The show.

Jenny always made it a point to keep her transition secret, except for the few people in her life that did know about it. Once upon a time, this secret was only known by her parents and best friend, Andy. It then extended to her human resource department, her friend Leslie, and eventually, her current husband, Skylar. As more people learned about it, Jenny found it increasingly difficult to keep it secret. Rumors were constantly growing in her job, and her efforts to remain exiled from her extended family were taking a toll. Her parents covered for her with aunts, uncles, and cousins, making them wonder why they haven’t been able to see or talk to her.

Skylar noticed Jenny’s growing concerns over the last few months as people seemed to poke into her life more and more. Just last week, her Aunt Maggie called several times in an effort to speak with her favorite nephew, Jason. Maggie still had no idea about the transition, so Skylar decided to take the call and pose as Jenny’s former self. Skylar could tell how taxing it was for Jenny as they worked together to make the call believable. That night Skylar set the mood in their bedroom for a massage, which was something he loved to do. It gave him access and time to run his hands all over Jenny and enjoy every bit of her perfect body. He used this time to quietly discuss her concerns, and Jenny was able to talk it out while having her stress relieved at the same time. Skylar’s words encouraged her, giving her the confidence to decide it was time to stop keeping it a secret.

With Skylar’s help, Jenny was put into contact with a popular talk show where she could tell her story. They were intrigued immediately, offering her a segment so long as she could provide supporting documents, like medical records, photos, etc. Staff from the show came out later to interview Jenny and everyone that could corroborate her story, including Skylar, Andy, and her parents.

Skylar, Andy, Leslie, Alice, and Jenny’s parent’s all flew out for the day of the show to give support. Jenny sat nervously in the back of the studio while a lady touched up her face with makeup as another guy explained the flow of the segment. Jenny’s parents were introduced on the stage first as an opening to her life. Pictures were displayed from Jenny’s toddler years through the present day, with her parents sharing their stories.

When it was time for Jenny to enter, she walked on the stage in a short black, shape-hugging dress and open-toe heels. It was Skylar’s favorite dress of hers since he loved the contrast of the black against her pale skin. Her fingers and toes were recently tailored with French tips at the salon, which she had visited with Leslie as usual. Jenny took a seat next to her mother on the stage and crossed her legs as she intentionally diverted her attention from the live audience. Instead, she focused on the host while looking back and forth to her parents.

Jenny could feel the eyes of the audience on her, judging her from a distance, forming opinions on her appearance and whether or not her story was true. Her mother even glanced at her daughter’s attire and wished that she had worn a dress that didn’t stop so far above her knees. She didn’t plan on scolding Jenny on t.v., but it was definitely something she intended to speak about after the show, even if Jenny was a grown, married woman.

The host began the conversation, which distracted Jenny from wondering how many people were in the audience, and from the arousal growing within from having so many people looking at her. After hearing Jenny’s account of her forced transition, the crowd burst into cheers of support. Jenny’s eyes filled with tears from the overwhelming sensation of all these people cheering for her. Her mother pulled a tissue from her purse, something that Jenny never got into carrying, nor did she own one.

Skylar entered the stage next, then took a seat beside his wife before holding her hand in his own. This brought comfort, calm, and encouragement to Jenny, making her feel like she could conquer the world. This was it for her; her story would be distributed to the world, no more secret life, no more hiding her past, and no more being ashamed. It was a culmination of every obstacle she had overcome to this point. She thought about the others still undergoing treatment for the same thing and hoped this would help them too.

“Now for the final question,” the host said. “Your transition was much different than what a normal person would expect, is that correct?”

“Yes,” Jenny answered, nodding.

“I’m sure the audience and viewers would like to hear about it, and I believe this is the main reason for your trip to the show,” the host said.

“It is the main reason, yes, and I definitely want to share,” Jenny said. “I’ve already explained how it came to be, but what makes this different is that my body has produced all of the appropriate female anatomy and reproductive organs.”

“So, what you mean to say,” the host said with a smile. “Is that you have ovaries, female genitalia, and the works?”

