The Right Guy
A Short Story
By Maryanne Peters

It was not the Rufus was a bad lover, he was just not like me, or the way I was then. Lydia liked being fucked by Rufus, but she liked the way that I made love to her too. Is that wrong? I don’t judge her for being unfaithful.

I always knew that I was number two in her life. A girl needs a man who can provide for her, and Rufus was that. I was definitely not that man. I don’t judge her for that either. She made the right choice. Rufus is the right guy.

It is just that Rufus is not a generous lover. He always brings a girl to orgasm, but not the way I do. I think that I really get off on the pleasure I give to others. I like to use my tongue. I like to see what I am doing at close quarters. When I hear the screams of pleasure I can sometimes just squirt onto the sheets, without penetration.

Lydia loves that. She loves Rufus, but she loves that too.

But Rufus is a jealous guy. She told him a hundred times, that I am just an old friend, which I am. But with benefits. Her friendship means everything to me. I was not going to get in the way of Lydia’s relationship with Rufus. But the truth is, I was in the way.

A whole bunch of things happened at the same time to change my life, and none of them were good. I lost my job and my apartment in one week – my boss was my landlord. All I had left was some freelance work which I could do if I could find a place to stay. Lydia said that she and Rufus could put me up.

I thanked her, but I knew that it could not happen. Rufus was suspicious of me when I lived 6 miles away, so he would not have me living in his empty pool house. But then she came around to help me pack, when I had nowhere to go, with a huge smile on her face.

“You can stay at our place,” she announced, “But I have had to tell a small lie to get him to agree.”

Do you think that I could care? I had spent the last 48 hours on the verge of depression, contemplating a bus back to my parents’ farm in Minnesota. That was a fate I could not face.

“I have told Rufus that you are trans,” she said. “I have told him that you have quit your job so that you can transition, with my help. You are going to be Danielle.”

Honestly, she was so happy and excited, I could only smile and laugh with her. It seemed like a huge joke at Rufus’s expense. I am not sure what she had planned, but I assumed that it involved plenty of sex with her new live-in lover, Danielle.

If only life was that simple.

At first, I was not sure if Rufus believed it or not. He was different towards me. He came up to me and gave me a hug.

“Welcome Danielle,” he said. “Do you mind if I call you Dani? I just want you to know that Lydia and I are very supportive. Of course, you can stay here for a while until you find your feet, as a woman that is. You could not get a better guide than my Lydia.”

I gave him a new kind of smile. I am not sure where it came from, but I felt that it was different. It was a sort of shy smile, with a little bit a bite of my lower lip. Feminine, I guess.

“Thanks Rufus,” I trilled. Was I going too far? “This means a lot to me.”

“When did you tell Lydia?” he asked.

“I have always known,” interrupted Lydia. “She was just not ready. We have always hung out together, as you know Rufus. Just two girls hanging out. Just until Dani was ready to come out, and be the person she needs to be.”

“Great,” said Rufus, clapping his big hands together. “Well if there are men’s clothes in those bags they need to go into storage. It looks like you are about the same size as Lydia, so why don’t you get dressed for dinner and I can have a look at the woman I have invited to stay.”

Like I said, I was not sure if Rufus believed it or not. I thought for a moment that he might be testing me. In fact, I thought that for a while.

“You’re going to have to do this,” said Lydia once we were alone in the pool house. I just had my work stuff with me, which I spread out on the sideboard. My two bags had been taken by Rufus, to give me “a fresh beginning”.

My choices were limited, as I had nowhere to go. But more importantly, Lydia had told the story and it could not be a lie. I needed to pretend to be Danielle, her transwoman friend, at least until I could find somewhere else to live and a better job that occasional checks for the work I could do from home there.

“We need to get you dressed,” she said. “We need to show Rufus that you are serious about this. That means a shave down.”

That made it clear to me that there would be consequences for my sexual dalliances with Rufus’s girlfriend. I was ready for it. But the strange truth was that it was so easy to do. I was not particularly hairy, and with Lydia helping me, the whole experience was actually quite sensual. I suppose that being the kind of person I am, I feel at home with increased sensitivity. I did most of the shaving in the bath, and then there was all-over body lotion afterwards. She washed and blow-dried my hair to style it in a feminine way, and she applied a modest amount of makeup.

I looked good. In fact, I really liked the way I looked. I had always liked looking at pretty women, and here was one looking back at me. Not super pretty, but pretty enough. And with plenty of scope for improvement, I thought.

She found a dress for me to wear, but her shoes were too small for me. I had to settle for a pair of her sandals that I could just squeeze into. They had a heel, so that was a challenge, but it was better than bare feet.

“You look great,” said Rufus. “Both of you. Let’s go out to dinner.”

This was a little unexpected, and slightly scary. It crossed my mind to tell him that I was in the early stages of transitioning and that I lacked confidence, or I was shy, or just not ready. But Lydia seemed excited.

