The Stripper and the Cake
a Timber Grove Story
by TGTrinity
Julio starred in the changing room mirror and admired what he saw. His body was covered in muscle, and that was covered in a nice tan he had been working on all summer. With a few flexes he continued to admire the results of long hours at the gym, and long runs on the beach.
Only a year earlier he was broke, overweight and had no luck with the ladies. That all changed when a friend had told him how much money he had made as a male stripper. At first, Julio thought the idea was crazy, until his friend showed him how much was in his savings account. He gave him a card that said “TGED: Timber Grove Exotic Dancers” and told him all he had to do was get in shape and he could get a job.
Julio resisted at first, but after losing his job at the Coho Resort Casino he thought he had no choice. A gym membership later and he had taken care of his weight issue. With that came the eventual hire at TGED, which solved his money problems. As Julio starred in the mirror thinking about far he had come, he looked down at the girls ass he was currently fucking and figured he had also solved his lady issues.
“Oooh, fuck! Fuck me,” the girl screamed in pleasure.
Julio began thrusting deeper as he gripped this girls lovely ass even harder. Sweat was now dripping off his body, and he knew he was close to finishing.
“Julio! I’m cumming! You’re making me cum!”
He said nothing as he dug his fingers into her flesh and came deep inside of her.
“Oh, fuck… Julio… I didn’t think… Fuck.” It wasn’t the first time Julio had fucked one of the new dancers speechless, but he was still particularly proud of himself.
“You weren’t so bad yourself, Trina.”
“It’s… it’s Tina,” she added with a small smile.
“Oh, sorry, Tina.” He then said nothing as he pulled out of her and cleaned himself up.
“That’s the first time I’ve ever let a guy do that.” This was also not the first time he had talked a girl into anal, another proud moment for him.
“And?”
“It was amazing… but, I still kinda hurt…”
“The pain will go away… just focus on the pleasure,” as he said this slid on a small g-string and somehow got his entire dick to fit inside. Tina nodded as she pulled on some white panties and replaced her bra. “So, what do you have on the books tonight, Tina?”
“Oh, I have a bachelor party at the Resort.”
“Nice, there is a lot of money to be had when it’s at the Resort.”
Tina was now putting on some blush and straightening her hair. “Yeah… except I have to jump out of a fucking cake.”
Julio laughed at this. “No shit, I have a cake job tonight too.”
“Bachelorette?”
“No, I’m not so lucky tonight. It’s a woman's 40th birthday.” He was now buttoning up a black leather vest and pulling up some black skintight shorts.
“Is that good money?”
Julio sighed as he ran some gel through his blonde hair. “No, I’ll probably only walk away with a couple hundred. Which sucks, because I worked a bachelorette party last week where I got a cool thousand…” He had also fucked the maid of honor, but he didn’t want to share that bit of information.
“Oh. Well, I guess they all can’t be wedding parties…”
Julio seemed done with the conversation and walked out the door. “Good luck tonight, Trina.”
Tina did not correct him this time. “You too, Julio.”
He walked out to the small loading area that TGED had, simply for this occasion. He saw the two cakes, both identical, surrounded by TGED staff and sighed again.
“Julio, you’ll be just fine.” It was his friend, Trent, who had gotten him the job.
“40th?”
“Hey, they can’t all be horny bridesmaids.”
“I guess not,” Julio added as he jumped up on the cart and sat in one half of the cake. “You owe me for this.”
“Fuck you, I do. I got you this job and you’ve done pretty fucking well for yourself,” Trent added with a laugh. He was right, of course, and when Julio watched Tina walk out he thought again of how lucky he was. Last year he couldn’t get laid to save his life. Now he had just ass-fucked a gorgeous 19 year old dancer… dancing for a bunch of 40 year old women was worth it for that.
