Elena slide into the tub...how nice it was to be on vacation. Not only on vacation but able to finally be Elena full time if perhaps only for a few days. You see Elena was required to be Bob most of the time. Work was important to make a living to be able to afford occasional shopping trips and a few clothes and ever so rarely a chance to dress as Elena. But this week, she was in New Orleans and free as a bird. She had heard such good things about this city. It was possible for her actually to dress up and go out in daylight if she wanted....and she did very very much.

The water felt so warm on her newly shaved body..the suds feeling so luxious against her skin. She reached up and got the soft towel and gentlely patted herself dry and then proceeded to use the sweet wonderful smelling perfume...oh what luxury.

She next put on her favorite dress...a short black dress well above her knees with a plunging neckline revealing the cleavage that she had to work so hard to hide as Bob. Oh to be able to show her natural curves to the world and actually fit in....what wonderful luxury.

After putting on her high heels and checking out her wig to make sure it looked just the way she wanted it to and working assiduously on her makeup, she looked in the mirror and decided she looked pretty good. Once again she thanked her luck in having a mother that due to stinginess admittedly had taught her "son" how to do hair and makeup. The fact that "he" had been required for years to work with "his" mother's hair and makeup...stood her in good stead now. She looked once more in the mirror and decided she looked GREAT. Oh and the freedom to go out like this.

After one final look in the mirror....she slipped her handbag over her shoulder and stepped out onto the cobblestone sidewalks of the New Orleans French Quarter. She suddenly shuddered....the night was like electricity...with a urgency and a fear but also excitement. She just knew her life was about to change forever.

After firmly locking the door to her room that opened onto the street, she turned to walk down the street towards a nice little bar called "Le Rogue" on St Louis St. The darkness felt like a friend..the night very electric.

Suddenly she saw a man coming toward her. Back home she would have darted across the street or kept her head down so as to go unnoticed. Here however she decided "what the heck" just let him see her. He noted as he passed and looking a bit more closely she noted a look of appreciation. WOW. She felt a stirring deep inside her. A man appreciating her...then another guy passed..and another and as she got closer to the busier section of the Quarter, lots of people. And not one of them looked surprised or as tho she looked anything but what she felt herself to be more and more....simply a girl out for the night. Not only that but several men had looked at her long legs and her cleavage with a grin that told her they found her desirable.

Finally she reached "le Rogue" and walked into the bar thru the swinging doors. She looked around to see a bar full of T-girls, guys in all sorts of combinations. What an interesting place. As she went to the bar to sit down and order a drink, she caught sight of a very tall elegant man across the bar...very black hair almost to the point of being blue. He was very dark complexed slender and very very good looking. He looked at her, smiled and turned to the bartender. "Her drink is on ME, he said". Her heart was pounding.

CHAPTER III

As she continuted to sit there, she found herself with conversation with first this person and that. "You are beautiful" said one man...."wow" said another. One of her fellow T-girls asked if she was perhaps a great performer back home. No, she answered, as she had never been to a bar before this evening much less done a show. But wow what a compliment....nay what compliments. She was alternately blushing and beaming..and then blushing AND beaming at all the acceptance and dare she say it, adulation, she was receiveing.

Thoroughout the night, from time to time she glanced across the bar. The dark gentleman always returned her glance with a wry smile. Oh gosh, but he was handsome....how she would love to touch him...just once. She found herself being more and more excited by the idea of running her hand up his torso...her body was beginning to ache...in a most unfamilar but exciting way.

Finally, she could stand it no more...or perhaps the numerous drinks she had had emboldened her because she knew she had to say something. She got up and walked, rather shakily by this time, around the bar. She tried to smile as she said hello despite the fact that her heart was racing in a mixture of fear and the most urgent and delirious desire she had ever felt.

Hello, she stammered. He turned his regal dark face to her with a very very sexy grin..."hello my dear..have you been enjoying your evening out"...OOOOOOH his voice....her excitement was palpable. She knew that she must give herself to this man.......the first one she had ever had....or die.

She tried to gather her senses but everything was so fuzzy..and yet in another sense crystal clear. All her thougths and feelings were focused very clearly on only one thougth. She MUST be with this gentleman. She stammered out the question: "what is your name kind sir?" Rudolpho, he whispered. OH what a name......wow!!!

He escorted her to his car...and drove her slowly home along the streets of the French Quarter. "I must see you to the door" he said. Only due to her condition of fluzziness, it was necessary to get it INTO her room As soon as he shut the door, he turned to her and said, "now alone we are at last". He next looked deeply into her eyes, and moved in to kiss her. Her whole body felt as tho electricity was running thru it. He was, quite simply, setting her blood on fire and with the lightest of kisses on her neck. Oh what heavan!!!!!!!!!!!

The next morning "Bob" woke up. He felt very strange, almost as thought he was a real female. That which makes a male a male was very very withdrawn...as thought during the night the genetals of his Bob nature had been removed and replaced with slightly deformed but very excitable genitals of a female.

The excitement was still coursing thru his body. To say, the body was aroused was to speak very conservatively. ON FIRE was more like it. Only he was on fire as a woman might be. Every fiber of his being longed to be possessed again by Rudolpho. Just the name brought shudders slidding up and down his body. More like HER body for she was totally Elena at this point. The whole day was spend lazing in a tub, occasionally urgent moans of desire excaped her lips. She tried hard to remember every detail but all that came to her were the mental variation of the firecrackers at the most romantic moment of an old movie. What was anyway but concealing was the way her body reacted at these moments. Urgent was her desire..and it grew more urgent with each moment.

Finally, in her great lust, she threw on some clothes...a very short dress...very little makeup. She had no patience for the long arduous process of trying to "pass". She just knew she had to be possessed by a man....or die.

AS she run from the room, she saw a very muscular man. He took one look at her and suddenly moaned and reached down to rub his crotch. AAAAHH, she moaned. She realized from looking at him that his excitement was kindled by hers.

Without a word they went back in to her room. Their lovemaking was quick and to the point. At the end of it, she moaned. Her desire was in no way lessened. If anything it was increased. The nameless man had not satisfied her...alto he was quite satisfied. With a sigh she realized that only one man could satisfy her......RUDOLPHO!!!