A Lady No More Ch. 12

                                                 "A Lady No More"
                             Chapter 12

     "You look wonderful tonight," Martin said as he entered the private dining room where Sasha sat waiting for him.
        "As do you," Sasha said grinning then standing and walking over to take Martin's hands in hers.
         Sasha gave Martin a kiss and then backed up to look at him at arms length.
          "What a beautiful dress Martin," she said looking at the floor length shimmering sequined blue gown. "Aren't you elegant this evening."
           "Sasha please, you know how that makes a guy feel who is forced to wear a dress in front of a girl he wants to impress," Martin said looking a little embarrassed.
           "Flattered I would hope," she said with a smile. "You look so buxom with those padded cups. I'm jealous."
           "Give me a break. I'm a man Sasha stop joking with me. They are insisting I still dress like this for all kinds of reasons," he said.
           "Well, I guess you could say I can see the real person rather than just the image," she left and gave Martin a little nudge, "Oh come on Martin it's just a dress for god's sake."
            She slipped her arms around Martin's neck and gave him a tender kiss. Sasha was older that him but she so feminine and sexy. He felt his dick pushing against his dress, and then he felt her press against his budding erection.
            "I don't understand why I'm still required to be dressed like a woman. They insisted I need to dress like this to see you for a private dinner."
            "Speaking of that," she said looking at his pink hair that was pulled back on each side of his head with barettes but not styled at all, "I told you I was a hairdresser back when I was married, remember?" she said looking at the hair and moving a few strands.
            "Yes," he said carefully.
            "Why didn't you ask me to do your hair for tonight?" 
            "I didn't want to dress like this for the evening in the first place Sasha," he said firmly.
            "But you did Martin, and you could have made me a little more a part of your life by asking me if I'd do your hair."
            "Sasha this is not who I am or who I want to be," he said. "I don't want you curling my hair."
            "It is who you are right now Martin inspite of what you want to be."
            "You're as bad as Darren when it comes to all this woman pretend." 
             They had dinner and Martin watched Sasha the entire time. It was hard to believe after all the hell of the male concubines his husband had forced him to be with, it would be a female concubine that he would fall for.
           She had been then one that was understanding and accepted the fact he was forced to do this and was sympathetic to his feelings. She had comforted him mentally that night while the other girls had performed much needed sexual deeds on him for his physical satisfaction.
          He needed female companionship and she had made him feel like a man no matter how he dressed or what he was being forced to do. Somehow when he was wearing a dress and heels and his cheeks red from embarrassment because he wanted to be more manly for her, she made everything seem all right for now, and even made him feel comfortable in what he was wearing.
         They walked to the couch.
          "Take your dress off Martin," she said helping him turn around. The gown was dropped to the floor. They got comfortable on the couch together. Sasha removed her blouse and bra and then sat next to Martin. He looked at her impressive breast as if he didn't know what to do.
        Sasha laughed, "Go ahead touch and squeeze them or whatever makes you feel good. I don't understand why men are so fascinated with large breast."
         She then repositioned herself and reached into his panties and started stroking him. 
          Martin broke the silence.
         "Sasha, can I ask you some personal questions? I mean i'm just curious that, well...."
          "Go ahead Martin, ask anything you like" she said smiling figuring she knew what it was about.
           "Well, you are a concubine," he said not sure of himself.
           "Yes I am." she said smiling at his nervous approach.
            "I mean you have had sex with a lot of men," he said unsteady.
            "Yes I have Martin. Women too," she added relieving some of his tension.
            "Well, having sex with so many men and many that you didn't even know, did you ever have an orgasm with any of them when you were with them?"
            "I had a few," she said without hesitation.
            "How about the women," he asked.
            "I've had a few with women too," she said looking at him then smiling like she thought it was kind of cute he was asking such questions. She had continued to stroke his dick as they talked. 
              "Was there something about those clients that made you more involved or excited?"
              "No. not really. It just happened. It was probably the mood I was in and not who I was with. I don't really know, I just stiffened up my legs shook and I screamed like a bad movie actrees. They were kind of embarrassing now that I think about it."    
             She rubbed Martin's crotch gently through his dress. Martin enjoyed the manipulations.
            "Would you to suck my dick," Martin said sitting up in the heat of passion.
            "I beg your pardon? You can't ask me any better than that? You can't wait till our emotions of the moment get us both to that point. Suck your dick? Am I your whore or am I regular girl meeting a regular guy?"
         "You mean a guy dressed like a woman," Martin said.
         "Yes, and with pink hair," she said without a change of emotion.
          "Sasha, I have a lot of pent up masculine desires and emotions that they have been trying to remove from me. Things just come out wrong sometimes," he said trying to help her understand his side of the story.
          "You expect things of me because of what I do for a living. You don't respect me like you would a woman who wasn't having sexual contact with men on a regular basis. Martin, this is why I won't tell you my real name, and you still have to use my professional name. I just don't know what your intentions are with me."
           "Sasha," he said feeling she was upset.
           "What should I feel about you then?"
           "Please Sasha I know I have to dress like a woman still but I am not a gay man or some limp wristed sissy," he said.
            "Martin you don't understand, I'd much rather be with the limp wristed sissy of a man that was understanding and respectful of me for who I really am rather than be with a man like you even without the dress and the feminine looks. You're rude."
            "I was just saying that......"
            "Martin, would you have what you call a sissy man as a friend. A true friend?"
            "I don't know. Why would I have to have a friend like that for?"
            "You couldn't see yourself playing golf with a man that is wearing women's golfing apparel on the course and talking about some good looking guy he is dating?"
           "No, that's disgusting?" Martin said looking at her.
           "It's not disgusting Martin," Sasha said standing up and putting her bra on. She turned her back to him. "Fasten my bra please," she said. 
           "Why do you want me to have fag friends for."
           "Stop using that word Martin. It's very demeaning to the gentlemen you are referring to and I don't want to be around it."
           "Why do you expect me to have friends like this for?"
           "I don't Martin. It's not the fact they don't hang around with you, it's what you think of them in the first place and you don't even know anything about them. You find them disgusting and beneath you. Not worthy of your presence. You are sexist and a bit of a bigot Martin I'm afraid."
            "What is going on here," Martin said again why she was putting on here blouse.
             "I must say I am disappointed in you Martin. I'm leaving. Have a good night. Call a professional concubine this evening for company. I'm sure she will give you the appearance of a wonderful fulfilling evening and suck your dick."
             "Sasha, please don't go," he said.
             "You can call me tomorrow Martin. I have decided I made things too easy for you. You will need to work a lot harder Martin to get my true affection and my real name."
            Martin sat there stunned. He had misjudged this woman. He didn't seperate her being a concubine by trade and being with him in real life. She had always been respectful of him, and he had wondered why. He was suspicious of everyone, especially now. What was her motivation to be with a feminized man, or in some very strange way was she indeed attracted to him.
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              Martin sat across the table from Sarah and Darren. The had the latest information on the case and the court dates.
          "Martin, we have a court date on the estate in two days. Now I know you want to get this over as soon as possible and I think we have a winning hand here, but you will need to wear a dress to the hearing. It will be a public hearing and we expect the courtroom to be full."
          "I have to humiliate myself in public, so what's new."
          "Yes, well I think we can secure all you husband's assets and company ventures as long as we show the courts we are bringing in Dorothy your step father to run day to day operations."
           "I hate him. He deserves nothing from me."
           "He is capable of running operations though and would be instrumental in breaking up and selling those assets, and I have already secured his services for you as your lawyer with power of attorney over your affairs." 
           "What? Without asking me?" Martin tried to stand but couldn't. 
           Martin had a strap around his waist to hold him in the heavy chair just for these type outburst. Darren tried to reassure Martin when he was strapped in that it was just a precaution in a very highly charged emotional situation.
           "Yes, we have discussed me making decisions for you in this case Martin. This is a decision that you can't make rationally on your own because of your emotional attachment to certain elements in the case."
            "Now, Martin listen to me. The Baron's lawyers have succeeded in getting a public court hearing on your sexual reassignment. I'm sure this will be a circus in the courtroom."
             "I thought this was not up to the courts," Martin said looking back and forth at them.
              "They are challanging the laws themselves and how binding they should be even in the case of death. They are discussing adultery, and the fact that the Baron requested your sex change before he died, and the type of marriage you were in the laws do state that he can make such request and demands. Just because he died shortly after doesn't mean that it wasn't his intent for you to become a woman."
             "No. They can't do this to me," he said pulling at the strap around his waist.
              "I'm just telling you Martin of how they are trying to approach this. Martin you must trust me on this one. The hearing is the day after we settle your estate. We have a woman judge presiding and you must trust my judgement on this. You will still be treated as a uncooperative and have to sit in the special chair. I can't do anything about that."
           
