The P-Virus (tg, mf, mm, ff) [1/12]
THE P-VIRUS

Bill went into the strip bar where he was supposed to meet his friends.  It
was his twenty-first birthday and his friends were buying him his first
legal drink.  After getting past the door, it took him a little while to
find his friends at a table near the stage.  He sat down and greeted
Roosevelt (a large black man who worked as the manager of the hamburger
joint where he worked) and Ken (a fellow college chum who worked as an
entry-level teller at a local bank).

They watched the show for a while, with Bill having a few beers until a new
girl came on and started dancing.  When the girl got down to only her
thong, it was clear that there was something different about this girl.
Underneath the little scrap of cloth on her crotch was a clearly visible
bulge.  The woman had a dick!

As the woman moved on the stage, her rather pendulous breasts and firm,
round buttocks drawing Bill's attention, the 21 year old said, "Hard to
believe that he's a guy."

Roosevelt replied, "She's not.  She's a transsexual.  A woman's soul in a
man's body.  So she's undergone a series of various medical treatments to
change her body."

"She looks fantastic."

"Dare you to give her a twenty."

Bill laughed it off.  "No thanks.  I've got a girlfriend.  Wouldn't want
the dancer to get the wrong idea."

"Please.  Do you have any idea how many bills get stuffed in her G-string
every night?  She probably won't even notice your face."

"Even so..."

Ken said, "Is little Billie afraid?"

"I am not!"

"Maybe you're worried about what Lillith will say?  And what would your
girl say if she knew her Billie was at a strip club?"

Bristling with macho indignation, Bill said, "For your information, Lillith
knows exactly where I am.  Hell, if she hadn't had to work the late shift
tonight at the hospital, she'd've joined us."

"So what's the problem?"

"It's just... I've never done it before."

"Duh.  You've never been in a strip club before.  Of course you haven't
done this before."

Roosevelt laughed a bit.  "Relax, Bill.  It's easy.  You wave the money at
her, she comes over and squats, you stuff the twenty into her G, and then,
with a flirtatious wink, or maybe a blown kiss, she goes on with her show.
Here.  I'll even spring for your first bill."  Roosevelt fished a twenty
out of his wallet and handed it to Bill.

Bill unsteadily waved the twenty in the air until the stripper came over
and squatted beside him.  Bill's face was red as he stuffed the money into
what was left of her costume.  But he went red as a fire truck when she
leaned over and kissed him on the cheek.  Of course, the hooting and
hollering from the rest of the bar were doing nothing to put him at ease.

Shortly after the end of the transsexual's act, the waitress brought over
another round of drinks.  Roosevelt said, "We didn't order these."

"Compliments of Double B, the lady who just finished her act."

The guys just shrugged and accepted the drinks.  They drank them down and
watched the rest of the shows.  As the evening went on, each of them
started feeling an uncomfortable itching in their asses.  None said a
thing, afraid to comment on the feelings.

The last show of the evening belonged to Double B, and Bill took the
opportunity to slip another twenty into her G.  After the act, when the
three were getting ready to leave, the waitress came up and said,
"Gentlemen, Double B has asked if you would be so kind as to join her in
her dressing room for a brief talk."

"All three of us?" Roosevelt asked.

"Just for a talk."

The three were escorted to the back to a private dressing room.  There they
were introduced to the stripper, Double B.  The red hair she had been
sporting turned out to be a wig, now resting on a Styrofoam head.
Underneath she had short, short blonde hair.  She was wearing nothing more
than a robe, her breasts nearly falling out.  She gave them a seductive
smile, saying, "Hello, gentlemen."

Ken said, "Hello, miss B."

"Please, call me Sally.  Double B's my stage name.  Double B, breasts and
balls, that's me."

Roosevelt took her hand and kissed it.  "Sally is a lovely name for a
lovely girl."

Bill asked, "Excuse me, miss Sally, but why did you ask us back here?"

"I couldn't help but notice how shy and hesitant you were.  I figured this
was your first time in a strip club."  Bill blushed crimson and Sally said,
"I thought so.  I just wanted to put you at ease.  You're a cute boy.  You
just need to relax a little."  Sally got a slightly worried look on her
face.  "You are old enough to be here?  You didn't sneak in?"

