Chapter 15
"The Opinion Of Others"
Sasha
slipped off her red high heels and pulled her feet up under her as she sat on
the couch and wiggled her toes. She was very sexy in her blue jeans and white
peasant blouse with full exposure of her breast through the rather thin
material. Sasha was bra less today, because she knew Martin like breast and
anything she could do to distract him right now would be a major plus.
She ran her
fingers through his hair with her red nails gently stroking his
scalp.
"Martin listen
to me sweetie," Sasha said as she snuggled up beside him on he couch and
began rubbing his penis through the red satin nightie he was wearing.
There had been
quite the argument earlier about why he should have to wear a nightly in
private. He would have preferred to sleep nude. Sarah and Darren had promised it
would all end soon.
"Why are they
doing this to me?" he whimpered looking out the corner of his eye the collar he
was being forced to wear restricting his movement.
"Martin, I love
you for who you are," she said softly looking at his red fingernails.
She had never
made such a statement of affection before and Martin was caught by
surprise.
"They are
discussing cutting my dick and balls off Sasha. I have no say in the matter. I
did nothing to deserve this. You have no idea how nerve racking that is. What if
they decide I should have that done to me. What then?"
"I will still
love you Martin for the person you are. It's you I care about not your penis.
Yes I am angry about this being done to you but I am more afraid I will lose you
in here if they decide to go through with this," she said placing here hand over
his heart.
"Sasha.........."
"Emily, my
real name is Emily," she said softly revealing her true name to him for the
first time.
Being a
professional concubine she had told Martin that she would like sex to wait in
their relationship. Not that she wasn't taking care of his sexual needs in other
ways but she wanted a special evening if anything ever grew out of their
relationship and as a result each time he would reach between her legs his hand
would be gently pushed away. Besides, she sometimes had sex with clients as many
as three times a week.
"Martin, honey
not now," she said softly.
"I may not have
many more chances Emily," he said looking at her, "It sounds like they have made
up their minds on my fate."
"You never know
baby. Let me take care of this for you," she said pulling out his semi erect
penis from his satin panties and holding it in her hands and fondling him
gently.
She kissed him
then lowered her head into his lap and started sucking his dick much to his
satisfaction.
Martin found
Emily very attractive, sexy and satisfying in so many ways. Was he falling for
her for reasons other than love? She slept with different men all the time and
performed numerous sexual acts with them, all of which she kept confidential and
wouldn't even discuss with him. Yet somehow she made it all seem alright and
some what normal.
She had told him
repeatedly she would dress and appear in public in any manner that he
desired.
"I'll change my
hairstyle, or color if you like" she had once said.
"Would you dye
your hair pink like I have to wear?" he had asked her sarcastically
once.
"Sure baby. I
have no problem with that. Paint my toenails different colors, stop shaving
my armpits if you want, I'll say all the things you want me to say in your
ear in the way you want to hear them, or scream them out to the world with
passion. Whatever your heart desires may be," she said smiling.
"People will
laugh at you, and ridicule you Emily," he had told her.
"I don't
care. Hey, as long as I know that your dick is getting hard from looking at me,
and only me, then they can all go fuck themselves. It just means I know all the
right buttons to push when it comes to you baby."
She gave him
the best handjobs and blow jobs. His orgasms were so intense with her, shooting
long streams of semen straight up into the air, even hitting him in the face on
a couple of occasions. She was well practiced.
"Emily," he
said stopping her sucking, "I don't know where this all may end up, but I think
I would like to tell you something. Either way I think I want to be with you. At
least that is how I feel right now."
"Oh Martin.
That is what I truly would love too. I so want us to try and be together. I need
to tell you something now that can't wait."
"What is that
Emily," he said looking at her softly.
"Martin
sweetie, I'm not a girl. I'm a boy."
"What? What do
you mean?"
"Honey, I
have a penis and testicles just like you."
"NO!" he
yelled looking at her large breast. "This can't be happening. Now what do I
do?"
"I have
large breast like a woman, but also have a penis," she said trying not to cry as
she smiled and reacted to his sudden change.
"You made me
believe you were a woman. You told me you were married twice," Martin
insisted.
