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I'm Heterosexual by Wendi Robertson
I had been going with Mary for about six months when we
decided to live together. I hadn't crossdressed since I started
dating Mary. I KNEW that my romance with her had "cured" me of
my desire to dress in womens' clothing. Of course, I had hidden
my secret from her. One night, after Mary and I had lived
together for several months, we were watching a featured news
program on television. It had a segment which featured
transvestites and transsexuals. Just seeing it made me a bit
nervous and, at the same time, aroused that desire I thought was
gone. Then Mary made a casual remark about how she kind of got
turned on by the thought of a guy dressed up to look like a
woman. With a couple more glasses of wine, I blurted out my
secret. She seem to hesitate, and then she accepted it.
Needless to say, my "habit" returned, stronger than ever. With
Mary to help me buy the right clothes and to help me with my
makeup, I looked prettier than ever before. She even helped me
with details as to proper walking, sitting, and the like for a
pretty, shy new young woman. Also, Mary seemed to become more
aroused and achieve a more intense orgasm when we had sex while I
was dressed as a shy, introspective, but attractive young lady.
Mary kept after me to go into public with her as her girlfriend.
I kept saying no, because I was afraid of being found out.
One day, I relented, and found that I passed easily in the
company of Mary. She did all the talking and spared my one real
weakness--my voice. I joined a TV/TS organization. Of course, I
listed myself as "heterosexual". I was, of course, quite
heterosexual. In fact, whenever one of my fellow TV/TS friends
would inquire, I would always reply, "I'm heterosexual." Mary
knew that. She was known to remark, more than once, to her
gendered-women friends at our local TV/TS meetings, "of course,
Wendi is heterosexual." As the months passed, I attended many
meetings of my local TV/TS group. Mary was always with me. But
the months also saw her become more dominant. Not overtly so,
but she seemed to try to take charge of our relationship. I kind
of resented it, but we generally got along quite well, and our
sex life was quite regular.
One fateful night, Mary was unexpectedly detained at work.
It was the night of a gala party being thrown by a wealthy member
of our TV/TS group. Mary insisted that I go without her. By
this time, I felt comfortable going out dressed alone, especially
at a party where I would be with friends, and didn't have to
pass. I took an hour to dress in my expensive ravishing new
cocktail dress. I really looked good. For some unknown reason,
I decided to wear a garter belt and stockings, instead of panty
hose. My garter belt was a new import from France. It was a
part of a matching panty and bra set. The party was a smash.
But I was surprised that the hostess had invited some single men
to attend. That is how I met Robert. Robert really put the make
on me. I enjoyed his conversation, but he made me a bit
uncomfortable. He made a remark about how he would like to get
to know me better. The remark was a bit suggestive, so I stated,
"But Robert, I am heterosexual." This didn't phase him at all.
He simply said, "So am I, Wendi."
As the evening wore on, Robert was constantly at my side.
He was not only very charming, he was quite persuasive. After
three hours, I felt very comfortable with Robert. I almost felt
like we had been friends for years. When he held my hand at the
party and said, "Come on lady, I want to buy you a late supper."
My heart was pounding and my head was light.
There was a part of me that didn't want to go, but I said
without hesitation, "I'd love that, Robert." Robert opened the
passenger door of his Mercedes for me. He really knew how to
treat a lady! He took me to a posh, intimate supper club. We
were escorted to a quiet booth in a dark corner. We had a
delightful supper. After supper, while enjoying our coffee and
cordials, Robert suddenly drew very close to me. Before I knew
it, he was passionately embracing and kissing me. I drew back,
shocked, and said, "Robert, stop it. You know that I'm
heterosexual!"
He replied, firmly, "I know you are heterosexual, Wendi
darling. But you are also a woman! ...a woman by choice, my
sweetness, which makes you all the more a wonderful woman!"
It suddenly sunk to the depths of my soul. A woman by
choice! I WAS a woman by choice. It was suddenly so apparent
and so delightful. I knew at this moment I could never be with
Mary again. Yes, I thought, I'm heterosexual, but I'm a
heterosexual woman! Then Robert again took me in his arms and I
felt his hand go under my dress. He fondled my nylon-clad legs
and worked his way up to fondle and caress my buttocks. He
discovered my garter belt. He whispered in my ear as his index
finger pushed the silk of my panties between my buttocks, "You
know what it means when a pretty young lady wears stockings and a
garter belt?"
