Crossing Texas – Chapter Twenty-Six
Sunday was warm and sunny. I had slept well despite last night’s events. By eleven I had finished cleaning rooms as the motel had only a few guests. I then returned to my room, freshened my makeup, touched up my lipstick, brushed my hair, and walked to Sara’s to do my daily maid work there.
It took Sara a few minutes to open her door. She obviously had been asleep.
Sara’s long, dark hair, as fine as silk, was mussed yet so beautiful. She wore only a short, pastel blue teddy, with matching panties. Her soft, young breasts were clearly visible through the semi-transparent nightie. Her fingernails and toe nails were painted bright red, but other than that she was all natural, all female. I couldn’t help but stare at Sara, stunned, even overwhelmed by her beauty and her natural femininity.
“Well, what are you staring at, Pamela? Haven’t you ever seen a girl before,” she asked rhetorically, smiling, then put her arms around me and warmly embraced me and gently kissed my lips. I noticed the kiss had transferred a touch of my lipstick onto Sara’s lips, adding to the sexiness of her smile.
“Come in, Pamela! I just woke up. You’ll have to excuse my look.”
“Excuse the way you look, Mistress! Why, never before have I seen a sight so very beautiful!”
“Flattery will get you nowhere, Pamela,” Sara laughed, then she took my hand and led me to her bedroom. It was messy, with lingerie and the outfit she wore last night scattered about, and a pair of men’s boxer shorts and t-shirt also thrown onto the floor.
“Forgive me for being so giddy, Pamela, and for making such a mess for you to clean, but last night was, well, something special. Mike and I, well., let’s just say it was a night I’ll never forget.”
“Mistress Sara,” I replied glumly, “I don’t mind cleaning up after you.”
“That’s nice of you, Pamela. You really are so very nice. Tell me, were you a nice boy before, you know., your “change”?”
I blushed.
“Well, yes, I suppose so, but I was a man, Mistress, not a boy. I mean, I am a man, Mistress, I suppose.”
Sara began laughing, not a mean laugh, but a joyful, giddy laugh.
“Pamela,” she said, “you’re not really a man anymore. I mean, look at yourself. You are pretty! Even rather sexy. And I mean that in a nice way.”
“But I am a man. Really! I mean, I like you like a man. I love you like a man would love you. And I could make love to you like a man, Mistress.”
“Perhaps you could,” she said thoughtfully, “but for this morning you’ve been promoted from a mere maid to a chambermaid!”
“I don’t understand,” I said, perplexed.
“Silly girl! Chambermaid! That just means you’ll need to help me clean up a bit, OK? After that, you can clean my bedroom. The sheets are a bit dirty, Pamela, because Mike fucked me five times last night!” Pamela spoke and acted as if she were aglow. She was clearly in love, but not with me.
“Oh, and you must clean Mike’s underwear, too. Hand wash them, but separately from my lingerie.”
“Tell me, Pamela, before you became a girl., I mean, when you were a boy.., or man., gee, just describing you is so difficult! Anyway, back before you wore skirts, did you ever make love to a woman five times in one night?”
“No Mistress,” I replied sadly.
“You have made love to a woman, haven’t you?”
“Well, ah., I, well yes, of course.,” I replied, flustered.
“Don’t you remember, Sara, I made love to you.”
“Oh., yes., I forgot.” She paused, then continued, “but other than that one time?”
I blushed and remained silent.
“I’m sorry, Pamela. I didn’t realize you were a., virgin. But that’s OK, Pamela. I was just wondering how it felt to a man, making love and all., whether it feels as marvelous to Mike as it does to me. But anyway, Pammy dear, I can see I’m embarrassing you again. You’re so demure! Now go ahead and take off your clothes.”
My eyes opened wide with surprise.
“What, mistress?”
“Your uniform, silly girl. Take it off. You’ll have to help me bathe, and you don’t want to get it all wet, do you?”
“I suppose not,” I said sheepishly.
“Take all your clothes off, Pamela. You really do have a pretty body, you know.”
“But mistress.”
“Oh, well, yes, I suppose you should leave your bra on, honey. Amanda could return, and if she were to catch you without your titties, she’d be pissed.
She paid a lot for those silicone inserts, you know, because she wanted you to feel more womanly. Amanda does care for you, really.”
“Yes, Mistress,” I replied as I slipped out of my dress and began removing my pantyhose. Then I removed my slip, leaving me wearing only a bra and a panty girdle.
“Oh Pamela! I don’t know how you can stand wearing panty girdles! Go ahead and take it off, Don’t be so shy, girl!”
Slowly, under Sara’s gaze, I removed the tight-fitting pink panty girdle, leaving me naked except for my bra. In one sense I was excited to be nearly naked while alone with Sara, yet I felt incredibly embarrassed.