"Martin, I
was, to two women. I was a hairstylist and I became a concubine during my second
marriage. When my second marriage began to fail, I started a feminization
process of my looks and began entertaining male clients, feeling like I maybe
wasn't worthy of a woman partner. That was just me feeling sorry for myself at
the time. I now feel it was my true calling in life."
"I don't
know what........ Guy's don't become concubines."
"Martin,
they do honey, at least some. I am the same person that was talking with you
about a long term relationship just minutes ago. I feel like a woman Martin, and
I want to be treated like a woman. I can't help these feelings and desires I
have, but being rejected for being who I am is the most difficult part of
all."
"Why
don't you just have a sex change then? Then you can be all the woman you look
and feel," he thought desperately of a way to remedy his insecure
thoughts.
"No
Martin, I like my penis. It may sound strange to you, but I don't want to part
with it any more than you wish to part with yours." she said now standing and
unzipping her pants and pulling them down.
"Stop
that. What are you doing?" he said watching Emily pull her own penis out to show
Martin.
Emily's
penis was not a petite little thing that he would have imagined with such a
feminine looking woman, but it was average size and semi erect, circumcised with
a beautifully shaped knob, pulling his balls tight. Martin turned away almost in
disgust. That erection was for him. He had caused that for Emily. Martin shook
his head. A man just openly got excited from making out with him. In his mind
Emily had now become just some guy.
"Oh
Martin, for gods sake look at it. It won't hurt you. It;s just a penis. It's my
penis. Honey listen I will be 100% girl in our relationship. I will do anything
you ask. You will never have to service my penis sexually, touch it or even look
at it and I will enjoy being butt fucked as a traditional method of enjoyment
for us. We can tell everyone I am a woman if you like. Nobody needs to know the
truth of what's in my crotch."
"I will
know," he said looking at her through his false eyelashes. "Why am I always
tricked or forced into having sex with men and me dressing like a woman. Why
aren't you wearing PCP collar?"
"Martin,
I do wear one around my neck when I am traveling out of the area. I have to wear
one when I go visit my mother. It's horrible. I know how uncomfortable, and
demeaning the collar can be, but I am also registered as a Concubine you know,
which allows me a few perks with wearing the collar. I just need the permit in
my purse instead of around my neck."
"And I
have to wear a humiliating collar that broadcast to the world, 'Look out, man in
a dress coming' and someone like you can just carry a card in your
purse."
"I'm
afraid so honey, but I think after three years of dressing in public you can
eliminate the collar all together and just carry a card as long as your record
is good."
"WHAT? I
don't give a shit about that."
Emily
stood and pushed her penis back into her jeans and fastened her pants as she
stared at him. She got her purse.
"You know
Martin you really hurt me tonight. I was hoping you would be able to accept me
by now. That's why I waited so long to say anything. I wasn't trying to trick or
deceive you at all. I just thought that we.......had something
special"
Emily
looked down for a moment and ran her hand softly over the bump in her
jeans.
"I am going to
see a male client tonight who is going to take me somewhere nice for dinner, and
an evening out. He will get his dick sucked several times during the evening and
I will receive him in my ass later tonight. He will pay me handsomely for that
honor and request another date before I leave I am sure. Lot's of guys want me
Martin and they pay good money to spend just a little time with me. I don't love
them Martin. I love you. I was giving you my entire life for free."
"It's
just.......you're a guy.
"But I look
like a woman. I seduce like a woman. I am sexy to other men that don't know I'm
not a woman. Think about it Martin."
"So are we
going to be spending quality time painting each others toenails like a couple of
fags talking about the men in our past." Martin said in a flippant
way.
"Maybe. If
that's where we end up and it's what we decide we want to do then why not?"
Emily said sitting down and taking one of her shoes.
"I'm a guy
and, uhm well so are you. You can't see that?"
"Absolutely. And you know the most ironic thing of all is? I must just end up
being the only GUY in this relationship." she said with emphasis.
Emily slipped
on her red high heels an walked out.
Martin sat
quietly contemplating what had been just said. He would be visiting another
counselor tomorrow afternoon so more information can be gathered so the judge
could make a just and sound decision on what his sex would be.
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Martin had
already visited a sex reassignment counselor. Her questions disturbed him
greatly. She seemed to be pushing him into a sex change and not evaluating him.
Telling him the reasons why it was Ok for him to be a woman and not feel guilty
about losing his manhood.
