Object Of Lust
By Sharon Cabella
As Kyle Razinski I was you're average "Joe" with a blue collar job driving a delivery truck for a parcel service. Trying to raise a family on $45K per year was not easy, yet my wife, Cindy and I were getting by. She worked as a lunch supervisor at our local school district and also worked part time as an administrative assistant for a grow ing real estate firm. At 5'8" and 155lbs, I was not exactly a "big guy" and the job I had seemed to physically challenge me at times.
Both Cindy and I had one Daughter, Jasmine who I thought was the cutest 2 year old on the planet. I loved to play with her and take care of here when ever I had the chance. The problem was that I was gone a lot. Living in Michigan, I traveled throughout the state making deliveries for commercial and industrial businesses. Often, these deliveries took me into Windsor Canada, where I would take in the nightlife on occasion. I loved going to the gentleman's clubs to watch the most beautiful dancers strip down to nothing.
I recall spending a significant chuck of my paycheck in those places.
One night, I was making a delivery in the Detroit area and decided to go into the Cheetah, a gentleman's club just for a few minutes. I sat down and saw the most gorgeous women I've ever set eyes on! She must have been close to six foot with huge breasts, slim waist, and an almost perfect ass. I would estimate this gorgeous blond women to be 38" 28" 38" and maybe 140lbs, all well distributed. She was on stage dancing around the poll swinging like a gymnast around it wearing a one piece swim suit – hot pink. After the song was over, off came the swim suit and underneath she had on a skimpy bikini top and bottom. Another song passed and she was doing her athletic routine around that poll that captured the attention of every red blooded male in the room. Off came the top and what appeared were two of the most perfect breasts. If you were lucky enough to be seated in the front row facing the stage, she would bend down and allow some of the patrons a closer view – but no touching was the rule.
Finally, the moment every one was waiting for: the removal of the bottom revealing in full view her sweet spot, the place every man wanted to explore! What we saw was the work of art. A women of almost darn near perfect female attributes dancing on stage wearing only high heels and a money band.
At that moment, every man in the room would have given anything to spend a few minutes with this exotic entertainer. She danced around to all the guys seated off the stage and teased them all by sticking her attributes in their face for a nominal feel.
At the end of her routine she stopped over by me of all people asking if I wanted a closer view in private. I said how much? She responded $20 – Canadian. Good deal! I went for it. I asked her name, and she responded "Jamie Lee" and began to dance for me. She stripped down to nothing and gave me a close up view. I will forever have etched into my memory the most exquisitely shaped tits and ass that I've ever seen. I thanked her and ask if should might want to join me in a drink – I so much wanted to talk to her. She agreed and I began to ask her some personal questions. I asked here how much a stripper of her caliber could make on a good night. She said close to $1000 dollars, and on a bad night I asked. She smiled and said, I don't have to many of those! Wow! Can you imagine making more money than any professional and all you have to do is take off your clothes, learn to swing around a pole, and dance on stage! As we talked further, she said she knew of some strippers were pulled in about $150K last year doing here routine 5 night a week, six hour a night! Again, it was tough to believe that a part time job could pay that. Too bad men don't have that same opportunity otherwise I'd give it a shot!
I left the nightclub and went back to my hotel think about what I saw on stage. How these women had full control over the male audience and could make these guys cough up money nonstop. It occurred to me how much control women have over men in general. We get married for sex and they marry us for money. I spent the night in the hotel satisfying myself over some sexual fantasies relating to what I had just seen. But it wasn't about having sex with the gorgeous women I saw on stage – no, it wasn't the typical fantasy that every man in that room was having or going to have that night about having sex with one of those hotties. Mine was very different. Something strange came over me that night because I discovered something about myself that shocked me. I wasn't having a sexual fantasy about being with one of those strippers, mine was actually being one! Yes, that's what I really wanted – to be one of them dancing on stage showing off my perfect female body to the world! I dreamed that night about what it would be like to be one of them and have all these guys drool over my voluptuous body. I dreamed about shaking my naked ass in their face and what it would be like to have huge tits and walk across the stage with all those lights directed on me with nothing on but a smile and high heels. I couldn't believe this revelation about myself. I want to be a beautiful women – an "object of lust". As a male, I was a working stiff with a limited future. As a gorgeous stripper, I could make a lot of money and have command over all the male patrons. Seems like a much better deal!
But how could I pull this off? I was married with a child. I had to face the facts, I could not get out of my obligations as a father and husband. For this responsibility I held sacred.
So I went home frustrated knowing full well I would never achieve my new fantasy. But that's what makes it a fantasy – something that can't come true, isn't it?. I put this on the shelf and went about my business – delivering packages.