“Oh, Dani, let’s go out. It will be great to introduce you to the world.” She turned me to face the mirror again. I knew that I looked the part, but I needed to do some work on my actions.

“It will be my treat,” said Rufus. “A beautiful woman on each arm. I can’t wait.”

Well he did have to wait, because when it comes to getting ready for an evening date, more attention is required, and I needed some coaching, as I knew.

Lydia was able to style my hair so that it looked if I had much more length than I did, and to add just a little color to make it come alive. And she expertly applied dark make up to highlight my blue eyes to perfection.

The problem was shoes, but we found just the right thing on the website of our local shoe boutique, and we needed to pick them up on the way. Because I could not walk outside in my patterned tights, the shop assistant came to the car to check the fit. He complimented me on my look. He never realized for a moment that I was not a real woman.

Rufus took us to a restaurant and spoilt Lydia and me shamelessly. He flirted with both of us, and I have to say that I liked it. Not only the attention of Rufus but the admiring looks that I received from every man in the restaurant – the staff and some of the customers as well.

“You are going to make a great woman, Dani,” he said. “I want to help you. You should see my doctor. He is a friend of mine and I think that he has done some work in this area. He covers all the key executives in my firm, so I can get you on the list and my business can foot the bill. How would that be?”

It was hardly something that I could say no to. I was not too worried at that point, but it was only after the first consultation of couple of days later that I realized that I was stepping onto a train that it was going to be hard to get off.

I had made love to Lydia that very morning after Rufus had gone to work. I felt a little guilty, until the animal instincts came forward and I was thrusting for all I was worth. Still, here was a man who had opened his home to me, and was helping me in other ways, and I was fucking his girlfriend.

His Doctor’s name was Bart. Lydia had suggested that I go to see him in women’s clothes as the visit might be reported back. But I had an idea that I would explain that I was not really trans at all, and that I would ask him to respect patient confidences. But things did not work out that way.

“Wow,” was the first thing he said. “I have several other trans patients, but you look great.”

It is not the kind of thing that you expect a doctor to say, especially one who looked like Bart. He was handsome and athletic, and very, very nice. I suppose I just didn’t want to disappoint him. My plan went out the window. My mouth opened and I told him just what I had told Rufus.

“It is tragic,” he said. “Fortunately, society is more accepting and modern medicine has made huge advances. In fact, I have some in stock right here. I can administer immediately”.

I smiled only because he did. I left his surgery with back up appointment and a needle mark on my inner thigh. I did not truly understand it, but it was a slow release capsule that would do its job for months to come. I had taken a leap across a gap that would only get wider. Too wide to jump back. But I did not realize it.

But it was just as much Rufus and Bart and his treatments. Rufus treated me like a lady. And, except for in bed, Lydia treated me like a live-in girlfriend. I think you become the person people find you to be.

And when I say that I was still a man in bed, that would change too – surprisingly quickly. Fairly soon I found that my penis was unable to perform as it did. But as I said, as a love-maker I had other things that I could do. It was just that the drive fell away. All sex was initiated by Lydia. I began to realize that she was a little two hungry. She had two lovers on the go. One was enough for me, and for Rufus.

The other changes brought about by the hormones kicked in after a few weeks. There was the wasting of what muscles I had, the general softening of my flesh and skin, and the emergence of small breasts, but I felt emotional changes too. None of the changes were unpleasant, but to any man they should have been deeply alarming. It was just that the reaction of Lydia and Rufus made me feel that they should be welcomed.

I started my story by saying that I live to give pleasure to others. It is just the way I am. I would never have said that it makes me less of a man, but that is the effect of what it did. They seemed so pleased that I just kept on going.

It made me think that maybe Lydia never saw me as a man at all. Rufus was her man, and as a lover I was just a thing. But that did not make me dislike her. After all, now we were even closer. We did one another’s hair and makeup, we swapped clothes (but not shoes as I was that larger size) and we went out together all the time. And some evenings, Rufus would take us out together. Other times it was just Rufus and Lydia together, as it should be. And then there was Gil.

Gil had moved in from the mid-west to join Rufus’s firm and Rufus felt that we should take him out.

“It is not a double date,” said Rufus. “I have told him that you are a transwoman. It just that four is better than three at a table.”

Gil was another very good-looking man. It seemed that I was becoming more aware of how men looked, and also how they smelt. I had never noticed such things before. This man Gil exuded some powerful essence, just like Rufus, but different.

“I have never met a transwoman before,” he said to me, as we sat together in the back of the car. “I would never have believed that you were not … you are very attractive.”

He was awkward, but very polite. He was very intelligent and had won a scholarship to an ivy league university, but there was still a wide-eyed farm-boy look about him that was endearing. I told him that I was from Minnesota. We sort of bonded.