             "Is this serious Sarah? You're telling me that even though I own all my husbands assest and that makes me the richest person in this country, and he is dead an long gone, that somehow this judge can decide that I have to become a woman even though I am against such a a thing?"
            "Yes Martin, and she will make the decision herself based on the case itself. I don't see how she can ethically and morally do this to a man, but we have to defend you."
             "I can't believe all this."
             "Martin, I'm sorry. First things first. In two days we will settle the estate and we sill worry about your sex change after that."
              Martin sat quietly. She may think that way but all he could think about was the injustice of forcing him to have his gender reassigned by court order.
                 Darren stood behind Martin, "Please lean forward honey," he said taking Martin wrist and cuffing them together.
               "Don't you use terms of endearment with me," Martin spat out.
               "Sorry Martin, I was just trying to calm the moment."
               The strap was realeased and Martin stood up. He was perched up on his toes in a pair of 6" red high heels. His ankles were then shackled with a length of chain. Other than this Martin was completely naked. All his meetings were held in the guest house with him naked.
              "This is so stupid making me stay naked all the time.
              "You did try to run after the funeral Martin."
              "You know how degrading this is to be led around like this"
               "I know, but at least you won't be trying to go anywhere. If you do you'll do it naked."
               Martin was kept naked to prevent him from running away in a moment of emotional dispair. The restraints were part of a plan to show he didn't want the sex surgery and was being forced to conform to try and raise public awareness. The domestic help was notorious for leaks to the gossip columns.
               Martin was led back to the main house where his restraints were removed. He went into the study passing one of the pretty domestic uniformed maids along the way. She smiled and nodded as the naked man walked by. He closed the door to the study and picked up the phone. He had to reach out to someone before he snapped.
               "Hello Sasha, could you come and do my hair for my court dates?"
                "Sure Martin, I would love to, so what do you have in mind, she said sounding interested.
               They talked for 45 minutes on the phone as Martin became teary and began to cry telling her about the court challange to his gender, while she comforted him on the phone.
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