The Perfect Programmer - Part 1

Info Dafydd_Cyhoeddwr
28 Mar. '17

    I used to think programming was the neatest thing in the world. From the day I first saw a computer, in sixth grade at school, I knew I wanted to be a programmer. My dad got me a portable in 10th grade, and I took every computer course offered in high school - a total of four - and majored in it in college. I got a job with a small consulting firm right out of college, and I loved my work.

    Then, I got an offer from Uni-Tec that I couldn't refuse. Four times my salary, with relocation costs, a subsidized luxury apartment, and a company car. No one could have passed it up.

    But, Uni-Tec almost crushed my delight in programming. I was brought in as a Programmer IV (of seven regular grades), and everyone of V and below worked on the third floor in a room the size of a football field, divided up into U-shaped clusters of cubicles. My little cubbyhole was nothing more than three and a half walls, a desk, a display, and a shelf for references. That was all! And, I never wrote a program the whole time I was on that floor. Pieces, yes. Subroutines. Functions. Code segments. But not whole programs from beginning to end. And I hated it, but I couldn't leave. Actually, I could have, but I loved my car and my apartment, and Uni-Tec was the highest paying company in the area and I loved my salary. So, I stayed.

    Six months after I arrived, I was promoted to V. Another good thing about Uni-Tec was that they promoted by ability alone, not when a slot opened up. On the same day, a new man arrived, assigned to the cubicle directly across the 'corridor' from me.

    We became friends almost immediately. Kyle was a very likeable guy, ruggedly handsome with short, dark hair, grey-green eyes, a blade-sharp nose, firm chin, broad shoulders, trim waist and hips, and strong thighs and legs. He looked like a walking ad for a health club and/or a tanning salon. I kind of envied him that: although I wasn't ugly, or even just plain (a number of former girlfriends and most of the female programmers on the floor insisted that I was extremely cute), I had never had as nice a body as Kyle. I was rail thin, with strength that refused to show itself. I had a nice body, but Kyle had a perfect body.

    He had been hired away from an insurance company by much the same kind of deal that had drawn me, and almost a third of the other programmers here, into Uni-Tec. He got a car, and apartment, and a huge salary - Uni-Tec had as clients an auto firm and a real estate agency. He had been relocated, too, but he made friends swiftly and easily. I went almost everywhere with him, and had soon increased my own friend base by several powers (I normally made friends very slowly - Kyle was an exception).

    Being friends with Kyle helped make my job more fun and we began challenging each other to write games. Kyle was very imaginative, but I had an almost instinctive knack for compacting code. So, though Kyle could come up with great game ideas and innovations on old ones, I could make mine run faster and in less memory than he could. Between after-work with Kyle, and our games between official projects, I was happy with programming again.

    Six months more passed. Kyle made it to V very vast, and soon we were both climbing our way up the V sub-grades to VI and private offices at the same rate. Outside of work, we were the best of friends, rarely spending an evening apart. There were just so many things we enjoyed doing together!

    One day, Kyle came in late, looking very dejected. I said, "Hey, Kyle, are you okay?"

    He answered, "Not exactly, Kev. I got a note last night from the landlord. They pushed through a zoning ordinance, and my whole block is going to become a shopping mall. I've got to move. I talked to the bosses, but they can't do anything about it - nothing is available in my price range even with their subsidy. And, the owners are only giving me a week to get out."

    The solution was obvious to me. My apartment had a small spare bedroom. "No problem, buddy," I said. "Move in with me. The spare room is plenty big enough for sleeping, my pad has all the amenities of yours, and anything personal you want to have I'll make room for. There's this 'U-Store' place down the block - we can rent a couple of vaults in there to store our extra stuff. 'Kay?"

    Kyle just looked at me with a queer expression for half a minute. Then, he said, "Uh, hey Kevin, no, I - uh, I couldn't impose, man. No, no, I'll think of something else."

    "Don't be silly! It's no imposition at all. Look, we spend so much time together already and my place is plenty big enough for two. If you want, I'll take the small room. Come on, it'll be fun! And it will solve your problem. Come on, do it! Say yes!"

    Well, it was like pulling teeth, but I finally got Kyle to see the light and move in with me. We took the next day off and spent it moving him mostly in, and me a little out. The overflow of combining our apartments was put in two lockers in the 'U-Store' place. It took all of that day, and most of the rest of the week after work to get us both settled back in.

