From news.ICSI.Net!news.sprintlink.net!news.uoregon.edu!news.u.washington.edu!uw-beaver!cornellcs!newsstand.cit.cornell.edu!ub!csn!magnus.acs.ohio-state.edu!math.ohio-state.edu!uwm.edu!vixen.cso.uiuc.edu!howland.reston.ans.net!EU.net!news.eunet.fi!anon.penet.fi Sat Feb 10 19:48:21 1996 Message-ID: <081318Z08021996@anon.penet.fi> Path: news.ICSI.Net!news.sprintlink.net!news.uoregon.edu!news.u.washington.edu!uw-beaver!cornellcs!newsstand.cit.cornell.edu!ub!csn!magnus.acs.ohio-state.edu!math.ohio-state.edu!uwm.edu!vixen.cso.uiuc.edu!howland.reston.ans.net!EU.net!news.eunet.fi!anon.penet.fi Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories,alt.sex.stories.tg From: an121917@anon.penet.fi X-Anonymously-To: alt.sex.stories,alt.sex.stories.tg Organization: Anonymous forwarding service Reply-To: an121917@anon.penet.fi Date: Thu, 8 Feb 1996 08:06:40 UTC Subject: New - TG/Hypno - Mind - Part 1 of 8 Lines: 319 Xref: news.ICSI.Net alt.sex.stories:126359 alt.sex.stories.tg:2176 This is a story about hypnosis, transgender, and identity swapping. It includes a lot of sex. If you are underage or those concepts bother you, don't read it. Mind or Mind.Txt by Waldo Chapter 1 I didn't want to go home tonight. After thinking about it, I didn't want to go home any night. But I had no other place that I could go. Don't get me wrong. I love my house. It's just that my wife and I have not been getting along too good for the last couple of years. In the sexual perspective that is. We have been married seven years. Her name is Stephanie. Stephanie Brooks and I am John Brooks. We met in college and before we knew what was happening to us, we got married within six months. Was our attraction sexual or real love? That first year was great because we had sex almost every night. Then the second year , which was the year that we graduated, we had become used to each other and we only had sex two to three times a week. Both of us found good paying jobs as soon as we finished school. My job was as a salesman for a food wholesaler and I quickly advanced to the Business Manager's position. When Mr. Graves decided to retire, his partner, Mr. Robertson, didn't want to buy Graves out. So I used what was left of my inheritance and some loans and bought out the Graves potion of the company. Mr. Robertson was very happy with me being his partner and went into semi-retirement while I ran the company. So I have been the half-owner of GR Distribution for three years now and the operational manager for about four years. I like my job. Or I used to like it. Robertson died six months ago and left his interest to his wife. His third wife, who was thirty-five years younger than him. They had been married about four months when he had a heart attack while having sex. One week after we buried him, his widow showed up at the office and demanded full participation in daily operation procedures. She wants to use this company to build a future multi-million dollar empire. Only problem is, that she does not have any business experience or training. Some of her ideals are very risky and speculative. And she doesn't care that the company has maintained a steady three percent per year growth under my management; and that it was losing almost five percent a year since Graves had his first heart attack. She thinks that her ideals will force the company to grow at thirty percent a year. Her name is LayWanda Robertson. She is black, has a very nice body and is the same age as me - twenty- eight. She has never been to college and had only worked in restaurants until she married Robertson. It was also her third marriage. Because she is also half owner, she has every right to participate in company decisions but her decisions are always too risky. I gave in to her a couple of times and we lost a lot more than we made. But she looks at her bad management record as being ok. I can't look at it that way. So work is hell for me right now. Every day LayWanda and I get into an argument about something that she wants to try or where she doesn't agree with my cautious approach. If it was possible to divide the company assets in half and let her do what she wants to do with her half, I would immediately split it up. But it is not that sort of an operation and we would be in direct competition with each other, which would immediately ruin both of us. Stephanie got a job as an Interior Decorator and after I bought out Graves, she quit the company to set up her own company. We turned our den and connecting garage into an office and she works out of our house. When she set up her company, is about when our sex lives died. Now that she had her own company, she started