Prologue
When my sister returned home from the weekend at the shore, I told her everything. I started at the beginning, when she was a teenager and I was a little boy and concluded with the gang bang at Mr. Booth's house. She was horrified, somewhat by my revelation that I wanted to be a girl, or more rightly a transsexual, but mostly by what had happened to me Saturday night. Her husband Scott, a lawyer, listened intently and formulated a plan that would free me from the situation I'd gotten myself into. He was brilliant and so was his plan. He drew up papers that accused Mr. Booth and his friends of raping me and had them delivered Monday morning to my school. He had no intention of ever filing these papers with the court, but it did get Mr. Booth's attention. He never spoke to or even looked at me again. I graduated three weeks later , fourth in my class.
As I had planned, I packed my things and began looking for new place to live. My sister pleaded with me to stay, but there was nothing left for me in my home town. I was determined to live my life as Shawna Thomas. I found a large studio in Greenwich Village that I bought with some of the insurance money from my parents' death. Scott helped me change all of my accounts and legal papers to my new name. Kara and Scott helped me move over the fourth of July holiday. After lugging some of their old furniture and my things up the three floors to my new home, we hugged and they left. I settled in to begin my new life.
Second
I had never realized how stifling life was until I experienced the freedom of living on my own. Doing what and who I wanted without the fear of being found out was liberating. Tom Shaw made only one more appearance, when I matriculated into college. An older woman in the registrar's office looked at me and my transcript, with raised eyebrows. I leaned across her desk and explained my situation. She smiled, typed some information into her computer, and said
" Shawna Thomas, graduate of Ronald Reagan High School, welcome to college. "
I returned her smile as I took my class schedule from her hand. Now I would be no different than any other freshman girl in college. I bought my books and look forward to the beginning of the term. The late summer in Manhattan was fabulous, with warm steamy nights and even hotter days. I spent a lot of time walking the streets, taking in the sites. I made friends with some of my neighbors, mostly middle-aged singles, who were happy to see a young woman move into their building. I went out to some gay bars and allowed myself to be picked up twice. Both times I sucked the men off but that was all. I was dying to get fucked, but I had to be selective. I didn't want a repeat of my first time. I was aware that I had never fucked anyone. I had taken men and used them to pleasure my mouth and ass, but I had yet to get a blow job or fuck anyone. I decided to change this as soon as possible.
Labor Day holiday arrived and most of the people in my neighborhood left. I was staying in town and decided to hit a few bars to see if there's anything or anyone who interested me. After dinner and a short nap, I got ready to go cruising. I showered and shaved, paying special attention to my cock and balls, which gave me a hard on. I wanted to jerk off, which I had been doing regularly in the shower, but didn't. I would see what the night brought. I painted my fingers and toes. My makeup was much more subtle and my hair more natural than earlier in the summer, and they were done quickly. I stepped into some green silk panties and adjusted my cock. I sprayed Chanel across my torso and dabbed some behind my ears and onto my wrists. My taste in clothing was less outlandish but I still favored tight and short. I selected the red and green flowered sun dress, with a low cut top, spaghetti straps and a low back. I was very aware of my flat chest in the dress so I shucked it off and put on a tight white T-shirt. I put the dress back on and checked myself out in the mirror. Perfect. 4 inch red mules completed the outfit. I marveled at my reflection, I was a beautiful girl with straight shoulder length blond hair, big, bright blue eyes, full lips and clothes that hugged all the right parts of my tight little body. I put on my sunglasses, picked up my purse and was off.
I was happy to hear the cat calls and whistles as I walked the four blocks to the first bar. I even blew a kiss to a convertible full of Jersey boys as they passed. My hair flowing behind me and bobbing with each step, my dress gliding easily around my thighs, everyone saw me as what I want to be, a pretty young lady. I was aware of my cock but no one I passed even knew it existed. I stepped into the bar, which was unnaturally dark on such a bright evening, took off my sunglasses and found a stool right in front of Steve.
"Hi sweetie, how's everything?" he asked. He was a beautiful man, tall and lean with light brown hair and green eyes. 27 years old, he had lived in Manhattan for two years while attending law school. And he was straight. I knew this because I tried to pick him up the first time I saw him. He was very kind when he turned me down and we had struck up a friendship. But I still lusted after him.
"Not bad, things going to be slow tonight?" I smiled as a glass of chardonnay was drawn from the bottle and placed in front of me.
"Probably" he replied"but I'm sure some of the regulars and some folks from the burbs will be here shortly. " He went back to stocking the ice chest with beer and moving bottles of wine and liquor around the back shelf. I stared at his back and especially his ass, wishing I could possess him. I knew his cock was large, I had seen its outline in his jeans more than once, salivating each time. We continued to chat through almost two glasses of wine and the bar filled up behind me.
I went to pee, scanning the crowd to see who would whet my appetite. I saw the regulars, none of whom excited me, and more than a few new faces. One of them looked familiar but I couldn't place him and so I stepped into the ladies' room. I love the idea of sitting down to pee, it's especially helpful when you have a hard on which I did now. I was on the prowl and that kept me semi hard all the time. I touched up my makeup before heading back into the bar. Looking around again, my eyes stopped on the familiar face. Who was he? I returned my bar stool and got Steve's attention .
"Have you ever seen that gentleman before?" I pointed to the man.
"Maybe. I can't say yes or no for sure, but he does look familiar. " Steve shrugged.
I took a drink, turned in my chair and watched him until he glanced in my direction and met my eyes. I flashed him a smile and tried to look coy. He smiled back gently, excused himself from the conversation he was in and made his way towards me. I was nervous with anticipation as he approached and fumbled trying to pick up my wine glass, knocking it over. Steve and the stranger arrived simultaneously.