Magic Dress – Grace Pt. 03

CHAPTER 9

Eventually Natalie had finished her PhD. I understood some chapters in her thesis (they were very good) but not others, but the examiners were impressed and she went on to some postgraduate research.

When she suggested we had a drink together to discuss something, I wondered what it could be.

I told her I didn’t like noisy places.

“I know,” she said.

“I’m an introvert too, and maybe a bit autistic, so we’re quite similar. I thought we could be friends.”

“But I thought you liked…” I began, but couldn’t finish.

“Yes I’m a lesbian, but we could still be friends.”

I couldn’t argue with that. And I didn’t want to.

After work, we went to her flat, and talked about more than we did at work, which was nice.

I sensed there was something else, but she was hesitant to say it. I know that feeling all too well, so didn’t push anything. The conversation petered out, so eventually I stood up and said I’d better be going for dinner, but it had been nice.

“Yes,” she said, blushing a bit, “it’s been nice. We should do it again.”

She must have made a real effort, as she took my hand and said “I really like you.”

“I like you too,” I said. We obviously should have kissed but instead just stood looking at each other like a couple of lemons.

Then we said “bye” and I went home.

The others had eaten, but had left me enough. As it was Sean’s turn it was pasta. Tony’s the best cook of us. Abdul always gets a takeaway – he’s a lazy sod, but he pays for it all.

I felt a bit too distracted to suck cock later on, so told them I wanted to see a fine display of cocks coming, which they provided, though it didn’t affect me like usual.

Next day I didn’t see Natalie.

The day after we said “hi” in passing. Then it was nearly the weekend.

It was stupid. I was living as a girl, and I felt like a boy with Natalie. Just because she liked me!

And by feeling like a boy, I meant embarrassed for no reason, and unable to speak. I was even a bit shy again with the students, whereas I had been fine as a girl emulator.

I got an email from Natalie, and agreed to come to her flat on Monday evening after work.

There was another woman there, introduced as her partner, Sally, a nurse, who wasn’t at all shy.

“Nice to meet you, Grace,” she said, giving me a peck on the cheek.

“And yes, we are lovers. But Natalie’s very fond of you, and everything’s OK with me. I got her to write a little program covering what she would really like to discuss with you.”

A program?

“So Natalie, love. Just run the program and get the data. Whichever way it goes, we can move on.”

“Grace, all you have to do is answer yes or no, and the program will take her to the next step. It’s all confidential, I promise you. Now, I’m going to go to my shift at the hospital, so I’ll leave you to it.”

She kissed Natalie on the lips and said goodbye, leaving us.

“Sally’s really good,” Natalie said proudly. “I’d never have done my PhD without her encouragement.”

“She’s made a quiche and salad. I’ll make some tea, then we can run the program.”

I looked around, and didn’t see a PC, so supposed it must be in another room, so went and got the food from the kitchen as she made the tea.

“What sort of program is it?” I asked, interested. “What language are you using?”

“English,” she said, pouring the tea.

“It’s just really a flowsheet giving me the questions to ask, and then what comes next according to your answers, in case I get embarrassed or forget.”

She was blushing as she cut me a slice of quiche.

“Hang on,” I said.

“Why don’t you give me the flowsheet and then I can just run it without having to input data to you, and see where we end?”

She took a smaller slice of quiche for herself, and told me to help myself to salad.

I did so and started to eat, while she thought.

“It’s nice quiche,” I said, to fill the silence, so she took a mouthful and agreed.

Not looking at me, she handed over the paper.

I looked down at the longest run and the last question.

Would you like me to suck your cock?

It floored me, so to cover my own embarrassment I looked over the whole flowsheet. It dalaman escort was a really good decision tree, very well thought out.

My throat was dry, so I took a gulp of tea.

“It’s a good program,” I said.

“To summarise the answers. Apart from everything else, I really like you and would like to be your friend.”

“Yes I do have three boyfriends and I am in a sort of sexual relationship with all of them.”

My face was burning as much as hers.

“But they don’t fuck me.”

“I do suck their cocks, but I’ve never had it done to me. And yes I would like you to.”

“But what about you and Sally? And I thought you preferred women?”

She didn’t say anything for a while.

“Sally made me write this down. You can as well read it.”

She handed me a piece of paper.

I’m a lesbian, but I’ve tried boys, so I know girls are better. I do fancy you a bit as a girl, but mainly as a person.

I would rather lick a vulva than suck a cock. But as you haven’t got one, and I like you, I thought it would be nice for you if I did. Just once, so you know, or sometimes if we both like. I wouldn’t do anything more, with you, and I don’t want you to do anything with me.

Sally says it’s OK with her if it’s no more than that, and if it doesn’t affect your relationship with your boyfriends.

It took me a while to process. Not least was the fact that I had three boyfriends. She was right. That’s what they were.