“Alright you two, remember to get them to sign off on your work for the night. Tina, you have a $500 tip built in, but watch out for the best man. He was asking for you to go further than TGED allows, and he knows that… but he will probably throw a lot of money in your face. Honey, don’t do it.” Trent was very protective of the dancers, especially the young naive types that would let a male dancer fuck them in the ass.
“Got it.”
“Julio… you’ve only got a $100 dollar tip built in. Sorry.” Trent shrugged and Julio returned it. “Okay, we’ll get you in the cakes then you’ll have about a 45 minute wait until you pop out. Remember, Tina, straight up, then out.”
“Got it.”
“Alright… you two have a great night.” As Trent said this, the other workers in the room went about sealing the two inside their respective cakes. It took about 15 minutes to have the large cakes combined and looking passable, and few minutes to ensure they would not cave in on themselves.
During all of the hustle, a new worker accidentally backed into the table that was holding the paperwork for the nights activities. It was quickly a mess on the floor, and Trent came over to help clean it up.
“It’s alright, Kevin, it’s a tight space to be working in.”
The worker gave a forced smile as he fought back his embarrassment. Soon everything was ready to go and the cakes were wheeled into two large delivery vans.
Julio hated the waiting, and the sound of the table getting knocked over almost made him jump out of the cake. Instead, he just waited patiently. The next thing he knew he was getting moved onto the van, and he heard the muffled well wishes from Trent. What followed was a long drive to some backwoods house in Timber Grove where a bunch of old women waited for him. During the drive he thought about the odds of giving the birthday gal a heart attack. This could happen one of two ways: Either the shock of him jumping out of the cake, or the shock of her seeing his massive cock.
This last thought made him laugh, and made the long wait a little more bearable.
Soon he could feel the van come to a stop and the sensation of being moved from the van. He never asked if he was going to be on a stationary table or a rolling one, and he now knew it was the latter. He was wheeled along for a little while… then a little while longer. He had no idea how big this lady's house was, but it seemed to be huge.
After a fre more minutes he was finally stopped and he heard two taps from underneath him, the telltale sign that the he was in place and the workers were gone. Now he would wait for the second sign of three taps to jump out and start dancing.
He heard muffled sounds from the room. There was some music playing and he heard some laughter… only it didn’t sound right to him. Before he could think about what was different he heard the three taps and he pressed with all of his force against the top of the cake.
A second later he was free from the cake with his hands in the air… only what he saw did not match up with what he was expecting. He was surrounded by a group of young men shouting and whistling holding drinks and stacks of money. In the corner he saw a guy with a gold crown on his head, standing next to a guy with “Best Fucking Man” on his shirt.
He had been delivered to the wrong location.
But something else was wrong. The young men were still whistling and cat calling, which led Julio to take a closer examination of the situation. A quick look down revealed all that he needed to know.
Somehow, he was now a woman.
Julio stared down at her new body and time seemed to stand still. She was lean, toned with tanned skin. Brown curls fell past her shoulders, and she was somehow wearing a tiny white button up shirt with a plaid skirt. The shirt was hiding the real surprise: a modest pair of perky tits.
“What the fuck!?” Julio said aloud, though the music was too loud for anyone else to hear. Her shock was clearly not being recognized by the men, who were still cat calling and whistling as if nothing strange had happened.
For a moment Julio just held her pose hoping it would come off as thematic, but she was really taking stock of this new body. Even though it was much smaller than her male body, it felt strong and agile. She did a few arm motions, again looking like a show but really a ploy to feel the situation out… and deciding whether or not to run out the door.
She felt that she should be freaking out, but she was somehow calm in the moment. Maybe it was her arrogance coming through… but she felt she was so good that she could get through this event no problem. She’d been to enough practices with the girls of TGED that this should be no problem.
Not to mention all the money...
She made up her mind and after a few moments she flashed a big smile and walked down out of the cake. There was more whistling and clapping, and she just played along. Now that she was out of the cake she saw that she had long, lean legs with the hips any dancer would kill for. As soon as she was on solid ground she did a little twirl, more showing off for the boys while she continued to check herself out.