    Two months passed quickly. For the first week or so, Kyle acted very nervous around the apartment, but I attributed it to getting used to a new life style. We both had adjustments to make - I, for one, had to stop parading around in just my underwear. After those first few days, though, everything returned to normal - even better, really, because we were able to spend even more time together and we got to be even better friends.

    At the end of our second month as roommates, Kyle made it to VI. Our standings were still neck and neck, it was just that his neck was a little ahead of mine. He was moved from his cubicle to a private office upstairs, so I saw less of him at work, but that didn't matter much: we still spent most evenings together and we kept up our competitions on games, except now we worked on the same program, each putting our own little tricks into it and seeing whose innovations make it a better game.

    Another month passed, and one night Kyle came home from work with a very bad cold and a growing dissatisfaction with his new responsibilities. It seemed that being a VI was more designing the specifications for programs than actual coding - and he didn't even get to do the actual work on those programs he designed, as they were broken up into sections and given to the "kids" on the third floor to code.

    I could almost see Kyle's cold get worse as he sat and talked. Finally, I coaxed him to bed, agreeing with his complaints that I was sure were mostly outgrowths of his illness.

    Next day, I wend to work alone - Kyle's cold, flu really, had not gotten any better with one night's rest. He was told firmly to stay home, rest some more, and drink plenty of orange juice.

    Around 11 o'clock, I was called to one of the bosses. "Are you Mr Kevin Athen?" I said, "Yes."

    "My name is Nathan Dare. I initially tried to reach Mr Chase, but I understand he called in sick. So, as your name was also on the programs Mr Chase sent me, I thought I'd give you the news."

    "News?" I asked. "What programs?"

    "He didn't tell you? Oh. Well, I do hope it wasn't a secret or something. Hmm..."

    "Anyway, Mr Chase sent me four programs designed by you and he together for publishing consideration. My consulting staff and I have reviewed them and we all love them. Very good work, both of you. As per our verbal agreement, we will pay $40,000 per program, with a 0.5% royalty for each of you on all net profits. We would also like to see any other programs you have written, and if you have any spare time we would like to discuss an arrangement for future products. When would you and Kyle be able to come in to sign the papers?"

    I made an appointment for late in the next week, just to be sure Kyle was over his flu. Then, I just had to tell Kyle the good news, but I wanted to tell him in person, not over the phone! I was a little surprised he would sell our challenge games without telling me, but he had put my name on them with his, so he probably wanted to sunrise me with an out to the job we both rather hated, him even more than I it seemed. So, I took my lunch hour to go home, stopping at a 7-11 for a gallon of orange juice first.

    I went barging into our apartment shouting, "Kyle! Kyle! Great news!" I stormed into the entry hall, slamming the door behind me. I could hear the television, so I knew Kyle was probably convalescing on the couch. As I entered the living room, still yelling, I saw Kyle was asleep on the sofa. I yelled again, waking him up. He said, "Wha...what? Uh, Kevin...?" He stretched and groaned, and half fell off of the sofa. His robe fell open, and he wasn't wearing anything underneath. For the first time ever I saw Kyle naked.

    I've heard the term 'knees turned to jelly' thousands of times, but that was the first time I ever felt it happen to me. Luckily, I was in front of a chair because I literally collapsed. Fell backwards into it, utterly shocked by what had been revealed by Kyle's open robe.

    Because there, at the juncture of his hard and well muscled thighs, starkly revealed by a totally hairless crotch, was the vertical slit of a woman's genitals. Kyle had a pussy instead of a cock!

    I think I actually passed out. There was a short period of non-awareness while my mind accepted the sight I had seen and re-ordered my perceptions accordingly. My life changed radically from that one little revelation. Little things, slight hints, hidden clues to this reality all seemed larger than life in hindsight. 'I should have known!' I thought. Then, 'I don't care,' followed by 'I think I'm glad.' My friendship with Kyle twisted slightly into something else, something it was just one little bit short of until now. I was suddenly, totally in love with my roommate.

    The shock passed enough for me to open my eyes, and I found myself staring into Kyle's green-grey eyes. He - she? No, *he* - had refastened his robe and was kneeling by the char looking at me with evident concern. I stared at his face, and could find no trace at all of femininity there. Kyle was a perfect specimen of manhood, except for the fact that he *had* no manhood!

    "Kyle, was I...um, I wasn't seeing things, was I?" I asked weakly.

