Helping Hand

A story of true love should have all the features of a fairy tale. It would contain yearning, desire, frustration, beauty, love, a villain, a hero, a senseless tragedy, and finally redemption.

Our tale takes place in Philadelphia. It seems fitting that the city of brotherly love should be the home of Robert Hopkins.

Robert Hopkins sold real estate. At twenty-seven, he worked hard, found success, but felt his life lacked something. He pondered this internal dissatisfaction every waking moment. He wondered what could make him smile more.

�Robert�, his secretary said, pointing a bright red fingernail up at him, �you�ve got to do for somebody else. You need to stop thinking of yourself and start thinking about others.� Delores came from across the river in Cherry Hill, where advice and big hair were home grown.

Robert took Delores� advice and offered to teach a class in real estate at the local community college. In Pennsy, a license is required to sell real estate. To get a license, you have to take a test. The test had a reputation. Most people had to take it several times before they passed.

The community college was thrilled when he offered to act as a teacher and tutor.

The course turned out to be fun. Twelve eager �students� listened to his every word. They watched, they smiled; they hung on his every gesture. Robert never had an audience before. It made him feel god-like.

By the second week, Robert noticed that one student was much more interesting than the others. Her name was Maxine Brady. Maxine was young and pretty. She smiled and took copious notes. She aced all the tests and thanked him at every opportunity for all his help.

Robert enjoyed having Maxine in his class. He was starting looking forward to Wednesday�s when he could watch her beautiful brown eyes. He could glance occasionally at her lithe body, her long neck, and her elegant, classic features.

Robert was becoming obsessed with Maxine and quickly found out where she lived. He didn�t have to follow her home because Maxine�s apartment was in the same complex where he lived. Robert watched Maxine come and go. He watched Maxine go to work, come home, and go out.

He found himself frequently waiting for her to appear as he gazed out his kitchen window that afforded a view of the parking lot and her building�s entrance. He realized he was becoming slightly manic, thinking about her all the time.

Looking at Maxine, you would assume you�re looking at a young lady, between eighteen and twenty-one. Shoulder length, brown wavy hair, a pettite body with a slight flaring of the hips and upper thighs, long shapely legs, and delicate upper body.

If you said hello, Max would smile. You�d notice the subtle makeup, the barest of eyeliner, a bit of lipstick, a light foundation, the briefest bit of color, and naturally a generous amount of mascara.

Robert looked out one Saturday morning and spotted Maxine on her way out. White and pink sneaks, tailored shorts, and a sleeveless, pale pink, cropped top. Headed out to the mall, I�ll bet. Robert knew that she often went there. A great place to stroll and shop. She�d often return a few hours later with packages.

Robert could see a delicate, lace bra peeking through Maxine�s tee. A bit of matching lace from his pink, French cut panties showed as she bent over to unlock the car.

She climbed behind the wheel and checked out the rearview mirror. She pursed her lips and then smiled. As she started her car and backed out, she concentrated on driving to the mall. She looked forward to getting some spring and summer sportswear and the GAP was a great place to shop.

During college, Max would use the dressing rooms at the GAP to try on everything in the store. Of course, back then, when money was limited, Max tried on a lot, but only took a little home. These days, Max bought anything that looked good.

The nice part was that times had changed. Now, for the first time, Max was making enough money to pay the bills and save some, too.

Getting a job selling real estate would be a great future. The new Max was taking the courses. The new Max showed up in a dress or skirt and blouse. Getting hired meant being seen, being seen meant being accepted. And oh, how important this was.

Money was power. Money was freedom. Money fulfilled all desires and wishes. Max knew that. It meant blurring the gender lines, and Max probably would have stepped over the edge tomorrow. But, Max was also a realist and didn�t throw everything away on an impulse or a whim.

Max had a plan. Working in the department store was okay. There was enough money but it was no fun being the old Max. It paid enough to eliminate those college loans, pay for a simple car, rent an apartment, and save. Save for that special day.

Of course, working in the department store was not fun. It was difficult and trying. It depressed Max to wear suits and sports jackets. Each morning, he had to bind his breasts and wear loose fitting pants to hide his growing hips and buttocks. He wore jackets with shoulder pads to compensate for his thin shoulders and arms. It was no fun hiding all his progress.

The department manager was a real pain, too. He was a constant critic and never satisfied with whatever Max did. While Max was the best sales person in the store, Mr. Greenly always demanded more. �Why haven�t you sold more of those sports jackets? Where�s that new display you were supposed to do? An hour for lunch?�

Max knew that being the best meant not being fired. It wasn�t fear that made you a good employee, it was the desire to do well.