She thought about talking for a moment, but decided that would be a little too strange, so she played the silent game. She walked over to the Groom and picked him up by the hand. He was fairly handsome, maybe a couple years older than herself.
“Oh, yeah. It’s on now,” it was the guy in the “Best Fucking Man” shirt egging the Groom on. She could tell the Groom was a little nervous, but that was no different than many of the Brides she had danced for.hair
She sat the Groom down in a chair and began dancing for him. She tried to hit all the greatest hits: Bending over to touch her toes, gyrating on his leg and pressing her tits into his chest. It wasn’t until she sat on his lap that things proceeded to get weirder, as her plump new backside came in contact with his straining cock.
The first tinge of shame tried to enter her mind. She was grinding all over a guy who had a massive erection. Only hours ago she was balls deep in a beautiful girl, now she was dry humping some guy she just met.
The shame was swept away when the Groom took a handful of bills and through them into the air, making it rain dollar bills… or so she thought. She looked down at the bills and saw that they were tens, something she had never seen before.
“Let’s get on with it.”
She knew what the “Best Fucking Man” was asking for, and she fell sway to all that money. Her hands began unbuttoning her blouse as she swayed in front of the groom. The motions were coming to her rather naturally, and from the shouts and yells they couldn’t tell there was a man a the wheel. Before she knew it her top was being thrown across the room and she was in a white bra and plaid skirt.
With this done she began to work the room, and she felt something she had never felt before when she was dancing as a man. It seemed that the women who hired male dancers felt like they owned them. There was always a sense of power on the faces of the women who would put dollars in his speedo.
This was different; There was a longing in these men’s faces. They looked like they would do anything to touch her, and it made her feel powerful.
Some of the guys reached up to cop a feel, but Julio swatted their hands away with a knowing smile. As she passed the “Best Fucking Man” she felt him swat her on the ass. Typically she would be mad at such an advancement, but she just turned and smiled.
This was the first moment when fear entered her mind. She was just doing this for the money, but she just absent-mindedly flirted with some sleazy guy. She shook the thought from her head and just focused on getting out of this situation with as much money as she could.
Back at the Groom she began to undo her plaid skirt, taking as much time as she felt she could get away with. She then put her feet together and directed her ass directly as the the Groom as she bent at the waist and dropped the skirt. She looked back over her shoulder as the Groom squirmed in his chair, obviously liking what he saw.
Not only did the Groom like what he saw, but so did Julio. Her ass was magnificent, the envy of any girl as short as she was now. She decided to show it off to the rest of the bachelors, and they all yelled their approval as well.
Now she was just in a white pair of bra and panties, and she knew what would be coming next. Instead of going straight for topless, she returned to giving the Groom a lovely little lap dance. She did many of the same moves as before, the only difference being how big the Grooms cock felt against her unclothed ass.
The music changed and she felt it was time for the big payoff. She walked around the Groom a few times as she unclasped her bra. The hooting and hollering was at a fever pitch now, and she knew that it was only going to get louder. She brought both hands up to cup her perky breasts as her bra fell to the ground. She made them wait for what seemed like an eternity as she teased them. As she did so she noticed how much bigger her tits were than she thought. They were easily a C cup, and a very perky C cup at that.
In a sudden flash she dropped her hands and revealed her tits. This was met with more whistling and more money being thrown. Never had she seen so much money, nor had she ever hear of so much being spent. This made her ego grow even more, and she pressed her naked chest into the Grooms face. She heard laughter from the guys as she did so, and she even laughed herself… until she felt him lick her tit.
The sensation that went through her was electric, and almost made her buckle at the knees. She backed away for a moment as the Groom changed in front of her from some nervous college kid to a powerful, desirable man.
The bass was pounding so hard now that she could not focus. The part of her that was screaming for her to run to the door was being drowned out.
“More! More! More!” It was the “Best Fucking Man” again, this time starting to get the other boys all ramped up for the grand finale.