Equality laws
based on gender and with his wealth, Martin should be able to become a woman and
live a full happy life with little or no societal pressures or prejudice. At
least that is how the counselor viewed it.
Martin argued
that he wasn't transgender and had no desire to be a woman. He didn't even want
to dress like a woman. Let the women be women and the men be men was outlook.
Every time he made such a comment the counselor inferred that he had problems
with becoming a woman because he somehow felt women were inferior and she would
explain again why that was not so.
Martin was so
frustrated that things were always twisted against him. "Nothing to be ashamed
of being a woman," the counselor kept saying looking at him with a smile. His
teased up hair and green floral design dress didn't help his cause.
"You may find
a nice young man and get married again," she said.
"I'm not
GAY!. I don't want to marry a man," he hissed.
She chuckled
a little.
"Oh Mrs.
Vargos, you can marry a woman if you want to. There are no restrictions on who you marry, but it is ironic if you choose to marry a woman you will be in a gay
marriage."
"Just leave
me alone," Martin said softly looking out the window.
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Today Martin was
escorted to a family counselor that would be asking some other
questions about his ability to function as a woman in society.
Martin was
escorted into a plush office space and seated in a wooden straight back chair.
His ankles were fastened to the legs with manacles affixed to the chair. Martin
was wearing a white knee length dress with red polka dots and a red sash about
the waist. He also wore red high heels with 5" spike heels and white lace ankle
socks. His pink hair had been set and teased into an elaborate bouffant just for
this meeting.
The Counselor
walked in that was to examine him. She was in her forties and very attractive in
her black business pant suit and pumps.
"Good morning
Mrs. Vargos, I am Ms. Flemming. Sorry to here about the loss of your husband,"
she said seating herself behind the desk.
"Whatever. You
have to help me here Ms. Flemming. I don't want a sex change and it seems like
this is all a bunch of nonsense to come to the conclusion that has already been
decided."
"I am well
aware of the details Mrs. Vargos," she said looking up at him and smiling,
"Amazing, you are even prettier in person than you are in the tabloids," she
said looking at him admiringly. "Do you feel comfortable dressed as you are
right now?"
"Are you here
to try and embarrass? I may be beyond that you know."
"Oh not at
all sir. That was merely an observation," she said writing something down as she
said it. "I can still see that you are a man, but the elegance of the feminine
additions to your look are amazing."
She
continued for a moment looking over his papers.
"Now Mrs.
Vargos sir, I will be interviewing some of your family members and close
acquaintances in the next room. They do not know you are in here, but you will be
able to hear the interviews as they take place."
"Is this to
mentally torture me even more? Sounds like you all have already made up your
mind about what sex I should be."
"Oh no sir,
not at all. My opinion in and of itself will not sway the judge either way. You
will hear the interviews so you fully understand how my recommendation was
reached when it is made."
"The
decision to remove my cock and balls without my consent."
"No, the
decision to have your sex changed or not. Castration will be part of the process
as well as hormones and breast enhancement, and they will create a new vagina
look for you where you penis was if that be the case. They can make the
artificially constructed vagina's look so real these days. Many transgenders come
here to have the work done when they fully transition."
"I am not
transgendered," Martin yelled in frustration angry with the word "castration"
being used.
"That is
to be determined by someone other than me. Well sir, it's time to start the
interviews. Do we need to use a muzzle like you wore in the courtroom hearings
or can you control yourself as this is being done?"
"I don't
need a muzzle bitch. I didn't need one in the courtroom either. That was just to
humiliate me as far as I'm concerned."
"You do seem
a little emotional about all this."
"Emotional?
Wouldn't you be emotional? I DON'T WANT TO BE A MUTILATED MAN WITH A FAKE
VAGINA!" he yelled.
"OK, I will
be back in to talk with you after the interviews," she said picking up her
things and leaving the room.
Martin
looked around the room exasperated. His wrist strapped to the arms of the chair.
His manhood resting on the decision of a woman judge who would be getting her
information from people that were indifferent to his objections and seemed to
want to see him changed.
"Good
morning," a female officer said entering the room.
Martin said
nothing as she slipped a muzzle over his chin and mouth pulling the straps up
over his head and around the sides.
"MMPPFF!"
huffed in anger as she fastened the muzzle straps very tightly.