    He smiled wanly and stood up. I watched him move back to the sofa, searching for some trace of femaleness in him. But his arms and legs, which I had seen many times before, were still pure macho. The part of his chest revealed by the robe was flat and muscular. The robe was tight around his narrow waist, and (as ever), his hips weren't one inch wider than that waist. The only evidence of Kyle's true gender was what was (and/or wasn't) at his crotch.

    "If you mean 'am I really a girl,' you saw right. I am female where it counts." Kyle's voice, even, was a rich deep tenor, totally male.

    He began to explain himself and as I listened, I tried to evaluate the revelation I had sustained. I was really in love with Kyle and I tried to figure out why. Our friendship had always been very deep. Probably, there were snipes and gossips at work who speculated about our sexual preferences as we spent so much time together. But, I had never entertained the idea of becoming homosexual just to intensify the already intense relationship between Kyle and myself. I didn't dislike homosexuality, I just wasn't gay. Women were my sexual choice.

    But, now Kyle had been revealed as a woman, if only 'where it counted'. And the hidden need to push our relationship that last step into sexuality and completeness was revealed. I could only hope that Kyle did, or could come to, feel the same way because I was sure that he way my lifetime mate, my one-and-only.

    Kyle's story went: "I first realized that I didn't belong in the body I was born into in early high school, somewhere between the ages of 15 and 16. I had 'blossomed' into a curvaceous young woman, and I hated every second of the inflation of my breasts and hips. My mother insisted that it was just hormonal imbalances affecting my moods, but it never got better. I hated bras and pantyhose, though silky lingerie did feel very nice against my skin. In trying to get over my distaste, I began to sleep around, hoping to find an antidote to something to snap me out of it.

    "Sex was nice, but my body was still hateful. A close girlfriend introduced me to lesbian sex, which was also very nice. The lack of a cock was made up for by the feeling of a female body next to me. Strangely, the very aspects I hated in myself I enjoyed in a partner. But it didn't help my situation any.

    "I managed to get through high school hating myself. And, it was a trip to New York with my lesbian girlfriend that gave me my answer. In a dyke bar that Leslie took me to I saw all manner of strange-seeming women. Punk types, collared Ms, leather-clad Ss, men dressed as women hoping to pass, and the clincher: real bull dykes who did their best to look like men.

    "And that way my solution. I liked the way those dykes looked, but they didn't go far enough. They left traces of their gender since they were, after all, after lesbians. I wanted to go all the way. I had always admired men's bodies and had, upon occasion, wondered what I would be like with a hard, flat, muscled body. So that's what I set about getting.

    "It wasn't easy or cheap. My dad, who died when I was 12, left me a very large inheritance which I came into when I reached 18. I began as soon as I graduated high school. I never told my mother. When she got sick a year later, the process had not gone too far for me to return and be with her on her deathbed as Kathleen.

    "After that, I went ahead full steam. Male hormones counteracted the bodily configuration forced on me by birth. Massive but expert plastic surgery remade what the hormones couldn't, eliminating every trace of femininity except the ultimate. I had no desire to be a full male, so my 'equipment' remained original issue.

    "My self-restructuring all but wiped out my inheritance, leaving only enough money for the legalities required to change my name and identity to Kyle Chase, certified male, and the tuition to a junior college programming major. I was basically happy now, and my future was being provided for with the college courses. But, my social life bit the big one. The macho image I had worked so hard to get worked against me in the search for sexual partners: for a while, I had to scan the personals looking for open-minded bisexuals, but that got to be tiring so I stopped chasing sex and let it come to me. My last partner was the VP of the insurance company I left to come to Uni-Tec. I wasn't sorry to leave: Howard had grown to be a real bore.

    "So, here I am. Now that you know, how do you feel? Grossed out, disgusted, what?"

    I looked at Kyle slumped there, having poured his heart out and revealed such intimate details of his life, expecting the worst from his best friend in the world. His dejected expression made my heart ache, so instead of beating around the proverbial bush, I said, "Kyle, I'm pretty damn sure I'm in love with you."

    He looked over at me, and I could see his huge smile and beaming eyes. I could almost feel the warmth my confession generated in him, and perhaps even a little love returned, too.

    His next words confirmed what I saw and felt. "Are you serious, Kev?" he asked. "Imagine that. You know, I've been in love with you ever since we first met, but my rather odd physical makeup made me nervous about it. From our conversations, I was sure that my maleness would turn you off."

