Message-ID: <17622eli$9811290428@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: Stephanie Subject: REWRITE TG: It's Hard to be a Man (14/14) 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: <19981129005123.29296.qmail@nym.alias.net> *REWRITE* TG: It's Hard to be a Man (14/14) 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 Fourteen by Stephanie "When were you thinking of telling me?" Patrick finished swallowing the headache tablets and looked up at Hank. "Well, things have moved really fast and I didn't want to tell you until things were set in stone." "Bullshit," Hank replied forcefully, "I heard you gave your notice this morning." "Yeah, and I talked them into giving you my job." "Why aren't you taking me with you to your new company then?" Patrick felt for Hank. His friend look genuinely offended. "Hank, you know how it'll be. I won't be able to pay you anything like what you're getting paid now, let alone what you'll get doing my job." Hank thought for a moment. "No, there's far more to this than just my bank account and I think I know what it is." "You and Rebecca?" Patrick asked innocently. "No, it has nothing to do with your little affair." "You knew?" Hank asked. "I found out afterwards. I'll admit, I was a little angry when I found out, but Becky pointed out she can look after herself. There's more to her than meets the eye, you know." Hank was puzzled by that - he'd found her to be a fairly shallow bimbo - but he was not about to mention that to his friend. "Yeah. So why aren't you taking me to your new business?" "It's because of our friendship that I'm not. Even if my company does well, it'll be years until you have enough work to stretch your abilities and there will be zero promotion prospects. That's why our friendship will be better with you here in my chair." Hank finally accepted that Patrick wasn't mad at him and returned to work. Patrick tried to concentrate on her work, but she found herself thinking about the changes that had occurred in such a short time. The love she felt for Ian had quickly blossomed into something wonderful. In comparison, all the other relationships she had had over the years seemed very empty. Patrick felt that she hadn't so much as changed as grown. She had been like a kid who hadn't grown up, simply revelling in physical sensations and not interested in a long-term relationship. With Ian she had finally matured, and she felt for the first time she was making love with someone rather than simply getting sexual relief. It was true that she no longer saw what Amanda had inadvertently done to her as a curse. How had Ian put it? He had said that she was no longer merely a man or merely a woman, but the best of both. Patrick was still musing over her new view of the world when she got back to her apartment that evening. She and Ian had left separately. Patrick knew how hard it was to hide office romances, but it seemed that no-one had noticed any strange looks between her and Ian; probably because the whole idea would have seemed too ridiculous to them. She let her body slip back into it's female form and then stretched. The sooner she could stop having to keep her body male for up to five hours at a time the better. She stripped out of her ill-fitting clothes and headed for the shower. She took her time, luxuriating as the hot jets of water unknoted her muscles. She felt another arm snake around her waist and she turned to see Ian climbing in with her. "I was beginning to wonder where you had got to," She told him. "Never mind," he replied, "I'm here now." After they took turns washing each other, they dried themselves off and headed to the bedroom. It wasn't long before they were kissing and cuddling on the bed. Patrick could quite easily see how aroused Ian was, but he seemed strangely reticent. "What's the matter?" she asked. "Well, you know I asked to see you as a man?" "Yes." "Can you do it now?" Patrick sighed. She really didn't want to do it, but she knew how necessary it was. Even if she thought of herself as female, she was still going to spend a portion of her future life as a man. "Perhaps we should do this a bit at a time." "Okay," Ian replied. "What did you have in mind?" Almost immediately, he felt something touch his belly. He thought for a moment that Patrick had rested one of her hands there, but they were both in plain sight. Then he realized what it was. Patrick rolled onto her back and they both looked down at her penis standing proudly upwards. Ian felt his mouth go dry as he drank in the image before him. This new half-female/half-male creature was just as sexy as the fully female Patrick, but in a different way. Patrick picked up Ian's hand and guided it down to her erect member. At first Ian just let his hand rest there as he didn't know quite what to do. From the first time he had