The shouts gave her focus again and she went back to working the room. As she did so she realized that she was a good two feet closer than she was the first time she went around, and as such she got much more contact from the guys. She even was pulled onto a couple of laps, and she took her time getting up… especially when they began stuffing tens in her panties.
Once or twice a guy got a little too close to “Home” and she had to move away, but she could feel that the next time around she might not have any resistance left.
In front of the groom again she did a little dance, caressing her tits and running her hands down the length of her body. She faced the Groom and locked eyes with him. Everything seemed to melt away, and she felt like she was giving a private dance now. She gripped his knee with her thighs and began to grind against him hard. He never raised his hands up to touch, but his eyes never left hers.
“More! More! More!” Again the shouts brought her out of her haze. They were asking for more and she was going to give it.
She pulled the waistband of her white cotton panties and played with it. She thought the yelling was loud before, but it was at a fever pitch now. The “Best Fucking Man” was working them into a mob, and she knew she had to deliver fast.
Slowly she began to pull down her panties, all the while maintaining eye contact with the Groom. Before she knew it they were off and she raised one foot onto the Groom’s chair, giving him an upclose view of her new pussy.
She almost expected him to lean forward and kiss it, but he didn’t. As she began to work her hips in a circular motion, she thought about how that made her feel. Part of her was glad that he didn’t try anything, while another part of her was sad at the missed opportunity.
Either way she felt she gave the Groom enough of a chance, so she turned her attention to the room. With each step she could feel another hand on her sweat covered naked flesh. The longing in their faces was something else, but she continued to focus on the vast amount of money on the floor.
Julio’s ego was inflating as she began to think of how her dancing and this body could make millions of dollars together. She thought of all the strip clubs in Vegas that would kill to have her, and she could probably parlay that into a modeling career… or something else entirely.
All she knew was she was moments away from finishing this event and collecting the biggest payday of her life. All she had to do was a couple of moves and wait for the song to end.
Then suddenly, her entire outlook changed. One of the guys had gotten a little too brave and had moved his hand right up her inner thigh. She wanted to turn around and slap him, but just like the lick from the Groom it almost made her collapse over with emotion.
She regained her composure quickly, but the “Best Fucking Man” had taken notice. As she circled by him, he lightly grabbed her arm and pulled her close so he could whisper in her ear. “Ten Grand if you go further…”
Trent had warned Tina that the best man was looking for more than just a show. Julio had doubted Tina’s resolve, since she had just ass-fucked her. Now presented with the same offer, Julio could feel her resolve breaking. The “Best Fucking Man” released her and she shimmied over to the Groom. She pressed her entire naked body against him, and slowly moved down until she was on her knees in front of him. She looked up into the Groom’s eyes and there was no hesitation at all.
Julio was at a crucial junction, and more money than she could make in a month was on the line...
And Julio’s ego was something else.
In his rise from overweight loser to sought after male dancer, his confidence skyrocketed. It was this confidence that women paid to see. It was also what allowed him to fuck countless beautiful naive dancers and lonely young housewives. Now his ego was pushing him to become the most sought after dancer in Timber Grove… even if it was as a woman.
It was Julio’s ego unzipping the Grooms pants and freeing his cock.
The crowd of men was going wild now, and when she took the Groom’s cock in her mouth they exploded with cheers. Julio had never gone down on a man before, but he had many girls do it to him so he had some idea of what to do.
The Groom was holding her hair now as she bobbed up and down on him. She never felt guilty for sucking off a guy who was going to be married the next day. All she was thinking about was that ten grand the “Best Fucking Man” had promised her, and how a BJ was a small price to pay.
“Holy, Fuck!” The Groom screamed as Julio began massaging his balls.
“Better than Marie!?” The “Best Fucking Man” asked.
“Fuck yeah! This is amazing!”