"No, ma'am.  Twenty-one today.  Well, yesterday, actually, since it's past
midnight."

"Happy Birthday!  Is there something I can do for you by way of a gift?"

Bill trembled.  The tingling in his butt had become a throbbing need and,
before he could stop himself, blurted out, "Would you fuck me in my ass?"
instantly worrying about what Roosevelt and Ken would think of him.

To his surprise, both men said, "Me, too?" their own asses pulsing in need.

Sally smiled.  She parted her robe.  She had removed her thong and her dick
was already hardening.  "How could I turn down three such handsome
gentlemen?  Take down your pants and get on your hands and knees."

All three men quickly dropped their pants, and got on their hands and
knees, their rear ends pointed back at the lovely she-male.  Sally got on
her knees behind Bill.  "Birthday boy first."  She slowly pressed into him,
and Bill found himself pushing backwards to get as much of her into him as
he could.

As she pumped into him, he couldn't believe what was happening.  He had
never been interested in an ass fucking before, but here he was taking it
up the ass and loving every second of it.  He felt a little guilty,
thinking he was cheating on Lillith, but the pleasure was burying any sense
of shame he had.  It only took a little while before he felt Sally cumming
in his ass, and the feeling of that warmth in him pushed him into a cum of
his own.

As Bill stood and pulled up his pants, Sally moved over and proceeded to
fuck Roosevelt and Ken.  Both times they came with her and then stood up.
Afterwards, she asked, "Was it as good as you hoped?"  All three just
nodded, not saying a word, even as they left.

After they were gone, the waitress came in, wrapped her arm around Sally's
waist and kissed the beautiful stripper.  "Did it go according to plan?"
she asked.

Sally sighed.  "Yes."

"What's wrong, love?"

"I just wonder if we should be doing this.  If we shouldn't have just stood
up and said, 'No more.'  Is it right to put them through... this."  Sally
waved her hands down her body.

The waitress kissed Sally on the cheek.  "I know it was rough on us, but
would you go back if you could?"

"No."

"Aren't you happy?"

"Of course.  But will it be the same for them?"

"The Organization will help them to achieve better lives.  You know that."

"Yeah, but I just worry that one day the Organization will fail, and wind
up making somebody miserable."

"But look at how many lives they've helped.  Do we take all that away just
because of a chance that next time they won't be as successful as they have
been?"

"I suppose not."

"Come on, Sal.  Let's go home."

************

Bill trudged into his house, feeling disturbed and guilty.  The ride home
had been in silence, none of the men wanting to talk about what they had
just done.  As soon as he walked through the door, he heard Lillith call
out, "Hey, babe, did you enjoy the strip club?"

"Yeah, it was fun."

Lillith came into the room.  "Sorry I couldn't join you, but I had my shift
at the hospital."

"No problem.  I think I'd just rather spend an evening with you, though."

"That's sweet.  But there's no way in hell I'm going to feel guilty by
keeping you home when the hospital makes me work these late shifts."  The
two sat together on the couch, Lillith curling her legs up underneath her.
"Tell me all about it."

Bill went over the night up through the last show in detail, Lillith
occasionally asking a question or two.  When he finished, Lillith asked,
"Alright, hun, what aren't you telling me?"

"What do you mean?"

"You're not a good liar, love.  You're not even good at covering things up.
There's something you're not saying."

"You remember that transsexual I mentioned?  Well after the last show, she
asked me to her dressing room.  While there I..."

"Yes?"

"I asked her to fuck me."
"Hmm.  What did she say?"

"She accepted.  She fucked me, and Roosevelt and Ken."

"Lucky boy.  Most transsexuals lose their ability to get erections.  Did
you like it?"

Bill was shocked.  "You're not upset that I cheated on you?"

"Lover boy, you remember when we moved in together, I told you that
although you'd be the only guy I'd ever do it with, there was no way that I
could be exclusive to you since I occasionally needed sex with a hot, curvy
girl.  If I can't remain exclusive to you, I can't very well protest when
you find you have other needs that need fulfilling.  The only reason I
might protest is that I'd've liked to have been the first to pop your
little cherry.  So long as you're open and honest with me, feel free to
have sex with whomever you'd like."

"Thanks, hun."

"So did you like it?"  Bill blushed crimson.  "I think you did."

"Well, yeah, I did."

