Message-ID: <15111eli$9809090605@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: Stephanie Subject: REPOST TG: It's Hard to be a Man (12/13) by Stephanie Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories,alt.sex.stories.tg,alt.stories.erotic,alt.sex.stories.moderated Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d 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: <19980908223104.12684.qmail@nym.alias.net> TG: It's Hard to be a Man (12/13) This chapter is dedicated to the memory of Captain Webster. My website is at http://www.geocities.com/WestHollywood/2525/. There you'll find out a little about me and where my stories are archived. If you are an author of TG stories and you would like to put a similar page up on that site, let me know. This story is copyright 1998 by Stephanie. All rights reserved. You may repost or store this story on your website as long as the work is not altered or charged for. As always, this is an adult story and it should not be read if you are under the age of eighteen. It's Hard to be a Man Part Twelve by Stephanie Patrick stumbled into his apartment and shut the door behind him. He almost hadn't made it. Despite his best efforts he already had the breasts of a teenage girl. Now that he was in the safety of his own home he could relax. He quickly undid the top few buttons of his shirt as his mammaries grew to fill it. He sighed and leant against the door as the rest of his body turned feminine. Perhaps he had been a little over-confident in thinking he could last the several weeks until Amanda could perform the ritual that would break his curse. At least now he wouldn't have to stand it alone. He had Amanda, Abigail and Ian to help him now. He thought about Ian again and his heart lurched. Why did Ian have to go and resign? Patrick had faced up to what had happened between them and he could live with it. Why couldn't Ian? Patrick walked into the bathroom and stripped off his ill-fitting male clothes and pulled on a bathrobe. He pushed his long, blonde hair out of his eyes and looked at himself in the mirror. Even after all that had happened he was still surprised to see a woman staring back at him. A very attractive woman too, even if he did say so himself. That was part of Ian's problem. Patrick's female form was very attractive to him and the younger man simply didn't know how to deal with those feelings. Now he was going to run away rather than deal with them. Patrick fixed himself a light meal and then headed to the spare bedroom. Inside was the large pile of female clothing he had bought. He had intended to burn the lot when he had regained his senses the previous day. When he sorted out the underwear he needed for his female form he realized he couldn't bring himself to get rid of the rest. Most of the lingerie was designed more for appeal than functionality. He picked up a pink satin bra and rubbed the slippery fabric between his fingers. An idea formed. Ian needed to face his fears rather than run away from them, Patrick decided. * * * * * * * * * * * * * Ian looked through all the papers and magazines he had bought. There wasn't many jobs on offer in advertising and most that were there wanted far more experience than he had. As much as he hated the idea, he was going to have to get another, lower paid, job in some area he wasn't interested in and hope that something worthwhile turned up later. He didn't want to leave his job - he had been happy there - but he really didn't have that much choice. The alternative was to work with Patrick and he couldn't face that. He remembered how Patrick had given him the blowjob of his life. The memory was so intense that he could almost feel Patrick's hot mouth working on him. He felt a stirring in his pants from the memory and then felt disgusted with himself. This was a man he was fantasizing about! If only his boss had always been a woman. It was impossible to deny that, when he was a woman, Patrick had a great body. This wasn't helping. He refocused on the paper in front of him. The sooner he could find a new job the better. The doorbell rang and he looked up in annoyance. It was probably Abigail, again. She was only trying to help, but she seemed like she wanted to mother him too much at times. He opened the door, looked up and froze. It wasn't Abigail. Patrick was standing there holding a six-pack in one hand. Ian couldn't stop his gaze from rolling over Patrick. His boss was wearing a simple black dress. The dress ended long before it reached his knees and underneath Patrick was wearing some dark tights or stockings. She (he, Ian corrected himself) even had black shoes with three-inch spike heels on them. "Are you going to invite me in?" Patrick asked sweetly. Ian's gaze snapped to Patrick's face. She's wearing