Makeover

Makeover
Makeover

by Vickie Tern

It really was the most amazing birthday my wife could ever have given me! Even now my eyes fill with tears just thinking about it. It seemed overwhelming two nights ago, when she first proposed it. But since
then?

She’d sat me down and told me the whole thing was arranged, never mind
thanking her, there was nothing for me to do but enjoy myself. I would
be spending the whole of my birthday downtown, doing wonderful things
all Saturday long dressed as Jenny. Being Jenny. And all of the
evening too! Then she’d added as if an afterthought that we’d see
about afterward.

First a five hour appointment at the Transformation Salon, all morning
and into the afternoon, where they’d make me over to look as pretty as
I could be, “I mean really, not the way you usually look when you dress
up,” she’d said. Then I’d go shopping for some really nice clothes to
replace all the second hand leftovers I usually wore, with a
professional shopper from the Salon along to advise me. Then the whole
of Saturday night I would revel in a formal gown at the Annual Beaux
Arts Ball, again escorted courtesy of the Salon, looking gorgeous and
dancing into the small hours and not expected home until the next day.
Jessica encouraged me to stay up as late as I wished, sleep in Sunday
morning in a hotel she’d already booked, and only then think about
coming back home.

Astonishing! We hadn’t been getting on at all well, not for the past
year or so, anyhow. And until two nights ago Jessica’d wanted no part
of any of this! Yet yesterday morning she’d awakened just before I
left to keep my appointment at the Salon, and wished me a happy, happy
birthday, and kissed me goodbye. This despite the fact that I was
already wearing just a touch of mascara and lipstick. Usually she
despised seeing me in any kind of make-up, and she made no secret of
it. Yet, this time she said that she couldn’t wait to see me done up
properly by professionals. And she specifically asked me to drive
home still dressed. “Wear something especially pretty for me,” was
what she’d said. “You’ll love deciding what. Women do you know!”
Then as I left the house, “Have fun, honey. Come back looking
gorgeous. I’m curious what kind of a woman I live with!”

So that’s what I’d done. Driving home, I wore my brand-new pastel
flower- print silk mini, with the cute, crystal-pleated skirt that came
only halfway down my thighs, barely covering my stocking tops but
still generous and clingy enough to preserve decency. I wanted
Jessica to see me looking a little sexy, and my legs are one of my
best features.

And wearing my new blonde hairdo, that had altogether changed my
appearance! The girls in the shop had handed me a man’s wig in my usual
hair style almost as an afterthought, after spending hours coloring and
cutting and primping and fussing my long hair into these sweeping high
curls. They assured me the wig would cover their work if it had to.
“But don’t pretend to be that dark-haired man who came in here, except
maybe when you must,” they’d said. “Your hair’s been permed and styled
now, and it’s such an attractive shade, and it’s really very
flattering. And easy? Whenever you shake your head, you’ll find that
it shapes itself beautifully, every hair curling back into its proper
place! You won’t really want to hide it!”

And wearing the new, subtle facial make-up they’d taught me to apply
quickly but appropriately for whatever the occasion or time of day, and
with my new long red nails glistening.

All of this the incredible birthday surprise arranged by my darling
Jessica! A complete turnabout for her! Only two days earlier, she’d
hated my crossdressing! Or she’d said she did.

I suppose I should have told her about it before we were married. I
should have told her that my big sister and her friends had dressed me
up like a girl when I was only 8 years old, just for fun. That despite
the tears and humiliation I’d loved it and had cried when they decided
they shouldn’t have done it and wouldn’t ever again, and that they’d
often done it for me afterward, with my heartfelt cooperation. That I
loved feeling I was one of them, one of the girls. That hardly a day
had passed since then without my doing something to express the
feminine feelings they’d awakened, by my wearing secretly some near-
natural shade of lipstick, or some delicate lace panties, something to
please the girl in me.

Women’s clothes always felt deliciously sexy, though my wearing them
had nothing to do with attracting men. In fact, when I dressed to look
really pretty, it made me feel all the more desirous of other women,
those marvelous creatures who look that way as their birthright. I’d
wanted to tell Jessica that this was one of the advantages my
crossdressing would bring to our marriage, that when I was dressed and
made up I’d be an especially ardent husband, and of course always her
loving sister and best girlfriend.

But when we first decided to get married, Jessica thought that neither
of us should discuss any of our previous sexual experiences, that we
should both begin fresh. “There are things about both of us, I’m sure,
that neither of us wants to know.” That sounded sensible enough. But
some months later when she came home early and found me wearing a plain
blouse and a denim skirt, long hair pulled back in a bow, perfectly
presentable I thought, she was shocked and disgusted. She decided
she’d married an effeminate man, and felt betrayed. I told her my past
history, about the joy I felt when I when I was pretending to be a
girl, about my desire to be more than a husband to her. But that
didn’t help at all.

After much grief we did reach an understanding. I could prance and
flounce as if I were a woman at TV conventions elsewhere and out of town
if I had to, but I should never show myself to her as anything other
than her husband. “My so-called husband,” she’d added, and there was
always a faint mockery in her attitude toward me from then on. When
I’d tried to discuss it, or to soften her edict, she’d only gotten
firmer, even contemptuous. “I don’t want to know!” she’d said
adamantly. “And I don’t want you ever to remind me!”

Over the next few years our sex life diminished to very little. Her
“so-called husband” could mount her when he felt he had to, but she gave
him very little encouragement or satisfaction, and fell asleep almost
immediately afterward. She did ask me to lick her cunt to orgasm,
quite frequently, and that’s what I did whenever I found her lying back
on a pile of pillows looking at me, waiting for me to dive onto her
clit and her slit from down below. Jessica knew I would. That was
what women did with each other, she pointed out. “That’s it,” she’d
say. “Yes, there, that’s it, Jenny, is that what you call yourself?
That’s what would-be girls like you can do for real women like me.
Never mind trying to be a man!” Humiliating me must have turned her
on, because she’d get juicy almost as soon as my tongue reached into
that part of her. I’d swallow slick juices even while my licking
elicited more. “Oh, yes, drink it out of me!” she’d hiss, and I
would. Then as she rose to orgasm, her heaves and spasms would engulf
me, and she’d crush my head between her thighs while even more
secretions poured into my mouth.

“Yes, that’s what you’re good for,” she’d say afterward. I had the
feeling that if it weren’t for my oral servicing she wouldn’t want me
physically at all. Maybe there was some unacknowledged lesbian
tendency repressed in her? She welcomed my mouth to her crotch often,
but remained quite uninterested in my cock.

