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Don’t Worry
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Leslie Moore
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Chapter 2
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Mathew watched Frankie fluff up his covers before she helped him back to bed. He smiled. “You are being so good to me. No one ever spoiled me like this before I’d gotten sick. But, now, you’re smothering me with love. Sometimes, I almost feel like purring.”

Frankie smiled and kissed the top of his hair.

Mathew was still babbling. “Honey, I feel so much love pouring out of my heart. I sometimes think this whole experience has helped me find another side of myself. And when I think about how you’ve stepped up and taken care of me, well, it almost makes me feel like crying. Before I got sick, I never felt these emotions.”

Frankie listened and smiled. She knew why he was feeling this rush of emotion, but this was not the time to tell. Since Covid, Mathew had been reduced to depending on her for everything, and she was also experiencing a new set of emotions. Frankie was enjoying this feeling of power and Mathew’s adoration at the same time. She secretly hoped it would continue. She was warming up to being in charge of her little hubby.

Frankie talked to him while she got him ready to get in bed. “You know, baby. When I first started dating, I’d never had a boyfriend quite like you. I’d always been attracted to guys who made me feel delicate and pretty. By the sixth grade, I was already taller than all my classmates. And it didn’t help that I was big and husky. It was a very awkward time for me.

“I found my escape in sports. I loved playing softball and women’s rugby. Standing almost six feet tall, I’d always been a powerhouse among my teammates. They looked to me to hit the winning run or muscle my way down the field. And all my coaches and trainers encouraged me to take up weight training, too. So I learned to love it when I bulked up with muscles across my broad shoulders and powerful legs. I never realized what I was doing.

“Most guys were intimidated by my presence. I stood apart, being so big and strong. No one realized that inside I was just another young teen. But, after one ugly incident where a guy purposely spilled his lunch tray over my head, no one ever considered making fun of me. The kid called me ‘she-hulk’ and Shrek in the lunch room loudly in front of everyone.

“I knew how to handle myself, so I blocked him to the ground, and when I sat on the guy’s chest, he knew it. All the kids laughed at him as he whined about being crushed. But, no one ever bothered me again.”

Mathew closed his eyes. He loved listening to her voice. He felt tears on his cheeks as he tried to picture her trying to cope.

“But, you know, Mathew. I secretly longed to be a princess. Deep inside, I envied those pretty cheerleader types with their long blonde hair and willowy figures. And it broke my heart, watching all the boys cluster around them, eager for their attention.”

“It’s okay, Frankie. We’ve all wanted to be what we weren’t. I looked at all those big guys with their bulging muscles. There were plenty of times I had fantasies.”

Frankie tried to picture Mathew’s muscle envy and wondered where that thinking would take him in three months. She smiled at the thought of him looking at buff guys and what he’d be fantasizing about.

“Well, I finally found happiness with the guys on the football and basketball teams. Back then, I loved being in their strong arms, feeling their chests tight against my breasts at the school dances. I loved it when those tall, muscular guys would look down at me and kiss my lips. I loved when they dominated me, and I secretly melted in their arms.

“By the time I reached college, I was an easy target for those kinds of jocks. They didn’t have to bring flowers or candy. It wasn’t necessary to gift me expensive perfume or boxes of imported candy. All they had to do was pick me up off the ground and hold me tightly. I started becoming addicted to pretending I was that cute, blonde cheerleader.

“That was until Dan came along. That’s when things changed. He was drop-dead gorgeous and seemed to love me as much as I adored him. It was a fairy tale week of romance until he took me to his fraternity party on Saturday night. I felt like a princess in my party dress, and Dan was my prince.”

Mathew was listening. Frankie had never shared like this before he’d gotten sick.

“That was until he slipped something into my drink. After that, things became a blur. I remembered him laying me on his bed and whispering that it was time for him to introduce me to the rest of his friends. He smiled and mumbled they would enjoy my precious body, too. I tried to tell him no and that I was a virgin. But after that night, those jocks helped themselves to me. All I remembered were all the faces, all the pain, and the horrible feeling of being helpless and dominated.

“When I woke up the next morning, I was lying on the wet grass outside by the dumpsters behind the cafeteria. I was disoriented and racked with pain. I crawled into a sitting position and cried for an hour until I had no tears left. They’d gang-raped me and put me out with the trash. When I finally limped back to my dorm room, I showered and then slept for a day and night. All I could do was cry with embarrassment. I blamed myself and never thought of going after Dan for revenge. I never pointed a finger or told the campus police about the rape.”

Mathew felt the tears rolling down his face.

“The next time I saw Dan was in one of my classes. I glared at him. He laughed in my face and asked if I wanted copies of the pictures he’d taken on Saturday night. He told me that I’d looked pretty eager to take on his fraternity brothers, and they were all looking forward to when I was ready to have them all again.

“I was speechless and turned away before he could see the tears. I left the classroom and soon dropped out of school. I came home and wanted to die. When I finally confessed what had happened, my mom found a counselor to help me overcome the mental anguish that haunted my dreams. After six months, I felt strong enough to attend community college, but never went out on a date again.

“And that’s how I led my life until I met you, Mathew. You were the opposite of everyone I’d ever longed for. You weren’t even as tall as I was. You were slim and didn’t have bulging muscles. But you were kind and caring. You made me feel special every time you looked at me. I adored how handsome you were in your beautifully tailored suits as you ran the family business. You were encouraging and kind to everyone who worked for you. And, then, you professed your love to sad, damaged me.

“I never felt threatened on our wedding night. I loved it when you worshiped every inch of my body. I loved how you gently kissed me and eventually whipped me into a passionate frenzy. I was able to forget about my past fears of being dominated.”
Frankie knew she could have carried Mathew across their threshold. But, all those thoughts were cast aside as he brought her to one climax after another that first night they made love. His lovemaking style was different. Because of the diminutive size of his organs, they both understood he couldn’t satisfy her in the usual way. But Frankie was overwhelmed as he pleasured her with his tongue and fingers. Her wedding night was heavenly.

And for the longest time, Mathew brought her deeper and deeper to a level of satisfaction that consumed her. In that non-threatening environment, Frankie found it easier and easier to lose herself completely in their passion. And Mathew seemed to relish everything she offered him. The night she’d finally lost control of her bladder after multiple orgasms, he greedily consumed every drop of her golden nectar instead of pushing her away.

At first, Frankie was shocked and embarrassed. But, Mathew assured her that act made him feel more manly. He was pleased that he’d been able to bring her to such a dizzying state. He said that everything she then offered was a delight. From then on, each time they made love, Mathew took her further and further. And each time she spurted, Mathew would gulp down her nectar with a smile on his face.

Frankie noticed that Mathew’s orgasms seemed to be much more powerful whenever it happened, too.

At first, it all seemed wonderful. But, after about six months, Frankie started to wonder what had happened. She’d still enjoyed their sex together, but she'd fallen out of love with Mathew. She worried that maybe the passion of their relationship had not turned the corner into mutual love.