make-up, he thought. As far as Ian could tell, it had been applied reasonably well at least. Patrick even had gold clip on earrings and a matching necklace and bracelet. What is she doing here? Ian thought in a panic and stepped backwards away from Patrick. His boss took that as an invitation and stepped into Ian's apartment, shutting the door behind him. "We need to talk." "I-I've said all I've got to say. It'd be best if we didn't see each other." "Nonsense," Patrick replied and sat down in an armchair. "We need to work things out. I'm not about to lose one of the best members of my team without a fight. Sit down." Ian obeyed, finding a chair opposite Patrick. Unconsciously, his eyes ran up his boss' shapely legs and widened in shock when he realized that the way Patrick was sitting, he could see that it _was_ stockings that the transformed man had on, and there was a pair of matching black panties to go with them. Patrick saw Ian's eyes almost pop out of his head. He shifted in his chair and crossed his legs. "Sorry, I keep forgetting to do that when I have a skirt on." "Why..." Ian started, but his throat was dry. He cleared it and started again, "Why are you dressed like that?" "I have to spend my evenings female to have the strength to stay male at work, you know that." "Did you need to wear... that a-and make-up and stuff." "My father brought me up never to run away from stuff I feared, and that's exactly what you're doing now." Patrick pulled a can from the six-pack and opened it. "Have one yourself. Go on, it's low-alcohol, there's no way you can get drunk on this stuff." Ian hesitated and then grabbed a can for himself. His hands were shaking so much, he had difficulty opening it. "So," Patrick said suddenly, making Ian jump, "what exactly is the problem?" "Huh?" "What exactly is making you so frightened. Are you scared by the way I change? Do you think I'm some sort of freak or what?" "No, no. You're not a freak." "Well, that's something," Patrick replied with a smile that made Ian's heart melt. "So what is it? Tell me. After the last few days I doubt there's anything left that can surprise me." "I love you," Ian's jaw clamped shut, but it was already out. The words seemed to reverberate around the room for what - to Ian - seemed like hours. Ian's words also seemed to echo in Patrick's head. Over the years women had said exactly the same thing to him time and again, but it wasn't the fact that it was being said by a man that so affected him. It was because, for the first time, he actually cared. "I'm s-sorry," Ian said. "I didn't mean to say that," he laughed weakly. "You only just got out of a relationship with a man. You don't want to go through that again." "Not the same," Patrick replied. "This is something totally different. And while you probably didn't mean to say it, you did mean it." Ian tried to deny it, but his protests died in his throat. He _did_ mean it, that was the problem. "Yeah, that might be true, but I feel really uncomfortable about this and I don't want to sleep with you." Patrick raised an eyebrow in a look that clearly said he didn't believe Ian. "I came here to talk, not sleep with you," he added gently. "What got you interested in advertising?" Ian was a little surprised at the mundane question, but moving the topic away from sex helped him to relax. The hours passed as the conversation meandered around many different subjects. At one point they were arguing about football. Ian knew it was a bit sexist, but he still found it odd to be talking to a woman who knew far more about the sport than he did. Patrick made a very intelligent, witty and beautiful woman. If only he truly was one. However, as the hours passed Ian found his fear of Patrick receding. It was gone 2.00am when Patrick finally said he should be getting home. "So we can forget this nonsense about you quitting, then?" he asked as he opened the front door. "Yeah. Thanks for coming over. I really did need to sort out my feelings about you." "We've both had thoughts and feelings in the last week we would never have believed we'd have in a million years. Doesn't make them wrong though, does it?" "No," Ian replied uncertainly. What exactly did Patrick mean by that? "Seeya tomorrow," Patrick said brightly, "well later this morning, I mean." "Yeah." Ian went back into his apartment and shut the door. Five hours before he had to be up for work, and he knew he wasn't going to get a minute's sleep. * * * * * * * * * * * * * "So you think you've talked him out of resigning?" Abigail asked Patrick. Patrick tugged his pants, trying to make himself more comfortable. They were always uncomfortably tight when he had female hips. He settled down in Abigail's chair. He was on his lunchbreak and had made his way to Abigail's shop