Anyhow, that’s how it all was until only two days ago.

And now I was driving back fully dressed, looking rather lovely, I
thought, wearing the cute dress I’d bought yesterday just for her. My
birthday was over, but I’d had such a good time I couldn’t bring myself
to end it. And I loved it that she didn’t expect it to end yet either.
That she wanted to share my pleasure. And I wanted to show her
everything her thoughtfulness had purchased.

Nearly everything. I couldn’t tell all. That escort she’d hired to
take me to the ball, for example, Eric! Someone had to accompany me,
she knew, no woman ever goes to a formal dance on her own. But I’d
resented Eric when he first showed up at my hotel room exactly on time,
because it was obvious at first glance that he was a magnificent hunk
and he knew it. I’d thought Jessica was mocking my own manhood when
she’d selected him to take me to the Ball from the Salon’s list of
eligibles. I’d thought she was using him to remind me of my own
inadequacies as a male in her eyes, especially at that moment, dolled
up as I was when I let him in, my hair perfected, my eyes and lips
alluringly painted, my earrings dangling down toward bare, powdered
shoulders, and my figure set out in the most beautiful long ball gown,
creamy taffeta with tiers and tiers of ruffles. When he smiled the most
charming of smiles at me and introduced himself, and even kissed my
hand, holding it just a moment longer than necessary, I felt downright
hostile.

But it wasn’t an act! Throughout the evening Eric couldn’t have been
more caring and attentive. He watched me as I whirled in the arms of
other men to whom he introduced me, nice men every one of them, none of
them the dilletantes or oddities you’d expect to meet at a Beaux Arts
Ball. It felt peculiar at first, being held and embraced by men, but I
tried deliberately to make myself feel fragile and helpless and
ladylike, and that helped. I quickly got used to it. I even began to
enjoy the power women seem to have over men, the way my partners tried
to flatter or amuse or dance attendance around me.

Eric also introduced me to some women he knew too, and they swept me
giggling into their circle to ask me how well I knew Eric, and for how
long, and was he as cute in bed as…, and wasn’t he, well, you
know…. I didn’t know, but I replied with a vagueness they found all
the more provocative. His affectionate respect for me seemed to grow
more intimate as the evening faded into the small morning hours, and I
really began to feel cherished as a woman, not at all what I was, one
of the Salon’s male clients!

By dawn, when he brought me to my door, I was half in love. He felt so
comfortably familiar, and I felt so wonderfully feminine, that I
spontaneously kissed him good night! On the lips! He pulled my body
into his with his powerful arms, and I could feel his male sex
hardening in his pants, and the thought crossed my mind that he must be
bisexual, and I wondered what it would be like….

But no, I wasn’t bisexual, and I was married, and that was that! I
broke off, and kissed him again and smiled gratefully at him, and
twisted my body into the hotel room in a single deft hip movement, and
closed the door. Girls had done that to me when I’d dated them, and
now I’d done it! Even that felt so deliciously feminine! Still, his
steadfast conviction that I was the most beautiful woman at the ball
had made me feel that I was just that. It felt wonderful. I really
was grateful.

I could tell Jessica that much by way of thanking her. That I now
understood how women especially appreciate feeling cherished. I hoped
that whatever the reasons for her sudden change of heart, if she could
see me looking really nice, tastefully dressed, well-groomed,
delicately feminine even in the way I moved, sensitive in my feelings,
she’d be more willing to accept me that way more often. Maybe finally
she’d be willing to go out with me as if I really were one of her
girlfriends. She’d started attending different events with one or
another of the women she knew when she’d lost her respect for me, when
she no longer liked being seen in public with me.

Or maybe she could think of me as a sister. Maybe even as a real
lesbian lover. I imagined us undressing and caressing each other
slowly, tenderly, our eyes locked adoringly, embracing, small smiles
flickering on our faces. Me kissing and licking and sucking on her
breasts and her pussy with gentle delicacy, while she did the same
with me, whatever parts she could reach. I did so desperately want to
live at home sometimes as Jenny! That thought held me so entranced
that I turned into our driveway before I came back to where I was.

Which may be why I didn’t notice until I was parked alongside it that
there was already another car in the driveway. A BMW. Who’d be
visiting us this Sunday afternoon? Did any of her girlfriends drive a
BMW? No, the women we knew all drove sensible little cars, or if they
were mothers they drove vans. Had I asked our lawyer, or our insurance
man, or someone else, to look in on us on Sunday, and then just plain
forgotten?

A problem. What to do?

I sat there feeling helpless, suddenly a little frightened. I was a man
ridiculously made up to look like a woman and dressed a little like a
tart, a so- called man who didn’t dare leave his car to enter his own
home. If the BMW belonged to anyone who knew me, would he recognize
me? Was it likely? How long would it then take for the news to get
around town that I had spent Sunday driving around looking like a
flaming pansy with my hair done up blonde. Could I live with that
reputation? I realized there was no way I could wash off the cosmetics
I’d so carefully rubbed and brushed and stroked onto my face a few
hours earlier. Nor change to male clothes and the dark- haired male
wig, and walk to the front door disguised as myself. I realized that I
didn’t even have a pair of pants with me — I’d left the house yesterday
dressed like a woman headed for her Beauty Parlor appointment, no
compromise, and I’d never looked back! Was our back door open or
locked? Could I sneak in that way? I didn’t even know — I almost
never used it.

A glimpse of my face in the car’s rear view mirror reminded me that what
I looked like was an unknown woman come to visit, well-turned out and
quite at home with herself, a virtual stranger to the house and the
neighborhood. My courage began to return. No one would ever recognize
me as this blonde in pretty curls and a cute dress. If they did, I
could pretend to be my own sister.

That’s what I’d do. Most of this game, I’d told myself repeatedly in
the early days, is self-confidence. Persuade yourself that you are
what you seem to be, act that way, and others will always take you at
your word. Often enough.

I opened the car door, swung my legs onto the pavement, stood up,
straightened my skirt — it really was rather short, I thought, but now
there was nothing for it — and began to click my way toward the front
door in my new heels. At the last minute I remembered to tuck my purse
under my arm. I was my sister, or maybe a friend, come to call on my
wife. Unpacking and showing Jessica all of the pretty purchases she’d
gotten me for my birthday would have to wait until the mystery of the
BMW was solved. Maybe there was no one visiting, only someone using
our driveway to visit one of our neighbors? Before I realized I
shouldn’t, I mindlessly unlocked the front door with my own key and let
myself in. What if anyone inside had noticed?

