Tap Tackle Pt. 05

TAP TACKLE - PART 5

Chapter 24

I could not stop looking at him... fuck it... 'her'... and marvelled at the transformation.

"Babe, you look fantastic... how the hell have you done it?"

"Don't worry about that now, I want to suck your face off in public so come here."

He pulled my head down and we kissed again but this time it went on for a long, long time... languid, tender, loving... just as we both wanted. We were not 'making out', just holding on to each other and letting each other know... and anyone that passed... that we were in love. Someone did mutter 'get a room' as they walked by but the tone of voice was cheerful, not critical.

We eventually broke apart and breathlessly grinned at each other as the realisation of the milestone that had been passed.

We'd kissed in public and our rugby careers were safe!

"OK, spill! How have you done this... NO... give me a twirl first I want to see all of you..."

Grinning self-consciously he did as I asked and the skirt of the yellow sundress billowed up to show that he was wearing stockings underneath and I'm sure that I caught sight of a suspender belt clasp. I gave a low wolf whistle as his legs looked so sexy with his feet clad in high heels. When he completed the turn he smoothed down the skirt in a very feminine fashion before walking back over to me smiling broadly. He seemed to be moving differently as well, taking more precise, delicate steps, one foot in front of the other... like a woman!

"You look fabulous... now come on let's find the hotel as I can't wait to get you out of that dress..."

I blushed and looked around as I realised I might have said that a bit too loudly. Frankie giggled and grabbed my hand and led me away from Waverley Station in the direction of Princes Street. His giggle sounded different as well and this, coupled with the voice, the way he held himself and moved all fitted together... he had somehow morphed into a beautiful girl.

"Come on, baby, it's this way, I've already checked us in and have the key so we can go straight to the room and you can have your wicked way with me."

We held hands all the way there and it was a liberating experience to do so in public with my boyfriend... or should that be girlfriend? Frankie chattered away about possible restaurants he'd scoped out for dinner and other things but all I could do was to continue to look at him in amazement... he was so fucking gorgeous!

He caught me looking a few times and smirked coquettishly.

"See something you like, sailor?"

I stopped us and turned to face him before kissing him gently and whispering to avoid being overheard.

"You bet, baby. I cannot believe how bloody sexy you are dressed like that. You were... are... so hot as a boy but I'm so blown away at this vision before me that I'm having trouble walking... I'm that hard."

He smiled naughtily, looked around and stepped closer to whisper back to me as he discretely slid a hand between us to tantalisingly stroke my rigid shaft through my trousers. His laughing eyes betrayed the mischief of his actions.

"So, you are... fancy that! Anyone would think you're completely straight and only like pretty girls but we both know what's under this dress don't we... unfortunately it's strapped at the moment because I knew I would get hard as soon as we met at the station and I'm pretty sure it would give the game away! Now come on... it's difficult to walk like this and I can't wait any longer I want you ploughing my slutty boi-pussy as soon as possible."

'Boi-pussy!' WTF!

He was taking the femboy image a bit too far!

Not that I was complaining.

Chapter 25

I'm sure we broke the land speed record in getting to the hotel and were all over each other as soon as the lift doors closed, breathlessly making out with hands stroking and groping any part of each other we could. In doing so I found out he was wearing a body form with padded breasts and a corset to give him the amazing hour-glass shape and accentuate his fabulous arse.

We almost ran down the corridor to the room once the lift arrived at our floor and Frankie hurriedly scanned the key to open the door... too hurriedly as it happened as it failed to open on the first pass and we giggled at his clumsiness before the green light came on and door clicked open. We were tearing off our clothes and each other's as we rushed inside not bothering to shut the door in our haste to get naked and fucking. Fortunately it closed automatically as otherwise the sounds of what happened next would have been evident to anyone in the corridor.

Frankie had a slight delay removing the lingerie and a pair of very non-sexy elasticated pants to contain his straining erection, breathing a sigh of relief when, finally, his hard cock sprang free. He left the suspender belt on with the front straps framing his cock delightfully and threw himself on the bed grabbing his own thighs, holding them up and spreading wide to give me access. There was a look of total lust on his face as his long blonde hair fanned out over the pillow.

"I'm prepped baby, have been for days so just fuck me... get that gorgeous cock nice and lubed... it's on the side there... and just bury it in my needy little hole... breed me!"

