: Jurgen von Stuka
: Transition
: Pink Flamingo Media
: 9781935897927
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: Erzählende Literatur
: English
: 97
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From the author of Summer School, Desperate and Bondage Brokers comes another sensational novel; Transition. It's based on conversations between Jurgen von Stuka and noted German psychologist, Jessica V. St. Claire, PhD. All names, times and places have been changed to protect the identities of the people involved. Don Jones, a seemingly normal, healthy male seeks psychological therapy from Marti, as he is having issues coping with his need to dress as a female. During his sessions, he talks about his relationship with his girlfriend, Marilyn. The couple discuss his fantasies about dressing like a woman, and they discover when Don wears Marilyn's clothes, their sex life takes a wild and explosive turn. The kink doesn't stop there, however. Marilyn, an obviously dominant female, brings bondage and punishment into the mix when Don isn't a good submissive. Don describes an orgiastic weekend that he has with Marilyn and a couple of her girlfriends after he went to a club dressed as Marilyn's twin sister, telling Marti it was the most incredible experience of his life. Marti, understanding Don's distress, suggests that maybe he would feel more comfortable if he experiments with dressing as a woman in public, rather than behind closed doors. She gives him recommendations on who to speak with about how to outfit himself as a woman without looking awkward. Shortly after he gets his advice on clothes, makeup, wigs and other accessories, Don goes on a massive shopping spree, telling the sales girls he's buying for his girlfriend who lost everything in a fire. Don goes to his next session where he is greeted by not only Marti, Marilyn and many of the girls that helped him shop and. He learns that the girls have set up a fund for him to get the surgeries and treatments to make his dream a reality; he's to become a woman. During his surgery, the doctors find that Don was born a hermaphrodite and they alter his body to make him a true she-male. Afterward, Donna is sent to Mr. M, a man with enough money and power to set her up for life or make her miserable for the rest of it. Donna accepts her fate as a hermaphrodite, but learns quickly what will happen if she stays with Mr. M and his deviant friends. Can she escape the masochistic madman? Where will her path lead as a she-male?

Marti

At 19, Don Jones sat in his psychiatrist’s office and, after many months of psychotherapy, finally wondered aloud if, at this age, he was too old to become a girl.

“What an odd question,” Marti, his shrink, impulsively and unprofessionally responded that day when Don finally, after hours and hours on the psychiatrist’s couch, confessed that he thought he would have been happier if he were able to dress and perhaps even act like a woman some of the time. He carefully qualified this by saying that he had no interests in sexual relations with men and was not in the least attracted to other males.

Knowing from their many previous sessions that Don was trying to cope with some gender resolving issues, Marti was pleased that they were at a sort of watershed point on this topic.

Marti asked him if he thought he was really a woman inside and wanted, more than anything else, to be female all of the time. This question suddenly triggered memories that Don had not experienced recently. They were thoughts that he continued to try to suppress. He lapsed for a moment into one of his day dreams and forgot that he was lying on Marti’s couch, staring at the ceiling.

From the darkness of his subconscious, a scene of a human sexual layer cake arose. He was in bed with three beautiful young women. All were naked and he was, as he saw himself from a distance, not a man, but rather a quite attractive female, naked and displaying fine, youthful breasts, long legs, lovely full lips, dark brown hair in a ponytail and, surprisingly, a long, erect penis… He shuddered unknowingly on the couch as he recalled the feeling of the fat, greasy strap-on dildo that one of the women drove, with great vigor, up his ass. She was under him and thrusting upwards while he drove his own dick into another dark-haired beauty that was lying reversed on top of him with her head buried in the crotch of the woman underneath. The third woman also stood over him, her legs spread wide to accommodate the two bodies beneath her. Don had his tongue all the way up inside this girl’s sopping pussy and was manipulating a large vibrator in her ass. The day dream was so vivid that he was shaking on the couch, mumbling to himself. Don only snapped out of it when Marti stood up and walked over to him, touched him lightly on the shoulder and called his name.

“Don. Don!” Marti said loudly enough to wake him from the strangely realistic image before his eyes. “Are you okay?” Marti asked.

“Yea…yeah. I just sort of went into a trance,” Don said dully.

“Are you back with us now?”

“Yes. Sure. I was thinking back to another place, I guess,” he said.

“Were you just fantasizing?”

“No. It was a real memory, I’m sure of that,” he said.

“Can you tell me about it?”

“I was a woman in bed with three other women, except that I still had a cock and we were all fucking.”

“Very graphic, Don,” Marti said, writing notes on her pad. “Do you often have this fantasy?”

“It’s not a fantasy,” Don insisted. “It really happened. I’m sure of it.”

“When, Don?”

“I don’t know. Maybe in the future. I don’t know, but it’s very vivid and I’ve had it before.”

“Do you know the other women in the dream?”

“Yes. Well, not all of them. Some I think,” he said, trying to recall the scene again.

“Don,” said Marti carefully. “Do you see yourself as a woman often?”

“No, not all the time,” Don said hesitantly. He tried once again to explain that he was essentially a heterosexual male with all the normal male equipment and urges, but that he was driven to have the look and the clothes that a normal woman might have. “I want it, but my head says that it’s not realistic or possible,” he added.

“What is stopping you?”

“I think society’s double standard makes it impossible. It’s so frustrating.”

“What do you mean by that?” Marti, an attractive woman in her mid thirties, asked, crossing her legs and not bothering to tug her already short skirt’s hem down to a more respectable level on her exposed thighs.

“I just don’t understand the double standard about cross dressing,” Don said, unhappily, staring unconsciously at Marti’s knees and half exposed t