No one did. There was no one there! Not in the downstairs hallway,
anyhow. Nor in the living room, though someone had been there — the
couch cushions, normally plumped up, were punched way down, and there
were a few used wine glasses on the end table and on the mantle. Had
Jessica held a birthday party for me here last night, and not invited
me? I looked in the kitchen. An ice bucket with water in it sat on
the counter, and two empty pizza boxes were tucked next to the trash.
A six-pack of beer in the fridge, and a few more of empties on the back
porch. Jessica’d had some people in all right, for an informal party.
OK, that was fair, while I was dancing the night away at the Ball.
Could it have been such a late party that she was still asleep? I went
upstairs and quietly cracked open our bedroom door.

There she was, a gentle smile eased across her sleeping face, lying on
her stomach atop the bed covers, completely naked, the cleft of her ass
lifted high up by some pillows tucked underneath her hips, her left arm
sprawled and dangling down over the edge of the bed, her right arm
lying lightly across a long bulge next to her. I looked more closely
in the dim light. The bulge became a sleeping man. Also naked. No
question, that’s what it was. He was. A man lay there on his back, a
strange man, his hair mussed over a handsome forehead, snoring gently.

I looked down and saw that his legs were spread across the bed and over
hers as if he owned both. There was dark, curly hair across his arms
and chest and belly, concentrated on his crotch. There they were
matted and drenched with milky clots and glossy smears and stains.
Love-juices, lots of them, some still shiny in streaks on his belly and
spread like salad dressing along his thighs. Lots of it! And there
was a huge cock, fully exposed. It lay diagonally across that wet
haystack of pubic hair and spent cum, relaxed and at ease with itself
for the moment.

I stared down at it and began to feel very peculiar, tense, strange!
That thing had been inside my wife, my own Jessica. To judge by the
mess of thick cum surrounding it they had had sex repeatedly, quite a
few times! It was a gigantic sausage, that cock, massive in length and
bulk, and even though for the moment it was soft, it remained
plentifully plump. I looked over and saw that Jessica’s rear end was
streaked with the same sticky, shiny stuff, that there was a pool of it
between her cheeks and running down her thighs! She’d been fucking
him! How long had they been at it? How many times? I couldn’t take
my eyes off that enormous prick of his, my enemy, my betrayer! I felt
shocked! The bottom dropped out of my stomach, and my bowels clutched!
My knees momentarily buckled inside their nylons.

My nylons! I was still Jenny! A woman! Trapped! I had no choice! I
was shocked but I didn’t dare play out the role my instincts demanded!
I didn’t dare enact the outraged husband of an adulterer, a victim of
infidelity who has just caught his wife and her lover in flagrante.
Not dressed and looking the way I was! Like a woman! It was too
shameful! Too ridiculous! Jokes at my expense would spread out from
this bedroom and across the city in no time at all! And if I attempted
any kind of high dudgeon, Jessica would take one look at me and
collapse into hysterical laughter. I knew it! No, I didn’t dare
indulge myself. There could be no fury, no jealous wrath, no
indignation, and no sorrow nor tears either. No presumption of injured
innocence. Instead, I needed to hide myself behind the way I looked
and hope I wouldn’t be seen! And hope to deal with it, even the score
in some way.

What would a woman like me do walking into a scene like this? She’d be
a worldly-wise, sophisticated friend, because what was I doing there at
all if that isn’t what I was? All I could think of, instinctively, was
that she’d feel girlishly intrigued and amused! She’d giggle and make
a joke! My eyes were now wide open, and my mouth too! I covered my
red lips with my red- tipped fingers and just stared at them! No joke
occurred to me. Was it too late to back out?

The man opened his eyes and then lay there, looking at me calmly,
mildly, with not the slightest change of expression. We looked at each
other. Then Jessica opened her eyes and saw me, and her eyes widened
slightly. A moment’s pause, then a slow smile spread across her face.
She lay there without moving, appraising my appearance. Her smile
became a welcoming grin!

“Why hello, Jennifer, honey,” she said. “Don’t you look nice? That new
hairdo is everything I’d hoped it would be. So feminine and becoming!
You’ll love taking care of it.”

A perverse streak in me suddenly felt pleased to hear this, that her
reaction was exactly what I’d hoped all the while I’d been driving home.
I actually reached up and touched the curls on the back of my neck a
few times with the palm of my hand! I couldn’t help it! Why wasn’t I
furious?

“Thank you, Jessica,” I replied in the smallest voice I’ve ever heard
come out of my mouth. Then inexplicably I heard myself add, “I already
love it!”

Now that this potential confrontation was a scene between two women
friends, one of them me, Jessica seemed to relax. “I really wasn’t
expecting you for another few hours, Jenny. I thought that maybe you
and Eric would still be…busy with each other. No? You dated the
fabulous Eric and yet managed to come back with your virtue intact?
Remarkable! But why? Well, no matter. As you can see, I’ve been busy
too, in other ways.”

She’d set me up with Eric for more than just a date? She’d planned for
me to be away from home and involved with…a man, so she could spend
her whole time here uninterrupted with this man? My mind tumbled in
upon itself!

“I see you’ve finally met Hal. Isn’t he gorgeous? Hal, this is Jenny,
my husband’s sister, and I guess at the moment she’s also my nearest and
dearest girlfriend! You remember, I’ve told you all about her.”

Hal just continued to look at me impassively, his face composed. “Hi,
Jenny,” he said ingratiatingly in a melodious baritone. “I’ve heard
lots of good things about you. I’m glad we’re finally getting a chance
to meet. Pardon me for not getting up, but you can see the way it is.”

I found my voice. It was high-pitched and strangled. Stay calm! “Yes,
I can see the way it is,” I said. “You don’t have to get up for me.”
Then, “It looks like you’ve already been up most of the night.” Did I
mean that dig? Was my tone bitter? Jealous? I hoped it sounded
teasing. Forcibly I shut myself up!

“Yes, doesn’t it,” Hal said, amused. “But that’s the way it always is
when I’m with a beautiful woman. It won’t quit!” He began to smile,
comfortably charming, pleased with himself, obviously trying to sound
pleasant. He looked me in the eyes directly, as if we were meeting
alone with each other across a crowded room, not across the naked body
of another man’s wife, my wife, his lover, with himself alongside her
equally naked, Did he know who I was?.

