DNA II
Chapter 9

Copyright© 2000 by Stephanie

Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 9 - Sequel to DNA

Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa   Fa/Fa   Consensual   Reluctant   TransGender   Science Fiction  

"Hurry up!" Mandy shouted from outside Paul's bedroom.

"I'll be ready in a minute!" Paul replied, and turned back to the mirror. The girl that stared back at him no longer startled him as much as she used to, but he was still far from comfortable with his new form.

He was wearing a flowing long skirt which covered his legs. He would have preferred to have worn jeans, but they just made his masculine lower half too obvious for his liking. Paul fiddled with the buttons on his white blouse. He had never really noticed that woman's blouses had the buttons on the other side from those of men's shirts. Finally he had it done up. The blouse covered his large breasts, but couldn't really hide them. Well, it would have to do. To finish up, he slipped on a black jacket. It was obviously feminine, but was far better than some of the items Mandy had tried to get him to buy when they had gone shopping the previous weekend.

Paul checked his face in the mirror. His experiments in make-up hadn't been very successful, but he felt he had mastered the basics of lipstick. He went to the door and slipped on his shoes. The two-inch heel had made him a little unsteady at first, but at least they restored some of his lost height.

Mandy was waiting for him outside his door. "At last! What have you been up to in there?"

"Sorry. I'm a bit tired tonight."

"Oh no! You're not getting out of it tonight. You've locked yourself in here every evening. Well tonight, we are going out."

Paul knew better than to argue with Mandy. She could be very stubborn when she felt like it. "Okay, okay. Where are we going?"

"The Roxy. One of the best clubs around." She looked Paul up and down. "Don't you think your outfit is a little conservative?"

Paul looked at Mandy's short, tight pink dress. "It's what I like."

"You've got a good body. You should show it off more. Next payday you and me are going to go and get something that'll have all the boys drooling on the floor."

"Terrific," said Paul unable to disguise his lack of enthusiasm.

It was still fairly early when they arrived at the club, and the queue wasn't very long. Soon they were inside.

The music was being pumped out at a loud level, and the dance floor was heaving with people. Paul felt even more out of place than normal. Virtually everyone there was half his age. He turned to see Mandy heading over to the bar. He hurried to catch up.

She ordered a couple of cocktails, and they settled down at an empty table. After a while, Paul started to relax and enjoy himself. They talked about the people they worked with at the fast food joint, and cracked jokes at their boss's expense.

Almost before he knew it, he had knocked back several drinks and they were starting to go to his head. Mandy had gone back to the bar to get some more and Paul caught himself admiring her curves. Her tight dress left little to the imagination on her petite frame. It was the one frustration with living with Mandy. Paul could never have her, and even if he did, Mandy would run the risk of contracting the DNA-altering virus.

Paul was a little concerned to notice two men walk up to Mandy as she was making her way back to the table. She said little, and though Paul wasn't certain under the club's lighting, she seemed to be blushing.

As Mandy sat down, the two men joined her and Paul at the table. They were in their late teens, and were fairly fit-looking. They introduced themselves as Bruce and Steven and it was obvious what they were after.

Paul was fairly surprised that Mandy didn't tell them where to go. He glanced over and saw she was definitely embarrassed. He was quite surprised. This was a side of her he hadn't seen before. Paul kept the conversation going while he tried to work out how to get rid of them.

The two boys had obviously decided which girl each of them wanted, and Paul ended up talking to Steven. It was rather odd and a bit exciting to be pursued by someone, even a boy. Bruce had his arm around Mandy already and it was clear she wasn't happy about it, but she didn't seem to be doing anything about it.

Paul looked across the dance floor looking for an escape route. Then he saw the entrance to the toilets. He turned to Steven, "You'll have to excuse me for a few minutes. I have to visit the little girl's room. Coming Mandy?"

Mandy extricated herself from Bruce and gladly followed Paul to the women's toilets. Paul guessed that the two boys were asking themselves why women always go to the bathroom in pairs. Inside, several other women were standing around chatting. Paul turned to Mandy. "You okay?"

Mandy smiled weakly. "Yeah, sorry about that. I get shy around boys. I don't want to spoil it for you."

Paul laughed. "Don't worry. I don't think much of mine either."

Mandy was getting her old confidence back. "Shall we go somewhere else?"

Paul nodded. He didn't want to spend another second with Steven and Bruce if he could help it. Several minutes later they slipped out of the toilets and made it to the exit without being seen by the two boys.

They made their way through several streets trying to decide where to go next. "What about that club over there?" Paul asked.

"It's a gay and lesbian night-club." Mandy replied.

"Oh." Was all that Paul could say in reply.

Mandy stopped. "Actually, it's not a bad idea. Come on."

Paul called after her, but Mandy had already disappeared inside. Cursing under his breath, he followed her.

Inside the club was like another world, there were men dancing with other men and drag queens. There were also quite a few women. Paul went over to Mandy, trying to avoid catching anyone's eye.

Mandy smiled at his discomfort. "Relax. Many hetero friends of mine go here. The big advantage is that the men here are only interested in other men. We can have a quiet drink in peace."

"I see what you mean." said Paul. He wondered if the men would be interested in him if they knew what he had in his panties.

Paul soon grew accustomed to seeing people of the same sex kissing, and it was nice not to be eyed up by predatory males all the time. He did get propositioned at the bar by a very stunning woman in her early thirties. It was the first time any woman had shown any interest in him sexually since his change.

"Uhh... thanks, but I'm with the girl in the pink over there." Paul replied.

The woman smiled. "No harm in asking. She is cute, though, isn't she?"

"Yeah," said Paul, smiling.

The woman smiled, "Well, if you two ever want a third partner, let me know."

"I'll do that." Paul wore a big grin all the way back to Mandy.

"Who was that?" asked Mandy as Paul brought the drinks back to the table.

"My secret admirer. I only got rid of her my saying you were my lover."

Mandy laughed. "What did she say?"

"She said you were very cute and sexy."

They were both giggling uncontrollably by this point. They were more than slightly drunk by now. Mandy knocked back her drink in one go. "Fancy a dance?"

"Are you serious?" Paul said. He wanted nothing more than to dance with this sensuous creature.

 
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