putting in a lot more hours. We quit going to the movies or going out to do things because she was always working on something. We quit going out to eat together because she had to make a deadline. We quit having sex because she would come to bed late and smelling like a fireplace. Stephanie smokes and I do not. She smoked when I met her in college, but she would brush her teeth and use mouthwash to hide the smoke smell. After she started her company, she became a chain smoker. She currently goes through four to five packs a day and our house has a permanent haze floating through the air. Our couch smells. Our bed smells. I can tell when she is lying facing me in our darkened bedroom or if she is turned the other way; by the deep smoky residue coming out of her lungs as she breathes. I can't kiss her anymore without gagging. So we have sex about every three months now. Once or twice a week, I masturbate myself while taking a shower. I don't know what she does. And at this time in my life, I don't care. Don't get me wrong. I still love her. I just don't like who she has become. I still think that she is beautiful. A bit flat-chested but attractive. She can't fill out an A-cup and wears falsies to make up the difference. Remember how Jane Fonda looked in the movie Klute? Stephanie has that same mid-length combed red- headed hairstyle but with a little curl and her facial structure is very similar to Jane's. Stephanie could double for Jane except for the nude scenes. I hate to keep bringing this up, but she has no boobs. I suggested to her once that she might want to consider having some implants and she got mad at me. She told me that my cock would never be mistaken for a grown man's cock and she got quite nasty. So you see why I don't like to go home. I have been sitting here in my car in the driveway for the last five minutes thinking about my life and how lousy it has become. I don't like to go to work anymore and I certainly don't like to go home. I get my courage up and go in the house. Immediately, I am almost knocked down by the strong smoke smell as I enter. "I am home." I say out loud as I hang up my coat. "Hi, John. Steph is out measuring a new job site. I am the only one here." said a feminine voice from the office area. I wander past piles of catalogs and wallpaper samples and carpet samples until I get to the desk, where Valerie is working. "Hi, Val. Did the bitch say when she would be back or if she was going to go out to dinner with me tonight as planned?" I asked. "John, she is not a bitch. She is just trying to make a su-su-su-successful business and has got herself very involved with it." she stammered, never looking up from the catalog that she was searching through I step behind her and gently rub her shoulders. Valerie is Stephanie's best friend from college and now works with her. She is very timid and conscious of her stuttering problem. "I wish that she would try to make a successful marriage and let the business go. I need a woman beside me. A good woman. Why don't I divorce Steph and marry you?" I ask in a teasing manner. "You don't want me. And after being ma-ma-ma- married to Ralph for four years, I don't want another man. Only thing that men like to do is to screw until their cock falls off. And you men don't care who you screw either." she said angrily. "Whoa, take it easy Val. I know that Ralph got caught a couple of times in the wrong bedroom, but not all men are like that. I haven't been with another woman since Steph and I got married. And Steph will tell you that we haven't got it together for several months. You just got a raw deal with Ralph and you shouldn't let that one asshole turn you sour on men or marriage. You are a very attractive woman and would make any man a good wife." I said, trying to restore some of her easily lost self-confidence. She turned and smiled "Thanks, John. I am sorry that I took my fr-fr-fr-frustration out on you. I got a call from Ralph's new girlfriend today and she wanted to come by to get his sha-sha-share of the furniture. They are buying a new house and he want's my furn- furn-furn-furn-furniture. I called my lawyer and he wants five hundred dollars to tell Ralph to fuck off. I got pissed at bo-bo-both of them." Ralph couldn't keep his cock in his pants and left this beautiful woman to fend for herself. She has a self- image problem and no confidence in herself. She is very attractive but hides it. She wears her hair pulled straight back and pulled into a very unflattering bun style, no make-up except for a little lipstick once in awhile and always wears baggy clothes to hide her beautiful body. She wears black horn-rimmed glasses