A Revenge Fuck

"It is an ongoing process."

"But how long?"

"Since I was of legal age to acquire the medicines needed, but I..."

"How long would it take someone like me?"

She was taken back. Her hand went to her chest. "Oh my God! Are you gay?"

"Heavens no love, I'm full of hate... not gay."

Frankie batted her eyes then smiled revealing her sharp white teeth: "You want to become a woman?"

"I want to get the man who got me so bad." I clawed at her table and stared into my empty cup. "my headaches gone!"

"Told you I had the cure."

Frankie was reluctant to help me. She told me that apart from betraying the confidence of her secrets she also knew she would regret losing a man who seemed to get her as I did. The first thing she did for me was wax me, then groom me. During this faze I was able to maintain my normal life in so far as work and occasionally meeting my old friends. I found out that my ex-wife was back with the same man again and that they were getting married. He had gotten her pregnant- go figure. The whole time we were together she was always so concerned about birth control and being careful. Frankie would try to talk me into letting it go, but I couldn't hate drove me, rage filled me- my mind, soul and ambition were hell-bent on revenge.

Within the week she had me started on an exercise routine that maximized body shaping for a feminine appeal. She forced me to become a vegetarian, while she continued to eat the turkey bacon for breakfast and steak when we went out: "I'm not the one trying to look like this..." she'd say: "I'm the one that already does look like this." She was so sexy. I had also become consumed with wanting to look just like her. A stepped up version of Selma Hayek I thought, though she confessed her aim was Penelope Cruz because she'd love to be with the men she had been. Frankie said that with the honest effort I would be a close Victoria Beckham, only slightly taller.