Chapter 3
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And that’s when Frankie decided to confess her fears to her mom. “Mother, I worry that I’ve made a mistake in marrying Mathew. I love how Mathew showers me with gifts and gives me everything I could want. But, I worry if that’s all there is to our relationship. I feel like I’m a bad person taking advantage of his kind and loving spirit.”

Her mom handed her some tissues from her bag. “You’ve done nothing wrong and Mathew adores you.”

“But, I feel so horrible. My thoughts about him are changing and I’m afraid of becoming a terrible person.”

“No, baby, you’re just young. You’re not even twenty years old. After everything that happened to you at school, I think you’re still recovering. I think Matthew has helped you heal. You’re feeling so comfortable that you’re ready to try again at dating. Mathew’s sweet, non-threatening manner has been so encouraging. Maybe you should talk to him and ask for an open marriage.”

“I don’t know. I’m afraid of hurting him.”

“Well, life’s not perfect. If you’re afraid of saying something, just hold off for a month. Just try to keep yourself busy while I think about this. Can you do that?”

“Of course, mother. You know what’s best.”

So Frankie filled her time with tennis and golf. She spent hours each day in the gym working out. Frankie really enjoyed the attention the big guys gave her when they were in the weight room. Mathew encouraged her workouts and paid for a personal trainer. And Butch showed her how she could still feel feminine and that having muscles was beautiful.

Frankie started to fantasize about Butch. He was tall and muscular and physically the opposite of her husband. She couldn’t look at Mathew in his tailored suits and stylishly long hair without thinking about Butch, in his tight tee shirts and spandex workout shorts.

And at night, when the married couple made love, Frankie would close her eyes and try to imagine what it would be like with Butch. And when she’d completely immersed herself in her fantasies, everything became even more wonderful.

Mathew thought it was his ministrations that were taking her to another level. He was innocent of her fantasies until one day Frankie called him from the gym to tell him her car wouldn’t start. When Mathew drove over to the gym, he met Butch for the first time.

Frankie was standing there in her sweats. She was smiling and gave him a big hug. “Oh, honey. Thank you for rescuing me. You are my prince.”

Mathew smiled and looked over at the big man standing behind her. “I’m Mathew. My guess is that you’re Butch, Frankie’s trainer, right?” He reached over to shake and watched his whole hand disappear in the man’s large paw. He had to look up at this tall, well-constructed man. For the first time in their relationship, Mathew felt inadequate.

On the way home, Mathew had trouble listening to his wife’s voice. He wondered if he was selfish by keeping Frankie to himself. He started thinking that she needed to enjoy what was out there and not be chained to him.

When they got home, Frankie started walking into their bedroom suite. As she was taking off her sweaty workout clothes, she realized that Mathew had followed her. She turned and saw the sadness in his eyes. “What? What’s the matter?”

Before he could answer her question, he was overwhelmed with dizziness. He tried to talk but couldn’t get his breath. He moaned as he collapsed to the floor.

Frankie thought he’d died. She rushed to his side and heard his labored breathing. She grabbed her phone and called 9-1-1.

The EMTs had him on oxygen almost immediately. They warned her to put on a mask. “Has your husband had the Covid vaccines?”

“Oh, yes. We’ve both had two vaccines and two boosters. Why is he so sick?”

As they wheeled him out to their ambulance, the second man was fitting him with an IV. “The virus mutates. We’ll start him on an infusion on the way to the hospital. Hopefully, it will save his life.”

And that’s when everything changed. Frankie got special permission to be by Mathew’s side while they waited for the anti-viral drugs to work. But, just as he was rounding the corner back to good health, Mathew caught pneumonia. It took almost four weeks before he recovered enough to go home.

After Frankie got him settled in, the doorbell rang. It was her mother. She was bringing a large box of medical supplies. “Oh, mother. Thank you. You were the best thing that Mathew could have asked for. I think you saved his life by treating him.”

“Where’s he now?”

“Asleep. The ride home took all he had.”

“Well, baby. I think I saved both your lives.”

Frankie was puzzled. “How?”

Her mother smiled. “First, I need to tell you a little more about me. I’m very protective about my little girl.”

“Mother. I’m not very little.”

“Well, you will always be my baby. And sometimes a mother has to be bold to keep her daughter healthy and happy”

“Mom, where are you going with this?”

“It was my fault you were raped. I failed to keep you safe.”

“No, mother. The only fault was with those fraternity men.”

“I took care of them. They will never hurt anyone again. I killed all of them.”

“What!”

Frankie’s mother approached her and whispered in her ear. “The boy who planned all of that. I gave him a much stronger version of what he dosed you with. Then I drove him out to the National Forest. I tied him down, and when he woke, I used hedge clippers to cut his genitals off. I documented it. The video shows all the blood and the audio captured all his screaming.

“When he awoke, he tried to drag himself to safety, but the blood loss had left him weak and helpless. I recorded another twenty minutes while wolves feasted on his body. I scared them away before the corpse was unrecognizable. I wanted him to be found.

“Two of the boys died in a Saturday night car crash when they were drag racing. Everyone who witnessed their fiery death thought it was because their brakes locked up at high speed, and as the car flipped, it exploded. No one knew about the drugs I added to their case of beer. They never suspected that someone dosed their bottled beer with LSD and Angel Dust. And it was so easy to buy a bottle capper. You can pick them up at any home brewing shop.

“Two more died from alcohol poisoning. The police thought it was another case of too much drinking on a quiet weekend when their parents were away. It was easy to overdose them with grain alcohol and enough barbiturates to stop their hearts.

“And the final boy confessed to everything. While the police will never read his suicide note, I wanted it for you. He gladly used his father’s revolver on himself after I showed him what I did to Dan.”

“And finally, I’ve helped you solve your problem with Mathew.”

Frankie put her fist in her mouth to keep from screaming.

Chapter Four

“Mother, what are you going to do? Are you going to kill him?”

“What do you care, dear? The last time we talked, you told me you made a mistake in marrying the little twerp.”

“Mother, I made a mistake. But he’s always been so wonderful to me. He’s done nothing to justify you killing him. He’s not Dan.”

“No. You are right. Dan was an animal who simply needed to be put down. And before I euthanized him, I fixed him and let him feel pain. I wanted him to experience castration before I sent him on his way. I enjoyed watching him scream and cry. It really was a shame I just couldn’t let him live in that state, but, that would have never worked out. He’d put me out of business. I agree that Mathew is a caring, loving, person and wants to please you. But, Mathew’s not a man. From everything you’ve shared, he much more of a woman. All those wonderful qualities that he demonstrates are from his feminine side.

“A real man would have gone out and taken revenge on the boys who gang-raped his wife. A real man would have done what I had to do.”

“Mother, I would hope that no one would commit murder in the name of justice. I think you were wrong in what you did. And as far as criticizing him, I think that’s unfair. He’s wonderful. It’s not his fault that he has physical limitations. He does his best to be my loving partner.”

“Oh, hell. Frankie. Dan was more of a man than Mathew. But, he was rabid. And seriously, it’s about time you faced the real world. Men are only good for breeding purposes. They need to be treated like bulls. And you only need one prize bull for breeding.”

“Mother, how can you say that? And what have you done to my husband?”