    "Um, I'm not sure just why or how I feel this way," I said, rising from the chair. "I'm still not in any way gay, as far as I know. But I think that I have always wanted to be in love with you." I sat down next to him on the sofa. "That's why we were always such good, close friends. And now that your little secret is out, my true feelings don't have to hide anymore.

    "It's strange how a little ingrained cultural taboo could so effectively mask what my subconscious knew all along. I. Love. You." And we kissed.

    The kiss was strange at first, but the love behind it served to get me over the awkwardness, remove my lingering inhibitions, and let us relax and enjoy. Soon, our tongues were sliding across strange teeth and gums as we 'swapped spit'. Then, our hands began to move. I slipped my right hand into his robe and started to fondle his nipple while my other hand went around his neck and played in his hair.

    Kyle's hands just circled my torso and ran up and down my back. But, it was he who slowly pushed me back until he was lying on top of me on the sofa. His thigh was in my crotch, rubbing against my swelling boner. My hips began to squirm from the friction and the excitement of our kissing. I felt myself getting closer and closer to orgasm, but before it (and I) came, Kyle finally rolled off of me, stood up, and led me to my bedroom.

    He had let me keep the big room when he moved in (now I understood his reluctance to relocate here, but I sure was glad he had!). I had done it up very simply. One wall was a window with a fantastic view: Kyle adjusted the venetian blinds to block that view but still let in light. The carpet was deep ad soft and white, the walls were ivory around the minimalist paintings on the walls. The only furniture was the bed; its headboard was an excellent nightstand, and one of the two other doors in the room opened onto a dressing room as big as Kyle's bedroom that contained my clothes and dresser (the other door led to a bathroom larger than the dressing room).

    The door closed behind me and Kyle turned from the window. He had a very sexy smile on his face. He untied his sash and let his robe fall open, exposing his bare secret again. With a shrug, he tossed the robe off his shoulders.

    He looked glorious naked. He had a perfect male body that turned me on in a curious way. It seemed that he looked so wonderful because of the flat cleft plain between his legs. If there had been a cock there instead of a pussy I would have been totally turned off.

    "Your turn, Kev." Kyle looked like a weird transsexual god standing there haloed by sunlight, so bronze, muscled, and hairless from his neck down. It was amazing what hormones and expert plastic surgeons could do to remold a body.

    Responding to his suggestion, I began to undress. Tie, shirt, shoes and socks, belt, pants, and then, with a bit of hesitation, my jockey shorts. I tossed my clothes into a corner and stood up straight, as nude as my roommate.

    Kyle's eyes roved over my body with approval, especially when they came to rest at my crotch. Although the hair on my head was an utterly average brown, the hair at my crotch was a fine golden blond. My cock was fine (in my own humble opinion {and that of every lover I had ever had}), not as huge as a porn-star's, but adequate to every job it had ever been asked to do, and perfectly complimented by a perfect pair of naturally hairless balls. I was very proud of my genitals - they were the best part of my otherwise average-to-dull body. And at that moment, my cock was just a heartbeat or two from full, straining hardness. I could see that Kyle was appreciative.

    He said, "You're beautiful, Kev, absolutely beautiful. You don't know how hard it's been keeping myself from sneaking peeks at you in the shower, wondering what you were hiding in your shorts. But, the wait was worth it.

    "Sigh. Such a long time wasted. Well, it's time to stop wasting and start doing. Sit on the edge of the bed, Kev. I'll go first."

    I sat with my ass barely on the edge of the mattress and Kyle came over and knelt between my spread legs. The, he proceeded to suck my cock like it had never been sucked before. His mouth had to be the most talented oral cavity in the world! He even managed to take me all the way down his throat with almost no trouble at all.

    His hands were always in motion as well. As his mouth enclosed my cock in wetness and his tongue and teeth added to the sensations flashing across its skin, Kyle's hands stroked every other part of my body. Even though I wanted the session to last forever - who could wish to end a perfect blowjob? - it couldn't. Kyle was just too good, his mouth too talented. This also meant that he was able to help me hold off my orgasm, but not forever. Almost half an hour later, I finally came. The explosive relief was enough to make me pass out for the second time that day.

    When I woke up, I was stretched out on my bed and Kyle was lying next to me. He was idly fondling my cock, which had been cleaned and dried and was beginning to rise again.