“Now, don’t you feel better, Pamela, without all those clothes? You know, real girls don’t always dress up. Anyway, my dear chambermaid, come and massage my shoulders,” Sara said as she slipped out of her teddy and sat upon the small stool.
I did as asked. Standing behind her, I gently rubbed her bare shoulders and neck. I gently kissed the nape of her neck. As I massaged, I looked down at Sara’s beautiful, firm ass. My cock began to harden.
“Oh, that does feel nice, Pamela, ” Sara said.
“Now I want you to massage my pussy.”
“But how, Mistress?”
“With your tongue, you silly little chambermaid.”
I did as commanded. Sara lay on her bed with her legs off the edge, so that her pussy was right there, open, at the edge of the bed. I knelt down before her, like a subject before his goddess, with my mouth at the same height as her vagina, and slowly, gently, put my mouth to her crotch. My tongue explored and caressed her female mysteries.
“Yes, dear Pamela, that does feel so very nice. Clean it out, my baby. I know you don’t mind the cum which Mike deposited there. Jerri told me how much you seemed to enjoy swallowing Roger’s cum! Oh, Pamela, what we girls must do to make our men happy.” Sara droned on in an increasingly excited tone of voice.
“Keep at it, Pamela, don’t stop unless I say to stop. That’s it, right there, lick right there. Go ahead, girl, keep at it.”
“Maybe you’ll like being a girl, Pamela. You gotta admit that you’ve had more sex in your couple of months as a girl then you had in 21 years as a boy. And believe me, Pammy, it’s really enjoyable. Not just the sex, but everything. Dressing up, looking pretty, the feeling of sisterhood, even motherhood. You’ll love it, Pamela., oh, yes, stay at it., right like that., keep it up, little girl..” I could feel her entire body shiver while as her juices flowed around my tongue and mouth.
After some moments of silence, she continued, “By the way, Pamela, we girls had a talk with Roger last night. We discussed you and your., deficiencies., as a girl. We showed him your photo album, you know, from the doctor’s office, but we tried to cover up your little., thing, so Roger wouldn’t actually have to see it. Anyway, Roger said you look rather sexy in those photos! Roger likes you. He’s willing to try to overlook your penis., he called it your “problem”., as long as, in his words, he never has to “see it, suck it, or get stuck by it”. I just wanted you to know that he likes you., strictly as a female, that is. We, all of us girls, have vowed not to ever tell any of the other guys about you.” As she talked, Sara’s lovely legs held my head in place, and she was even able to guide me a bit just by shifting her thigh muscles slightly.
“Roger’s looking forward to the time you finish your electrolysis and get your real titties. Your tongue feels so fine, honey, so gentle, much different from the overpowering sensation of a real man’s prick, you understand. You eat me like a girl does, Pamela, and I like that. I like that a lot!”
My cock had been rubbing against the blankets which hung from Sara’s bed, causing me to become ever more excited as Sara went through cycles of orgasm. Suddenly Sara trembled violently and grasped my head with her hands and pulled me tightly against her as she climaxed yet again. At the same time I, too, reached the precipice of orgasm; my cock began to pulse and was only a touch away from coming. I held still, very careful not to let my throbbing member touch anything, fearful lest I shoot cum onto Sara’s bed and carpet, angering her. Luckily I had stopped just in time; I felt the orgasm fade, the throbbing ebb. I had just experienced a dry orgasm, something that happens on occasion.
Sara’s legs finally loosened, and I collapsed onto the floor, exhausted. For several minutes Sara lay motionless on her bed, while I too lay motionless, on the floor, staring up at the ceiling fan slowly rotating, my mind devoid of all thought.
“Oh, Pamela, that did feel good, so good,” Sara said, breaking the silence.
“Now, dear Pamela, make love to me. Make love to me like a man makes love to the woman he loves.”
“Mistress?”
“Yes, sis, you heard me. You’re still a man, so prove it to me. I know you’ve been infatuated with me since the moment you first saw me. Come and show me what you feel for me. I’m a woman, treat me like one! Please Pammy.”
Incredulous about my good fortune, I got up from the floor and climbed onto Sara’s bed. She spread her legs, and I lowered myself onto her. I noticed tiny drops of sweat on her brow; I could smell, almost taste, her youthful fertility.
“That’s it, Pammy. You know, last night Jerri and Cathy were telling Roger how feminine your cock looks. They said it was more clit than cock. I didn’t say anything, but I know better. You’re still a male, and you desire me. So come now, Pamela, and fuck me. I’ve been horny all morning!”
