- Well, thats fine. There is still time, get dressed in men's clothes, let's go to the registry office and submit an application.

***

Mom came half an hour earlier, she was ready to strangle Victoria. Well, at least, to throw grandiose scandal. But she did not work. She was told at the door that the young people had filed an application in such a way that they needed to get ready for the wedding, and not to make scandals. Ksenia Petrovna happily passed her son into the hands of hers. Now she could start her life. Indeed, after that walk of a pseudo-aunt and a non-existent niece, she felt like a woman — she had a lover. Now she had no need to hide it from anyone. A still quite young woman began a new life.

The next day, Victor moved to his bride. Parents on both sides were not against. Victoria trained not only Dandelion, but also her parents.

“I not only keep them, but also the sick grandmother — my mother’s mother,” she explained to her fiancé, “as I say, so be it.”

***

I met Victor Dandelion many years later in another city, by chance. He told me his whole story from start to finish. He is happy...

- We have two children, a boy and a girl. Marina is two years younger than Mishenka, but she already commands them. Daughter to mother, and son to father, - he said, - I have not worked for five years - I was sitting at home with the children. Then Vika got me into the bank. I am happy, he repeated, but the main thing is that my wife is happy ...

***

The day was overcast. I liked it. I wanted rain, heavy rain. Then I would have a good reason for not going out. So I calmed myself. There was nobody at home. Mom and Dad took her sister and drove off for a week to a holiday home in Sosnovka. They knew that I would not die of hunger. I was preparing quite tolerably. But just in case, they scored the refrigerator thoroughly and gave me some money. I did not contradict, although in my pocket I had a sum of ten times their pension. They should not have known this. Opening the fridge, I thought hard to cook. Seeing the dumplings in the freezer, cooked myself twenty pieces. Sated decided to indulge in an exciting reading. Rummaging on the shelves of books, my eyes settled on a strange scroll.

The scroll was a book written by hand. I completely forgot about her. It was a forbidden pornographic novel that someone gave me to read a long time ago. But then I was not interested in them, but now is the time. From the first pages I drowned in a world of debauchery and lust. There were described such things about which I could not even imagine indulging in fornication, even in my violent erotic dreams.

I was especially fascinated by the story of one woman who sexually humiliated her servant. I immediately introduced Victoria and Dandelion. But it described the Middle Ages, and not socialist reality. There was a vice, and humiliation was elevated to the rank of virtue. I vividly imagined myself in the place of a servant, but not in the same way as Dandelion and Vika. In the book, Mrs. flogged her servant in the stable, and then forced her to crawl under her skirts and lick there, bringing her pleasure. I imagined myself in his place, reveling in degradation towards myself, and imagined a woman who would smack me with the reins, but not Vika, but some kind of ephemeral image. More precisely, I thought of Anidag from the movie “The Kingdom of Curved Mirrors”. She whipped me with the reins, and then, lowering her tight-fitting outfit to her knees, rudely ordered: "Lick!" Throwing the scroll on the bedside table, covered with a blanket with my head, as if someone could see me, I scrolled through this picture in my brain, indulged in fornication ...

I barely had time to change clothes, as I slept a dream. I dreamed that I was a girl. I have huge boobs and a dress, like a governess, with a white apron. Realizing in a dream that this can not be.After all, I am a man, I began to try to take it off. But it was not there! It was not filmed. Suddenly, out of nowhere, Anidag appeared in a tight black tights with sparkles and the same cut outer clothing, with loose shiny black hair. She had reins in her hands.

“Watch out,” the serpent woman said, “they are coming!”

- Who goes? - I did not understand.

- You will soon find out! - the fabulous woman was angry.

She was next to me, as often happens in a dream, and began to whip me with the reins. It didn't hurt. But in a dream there should be no pain. It was humiliating. Overwhelmed as much as possible, the lady pointed out her crotch with the reins. Of course, I knew what to do. After all, before falling asleep, scrolled this scene, adding a variety of details. I needed to fall on my knees, which I did. Touching my hand to the crotch of the queen, I felt some kind of stirring. Like there is a snake. Fear gripped me. It happens in a dream. It dawned on me that there is not a snake, but a member. I still knew little about hermaphrodites. But it was something else. More precisely, it was a nightmare. I was scared. The blood froze in his veins. Goosebumps crawled over my skin and ... I woke up, still under the impression of sleep. I was shaking under a blanket, but not from the cold, but from the horror suffered.

Constantly interfered with a sound, surrendering to a pep in my ears. Finally, waking up, it dawned on me that the doorbell was ringing. Someone came, but I did not expect anyone. Jumping off the couch, he quickly pulled on his pants and went to open in a T-shirt. Behind the door stood a lovely creature. Her pretty face reminded someone. I tried to remember whom, but nothing came to mind.

- I, Masha, - portraying a surprise on his face, introduced himself an angel, - Yura, don't you remember me?

“I leaped a bit,” the sleepy young man confessed in my face, “I don’t understand what is happening yet.”

- Happy? - asked the girl, - and at night, what are you going to do?

- Come on, - retreating from the door, the impolite zonya left the question unanswered.

Masha passed, turning her booty up like it was on the catwalk. Of course, my tongue did not turn to tell her to take off her shoes and put on slippers, of which there were a great many different sizes in the corridor. I paused, leaning against the door, admiring her panties, which peeped through the translucent dress, despite the stunted light pouring from my room. Still under the impression of the scroll I read, it seemed to me that I was falling on my knees in front of her and, diving my head under the skirt of her dress, I began to do what I really wanted to do with my tongue with her lower lips. This time in my trousers my snake stirred, but it did not frighten me, but it was pleasant. Having set the lady at the table, the glad owner wondered what she wanted to drink.

- Tea, coffee or dance? - asked the joyful owner, smiling.

The joke was a success. Masha got up from her chair and extended her hands to me.

“Let's dance,” she laughed.

Clicking the keys of the tape recorder, from which the Beatle’s enchanting music about Maxwell's silver hammer immediately flowed, I embraced the beauty and we merged into the dance. She looked rather seductive in her dress, and I, like a port loader, in slippers with bare feet, shabby pants and a T-shirt, in which I had recently rested. But having forgotten about everything, he gave himself up to the dance, tasting the sweetness of her chest, strongly pressed against my half-naked body. Her legs occasionally touched mine, creating excitement in my spine, which waves reached my groin and raised degrees in it, causing something there to snake. Still, dance is an erotic act. Hugging just so pretty girl was not possible. Could not be understood. And in the dance it looked natural.

The dance is over. Grabbing the clothes more befitting the occasion, I ran into another room to change clothes, turning on the kettle in the kitchen. Maria, in order not to get bored in my absence, took the scroll from the table and leafed through it, running through the places of interest.After getting dressed, the landlord quickly began to boil the salad, poured jam on the rosettes, washed the cups, cut the cheese and bun into nice slices .... Read more →