as usual. "Yeah, but it has affected him in a way I never thought possible." "How so?" "This goes no further, you understand?" Patrick warned. "Cross my heart," Abigail said and then leaned closer, "now what has Ian done?" "He said 'I love you'. I don't know who was more surprised, me or him." Abigail nodded, "He always did look ill at ease when you were female. It's not that surprising, you make a good-looking woman." "Thanks," Patrick replied absentmindedly. Abigail smiled. Just a few days earlier Patrick would have flown into a rage at such a comment. "I can see that attraction isn't just one way." Patrick started guiltily and looked up at Abigail. "It's that obvious?" "Well, you don't seemed repulsed by the idea, do you?" Patrick sighed, "Why am I attracted to him?" "He's cute and very appealing in a vulnerable sort of way." "That's not what I meant and you know it. I'm a man." "Firstly, being a man is no reason not to be attracted to another man and, as I've pointed out before, you're not a man at the moment." "Is that all this feeling is? Just hormones?" "Perhaps," Abigail replied thoughtfully, "but maybe not. When you were 'Rebecca' and you were off with Hank, that was just hormones." Patrick couldn't help mulling over the situation all afternoon as he tried to concentrate on his work. Was he truly attracted to Ian or was it just his female body playing tricks on him again? "Patrick? Can I have a word?" He looked up to see Ian nervous face poking around the door of his office. "Sure, come in." Patrick replied. Ian entered and shut the door behind him. "You're not trying to quit again?" Patrick asked. "No!" Ian replied with a nervous laugh, "Um...I just happen to have a reservation for two at The Green Room this evening and I was just wondered if...perhaps...you'd...um...like to go." Patrick was amused by Ian's hesitancy, but he could feel his heart beating faster at the idea. "Just happened to have a reservation?" he asked. "Yes, you don't have to if you don't want to," Ian added hurriedly. "It's a good restaurant, I'd love to, Ian." Ian beamed a great big smile of relief, "T-that's excellent! I'll...um...pick you up at eight, if that's okay?" "Eight o'clock is fine. I'm looking forward to it." Ian wandered out of the office with a big grin on his face, that he tried to hide when Susan frowned at him. "Did you get a raise or something?" she asked him. "Something like that," Ian replied. She looked at him suspiciously and wondered why everyone had suddenly gone mad. Back in his office, Patrick tried to concentrate on his work, but it was no good. As usual while he was at his desk he was only keeping his top half male. He could feel the dampness in his underpants and the longing in his groin. He knew he couldn't really deny the desires anymore and he started wondering if tonight would be 'the night'. * * * * * * * * * * * * * "Arbreth Llerven clath--" "No, no, no." Abigail said interrupting Amanda. "It's cleth not clath. You have to be absolutely syllable perfect or you'll turn him into a chicken or worse." "How can you be sure you know the correct pronunciation anyway?" "Years of study and knowledge. Let's take a break. There's no point in getting too exhausted and I think you won't need to do this ritual after all." "Why not?" Amanda asked suspiciously. Abigail winced. "Ah... nothing." "Abigail," Amanda asked slowly, "what's going on? Is there another way to stop Patrick turning into a woman?" "No... the ritual is the only way I know." "Then what did you mean?" "I promised not to tell. It's probably not important anyway." Amanda was starting to seethe. "If you won't tell me then I'll ask Patrick." She pulled out her mobile phone and dialed Patrick's home number. Abigail knew that Patrick probably wasn't there, but decided to keep quiet. Getting no reply, Amanda tried Patrick's mobile number, but he had switched it off. "He's not there," she announced. "Perhaps he's gone out," Abigail said. "We both know he needs to spend his evening female to recuperate from staying male all day. In fact, after the strain of the day it's virtually impossible for him to stay male." "Yes. So?" Abigail knew where this was going, but couldn't see a way to avoid it. "So, he's gone out, as a woman." "Possibly. What does it matter? He can't spend the next few weeks stuck in his apartment." "He's gone out, as a woman, alone, and you let him?!" "He's not actually alone--" Abigail clamped her mouth shut, but it was too late. "Who is he with? Just tell me." "Ian." "And where are they?" "I truly don't know that. All I know is they're going to a restaurant." "Ian and Patrick, at a restaurant." The look of puzzlement quickly changed to horror. "We've got to find them, quick!" Amanda got to her feet and strode over to the narrow stairs