, smelly man? How do you guys walk around with those things? They get funky, and they itch like hell."

I stared at her, as uncomprehendingly as she stared at me the day before.

"I'm a woman, Daniel, and I thought I married a man. But you're not a man, are you? No, you're a cock-addicted slut named Danielle."

She began to derisively repeat my words from yesterday, her voice rising until she was shouting in fake passion.

"I want you to spank my ass while you're fucking me!"

"Please let me touch your cock!"

"I love your beautiful cock so much. Please fuck me!"

"Yes! Yes!! Fuck meeeeee!!! Fuck me pleeeeease!"

I looked away from her, angry tears building inside me.

"Don't cry, Danielle. This will turn that sad little cock into the pussy you wish you had."

She held the bottle by her head like a model on an infomercial.

"Whoops!"

She turned the bottle over and its contents poured out into the sink, and I yelled.

"You bitch! Why did you lie to me last night?"

"I lied to you? I fucking lied to you? You've been lying to me from the moment we met! And I was ready to forgive you, right up until the moment you begged me to try that crap 'one time.' So, uh, no, Danielle, I never fucked one of my girlfriends with a dildo. And I'm sure as hell not going to stay married to a freak like you."

"Fuck you! I'll have a new shipment here in a week."

"Just pack your shit up and get out of my house before I get back. I'll see you in court, Danielle."

As she walked out of our bedroom, she had to twist the knife one last time.

"Thanks for the blowjob lessons. They'll come in handy when I meet a real man!"

"Fuck you!" I replied.

After the door slammed shut, I lay there for a moment, anger seething through me. I got up, and absent-mindedly scratched my nuts. They do get itchy, I thought. I threw on my robe, grabbed my wallet, and headed to my study. The computer booted up, and I typed in the URL for Before & After.

URL NOT FOUND

I looked at the address bar, and realized my error. Its .bz not .bx you dumb ass, I thought, relieved. I retyped it and hit return.

Then I screamed.