It was that sort of statement that just made Julio’s ego inflate even more. She could feel his cock growing and pulsing in her mouth, and she began to feel pretty good herself. It was then that she realized she had one hand on her new pussy, massaging it slowly… and it felt great.
“More! More! More!” That fucking “Best Fucking Man” ever was inciting the men again, and Julio knew just what to do. Without removing her mouth from the Groom’s cock, she got up on her feet and bent at the waist. Her ass was now on display for the entire crowd, and they certainly appreciated the view.
One hand still rubbed her new slit, while the other held onto the chair for support. When she slipped one finger inside, she about lost all control. It was nothing like she had felt inside a woman, the feeling making her entire body come to life.
“Look how wet she is!”
It was someone in the crowd yelling, and she had no reason to disbelieve him. She was as moist as any girl she had been with, perhaps even more so.
As she looked up into the Groom’s eyes, she saw him get a big smile on his face. She thought this meant he was about to come, but instead something entirely different happened. She felt a hand on her ass and turned to see the “Best Fucking Man” standing behind her with his cock out. She knew what he intended to do, but her mouth was full of cock so she could say nothing.
“Do it! Do it! Do it!”
Julio knew there was nothing she could do, so she just braced herself for the inevitable.
“Do it! Do it! Do it!”
Without any invitation, or any hesitation, the “Best Fucking Man” plunged his cock all the way inside her, causing Julio shout in rather muffled joy. She now had one cock in her mouth and another in her new pussy, and she was loving it.
The crowd was louder than ever now, the sight of the Best Man and Groom hooking up with such a hot dancer sending them into a frenzy.
With the “Best Fucking Man” plunging in and out of her, she began to put more effort into getting the Groom off. She began licking and sucking harder, and after a few moments she felt him tense up as he began to unload in her mouth. Julio had always loved it when girls took it all, so he swallowed it like a pro.
With the Grooms rapidly limping cock still in her mouth, she experienced her first orgasm as a woman. Electricity spread through her entire body and her skin tingled more than it had ever in her life. For a moment she felt weak, but that soon passed as she began giving all of her attention to the “Best Fucking Man”.
In a moment she had him on the ground and was bouncing up and down on his cock. Her perky tits bounced ever so slightly, before he leaned up and began sucking on them. Behind her the Groom was zipping up his fly with a big smile on his face, and she just smiled back.
Her second orgasm was followed by another before the “Best Fucking Man” came. Julio’s ego kept her from jumping off as he did so, drowning out the screams from his common sense. He tried to lean up and kiss her, but Julio lightly slapped him away and shook her finger.
The crowd burst into laughter as she slapped him, but the “Best Fucking Man” took it all in stride. He simply grinned as Julio removed herself from him and bowed in front of everyone. She could feel something dribbling down the inside of her thigh, but that was neither here nor there right now. What was more pressing was the large wad of cash the “Best Fucking Man” put in her hand as she gathered up her clothes.
When everything was said and done, Julio had made over $15,000 dollars for one hour of work. The oddity of the van picking her up and the driver referring to her as Jules, along with everyone back at the shop, was lost on her. She had just made a shit load of money, and she knew that she could make even more.
“Jules” was in high demand, and over the next few weeks she made more than she ever did as “Julio”. Most shows were just your standard fair, but often she would stay after and fuck someone for some extra cash. She only did it if no one else was around, as Trent continued to warn her that people were expecting more and more from her.
One night after having a threeway with a couple of High School guys graduating, she was working out with Tina in the small gym at the shop. She had quickly become good friends with Tina, finding it odd since her last act as a man was fucking her new friend in the ass. The sight of them on the treadmills must of been a sight, as they both wore black leggings and matching pink sports bras.
“So, how did your Graduation party go tonight,” Tina asked through labored breaths.
Jules thought about having two eighteen year old cocks in her at once and smiled. “Nothing to complain about here.” They both shared a laugh, although Tina was lost as to why, when Trent came in and asked for Jules to come into his office. It was a pretty simple office in the corner of the shop, but she had not been in there since she had become Jules.