Max had been blurring that gender line since eighteen. Who knew you could order hormones and blockers from Greece on the internet. His after-school job money went to purchasing those purple capsules and little square orange pills.

Throughout college, Max chose to develop breasts, thighs, buttocks, and hips rather than erections. And when his genitals shrank rather than grew, he smiled. Pretty good swap he would say as he tucked himself in each morning and put on his French cut bikinis or thong.

His well scrubbed make-up free face, his clean, shiny hair pulled back in a rubber band, his understated conservative coat and tie, made him more invisible. He wore ace bandages to keep himself flattened. He chose generous pleated pants and sport coats to hide the hips and growing butt. All in all, no one looked at him twice when they were making their purchases.

Max clung to the fact that he needed a good job and since his birth certificate said male, he had to have a better job before he could live full time and not be dependent on the generosity of others. Department stores were much too fickle. One suggestion of gender confusion and he�d find himself out of a job.

Sure he chose to spend money having his body hair removed permanently through laser and electrolosis. And sure he continued to take expensive hormones and androgen blockers, but he had a goal. He wanted to sell real estate and have live full time. He didn�t want to depend on the whims of some middle management stick.

After the big Christmas retail rush, Max took off the month of January. He had scheduled surgery. He had his nose reshaped and his brow and adam�s apple shaved.

The doctor told him he�d remain swollen for a few months. The black and blue marks were gone before the month was up. Returning to the job, no one noticed any difference. In a few months when the swelling disappeared and everything healed, nobody�d notice he�d have lost the tell-tale adam�s apple and the heavy brow. The changes were subtle enough that everyone assumed his face had always been that way.

But the surgery gave Max more confidence. He felt more able to pass, much more feminine.

It was lonely for him. Living a lie, praying for the future, enjoying brief moments as a woman. The saddest times were Sunday nights when he removed the polish, took his makeup off, and pulled his hair back.

Max wished that he could share his real life with someone, but was frightened of the consequences. He had resigned himself to living his life alone. It wouldn�t do to have someone who discovered his secret or upset his plan.

But, as much as Max tried to survive in his monastic life or denial, he wished for a friend. Well, actually, he wanted a lover. A man who would treat him like a girl, a woman.

Max had never had sex with another person. Sure, he would occationally pleasure himself until he grew warm and happy. But, he dreamed about a lover.

There was a teacher at school that he couldn�t stop thinking about. Robert taught his real estate class. He was tall, broad shouldered, attractive, and very masculine. A dream guy who Max wished could be his boyfriend.

They had talked after class. They would occationally stand together and and waste a lot of time until Max would excuse himself to leave. All that talking, and they discovered they both liked movies. This was how their first date started.

When Robert found out that Max loved horror movies, he insisted that they go after class to the opening of the new Freddy Kreuger movie. �We�ll go straight from school and get the best seats in the house.�

And that�s how it all happened. Max and Robert stood in line and bought tickets and then popcorn. They laughed and talked and then sat spellbound through the latest horror flick.

Robert was a few years older and seemed comfortable enough with himself.

Max was in heaven. He felt warm all over as he sat next to this great guy. It was all he could do not to snuggle up close or grab his arm. Max was having fun, way too much fun.

As he sat there he wondered what it would be like to suck Robert�s cock, or feel him on top, taking him inside his butt.

After the movie, Robert insisted they walk around to a bar where they got a drink and a sandwich. As they drank, Robert told Max about his life. Max listened and fantasized.

�Earth to Maxine, earth to Maxine! Yoo hoo?�

�Sorry, Robert. Just dreaming.� Dreaming, he thought. All about you, imagining you with me.

After some more beers, Max excused himself and said he needed to head on home. As much as he wanted the evening to go on forever, he kept both feet on the ground. Anymore beer and I�m going to make a pass at this guy and boy, would the shit hit the fan.

�Well, let me walk you home. You don�t live far from me.�

As they walked together, Max wondered how Robert knew where he lived.

�Well, I didn�t realize we were neighbors until I saw you coming home one weekend. You were in your own world and I figured you wanted your privacy.�

Max�s stomach went thud. Weekend, privacy. What did he know?

As they reached his building, Max turned and said his goodbyes. �Thanks for the movie. I probably wouldn�t have gone out but waited six months to rent it.

Robert frowned. �Hey, you�re not going to invite me up for a beer? What�s the matter?�

Max wasn�t sure what would happen if this dreamy guy, his teacher, found out he had a cock instead of a cunt.

