Message-ID: <4554eli$9710031211@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: sapphire@mhv.net (Sapphire) Subject: NEW TG: Patricia ( 1/ 52 ) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories.tg,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-Id: <34346de3.119855967@library.airnews.net> Hi folks - A NEW multi-part Transgender story ! Enjoy! Sapphire Sapphire's Place TG Fiction Archive Sapphire's Channel - Pointcast and Webcast TG Fiction ( http://www1.mhv.net/sapphire ) All the Warnings to Minors are in effect. There are parts that some feel could corrupt your young minds. ----The Story Follows---------------------------------------- Patricia by Jenile Efratum Prologue Pat Browning & Kathy Larsen Sunday, February 14, 1993 It was just a real pretty day, the temperature around 20o, the sun out and no appreciable wind. I was going as fast as I dared and I still wasn't catching up with Kathy. Hell, I had been skiing for five years and she just two, but she had already surpassed my abilities, or at least would quite soon. I could see her about forty feet ahead, hips swiveling around the moguls, long blond hair streaming back in the wind of her downhill flight, and the sound of her laughter drifting up to my ears. At the bottom of Ruthies Run and before the FIS steep slope, Kathy pulled up and waited for me and I was there within three seconds. "See there, you big lug, I can ski as well as you. In fact I even think I gained a little on you on that run." and she leaned up and gave me a little kiss in my nose. "Just loafing behind in case you crashed and burned. Someone would have to call the Patrol and arranged for a toboggan to get you to the bottom." I returned her kiss and continued, "No really Kathy, you were just great and I couldn't pick up a foot on you all the way down. But let's ski to the bottom, pick up our food and wine and go back up for a picnic lunch." We went the rest of the way down, a bit more leisurely but equally enjoyable, and found our knapsack untouched where I had hid it that morning. We got on the lift and started up the mountain again. On the chair, we sort of cuddled together and I mentioned, "Just think Kathy, after we get married this June, you will probably be about four or five months pregnant next year at this time and you will just have to sit at the bottom, drinking bottled water and watching me enjoy myself on the slopes. And I suppose I will just have to hustle one of those young college girls to keep my self company on the ski lifts. You will understand I know." She looked into my eyes with that every so sweet smile and told me, "If I can't ski, we don't go skiing. Instead, you will be at home, painting the extra bedroom either pink or blue and making me a nice nursery, while I just sit and watch you exhibit your manual dexterity with carpenter tools and a paint brush. Or maybe we will wait a year or two before we start a family. Maybe we should get to know each other just a little bit better. You just might be a wife beater, or even worse, a grouch in the morning and I just might want to rid myself of you. Just possibly that new young math teacher might just start to look quite nice in comparison to that ogre I am going to marry. Yes, I think we can count on a lovely ski vacation again next year. But the year after, who knows?" We got off the lift, skied down until we saw a nice place under some junipers for a picnic, stopped and took off our ski's. Kathy opened the bottle of wine while I got out the cheese, bread, vegetable chunks and dip. We both took off our ski jackets and sat in the full heat of the sun reflected off the white snow. This was our last day of the week at Aspen and tomorrow, Sunday, we would be going back to Grand Rapids. We were both looking very healthy and bronzed, and felt like Greek Gods. We skied the rest of the afternoon, and at three, took a last run down the mountain. First into the bar for a quick drink, back to our rooms for our swim suits and were soon lounging in the hot pool outside of the lodge. I found it quite difficult to keep my hands off of her and occasionally didn't, but Kathy seemed to be having the same problem and we both suddenly decided it was time to return to our room and get ready for dinner. After a rather enjoyable interlude in our room, Kathy got up and went to the bath and I soon heard the shower. Ten minutes later she was out and it was my turn. Fifteen minutes later, I was out, clean shaven, and dressed in a clean turtle neck, worsted slacks, and a Norwegian sweater. Kathy was at the mirror, brushing out her hair, dressed in just panties and bra. Just looking at her, I felt the love swelling up inside of me, and wondered what I had done to deserve this goddess. Kathy finished with her makeup, got dressed in stirrup slacks, a turtle neck and an identical sweater as mine, added skimmers, and we were out the door heading for the dining room. Seated in the rear close to the fireplace, we both ordered martini's, raw oyster cocktails, and large salads. Later they would bring us lobster tail, rice and vegetables. But we scarcely enjoyed the sumptuous meal, as we were so engrossed with each other. We talked of her teaching, my job at Miller, and our marriage in June. We were two young people in love. I was twenty-six and Kathy twenty- five and had been dating for two years and engaged for six months. We