I was so horny now but shook my head and bent forward and shoved my face between his cheeks, burying my nose in his balls and tongued his hole relishing the delightful smell of his horny body as I rimmed his pucker.

"No, baby, I've been dreaming about tonguing your sweet little hole for a week."

He groaned with a mix of frustration and delight.

"Fuck! Baby... if you must... but I'm desperate to feel you inside me.."

Despite his protestations his thighs held my head in place and I forced my tongue through the tight muscle as my lips sucked at the surrounding flesh. He didn't let his frustration prevent him from enjoying my ministrations as I felt his hand on the back of my head encouraging me to go deeper.

So I did and his moans ramped up.

I pulled my tongue back and slid my middle finger into his humid, lubed rectum and stroked his P spot causing Frankie to clench on me. His grip kept my finger hostage as I started to lave his taint, balls and rock-hard cock with my tongue before he relaxed his muscles and I started to finger-fuck him making sure that his prostate got all the attention it deserved. The result was evident by the increased volume of Frankie's delighted moans and whimpers as his cock started to leak pre-cum. I lapped at the sticky fluid, tonguing the head of his cock as I did so. He started to squirm.

"NO... please... babe... you'll make me come and I want to come as you fuck me!"

I grinned at him, feeling a sense of power as I controlled him with his words belying the fact that he was humping my finger trying to take it as deep as possible. He spread his thighs wider and I decided to grant him his wish.

I reached for the lube and wiped a palm full over the length of my rigid shaft sending jolts of pleasure down my spine and into my own arse as Frankie repositioned himself, spreading his thighs again and lifting his hips to open himself fully for my penetration.

I lined myself up and pressed the head of my cock against his wet hole and Frankie whimpered at the contact, his anus twitching as I pressed forward. His sphincter opened and I slid forward, through the outer rim and felt the knot tighten around my glans.

He looked at me with sultry eyes as I started to ease forward.

"Fuck... baby... your cock in my boi-pussy feels so fucking good."

I almost laughed. He was obviously invested in maintaining the femme image even if he was no longer dressed the part.

Frankie, impatient now, reached forward and gripped my arse with his hands, pulling me slowly inside him and my lubricated cock slid through the tight muscle smoothly, until I was buried to the hilt. He wrapped his legs around my hips, pulling me even deeper inside him.

He closed his eyes and whimpered in delight.

"Oh yes... I love your cock in my bussy... now fuck me like the little girly slut you want me to be!"

Slowly, I started to move, sliding in to the tight tunnel of his rectum, his sphincter gripping and massaging my cock as I stroked in and out slowly, increasing the length of my penetration until I was giving him all of my straining rod.

His arse felt just as amazing as remembered as I slid home again and again.

"Fuck! Baby... your... boi-pussy feels so fucking goood!"

OK, I joined in with his cos-play. So sue me!

I bent down and wrapped my arms around him and we kissed as we fucked. Our tongues probing and searching as I continued to thrust into him. He pulled on my hips to drive me home, moaning continually as he did so, bringing my climax ever closer as I felt my balls tightening until I could hold back no more.

His hole was just too good.

I looked into his face and could see it twisted in ecstasy.

"Baby... I'm so close... are you...?"

He nodded desperately and the speed of our rutting increased and I could feel his cock trapped between us starting to piss fluid against my stomach as I punched his prostate with every thrust. That knowledge was enough to set me off and my climax roared through me and I pulsed deep into his arse with an ecstatic cry. I continued to pump and squirt my cum deep into his bowels as his body writhed against mine. I could not hold back the emotion.

"Frankie... baby... I love you... marry me!"

I don't think either of us recognised what I'd said at the time.

My load was so large I could feel it leaking from his arse as I continued to thrust my cock deep into him as the last of my tremors died away and our movements gradually stilled. I lay on top of him with my face on his shoulder and his hands gently caressed my back as we regained our breath. Eventually I lifted my head and looked into his dazed eyes.

"Fuckkkk! Baby, if that's what it is like after being apart for only a week... Jeez... I fucking love you... "

It was at this moment we both realised what I had cried out at the moment of climax and Frankie pulled me down for a sweet loving kiss before giggling.

"Yes, baby, I'll marry you but I think that might 'out' us. Don't you?"

