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Accidental Woman - Chapter 3
🕑 Added 2024-06-26 14:47:01 +0000 UTCOTHER CHAPTER | ALL STORY LIST
Over the next six weeks, Daryl embraced being feminine. His type-A personality is shown through everything he does. He decided to be absolutely the best effeminate man he could be. Not only did he shave his legs, he removed the masculine hair from most of his body.
He and Jordyn regularly visited a nearby salon that was friendly to transgender girls. Daryl happily paid for the outings.
Receiving his wages by tips alone was working perfectly. Not only was he making $500-600 per week, but living with Jordyn reduced their expenses.
"Ouch," Daryl snapped being careful not to move. He was having his eyebrows shaped and the beautician had just removed the last piece of wax. "Don't be such a baby," Jordyn teased. She was having a facial. Daryl didn't understand why Jordyn liked having facials. Jordyn's skin was smooth and without blemish.
Every woman should have such skin. "Pain is the price you pay for beauty," Jordyn continued.
"I think the price I'm paying is inflated," Daryl answered back. The truth was Daryl enjoyed every minute with Jordyn and going to the salon together was a particular thrill.
"They're all finished," the beautician said. Her name was Patsy. She was at least fifty years old and had a bleached blonde bouffant hairdo. Daryl wondered why a woman in her business would be so far behind style.
He just hoped she wouldn't feel the urge to mold him in her image. Patsy spun Daryl around so he could see the changes. His smile told Patsy everything she needed to know.
She had styled his red wig to fit his face better. He now had soft bangs over his forehead and a delicate wave on the right side. The style framed his face to give him a much softer, feminine look. The hair curled in the back and lay gently on his shoulders.
Patsy had also shaped his eyebrows in a thin arc just above his natural brow line. She also curled his eyelashes and showed him how he could repeat the process on his own. Daryl's ears, now pierced, displayed silicon-studded earrings.
"Perfect," Daryl said excitedly. "I love what you've done.
You're a miracle worker.' "Nah honey, just an overworked saint," Patsy said with a loud laugh.
Daryl and Jordyn joined her in laughing. As Daryl paid Patsy, he noticed the time. "We're going to have to run or we'll be late for work," Daryl paused, "again."
"Don't worry, they couldn't run the club without us," Jordyn said confidently. Daryl made an appointment with Patsy for the following week.
He wanted Patsy to style another wig for him, a Peggy-Sue brunette wig. Daryl wanted to wear it on more conservative occasions. As they entered the apartment, Jordyn streaked to the bathroom and said, "Me first."
The main problem with a small apartment is the lack of bathroom space. It always turned into a race. Tonight, however, Daryl didn't mind letting Jordyn go first. It would allow Daryl to make a grand exit in his new outfit. Daryl sat on the sofa bed.
In his rush to go shopping with Jordyn, he had left the bed out today. He didn't feel like folding it up now, he wanted to look at his prize. He purchased the outfit while Jordyn was looking at some new heels. He refused to show it to her until he was wearing it.
"Okay," Jordyn said as she exited the bathroom in record time. "I'm done. Now go put it on so I can see it." Daryl happily complied.
He quickly washed up and reapplied his makeup. Since he was going to the club, he applied it heavier than normal.
He wanted to make a big impression tonight. He sat on the toilet and forced himself to pee. He was going to tuck in his genitals tonight and he wouldn't be able to release them for several hours.
After Daryl finished his business, he started his favorite part of the dressing routine.
He took a new pair of 15 Denier ultra sheer black pantyhose out of his shopping bag. He slowly rolled them onto each leg. Daryl is thrilled with the feel of the nylons against his skin. He massaged his thighs, delighting in the sensation. He shook off the trance and continued to dress.
Daryl opened his shopping bag and held up his prize.
He was timid at first, wondering if he should even attempt to wear it. His fears were overcome when he remembered how excited he was when he first saw it in the store window. Daryl decided to throw caution to the wind and live out his fantasy.
He slid his new satin leather corset around his middle. He struggled for a bit, adjusting the laces on the back.
He pulled them tight, wanting to get the perfect hourglass figure.