"There you
go sir. This will help you stay in control of yourself. They will be getting
started shortly in the next room."
Martin
shook his head with the tight muzzle now fastened in place.
"This is
not normal," his thoughts sneered. "What kind of place is this. To just walk in
and muzzle someone like it was a normal everyday preparation for a meeting and
think nothing of it. Are other guys suffering like I am?" he
wondered.
"Good
morning," Martin heard over a speaker.
"Hi, I am
pleased to meet you," a female voice said.
"Missy?"
Martin thought looking up at the speaker.
"Now
you have been briefed on the matter before us and what we are trying to
determine here."
"Yes I
have,"
"Now you
are Mrs. Vargos' stepmother?" the lady said looking at the young woman sitting
across from her.
Missy was
very attractive, especially now since her husband was gone and she was no longer
required to dress like an over produced bimbo from the 70's. She was now a
fashionable and very sexy woman of the now.
"How do
you feel about this request from his late husband to have his sex
changed?"
"Well it
is my understanding that his husband did have the right under law to
insist Martin have a sex change if he thought it was better for
Martin."
"Do you
feel your stepson doesn't want this procedure done because of fear of ridicule
or having his gender officially changed? He says doesn't want to be a
woman."
"I'm sure
if given the choice Martin would prefer to keep his male genitalia hanging
between his legs, even though he may still desire to dress as a woman. I guess
part of it is fear of the unknown. What is it going to be like when they are
suddenly gone."
"Do you
feel as his stepmother that if the judge decides to proceed with the late
husbands request he will be able to eventually accept and live as a
woman?"
"He
would have little choice I suppose if it were to be ordered done and carried
out. But, he has been living as a woman for quite a while with his penis intact,
and basically everyone knows that. I mean he actually looks fine dressed as a
woman not like some man that is masquerading as a woman with squared jaw and
muscles. He wouldn't like it, at least not at first, but I think he would adapt
soon enough and accept his situation."
"UUMMPPHHH!!! Martin screamed into the muzzle pulling at the chair straps that
held his arms in place.
"With
his reluctance the judge will probably order him taken into custody until the
sex change process is complete."
"I know.
It's a shame too. I'm sure this would feel more like he is being punished rather
than his husband doing what he felt was best for him."
Martin
shook his head eyes full of tears.
"With the
facts, that he was married to a man and lived as a woman the entire time, and
even requested and took the Vow of Chastity with his husband and has dated other
men as a woman, he seems to be comfortable being known as a feminine entity.
Would you be able to support a court ordered sex change for your stepson if it
were so decided."
"I think
so. Martin really needs some direction in his life and with the Baron gone the
effort of others help him in the transition and the process will give him a
sense of direction I think. Yes, I am fine with him becoming a woman. I actually
think that would be better for him now that the Baron is gone."
"UUUMMPPHH!!! Martin wailed out again.
"Thank you
very much for your time."
"You're
very welcome."
Martin
heard Missy's high heels click across the floor rapidly as she left the
room.
"That
bitch," Martin thought his head hanging down now. The first nail driven in his
coffin of masculinity.
Martin
now had thought in his head of daily life as a real woman with no male
contradiction between his legs. He pictured himself getting up daily and putting
on a dress and high heels to attend social functions where the fact he was
completely dressed as a woman was not the public punchline any more rather the
fact that everyone would know his dick and balls had been cut off by a Court
decision. He would be the laughing stock of the community. The sissy man that
was castrated by his husband's decree.
Martin
heard someone else in the room now as he wept silently. He recognized the voice.
It was Leanne. She was about to be interviewed on her views of Martin's sex
change.
"So
Leanne, you are fully aware of the impending decisions that the courts are
considering. Thank you for coming in to give us your expert advice."
"Thank
you so much," Leanne said having a seat.
"Now, I
understand you were involved in the transformation of Martin for his new
lifestyle. Tell me a little about that and how you feel that effects the male
psych."
"Well, I
have a very exclusive business where I basically take men that have been placed
in arranged marriages with other men and the groom desires for his male bride to
appear as a woman, I do that."
"Was
Martin reluctant to be a bride?"
"Oh I
think they all are at first. I mean Martin was living the life of a wealthy
young man till I got my hands on him. He went from being a wealthy playboy early
that morning, to being dressed as a woman for the first time that afternoon,
forced through a wedding ceremony where he married a guy he had never met only
to have his virgin buns spread and split that evening during the consummation
process."