I chuckled embarrassedly and nodded. Finally, I tiredly pushed myself up and sat back on my knees, my cock still buried inside him and the mess of his orgasm plastered over both our stomachs. Slowly I drew back, pulling out of him and a gush of my cum leaked from his gaping hole. I got out from between his legs and lay down beside him and he rolled into my arms as the fatigue of fantastic sex caught up with us. He started to doze, muttering as he did so.

"Let's talk about the guest list later."

Chapter 26

We dozed for about 30 minutes and I came awake to Frankie tonguing and nibbling on my left nipple.

"Mmmm... you keep that up and I'll have to roll you over and pound your slutty femboy arse... sorry, boi-pussy... again."

Frankie giggled and looked up at me.

"Hey, I was just getting in character."

"You, certainly did that. You look fantastic, how did you do it?"

He then proceeded to explain that despite him behaving like a brat when I'd suggested the disguise idea he actually thought it a good one. He'd approached a couple of girl friends and told them that he'd lost a bet and the penance was to dress up as a girl for a weekend. He told them that he needed to be realistic enough to be able pass for a woman and not look like a drag queen as he had to get into Newnham College in Cambridge, which was all-girls. They loved the idea and spent several days showing him how to behave like a woman, walk, talk and sit like a woman as well as giving him a make-over with clothes, shoes, hair extensions... the works... and also how to do make-up.

I ran my hand though his long hair in wonderment.

"I thought it was a wig and wondered why it didn't come off when we were making out. They certainly did a good job, I hoped you thanked them."

He looked embarrassed.

"Welllll... one of them had already made it clear previously that she was in to me and I'd been fobbing her off with excuses as to why I didn't want to get together with her... busy with the course... rugby... going back to NZ etc. etc.. Anyway, when she and her friend saw what the finished article was like she looked at me strangely and whispered 'I don't know whether I fancy you more as a boy or a girl but I know I don't stand a chance. I hope he knows he's a very lucky guy!'. I was cacking myself and didn't know how to respond but waffled something unconvincing like 'I don't know what you are talking about!'. I could see she thought it was bullshit but texted me later and said that my secret was safe with her."

I obviously looked worried.

"No, babe, she's good with it."

"I hope so because a secret known by more than 2 people is not a secret."

He nodded slowly.

"I trust her, she's had two days to let something drop. She's the sister of our team captain and I've seen him since then and he's not indicated anything either by word or by the way he looked at me."

I grinned at him.

"I hope so babe, for your sake... at the moment you are the one exposed..."

He grimaced and a look of annoyance passed over his face. I then tried to tease him thinking we could drop back into our jokey vibe.

"... as I'm just a straight guy with an unblemished record of satisfied women in my past."

This had the opposite effect and his annoyance grew. His voice was harsh and demanding.

"Well we both know you take a dick like the queer you are and with that in mind... roll over."

He got up hurriedly and I looked at him in surprise at the change in demeanour but dutifully rolled onto my stomach and he ran his hands down my back to my arse cheeks before slapping me really hard on both cheeks.

"Oww! What the fuck was that for?"

Frankie's voice was harsh as he spread my buttocks with his fingers and roughly rimmed my hole with his thumbs.

"Oh, I've been thinking of this arse all week. I've been fantasying about this tight little rosebud squeezing down on my cock and I get to shred your straight boy credentials yet again."

I groaned in slight pain as one hand massaged my buttocks and the other punched through my hole with the middle finger. His voice was still aggressive when he spoke. Was he now going for the dom top persona having been the very femme bottom?

"You've been wanting it too, haven't you, you anal-loving-straight-boy-slut-for-gay-sex? You want me to fuck you... don't you?"

I groaned as he forced a second finger into my stretched hole and massaged my prostate. Even though he was being rough it had not put me off wanting to feel his lovely shaft stretching my hole.

"Yessss... fuckkk... yesss... I want you to fuck your anal-loving-straight-boy-slut-for-gay-sex... my hole is yours!"

"Being fucked by me is better than any sex you ever had... am I right?"

He growled at me and slapped my buttocks hard as he said this. I nodded and groaned as he continued in dom mode.

"You want me to fuck you, don't you? I want to hear you say it."

Frankie's voice was still forceful as he whispered in my ear, his fingers continuing to plunder my hole, grazing my P-spot every time. I could only thrust back against the penetration and whimper.

"Yes... babe... I've been thinking about your lovely cock in my arse all week."

I moaned again as his fingers brushed against my scrotum. Frankie slapped me again. He seemed to be getting more aggressive.

