The Greatest Lie Part 1

I spent the weekend buried in the medical school library researching the hormonal treatment of transsexuals. I stopped by my dad's office, and as he was off doing "rounds," I copped about half his supply of birth-control pills. Counting the stash I already had, I had six months worth based on the the studies I'd found in the med school library.

That night, fear of what lay before me if I kept taking the hormones haunted my sleep even after I jerked off, and the reds I took just got me wasted. By Monday, I looked and felt like a like a wreck stayed home sick. Tuesday I was no better. My mom told me she would take me to the doctor if I wasn't better Wednesday. I was terrified that a blood test would show the large amounts of speed, downers and estrogen I had consumed since Friday, so I returned to school, consumed by dread.

But everything seemed the same. Except for Quinn, who made a snide comment about my needing three days to recover from my "Big Date," the people at school had moved on. They must have gotten sick of post-mortems of Sadie Hawkins Day, because now they were talking about the Prom.

I spied Marta talking with some of her chica friend across the cafeteria, and she shot me a warm smile. I found another note from her in my locker that afternoon. She wanted to get together after school to talk. We met in the parking lot. "About the other night," I began, "I was just talking about a lot of fantasies."

"That's all right, I think you are really interesting and I still want to see you." She blushed, and added, "Your fantasies turn me on."

I felt a surge emotion and relief, and replied, "That turns me on." We hugged, and I felt the pressure of her large breasts and her warm pussy against my body. Once again, I felt more like I was inside her feeling my embrace than outside feeling hers. I loved that feeling.

We planned a weekend rendezvous of shopping and pizza. I relaxed and went to sleep that night with just my usual jerkoff fantasy of getting fucked in the ass by a handsome but anonymous stud.