seen Patrick change he had slowly become aware of his own true desires. It wasn't simply that Patrick's female form was very attractive. What added a whole new dimension was the knowledge that inside that sexy, ultra-feminine body was the soul of a man. Slowly, Ian clasped his hand around Patrick's hard member and then looked up at her face. Carefully at first, he began to stroke his hand up and down. Patrick gave a small gasp of anticipation. Her hands reached down to Ian's lap to hold his penis. Together they slowly caressed each other. Ian was starting to savor the feeling of holding the penis of another... man? Patrick couldn't be called merely a man or a woman, but somehow a merger of both. A beautiful, unique being. An idea presented itself in Ian's head. He couldn't do that, could he? Why not, he thought to himself. He let go of his lover's penis and started to turn around on the bed. Patrick watched him with a huge smile on her face. "Are you sure you want to go that far the first time?" she asked. "Maybe not, but there's no point holding back now, is there?" Ian straddled Patrick and looked down at her crotch. He held the base of her penis, closed his eyes and slowly lowered his head towards it. A hot, hard lump pressed into his cheek. He closed his mouth on it. A part of him couldn't believe he was doing this, but it was making him incredibly excited. Hands grabbed his own penis and he slowly lowered his hips. Then he felt Patrick's tongue running over the head of his cock. Ian moaned around his lover's penis. Patrick was relatively new to sucking cock, but she had been a quick learner. Ian didn't want to disappoint Patrick so he tried to copy what she was doing. He licked Patrick's penis until it was slick with his own saliva and then sucked it deep into his mouth. Patrick gripped Ian's ass and dug her fingernails in. Ian could feel himself quickly rising towards orgasm. He gently squeezed Patrick's balls with his free hand and he felt her tense under him. Without warning, Patrick flipped Ian over on to his back so that she was on top. She started to slowly stroke in and out of Ian's mouth while her own head bobbed up and down on his cock. Now she controlled the pace and all Ian could do was take what was given. Patrick's balls were slapping against his nose as she rode him towards her orgasm. Her expert tongue quickly succeeded in pushing him to the brink of orgasm and, with a muffled cry, he flooded her mouth. Patrick wasn't far behind and soon she too felt the almost- forgotten power of a male orgasm. Ian almost choked on the cum and swallowed most of it by reflex. Patrick rolled off him and then turned around so they could cuddle. They didn't say anything as they lay in each others arms. There was nothing that needed to be said. Each knew they had found the missing part of themselves. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Abigail sniffed loudly. Amanda rolled her eyes and fished out a tissue for her. "I'm sorry," Abigail said as she dabbed her eyes, "weddings always do this to me." Amanda didn't like to show it, but the occasion had got to her as well. She had never thought she would ever be in a church for Patrick's wedding, let alone with her former lover as the bride! But she had to admit that Ian and Patrick really went together well. Patrick had helped Ian become more assertive and he had brought out the deeper emotions in her. Amanda looked around the church. Ian was up at the altar waiting for Patrick to arrive. His bride was being traditionally late, but Amanda had no doubts that she would arrive. Patrick always saw things through to the end. The previous evening had been a bit weird for Amanda. Together with Patrick and a few female friends they had hit the town, celebrating Patrick's last night of freedom. If only Patrick had been like that in temperament when they had been going out, but it had taken the curse and Ian to mature her to this point. Elsewhere in the city, Ian had been going through the same old ritual, though Amanda had made Hank promise that he got Ian to the church in time and able to stand up. Hank had managed the role of Best Man quite well so far, though he had been quite confused by Patrick's point blank refusal to go to 'Rebecca's' wedding. Amanda realized that eventually he would have to be told the truth about Patrick/Rebecca, but it was probably wise to wait a few years. Amanda doubted Hank could handle the news that he had slept with his old boss at the moment. The familiar wedding march suddenly struck up on the organ and Amanda, with the rest of the church, turned to see Patrick make her entrance. Amanda had already seen the dress before, but even so, she was entranced by the figure standing there. It was a traditional full-length, white, wedding gown. Amanda had made several comments to Patrick