"That's the right answer, slut!"

He knelt behind me but instead of feeling the head of his cock seeking out my hole I felt his face press between my buttocks. He was doing to me what I had done to him and I whimpered softly as his tongue probed my hole, rimming the tight muscle and occasionally pushing inside. I felt myself relaxing, those sensitive nerve endings delighting in the pleasure of the feel of his mouth caressing them. Frankie was moaning in delight as he went about the business of preparing my needy hole for the hard shaft that I could feel against the back of my legs as he moved around. My own cock was rock hard and I could feel pre-cum leaking against my stomach and onto the bed.

Frankie also realised that I was leaking and reached under me to smear my secretions over my cock, causing me to gasp and thrust into his hand which he then transferred to his own rampant organ, adding my pre-cum to his own. I wondered if he was going to take me without lube, just pre-cum and the saliva that he was depositing in and around my hole as he rimmed me. This worried me as I was taking a cock in my arse for only the second time although I had pre-lubed while on the train but how much was left I had no idea.

"Babe, lube please, I'm still tight..."

He smacked my arse again and his tone was overly harsh.

"I'll fucking use lube if I want to, slut!"

I looked quizzically at him over my shoulder as he sat on my legs.

"Hey, dude, what's with this macho shit?"

He looked like I'd slapped him as the realisation hit him that he was behaving like a bit of a dick. He slowly shook his head before caressing my back gently. His tone was apologetic.

"Sorry, babe, I guess I was trying to distance myself from the femme you just fucked by being all butch and shit. Maybe I'm not suited to be a top especially as you are used to doing the fucking with girls."

I grinned salaciously at him as I rolled over and pulled him into a cuddle.

"Hey, no worries, I like you fucking me as I am, after all, an anal-loving-straight-boy-slut-for-gay-sex (giggles)... but I'm also very happy to keep tapping that gorgeous arse of yours. So... the choice is yours... cock or arse?"

He giggled and then adopted a submissive girly persona.

"Well, if you put it that way, as I'm a femme I need to do my duty as your girlfriend and give in to your unnatural demands on my body... I'll roll over and bite the pillow as you force yourself on me... hating every minute..."

"Yeah, right...!"

We were both laughing at the silly conversation and I bent my head to kiss him gently.

"I'd still like to feel you inside me from time to time... like now... if you are still interested... given that I prepped on the train for just such an event?"

He exclaimed dramatically.

"Ewww... in a train toilet... I think I'd rather take a chance with you unprepared... but if I must! Come on assume the position."

I rolled over and lifted my hips off the bed and inserted a pillow under my pelvis. Frankie moved between my legs and I felt his hand gently separating my butt cheeks and then the delightful feel of his lips and tongue spreading saliva over my rosebud again. He rimmed me as I squirmed back against the invading tongue as it penetrated my hole and he reached under me to fist my cock which was regaining its strength and starting to leak pre-cum.

He smeared the viscous fluid over his fingers and brought his hand round to add the liquid to the copious amount of saliva surrounding my sphincter before his middle finger pushed against my hole and slid in easily.

Almost as if I wanted it to.

He chuckled.

"Someone's desperate to get fucked today!"

I wiggled back against the penetration to confirm his observation and to increase my pleasure as he stroked my prostate and the pleasure inside me increased. He pulled back and added a second finger and resumed the contact with my p-spot. My cock started to leak fluid and I moaned in disappointment as Frankie removed his fingers to capture some of my emissions.

My moan of delight as I angled my hips for maximum prostate contact as he re-inserted them, brought a giggle from him.

"What a needy little hole! What a needy little slut!"

I whimpered my agreement and looked back over my shoulder to see him stroking his own hard cock as his other hand continued to fuck me and I imagined that throbbing shaft sliding into me. His fingers were doing a good job of keeping me on edge and I was moaning and whimpering like the anal slut I was as I thrust back against his penetration while he continued to tease my prostate. He stopped stroking his own shaft and reached under me to slide his hand over the crown of my cock, gathering more of my leaking fluid and ramping up my pleasure until I could stand it no more and fluid started to squirt from my piss slit as I moaned and groaned through a prostate orgasm,

He removed his hand from my sensitive shaft and smeared some of the fluid over the head of his cock which was also leaking pre-cum. He didn't need any additional lube this time as he knelt behind me and I felt the head of his hard cock pressed against my hole before it slid in with little resistance as my anus opened to welcome it. I could feel myself stretching to accommodate him and he thrust deeper into my arse, stroking my already stimulated p-spot as he pushed into me. I clenched on him when he bottomed out and I heard him moan as he realised that he was balls deep when his sack bumped against my taint and his pelvis contacted my buttocks. I reached back to pull my cheeks apart to get him fully seated and he pulled my hips back as we endeavoured to achieve maximum penetration.