Daryl adjusted the garters and carefully hooked each to the pantyhose. As he hooked the pantyhose to the corset, he noticed his erection. He thought about masturbating, as he had done for so many nights.
But he didn't have time this evening. Instead, he grabbed a cold washcloth and applied it to his cock and scrotum.
They swiftly shrink allowing Daryl to tuck them in and secure them with his black gaff. He then covered the gaff with a pair of red panties.
He would need to take special care to hide the gaff tonight. Daryl inserted his silicon breast enhancers into the corset. The corset had small black patterns across the midsection and a plunging neckline.
The corset showed off his ample chest without betraying the secret of his breasts. Next was a leather patent mini-skirt.
Daryl carefully pulled it over his legs. After adjusting it to its proper place, he pulled up on the zipper in the back. It was a very tight fit.
Daryl pivoted to the side so he could see the fit in the mirror. The skirt would require some getting used to, but Daryl loved how the tight leather formed around his ass.
Daryl took his last purchase from the bag, a pair of 4-inch black classic pumps. Daryl had become very proficient in walking in high heels. Still, working all night in these shoes would be a challenge. He slipped them on and then put on the matching black sequenced jacket. He checked his look in the bathroom mirror.
He was very proud of what he had accomplished. Daryl found Jordyn in the kitchen munching on some Saltines. When Jordyn looked up, Daryl spun around in front of her and said, "Well, what do you think?"
He stood frozen for a moment, arms out to the side, seeking Jordyn's approval. Jordyn's mouth nearly hit the floor. Small bits of Saltines fell out of her mouth as she exclaimed, "Wowza."
Daryl grinned. Jordyn continued. "You look fantastic. That outfit must have cost you a fortune."
"It was a little expensive. But tonight is Friday our busiest night. With any luck, this little number will help me pay for it and earn a good profit in just one shift."
Daryl answered. Jordyn laughed and said, "Don't you think about anything besides business. I'm sure that outfit could get you more than just tips." A surprised look came over Jordyn's face.
"Oh, I know just the thing to go with it," she said. Jordyn went to her bedroom and emerged with a choker.
It was light blue and had a camisole hanging from it. She stood behind Daryl and put it on him. "This is lovely," Daryl said. "Where did you get it?"
"My mom gave it to me years ago," Jordyn answered. "I shouldn't wear this," Daryl said. "It just wouldn't be right."
"Yes, it is," Jordyn snapped.
"I want you to wear it," she said shyly. Daryl was very touched. Jordyn adored her mother. It meant a lot to Daryl for Jordyn to let him wear such a personal gift. He grabbed his favorite black clutch purse and took Jordyn by the arm.
"Come' on, let's get going," he said with a huge smile.
As they walked up to the club, Delicia teased Daryl unmercifully about her new outfit. Daryl and Delicia had become good friends and he enjoyed her ribbing.
The two waitresses were soon busy as the club filled with the large Friday evening crowd. Just before Jordyn was scheduled to begin her first show, Salazar pulled Daryl aside.
"I have someone I want you to meet," he said to Daryl in Spanish.
"My cousin Carlos is visiting." Daryl's mind was occupied with the orders he had just taken and wasn't watching where Salazar was leading him.
As Daryl turned the corner to step through the kitchen door, he bumped into something that knocked him off his feet.
Daryl propped himself up to a setting position. Two massive hands grabbed him under the armpits and pulled him up to his feet.
Daryl looked up into a set of deep dark eyes. His breath was taken away, and not by the fall. "I'm sorry. Are you okay?" The large man in front of her asked. He spoke in English with a Latin accent and had an innocent smile on his face. "Oh yes, I'm fine," Daryl replied. "I guess you must be Carlos."
"Yes I am," Carlos replied. "Salazar has told me so much about you. He said you have been very kind to him.
Anytime he needed help understanding the language you were always patient and available." Daryl blushed and said, "Thanks, it really wasn't that big of a deal. Would you like to sit down and have a beer?"
"That sounds great," Carlos replied. Daryl led him to a small-unoccupied table. Daryl quickly went to the bar and returned with a bottle and glass. "You look like a Corona man," Daryl said. "That's right," Carlos replied gleefully. "How did you know?"