about the honesty of wearing white, but her jibes had been ignored. As Patrick passed Amanda and Abigail she gave them a little smile from behind her veil before heading up to the altar. Amanda's feeble attempts at cynicism quickly faded and she found herself getting as wrapped up in the ceremony as Abigail was. Patrick herself was struck by the unreality of the whole event. Throughout her former life, she had never thought of herself as the marrying type. Now, there she was, marrying a man! She managed to get through her vows with only two stumbles. Ian had been very surprised when she had left the passage 'to honor and obey' in her vows; until that is, she said he should make the same vow. Ian's proposal had come totally out of the blue, but Patrick had quickly grown to like the idea. The only problem was 'Rebecca's' legal non-existence. Some less-than-legal dealings with a friend of a friend in the legal profession had finally given his female self some form of a legal identity. Good enough to get married anyway. "I pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss the bride." Patrick and Ian turned to face themselves. Patrick let Ian lift the veil and then they kissed. She savored the moment, the feel of the dress holding her feminine body, her husband's arm around her and the wonderful taste of his lips. She knew she would remember that moment for the rest of her life. It wasn't until much later at the reception that Amanda and Abigail were able to get a moment alone with Patrick. "I must admit," Amanda said, "I still think you're mad." "Perhaps, but I'm happy." Patrick replied. "That's the most important thing," Abigail agreed. Patrick smiled, and then turned to face the hall. "Time to throw the bouquet!" She declared. Abigail whooped and quickly rushed over to line up with the other women, but Amanda hung back. "You not joining in then?" She turned to see Hank walking over to her. "No, it's all a bit childish really." "Don't be silly," he said, grabbing her arm and walking her over to the waiting women. Amanda rolled her eyes and decided to go along with it. "Here it comes!" shouted Patrick and lobbed the bouquet over her shoulder towards them. Hank had no time to get out of the way before half a dozen women crashed him to the floor. "Ladies, please," he begged as the crowd laughed, "one at a time!" "Who got it?" Patrick asked as the women picked themselves off the floor. "Hank did," Amanda announced with a big smile. Hank looked down to see the bouquet stuffed into his suit. He gave a sharp look at Amanda who did her best to look innocent. "Congratulations," Ian said as he helped Hank up from the floor. All too soon it was time to see the bride and groom off on their honeymoon. A magnificent horse and carriage waited to take them away. Amanda showered them with confetti and then waved until they were out of sight. "There goes one lucky man," Hank commented. He was already slightly drunk and it was still fairly early. "So you wish you were the one getting married today then?" Amanda asked. "Well, you know... if I met the right girl." he replied. "That girl doesn't exist and you know it." "Maybe she's closer than you think..." "Yeah, right." Amanda replied with a laugh. As the reception wound down Amanda and Hank talked. Amanda liked Hank for all his faults. He did have an attractive body and a witty personality. Unfortunately he was exactly the way Patrick used to be; he didn't want to settle down with any one person, and she could trust him with women about as far as she could throw him. Quite frankly, she had had enough of that from Patrick. Finally, Amanda checked her watch and was surprised at how late it was. "I've got to be going, Hank." She got up and wobbled slightly from the drink. What the hell had gone into that punch bowl anyway? Hank staggered to his feet, clearly even worse for wear than she was. "Don't go yet. I know this great out of the way place." "I'm sure you do. Goodnight, Hank." "Hold up," Hank reached for her, tripped over a chair leg and crashed into her. He grabbed hold to stop himself falling over. It only dawned on him slowly that he had grabbed hold of something round and soft. He removed his hand from her chest and started to apologize. Before he got very far Amanda slapped him. "You're worse than Patrick ever was! I wish you understood how a woman wants to be treated! Then maybe you'd keep your hands to yourself!" A strange look came over Hank's face. His hands flew to his crotch as if looking for something he had lost. Belatedly, Amanda realized Hank had lost his balance rather than had tried to sexually harass her. She remembered the wish she had made and the way Hank was pressing his hands to his crotch with a horrified look on his face. "Oops," she said. THE END -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----