He bent forward to lay along my back, his mouth tracing gentle kisses down my spine and he moved one hand to stroke my chest and tweak my nipples while the other stroked my straining, drooling cock. We both moaned and whimpered at the feeling of his shaft buried deep within my body as muscles twitched and gripped, relaxed and fluttered before he tilted his pelvis and withdrew briefly before plunging back into my dilated knot.

He started to move with a steady rhythm pushing deeply into my welcoming hole, lighting a fire in my prostrate with every stroke as I pushed back to capture that contact and enhance the sense of fullness from his shaft buried deep in my bowels. My thrusts back gave him the signal to fuck me harder and my moans of delight added to that encouragement as the sound of his pelvis slapping my buttocks provided an increasing tempo to the percussive beat of our fucking.

I was in a moaning delirious haze of pleasure as my cock continued to piss fluid from the stimulation of my prostate and his hand milking my straining cock. I had no idea of how long he pounded into me but I felt his rhythm change as he approached his own climax as my rectum gripped and pulsed against his shaft while I moaned my pleas for him to come in me... breed me... fill me.

My cries did not go unanswered and I heard him groan out his own demands for me to take his cum as he fucked into me, his hands pulling me back by my hips so he could penetrate to the maximum in my bowels, humping and thrusting as he came powerfully with a shuddering groan.

He collapsed onto my back as he came down from his climatic high and I lay under him as we wallowed in the bliss of our orgasms. Eventually he whispered hoarsely into my ear.

"I'd still like to top you occasionally... if that's all right."

"Fuck, yes, babe... any time."

Chapter 27

We lay and cuddled for a long time with Frankie continuing to apologise for his behaviour and me kissing him to get him to shut up. I could see he was worrying about something and rolled over to pull him into an embrace and kissed him gently.

"No worries, baby. Something's the matter isn't it? Talk to me."

He looked at me cautiously before deciding to say what was on his mind.

"Umm... I'm worried that I liked being a femme too much and was trying to be a different persona... a dom top... which isn't really me."

I grinned at him.

"Why are you worried? You make a very beautiful girl... you are a very feminine boy so why wouldn't you look good as a girl? Dress up all you like... being a CD isn't a crime."

He shook his head.

"No, you don't get it. I've not just dressed up just for today as I've spent the last two days getting in the role and it felt so natural... I liked it. I have been telling myself that it's just cos-play but what if I'm... I don't know... what if I'm meant to be a girl? If I was it would solve a lot of problems."

I looked at him and could see the anguish across his face.

"Wow, babe! You've never had any doubts until now have you... like body dysmorphia... no that's the wrong one... gender dysphoria is the feeling that people who are in the wrong body... the wrong sex? Have you felt like should be a girl before?"

"No, never... it's just that me looking like a girl... or me being a girl could be the answer."

He looked so certain as he said it that I had to shake my head in amazement.

"But, Frankie... are you saying you'll come out to the world as a girl... just for us... you and me...?"

He nodded confidently but I looked at him incredulously.

"Babe, what about rugby? You would have to give it up as you wouldn't be allowed to play for a women's team and you'd be gang-banged in any male changing room! Just kidding... but the whole point of this deception... was that we wanted to continue to play... at the highest level possible without being ostracised for being gay... and yes... if loving you makes me gay... I'm gay!"

Frankie smiled gently and stroked my face as he shook his head.

"No, you are not, babe... you just happen to have fallen in love with the wrong person... the wrong gender and I love that you feel that way about me. However, I bet that if you and I had never met in those circumstances you would never have entertained any thoughts about other men. You'd have gone on ploughing your heterosexual furrow with your preferred type... gorgeously pretty girls like Jenna... I've seen her picture... who I just happen to remind you of. No, babe, if we want to be together and for you to reach the pinnacle of your rugby career then I need to be someone who does not drag back that aspiration. I cannot be a gay man... ergo, I need to be a woman if we are to be together."

I still didn't understand fully the import of what he was saying.