“I’ll be downstairs,” I said weakly. It was all I could think of
saying.

“Oh, don’t go, Jenny honey” Jessica said, her face still smiling
broadly. She tried to turn onto her back and failed. “Hal, I love the
weight of your legs on me, any time, baby, but….?” He shifted off her
obligingly, leaning over to kiss her shoulder at the same time. She
reached back to run her hand up his neck and ruffle his hair. “You are
such a dear,” she said to him, articulating each word with a restrained
ferocity I’d never heard from her before. Then she turned to lean on
one elbow and stare again at me.

“Jenny dear, this is the marvelous man I’ve been talking about for
months now! Everyone knows about him. Nearly everyone.” She looked at
me, now somehow vastly amused. “But somehow you’ve never met, have
you? Well, now that you have met, aren’t you the least little bit
curious to find out more about him? Why don’t you just sit down over
there” — she indicated the overstuffed slipper chair she kept next to
the bed — “and we’ll just visit and get acquainted. Please?”

She looked at me levelly. The smile had gone from her face, and her
brows were now drawn closer together. Was she threatening me? To
expose me? I couldn’t take the chance. I’d lost any initiative I
might have had anyhow. Utterly. I came into the room meekly, smoothed
my skirt across my rump primly, and sat down. Now I couldn’t look at
Hal, so I just looked at Jessica. I was confused and angry with myself
as well as her. They’d been seeing each other for months? But what
could I have done? What could I do even now? Hal was so…physical
compared with me. That dong lying across his crotch was bigger soft
than mine ever gets even when it’s hard! And standing up he’d have
towered a full head over me!

“I can’t get over how nice you look, Jennifer,” she said. “Better than
I’ve ever seen you! Your cheeks are positively glowing! And that’s a
wonderful dress, it suits you so well! So sexy! Are you sure that
Eric…? No? What a pity? Well, maybe we can…?”

“Maybe we can,” Hal broke in suddenly. “That’s not a bad idea at all!”

“No, I don’t think so,” I blurted out. But what didn’t I think?

“Maybe we can double-date some time,” Jessica finished. “Hal is all
mine, Jenny. I don’t mean to share him.” She said this firmly, and
there was no doubt about it. “There are a lot of other guys out there
eager to amuse women who’ve recently gotten rid of their husbands the
way you have. Are you rid of yours for good, Jenny? I know mine won’t
dare to show his face around here ever again if he knows what’s good
for him.” She sat up stiffly and looked me directly in the eyes,
until she saw that her point had been hammered home. Then she relaxed.
“You really need to loosen up a little, Jenny, now that the man in your
life doesn’t matter to you any more. Try out some new things. See how
you like them. See how much better some men are than other men, doing
some things. Better than some women in making someone like you happy.”

She tensed and stretched herself, and the lower part of her body began
to writhe reminiscently, as if Hal’s cock was somehow back inside it.
“Pardon me a moment, honey. The john! I feel so full! I’m leaking
front and rear, no matter which way I turn! I really must tidy up a
little. This time there’s no husband around to do it for me!”

She smiled a deeply satisfied smile and stood up, still stark naked,
clothed in her self-satisfaction, and she swaggered into our bathroom
and closed the door behind her. I realized that she had been speaking
to Hal, not to me, reassuring him that there was no chance of an
unexpected confrontation while she was gone from the room. I suppose
there wasn’t.

Now Hal turned toward me and propped himself on his elbow, and looked me
over closely. A flash of teeth gleamed as he turned on a radiant
personality and beamed it at me from close range. He seemed so utterly
self- confident, so powerful! I shrank back within myself, my eyes
widening, a little fearful.

“Jennifer,” he intoned in a lulling, rich voice. I had to listen.
“That’s an absolutely ravishing name, Jennifer. Jess will be in there
for a while, Jenny. There’s a lot of me way down deep inside her
she’ll want to clean out. Her husband used to do it for her, she told
me. I suppose it was her way of getting back at him for something or
another. Or maybe he liked doing it. But that was all the more reason
for her to want me to fill her to overflowing.”

What was he talking about?

“I can cum quite a few times before I need a rest, did you know that,
Jenny? Quite a few! Jessica loves to use those pussy muscles of hers to
squeeze cum out of me again and again, till nothing’s left. But I
always have more. Have you ever done that, Jenny? Squeeze a man,
over and over until there’s nothing more he can squeeze into you?”

He sounded so persuasive I almost nodded ‘Yes.’ It was terrifying, the
force of his questioning! I just shook my head.

“Jessica’s husband used his mouth. Have you ever cleaned out a woman
with your mouth, Jenny?”

This time I nodded. I don’t know why. Because I had? It was none of
his business. But I couldn’t help myself.

“You like the way women taste? I’ll bet you do. How about men? Do you
like the way men taste?”

I didn’t like the way this interrogation was going, but I couldn’t turn
it in another direction. I had to be Jennifer, a woman, Jessica’s
girlfriend, comfortable enough about sex to walk in on a naked couple
and then sit down and chat with them. I was a woman. I had to
persuade myself or no one else would believe me. If Hal caught on that
I was Jessica’s despised husband, the ridicule I’d have to endure from
both of them would be unbearable. Yet, taste a man? I couldn’t reply.

Hal sat up like a great-maned lion rising from rest, and slowly swung
his legs over the edge of the bed. Now his face wasn’t three feet away.
He leaned slightly forward and reached over and grasped my shoulders as
if to reassure me. Then gently, ever so gently, he began to pull me
toward him out of my chair. I found myself down on my knees in front
of his knees, looking up into his eyes.

“Do you like the way men taste, Jennifer?” he repeated, looking into my
eyes with a kindly, mild expression on his face. “I see you do. Would
you like to taste me, Jennifer? Would you like to use your pretty red
mouth to squeeze my juices out of me, until they’re all inside you?”

He gave the faintest tug to my shoulders, and my head nodded. His cock
was just under my nose.

I looked down at it, and at his black, tangled pubic hair, coated and
streaked with my wife’s dried cum. And with his. All this time his
prick was growing, and it now stood tall between his legs like some
massive tower, its foreskin slipping back even as I looked down on it.
It was now as fat as my wrist! Its plump purple cock head brushed
against my lips. I tried not to flinch away.