“I’m telling you, Frankie. You need to open your eyes. He’s not your husband, he’s your wife! Everything you’ve shared points to his feminine nature. And while she was in intensive care, I gave her a little push. I started her on hormones.

Frankie moaned. “Why, mother? What did he ever do to hurt you? That man helped me grow out of my trauma of being raped. He’s been patient and loving. He’s never made me feel threatened or dominated. No, he’s been more than kind and loving. And what have you done to him?”

“Oh, it’s nothing. I really haven’t started the complete process with him yet.”

“Process? What process? It sounds like you’ve done this before!”

“This is what you do with the runts of the litter. You castrate the males, soften them up like the girls, then you make them useful by serving them up at the table. And, yes. I have.”

“You’ve done this to a man?”

“Yes. A useless man, a good for nothing man. A man that was only good for procreation. Well, and once he’d done the deed, he needed to become useful. So I performed my process and made her a loving woman. I didn’t have to sacrifice her, but sent her forward with a new direction. And she loved serving a useful role. You loved her. You described her as a second mother.”

“Aunt Edna?”

“Oh, yes, baby. Your Aunt Edna started out as your father, Edward. Right after we were married, he declared that I should take care of him. And just because he came from money, he told me I should be grateful that was paying for my schooling. He thought I should worship the ground he walked on. Well, he leaned a lesson from me. Once I chemically castrated that cad, he wasn’t as demanding anymore. And before long, he was begging my forgiveness and asking me to help him find a purpose. Eventually, with the proper training she became your wet nurse and raised you. In turn, I made her complete.”

Frankie stared. She couldn’t stop the pounding in her head. “I thought Edna went off to be married in California. I met her fiancé William.”

“That was part of the deal. She begged me for that final surgery and when you started school I allowed her to leave and find true love. She really believed that’s what she wanted. I used psychotropic drugs, mind control through auto suggestion, and of course testosterone blockers and powerful estrogen compounds to make sure it work.”

Frankie was horrified. “And that’s what you’ve done to Mathew? You’ve chemically castrated him and pumped him full of estrogen?”

“Oh no, baby. Remember, he was always incapable of performing his manly duties. And I only started dosing him four weeks ago when I started treating him for Covid. He recovered so quickly from the virus that I had to give him pneumonia to keep him in ICU.”

Frankie stared at her mother. “That’s crazy! You gave Mathew pneumonia? What if he had died?”

“Oh, honey. I was right there with him. And seriously, if he’d died, wouldn’t that have answered all your prayers? As a widow, you’d have his money and you could finally date a real man. Win-win!”

“Mother, you need to stop. I don’t want you touching him. I want you to leave us alone and give us some space. Mathew might not be perfect, but you need to stop playing God with our lives.”

As her mom packed up, she knew that her daughter would see the truth soon enough. She also knew that the Norplant device she’d already put under Mathew’s skin would continue to deliver the proper doses of daily estrogen over the next three months.

Chapter Five

After her last meeting with her mother, Frankie wrote her a letter. She suggested that they take some time to cool down and reflect. She never told Mathew why they parted ways but went ahead and found her husband a new doctor. The fact that Mathew had just left the ICU unit, helped her get him an appointment for the following week.

Mathew was quite appreciative. But, the most challenging event he faced was getting the blood work before his appointment. This was a formidable task because he wasn’t mobile yet. He needed Frankie’s help getting into the car and to the clinic. Fortunately, his wife was strong enough to bear most of his weight.

As they were driving home, he kept feeling his eyes closing. “I can’t believe I’d grown so weak lying in bed for a month. All that strength and weight just left me so quickly. I’m exhausted.”

Frankie patted his arm. “You had Covid and lived to tell about it. But, it left your body weak and drained. And after that, you contracted pneumonia which probably robbed you of what little strength you had left. But, in time, you will recover.”

Even though he felt better with his wife’s pep talk, he still fell soundly asleep when he was tucked into bed. He moaned, feeling his helplessness overtake his body and soul.

Two days later, they had to repeat the procedure at the doctor’s office. When they arrived and checked in, the receptionist smiled. “Mr. Wilson, you can go right into room number two. The doctor will be in to give you a full physical.”

Mathew smiled, “Can my wife accompany me?”

“Of course. But she’ll need to sign a form before we start. I assume you have no objection to her attending the consultation, too?”

“Right.”

Frankie had to help Mathew into the examining room. She helped him disrobe down to his boxers and put on a cotton gown. She laughed when she saw that he was using a safety pin to hold his underwear up. “I still can’t believe how much weight you’ve lost.”

“I think the Covid killed my taste buds, too. I’ve had no desire to eat.”

“Well, we need to buy you some over-the-counter liquids like Boost to build you up.”

At that moment, the doctor entered the room. He was young and quite handsome. Frankie was enjoying the show and noticed that Mathew had perked up, too.

After shaking hands, Dr. Charles started examining Mathew. “Mr. Taylor, do you have any objection if my nurse takes notes while we talk? I’m assuming that your wife can hear anything we talk about.”

“Sure.”

After the usual blood pressure, temperature, height, and weight, Dr. Charles began to touch Mathew everywhere while he dictated notes to his nurse.

He looked Mathew in the eyes. “Mr. Taylor, when did you start transitioning?”

Mathew’s eyes grew wide. “Transitioning?”

Dr. Charles nodded. “Sure. Your blood work indicated that you have several different types of estrogen in your bloodstream. And I can see the physical changes in your body already. Are you capable of an erection?”

Mathew blushed. “Only when I am waking up in the morning and have to urinate. After that, I am incapable of penetration. But, I’m not aware of any estrogen in my bloodstream nor of any changes in my body.”

Dr. Charles paused. He picked up his tablet. “You have copies of your blood work on the table, but let me point out what I’m talking about. Do you see this line here? Well, that estrogen product is commonly found in women’s contraceptive products. Are you taking birth control pills?”

“No, but my wife is.”

“Well, that birth control pill runs through your wife’s bloodstream and exits through her urine. Does that ring a bell?”

They both blushed, but Mathew answered. “Uh, yes. That does.”

“Mr. Taylor, I am not here to judge. But, if you aren’t transitioning, well, you have a choice. I’m just saying if what you’re drinking is a conscious choice, well, I recommend you make a choice. Stop swallowing, or your wife needs to stop taking birth control pills.”

Mathew nodded and glanced at Frankie.

“Now. Let’s look at the second line. This estrogen is given to someone who is transitioning. And this tells us that you are full of this product.”

Frankie asked the question. “Is this a recent thing?”

“That’s hard to say. Mathew is showing signs of the physical changes I see in trans women. But, it’s in it’s early development. From my observations, I would say Mathew is six months into transitioning. But, his breast development is unusually strong.”

The doctor indicated that Mathew takes the top of his cotton gown down. “Nipple development and aureoles are progressing well. And he’s already grown enough real breast tissue to fill an A cup.”

“And the third estrogen that the blood work shows comes from the Norplant product on the inside of your upper thigh. I can see that one. Looking at the undissolved portion, I’d estimate that it is one-third gone. That’s a three-month product.”

Both Frankie and Mathew were in shock when the doctor showed them the product. It was small but visible.