"Let me get this right. You are prepared to give up rugby and start presenting as a woman to the outside world so we can be together?"

He nodded and I was gobsmacked.

"Babe... I'm not sure if I can ask you to make that sacrifice. What happened to 'rugby is my life'... huh?"

He smiled tenderly and stroked my face.

"You did, sweetie, you did!"

I was stunned and was unresisting as he pulled my face to his to start a kiss that surpassed all other kisses we had shared for the emotional message it imparted. Eventually... after who fucking cares how long... we broke apart and rested our foreheads together. I could see tears leaking from his eyes and gently wiped them with my thumbs. He sobbed and grasped my hands and looked sorrowfully into my eyes.

"I love you so fucking much, Steve... I can't lose you... ummm... on that score... I've applied for some pitch-side jobs in the UK so... I'm not going back to NZ. I'll start coming out as a woman as soon as I've... mpnfh..."

I kissed him to shut him up and grinned self-consciously at him when we broke apart.

"Well, about you going back to NZ... I think you should do it... if nothing else to support me in my trials with a couple of the third tier sides."

His eyes went wide in surprise.

"You got trials in New Zealand..."

"Yep, I sent my highlights reel... such as it is but it does include your tackle but as I'd been doing all right in the match... up until that cheating fly-half (giggles)..."

He grinned but then his face went serious.

"But... if you play in NZ to be with me you won't get considered for England... they don't pick foreign based players..."

I shook my head and grinned.

"No, but I only have to live in NZ and play for 5 years before I can be selected for the All Blacks, so by my reckoning I'll be captaining and picking up the cup for them in 2035... I might not make it for 2031 finals in the US."

To say his jaw had dropped would be an understatement.

"You'd do that for me... give up the idea of playing for England?"

I chuckled.

"Hey, you presenting as woman so we can be together... I think my sacrifice is nothing compared to yours."

Chapter 28

The next few weeks were a blur with the end of my degree... I got a 2. I... and Frankie got his Masters and became a fully qualified physiotherapist and the start of our journey to New Zealand. I needed to get there before the end of their winter and the rugby season in the southern hemisphere to take part in the trials that I had arranged so went out at the end of August. Frankie got me another trial with the side where his father was a coach but did not allude to any relationship between us... he just presented me as being a good player with England youth group honours who would be worth looking at.

He... no... let's dispense with the masculine pronoun... she and I met up when we could during the few weeks between graduation and departure and was dressed as a girl each time. She said it felt more and more natural and I loved spending time in public with my gorgeous girlfriend, we even got several comments about what a cute couple we made. I was keen to make our new relationship as public and normal as possible and we even went clothes shopping together and I did the dutiful boyfriend bit by waiting outside the changing room and giving my critical opinion. On one occasion I was beckoned behind the curtain so we could make out in the cliched manner. Just to be truthful... she did not give me a blowjob as we thought that might be risking too much. She became more relaxed as she got more confident in presenting as a girl as she was continuing to have coaching sessions from the girl who had first helped. They developed a life-long friendship notwithstanding the fact that Frankie was of the wrong persuasion and spoken for. Years later she would be Frankie's maid of honour at our wedding and is a life-long confidante for Frankie and a good friend.

On one such occasion when we were out in public in Oxford we actually met one of my team mates by chance as he was in the city for an interview to do a post-graduate course at the university so he could get an Oxford rugby blue against Cambridge. We had planned for such an eventuality but the nerves hit when I introduced Frankie as my girlfriend but we thought we'd got away with it. However, the jungle drums were beating and Mick Wells made a point of seeking me out the following week to enquire why I was keeping such a hottie a secret. Fortunately the coincidence of the name was not picked up by anyone.

It all became moot when we got to NZ.

I was staying at Frankie's parents house as Frankie's 'friend' and got along really well with Matt and Zoe. We had wrestled with how to make the big announcement and I wanted to be there to give comfort and support but Frankie was worried that Matt and Zoe would be really upset and blame me, especially her father. I told her that I was not going run away from my girlfriend in her hour of need and she started to tear up as I maintained my stance.

We decided that she would come out about being gay and wanting to present as a woman before we announced the fact that we were a couple a few days later. As it happened the best laid plans gang aft agley in the words of Rabbie Burns as Frankie's mum found some of her female clothes when looking in a wardrobe for something else. I happened to be there at the time sitting, hanging out with Frankie on a love-seat when Zoe entered the living room with one hand behind her back. Her voice was inquisitive but not confrontational as she looked at the pair of us.