I was so excited, I could hardly even whisper. I softly
said, "What does it mean, Robert, dearest?"
He said, "It means that the lady wants so very much for her
man to make love to her!" I couldn't speak anymore. I was faint
and trembling with both fear and excitement as Robert and I left
the supper club, hand in hand. We went to Robert's posh
townhouse and spent the night! I submitted totally to my
wonderful Robert. I received him in my mouth and then he gently
took me in what he referred to as my "woman-by-choice's
'vagina'". As Robert made gentle love to me, he whispered in my
ear, over and over, "My darling Wendi...my darling
woman...woman...woman..." I loved the sound of the word "woman",
applied repeatedly to me by my coupled male lover. Robert seemed
to have complete, albeit gentle, control of my body and mind.
That night I became forever a woman by choice. I felt more
feminine and graceful than I felt Mary was.
Oh, yes--Mary. The next day Robert and I gently broke the
news to Mary. She was upset and cried. I tried to comfort her.
She said to me, the tears in her eyes, "But Wendi, I thought you
were heterosexual...I know you are heterosexual." She went on,
"I still want you for my lover, Wendi."
"Yes, Mary, I am heterosexual...a heterosexual woman like
you. I cannot be a lesbian, Mary. I am Robert's woman. I can
only be your friend.", I replied.
Suddenly, Mary seemed to completely understand. She
squeezed my hand, saying, "Yes, Wendi, I see... You are a woman
by choice... the commsumate female... and I trained you well!"
She gave me a playful pat on the behind, saying, "This belongs to
Robert." Looking at Robert, Mary said, "Treat my best girlfriend
well, Robert!" She's probably the most heterosexual woman you'll
ever find, you lucky stiff!" As Robert and I walked out of
Mary's apartment, hand in hand, he in his smart sports suit and
me in my smart pleated skirt, angora sweater, coordinated heels,
and shoulder-length glistening hair, my supple breasts jutting
forth in my sweater, my ruby-red lips were almost shining, my
shapely panty-encased buttocks swaying beneath my silken slip and
skirt...I could tell that Mary was right in more ways than
one...Robert was, indeed, stiff! And I was, indeed, Robert's
woman...his heterosexual woman!!
I had been going with Mary for about six months when we
decided to live together. I hadn't crossdressed since I started
dating Mary. I KNEW that my romance with her had "cured" me of
my desire to dress in womens' clothing. Of course, I had hidden
my secret from her. One night, after Mary and I had lived
together for several months, we were watching a featured news
program on television. It had a segment which featured
transvestites and transsexuals. Just seeing it made me a bit
nervous and, at the same time, aroused that desire I thought was
gone. Then Mary made a casual remark about how she kind of got
turned on by the thought of a guy dressed up to look like a
woman. With a couple more glasses of wine, I blurted out my
secret. She seem to hesitate, and then she accepted it.
Needless to say, my "habit" returned, stronger than ever. With
Mary to help me buy the right clothes and to help me with my
makeup, I looked prettier than ever before. She even helped me
with details as to proper walking, sitting, and the like for a
pretty, shy new young woman. Also, Mary seemed to become more
aroused and achieve a more intense orgasm when we had sex while I
was dressed as a shy, introspective, but attractive young lady.
Mary kept after me to go into public with her as her girlfriend.
I kept saying no, because I was afraid of being found out.
One day, I relented, and found that I passed easily in the
company of Mary. She did all the talking and spared my one real
weakness--my voice. I joined a TV/TS organization. Of course, I
listed myself as "heterosexual". I was, of course, quite
heterosexual. In fact, whenever one of my fellow TV/TS friends
would inquire, I would always reply, "I'm heterosexual." Mary
knew that. She was known to remark, more than once, to her
gendered-women friends at our local TV/TS meetings, "of course,
Wendi is heterosexual." As the months passed, I attended many
meetings of my local TV/TS group. Mary was always with me. But
the months also saw her become more dominant. Not overtly so,
but she seemed to try to take charge of our relationship. I kind
of resented it, but we generally got along quite well, and our
sex life was quite regular.
One fateful night, Mary was unexpectedly detained at work.