“The doctor who put this in entwined it with the major artery running through your leg. The estrogen is going directly into your bloodstream. Now, I do have a question. Did either of you know that this was being done to Mathew? Mathew, are you transitioning?”

Mathew shook his head. “No, I am not transitioning, nor was I aware of the three types of estrogen in my system. I didn’t notice the changes happening in my body either.”

The doctor shook his head. “Well, I see a thinning waist and generous amounts of fat settling in the hips and buttocks. And we’ve already talked about Mathew’s breast growth.”

“Can the Norplant be removed?”

The doctor shook his head. “Certainly, but I wouldn’t recommend it. It would be a dangerous and damaging surgery. As I said earlier, it’s very close to an artery. A mistake might cause the need for amputation or even death. If that artery is touched with a scalpel, well, it’s fatal.”

“You have control over two of the three estrogen products inside you right now. No birth control pills and no more injections or infusions. The Norplant will continue to add estrogen for another two months, so I predict you will continue to change. Your mind and body will continue to shift for a while. Then, we’d have to wait for the Norplant estrogen to finally leave your body. I’d say that in a year, you won’t have any estrogen in your bloodstream.”

“Will the body changes fade after the Norplant wears out?”

“Not without surgery.”

Suddenly, Frankie started sobbing and poured out the whole story of her mother’s intervention and all the other deeds she had done. Both the doctor and his nurse sat there with their jaws open.

After Frankie was done, the doctor shook his head. “I am very sorry to hear this, but you and I both know that your mother is a homicidal criminal and needs to be arrested. Even though, on the surface, she appears normal, it sounds like she is insane. I have an obligation to contact the authorities. Would you be willing to testify?”

Frankie nodded.

Chapter Six

As soon as they got to the car and Frankie buckled him in, she kissed him soundly on the lips. “You know I love you and would never have anything to do with my mother’s scheming.”

As Mathew kissed her back, he reached his arms around his wife’s neck and hugged her fiercely. “I love you too much, but you need to leave me. I’m an anchor around you and dragging you down. After talking to the doctor, my mind is made up. I was already broken when we met. I’ve never been able to fulfill my duties in the bedroom and trying to please you in other ways backfired big time. All those juices I’ve swallowed have dosed me with so much estrogen that it’s affected me physically. And then, who knows what your mother did to me?”

Mathew stared into her eyes as the tears rolled down his cheeks. “There’s no turning back. The way I figure, in three months, I’ll be almost a year on estrogen. We can see what it’s done to me already and even the doctor said they can’t stop it.”

Frankie looked horrified and when she went to protest, Mathew cut her off. “I’m just so broken you’ve just got to leave me behind. You are so young and caring. But I think it’s time. You are so ready to go find a real man to make you forget me. You should search out someone like your trainer, Butch. I should become a memory before I turn into your sister.”

Frankie froze. It was almost like Mathew was reading her mind and looking deep into her heart. “No! I love you.”

Mathew hesitated. “Yes. I know you love me, but there’s a difference between loving someone and being in love. I have eyes. We’ve been spending a lot of time together since I’ve been sick. I see you daydreaming. Especially when you return from the gym after spending time with your trainer. There’s no mystery how much you want him. At this point, I love you too much to be that selfish.”

Frankie knew everything Mathew was saying was true but she felt guilty. She wanted to tell him that he was wrong, but couldn’t.

Mathew looked into her eyes. “Even our lovemaking has changed since you met Butch. It’s obvious who you want in your bed. I get it. And it’s only going to get worse for us. My body will keep changing until I’m unrecognizable. I’ve tried to ignore what’s happening but after talking to the doctor today, well, your mom got her wish. She permanently destroyed any masculinity I ever had. She was able to alter my future with her drugs.”

Frankie was almost hysterical. Everything was crashing down around her. She’d done nothing with Butch other than fantasize. And she never knew that her mother was a murderer. “No! She can’t win. We’ll go see another doctor, we’ll get more tests. There’s got to be a way through this. Maybe I’m guilty of fantasizing, but I’m married and have my vows to honor.”

Mathew shook his head feeling his too long hair touching his ears and shoulders. “No. You owe me nothing. We both know that I’m a eunuch and my future is bleak. Your mom destroyed any shred of dignity I had left. Thanks to Covid and her giving me pneumonia, I’ve lost weight and muscle. And now, thanks to that damn Norplant, everything I gain back will flesh out my body with curves. I’m growing breasts! All my weight is going to my hips and butt! It’s not fair what’s happening, but I’ve got to face the facts. Maybe it would be best if I should just die.”

Frankie slapped his face hard. “No. No. Stop talking like that. I love you and I will always love you. Don’t be so quick to throw away what we have.”

Mathew kept talking until they reached their home. As Frankie helped him get back in bed, he stripped his clothes off in front of her. “Look at me! You can see it, too!” He started crying. “I’m a mess. I can barely stand up straight. I’m so weak, I don’t have the strength to even support myself!”

Frankie was desperate for anything to help. “I don’t know what to say, Mathew. Maybe you need a back brace to assist you. You need a back support. I have a brace that I use in the gym when I’m lifting heavy weights. Maybe that will help.” She dug through her drawers and held it up. It was black spandex covered in satin vertical stripes.

Mathew frowned. “It’s a woman’s foundation garment. Our company makes these.”

Frankie nodded. “Yep. But this is heavier and reinforced to keep my back straight”

“Why are you offering it to me?”

“I thought it would help you stand up straighter. It was just a thought.”

Mathew looked it over. He sighed. “I feel like a cripple, but sure. If you think it would help.”

He turned and watched as she fitted it over his shoulders and then laced it tight in the back.

“Now, it zips up the front. Look, you’re standing straighter already.”

Mathew turned to see the results in their bedroom mirror. “Wait. This is for a woman, it’s body forming. The chest piece looks like I have boobs and well, it’s nipped in at that waist and makes my hips and butt look even bigger.”

Frankie giggled. “Oh, honey. I don’t mean to laugh. But your flesh is almost filling up those cups. With that brace squeezing you, your boobs are as big as mine. And your butt and hips are getting pretty soft and round, too.”

Mathew was feeling lightheaded as he stared at himself. He did look like some sort of freak show. But, as he was looking, he felt all the blood rushing to his member.

Frankie noticed immediately. She’d never seen him erect. “Oh, my god, honey. Look at you. I’ve never seen this before. I can’t believe it. And you’re large. Wow!”

Mathew didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. He’d never had a daytime erection and now he was getting one wearing his wife’s lifting jacket.

Frankie came over and gently caressed it. “I like it.” She kissed him on the mouth. “I really like it.” She squeezed it and was surprised to see Mathew wobbling with his eyes closed and having to lean a hand on her shoulder to stay upright.

An hour later, they were both breathing hard after the most exercise Mathew had had in a month. “Oh, lord. That’s never happened before. In all my life, it’s never happened before.”

Frankie was curled up next to him. She was satiated. She’d never experienced sex that way with her husband and it was wonderful. “Why now, baby? Do you think it was wearing my top? Did that do it for you?”