    Kyle said, "Next time we'll let you take a turn 'eating at the "Y"'. for now, I need to feel your lovely cock inside me. It's been so long since I've been fucked that I don't think I could wait another minute. In fact, I was just deciding to start without you when you woke up. But, since you have rejoined the party...."

    He levered himself up on hands and knees, and moved over me. My cock had returned to full hardness by then, and Kyle straightened up over my crotch and aimed himself at the head, which pointed straight up. Then, he sank slowly down, inch by inch, until he was resting flat on my crotch, my cock buried fully in his cunt.

    I don't know if I expected Kyle's pussy to be any different, but it wasn't. If the rest of him was pure male, that last remnant of his original gender was totally unaffected by it. Kyle's cunt was, in fact, probably the sweetest pussy I had ever been in. Some of my previous lovers had had better mouths than pussies. Kyle was fantastic with his mouth, but his pussy was far better. Far, far better! And I didn't mind at all.

    He just sat there for a while, probably as much to get used to being filled again after being so long celibate as to let me savour the heavenly warmth and wetness of his silky pussy. Then, he began to rock slightly and eventually to piston up and down on his strong legs. It was amazing to me that Kyle looked so absolutely sexy as he bobbed up and down on my cock. There was absolutely nothing feminine about him except what was swallowing my cock. One hand could block that from my sight, and all I would see would be a gorgeous man bouncing up and down over me. And it didn't turn me off at all.

    I reached up, drew Kyle down, and kissed him long and hard. After a startled minute, he started rocking his hips again and mine began to move in counterpoint. We kissed and fondled and fucked on and on, resting as I drew near orgasm to prolong our first fuck as long as possible. Kyle, of course, just kept coming over and over, many more times than was worth counting. We learned that we both had very sensitive nipples, something Kyle enjoyed in a lover and said was rare in a man. The way he caressed my body while we were resting really turned me on, and sort of got me wishing there was more there for him to stroke and massage. That, and some of what he had said before, started an idea percolating in my mind.

    Finally, Kyle decided to let me come. By that time, my body was thrashing wildly, my hips were circling, and my head was rocking back and forth, moans of ecstasy and passion filling the room. The scent of aroused woman, and under it the smell of male pre-cum, permeated the room and drove us both even wilder. And, when he didn't stop his hip action at the point of my build up that he had before, I started to move and moan faster and wilder and louder until, with the loudest scream yet (ever, actually - I wasn't usually so vocal in bed), I let my pent up load go, sending jets of scalding sperm deep into Kyle's belly. The relief was again so great that, you guessed it, I passed out.

    I woke up a minute or so later, only slightly calmer than I had been before my 'nap'. Kyle was just rolling off of me. I looked into his beaming face and he said, "That, Kevin, was just absolutely the best ever. Ever! I'm really glad we made this little breakthrough - I hope this wasn't a 'one-night stand.'" His smile widened, and I leaned over and kissed him.

    "No way, Kyle. Never a one night stand. Life, Kyle: this is for life. Will you marry me?" I was smiling, too, but somewhere deep down, I think I meant it.

    Kyle looked at me funny, then smiled again. "Want to take a shower together?"

    "Sure," I said, and we did. Kyle's flu seemed to have run its course very swiftly. We had fun lathering each other up and rinsing each other off, then repeating the process several times. Kyle stroked me to another orgasm, and I fingered him to a few. We finally climbed out of the tub and dried each other off, exciting each other yet again. We went into the living room still naked and Kyle got us each a soda.

    While we sat next to each other on the sofa and stared at each other, I remembered why I had come home for lunch in the first place. I told Kyle about the offer Mr Dare had made.

    "Perfect!" exclaimed Kyle. "I knew our games were saleable. This is just the break we need to get away from Uni-Tec. With un-taken vacation compensation and severance pay, we could buy a condo and enough computer equipment to start our own freelance operation. What do you say, Kev? Sound like a good idea?"

    I said, "Absolutely!" and kissed him. It *was* perfect, both for our sanity and for the plan I was formulating.

    I went back to work shortly thereafter - a long lunch hour is better than skipping our altogether - and began nosing around, finding out details about when would be the best time for our departure from the rank and file of Uni-Tec. A few markers pulled in informed me that I was due for promotion within the month, which would increase my severance pay. I also counted up our vacation time and calculated how much it was worth. A hastily made graph showed two months would be the best time to leave - after that the increase in bonus wasn't enough to be worth the wait.