It was the night of a gala party being thrown by a wealthy member
of our TV/TS group. Mary insisted that I go without her. By
this time, I felt comfortable going out dressed alone, especially
at a party where I would be with friends, and didn't have to
pass. I took an hour to dress in my expensive ravishing new
cocktail dress. I really looked good. For some unknown reason,
I decided to wear a garter belt and stockings, instead of panty
hose. My garter belt was a new import from France. It was a
part of a matching panty and bra set. The party was a smash.
But I was surprised that the hostess had invited some single men
to attend. That is how I met Robert. Robert really put the make
on me. I enjoyed his conversation, but he made me a bit
uncomfortable. He made a remark about how he would like to get
to know me better. The remark was a bit suggestive, so I stated,
"But Robert, I am heterosexual." This didn't phase him at all.
He simply said, "So am I, Wendi."
As the evening wore on, Robert was constantly at my side.
He was not only very charming, he was quite persuasive. After
three hours, I felt very comfortable with Robert. I almost felt
like we had been friends for years. When he held my hand at the
party and said, "Come on lady, I want to buy you a late supper."
My heart was pounding and my head was light.
There was a part of me that didn't want to go, but I said
without hesitation, "I'd love that, Robert." Robert opened the
passenger door of his Mercedes for me. He really knew how to
treat a lady! He took me to a posh, intimate supper club. We
were escorted to a quiet booth in a dark corner. We had a
delightful supper. After supper, while enjoying our coffee and
cordials, Robert suddenly drew very close to me. Before I knew
it, he was passionately embracing and kissing me. I drew back,
shocked, and said, "Robert, stop it. You know that I'm
heterosexual!"
He replied, firmly, "I know you are heterosexual, Wendi
darling. But you are also a woman! ...a woman by choice, my
sweetness, which makes you all the more a wonderful woman!"
It suddenly sunk to the depths of my soul. A woman by
choice! I WAS a woman by choice. It was suddenly so apparent
and so delightful. I knew at this moment I could never be with
Mary again. Yes, I thought, I'm heterosexual, but I'm a
heterosexual woman! Then Robert again took me in his arms and I
felt his hand go under my dress. He fondled my nylon-clad legs
and worked his way up to fondle and caress my buttocks. He
discovered my garter belt. He whispered in my ear as his index
finger pushed the silk of my panties between my buttocks, "You
know what it means when a pretty young lady wears stockings and a
garter belt?"
I was so excited, I could hardly even whisper. I softly
said, "What does it mean, Robert, dearest?"
He said, "It means that the lady wants so very much for her
man to make love to her!" I couldn't speak anymore. I was faint
and trembling with both fear and excitement as Robert and I left
the supper club, hand in hand. We went to Robert's posh
townhouse and spent the night! I submitted totally to my
wonderful Robert. I received him in my mouth and then he gently
took me in what he referred to as my "woman-by-choice's
'vagina'". As Robert made gentle love to me, he whispered in my
ear, over and over, "My darling Wendi...my darling
woman...woman...woman..." I loved the sound of the word "woman",
applied repeatedly to me by my coupled male lover. Robert seemed
to have complete, albeit gentle, control of my body and mind.
That night I became forever a woman by choice. I felt more
feminine and graceful than I felt Mary was.
Oh, yes--Mary. The next day Robert and I gently broke the
news to Mary. She was upset and cried. I tried to comfort her.
She said to me, the tears in her eyes, "But Wendi, I thought you
were heterosexual...I know you are heterosexual." She went on,
"I still want you for my lover, Wendi."
"Yes, Mary, I am heterosexual...a heterosexual woman like
you. I cannot be a lesbian, Mary. I am Robert's woman. I can
only be your friend.", I replied.
Suddenly, Mary seemed to completely understand. She
squeezed my hand, saying, "Yes, Wendi, I see... You are a woman
by choice... the commsumate female... and I trained you well!"
She gave me a playful pat on the behind, saying, "This belongs to
Robert." Looking at Robert, Mary said, "Treat my best girlfriend
well, Robert!" She's probably the most heterosexual woman you'll
ever find, you lucky stiff!" As Robert and I walked out of
Mary's apartment, hand in hand, he in his smart sports suit and
me in my smart pleated skirt, angora sweater, coordinated heels,
and shoulder-length glistening hair, my supple breasts jutting
forth in my sweater, my ruby-red lips were almost shining, my
shapely panty-encased buttocks swaying beneath my silken slip and
skirt...I could tell that Mary was right in more ways than
one...Robert was, indeed, stiff! And I was, indeed, Robert's
woman...his heterosexual woman!!