“I have it all,” Jenny said quickly, wanting to claim her own story. “Everything works just as if I had been born a girl, I have a monthly period, and I can even get pregnant.”

“Pregnant!?” The host emphasized for effect. “Do you and Skylar plan to have children?”

Jenny and Skylar looked at each other with a smile, their fingers embraced firmly in the other’s hand, then they both looked at the host. “Yes, we do,” Jenny answered.

Jenny’s nerves were running high after the segment ended, and the four of them exited to the back once more. As Jenny stepped into the bathroom to wash her sweaty hands, her mother came in to speak to her. The mom held her eyes on her daughter, making sure Jenny felt better about having the opportunity to fully shed her secret. She then looked down upon Jenny’s short dress, which she left little to the imagination.

“You really shouldn’t wear such exposing outfits in public,” she said to Jenny. “I’m no prude, but certain things should be kept between a husband and wife,” she added.

“Come on, mom,” Jenny protested as she dried her hands. “You scold me for showing a little leg, but it was okay when I told you Skylar took me to a nude beach resort.”

“That’s different,” the mom countered. “You weren’t on national t.v.”

“I’d argue that being completed naked everywhere I went for an entire week is worse, but fine,” Jenny digressed.

Back in the guest area, everyone was waiting for Jenny, each person taking a turn to give her a hug. Andy met her first, embracing his best friend with due support but keeping it appropriate since her parents were around. Andy, Alice, Skylar, and Jenny were in a perpetual open relationship with each other, which they kept a secret. However, with Jenny’s back to everyone, Andy copped a feel of her butt as he lowered his arms away from her, which caused Jenny to give him a light punch to the chest.

Jenny’s father stepped in next, smiling at his daughter as he hugged her tightly. It had taken from the time of Jenny’s transition up to her wedding for him to shed the resentment he had of losing a son, and now, he couldn’t be more proud of having such a brave daughter.

Skylar stood back, wanting to be the last to approach his wife, so Alice went next and gave Jenny a quick but thoughtful hug. The only thing she didn’t like about Jenny was the fact she was married to Skylar, whom she had a tremendous crush on. If it were in her power, Alice would swap places with Jenny in an instant, making it so Jenny would be married to Andy, and her, to Skylar. After all, they had a lot more common as they both worked in law enforcement, and Andy and Jenny had their love for video games.

Leslie was next, who now realized she was the only person there without a significant other present. Having flowing blond hair, bright green eyes, and a model’s physique, Leslie could easily find a guy to settle down with, but she still preferred making adult content and keeping her options open. After she hugged Jenny, she stepped back again and kept sneaking looks at Jenny’s dad. She loved his salt and pepper hair, the mature look of his stubbly face, whose recently shaved beard was already starting to grow back, and how tall he was, standing at least six foot five.

Skylar approached his wife now that everyone else was finished. Jenny watched his eyes as he walked up to her, with him being the only person who could make her feel both vulnerable and confident at the same time. Skylar’s eyes glanced down to take in all of his wife’s perfect body, from her thick brunette hair down to her cute, pedicured toes. They embraced each other, Skylar’s warm body and clean scent making Jenny relax. On the other hand, Skylar felt the excitement rush to his groin, which caused his cock to spring to life in his pants. He kissed Jenny’s forehead, then her cheek, before kissing her mouth. The group watched momentarily until Skylar and Jenny’s tongues rushed to meet each other.

That kind of kiss is what Andy longed to have with Jenny right now, and he would have to wait until they were back home before he could have her. Alice shared a similar thought, except that she believed Skylar was too good for Jenny. She didn’t hate Jenny, but Alice always had the underlying feeling that she was superior due to being a natural-born woman.

The hotel was only a few minutes away from the studio, so the group headed back to await their flights the next day. Each couple had their own room, and Leslie had a room to herself. This was to her advantage since she still wanted to put on a cam show for her fans. Leslie prepared the room the best she could, then began the show with some talking and answering questions as she often did. Eventually, as tips came in to meet goals, she undressed and treated her viewers to an erotic sexual display.