“Jules, please sit down.”
She did so and then stared at the man across from her. It was still so strange that everyone treated her as if she had always been a woman. She remembered everything as it was for real, but everyone else knew her only as Jules.
“Jules, how long have I known you?” His tone was serious, something that put her on edge.
“For a long time.”
“And who encouraged you to become a dancer? Who was there for you when all the guys called you chubby and laughed at you?”
“You did. You turned my life around.”
“No… don’t put this,” he said as he opened his laptop and spun it around on her, “on me.”
On the laptop screen was Jules getting fucked as she sucked off the Groom at her first show. “How the fuck…”
“It doesn’t matter how I got this. What matters is WHY you would do this.”
Jules was lost for a moment. Ever since she had become a woman, everything had come so easy for her. Her skills matched with her body had made her a lot of money, and she was not going to give up all that money.
“So… what do we have to do to make this all go away?” As she asked the question she began unzipping the front of her pink sports bra.
“Jesus Christ! What happened to the girl I knew! No, you’re not going to fuck your way out of this!”
Ashamed, Jules zipped herself back up and tried to defend herself. “They offered me $10,000!?”
“Stuff like this will get us shut down! You know this! God, you and your fucking ego! You’ve could have made thousands without fucking them, Jules!”
“Trent, I’m sorry! I just couldn’t…” Jules was now openly crying. She didn’t know if it was shame, or if she was just upset that she got caught.
“Save it, you’re fired.” Trent was on the verge of tears as well, and it was that look of disappointment on his face that haunted her when she got turned down from working at the local resort and strip club.
Even though it hurt to be let go by Trent, part of her was angry for him not understanding her situation. More of her was angry that he would go around town and tell people not to hire her. In the few weeks she had been a woman she had made a ton of money, and she was not ready to give that up.
She was going to find a way to make this all better, and something was coming together in her mind.
The woman in the mirror had a large smile on her face, although deep inside there was an underlying uncertainty that dulled the pleasure. Her tits were bouncing up and down ever so slightly, while beads of sweat rolled down her toned skin. The irony of the situation was not lost on her at all, in fact it felt right that the night would begin this way.
“Oh, fuck! I’m close!”
Jules bit her lip as the man wearing the “Best Fucking Man” pulled her hips tight and came deep inside her plump bottom. She screamed as if she was cumming as well, although that uncertainty had denied her the real thing. Typically she would not have put on such a show, but she really needed this guy to play his part tonight.
“Fuck, that was… Jules, you’re fucking amazing.”
“Why thank you,” she said with a smile as he removed himself from her ass. “So, are you all ready for tonight then?”
“You fucking bet.” There was a look of excitement on his face, one Jules saw often after fucking a new lover. He cleaned himself up and got dressed as she did the same. She would not be dancing tonight, but that didn’t stop her from wearing an incredibly tiny black dress. “Woah, you look incredible.”
“I know.” Jules’ new female body had only made her ego grow that much more, and she knew how good she looked. The real trick was seeing if her plan would work, so she could capitalize on her good fortune. “Now, do you have the money?”
“All 50 Grand… and you just want us to offer?”
“Yes, then just enjoy yourselves.”
“This is just too much.”
Jules walked over and leaned up and whispered in his ear. “Do this, and I’m yours…” He just got a big smile on his face as he walked out the door, leaving Jules alone in the Hotel restroom. She stared at the brown eyed beauty in the mirror and sighed. “You can do this,” but part of her wondered if she could. Trent had fired her for her transgressions… but deep down she knew that she didn’t give him a choice.
She shook those thoughts from her head and looked in the mirror while taking a deep breath. “Showtime.”
A few minutes later she was in the same room that the Bachelor Party had been in a month earlier. Almost all of the men were back, in fact Jules noticed there were more than there were the last time. She sat at a table in the far corner before pulling out a small camera… and then she waited.