Lillith stood up, then pulled Bill to his feet.  "Let's get naked before
you tell me more.  I want you to fuck me while you tell me your story."

************

Roosevelt walked into his house.  As soon as he was inside, he heard his
wife, Toni, say, "About time you got home.  I suppose you were out boozing
it up with your friends?"

Roosevelt sighed.  "I told you what was going on tonight, and I told you
where I was going to be.  Get off my back, woman."

"Fuck you."

"I'm not going to do this.  I told you where I was and what I was going to
be doing.  I'm not going to get into a fight."

"Fine!"

"Fine."

The two went upstairs in moody silence and climbed into bed, refusing to
get close to one another.  Roosevelt and his wife were having a rough time
of their marriage, and both felt it was only a matter of time before the
whole thing was over.

************

Ken walked into his apartment.  He looked around the small space he lived
alone in and sighed.  He had no girlfriend and no current prospects for
one.  Ken, more than anything, wanted someone to share his life.  A lover,
a friend, a confidante.  And once more he went to bed with no hope of
realizing his dream.

************

The next morning, Bill woke up to the sounds of Lillith showering.  He
briefly mused on her energetic nature.  They had spent a couple hours
having sex, and now, a few hours later, she was up and around as though she
had gotten a full eight hours of sleep.

Bill got up and started going through his drawers in preparation for
getting dressed.  Without realizing what he was doing, Bill opened the
drawer that contained Lillith's lingerie.  He froze when he saw her
panties.  Never before had he been so entranced with her underwear.  Like
most men, he cared more about getting her out of her underwear then what
the underwear looked like.  But right now, he found himself staring at the
soft, lacy underthings with only appreciation and admiration.

He gently lifted one of the lacier pairs from the drawer.  He held them in
front of his face, wondering how they would feel if he were wearing them.
Then, before he knew what he was doing, he stepped into them and pulled
them up around his crotch.  He then looked in the mirror, reveling in the
soft, silky feeling of the fabric around his genitals.  He struck different
poses, seeing how he looked in the lingerie.

While he was posing for himself (fully intending to remove the underwear
before anyone else saw him), Lillith came out of the bathroom, saw him, and
said, "That's cute."  Bill turned and saw her, then blushed a deep crimson
in embarrassment.  She walked up to him, saying, "Relax, hun.  A certain
amount of curiosity about how the other side lives is normal.  Besides, I
really do think you look cute with those on."  She stepped up behind him,
reached around and rubbed his crotch with her hands.  "Ever think of
getting fully dressed?"

"Fully dressed?"

"As a woman.  Undergarments, dress, heels, the works."

"Not... really."

"Want to give it a try?  We've got more than a few hours before either of
us has to be to work."

"I...  I don't..."

She pressed her hands harder against his crotch and whispered into his ear,
"Come on.  It's just you and me.  I'll make it worth your while."

Bill was breathing heavily, and barely aware of what he was saying when he
said, "Okay."

Lillith spun him around and plastered her lips to his.  After their kiss,
she opened her bra drawer and got out the bra that matched the panties Bill
was wearing.  She quickly slid it on him and hooked the clasps behind his
back.  Bill looked down and saw the empty bra cups and found himself
wanting them filled.  Before he could ask Lillith to do something, she took
some stockings and filled him out.

He cupped his "bosom" as she pulled out a slip.  She seemed to be moving
with undue haste, as though if she gave him any chance to think, he'd end
her fun immediately.  The thing was, Bill found himself wanting this even
more than she did.  His only regret, as she slid the slip down his body,
was that he didn't have a chance to savor the sensations of these
wonderfully soft clothes that Lillith was putting on him.

He did get a brief break as Lillith ran to the closet to get a dress.  He
ran his hands over the soft and silky slip, stroking his abdomen as though
he had curves.  Lillith was going to quickly return, but when she saw him
rubbing himself, she gave him a few seconds before coming back with the
simple, blue dress she had chosen.  "Lift your arms," she told him.  He did
as she asked, and she slipped the dress on over his body.

He looked at himself in the mirror as Lillith got out a pair of stockings.
There was no way he could be described as feminine.  He looked like a man
in a dress, but, for some reason, that didn't disturb him.  He found that
he actually liked the way he looked in a dress.

