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Frank hadn't expected that it would be so damn difficult for him to return to his familiar everyday life, since his visit to his old hometown two weeks ago where his former bully Cliff had fucked him. It wasn't so much the fact that Frank was having sex with a man that bothered him. But above all the way Cliff had treated him. He called Frank "good girl" and called him strictly by his dead name "Francine". In front of his girlfriend Sara, Frank tried not to let it show that his feelings were so chaotic. Hell, he loved her why did sex with her feel so unsatisfying now? Penetrating each other with a dildo didn't even feel like "real" sex anymore. It seemed almost ridiculous to Frank.

One morning, while Sara was already at work, Frank went to his girlfriends closet and changed into a thong and a bra. Then a mini skirt and a top. After checking himself in the mirror for a while, Frank went to her makeup and applied lipstick. He thought about what Cliff would say about his outfit if he could see it now? Surely he would advise him to shave off his beard. Before Frank knew it, he was lying on his bed fingering his cunt and thinking about Cliff's cock once more. She thought about how it felt as he came deep inside her. Fuck, she was already thinking of herself as Francine again! It was so wrong, but it made her cum all over again. After that she fell asleep contentedly.

The ringing of the door bell ripped Frank out of his slumber. Then it knocked a few times.

"Hello is anyone here? I have a package for you.” Frank heard the postman call.

Still dazed from his nap, Frank trotted to the door and opened it. The postman looked at him a bit perplexed and needed a moment until he could say something.

"Um... sorry. I have a package here for Sara O'Donnel. Is that… you?”, the postman asked.

Frank was irritated by the postman's strange behavior. It had been years since he was misgendered by strangers. After all, he now had a very masculine appearance.

"No, I'm her boyfriend. I'll take it,” Frank said, trying not to sound too upset.

"OK…? Fine, whatever you say. Please sign here once.”

After the guy left, Frank took the package to the kitchen. He badly needed a coffee now. It wasn't until he saw a reflection of himself in the kitchen window that Frank realized why the postman was so weird: he was still wearing his girlfriends' clothes and still had the lipstick on! Frank immediately ran into the bathroom and put his head under the water. After laboriously wiping off the lipstick, he tore Sara's clothes off. He felt so disgusted by himself. What on earth was the matter with him? He was Frank after all, a man who liked women. This had to stop now before he would lose everything his life stood for!

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In the days that followed, Frank adopted a new tactic. He distracted himself as much as possible by immersing himself completely in his work. When he wasn't doing work, he would go to the gym and work out. It always helped him when he was feeling down. And at first it seemed to work. He didn't think about Cliff or his cock for a while. But this was only the calm before another relapse.

It was already late in the evening when Frank was at the gym this Wednesday. Accordingly, apart from him, there were almost no other people there. And that was fine with him, because he had a problem. Normally, Frank always changed at home. He wanted to avoid difficult situations in the locker room. But today he didn't manage to drive home after work, so he had no other choice. He waited until he was alone in the locker room and then began to undress. Frank didn't know why, but at that moment his thoughts suddenly drifted to the situation with the postman. The embarrassment he felt afterwards that this guy didn't know if Frank was a man or a woman now made him completely horny. Although there was absolutely no reason to take off his underpants, Frank did. Part of him was hoping so badly that a guy would come in and see his pussy. He took a long time putting on his gym clothes. In fact, he had already put on his t-shirt and shoes while his pussy was still completely bare.

"Excuse me, I just wanted to let you know that we are closing in 30 minutes. So if you still want to train you'd better hurry,” said a man with a deep voice.

Frank hadn't noticed that someone had come in. With a bright red face, he pulled up his underpants. In front of him was Gary, the owner of the gym. He was a muscular guy who seemed rough at first glance, but he was actually very popular with everyone.

"Yeah… thanks for the tip, I'll hurry," Frank stuttered.

Gary nodded and was almost gone when he turned around and came back.

"Ah, one more thing... I must also advise you to use the ladies' changing rooms in the future. I know it's a bit complicated for lesbians like you, but I'll be in trouble with the authorities if they find out I'm letting women in the men's locker room,” Gary said.

Frank didn't know what to say. But he brought the situation into himself and now he had to clear it up.

"Actually I'm not a lesbian. My name is Frank. I'm a guy just like you."

"Just like as me?" Gary asked, laughing out loud.