“My God!” I said. I’d never seen such a cock! It was more like a
horse’s than a man’s!

“Yes, Jennifer. Many women make this their God! Taste me, Jennifer.
Lick me, Jennifer. You know you want to. Open your mouth and lean
forward.”

Could I rebel at this point? Make a scene? I leaned forward.

“That’s it! Ahhhh! That’s it, Jennifer! Lick me again. Now take the
head of my cock into your mouth, Jennifer. Your pretty red mouth!
Open wide! And take hold of my cock with your pretty hands, with your
pretty red-tipped fingers, Jennifer, both hands, and pull on it gently,
gently, Jennifer. That’s it! And begin to suck on my cock, Jennifer.
Purse your lips around me and suck. Ahhhh! That’s it!”

I did it. I couldn’t help myself. I didn’t seem to have a mind of my
own. My cheeks sank in, and for the first time my tongue felt the
strange velvety texture of a man’s cock head He tasted familiar. I
puzzled it. Of course. This prick was covered with Jessica’s cum. He
tasted like Jessica.

Then all of a sudden it hit me. He tasted like Jessica. But he was
also soaked in his own cum, the cum this very cock had been pumping into
Jessica’s pussy over and over, all day today and probably yesterday too.
The smell and taste was blended with Jessica’s, and they smelled and
tasted so very familiar! What had Jessica done? All the while I
thought that my own skilled mouth and tongue were exciting her vagina
to prodigious lubrication, it was never her cum, it was their cum!
She’d come home fresh from fucking him, and it amused her to allow me,
her proper, lawful husband, to clean him out of her! What a sucker
I’d been! Their juices were spread over his genitals even now, I could
see, clotted and matted on his shaft and his groin and his balls. The
slick gouts of their secretions squished as I began to pull and push
on his prick with both my hands.

Once again I was licking up the evidence of her infidelity, his thick
cloudy sperm laced with her clear secretions, but this time directly,
sucking his cock at first hand instead of at one remove. That was all
I was good for, she’d told me often enough. “Oh, yes,” she’d moan, as
my tongue sank deep into her pussy and slurped at the slick sap it
found there. “Suck on it! That’s what you’re good for!” To give lip
service to her betrayals.

I’d thought she felt affection for me each time I buried my face between
her legs. But it was really only spite! She’d been avenging herself on
me, because she’d decided I wasn’t man enough for her.

I felt cheapened, cheated, used. As my resentment grew, a bleak anger
began to rise from deep within me. And as that anger began to feed on
itself, I half- forgot what I was doing. The outrageous injustice of
it! The petty maliciousness! The gratuitous humiliation! Did I
deserve this? How can I get even? Tense, furious, I began to clench
and pump and suck on Hal’s massive prick.

Hal felt something profound happening, and began in turn to push at me
with his hips, to headfuck my mouth. In a mindless fury I brought my
mouth down onto his massive prick as hard as I could, to push him back,
and he then thrust into me even more strenuously! His breathing and
mine both grew shorter.

That bitch, I was thinking! My birthday present! Sending me away to
get a Makeover and then to the Ball like Cinderella, eager to geld
myself into a lady by my own desire, to dream of grace and beauty, all
so she could feel free to fuck her brains out uninterrupted in this
very bed! With a stud who even now thought he was getting a great head
job, I was sure of it, from Jessica’s best friend, the sister of the
husband he had cuckolded how many times whenever they met, how many
times met, over how many months? Could I count that high? I now
pulled on that monster staff with my mouth and with both hands! It was
now huge, practically a baseball bat. Infuriated, I sucked down deep
onto the thick head and as much of the shank I could reach. My jaw
ached wide open, and my lips stretched full to contain and then pulsate
on him. I couldn’t help myself! That nasty, spiteful bitch! Hal’s
whole body stiffened, and he half-lifted himself from the bed.

And then all of a sudden spurt after spurt poured into me. He came! He
deluged into my mouth. I scarcely noticed! In a blind rage, I
swallowed him mindlessly as fast as I could to keep from drowning or
choking. His spunk leaked all around my stretched lips even while I
milked even more out of him with my fist! It was Jessica’s taste all
right! My own wife! Using me with such contempt! I couldn’t blame
Hal, he was as he was, a hot prick with an easy pussy to plunge into.
A vindictive pussy! But even as I was gulping his sperm and swallowing
it and then gulping air, and Hal kept spouting more into me, ten,
twelve, fifteen pulsing gushes with no end yet in sight, I was
thinking, how can I get even with her?

And it came to me! I was a woman now. As far as Hal was concerned,
anyhow, and Jessica wasn’t ready to expose me. How can women avenge
themselves on other women who betray their trust? They can return the
favor and steal the other woman’s man! Hal was an incredible man, with
that cock of his, but still, only a man, easily led by that same cock.
From the way he came on to me the moment Jessica left the room, I knew
I could seduce him away from her at least long enough to empty his
balls and deprive her of any more pleasure this weekend, thank you!
Two can play that game!

I glanced up at him, and saw that he had no idea my furious paroxysms
were about Jessica. He thought all that intensity was passionate
devotion to his prick! He was leaning back now almost in a trance, his
eyeballs rolled back. I realized only now that with each spurt of cum
he had been crying out guttural noises of unspeakable joy. He still
hadn’t caught his breath, but as he glimpsed me looking up at him, he
looked down and managed to gasp “God, Jenny! God! You give great
head! The greatest! The greatest ever! Never like this before!
Lady, you do get into it!”

Then while he was still floating in his euphoria, my wet lips still
sliding along his long cock, his breath returned. He said, “My God,
Jenny! You suck cock like there was no tomorrow, no more ever again.
Your mouth is absolutely insatiable! Whatever can you be like when you
fuck?”

I took my mouth from around his huge tool, and as it melted back to
become a fat sausage once again, I said in the most suggestive, overripe
voice I could muster, “That’s for me to know, Hal baby, and for you to
find out if you can!” For the first time since I’d arrived home, was
it hours ago?, I smiled.

Then as I slowly got up off my knees and sat down again in the slipper
chair, I had the satisfaction of seeing Hal reach for my hand to assist
me — he was such a gentleman. But there was a new light gleaming in
his eyes. And I noticed that the extraordinary tube of meat in his lap
had reversed itself. Incredibly, it was rising to my new challenge.
Freshly slick and shiny, smooth and slippery with my saliva and with
his own fresh cum, it was once again growing. In fact it was already
huge, judging by ordinary standards.