"After you've been waiting tables awhile, you pick up on these things," Daryl explained. Daryl sat down next to him. Daryl took the time to look over Carlos.
He was the antithesis of Salazar. Carlos was tall and broad-shouldered with a square jaw and powerful chest. His smile was wonderful and brilliant with dancing mysterious eyes.
Dark wavy hair topped his magnificent form. "So do you live here in Philadelphia?" Daryl asked. "No I live in Dover," Carlos answered. "I own a small construction company there. I sponsored Salazar so he could obtain his green card. I thought I'd come and check to see how he was doing."
"Well I hope you will come back and visit me ... eh ... us more often," Daryl said.
Daryl's time as an executive prepared him to talk to large groups of people. His time waiting tables had given him experience flirting with everyone.
This guy, however, seemed to make him very nervous.
"I'm sure I will," Carlos answered. "Salazar failed to tell me he had such lovely co-workers."
Daryl looked down at the floor. He was used to flirting with the customers, but for some reason, he didn't feel comfortable flirting with Carlos.
"I guess I need to get back to work," Daryl quietly said. "Don't go anywhere. I'll be back to check on you."
Daryl spent the rest of the evening keeping one eye on Carlos.
She stopped by often making small talk with him. Every time a girl of any gender would approach Carlos, Daryl managed to run them off like a mother hen protecting her chicks.
After Jordyn's last show, the club started to clear out. Carlos stayed at his table, seemingly waiting for Daryl. Daryl stood at the bar, settling the tabs with Jim.
"That is one fine man," Delicia said as she approached Daryl.
"Who are you talking about?" Daryl innocently asked. "You know who I'm talking about," Delicia said. "That Spanish hottie you've been eyeing all night, not that I blame you girlfriend. If you hadn't already claimed him, I'd be all over him." Daryl giggled.
"Delicia, you know that I'm not gay. We're just friends."
"Uh-huh," Delicia replied. "We should all have friends like that.
Oh, Jordyn told me to tell you that she was going home and locking herself in her bedroom, just in case you wanted some privacy." Daryl didn't know what to say, so he went to Carlos' table.
"Can I do ...
I mean get anything else for you?" Carlos grinned and said, "No, I'm fine. How much do I owe you?"
"It's on the house," Daryl answered. Daryl sat down in one of the chairs and began to rub her leg.
"Oh, my legs hurt. It's been a long night."
Carlos took Daryl's outstretched leg and laid Daryl's aching foot in his lap. He started to massage Daryl's calf. Daryl could feel his rough calloused hands through the nylons.
He gently kneaded Daryl's arch like a small mound of dough. It felt so good and erotic. Daryl closed his eyes and enjoyed every second. "How does that feel," Carlos asked.
"I'm going to give you a half hour to stop that," Daryl replied. Carlos laughed and took the other leg.
He started a similar treatment with it. Daryl relaxed and let his tension melt away. He opened his eyes to find the club nearly empty.
"Oh, I guess it's time to go home," Daryl said.
"I'll walk you to your car," Carlos said. "I don't drive," Daryl answered. "I live in a little apartment close by."
"Okay, I'll walk you home then," Carlos said. As the couple stepped outside, Daryl said, "Carlos, you know that I'm not a complete woman don't you?"
"Yes, but you are more than enough woman for me," he answered. Daryl was more nervous than ever. He really didn't know what to expect at this point from Carlos. Daryl decided to set things straight.
"Uh, Carlos, I'm not gay," Daryl stated.
"I'm not either," Carlos said.
Daryl continued to be confused. It was cool out that evening and Daryl shivered in the breeze. Carlos said, "You're cold.
Here stand next to me out of the wind." Carlos put his arm around Daryl's shoulders. Daryl put her arm around his lower back.
Daryl immediately felt warmer. The heat, however, was coming from the inside. Daryl could not believe how quickly they arrived at his building.
He was enjoying Carlos' company so much, he thought about walking around the block. Instead, he stopped at the stoop and said, "This is it.
I guess we're home." Daryl looked up into Carlos' eyes. He didn't know what to say. Daryl felt Carlos' hands taking him by the shoulders. He pulled Daryl close and kissed him on the lips.