I kissed Sara’s neck, then her breasts. I tried. God, how I tried! But my dry orgasm had sapped me; my cock remained flaccid. I rubbed it against Sara, hoping and praying it would harden, but it didn’t. I don’t know if it was the female hormones, or a born lack of manhood, but having almost come once, I simply could not get hard again.
“What’s wrong, Pamela? I thought you loved me. You love me like a man, you said it yourself,” Sara sounded hurt as she grasped my shrunken penis, “but this is how you prove it? Pamela! I’ve never had a man do this to me. Never!”
“But, Mistress..”
“Jesus, Pamela, Jerri was right. You’re not a man anymore, not at all! Cathy and Jerri said you were hard as you sucked Roger’s cock, but for me, a real woman, your dick gets softer than a girl’s breast. Why, it’s so damn tiny, Pamela,” she muttered as she held it in her hand.
“Damn,” she said loudly, with total disgust. I had never seen Sara so upset; clearly, she considered my failure as an affront to her sexuality.
“I’m sorry, Mistress. Maybe later., just give me an hour., please..”
“What? I should wait an hour so that tiny pink prick might, just might, get excited over me? You sissy! You fairy!”
We were both uncomfortably silent for what seemed an eternity. I wondered what thoughts were going through the beautiful girl’s mind. I continued trying to awaken my sleeping manhood, unsuccessfully.
“No, Pamela, you’re a girl. You apparently are accepting that as a fact, and I should have accepted it, too. You’re my chambermaid. I shouldn’t have expected anything more from you. Now go run me a bath like a good little maid.” I was crying as I got off my dear Sara. Any male ego I had left was now shattered.
“Sara sat up on her bed and stared at me with contempt. I felt incredibly emasculated and humiliated as I stood beside Sara’s bed, wearing only my bra, with my soft, shrunken cock hanging limply, a sad relic of lost manhood. Sara just stared silently at my useless member.
“Please, Mistress,” I finally got the courage to ask, “may I put my panties back on?”
“Why Pamela! Are you ashamed to let me see that useless little thing hanging between your legs?”
“Yes Mistress. It’s embarrassing.”
“I suppose it is. Yes., I suppose it is… Oh, go ahead! Put your panty girdle back on. And here, put my nightgown on, too. I wouldn’t want to make you uncomfortable, would I,” Sara said as she tossed me her lacy blue teddy.
“Gee, Pamela, do you realize that you act like a young schoolgirl?”
“Yes, Mistress,” I replied as I first pulled on my panty girdle and then slipped into her nightgown. As I donned Sara’s teddy, I felt a strange sense of warmth, of comfort, an almost mystical sense of well-being.
“Very good, Pamela, massage gently,” Sara said as I worked conditioner into her hair. I knelt by the tub, wearing Sara’s short nightgown, while she sat in the bubble bath I had poured for her.
“You do make an outstanding chambermaid, Pamela. I’ll definitely make use of your services more often, now that I see just how good you are.” From the tone of her voice I could tell that her anger towards me had ebbed.
“Awhile back, Amanda bought you a very pretty French maid’s outfit. You know the kind: black frilly dress with short hemline and frilly white apron, and white bonnet., it’s really something! At the time, I asked her to not make you wear it because, well, I thought you might be embarrassed to be seen in it.”
“I understand, Mistress.”
“But I was wrong, Pamela, and Amanda was right. I suppose you should wear it. After all, it’ll make you look very sexy.”
“Yes, Mistress, I suppose so,” I said as I gently dried Sara, now standing, with a fluffy towel.
“Oh, and by the way, Pamela, I promised Mike that you would go by his apartment once or twice a week to tidy it up. You can vacuum, do the dishes, wash his clothes. Just do all the wifely duties., except sex, that is.”
“Yes, Mistress,” I replied apprehensively, “but I believe I would feel., well., uncomfortable, cleaning your boyfriend’s apartment, as if I were his, you know., wife..”
“Yes,” Sara laughed, “particularly when dressed as a French maid!”
“But,” she continued after a few moments, in a serious tone of voice, “just remember, Pamela, you are not allowed to flirt with my boyfriend. Never! Understood?”
“Yes, Mistress,” I replied, shame-faced.
“And if ever comes on to you, you leave his place immediately. No playing the helpless little girl like you do with Roger.”
“Yes, Mistress, I understand,” I replied. I realized that the relationship between Sara and myself had irrevocably changed. No more did she see me as male, or even potentially male. I felt very, very sad.
“Yes, Pamela, you’ll soon get used to being female. In fact, I bet you’ll never go back. You’re a Texan now. The boy from Iowa is no more. Ahora, Pamela es la senorita de Tejas.”
The End of Crossing Texas – Chapter Twenty-Six.
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