But I’ll handle it, I told myself! Somehow! I am going to fix that
prick so Jessica’s quim feels like a slab of sloppy supermarket liver
when he next gets into it. She’d tried to fob me off on Eric while she
was fucking this man? Well, right now I have a neat, tight, virginal
ass, never entered, and I’m wearing my prettiest panties. For
Jessica, I’d thought when I put them on this morning, but now they’re
for you, Hal. And my cock and balls are well hidden under that
sanitary pad I put on this morning in sisterly solidarity with Jessica,
so my secret’s safe enough. Now I’m going to get back at Jessica! For
the next hour I’m going to make my ass a cock-hungry slut to this stud!
I’ll empty those balls so he needs at least a week to refill them!
Whatever it takes! That bitch! I’ve got to do it!

I was about to reach for the growth in Hal’s lap, to lift him gently by
it, and turn him, and mount the bed so he could mount me. It was a
wonderful power I felt at that moment, that of a woman who knows she’s
desired. But just then I realized I’d heard no sounds from the
bathroom for some time. I paused and listened. There came a click on
the door, and then it opened. Jessica had returned. I muttered aloud
“It’s me now for the next hour, Hal baby, not that cunt Jessica! Can
you deal with that?”

Hal heard. He broke into a slow grin, glanced at me and saw the
intensity of feeling in my face, decided it was for him and should be
rewarded and enjoyed, turned to Jessica, and said in a slow drawl,
“Well, honey, you sure took your time. I’ll bet there’s room for lots
more of me in there now. I figured you’d gone downstairs to call
Janice to set up something for tonight. Shouldn’t you? Or will your
husband be home by then?”

“You’re right,” Jessica replied. “I forgot! I’d better now. But I’ll
be a while. You know how Janice loves to talk.”

Who was Janice? One of those friends she’s always seeing when I’m
paying no attention to her comings and goings?

“You two’ll be OK for a while?” She glanced at me, a little sternly I
thought. “Getting to know each other, are you?”

“We’ll be fine,” Hal said, a little complacently I thought. “It’ll be a
while anyhow.” He was telling her he wasn’t able to fuck again right
away. I knew better.

“All right,” Jessica said, now looking at me directly. “Magnificent,
isn’t he, Jenny dear?” She came down hard on “dear,” sounding exactly
the way she did whenever finding fault with me as her husband.
“Remember, look but don’t touch. If you have to, pick on someone your
own size! You have to work up to someone like Hal, honey. And you’ll
never really be woman enough for him!”

That’s what you think, I thought, looking back at her calmly. I batted
my eyes at her a few times but said nothing. Hal chuckled. Jessica
looked at me a moment longer, trying to reinforce her warning I
thought. “Fix your lipstick, honey!” was all she said. “You’ve smeared
it!” Then she left.

A moment later we heard a phone dialing down below in the kitchen, and
Jessica began to talk to someone, her words indistinct but her voice
playing arpeggios and tinkling with laughter now and then. She’ll be
some time, I thought. She always is when she’s in that good a mood and
talking that way. I suppose she thinks Hal needs to recover some more
before she can resume with him.

“Is that true, what she said about me?” I asked Hal?

“It could be, Jenny. Your cunt doesn’t open real wide? It’s never
celebrated itself with someone like me?”

I’d better begin fast and not look back! “Hal, forget my cunt for now!
I want my ass wrapped all around that cock!” Sound really horny, I told
myself, and he’ll be all the more eager. “Right now! I want to suck
all of those juices into my ass. There’s lots of room in there for
that thing of yours, and for all the spunk in the world! But the
opening’s a bit tight. Do you think….?”

He was eager now all right! “Sweetheart, trust me, when we’re through
your ass will feel as loose as a bed sheet. Anything slipped into you
will feel like it was born there!”

Still, I felt a little apprehensive. How exactly did this even the
score with Jessica? Would I get torn up? Who was revenging himself on
who? Or herself? Was this worth it?

Hal took my hand tenderly in his and placed it on his dong, which had
finally become fully erect, and stood out like a young stallion’s. I
gripped it gently. “That’s it, little lady,” he crooned. That
mellifluous, persuasive voice of his had returned. “Feel familiar?
This is your old friend. Ask your hands and your mouth, they already
know, don’t they? So does your tummy, doesn’t it? Now all you need
to do is slip off your panties and pull up that pretty skirt and lie
back here on this bed and relax and enjoy yourself.”

His other hand took mine and lifted it as if he were a gentleman about
to lead me into my first dance at a grand ball. Just as if it were
still last night. With the same feeling of enchantment, I rose from
my chair. He turned me and settled me on my back on the bed, and then
leaned over me.

“Now, this cream I’ve got here will soothe you and help those muscles
relax. Once it’s between your cheeks I’ll slip right past those panties
of yours and into your rosebud with no fuss or trouble at all, Jenny
honey. Do you want to massage it in yourself?”

I shook my head. I felt helpless to move. It felt warm and slippery as
he slathered some onto my anus. Then I felt a full feeling, “comfy”
was exactly the word for it.

“You see, Jenny. Already three fingers inside you, and all you feel is
nice, isn’t that so? Limp and loose as a goose. I’d fist you, but my
cock ‘ll stretch you the same amount anyhow. Ready?”

He lifted my legs to his shoulders gently, and snugged my knees
alongside his ears. Then gazed down at me reassuringly. Suddenly I
felt so vulnerable, so helpless. I had to trust him. There came a
dull poking on my anus. then more pressure, then more, then suddenly
the most overwhelming full feeling I have ever felt in my life! Was
that him already inside me? It was as if the most enormous turd in the
world were in there trying to get out, or get in, and I groaned aloud.

“Now I’m in you, sweetheart, but just barely. If you feel like pushing,
Jenny baby, just push! That’s how I’ll get more of me into you. Just
say when.”

His cock was in me! I felt an unexpected rapture suddenly blossom out
from it! I’m a real woman! I said to myself. I’ve got the biggest cock
in the world in me, and I’ve stolen my wife’s lover away from her, and
now I’m going to fuck him to death! It felt marvelous!

“More!” I said in a choking voice, as if it were my throat and not my
ass that was now filled to the brim. “More, Hal baby! Fuck me!” I
pushed my whole bottom toward him as best I could. He leaned forward,
and then like a long freight train slowly moving into a tunnel that
giant prick entered me, little by little, slowly, interminably it
seemed. Finally at long last I could feel his thighs pressing against
my rump.