    Luckily, I didn't have any projects due that day because I did absolutely no company work that afternoon between my research and my eagerness to get back home to Kyle. We were permitted a half-hour leeway in our departure time, but I stayed even a little past 5 due to my late return from lunch (wouldn't do to jeopardize our future by getting fired too early!). The speed limit meant nothing to me as I raced back to our apartment, just barely arriving in one piece.

    Kyle was waiting for me, sitting still naked on the sofa and watching TV. As soon as the door closed behind me, though, he turned the set off and came over to me. We kissed passionately and he dragged me unresistingly into my bedroom with our mouths still fused.

    Once in the bedroom, he broke the kiss and ripped my clothes off, literally. There were buttons everywhere, and my shirt and slacks were ruined beyond repair. He took my shorts down with my pants, pausing to kiss my rapidly rising cock before pushing me down on the bed and removing my shoes and socks along with my shredded pants and underwear.

    When I was as naked as him, he laid down over me and kissed me again while rubbing the slick skin of his mons all over my cock, pushing it up to full hardness.

    When I was as hard as possible, Kyle rolled off me and said, "Scoot up, Kev. I sucked you off at lunch; it's your turn for dinner."

    I eagerly scooted fully onto the bed. When I was comfortable, Kyle kneed his way over to me and straddled my neck and chest. I circled his thighs with my arms and petted his bare pussy, marveling at the smoothness there.

    I said, "Nice shaving, Kyle. How do you keep it so silky?"

    Kyle chuckled and bucked his hips a bit. He said, "I haven't had to worry about depilating my crotch ever since I dated an electrolysis expert for a while. She got as irritated as I about stubble, so she fixed the problem permanently. It was damn painful, let me tell you, but worth every second of agony.

    "Now, I think there's something else for you to do with my nice, smooth pussy besides pet it, isn't there?" And, he hitched his hips up over my face and neck, and I went to work.

    My first girlfriend had loved cunnilingus, and had taught me everything there was to know about pleasing a woman orally. It was a talent I never forgot, and I put every ounce of experience and expertise I had into eating out Kyle's luscious pussy.

    As before, when I first fucked him, I wondered if his pussy would taste different. But, just as it had felt absolutely perfect around my cock, now it tasted absolutely perfect to my tongue. Totally, ultra-feminine. I couldn't have asked for better.

    Eating Kyle became a definite pleasure, and I just kept on licking and fingering through orgasm after orgasm. I think we went on like that for over an hour, until finally Kyle just fell back and away from my mouth, completely (if momentarily) sated.

    It took Kyle 15 minutes to recover enough to look to my pleasure. He said, "Kev, my pussy is absolutely exhausted. I know you want to fuck me, but you suck too well! I'll suck you off, we'll shower, and then maybe after dinner we can do it all one more time. Okay?"

    It sounded fine to me. So Kyle closed his lips around my cock and made me cum as exhaustingly as he had. Then, we played in the shower again and got ultra-clean. Dinner took 10 minutes in the microwave and we watched TV while eating, both still nude. We tried to put off going to bed, but our love-fueled lust couldn't be denied and we went to bed around 8pm. We didn't get to sleep until past midnight.

    We got up at the normal work-day time and took (yet) another shower together. I joked that our water bill would be way down this month. It was difficult to keep our 'emotions' in check, however, and I left the shower with a massive hard-on.

    I said, "You're lucky, Kyle. You don't have to worry about one of these making you uncomfortable in your tight shorts, or embarrassing you by popping up at the wrong time."

    Kyle said, "Well, I may not have a real boner to worry about, but I do have a false one so that my trousers don't look strange." He took me to his (old) room and showed me the harness he had to wear every day. It looked like a jock-strap with padding. I had to admit that it did its job - he never looked like a woman in pants.

    We got dressed and then I told Kyle about my research over breakfast. He said we should start looking for a condo. We should also, he said, put together some more of our programs to show to Mr Dare.

    It was lucky that we now worked on different floors - I could barely keep Kyle out of my thought and out of my pants (I sported a boner for most of the day). He had a meeting over lunch (which we usually ate together), so I had an opportunity to begin work on my secret plan.

    I thought it would be hard to get hold of the hormones - doctors' prescriptions with psychiatrists' waivers, etc. - but there are always ways. A word to a few friends of friends of acquaintances, and I had two large bottles of pills, enough to complete the transformation that would make me into the exact opposite of Kyle.