Daryl placed his hands palms down on Carlo's chest. Carlos' lips burned on his. Daryl opened his mouth slightly letting Carlo's tongue slip inside. Carlos explored Daryl's mouth sending cold chills down Daryl's back. Suddenly,
Daryl broke off the kiss. A thousand thoughts raced through Daryl's mind. What was he doing?
Daryl had just let a man kiss him and enjoyed it. If kissing a man was so wrong, why did he like it so much?
Daryl stood there like a deer in the headlights of an oncoming car. Carlos didn't know how to react to Daryl's sudden lack of interest in him.
"I guess I had better get going," he said. "No wait," Daryl exclaimed. "Don't you want to come upstairs and have some coffee?" Daryl asked.
"I'd love to," Carlos enthusiastically answered. Daryl took him by the hand and led him up the stairs. Daryl reasoned to himself that it was just a kiss. It really didn't mean anything.
He and Carlos would just talk over coffee and maybe Carlos would finish giving him a massage. As Daryl groped to open the door with the key, he realized that he didn't drink coffee and that there was none in the house.
"Carlos, you know I'm not gay, right?" Daryl asked as he stepped inside. "Yes, I know," Carlos said with a knowing smile.
"Well, this is it," Daryl said as he turned on the lamp nearest to the door. The lamp was the type that had three different bulbs. The first click turned the light on very bright, the second was for dimmer light, and the third had a special blue bulb that gave the room a passionate bluish tint.
Daryl didn't realize it at the time, but he clicked the lamp three times. He turned his back to Carlos and motioned around the room and said, "It's very small but comfortable."
"Just like you," Carlos said taking Daryl by the hips. He kissed Daryl gently on the nape of the neck.
Daryl enjoyed his playfulness. He turned around and let Carlos kiss him again. Daryl felt Carlos' powerful chest press against him.
Daryl was dying to see it, so he started unbuttoning Carlos' shirt. Carlos broke off the kiss and helped remove the shirt. His chest was tanned and hairy.
Daryl could tell the muscles came from hard work, not hanging around a gym all day. Daryl playfully ran his hands over it, lightly touching it to see if it was real. Daryl worked his way down to Carlos' jeans. Daryl's curiosity ran wild. He wondered what Carlos looked like down there.
Daryl tried to justify his actions. He wasn't going to do anything; he just wanted to see. Daryl slowly unbuckled Carlos' belt and began to unzip him. Carlos kissed Daryl on the forehead and let Daryl explore.
Carlos' jeans hit the floor along with his briefs. His manhood was erect and waiting. Daryl had never noticed other men's cocks.
But this one seemed so inviting. It was long, firm, and straight as an arrow.
Daryl slipped his hand down and touched it, just to see if it really was hard. Carlos made it jump just as Daryl touched him.
"OW!" Daryl exclaimed. "Did I do that?" Daryl asked as he giggled uncontrollably.
"Yes babe, you did," Carlos answered. He took Daryl in his arms and kissed him hard. Daryl did not fight him and wrapped his arms around Carlos' neck.
Daryl felt Carlos' hard cock pushing against his stomach. Daryl could feel himself gently falling but he was not afraid. Carlos had laid them down on the sofa bed and was now on top of Daryl.
The couple passionately kissed. After several minutes, Carlos asked, "Do you have any condoms?"
"Yes," Daryl answered. "I think there is some in the end table." Carlos reached over and opened the drawer. He retrieved a box of condoms and a tube of KY Jelly. Daryl helped him open the box and placed the condom on Carlos' enlarged cock.
Carlos handed Daryl the tube of lubricant and started to remove Daryl's gaff and panties. That's when it occurred to Daryl. Carlos wanted to stick his cock into Daryl's ass. "Eh, Carlos," Daryl said. "I'm not gay."
"I know babe," Carlos replied. He took the lubricant and covered the condom. He then laid Daryl down and applied lubricant to Daryl's waiting rosebud. Paralyzed with fear, Daryl was speechless. He didn't know what to do or say. Daryl's cock certainly knew what to do. It sprang to life and started to grow hard.