leading down to Abigail's shop. She turned to see Abigail still sitting down. "Don't you see? His 'Rebecca' persona is coming back! We have to get to him before he totally loses control again!" "I don't think that's happening." Abigail replied, but Amanda was already racing down the stairs. * * * * * * * * * * * * * Ian rang Patrick's doorbell ten minutes early. Patrick was tempted to get Ian to wait, as he had been forced to many times by women over the years. He had spent every second since getting home preparing for the date. Choosing the outfit he would wear had been surprisingly difficult. Women had far more choice in what they could wear and he wanted to be sure that it gave the right message to Ian. If only he could decide exactly what message to send. In the end he chose a green dress that was slightly more conservative than most of his female clothes. Even so, it still revealed a great deal of leg and cleavage. Patrick knew he had to be careful with Ian. If he pushed to hard he might scare the younger man off. He had just finished getting ready when Ian arrived. In the event, he didn't leave Ian waiting. Instead he rushed to the door and opened it. Ian's jaw dropped at the sight of his boss standing there. The green dress really showed off Patrick's curves well. It left his shoulders bare and fitted snugly around his midriff before flaring around his legs. Patrick smiled at Ian's stunned look and twirled around, "What do you think?" he asked. Ian opened and closed his mouth several times as he tried to think of something coherent to say. It had taken him all morning to gather the nerve to ask Patrick out. After his boss had said yes, Ian had spent all afternoon panicking about the upcoming date. In his female form, Patrick was everything Ian wanted in a woman. Intelligent, witty and devastatingly beautiful. The problem was that Ian didn't consider himself gay, yet surely that was the sort of relationship he was asking for if he started dating Patrick? Finally, fortified with a couple of drinks, Ian had arrived at Patrick's apartment. As he had rung the doorbell he had been filled with the certainty that Patrick would laugh at him once he opened the door and tell him he had just been joking. Instead, here was Patrick in a truly beautiful outfit, a woman ready for her date. "You look incredible, Patrick." Ian finally managed to say. "Thank you, Ian. You looking good yourself. Call me Pat, though. People will stare if you call me Patrick." "They're going to stare anyway." "Thanks, I think." Patrick replied with a smile. As they waited in the elevator, Ian hesitantly put his arm around Patrick. This was a very strange situation, Patrick realized, but there was no doubt in his mind. This was the right thing to do. He put his arm around Ian and pulled him closer. They had to take Patrick's car as Ian only had his motorbike. Ian was a little embarrassed by this, as he had arranged the date and he felt he should do all the work. Patrick had wined and dined many women over the years, but this was a unique experience for him. For the first time, it wasn't him the waiters turned to, but his companion. A small cough was needed to remind Ian he was supposed to help Patrick into his chair. He fought to hide a smile as Ian struggled with the wine list, before dropping a couple of hints on what to select. Ian was too nervous to engage in much conversation, but the eye contact between the two spoke volumes. As the dinner progressed to the final course, Patrick slid his stockinged foot out of his shoe and rubbed it slowly against Ian's leg. Ian jumped as if he had been shot, before smiling at Patrick. Patrick knew Ian's thoughts were turning to what could happen later as much as his were. The question he asked himself was a new one. Should he go all the way on a first date? The question had never been worth asking before. But there was something between them. Something that Patrick hadn't felt at all with Hank and only a few times with all the women he had been with. But was it love or just his new hormones at work? He finally gave up asking himself the question. It was impossible to work out there and then, only time would tell. Forget the future, he told himself, just concentrate on the now. "No, we don't have a reservation! I just need to talk to those two over there!" Ian and Patrick both turned at the unmistakable sound of Amanda's voice. She was arguing with the head waiter while a fairly embarrassed Abigail stood by. "Ian!" she yelled. "What the hell do you think you're doing? You know his mind is still out of it!" Ian saw the other diners looking at him and felt his face go red. "Come on," Patrick said angrily, "let's get out of here." TO BE CONTINUED... -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----