"Frankie... is there something you want to tell me?"

She pulled the hand from behind her back showing it contained a suspender belt and Frankie's face started to go pale as she looked at the item of clothing, then at her mum and then at me before looking back at Zoe. Her words were stumbling to begin with but became more confident as she recognised Zoe was not going to flip out. She continued to look at her mother.

"Yes, Mum, this is not how I... we... intended this to go. Umm... I'm... err... gay... well more than gay actually if that's a thing... I'm going to present as a woman... I may even transition."

She looked at me and I reached out my hand which she gladly clasped and I smiled at her to continue.

"Umm... Steve and I are an item and we're going to get married... we'd appreciate you not broadcasting this news until we're ready to go public."

Zoe looked at her and then at me with a small smile playing on her face.

"Is that all?... I thought it was something serious."

She giggled as our jaws dropped.

"Oh, come off it, you two have been so into each other since you arrived that it was obvious to anyone who sees you together. You really do make a cute couple. Anyway, your dad and I have known... well not 'known'... surmised that you were gay for several years... I'm just glad you have finally admitted it to yourself."

Frankie was worried by the last piece of information.

"Dad knows...?"

She nodded.

"Uh-huh, why does that surprise you?"

Frankie was quiet for a moment before looking intently at her mother.

"Umm... the whole homophobic thing in rugby. He's part of that ultra masculine, manly society and shit! He'll shit a brick when it comes to letting all the other rugby homophobes know that is son is a faggot."

"Frankie, firstly watch your mouth in my house and secondly you do your father a disservice. He's a very enlightened man... I've made him so!"

She laughed at her little joke and Frankie and I both smiled.

"Anyway, it's none of anyone's business although you may find it difficult to get a game unless you join the Falcons in Auckland... there you go Steve, you've got a trial up there haven't you. You join the Blues and Frankie can turn out for Falcons or Ponsoby's."

She came over to deposit the garter belt on Frankie's lap and looked down at her.

"That's pretty rubbish quality so I suggest you go and get yourself dressed and we'll go to the mall and get you some better stuff. Steve, I'm guessing you won't want to come on a mother and daughter shopping expedition?"

Frankie looked helplessly at me as I chuckled.

"No, Zoe, I feel sure that you need the time to get to know your daughter although I have to say I feel better about knowing what she'll be like later in life having seen what her wonderful mother is like.

"Flatterer!"

Frankie had come back down self-consciously about an hour later with full make-up, hair extensions, body form and one of the dresses that we had bought on one of the shopping trips. Zoe had complimented her on how she had done her make-up but helped her reattach the extensions so they looked more natural.

Both were bubbling with excitement when they returned, laden with bags, several hours later. Zoe watched as we kissed our greetings with an 'aw shucks, ain't they cute' expression before Frankie went upstairs to change into another dress to await her father's arrival and was dressed as a girl when Matt returned. It was obvious he had been warned by Zoe and strode over to wrap his arms around his daughter as soon as he entered. Many tears were shed as Frankie explained how we had met and her realisation that this was the way to be together.

Later, after a relaxed meal when the house was dark and quiet, I lay awake thinking about the enlightened way that Zoe and Matt had handled it, hoping that it was a forerunner of what was to come but knowing there were bound to be some arseholes who would make our lives more difficult. They had not been so enlightened as to allow us to share a room but that became irrelevant when I heard a creak of footsteps on the landing outside and the door opened and Frankie's small figure slipped in to the room, closing the door behind her. She whispered as she lifted the covers and slid in beside me her hand reaching for my shaft which was already hardening in her grasp.

"Steve, baby, I need you inside right now... fuck your girlfriend like the cock hungry slut she is. It's been a wonderful day... so much better than it could have been and I need your gorgeous cock to spread me open and make it the best day ever."

Her mouth sort out mine and we kissed voraciously as our hands pulled off the few clothes we had on until we were naked and she was lying on his back with her knees apart and legs raised. I saw something glinting in the subdued light nestling between her buttocks and reached to touch it.

A butt-plug!

"Somebody's keen?"

She whined in embarrassment.

"Yes, babe, we haven't fucked for a few days and I was worried I'd be too tight."