�Well, sure. C�mon up.�

As they walked up the two flights to his apartment, Max wondered about all of this. Unlocking his door and turning on the lights, Max headed towards the fridge and the beers.

As he handed a beer to Robert, their hands brushed. Robert smiled and rested his other arm on Max�s shoulder. �Thanks. You�re great.�

Max felt an electric charge run through his body and got a bit dizzy. He staggered slightly.

�Hey, you alright?� Robert steadied him and drew his face close to Max�s. �You alright?�

Max smiled and shook his head. �I guess I�ve had too many beers.�

But the real rush was when Robert smiled as he kissed Max on the mouth.

At first, Max pulled back. But, Robert held him firmly as he continued to kiss him gently on the lips.

Max closed his eyes and kissed back. He felt Robert pull him in closer until his body leaned in and they touched. Max circled his arms around Robert and pulled him in.

When their lips parted, Robert smiled. �I�ve wanted to do that ever since I saw you in class. You looked so pretty.�

�Really, you thought I was pretty?�

�Oh yes. You had on a beige dress and heels. Your hair was up in a French twist.�

Max kissed Robert on the lips. �Thank you.�

Robert led Max to the couch. �I think you are beautiful, Maxine.�

As Max enjoyed Robert�s touch, he realized that this couldn�t go much further. He pushed away.

�Robert, we�ve got to stop. I can�t do this to you.�

�Do what?�

�Fool you, lie to you.�

�Maxine, I don�t understand. Do you have a boyfriend? Are you married?�

�No. It�s just that I�m not what you think I am.�

�I don�t understand.� Robert frowned.

�I�m not completely a woman. I�m a transsexual.�

�Max, would you dress for me now?�

�Dress for you?�

�Well, you know what I mean. I thought all girls wanted to show it off.

�Sure.�

Max pushed away from Robert and told him to have a beer. He said he�d be back in a few minutes.

Max went into his bedroom and quickly stripped off his clothes. Picking out a lacey black demi-bra, he slipped it on. He back brushed his hair until it glowed and framed his face.

Slipping on a tiny matching bikini, he straightened his genitals and made sure everything was tucked away.

Stepping into a pair of 3� black patent pumps, Max took his silk wrap off the bathroom door. He washed his face and brushed his teeth. He quickly applied mascara, liner, blush, and lip gloss. Spraying on perfume finished his quick change.

Checking out himself in the mirror, Max turned and examined himself critically. The silk dressing gown came just below his butt and only accented his shapely rear and legs more.

Fluffing his hair with his hands, he smiled. Good enough, he thought.

As he walked into the living room, he grinned from ear to ear. Robert sat there clapping as Max strutted his stuff.

Max chose to sit on Robert�s lap. As he did, he felt Robert�s hand stroke his bare leg. Max put his arms around Robert�s neck and kissed him deeply. Using his tongue, he opened Robert�s mouth and began to suck his tongue.

Max�s hand stroked his leg upwards until he found Robert�s crotch. His hand cupped his genitals and moved until he was tucked close. They continued to kiss as Max stroked Robert's penis.

Max pushed Robert�s legs apart. As he did, he moved down until he was sitting between his legs on the floor. Using both his hands, he loosened Robert�s belt and unzipped his fly.

Robert lifted his bottom allowing Max to pull his pants off. Max grabbed his boxers along with his pants and soon Robert�s erection was freed and standing up straight.

Max began to lick Robert�s thick member. Licking led to kissing, kissing led to sucking, sucking led to swallowing. Max instinctively sucked Robert deep in his mouth, drawing him in and out slowly. Looking up, he could see that Robert was closing his eyes with the pleasure. Max used his hands to free Robert�s shirt and touched the hair on his chest.

Robert groaned and began to pump himself in and out of Max�s mouth. Max squeezed down with his lips as Robert pistoned in and out. Robert shuttered and began to shoot between Max�s lips and into his mouth.

Max sucked and swallowed as if his life depended on it. Afraid to miss on drop, he hungrily licked Robert clean.

Resting his head against Robert�s leg, Max smiled and felt a glow of satisfaction. Everything had happened so fast, he was just starting to realize what he had just done.

Looking up, he realized that Robert was looking at him and grinning.

�C�mere. Come back up with me.�

Max smiled and sat back in Robert�s lap. They kissed as Robert freed Max�s breasts. Cupping them and fondling his nipples, Max sighed.

�Can we stop wasting time? I want you to take me, now please.�

Robert licked Max from head to toe. Soon, Max was lying naked on the couch as Robert pleasured him.

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