“Aaahhhhhhhh!” I sighed out in deep satisfaction. “Full” was no longer
the word for how my bottom felt. My whole body had expanded around him!
Now I was complete! Altogether a part of him, and he was a part of me!
What bliss! He began to withdraw, as gradually and majestically as he
had entered me, and I felt myself becoming myself again. But empty,
because now I knew that I was no longer full.

Then it began again, the return to that marvelous fulfillment. Of a
promise of ecstasy to come. My anointing! I groaned. Then again,
louder! When all of him had entered me and snugged into me, I cried
out my desire and joy!

That monster cock then set up a slow, sedate, steady rhythm, stroking
into and out of me, in and out. Now at the furthest reach of his in-
stroke Hal’s shoulders pressed heavily against my thighs and lifted my
hips even higher up, my ass pressed even closer against his groin, and
he plunged even deeper into me. Then with the outstroke the whole
lower half of my body came down onto the bed, and I felt vacated,
emptied, but nostalgic with the knowledge of his departure. Then it
happened yet again. He returned, and as he reached into the deepest
part of my bowels and I felt him pressing his whole groin against my
ass I pushed as hard as I could into him, with the most delicious
little wiggle at the end of my thrust, seeking…something nameless
just beyond. My cock stayed flaccid underneath my sanitary pad, but I
could feel further down, deeper, that I was beginning to approach a
climax I could not have imagined. It was as if my anus and bowels
themselves were knotting up and squeezing into my whole body the juices
of pure pleasure.

We settled into that ecstatic rhythm, our two bodies become one,
glorious! I opened my eyes. All I could see at first was his head
between my nylon- stockinged thighs, his eyes tight closed, his hair
hanging damp over his forehead, his face concentrating intently. Then
I caught a movement from the corner of my eye, and turned my head,
careful not to break my body’s enchantment.

There, sitting in the slipper chair alongside the bed was my wife
Jessica! She was watching the two of us with relaxed curiosity,
altogether undisturbed by what she was seeing.

At that very moment Hal began his magnificent progress back into my
bowels, and I had to give him my full attention. But when he began to
withdraw I looked over at my wife again. She didn’t seem irritated or
jealous at all! In fact there was no mistaking it, she was gloating.

Could I be wrong? This wasn’t at all what I had planned! Nor what she
had planned for her weekend? Was I misreading a scowl of jealousy? Was
the pleasure her boyfriend was now finding in my body, and I was
finding each time my cheeks and hips spread wide to accommodate that
cock, was it bitter to her, a thorn in her side?

Not at all. To my shocked amazement, as she watched us in relaxed ease,
she smiled. She was happy for me?

“He’s really into it now, isn’t he?” she said, apparently to me.

“Yes, he is,” I said in between my sighs and cries and grunts of
satisfaction. That wonderful feeling was now building and building,
reaching closer to…something nameless! I didn’t want Hal to stop,
not now, not ever. I didn’t mind rubbing it in. “And he’s wonderful!”
I added. The more green- eyed the monster gnawing at her, the better.

Which may be why I didn’t hear at first that Hal, on the deepest
pressure of his in stroke, my ass cheeks high up and pushing into him,
said on a wheezing grunt as he slammed that meat a last fraction of an
inch further into my vitals, “Yes!” In fact I didn’t realize Hal had
said “Yes” at all until he added, “He sure is!”

“He bought it!” my wife responded to Hal. “He really bought it!”

I was about to answer her “Yes” again when the full meaning of Hal’s
unnecessary remark entered my understanding. I opened my eyes again,
after wriggling the last excruciating deliciousness out of the last
ounce of pressure from Hal’s sweet cock and balls, my last wriggle of
gratitude pushing into him, my last effort to prolong my delight before
Hal withdrew and the whole cycle began again. I was shocked when I saw
that Jessica was sitting there looking into Hal’s eyes, not mine, that
she was talking to Hal! In this exchange I was no more than a piece of
meat Hal was fucking, as far as she was concerned. It was as if I
weren’t even there. She was talking to her lover. “I told you he’d
buy it!” she added.

Hal pulled back and paused for an infinitesimal second before resuming
his fucking rhythm. I couldn’t help it, my asshole lunged at him,
unable to wait. He then began his long slow re-entry yet again, and I
was almost out of my head with joy.

“Yes you did, sweetheart,” Hal said as he concentrated on re-entering
me, his eyes fixed in some middle distance. “And he feels just great!
Just great! I’d never have believed you could pull this off!”

“He was easy,” my wife replied. She leaned back and looked up at the
ceiling, her hands now clasped behind her head, in a reminiscent mood.
I stared at her a little wild eyed, though my mind remained between my
hips. “He’s always been easy. Half the time I’ve gone out he’s never
looked up to ask why I’m so dolled up just to visit friends. He’s so
predictable! But now we can both get dolled up to visit you together
whenever you’d like a three- way. I’m so glad you’re enjoying him, Hal,
and I’m even more glad he’s enjoying you! It makes everything so much
easier!”

Glad? I didn’t want her to be, but I was pinned helpless now, and had
to ride this thing to completion. Hal increased the pace, driving his
body into my ass repeatedly, over and over, reaching for that
intangible trigger that would fire off his orgasm. My hips were
thrusting more wildly too, around and into that marvelous fat pole,
faster and faster as a yearning built up in me.

Suddenly there I was! I reached up and achieved a high plateau, tense
with desire, and then I felt some deep set of abdominal muscles begin to
throb in glory, and I couldn’t help it, I began to moan and then call
out and finally to scream, and my still-soft prick began to throb
somehow, and then to leak some kind of fluid into my napkin and my
panties just as I felt Hal throb within me, and give a last mighty
lunge, and I felt his hot sperm shoot high up into my guts. And shoot
and shoot and shoot, until finally he began to ease off. I realized
only then that my knees had been pushed all the way to my own ears
during this last cataclysmic double orgasm. He hadn’t yet begun to
shrink and withdraw, but already his sperm overflowed my ass and my
crotch, and mixed in with mine, and began to soak my panties and my
skirt. We both began breathing a little more regularly. It was over.
And deep within me, I regretted it. I wanted more.

“Well, you did it, honey,” Jessica said to Hal, looking impassively at
my round eyes staring back at her. “I knew if there was any woman in
him at all he’d never be able to resist getting that big thing of yours
inside him once he saw it. I never could resist a really big cock
myself! I can’t begin to count how many big guys stuffed themselves
into me before I got married, or how many afterward, come to think of
it. So why should he be able to hold himself back?”