Jenny’s dad was one such viewer, having watched Leslie’s shows for over a year since he heard Leslie mention it to Jenny. He sat in the hotel room chair, watching Leslie on his phone and listening with earbuds while his wife lay reading in bed. Nearly an hour later, he could feel the ache of his erection begging for release as Leslie reached her third orgasm of the show.

In the room adjacent to her parents, Jenny looked down at Skylar, her hands on his firm chest, her legs on either side of him, and her pussy stretched tightly around his cock. Jenny maneuvered her hips slowly to not make too much noise and alert her parents to them having sex. Both of them had gotten worked up on the show. Jenny, due to all of the eyes on her, and Skylar, because of Jenny’s black dress. Not only did the dress show off her curves, but it also stopped halfway down her thighs, which left her legs exposed. On top of that, it was low-cut, so it showcased her cleavage nicely too.

One more room down, Andy and Alice also lay in bed. The same black dress that worked Skylar up had the same effect on Andy as well. Unfortunately, Alice was still sulking over the fact that she hadn’t met Skylar before Jenny; this way, he’d be married to her now, rather than to Jenny. Despite their respective marriages, Alice had used Andy’s attraction to Jenny to her own benefit. She had carefully crafted the plan for Andy to get time with Jenny under the guise of protecting their own marriage. In turn, Alice was able to get time with Skylar. The plan had succeeded better than she could’ve hoped, and now the four of them were in an unrestricted open relationship with each other.

In the morning, Jenny’s parents insisted on breakfast with her, just the three of them, before going their separate ways on their flights in the afternoon. Jenny made sure to wear something modest so she wouldn’t be scolded by her mother again. All enjoyed the time they spent together, but even though Jenny’s outfit wasn’t in question, her mother did question, as always, why Jenny didn’t carry a purse. She went on about the lack of pockets on women’s clothing and that a woman needed to have essential items with them at all times.

After breakfast, the three left the café, and since the ladies were going purse shopping, Jenny’s dad decided to head back to the room. He met Leslie in the elevator, who had come down to eat breakfast in the hotel lobby. Her blond hair was still damp from an obvious morning shower, and her strawberry scent filled the small space of the elevator. The spaghetti strap tank top she wore, along with her hot pants or booty shorts, as some called them, was enough to get the blood flowing in his loins. It was just last night that he had watched her strip down, touch herself, then eventually fuck herself with a dildo. Now that he was standing there next to her, it was hard to imagine this Leslie was the same one from that explicit cam show.

Leslie looked down at her phone, checking her messages and responding to some of her favorites. This also gave her an excuse to avoid looking at her best friend’s dad, whom she had developed a crush on over the years, even with minimal contact. In response to his “Good morning,” Leslie said, “Good morning, Mr. Clayton,” then continued to stare at the device in her hand.

The elevator emitted a ding when it reached their floor, and Mr. Clayton offered Leslie to exit first out of chivalry. To his benefit and weakness, he watched the blond walk down the hallway as her hips swayed and soft thighs swished past one another. His dick was solid in his pants, round two from his lack of release last night. Leslie stopped in front of her door, struggling to retrieve the keycard from the tiny pocket of her shorts. He passed her again, getting another nose-full of her soft, strawberry aroma as he thought about the vivid images of her shaking in her climax.

“I enjoy your shows,” Mr. Clayton stated in his deep, mature voice.

“What shows?” Leslie asked, completely oblivious to the fact that he might be talking about her cam shows.

“Well,” he said, then paused momentarily. “The ones you do for a living, I believe.”

“Oh,” Leslie almost gasped as the realization dawned on her. “You watch them?” She turned to face him now.

“Not all the time, but often enough,” he answered. “I watched the one from last night, and it was certainly magnificent.”

Leslie felt a tear in her emotions. On the one hand, she had a good feeling Jenny’s dad just needed a little nudge, and he’d be all over her, but on the other hand, she didn’t want to betray her best friend. Even as she considered her options, he walked back down the hall toward her. He was much taller, by at least a foot from what she could estimate, one of the things she was attracted to about him. Another thing was his dedication to style. Leslie knew he had only gone to breakfast but was wearing a neat button-up shirt complemented by a matching vest.