    I couldn't quite bring myself to go into one of those transvestite shops, so I ordered everything I needed online. When it arrived, I would begin making myself into a woman. Of course, I started on the pills right away - the doctor said there wouldn't be any visible changes for at least three months, well after our separation from Uni-Tec and the formation of our freelance company.

    Those final two months were the toughest eight weeks of my life. It was hard to keep our new relationship secret from our co-workers - doubly hard for me: at least Kyle didn't have a hard-on to get in the way. Sex between us was just so fantastic that I had to concentrate on not thinking about Kyle lest my crotch incapacitate me for several minutes. When I was promoted to VI, things got a little better as I received an office of my own and I could fantasize behind my desk in relative privacy - enough privacy to let my dick stick out of my fly for comfort.

    A trend was developing in our sexual relations. More and more, I was taking the passive role. Actually, I hardly ever initiated sex except for that first week. Thereafter, even though the dick between our pair was mine, Kyle took the 'traditional' male role. I didn't mind at all - in fact, I encouraged it: it made my secret plan all the more appropriate.

    We were sorely tempted to take a sick day or two per week, but managed to restrain our lusts for appearances' sake. We did manage some form of sex-play every night, and most every morning. Of course our weekends were constant orgies and on Mondays it was even harder to be good and go to work. I knew that Kyle was my proper lifetime mate - we were perfect together.

    About six weeks after my order, my package finally arrived. I took it into Kyle's old room, shut the door, and tried on every stitch of underwear on. Everything fit perfectly! I selected a blue lacey bra with some of those liquid filled pads to give it shape, a corset that nipped in my waist nicely even though I couldn't lace it as tightly as it could go, blue garter belt with smokey black stockings, and blue panties. A long blond wig made an amazing change to my face. I didn't know anything about makeup, so I didn't try to use any. After a long admiring look at my lingerie-clad body (I knew I would come to *love* this!), I went out to show Kyle the new me.

    A drink was waiting for me on the coffee table when I reached the living room, and Kyle was in the kitchen making dinner. I called, "Yo, Kyle, could you come here a minute?"

    He came through the door and stopped and stared, open mouthed. He sagged against the doorjamb and I knew what I probably had looked like that day I first saw him naked.

    He recovered himself fairly quickly and as astonishment faded from his face lust took its place. He dashed back into the kitchen to turn off dinner, and then ran back into the living room, right up to me. He grabbed me in his arms and kissed me fiercely, hungrily, and rubbed his crotch into mine. We both (I'm sure) felt both excited and strange - the fact that the pussy inside the slacks was getting off on feeling the prick in the panties rub against it was both weird and most pleasurable.

    He couldn't restrain himself long enough to take me into the bedroom, so we just lay on the carpet and fucked.

    Kyle went wild riding up and down my cock as he ran his hands up and down my lingerie-clad body. He spent particular attention to my ersatz breasts, kneeding and squeezing them like they were real flesh. Strangely, I began to almost feel like they were - it was like pre-cognition, feelings from the future or something.

    That fuck was mostly burning lust and it didn't last very long at all. But while it lasted, it was superb! The feel of the fuck itself was amplified by the satin and silk surrounding my body, and I knew that I was doing the right thing.

    When I finally came and Kyle collapsed next to me, I decided to tell him. I was slightly afraid, in case he would hate the idea. But, better to know now than when I had real breasts!

    So, when we were both breathing normally again, I asked, "Kyle, did you like my little surprise?"

    "Very, very much, Kev. You look beautiful in women's clothes."

    "Really? Ah...what would you think if I was to always wear them?"

    There was silence for a moment, and then he sat up next to me. I could see a gleam in his eye, but I couldn't tell what it signified. He scanned my form and finally said, "That depends, lover. To what extend?"

    "I...I want to do what you did, only in reverse. I've been taking pills now since our first week as lovers, and I just got a shipment of frilly underwear today. I figured that once we're on our own, you can help me walk, talk, and act like a woman. Then, we would be a perfect couple - you a transsexual woman and me a transsexual man, don't you think?" My heart was in my eyes - while I had begun my plan as a gesture of affection for Kyle (or something like that), I now truly felt like I had to become the apparent female in our relationship. I wanted breasts probably as much as Kyle had wanted to get rid of his. I hoped he would let me continue my plan.

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