"Oh
my," the woman said a little taken by the tone it was said. "Did he accept his
new life? I mean was he hysterical and inconsolable?"
"No
not at all. I mean he wasn't happy about it. He didn't want to do it again,"
Leanne laughed. "He bitched about being male and the embarrassment of being
treated like this."
"So,
how do you feel he would react if a sex change was ordered by the
court?"
"In
much the same way I would suppose. Complain and rant over and over that how he
is a man and he doesn't want to do this."
"What
is your opinion on how he would hold up afterwords?"
"The
thing I always found with Martin is he complains about how he feels about what
is being done to him, but never really questions the reality. Why can't he
leave? Why does he have to dress as a woman? And now why must his cock and balls
be cut off? It's simple, all of this falls under different legal statutes and
laws that say these people have the RIGHT to do these things to him. I never
feel bad when he's crying because it has been determined by his family and
backed by our laws that he just doesn't know what is best for himself. That is
why he is here and his husband makes the decisions."
"UUMMPPHHH!"
"So
you support the idea of a sex change?"
"Yes, I think eventually Martin would make a
lovely woman and I have no qualms about my opinions helping him get there. After
the body alterations, hormones, breast, vagina and then the months of
counseling, I'm sure he will be fine."
"NNNAAAAAA!!!!" Martin strained.
"Well thank you for stopping in," she said.
Several more came in and gave
testimonials.
Lisa
was very perky and sounded very enthusiastic.
"Oh
yes. I have always felt that he should be a woman." she said smiling a huge
smile. "He's so pretty."
Martin now cried as he heard only people that felt
he should have the surgery. Constance a gave a version that was supportive of
her son's last request and she wanted to make sure that that request was
fulfilled.
The
last person in the room was Emily. What was she doing here? She was not family
she was a professional concubine that had spend the last weeks developing a
close relationship with Martin.
"I
think it is absolutely horrible what you are doing to Martin," she said right of
the bat.
"I
understand that you have developed a relationship with Martin recently?" the
counselor asked.
"Yes
that is true Emily," said adjusting herself in her seat then crossing her legs.
She was wearing a very business like blue skirt and blazer combo with 4" spike
heels in blue.
"It
is true that you are also a male?"
"Yes I am," Emily said without batting an eye or
hesitation. "And yes, I'm a concubine by trade," she said before she could be
asked.
"So I take it you don't feel the last wishes of his husband should be carried
out." she said looking at Emily.
"No, this would achieve nothing for his ex husband. I could see this law being
enacted if he were alive, though I disagree with the whole idea. Martin just
wants to live his life and be left alone. Don't do this to him."
Martin listened closely. He was touched at the defense that was being offered by
Emily.
"It's not about what Martin wants, it's about his husband who had the rights to
make this decision and did."
"A
dead husband who can no longer see his wife and appreciate such a physical
change, nor would he know that it was never carried out." Emily said
firmly.
"What about those husband's that are alive and have this right of decision. They
will see that there desires may not be carried out if something were to happen
to them."
"Really?" Emily said rolling her eyes. "Just how many husband's are there, that
has these rights and desires to have his male bride changed to a woman. Let me
think now. NONE!" Emily said suddenly "This is a farce."
"Your opinions have been noted sir. Thank you for coming in."
Emily walked out of the room. The counselor
shook her head.
"Bitch," the counselor said under her breath.
"That concubine is just wanting to land a rich
husband, and she wants to make sure he has a dick to satisfy her DEEPEST
feelings," the counselor thought smiling.
The counselor finished up her report. She wrote
in her summations and at the very end.
Your Honor
After a full
and careful review of family and close friends and acquaintances, it is my
belief that Marcia Vargos should have a total and complete sex change from male
to female, as well the changing of all legal documents to new female gender
status. I also feel he is a flight risk and immediate custody may need to be
considered. I feel the husband acted in such a way that he felt was best for his
wife and I see no harm to Marci Vargos, physically or emotionally, at being
submitted to her husband's wishes for sexual reassignment, and those wishes
being carried out by the state.
Martin sat
quietly in the other room not knowing what she had written to the judge, but he
looked down at his professionally manicured red fingernails. This was the norm for
him now.
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