Mathew shook his head. “I’ve never worn anything feminine before. In all the years I helped mother run the business, I was never tempted to try on any of the undergarments we sold. It was just suits and ties for me.”

Frankie slid out from next to him. “Let’s just experiment and see what happens.”

Mathew sat on the end of the bed. He was still trying to figure out why cross-dressing was making his body respond like this. He felt like he was on fire.

Frankie chose some of her own lingerie and slowly dressed Mathew. His body responded the same way again. “I don’t know. Your response is pretty amazing for a man who’s been sick for a month. I think we need to celebrate.”

Mathew loved the warmth and the wonderful feeling of being on top of his wife and making her scream out with joy. He loved being able to kiss her and please her at the same time. He tried to look past the clothes and just appreciate how his body was responding. Nothing made sense.

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Chapter Seven

“Chemistry.”

“Chemistry?”

“That’s my guess. Oh course, this is pure speculation on my part. But, all my studies are grounded in science. You know, a lot of people believe in magic and the gods. They all hope for miracles. But, if everything you’ve told me is legitimate, I’m not doubting you. Well, I’d need to see lab work. If I had all your workups, I’d want to look at blood from a year ago. Then I’d examine blood drawn four weeks before your mother-in-law dosed you. Oh yeah, that’s some crazy wacko you got there.”

Mathew just listened. Tony was a buddy from college he’d called this morning and shared his story. They’d stayed friends. But, he was a lab rat who loved simplifying the seemingly complicated. Even back then, he’d been applying his framework of logic to explain everything.

“Mathew, everything we are is chemistry. Every reaction, every thought, every behavior is sparked by chemicals inside our brain. I’ll use an example. Viagra opens dormant blood vessels and increases blood flow. That’s chemistry. Your adoration for Frankie is caused by chemical reactions inside your head. And now, that physical reaction when you cross-dressed was just a mix of chemicals pouring through that brain of yours. Obviously, that brain directs your body. It’s one big system.”

Mathew listened. “You know my whole story. What’s going to happen to me?”

Tony chuckled. “Shit, man. I’m not laughing at your situation, just your question. Seriously, how the fuck do I know? We’d have to take everything apart to pinpoint why your body and mind turned into the perfect fuck machine. And let me add, that is not a punishment. Countless erections with a young wife, well, I’m not trying to sound like a perv, but you should be kissing the ground, thanks to the scales tipping in your favor.

“But, back to the chemicals and illness. I’ll use the stressed tree example to explain it. It’s far fetched, but it’s what comes to mind.

“Trees suddenly produce seeds when they’re under stress to keep the species going. A dying tree gets chemical signals to start this process. It’s not a thought process, it’s just basic chemistry. Maybe this is just speculation, but your body is reacting to all the chemicals introduced recently. Covid, pneumonia, the Norplant, and who knows what else that crazy bitch dosed you with for four weeks that caused your dick to come alive! But that’s my guess. Anything I predict is just guessing. But I’m curious. Am I going to recognize you next year? All these chemicals are altering your appearance but are not changing your DNA. You might become more feminine in your outward appearance, and your brain synapses might react differently to stimuli, but your core will still be you.”

Mathew laughed. “Well, I promise to come up to you at the next reunion and ask you to dance. That can be our secret code.”

“But, Matt. That’s no good. So many women ask me to dance. Seriously, how can they turn down a toad like me!”

Mathew laughed. They’d covered all the ground he was interested in exploring, so he changed the subject, and they talked about everything under the sun. Finally, he thanked Tony and decided he needed to sleep for a while. When he woke up, his body was soaked with sweat, and he needed to clean himself up.

Frankie was coming by to check on him and helped him bathe. As she was drying him off, she playfully nipped his neck and then kissed him lovingly. Mathew enjoyed every moment as he fumbled with her clothes until they both stood together in the moist air of their bathroom. He’d never been turned on so much in his life. He moaned as she licked every spot on his body. In the past two days, he’d become one big pulsing raw nerve ending.

As Frankie’s movements became more deliberate and demanding, Mathew could only grab her fiercely and hang on. There was no doubt who was in charge as she lifted him up off the ground, carried him into the bedroom, then tossed him in on the clean sheets.

Mathew moaned as she moved him around. “Frankie, be careful. I don’t want you to hurt yourself picking me up like that.”

Frankie’s purr sounded like a deep growl. “You’ve lit some fires in me I can’t control. I want to dominate you. I love the feeling and being able to take you with me to the stars.”

Mathew stopped thinking. He let each wave of pleasure consume him as he surrendered to her hunger.

An hour later, they lay together, basking in the glow of their sex and love. As their breathing returned to normal, Frankie started them up again.

Mathew loved it. He knew she was using him, but it was all so new for the both of them. Neither had ever known anything like it. For the moment, Mathew just surrendered and stopped worrying about his future. He’d decided that just living in this sexual bliss was all he wanted.

Mathew told Frankie about what he’d heard from Tony. They both agreed that whatever happened was going to take place regardless of what interventions they sought out.

Frankie was still insistent. “I want a second opinion. If Tony is right and your chemistry was changed, well, maybe there’s a way to change it again.”

Mathew sighed. “I’ve never felt so alive. As much as I hate to admit it, this has been the weirdest, most exciting few days I’ve ever had. I’ve never stopped loving you and well, I love what your lips and hands are doing to me. I don’t want to sound like a broken record, but I still believe you need to walk away and find a man who will be a proper husband for you. Our relationship is wonderful and I know you still love me. And I’ve never had this much fun or pleasure. But…”

Frankie cut him off. “Good. You’re being so honest with me and I’ll be honest with you. I love how you’ve let me take control. I love the power I feel from turning you on and I love how you respond. I know you’ve had to set your male ego aside, but we both are enjoying your newfound body part. Other than being drugged and raped, this sex is everything I’ve ever had. I love using you to please my every desire.”

Mathew smiled and started kissing her everywhere. He only wanted to please her. “I’m your sex slave. I love what we’re doing together and just want to hear you moan louder.”

Frankie smiled. “You’re my boy toy. I love owning you. I love the strength you’ve given me. And I want to have some fun with you. And I want to dress you up. Are you willing to give up total control? Are you willing to trust me?”

Mathew kissed her everywhere. “Yes. You are my queen. I trust you.”

EIGHT

An hour later, Mathew lay on the bed next to Frankie. “Well, that didn’t work out as planned, did it?”

Frankie couldn’t help but laugh. “Seriously, I’m not the one with the growing problem. One piece of clothing and boom, it’s got to br break time! And I’m getting sore. You’re wearing me out and exhausting me at the same time! It’s not fair.”

Mathew sat up. He was naked. “I think I need to put on a tee shirt and a pair of boxers. I think it’s all about top much tactile stimulation.”

“Is that your final answer?”

Mathew shook his head. “What’s that mean?”

“You want to put on a tee shirt and boxers. I went out and shopped for this moment. I really wanted to play Barbies. I was all excited to have a pretty boy toy to take out for a spin.”

Mathew laughed. “I’ll put on a collared shirt and khakis. You get something comfortable to wear. We’ll go to your favorite restaurant to eat tonight. I know you love Alfredo’s. I’ll call to get a table.” He kissed his wife and stood up. He was really feeling a lot better. It was like day and night. All that recent cardio with Frankie was getting his blood boiling. He was really feeling good.