And I really wanted to know what it was like to be sucked off.

“OK, then,” she said. “Let’s finish tea first.”

We didn’t say much. There was actually a bit of home-made cake as well, which was a nice change.

Finally she suggested I use the toilet and wash, but not get undressed completely, since this was a favour for Grace.

She went, and I heard an electric toothbrush.

Strangely, I wasn’t hard, but it was better as she sucked and massaged till I was stiff and aching to come. I enjoyed my morning wanks, but this was better!

Simply better physically, but also because I liked the person who took my come in her mouth.

And swallowed. I don’t know why, but that was better than spitting. More satisfying for the sucked.

As I mopped myself with a tissue, she went to gargle and I heard the toothbrush again.

I went and wiped and dried myself. I thanked her, and she said she’d be glad to do it again.

Then we had a lovely couple of hours, all relaxed and joking.

So I started to see her for an evening once a week.

I’m so glad I know what it’s like to be sucked off.

There’s a difference between us. She doesn’t mind it, but gets no thrill from doing it. She just does it because she likes me and knows it’s nice for me. I understand there is nothing I can do for her that Sally can’t do better. Apart from being nerdy about computers, of course, and we do that at the college.

On the other hand, I really love sucking cock. Even more now I know what it’s like for the others.

I like my morning wank and my weekly suck, but I also like the feeling afterwards when the sperms are gone, and I can be a girl for the rest of the time.

CHAPTER 10

It was a few months later when Sally asked to have a private word with me.

“Did you know it’s Natalie’s birthday soon?”

Well no, I didn’t, and I hadn’t thought about it, as I should have.

“What should I get her?” I asked.

“You really want to know? What she wants most of all?”

“Yes, of course,” I said.

“To kiss her. Properly, like you mean it. Body to body, mouth to mouth, holding her tight. She’s never said so, but she’s always hoping.”

“But you…, and her…” I stumbled.

“It’s all right, I’ve seen girls kiss before. And I will be a bit jealous, if you want to know. But I love her and she loves me, and I know you won’t take her away. But I want her to be happy, and I know she does fancy you.”

I was blushing.

“How? As a boy or a girl?”

“As you,” she answered simply.

“Just what you are, however you think about it.”

I had never kissed a girl. Not even Natalie. She had sucked me off, but we had never kissed except on the cheek.

But with Sally’s encouragement, I bought her a darıca escort gift of a book about visual art. I wouldn’t have had a clue, but Natalie said it was just what she wanted.

Then two shy people managed to bring their mouths together.

That was it for a bit, then I put my arms around her and held her.

She held me more strongly and suddenly we were kissing.

I had never understood what the deal was. Doing things with genitals was obviously great, but books and films made out as if kissing was an orgasm.

And I still don’t understand it, but it was great, being so close and personal with this particular person. I was just a bit sorry that my padded bra was in the way.

Sally said she would leave us to it.

I excused myself, went to the bathroom and took off my bra. The dress was a bit loose at the front of course. Natalie didn’t say anything, but she smiled and when we hugged it was better!

It became a little routine. Sometimes I could go in a coat without a bra at all, and we would hug and kiss for quite a while before she sucked me off. I told her sincerely I would still like to kiss her even if she didn’t suck me, and she said that was nice, but we may just as well continue with the sucking, because she liked how I enjoyed it. And we kissed afterwards as well.

I really like it. Maybe I’m an oral person, or maybe it’s that good for everyone, though I can’t see why.

I told Mum and Dad I have a girlfriend and we have sex, but there’s no chance of children, and they were happy enough for me.

It was when Abdul offered to pay for implants that I finally understood.

“Honestly, Grace. I’d be glad to pay for the surgery, every last penny. You deserve proper tits, and I’d be glad to give them to you.”

It was quite an offer. He wasn’t the only one who had suggested I consider hormones and maybe more, but I had never gone as far to ask a doctor or counsellor about this.

“Sorry,” I finally answered. “I’m just a lumberjack. But you can buy me some new suspendies and a bra, if you like!”

Yes, I liked being a girl emulator, but no, I didn’t really want to be a girly. Not all the time at least.

It was Abdul who wanted the tits. I don’t blame him, but I’m not here so that he can build his own girl. He’ll have to find a ready-made, if he ever gets the courage. He probably won’t, because he couldn’t cope with the female person that came with them.

I like wearing high heels, suspendies and a bra, because I’m not really a girly – that’s the point, really. My cock looks really rude when I see myself in them in the morning and toss myself off. Then with the masculinity drained out of me, I feel so good living the day as a girl. And once a week I get sucked off by my girlfriend, which is great. Afterwards we’re just girl friends, along with Sally, who is fun as well.

And I do like kissing her.

When I come home, I find three waiting cocks ready to give me my nightcap.