Lillith sat him down and rolled the stockings up his legs.  After getting
the second one in place, she ducked her head under the hem of the dress and
kissed his dick through the panties.  Bill shuddered.  Not just because of
the kiss, but also because of the feeling of the soft fabric on his
manhood.  Lillith stood and helped Bill to his feet.  Bill looked at
himself in the mirror once more, and commented, "What about heels and
make-up?"

"Well, no way are any of my heels going to fit on those big feet of yours.
As for make-up, I didn't want to push.  Want to try some?"

Bill looked in the mirror and whispered, barely loud enough to hear, "Yeah,
I do."

Lillith could barely contain her joy.  She thought she'd have to trick or
prod Bill into every step of the game, but he seemed to be having as much,
if not more fun than she was.  If he'd've shown any remorse or emotional
upset, she'd've ended the game immediately.  As his lover and as a nurse, a
little fun would not have been worth it, but Bill seemed even more willing
than she to explore his feminine side, and she loved him even more for it.

She sat him back down and got out some make-up.  She applied a real light
coating to his face, then turned him to face the mirror.  "What do you
think?" she asked.

He didn't look like a girl.  Didn't even look close.  He looked like a man
in a dress and make-up.  But that didn't stop his "little soldier" from
rising to attention.  He turned to Lillith and said, "I want you."

Lillith had been thinking the exact same thing.  The erotic excitement of
turning her boyfriend into her boy-girlfriend had her nearly dripping with
desire.  She looked into his eyes and said, "Take me."

He lifted her up and put her on the edge of the dresser.  She leaned over
and lifted the hem of his dress and slip while he freed his dick from the
panties.  He put his dick against her cunt and pressed in.  She wrapped her
legs around him and they kissed while he started moving in and out of her.

She felt his "breasts" on hers and briefly considered asking him if he'd
get a pair of his own, but discarded it as soon as it popped into her head.
She'd never put him on hormones, and the only time she approved of elective
surgery was when it was used to offset other problems, like in the case of
breast reduction surgery or plastic surgery for burn victims.

She felt Bill shaft in and out of her and moaned, "Oh, Billie!"  Normally,
Bill wasn't too fond of the appellation "Billie".  He felt that the name
was girlish, but considering that he was now in a dress and make-up, it
seemed more appropriate than Bill.

Billie nuzzled "her" girlfriend as he shafted in and out of her.  The two
moved together until they came simultaneously.  Panting heavily, Lillith
said, "That was great.  Best sex we ever had.  Would you ever..."

"Consider doing this again?" Bill finished.  Before she could respond, he
said, "Oh, yeah."

Lillith threw her arms around him and kissed him.  "God, this is fun.  Do
you want to go a little further?"

"Like what?"

"I could go shopping.  Get you some heels that'll fit, a wig, maybe some
clip-on earrings.  We could get you really dolled up."  Bill shuddered.
Lillith hurriedly said, "If you don't want to, we won't."

"No, I want to.  I guess that's what scares me the most.  You propose all
these extras and I just want more."

"Don't be scared, hun.  You're just realizing you can be and are a little
more sexually adventurous then before.  Maybe being with me changed you, or
maybe it just released something hidden inside.  Regardless, we're not
going to go any further than what you're ready to handle.  I'm not going to
dress you up, then drag you outside to risk public embarrassment or
anything like that.  Unless you want different, this is just a little game
between you and me.  I won't even mention this to my best friend."

"Thanks."

Bill leaned forward and kissed her.  Lillith was pleasantly surprised when
she felt his hard-on poking her again so soon, but she wasn't one to pass
up an opportunity.  She slid off the dresser and knelt before him.  She
pulled the dress completely off his dick from where it had slipped down
earlier.  She leaned forward and greedily slurped his dick into her mouth.
She bobbed up and down on him, licking and sucking until she was rewarded
with a copious load of his semen, a surprisingly large amount of semen
considering how recently he had cum.

After she swallowed his gift, she stood, saying, "I better get dressed for
work.  I wish I didn't have to.  I could play like this all day.  What time
do you have to work today?"

"I don't.  I got today off."

Lillith licked her lips with an almost predatory hunger.  "Tell you what,
big boy.  You stay in this dress all day, be in this outfit when I get
home, then I will give you such sex, you'll be walking funny for weeks."

"It's a deal."