A gentle moan escaped her lips as I moved the plug in and out, stretching her hole but not pulling it all the way out. My other hand cupped her balls and I could feel they were primed and ready to explode. I reached for her cock with the other hand and stroked along the length before lying down to tongue the area around the flange of the plug before scrubbing my tongue along her taint to her balls. Reaching up between her legs, I grasped the shaft of her cock firmly, running my hand along its length as I continued to lick her balls. I could feel fluid leaking from her piss slit and lifted up to capture the head in my mouth and the delightful nectar pouring from it.

I got onto my knees and grabbed the flange of the plug and slowly pulled it out of her resisting arse watching how her hole remained open for several seconds before pouching the slick head of my cock against the slack rosebud and pushed home. Her insides gripped me more tightly than I expected and she moaned as I ploughed deeper into her bowels.

I gripped her hips as I pushed deeper into her pelvis before withdrawing bringing forth groans of delight and frustration from her mouth which was now covered by a pillow to deaden the sound. Feeling my orgasm arriving I sped up my thrusts and she grunted as she met my penetration by tilting her pelvis to enhance the contact with her prostate on each in-thrust and moaned as I pulled back. I must have been catching her p-spot a lot as fluid was gushing from her cock and I ran my fingers through it and brought them to my mouth tasting and smelling her delicious essence. This and the sound of our pelvises slapping together, was enough to tip me over and I plunged into her unresisting arse as deeply as I could and I'm sure we both felt me pulsing deep in her colon. Her moans and own emissions increased and I cupped my hand to catch some of it before pulling the pillow from her face to see her eyes glazed and dazed with lust. I smeared the sticky fluid over mouth and she gratefully grabbed my hand and started to lick as much of her own cum as she could.

I collapsed on top of her and my softening cock was expelled from her arse with a wet fart. No matter how frequently it happened we still giggled like naughty children at the sound and I fell onto the bed beside her as we drew in recovery breaths.

We dozed... correction... we fell asleep and I was woken by a noise the following morning delighting in the feel of Frankie's smaller body wrapped around me when I glanced up at the door. Zoe stood there looking at us with the 'ain't they cute' look and smiled and shook her head before backing out of the room. The sound of the door closing was enough to wake Frankie and she snuggled sleepily into me.

"Was that Mum?"

"Yeah, she didn't seem to mind that you were here."

"Of course she doesn't, you are so the flavour of the month that she's prepared to overlook anything now that you've made me happy. That's how they knew I was probably gay and fighting it for the rugby... they knew I was unhappy... and you, favourite son-in-law-to-be, can do no wrong."

I pulled her tight.

"Well that's good because I'm so happy too and on that score can we talk about guest lists... when you're ready!"

Epilogue

I didn't make the All Blacks team that won the 2031 Rugby World Cup in the USA because I was 3 month's short of the 5 year residency requirements. However, I became a fixture in the national team for the next 4 years after that and did captain the team to the final in 2035 where we recorded a narrow victory over a resurgent England side. I tried not to rub it in to my former team mates whenever our paths crossed!

As the mayhem of the post-match celebrations roiled around me in the stadium I ignored all the journos and TV crews to get to the enclosure reserved for player's families where a beautiful blonde lady waited for me with our two children borne to surrogates with our sperm mixed so we did not know who the father would be. Having said that, our daughter was blonde and cute and our son was a bit of a bruiser.

Go figure what that might say about the source of the sperm!

We had harvested Frankie's sperm before she started down the transition road and the hormones, breast implants and other surgical interventions had done delightful things to her figure albeit she could no longer top me without a strap-on. She did not have full reassignment surgery but erections became a thing of the past for her due to the hormones. However, prostate orgasms remained a favourite and I'd become very skilled at hitting her p-spot.

The cameras captured the moment when I hugged them all and clips of that went viral as, when interviewed later, I credited Frankie for having made the greatest sacrifice of all to get me to that point. She shook her head and just stood smiling up at me with those gorgeous eyes and I started to get hard as I just wanted to bend her over and take her there in front of everybody.

When Frankie started to present as a girl there had been mostly favourable reactions although when my role as her life partner and husband was announced there were a few homophobic comments on social media. However, I never encountered any locker-room banter or sledging from the opposition... at least not to my face.

I did what my wife had said to me back when it all started.

I let my performance on the pitch do my talking and then went home to my beautiful wife and didn't give a shit about what anyone might think.

We were together and that's all that mattered.