that detract from her beautiful face. It's almost as if she was trying to hide her beauty behind bad make- up, baggy clothes and unflattering hair styles. Her and Steph are the same size, but Val has a full set of boobs and keeps herself in good physical shape by working out while Steph maintains her shape by not eating. She looks like a young Racquel Welch but she dresses like Olive Oyl. She has always stuttered but as got worse since she started having martial problems. Steph talked her into working with her so she could look after her. "If Ralph keeps giving you a hard time, I will divorce Steph and let her move in with Ralph. That will teach him a lesson." I said. "Jo-Joohn. She loves you very much and you shouldn't joke like that." she said. "Well, I wish that it was just a joke. I am going to get ready to go out to dinner with or without Stephanie. Would you like to come along?" I asked. "No, I have to go home and take care of my cats." she said. I smiled and went to my bedroom and took a shower. When I dressed, I came back and found Steph on the phone, waiving her ever-present cigarette as she talked. Valerie was looking something up in the computer. I sat down and waited until Steph finished talking. "I got a new contract today John. The Marlow Building has been bought by a hypno-therapist and they are going to start a new business. They will concentrate on people needing assistance to go on a diet or to quit smoking. And don't say it. I can quit smoking anytime that I want to. I just don't want to quit because I enjoy smoking. " she said looking at me in a challenging look. "You must enjoy smoking more than sex because you gave up sex because of your smoking." I said. "I did not. You are the one that never wants to have sex. You turn away from me and resist my advances." she declared. Valerie got up and proclaimed "I must be going home. Casper ne-ne-ne-needs to be fed." After she walked out the door, Steph requested "John, please don't bring up our problems in front of Val any more. She has enough difficulty dealing with her own problems, much less dealing with our problems. It hurts her to see us fight." "I am not fighting. I am just stating the facts. You should become a client of your new client and quit smoking. Now are you going out to eat dinner with me or not?" I asked. "No, I have to make some preliminary sketches and get ready for my presentation. Can I get a rain-check on dinner?" she asked. I just looked at her and walked out the door. I had a quite dinner by myself and returned home to find Steph still working on her project. I got ready for bed and turned in. I was almost asleep when she eased into bed beside me and curled up behind me. I could smell the deep smell of smoke coming from her lungs and I tried to ignore her as she reached around and started playing with my cock. I sleep completely nude and she wears a flimsily nightgown. I tried to ignore her nipples rubbing against my back as she stroked my cock until it was hard. I couldn't stand it anymore and rolled over on my back, throwing the covers off our bodies. I wanted her to go down on me but knew that she would never touch my cock with her mouth. I almost laughed out loud thinking that she would never put a cock in her mouth, but kept her mouth full of those damn cigarettes all the time. Maybe, if I set fire to my dick, she would take it in her mouth and suck on it. Now that I was hard, she sat on my lap and rubbed my cock against her pussy. It was always the same ritual. She had to start off on top of me and then switch to missionary style. As soon as I would cum, she would push me off and go wash herself out in the bathroom. She also has a problem with the sticky feeling of cum. It feels yucky according to her and she really prefers that when we have sex, that I wouldn't cum in her. She suggested a couple of times that I pull out and collect it in a Kleenex. I would usually be asleep by the time she came back to bed. Tonight was no different. She had just got me inside her and is now pulling me to roll over with her so that I am top of her. I hump her tight pussy and blow my load in less than two minutes. We didn't even work up a sweat. She pushes me off and goes to the bathroom. I hear her filling her bag with water as she lights a cigarette. I roll over and go to sleep. Such is my life. --****ATTENTION****--****ATTENTION****--****ATTENTION****--***ATTENTION*** Your e-mail reply to this message WILL be *automatically* ANONYMIZED. Please, report inappropriate use to abuse@anon.penet.fi For information (incl. non-anon reply) write to help@anon.penet.fi If you have any problems, address them to admin@anon.penet.fi