Mathew idly wondered if the new chemicals flowing through his blood stream were giving him this energy rush. Or was he just happy to be getting well? He was on fire and he felt like he’d just downed a double espresso. He didn’t know the reason why but had already decided to just let things flow.

All through his career, Mathew knew that worrying contributed to stress. And he’d had enough physical challenges in the past month between Covid and pneumonia already. He felt that wasting time worrying about what Frankie’s mom did was senseless. He hoped that whatever was in his system would eventually flush out. He understood that his body might be changing, but he was still alive.

Tomorrow he’s take Frankie’s advice and call Tony back up and get some names of specialists. He’d also get some blood drawn and ask his doc to forward his records to Tony’s lab. “Frankie, I’m listening to you.Yeah. I’m taking your advice and asking Tony to recommend some specialists who might understand how to counteract the Norplant.”

Frankie kissed him and ran her hand across his chest. She tried not to react to how soft he was becoming. She could even see some development starting, maybe heading towards an A cup. When she’d squeezed him into that back brace of hers, he’d surprised her how his loose flesh filled up the bra. She smiled thinking about that piece of exercise equipment.

She’d bought that back brace to show herself off to Butch. She’d been hoping to catch his eye back when she’d bought it. She’d never felt sexy. She’d always felt awkward in her own body. Too tall, too strong, she’d always felt unattractive. Mathew had been the first guy who professed his love to her. He was the first man to make her feel special.

She never wondered if he had an ulterior motive. She grew to realize that his love for her was pure. She’d never felt cheated when he turned out to be impotent. Mathew found so many different ways to satisfy her that she started to feel special even when she looked in the mirror.

Mathew had insisted that she take up golf and tennis. They joined the country club and she took lessons. He was proud of her. And he was the one who paid for a gym membership and gotten her a trainer. Mathew loved and trusted her.

But things had gotten complicated. She’d developed a crush on her trainer, Butch. He’d made her feel special. He’d complimented her muscles and told her that strength was beautiful. And she could see the evidence that Butch got turned on by her. His workout clothes hid nothing. For ninety minutes every other day, Frankie stared at all his muscles and felt his strong hands on her as he showed her the proper way to accomplish each new exercise.

When she saw the body hugging lifting jacket, she tried it on immediately and was thrilled when she looked in the mirror. It showed of her slender torso and accented her waist. Frankie was happy that lifting hadn’t made her thick bodied like a man. And of course, the jacket was sleeveless accenting her strong arms and shoulders. All her life she knew she that from the back she could have easily been mistaken for a guy. She had an athlete’s body, strong upper body and a tapered frame. Her legs were muscular but trim.

But, she was a woman with the dream of love in her heart. She loved Mathew very much, but after time had passed, things had changed. And when she started working with Butch, the fires of passion had been kindled again. But this was different. Butch was bigger and stronger. All she could think about was being taken in so many different ways.

But, Butch had been set aside. Mathew was making her blood race and her motor purr. Ever since yesterday, she’d felt like a cat in heat. Butch had seriously taken a back seat in her life. She’d stopped going to the gym when Mathew got sick a month ago. She’d stayed by his side crippled with the thought he might never come home. She focused on his welfare and day and night did everything she could to aid his recovery.****

Mathew watched her stare out the window as she brushed her teeth. He wondered if she was daydreaming about her trainer. He sighed. Long ago, he resigned himself to a life of loving and losing. Even after marrying Frankie and thinking their love was going to be different, he was staring to feel that Frankie had already fallen out of love with him. Even though he tried his best, he knew it was only a matter of time before those crushing words were spoken.

In his mind, Mathew pictured how it would all take place. She’s be crying while she told him that their marriage was over. She’d tell him how much he meant to her, but how she was torn and wanted to be with Butch. She was sure that Butch felt the same but would never break up their marriage. And now, he’d been offered a chance to manage a group of gyms and training centers in San Diego. She also knew that she didn’t want to cheat on Mathew. She wanted to tell him first before she left.

He heard all of this in his mind. Mathew realized it wasn’t real, but he felt the need to protect his heart from being crushed. He watched the woman he loved turn and smile at him. As she walked closer, she tossed the hand towel on the sink and reached up and put her arms around him. As she pulled him in closer, she reached down between his legs.

They both stood there realizing that nothing was happening. She kissed him and grinned. “We still have some time before dinner. Let me find you something soft and silky to wear. I bought so many pretty things that you need to try on for me.”

Mathew laughed. “You just told me you were sore.”

Frankie grinned as she held up a lacy chemise. “I’m a quick healer. I have good recovery.”

Mathew shelved the goodby speech he’d been hearing in his head. Maybe all this shit falling down on his head had been a blessing. He tried to wonder if the key to this erotic off and on switch was just a simple piece of clothing. Women’s lingerie seemed to be his personal Viagra. He could take a deep breath when he headed back to work. That would mean he’d be wearing his business suits and not having to worry about unexpected things popping up.

And until he couldn’t hide his changing body from his staff, he could still be his old self. Mathew knew that eventually he’d get to the point where he wouldn’t be able to hide what was happening. But, that was in the future. He’d deal with all of that after he couldn’t keep it a secret.

He pictured himself trying to explain how he was turning into something he wasn’t.

Mathew stared at Frankie as she pulled off his cotton tee. She quickly was on her hands and knees pulling down his boxers waiting to have Mathew step into a pair of boy shorts that matched the lavender chemise she’d stretched out on the bed.

As she pulled up the panties, she laughed. He husband was not going to fit in those beautiful lacy things unless she got his excitement under control. Frankie shook her head. She stared at the object bobbing right in front of her face. She was sure it was larger today than yesterday.

Mathew smiled. “I honestly never thought I’d be standing here watching anything like this. This is not the me you married.”

Frankie was sizing up his excitement. She could feel how big the girth was. “You know, Mathew. I think if I’d had to face this when we first were married, I might have gone running home to mother.”

As soon as the words left her mouth, she knew she’d said the wrong thing.”

Mathew reached down and grabbed her hand. Then he took the other and helped her back up to her feet. “Hey. I know what you mean. Don’t break down worrying about your mom and her terrible ways. Let’s look out past all that and just keep it focused on you and me. I love you and well, if keeping you happy means I’m going to start wearing nightgowns and thongs around the house, so be it.”

Frankie stood there with the tears cascading down her face. “I’m saying this now. My crazy doctor murdering mother is no longer part of our lives.”

Frankie was right. They did have time before dinner. Twice.

A week later, Mathew started to plan his return to work. He talked to his mother at least three times each day. She’d been okay about returning to run the company until his return. She laughed and told him not to get too comfortable living the life of leisure. She liked her new retired life in Florida.

His mom decided to send some material home that Mathew could start to read and examine. She wanted him to take some baby steps to start him gearing up for the stressful return to the job. “I’m sending Cory over this afternoon with some reports and spread sheets that you can drown yourself in.”