We talked about what a strange place California was. We talked and we talked. Rufus and Lydia seemed happy that they were free of us for the evening. We had dinner at an old-fashioned dance club. They danced as Gil and I talked.

Then he asked me if I wanted to dance. I could hardly say no. It was the first time that I ever felt a man’s hands on my new feminine body. It was electric, and not in a bad way. We got close. Neither of us could dance, but somehow it seemed enough to just be moving around in one another’s arms.

It felt strange, but delightful. But also, a bit awkward.

The following morning, I had my scheduled appointment with Bart.

“You’re seeing someone?” he said. I think it was a question rather than an accusation.

“I suppose it was my first date with a guy last night,” I said. That really was a lie, but somehow, I just wanted to say it to him.

“Your breasts are coming along nicely, but I can refer you to have implants if you like? Rufus’s corporate cover will not extend to that, but I will check. Otherwise, you look great. And I recognized the glow of a woman exploring herself, the moment you came in.”

What was he talking about? Once again, I had the opportunity to refuse the capsule injection, but I didn’t.

I got a message from Gil asking me out for a date. I was not going to say anything to either Rufus or Lydia, but Rufus already knew.

“Gil asked me my permission to ask you out on a date,” said Gil. “So I assume that he has called you. I gave him your cell number.”

“He sent me a message,” I said. “I am just not sure. He is a really nice guy, and I am not really a girl.”

“You shouldn’t say that,” said Lydia.

“Well, we can work on making you more of a girl,” said Rufus. “I spoke to Bart this afternoon. I have you scheduled for breast augmentation the day after your birthday next week. It will be our present to you. I have paid for the procedure. Please, don’t say no. We want you to have this.”

If he thought I was saying no, then that was what I was trying to do. I looked to Lydia for support. I was her other man. She could not want this to happen to me – could she? She was smiling and nodding. She wanted me to have tits.

At that moment I thought about telling Rufus everything. I was angry with Lydia for going along with this. I was close to telling Rufus that the whole trans-thing was about me living in his house so that Lydia and I could have sex (if that was what it was now) in total betrayal of him. But what would happen then. There was a chance that he might forgive Lydia, but I would be on the street. And not on the street as an unemployed man, but as some kind of half-man freak. I suddenly realized that even the option of going back to Minnesota was lost to me. There was no escape.

I ended up carrying my birthday presents on my chest.

Gil loved them. In fact, I liked them too. I hardly ever wore anything that did not show them off, from the moment that they were healed.

Breasts change to way you walk and the way you use your arms too. Or was it just that I was so accustomed to presenting myself as a woman? Anyway, it did not seem as if I was pretending anymore.

I could not wait to get out of the house in the morning and show myself off. It was as if I had been hiding all my life and now the sun was shining on me. That is how I felt.

And Rufus saw the change in me too. I know it because he started to look at me differently. He started to look at me the way Gil did.

I was not angry at Lydia anymore. For a while I thought that because this whole thing was her idea that she had steered me into something that threatened to ruin my life. She had the chance to help me escape from it many times, but instead she seemed to be pushing me further downwards.

I now knew that it was just that I had the direction wrong – she was pushing me up.

And the truth is, that the power to stop what was happening was in my hands. I could have stepped off the train that I talked about, any time. I could have used the time that I had to have worked on a plan to enable me to walk away, but instead I just got caught up in the clothes and the hairstyles and the simple joy of walking down the street in heels and feeling the admiration.

It was all my doing, in the end.

I could have refused Rufus. He was my best friend’s boyfriend. I should have refused him. Maybe I just felt that Lydia would never be the woman for him. She would never be satisfied with him. She would never be honest. There came a time when I could no longer give her that little extra thing that she needed, and she started looking outside or happy home for that.

It just coincided with Rufus falling in love with me.

And Rufus was the perfect man – rich, handsome, strong, and a one-woman-guy. All he needed was for me to be a woman.

But how could I say no. I live to please others, remember. If that means a little post-surgical pain then I can put up with that. A girl must always be prepared to make sacrifices to get the right guy.

The End

© Maryanne Peters 2019

Author’s Note: As will be noted, I wrote this story some time ago but missed posting it here - fixing that today. The story comes from a suggestion from my then-patron Ashley Barron, who wrote to me: “I would love to see a story where a guy has to pretend he is transitioning to get out of getting caught with a guy’s girlfriend - because the girl off the top of her head makes up an excuse “Dan (or whatever name) wasn’t sleeping with me.... Dan is... actually transitioning. We just talk when he comes over.” So Dan starts seeing a doctor to continue the ruse under the boyfriend’s nose and continue sleeping with the girl and get away with it... and the sex is so good with the girl he keeps the ruse going... but the longer it goes on, the more feminine he becomes from the doc visits. Always thinking “I’ll stop all this soon” but he just goes deeper and deeper... just a fun thought. All your stories inspire these kind of thoughts in me :)”
Also, the images are of Italian trans-actress Vittoria Schisano