enjoyed each other's company and we talked incessantly, sometimes about serious subjects and sometimes just nonsense. We just sensed each others moods and reacted accordingly. We agreed on nearly everything but religion, but this was not even a real disagreement. She believed in a God and I didn't, but we both agreed on nearly all, if not all moral subjects and our arguments about a supreme being were more intellectual and fun and not evangelical. I loved children and she loved children and we were going to have many, at least two or three. And we both agreed that she should quite her teaching to stay at home with our children at least until the youngest was in the first grade. We both loved music, art and literature, history and science, and I was a nut about national affairs although I wasn't active in politics. But Kathy was quite active in the local Republican chapter. In fact in our personal lives, Kathy was the active one and I the laid back one. I guessed that my interests were just too rapped up in my position at Herman Miller to leave much time for community involvement. And tonight throughout our dinner, we were just talking nonsense. Well not really nonsense, but trivial thoughts but quite enjoyable thoughts. In fact we spent most of the meal arguing about the fact that we wouldn't argue about money once we were married. I was insisting that Kathy maintained her own checking account and I maintained mine. And we open a joint account for the normal household expenses. I believed that an individual should have a feeling of independence and independence was much more likely achieved if the person had a source of funds that were not jointly shared. But Kathy felt that we should just love and trust each other and everything belonged to us both and neither would have a separate source of income. I guess this wasn't a real argument as I wanted separate accounts for her independence and security, not for myself. I knew that I would feel more secure in my love for her if I knew that she was not just staying with me for my financial resources. But Kathy didn't seem to care and I suppose, if she didn't care, I didn't either. God, how I loved this woman. I figured that if I was ever magically made into a woman, I would want to be just like her. She was just so perfect. We finished our meal, ending up with a dessert that was far to rich for my palate but went down quite nicely anyway. After brandy and coffee, I signed the chit and we moved to the upstairs bar where a band was playing. We ordered drinks and started dancing and as usual when I was with her, I felt my dork get hard and just held her closer so no one could see. And Kathy enjoyed my discomfort and even made it worse by kissing and nibbling on my ears and trying to sex me up even more. But then the faster music came on and I was ok again. It was strenuous, even sexy at times, but the lack of body contact was all that I needed. We were quite good on the dance floor, not great but good and we enjoyed ourselves completely. Three drinks and three hours later, it was after one in the morning and we both agreed that it was time to leave. In our room, Kathy went into the bathroom and I undressed and crawled into bed. I was nude and just waiting for my love when she came out in a slinky short teddy and crawled in beside me. My first mission was to kiss her and love her, my second to get her out of her teddy and my third, well that should be obvious. Well, I accomplished all three missions, the third more than once and about four in the morning, we finally fell asleep, wrapped in each others arms, her breasts up against my chest. I woke up at after ten the next morning only to find myself alone in the bed but I could hear the shower of Kathy in the bathroom. She came out and I went in, shit, showered and shaved. Kathy said something vulgar about my morning exuberance compared to my lackadaisical performance the previous night, but I just ignored her and got dressed in jeans, turtle neck and sweater. Kathy looked just great as we packed our belongings and then went down for breakfast. Soon we were on the plane and flying back to Grand Rapids, our short vacation over and only work on the horizon. I dropped Kathy off at her apartment and went to mine, somehow dreading going to work the next day after this tremendous trip with my true love. Well, that was the breaks. The next day at work, I got many comments about my tan and my lack of broken bones, but I also had a couple of serious problems. The worst concerned one of the manager's who had been accused of sexual harassment. It made no difference if he was guilty or innocent. The main problem was with the charge and I had to deal with it. After a bit of negotiation with both individuals, I got the girl to agree to drop the charges and take a transfer to another department and I got the guy to admit he had used the language stated and got him into a diversity training group. It was nothing but a misunderstanding that had got blown way out of proportion, but serious once it surfaced. I left work after six in the evening and drove back to my apartment half way across Grand Rapids. Parked my car and walked into my apartment when I was grasped from behind and felt a pin prick in my arm. I was out like a burned out light bulb. * * * -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ .../assm/faq.html> /