Fem Firm 3: The Return Of Frankie

At home, I would stand in front of the mirror and push my fleshy little
titties together and make kissy faces in the mirror. I did want my own
breasts, that was for sure. I looked at my face and wondered how it could
be more feminine. I had no beard to speak of and never had. In fact, my
body had always been slight and thin and my complexion was always soft and
“girly." Perhaps my body was trying to tell me something? Something I
never wanted to believe.

I scoured the internet now for women’s clothes in earnest. I knew the type
of girl I was and I knew how I wanted to dress. It was just a matter of
finding the right clothes. I wanted to look sexy for sure but not slutty.
The fact that I WAS a slut notwithstanding, I just didn’t want to look
like one. But I still kept going back to my family. How could I do this to
them?

Both of my parents are only children and both set of my grandparents are
dead so all that they have is each other. And now with all of that they
have a son who’s really their daughter. It was the one hurdle I needed to
jump and I’d be home free. But what a huge hurdle it was.



Around 1pm Friday afternoon, Veronica and I had just gotten back from
lunch and were kind of teary eyed as we’d discussed my “situation." We
were arm and arm when we got back and probably looked like shit but she
was a good friend and a good listener, and I knew I could trust her. She
went to her office I went into the mailroom to kill the rest of the day
until the Fuckfest after work that night. Things had kind of changed
regarding that now since Veronica and I declared ourselves total bottoms.
The other six would fuck each other now and we would sit and watch until
it was all done than we would take on each pair one by one, one in our ass
and one in our mouths. This would go on until they were fucked out. We’d
jerk off (sometimes we’d jerk each other off) but that was about it.

A little after 2, Veronica peeked her head in the mailroom.