"Listen Frank, as far as I understand there are only 2 possibilities. If you have a cock and 2 balls hanging between your legs, use the men's locker room. Or you have a vagina between your legs, in which case you use the women's locker room. That's how it works here. Got it?” said Gary.

Frank felt hurt by the transphobic talk. But instead of arguing further, he nodded.

"Understood, Sir. I'm sorry. Won't happen again in the future,” Frank answered.

Gary grinned contentedly.

"Wonderful. Now enjoy your workout,” he said and walked away.

Frank wondered if he should just leave the gym now. But despite everything, he decided to go through with his program as usual. About 20 minutes later, as he was about to lift some weights on the bench, he noticed Gary standing nearby staring at him. Frank's pussy was getting wet at the thought of that beefy guy watching him. A few moments later, Gary walked right up to him. Frank put the weight down.

"Is there a problem, dude?" Frank asked uncertainly.

"No not at all. You know I've just never fucked a lesbian. I think that could be awesome.”

Frank thought he had misheard. He immediately looked around to see if other people were watching the scene.

"Do not worry. Apart from the two of us, there is no one here. And I've already closed the gym. So we won't be disturbed and no one will hear you when I fuck your pussy."

Frank couldn't believe it. Did that imply Gary intended to rape him?! Before he could think any further, Gary grabbed him and pulled him off the bench.

"Ready for some fun, lesbian?"

Gary sat down on the bench and put Frank over his knees. He fondled his ass and violently grabbed between his legs.

"Stop it! I said I'm not a lesbian!” Frank screamed.

"Are you trying to tell me you're a man again? Men don't have a cunt between their legs,” Gary said.

Then he tore Frank's pants in two with a powerful jerk, exposing Frank's pussy. Frank was totally overwhelmed by this hopeless situation. And in a different way than he would have thought.

"So if you're not a lesbian then what are you?" Gary wanted to know.

"You're right, I'm not a man. And I'm not a lesbian either. I'm just pretending to be a man. But I'm not. I'm a cock crazy girl,” said Frank.

Gary laughed in amusement.

"I see that's how it is. That's why you dress like this and even wear a beard. So you are a bit confused. Well let me show you the difference. Let me show you what a real man is," Gary said.

He let Frank get up and stood in front of him. He arched up while tensing his muscles. Then he ordered Frank to lick his muscles.

“You see, this is a real man's body. Go ahead and lick my armpits. Inhale the smell of a real man.”

As Frank buried his face in Gary's hairy armpits, his wet pussy dripped.

Francine took over again. She obediently followed all of Gary's instructions. He wanted her to lay down and spread her legs for him. She moaned as Gary started fingering and licking her cunt. It felt so amazing!

“Oh what a greedy little pussy you have. You want me to stuff it with my cock, right?”

"Yes, please! Fill my cunt with your big cock! I need it so much!”

"A really desperate bitch you are. Well, here it comes!"

Without further warning, Gary stuck his manhood up Francine's hole.

Yes, that feels so right, Francine thought as Gary fucked her without mercy. She thought about what Cliff had said to her:

"This was no accident and no exception."

Correct. If it had really stuck to this one time thing, Francine could have said Cliff was wrong. But now she was here, taking another cock.

Francine whimpered like a cheap whore as Gary took her from behind with all his might. She expected him to cum inside her any moment. But then he suddenly pulled his cock out.

"What's going on?" Francine asked, gasping for breath.

"Shut up," was Gary's reply.

He now grabbed her hair and pressed her face over his cock. Then he gave her a face fuck.

"I want you to taste a real man today."

A moment later, Gary groaned and flooded Francine's mouth with his juice.

"Yes, that's good. Good girl! Swallow it all down!”

After Gary was done, Francine licked his cock clean with her tongue. That taste was so strange. But she loved it.

"Good girl. So now you better take a shower and change. I have to go home and I’m in a hurry,” Gary said.

"By the way, I put your things in the right changing room earlier," he added.

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It wasn't until she was in the car and almost home again that all those thoughts came back. Again Frank tried to convince himself with some kind of excuse. He told himself it was because he had no choice. Gary would eventually have forced him to do it. It was basically a rape. It was only self-protection that Frank had said those things to him and submitted to him. Now it was over. He would soon go to bed and lie down with his beloved Sara. He would fondle her tits and kiss her wildly… Frank did none of that that evening. Instead, he slept on the sofa. He couldn't bring himself to bed with her after what he did today.

TO BE CONTINUED...