gay quest part5
by Porn Review BlogDo you know, Loretta, that a few pieces of his lingerie cost him more than all of
mine cost me? But of course when a satin and lace nightie fascinated him, I
never wanted him to deny himself. That dress he’s wearing right now is an
original Oscar de la Renta, did you know that, Loretta? He loves to dress well!
His boy friends all know that no matter how posh the place they take him, Jim
will always fit in. Some of his jewelry is rather valuable too, though it’s
true, much of it was given to him by grateful admirers, and a lot more he bought
with the proceeds from his mouth and asshole.
Came the reckoning, I paid Brian’s Bank back with substantial interest, and there
were no further questions. For months afterward Brian would call Jim for
personal services, and Jim would oblige Brian the way women will, but nothing
serious ever developed between them — they remained just good friends. Jim –
or Jamie I should say — has tried recently to get Brian interested in his ass as
well as his mouth, but Brian has always told him “No, I prefer fucking your
wife.” He says this rather directly, though I’ve asked him not to. Poor Jim
hears him and looks puzzled, but can’t put two and two together. He has no wife,
he thinks, because he’s a woman. The pills of course.
For a clincher I took Jim off the sedatives and tranquillizers and
anti-depressants and so on for a few days. When he was nearly himself, I could
see he was edgy, trying to figure out if his thin arms and curved thighs and
women’s boobs were his, and where his shirts and pants had gone, if he’d ever had
any. Then I hired some burly men to come to the door asking for him and using
words like “bank” and “subpoena” and “shortfall” and “warrant” and “ciminal
embezzlement” and “arrest.” Jim was terrified, and when they’d gone I found him
hidden up in his bedroom in his negligee, his face only half-made up and his hair
a mess. He knew why they had come, and he could scarcely breathe until their car
left. He said that if they saw him they’d recognize him.
I doubted it. I pointed out that they were looking for a man, and he’d always
been a woman. Still, now was as good a time as any for him to get his nose
bobbed and his chin shortened the way he’d always wanted to ever since we were
teenaged girls together, best friends who told each other everything. He looked
at me strangely when I said that, but as you can see, Loretta, that’s what he
did.
When the so-called bank investigators came back Jim broke down and confessed
everything to me. He had paid out our money and the bank’s to a woman who had
turned him into my childhood friend — he didn’t know why. When his fresh pills
kicked in, I asked him if he was sure such a woman ever existed. It seemed
improbable, after all, why should any woman conspire to change another woman into
a woman? Jim had no answer. He described Hospitality House accurately as a
place where they’d given him panties and bras for free whenever he sucked men’s
and women’s cocks. I chided him that he was describing my place of business,
well-known to him, not some supposed other woman’s. I reminded him that now and
then he helps me out there, by sucking cocks or helping me to relax between
customers by licking my cunt clean. That explanation made sense to him.
Girlhood friends would do that for each other. Loretta, even now he’ll stop by
to lick me clean whenever he’s in the vicinity, shopping or something, and it
feels as womderful as ever! He’s such a dear!
Once he woke up sobbing, and he confessed that in some of his dreams he couldn’t
tell this supposed Mistress from me, and that once in his dreams he had even
imagined that I was his wife, that he had once been a man and had been married to
me, and that he had done something bad and that with my help he was hiding out as
a woman. I kissed him then, and told him that was sweet, that we were indeed the
dearest of friends, and it was as if we were married, and that whenever that
apprehension came upon him again he should remember what the doctor told him and
take an additional pill. He should always be happy, never afraid of anything. In
the not-too-distant future he’d have that operation we’ve talked about that would
remove his imaginary penis and balls from his crotch and reveal the real vagina
underneath, just like any other women’s. I reminded him he should look forward
to it, if only because his vagina will share the strain on his ass when he dates
too often and his dates get too manly with him too often. He’s gotten used to the
idea now, and in fact he likes it.
I hired one more investigator last year ago to shoulder his way into the house
with a supposed search warrant and go looking for any evidence that any man named
Jim had ever lived here. I wanted to know if I’d overlooked anything Jim might
…End of the part5. To be continued..