As she did she thought of her predicament. Through some work of magic, she had been transformed from Julio into Jules. She had looked online, and found a few websites that talked about the strange things that happened in Timber Grove, but nothing about cake turning men into women. Regardless of how it happened she was glad that it did as dancing as a woman, not to mention the sex, was highly profitable. She was wondering how far she was willing to go to keep things as they were… and she was about to find out.
“Here we go!” It was the “Best Fucking Man” yelling as a pink cake was rolled in. There was hooting and hollering, but Jules felt herself gripping the camera in her hand tighter than she had gripped anything in her life.
Time seemed to stand still as she waited for the cake to come undone. When the cake finally came undone, she let out a deep sigh of relief. A beautiful redhead was standing in the cake wearing a set of black lingerie with a corset. She had soft white skin, with freckles dotting her arms and legs. She had a very stunning face, with big blue eyes and big pouty lips. But the real stars of the show were the two massive breasts being kept in place by her corset.
There was a moment of silence before she began to walk down out of the cake, but Jules was surprised by the huge smile plastered on the redheads face. For a second she saw what almost looked like a tear forming in her eye.
Ignoring the oddity of the smile, Jules centered the camera on her and allowed everything to play out. For the next 15 minutes the redhead put on a show that rivaled what Jules had done a month earlier. Jules even found herself getting jealous at the attention this redhead was getting.
That feeling of jealousy ramped up when the redhead revealed her tits to the crowd, and the roof about came off the walls. Jules had never seen tits so big be so perky, and they were natural too. Soon, that jealousy Jules was feeling was turning into something else…
She focused on the task at hand and before long the redhead had finished her set and was naked in front of the Groom. There was more money on the ground than there was a month ago, and Jules knew that the “Best Fucking Man” had more.
The redhead had a big smile on her face as she did a little bow before trying to leave the area, but the “Best Fucking Man” stepped in. Her held her lightly by the arm as he whispered in her ear. Jules zoomed in with the camera and watched as her eyes grew big, obviously at the sound of being offered fifty grand to “continue”. She watched as the redhead’s eyes shot back and forth, clearly she was thinking about it…
But then Jules’ heart sank as she saw the redhead shake her head. “Oh, fuck.” She was sure that no one would be able to turn down fifty grand, yet the redhead was clearly saying no. She watched as the redhead smiled and shrugged before trying to leave, but the “Best Fucking Man” would not let go of her arm.
Jules was frozen in place as everything began to get out of hand.
The “Best Fucking Man” threw her to the ground as other men began to close in on her. She kicked and fought back, but soon two men were holding her arms while others were holding her legs. The crowd that had only moments ago been shouting and cheering her on, were now cheering on the “Best Fucking Man” as he undid his belt.
Jules sat and watched as the young redhead yelled struggled under the grip of the men. This is not what she wanted. She simply wanted to… She was trying to make him…
“Trent.” She said his name aloud, and was startled by the voice. Jules looked down and saw that he was a man again, the slinky black dress replaced with black jeans and a white polo. “What the fuck?” Julio’s shock was broken by the redheads pleas for help, and he acted without thinking.
The “Best Fucking Man” had his cock out and was lining it up with the redhead’s shaved pussy. He had been promised a piece of this girl, and he was going to take it. Before he entered her, he looked around for the support of his crowd that resembled something closer to a mob now. Most of the men were shouting for him to do it, while a few were clearly uncomfortable with what was happening. Their looks of disapproval did nothing to sway him, and he turned his attention to the sweet pussy in front of him before he felt the side of his head explode in pain.
Julio didn’t let up as the “Best Fucking Man” fell to the floor besides the redhead. He jumped on him and started wailing on him. “Don’t. You. Fucking. Touch. Her.” The rest of the mob had silenced and backed up as Julio went about fucking up the guy who had only an hour ago been fucking him.
“Julio! That’s enough! Julio!” It was the redhead pulling him off the bloodied “Best Fucking Man”. “Julio, please.”