Carlos carefully massaged the gel around and into Daryl's man pussy. Daryl felt Carlos' sausage-like finger penetrate him. He didn't fight it. Daryl felt helpless. He was on his back putting his legs up in the air. Soon Carlos would be entering him.
Part of Daryl wanted to cry out "STOP." He knew that if he did, Carlos would go no further.
The overwhelming desire that was stirring inside of him silenced the part of Daryl that was afraid. Daryl could feel his heart pounding with anticipation. Soon he would be someone he never dreamed of becoming.
Carlos places Daryl's still nylon-covered legs on his massive shoulders.
He slowly placed his head inside of Daryl. Daryl shook his head from side to side and repeated, "I'm not gay, I'm not gay." Carlos gently pushed his shaft into Daryl. Daryl felt more pressure than pain as Carlos entered. The wonderful sensation he felt overcame the small sting.
Daryl had previously never felt this way. He had been with many women, always coming away satisfied.
His lover was now stimulating him, making Daryl feel desired and wanted. Suddenly he could care less if he were gay or straight.
All Daryl wanted was for Carlos to continue pleasing him. Carlos stopped his stroke when his cock was fully in Daryl.
He wanted to give Daryl time to adjust to him. He kissed Daryl's calves through the nylons. The touch of Carlos' lips on the inside of his thigh drove Daryl wild.
"Oh yes, make love to me," Daryl pleaded. Carlos was happy to oblige. He expertly began to pump Daryl. His strokes were long and slow. He moved in a slightly upward motion.
His rock-hard cock rubbed Daryl's genital muscles from the back. Daryl became very excited. Carlos was arousing him in a new and wonderful way.
"Don't stop, faster, faster," Daryl begged. Daryl grabbed Carlos' ass and squeezed it hard. He wanted Carlos' to get further inside of him. Carlos picked up the pace and drove Daryl to the edge.
Daryl's heart pounded and he panted for breath. Carlos abruptly stopped and said, "Roll over." Daryl smiled and happily obeyed. He got on all fours and waited for his lover to take him again.
Carlos did not disappoint. Daryl grasped the bed and waited for Carlos' large hot cock to enter him. Carlos forcefully grabbed Daryl by the hips and inserted his manhood. Daryl screamed with excitement and matched his hip motion with Carlos' lunges. He folded his arms underneath his body.
Daryl couldn't believe what was happening to him. He just wanted this to continue.
"Deeper, deeper," Daryl pleaded. Carlos didn't disappoint and rammed Daryl harder and harder. "Carlos, I'm going to cum!" Daryl yelled. Daryl shot his sperm onto the bed. He moaned joyfully and continued his motion. "I want to feel you cum inside me," Daryl cried. "I am babe, I am," Carlos said. His cock pulsated as his heavy load shot through the shaft. Daryl moaned with glee as she felt his climax. Carlos continued to cum for what seemed like an eternity.
Finally, he stopped and relaxed. He cautiously removed his penis, holding onto the condom so it wouldn't come off inside of Daryl. Daryl collapsed on the bed. He was worn out, excited, confused, aroused, and afraid all at the same time.
Daryl didn't want to think about the consequences of his actions. He didn't want to think about what tomorrow might bring. All he wanted to do was sleep.
He was physically and emotionally exhausted. Carlos' Popeye-like arm soon engulfed Daryl.
Daryl put his arm on top of Carlos' arm and he pulled Carlos close.
The two lovers were cuddling in the spoon position. Daryl could feel Carlos' now shrinking penis in his lower back. Daryl felt warm and very relaxed.
For the first time since Daryl went on the run, he felt safe and secure. He went into a deep, deep sleep.
The rhythmic patter of the rain on the window was the first sound Daryl heard the next morning. He didn't want to crack open his eyes, he just wanted to lie there peacefully.
He wondered if last night was just a dream. He wondered if he really did make love to a man. Daryl received his answer when he felt the large hairy arm under his. He pulled it close to him, not wanting to let the moment go.
Comments
Jerry
Wow! Holy F. That went from zero to 60. That was a celestial union. Safe, sane, and consensual though, right? Carlos sounds like a man who has a very specific type
Brianna Demonet
Way to go Daryl! Carlos sounds like a gentleman stud! We should all be so lucky!