Mathew excitedly told Frankie that they’d be having a guest coming by in the afternoon. Frankie had never met Cory but had heard the name mentioned before. She was surprised when she opened the door to find that Cory was a beautiful woman. Medium height, curves, and a terrific face. Frankie was immediately jealous because this woman was ultra feminine and the opposite of her standing there in her tailored dark suit, stockings, and low, patent leather heels.

Her hair was beautifully coiffured, her make-up was perfect, and she couldn’t have been nicer.***

She watched Mathew give her a hug and the two of them sit down and open up a laptop and rapidly get lost in company business. Frankie decided to go for a run. She obviously couldn’t deal with worrying about her husband with another woman. She even wondered if brushing up against her lacy undergarments would get Mathew fired up.

As she jogged, she tried to imagine Mathew having an affair and how she’d deal with it.

And so we wave goodbye to Frankie and Mathew. Their story together comes to an end. Remember until I post again, that there are stories galore on Amazon that I've written that you can browse.

NINE

Four weeks later, Mathew and Frankie had each tried to settle into their old routine. Mathew was back to running their company, and Frankie was back to playing golf and tennis. She spent a lot of time in the gym. They’d been going to their doctors together, so there were no secrets.

The two sat together on the couch facing Ruth Savage, their psychiatrist.

“I’ve had a chance to study your friend’s lab reports. There were some pretty unnerving revelations.”

Mathew looked at both of them. “For me, the samples they pulled from the Norplant were shocking. Frankie’s mom dosed me so drastically it was hard to fathom.”

The doctor nodded. “I’ve never heard of a six-month Norplant before. She must have designed it herself. That’s crazy. My question is whether she inserted anything else inside you.”

Mathew nodded. “Tony said the same thing. I’m scheduled for a full-body MRI this week. But, she’d really loaded up her delivery system on this one.”

Frankie spoke. “Mom wasn’t trying to kill him, just reverse everything in his body.”

“That reminds me. Where is your mom?”

“No one knows. She drained her accounts and sold off her home and office. She was renting them back from the new owners. It was like she was planning to run. I’m sure that I heard her last public confession.”

“And I guess I was her last victim. But Tony said I’ve got twice as much estrogen as I need. I guess I’m just lucky she didn’t castrate me. She had all that time while I was in the ICU.”

“I guess mother knew you were impotent and forgot about it.”

“Speaking of that, how are you making out with your therapy?”

“Good. I’ve got total control of myself. It’s not about women’s clothing anymore. I’m able to control everything successfully. Of course, my whole body continues to spin out of control.”

The doctor nodded. “Are you wearing a bra?”

Mathew nodded. “I have to for support. But it’s a sports bra to lower my profile.”

“Are you still trying to pass as a man?”

“No. I’ve just tried to have an androgynous look. Ultimately, I’m going to have to become a woman full-time.”

“Frankie, how do you feel about that?”

“Well, Mathew knows how I feel, and we both know there’s nothing we can do to change the course. The fact that he will be receiving huge doses of estrogen for six more months takes it out of our control.”

“You didn’t answer me, Frankie. You are upset about your husband becoming a woman.”

“It’s irrational. I know. But, well, it’s not been easy, and I don’t want to make him feel any worse because of me.”

Mathew nodded. “But, the truth is that Frankie was not in love with me before I got sick. She loved me but had fallen in love with her trainer at the gym.”

Frankie was crying hard. “I am so wrong. I am bad. But, well, Mathew had taken me so far in accepting myself and my sexuality. And just about the time I was hungering for Butch, well, I wanted to have a talk with my husband, hoping we were going to be able to work something out. But, then, he got so sick."

Mathew reached over and held her. He was stroking her back and trying to soothe her.

The doctor watched the two of them. “Well, we will need to set aside some time to discuss all this. But, it’s obvious that Mathew is still in love with you, and sadly enough, you aren’t with him.”

Frankie was sobbing. “I should be dead. I’m not worthy of his love.”

The doctor sighed. “Well, maybe you aren’t worthy. It takes a lot of dedication to stick out a marriage. And not to sound too harsh, quitting is not a good trait to start doing. Sometimes you just have to stick things out.”

Mathew shook his head. “You’ve both got it wrong. Frankie is wonderful and doesn’t have an evil bone in her body. And I don’t think she should stick out going down with my ship. For all we know, her mother might have implanted a time bomb inside me that hasn’t gone off. Regardless, I think she deserves a separation. I think we need to live apart, and she really needs to spread her wings.”

They both looked at Mathew, who was crying. “I think Frankie needs to keep the house, and I will find a new place to live. I think she needs to consummate anything she desires with Butch without feeling guilty. I’d say we separate for six months and then meet together here in this office.”

Frankie was horrified. “Don’t you love me? Do you hate me?”

Mathew looked her directly in the eyes. “No. I still have a lot of love in my heart for us, but I refuse to be the husband that is cuckolded. I have my pride even though I’m going through a lot of personal pain. But, I’ve gotten used to my relationships crashing and burning. And I’m not going to be an anchor around your neck.”

Mathew stood up and shook the doctor’s hand. “I’ll be in touch. You still have my phone number in your file.”

Then, he turned to Frankie. He smiled and kissed her on the forehead. He squeezed her shoulders. “It’s for the better. Now, you have no guilt. You are free to do whatever you please. Just promise me you will continue to see the doctor each week. You need someone you can confide in.”

And with that, Mathew turned and walked out of the room.

Frankie sat and cried. Finally, she calmed enough to look across at the doctor sitting in her chair. “What am I supposed to do? Where do I start?”

The doctor smiled. “You continue to do what you do every day. You sleep in your bed, eat the same meals, and follow your regular routine. And when the time is right, you ask Butch if he’d like to have dinner with you. At dinner, you can explain that you and your husband have separated because you discovered you were going in different directions.”

Frankie nodded. She realized that she hadn’t been alone in a long time.

“And you learn to listen. You should have a complete conversation with your trainer. Men like to talk about themselves. Learn about this man, not the fantasy that you have nurtured. I will tell you that the image you have imagined in your mind, well, no one could ever live up to those expectations. So, don’t exclude him because he is not perfect.”

Frankie nodded. “This is not what I expected. I thought he’d be so happy to know we’d separated; he’d sweep me off my feet.”

The doctor laughed. “He’ll gladly take you to bed. But, if that’s all you want, that’s all you’ll get. If you want a relationship, you will have to work at it. Mathew spoiled you. He waited on you hand and foot. He did everything for you. He loved you so much that he never questioned your intentions.

“But, now that you’ve spoken those words out loud, you can’t take them back. Forsaking his love for a walk on the wild side is exactly that. You’ve deserted him for another man. No man is going to let you do that and still love you. He’s going to work hard to forget you.”

Frankie sobbed.

Mathew walked out of the office and headed across the street to a bar. He needed a drink or two to settle his nerves. He had to wait in the doorway until his eyes grew accustomed to the dim light. He climbed up on a stool, and a very attractive woman came over and asked him what he wanted to drink.

Mathew stopped to think. It had been long since he’d had a drink in the afternoon. He also realized he wanted something straight from the bottle so nobody would spike his drink. “Beer, please. Do you have Guinness in a bottle”

The woman nodded, pulled out an unopened bottle, and asked whether he wanted a glass. He shook his head and took a long pull on the bottle. It was cold and refreshing.