“No… this is… no…” He was crying now, and the redhead simply held him close to her. The silenced mob was slowly dispersing, with a few guys helping the “Best Fucking Man” to his feet before helping him out. Soon they were left alone in the room, his tears being mopped up by her red hair.
“Julio… it’s okay.” Her voice was soft and melodic, but there was that edge to it that “he” always had.
“Trent?”
“Yeah, it’s me.” Only when she said it, there was no anger at all.
“I did this. I was so caught up…”
“No, it’s okay.”
“No. You were almost…” He was about to say “raped”, but this only caused him to sob more.
“But you stopped it.”
“I’m so sorry. God, Trent, I’m so sorry.”
“Please, call me Triss.” She said it with a light chuckle that caused Julio to stop crying and take stock of what was happening.
“Triss… I don’t understand.”
“I don’t expect you to. You see… I moved to Timber Grove because I had heard that this town could… change someone. I’ve always loved dancing, but I’ve always wished that I could dance as, well, a woman.”
Julio was in shock. Trent, the manliest guy he knew had secretly wanted to be a girl. “I… What? You’re Gay?”
“No, it’s not as simple as that… and I really want to continue this chat, but…” Triss glanced down and that’s when Julio realized that he was still embracing an incredibly sexy, and incredibly naked, girl.
“Fuck! I’m so sorry,” he said as he jumped up and averted his eyes.
“No, I’m flattered,” Triss added with chuckle before retrieving the robe stashed under the cake. Together they gathered up her clothes, as well as all the money that had been thrown. As they did, Triss shared with Julio her desires growing up, and tried to explained how wanting to be a girl did not mean she wanted to be with a guy.
They were back at the office before Julio asked the question he had wanted to ask for a while. “So, you’re a lesbian?”
Triss thought about it for a moment as she sat at her desk. “I guess. I mean, this all just happened, but I’m pretty sure I don’t want a cock in me.”
“Then what does that make me?” Julio asked as he thought about all the sex he had had with men.
“Julio,” Triss paused before she continued, “back there I almost took them up on their offer. I mean, I’m not into guys but the feeling was…”
“Too much for me.”
“No. I’ve dreamed of being a woman all my life. I don’t know what I would do if I was suddenly all tits and ass without wanting it.”
“Either way… I fucked a lot of guys. And when I got caught…”
“Julio… I don’t blame you for what happened. Now that I’m where you’ve been, I can see why you wouldn’t want to give it up.”
“Trent…”
She just smiled. “It’s Triss, and as far as everyone here is concerned you are the top male dancer in Timber Grove.”
“I’ll just settle for second best female dancer.” They both jumped as they realized Tina was standing in the doorway.
“Hey, sweetie. How was your night?” Julio was dumbstruck by how easily Triss had embraced her new persona.
“Pretty good… except for the fact they were expecting a guy.”
“Wow, that’s the second time in a month, right?” Triss said with a knowing smile aimed at Julio.
“Yeah, but they understood. I even think one of the ladies was gay, because she got a little grabby.” They all broke into laughter, and Julio joined with them. The rest of the night the three of them talked about their night’s experiences as others showed up with paperwork and their own stories. Everyone acted as if Triss and Julio being there was a completely normal thing, with only the two of them knowing any different.
before they all went their separate ways Triss gave Julio a peck on the cheek, thanking him again for the gift he had unknowingly given her.
“So what now?” Julio asked as they walked to their cars.
Triss thought about it for a moment. “Well, I guess we just take it one day at a time.”
“Good idea.” He was unlocking his door when Triss spoke again.
“Hey, Julio? Are you sad at all…”
“About being a man again?” He thought about it for a moment. “No. The whole experience really opened my eyes. I felt more right beating the shit out of that guy tonight for what he was planning than anything I felt as a woman.” He shrugged, “I know how valuable my friends are now.”
Triss said nothing, choosing instead to smile big while fighting back tears.
///// THE END
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