But I can change back into Mike, when I visit my parents, easy-peasy. I’m not their daughter and don’t want to be. I don’t need tits all the time. In fact, I’ve gone back to the foam fillers. I just need them to wear a bra and fit the clothes. The only problem in being Mike is when I sit down I tend to put my hands as if I’m smoothing a skirt forwards under me. I’m just not used to trousers.

I don’t think I’m gay, exactly. I don’t look at men and go “Cor!” I don’t fancy my three friends. I don’t want to fuck them or be fucked by them. It’s just that some men and some women like sucking cock, and I happen to be one of them. So obviously it should be the cocks of my best friends.

My boyfriends, because I’m a girl emulator. I tell myself that the sexy feeling all over must be something like girls get. I’m happy to take the time to love each of them in the way they enjoy the best, at least once a day, usually twice on weekends.

It’s a great feeling bringing a cock to climax and feeling the spunk in my mouth. I’m glad there’s three of them, so I get plenty of it.

CHAPTER 11

Work was still great. Natalie got taken on as a lecturer in digital art. Naturally there were developments in computing so I got promoted with other technicians datça escort under me, and Natalie became my boss. (Who I often kissed in the back room, and sucked me off once a week! How’s that for a working relationship?

We had been sharing the house for nearly ten years, when there was a letter for me from the lawyer.

He was sorry to advise that Ada had passed away peacefully in her sleep. I was not a beneficiary of her will, but he would like to see me at a convenient time to discuss the freehold of the house.

I told the others, and Sean said immediately we should try to get it. Tony said if we got a joint mortgage then we were bound to be able to afford it.

“But what happens if one of us leaves?” I said.

“It’s not like a married couple, and you might get a better job, or even find a girl.”

Abdul shook his head.

“Don’t you get it, Grace? We are like a married couple, in fact a family. We all three love you! I don’t want any other girl: I just want you!”

“And Sean and Tony are more than friends – they’re the brothers I never had. I’ve got a great job in a great city, and the best people to live with I could possibly imagine. It’s our home, and I want to stay here for ever!”

“Me too,” said Sean, and gave me a kiss, for the first time.

“I love you, Grace. You’re the girl of my dreams.”

“I love you, too Grace,” Tony added, giving me a kiss as well.

“And I love you two as well, but as best mates,” he added, turning to the others.

Abdul just grabbed me and hugged and kissed me furiously, then let go, blushing.

“I’ve wanted to do that for so long,” he said, in a little voice. “Sorry.”

I found myself crying with emotion as they told me how they had wanted to tell me, but had never got the courage.

I hadn’t realised it, but I loved them too. So naturally I sucked them off, and it was extra special now I knew it was lovemaking.

I decided I was happy to be a girly all the time, and told my parents I was bisexual, but in committed relationships.

They already knew.

When Abdul took me to dinner once, he got the waiter to take a picture, and had sent it to his parents. They had shown it to my parents, and Mum had recognised me.

They actually came to see me at work and meet Natalie, and saw the house, including Grace’s room.

“So long as you’re happy, darling,” said Mum.

She asked if I wanted to be called Grace now, but I said I was happy for them to call me Mike, even if I was in a dress.

It turned out that Ada had not left me anything in her will (the lease was enough) but some money had been left in trust with the lawyer to cover the costs of negotiating freehold purchase either when I asked about it, or on her death. He had done this, and also got a bank proposal for a mortgage.

With four of us, we could easily pay it off in ten years, which we did.

So now we are joint owners of the freehold of a house.

But more important, it’s a marriage of four people. Four and a bit really.

Because I’m not actually a girl, just an emulator, my three mates are glad for me to have Natalie as a girlfriend, and Sally accepts it as part of her relationship.

And we’ve all settled down, like I suppose married couples do. Or just got older. We don’t have as much sex as we used to. But it’s often enough and they always come. That’s important to me. They each kiss me at least once a day. It may be a habit, but it’s important as well. And I kiss Natalie which is lovely but different.

I don’t wank any more. Once a week sucking off is enough for me. I don’t really get hard otherwise, but sucking off my mates gives me a lot of sexual satisfaction. I really like sucking cock and all the things that go with it. They keep pretty clean, but I like the musk that hangs around the pubic hair. Abdul is the hairiest, and the only circumcised one, which is a bit different. I keep myself shaved and washed to minimize any masculine smell, and use a bit of perfume, so it’s Grace that gets sucked off once a week.

I like the whole process until they come in my mouth, the cockiness of it and the final sliming, but I don’t think I could suck off another man, just these special ones. I get so much happiness from their individual responses. I’m lucky to have three cocks to enjoy and please every day.

The rest of the time I love them like the nerdy boys they have always been. And I love Natalie just as Natalie.

I have three boyfriends and one great girlfriend. I may be just an emulator, but I love being Grace.