Hal still loomed over me, looking down into my face. I looked up at
his, my legs high up, resting on his shoulders and back. I couldn’t
move. But I didn’t want to move!

“Well, Jessica,” he said. “Maybe because he’s a man? Not every man
feels gets turned on by a large cock up his ass.” He smiled down at me.
“Present company excepted, of course. I think it was your other idea
that did the trick, depend upon him to get jealous when he sees me, his
resentment that his wife has been fucking another man. Other men, I
suppose I should say. And of finding out that for months he’s been
sucking other men’s cum out of his wife? That kind of thing can get a
guy’s head fucked up! Not just his head!”

“He loved your taste inside me!” Jessica said. “Same as I’ve always
loved it! As long as he didn’t know what it was, that is! How did you
break the news to him?”

“No problem. He figured it out while he was sucking my cock. Then he
couldn’t wait to get even with you, and that did it!”

“You got him to suck your cock?” She looked at me still pinned beneath
him, with what seemed new respect. “So I’m right too. It wasn’t just
resentment. A cock like yours can bring out the girl in any man, I
bet!”

She grinned at me and went on. “Well, a Makeover is what I wanted for
him, and that’s what happened! If he looks like a woman, and sucks
cock like a woman, and fucks like a woman, what do we call him?”

She turned to me, while I just lay there. My legs were still high in
the air and my ass was still impaled by Hal’s cock, which hadn’t yet
deflated enough for me to slide free of it. His cum was leaking freely
out of my distended asshole now, though. In this position I couldn’t
easily comment on anything they said. I just listened.

“You know, Jenny,” she said. “I’d hoped that Eric would take your
cherry and teach you what it feels like to be a woman, so you’d stop
playing with your skirts and lipsticks whenever I’ve gone somewhere
else to fuck a real man, and fish or cut bait. I mean, join with the
rest of us girls and go all the way, or else quit pretending and give
it up and try to be a man after all! But now you’ve chosen, haven’t
you? I can tell just by looking at you. Who wouldn’t want to be a
woman after that cock of Hal’s has been pushed deep into him? For that
matter, now that you’ve seen what a real man’s cock looks like and
you’ve felt what it can do, you can’t really claim that you’re also a
man, can you? Not any more you can’t. Especially now that you’ve
taken it up the ass and loved it!”

Thinking about Hal’s meat heated her up a little. “It really is
gorgeous, Hal! I see it there crammed like a long cork into Jenny’s
bottom, and I still can’t help myself! Is there anything left in it
for me for right now?”

Hal turned, his face regretful. “Not right now, Jess. You know well
that after a few days of steady screwing it can take me as long as a
half hour to get it up again. I can maintain that pace for weeks
probably, the way I did last Christmas, when your husband was out of
town? Remember? But I do need a half hour’s breathing space now and
then.” He grinned. “Of course mouth-to-mouth resuscitation helps
too.”

Then he changed the subject. “Did you and Janice set it up for tonight
while Jenny and I were up here getting it on?”

“Yes,” Jessica answered. “In fact, her brother’s in town, and Jenny’ll
be just perfect for him. It’ll be wonderful, now that there’s no chance
any husband of mine’ll ever discover what’s going on and break in and
make a scene and spoil the fun. I should have done this years ago.”

She toward me again. “Jenny, welcome to the club. For some time now
Janice and I and some other friends have been liberated women who love
to take vacations from our marriages now and then, and kick up our
heels by wrapping them around different men. Especially around Hal,
this sweet man here with the prize cock that won’t ever quit. And now
you’re one more of us!”

“He is indeed!” Hal commented, now finally pulling his softened sausage
out of me and sitting back, then swinging his legs over the edge of the
bed. My bottom felt…deprived! “I don’t doubt that he’ll want to
join with you two any time we want to do a threesome! Dolled up like
this, Jenny is one of the hottest pieces of ass I’ve ever fucked!”
Then slyly, “I’ll bet she misses me already.”

Why did I feel complimented?

“You know Jenny,” Jessica went on. “Our marriage is over.” Her voice
was kindly. She wanted to be helpful. “I don’t want you for a husband.
But now that you’re not just playing at being a girl any more, I’d love
for you to be my live-in girlfriend. Didn’t you once say you wanted
that?”

I was listening.

“You see, I’ve had only two options. Divorce you, or give you a
birthday present that might make a difference. You may not know it, but
you’re not who you were. The girls at the Salon didn’t tell you, but
that blonde hairdo is now you! It’s way too elaborate to cover with
that little wig they gave you. That thing won’t cover anything. And
you know now that your face is much too feminine when it’s made up for
you to wear it plain and unadorned, the way you did when you were
pretending it was a man’s face. And I know you’re happier in skirts
than you are in pants — that’s why you wear them so often.”

“But above all, you can’t tell me that you’ll never again want to have
sex as a woman. That you’d rather fuck your life away as a man when you
could keep getting royally fucked like a few minutes ago, like a woman.
Not from what I just saw.”

“So it seems to me that these are your options. Tomorrow you can go to
the office dolled up in your blonde perm, or you can shave your head
and go bald, and either way you can face all the talk. Or tonight you
can go out with us and have fun, and sleep in tomorrow with Janice’s
brother. You two are all fixed up. From what we hear, he’s hung like
Hal here, and he’s a charmer, and Janice tells me you’ve lucked out
with him, because his taste runs especially toward girls just like you.
No need to worry about the office for a long time. The guys we know
always seem to have enough for us, if we treat them right.”

She sat back and waited for my response.

I’d been set up! All along! I tried to be angry with her again, but I
failed. I tried to resent Hal for being in on this conspiracy with her,
but I couldn’t. I tried to hold myself in contempt for not standing up
and walking out and leaving my slut wife to her infidelities, but I
couldn’t even do that. Jessica and Hal may have done this to suit
their own convenience, but I can’t say it was only their own
convenience. I thought for a moment how much further this thing could
go. Then I decided I’d think that through some other time.

I sat up and surveyed the ruins of my new silk dress, stained and sticky
with cum from all three of us, and I began wondering what else I had to
wear that would do, among other purchases still in the car. I wondered
what Janice was like, but I figured I’d find out soon enough.

“Tell me more about Janice’s brother,” I said. “Is he cute?”

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