It didn’t take him long to finish the bottle, and the bartender put another one in front of him. “Compliments of the gentleman at the end of the bar.”

Mathew turned to smile and realized that the man thought he was buying a drink for a single woman. He thought about it. He wore a button-down dress shirt, a pair of skinny jeans, and running shoes. His hair reached his shoulders, and recently he’d been taking Frankie’s advice in maintaining it. He’d even gone to her salon and had it trimmed.

Mathew’s biggest problem was his changing body. Even in a white sports bra, there was no secret that his bust was evident. He’d never been muscular, but everything on his body had changed since he spent four weeks in intensive car. He’d lost a lot of weight and what he gained back was on his butt and hips.

He suddenly wanted to get out of there. He felt a little frightened that he was defenseless. Before he could move, the man appeared out of the shadows. He was dressed well and appeared normal. He asked Mathew if this seat was taken.

Mathew’s voice was a tenor, never a baritone. Because of his early impotence, his Adam’s apple was slight. But, he wanted to clear the air.

As the man sat down, Mathew took a deep breath. “Thank you for the drink. But, you ought to know right now that I’m male. I don’t want to fool you.”

The man smiled. “I think that makes you more interesting. My name is Vince, and I just finished completing a big sale. Since I live in California, I wanted to wind down and have a drink to celebrate before I head back to my hotel room to order from room service.”

“I’m Mathew. Congratulations on the sale. I’m in sales, too. I know how much pressure you are dealing with and how you must feel right now.

“What do you sell, Matty?”

Mathew blushed. “I own a woman’s lingerie company. We manufacture and sell high-end products to boutiques and department stores.”

Vince smiled. He leaned in closer. “When did you start transitioning? And I have to admit, you are lovely.”

Mathew laughed. “That’s a two-hour story. But, thank you for the compliment.”

Vince nodded. “Well, my day is done, and I would love to take you to dinner. Maybe you’d share part one of your story with me.”

“Well, let me call my office first and see what’s been happening there today.”

Mathew excused himself and sat down at the other end of the bar. He dialed his office and asked to speak to Cory. When she came on the phone, he was starting to feel a lot of emotion inside him.

“Hi, Mathew. How are you doing? How was your doctor’s appointment?”

“Not so good. Frankie and I separated today. She can’t get her trainer out of her mind, and well, I just didn’t feel like fighting.”

“Jeez, honey. That’s horrible. I’m sorry to hear that. Was it over your transitioning?”

Mathew laughed. “Well, I’m sure that didn’t help. I can’t compete with a bulked-up trainer who sees her three times a week. And all the time she’s working out, she has endorphins pumping through her body. It’s really the end of the road for us.”

Cory suddenly burst out. “Mathew, come stay with me tonight. Please?”

“Why? Cory, we work together. I think that’s maybe too much.”

“No, Mathew. I’ve got a guest room, and my bedroom has a lock on the door. But, maybe I can help you. After all, I went through what you’re experiencing a while back.”

Mathew suddenly remembered that Cory was a trans woman. “Gee, I forgot you are trans.”

“Mathew, I present myself as a woman. I’ve worked hard to be that person. But, I have more experience than most people over what you’re going through now.”

“Okay. How about if I come to your place after dinner?"

"Why wait? We can get dinner together.”

“Well, this guy I just met wants to buy me dinner. He seems like a nice guy.”

“No, Mathew. You are not ready to fend off some guy who thinks he can get into your pants for the price of dinner. Thank him and tell him you have to get back to work. And don’t give him your number or address. Just go.”

Mathew came back over and smiled. “Vince, that was a nice offer, but I must get back to work. I’m sorry. I was looking forward to telling you my tale of woe.”

When Vince stood up and hugged him, Mathew felt himself freeze and stiffen up. He’d never hugged a man like that, and he could feel the guy’s member pushing against his belly. He realized that he was so far out of his league and wanted to run to catch a cab.

He was stuck in cross-town traffic and exchanged texts with Cory. She was already home and said she was stepping in the shower. She’d have an adult beverage ready for him when he arrived.

When he saw a text come in from Frankie, he erased her account before he could read it. He decided that no matter what she said, it would upset him. He’d never wanted to be second and knew it was time to remember all the good things they did together. He wanted to end it on a good note.

When he arrived at Cory’s place, he stopped at a florist and bought a lovely bouquet of flowers to present to her.

Cory was wearing a pair of sweats and looked comfy. “Aw, Mathew. That’s so sweet of you. Now c’mon in and put your feel up. We’ll drink the evening away and order delivery when we get hungry. I’ve gotten out some toiletries and some comfy stuff for you to slip on after you get a shower. There’s going to be no judging and no sorrow.”

Cory wrapped her arms around him and kissed him on the lips. “If you behave, you can choose the movie or decide what we will eat.”

A month later, Mathew arranged to come by their house and pick up some of his stuff. He instructed Frankie to donate anything he’d left behind.

She was waiting for him to pick up his stuff when he entered the house. She stood there looking him straight in his eyes. “I’m so sorry I fucked up our lives together. You should know that you never failed me and spoiled me with everything I could ever need. And I was shocked when the lawyers contacted me with a checking and savings account. You are more than generous.”

Mathew nodded. “And when the divorce is finalized in a few months, you will receive millions from the business. We weren’t married long enough for you to receive half of everything, but I’m giving it to you anyway.”

Frankie rubbed her eyes. “I feel like shit over what I did.”

Mathew wanted to hug her and told himself not to. He didn’t want to lose the ground he’d gained since they’d separated. Instead, he drove a knife through his own heart. “How is Butch?”

Frankie shook her head. “It never happened. Nothing, nada. When I told him we were separated, he looked sad. He told me that he’d just finished a round of marriage counseling with his husband, and they were trying to work out their differences. My dream prince turns out to be gay!”

Mathew didn’t want to laugh but secretly took delight in Frankie’s heartbreak. He knew she’d built up this wonderful romance that she’d have with Butch, enough that she’d fallen out of love with him. He did not feel any sadness for her. She wasn’t his to comfort anymore. “Are you still seeing the doctor?”

“Uh-huh. I meet with her three times a week. She’s been helping me trying to find myself and learning to be independent. I wish I could lean on you, but that wouldn’t work.”

Mathew shook his head. “It will only take me a short time to clean out the stuff I want.”

Frankie nodded. She knew that she’d ruined two lives with her shortsighted selfishness. But that was all over. “You look very nice. It’s fun to see you looking pretty. I like the highlights in your hair. They look nice with that outfit and those earrings.”

Mathew blushed. He knew that without Cory, he’d have continued to hide behind what he wasn’t anymore. She’d helped him to spread his wings and enjoy his newfound strength in being female.

“Thank you. And, really, good luck. I hope you find what you’re looking for.”

“Well, I have a lot of growing up to do. And I don’t think I’ll ever find a man to take your place. But you can’t be Mathew anymore, can you? What’s your name now?”

“Matty. Keeping it simple.”

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