“Where are Jenny and Mrs. Clayton?” Leslie asked.

“They went shopping, so I came back here since they’ll probably be a while,” he answered casually, even as his hand brushed several strands of her damp, blond hair.

“Oh, okay, “Leslie managed to say as she experienced a level of nervousness she had never felt with a guy before.

Mr. Clayton looked down at her, his eyes drinking her face and beauty as if she were a cold glass of water in the hottest desert. She felt like a deer in headlights, having been made speechless by a guy for the first time when she had always been the one to wrap them around her finger. She tensed up as he moved his hand to her side, expecting a touch or grope, but he took the card from her hand, scanned it, then opened the door.

The magnetism of their lust drew them close together when the door closed again. Leslie arched her back as Mr. Clayton leaned in; his hands placed themselves on her waist, then they kissed with a quick close of the gap between their height. Leslie found his kiss to be skilled and experienced, one from a man that knew what he was doing. Mr. Clayton found Leslie’s to be soft, sweet, and youthful, her mouth at least thirty years younger than his own.

He picked Leslie up with a strong but gentle motion, then sat her on the bed a few feet away, the same one where she had put on such a sexual display last night. Today, her pleasure, moans, and orgasm would be caused by him. He loosened her shorts and pulled them down her soft legs before tossing them into a chair in the corner. Her panties were removed next and were subject to the same treatment.

Leslie felt her hormones and arousal flare into high levels of poor decision-making, which were the kinds of decisions that would make her fuck her best friend’s dad. She watched him drop down in front of her, then pulled her body to the very edge of the bed so he could reach deep between her legs. She felt his mouth move to her pussy, his lips and tongue beginning a slow but purposeful technique of extracting pleasure and moans from her. This was much different from a guy her age excitedly lapping, sucking, and biting with no clear direction. This finely aged man knew what he was doing, from every flick of his tongue, every nibble of his lips, to every maneuver of his finger, which had now slid inside her.

Mr. Clayton was beyond aroused, his cock more erect than in years. Leslie’s skin was so tight and soft, her womanhood cleanly shaven with folds that layered into perfection and a clitoris that crowned the design like a jewel. He paid the strictest attention to how Leslie responded to him and learned everything that increased or decreased the flame in her loins. Once he had the patterns committed to memory, he was confident that he would make her cum very soon. Just before the ten-minute mark from when he started, Leslie began to verbalize her pleasure. “Oh my god,” “fuck,” and “don’t stop” sprang from her mouth. Her fingers clutched his head with anticipation as he pushed her past the point of no return, his oral skill tugging that orgasm out of her body with authority.

Leslie moaned and writhed with the hot waves of climatic pleasure rippling through her from head to toe. This was the best head she had ever received in her life. Mr. Clayton stood once more as the afterglow took hold of Leslie, and she reached for his pants now, making quick work of them as he had done her shorts. She sat forward on the bed and engulfed his waiting dick, but he stopped her after only a minute or so.

Mr. Clayton would have loved to enjoy a blowjob from Leslie, but he knew their time was limited. He wanted to feel her tight, young pussy, knowing this would likely be the only chance he’d ever get. As they moved to the bed, he placed himself between her legs and soft, creamy thighs. This was his favorite position, so he could look at her face and take in her eyes. He couldn’t help but feel some regret as his cock slid into Leslie’s much younger womanhood. Never in all his years married to Mrs. Clayton had he ever cheated on her. The thought crossed his mind to stop now, get dressed and leave, but the green-eyed blond under him wrapped her legs around his waist and made a delightful moan.

Leslie beckoned Mr. Clayton to take her, wanting him to satisfy her long-time urge to be with an older man. As his hips pumped her tight, fit body, she touched and rubbed her hands on his rough face, feeling every grainy ridge of his stubble. He moved urgently to enjoy as much of Leslie as possible, kissing her lips and neck and even bending to mouth her nipple.

“I’m close,” Mr. Clayton grunted.

“I’m on birth control,” Leslie whispered in a pleasured voice, her legs pulling feverishly to entice him.