Over the next nine months, I made deliveries in the Detroit area avoiding Windsor at all costs knowing full well what it was going to do to me. Then, something in my life happened unexpectedly. Cindy and I have did not have sex for a while due to exhaustion – so I thought! The truth was she was having an affair with the top real estate agent. Apparently, this guy was unhappy with his marriage and thought that the way to fix it was to take my wife. I found out through a tip by someone in the office – another female agent who I had met at a golf outing. Valerie was her name and she apparently did not like my wife. I confronted Cindy and she admitted to having the affair and then told me she wanted to divorce me and marry Greg Bolzer, the top producer in the office. I was shocked and really upset with here betrayal. She left me the following week and took our daughter claiming that I was gone too much to care for here. There my life was, in shambles, nothing but debt and an empty house. Weeks later, we ended up in court and I was told to pay maintenance and child support, which left me with almost nothing at the end of every month. We sold the house and I had to pay her half of my assets. At 29 years of age, I had to declare bankruptcy and start over. There I was, uneducated, broke, and without a future with my current company. I decided to go back to school but soon found out that I didn't have the interest or money.
A few months later, my mother passed away and I got a small inheritance, nothing that would last forever, but enough to finance my plan. It was the fantasy I had a few years ago – to become a beautiful women. I rationalized that if I continued to remain a male, I would never amount to anything and forever struggle for the rest of my life. If I became a beautiful women, I could move my life forward in several ways. So I researched what it would take to have a complete sex change. It was going to take about 18 months and $40K to make this happen. But I had a plan to make a lot more money than $40K as a women. You see, I was going to transform myself into a gorgeous stripper and work in the night clubs in Windsor Canada. If I could come up with a plan and stick with it, I could make it all work.
So I got started by getting the right hormones over the internet. Of course, since I was in the delivery business, I had a way of getting the hormone deliveries before anyone else could. I purchased a hormone regimen of estrogen patches and anti-androgen medications that I took everyday. This stuff worked miracles as over the course of several months I watched my tits grow and my ass take on a round contour. My hips were expanding and in a few more months, I was a feminine work of art. I had electrolysis done to get rid of all my facial and body hair – was this painful! The people at worked noticed, and then, I had to tell them about eight months after I started. I told them I wanted a desk job as an administrative assistant and I would be coming in dressed as a women and begin my life changing decision. They were fearful of a lawsuit so they agree to accommodate my wishes. I had at least secured a job and had a chance of achieving my goal of becoming a female.
I was starting to wear women's clothes and make up. I always wore short skirts and blouses that would show my cleavage. I was passable visually, but my voice was still too low. Had to have my Adam's apple shaved and practiced changing the pitch on my voice. Over time this worked and I was able to sound like a genetic female over the phone and in person. Over the next months, I continued to take the hormones and went to see a therapists who specialized in transgender patients. I told her the reason that I wanted to be female. She thought I needed serious psychological counseling to purge me free of this fantasy of becoming an exotic dancer. I soon realized this was too weak of a case to gain her cooperation. So I told her that I had wanted to become a girl from when I was a child. I described how I played with Barbie dolls and make believe that I was the "mom" when I played house with my friends. Over several sessions, she seemed to sign up to the fact that I might be a transsexual. Eventually, she agreed to sign the necessary documents to allow me to have the sex change operation. I was so happy to know that I would finally be achieving my dream of becoming the fairer sex. I wanted to go all out because I knew that the more beautiful and sexy I would become, the more I would get out of life. I had breast augmentation surgery and ended up a size 36C – not too big, but the right size. My waist was a 29" after exercise and dieting – I lived on salads. My hips measured 38", and result was a stunning feminine figure no man could resist. I had my hair and make up perfect and decided to go platinum blond.
Finally, the time came when I was finally ready for the big one! SRS. Being form the Michigan area, I did some research and found out that a Doctor in Neenah Wisconsin performed SRS surgery and had a great reputation. I made an appointment to meet with this surgeon. The day I went to see the Doctor, I realized what was about to happen – my life would change forever. No going back. I went in the waiting room and sat down – I was in a sun dress and heels since it was the middle of June. . The nurse called me in a told me to go down the hall. I was told to remove all my clothes and get in a gown – gladly! There I was, wearing nothing but a gown that would tie in the back (I felt at home) in the Doctor's examining room.
Finally, he came in, a man about in his sixties (oh well, he was still a man). He asked me some questions pertaining to my hormone regiment and then it finally came: He asked me to remove my gown. I did and stood there in front of this man wearing nothing but a smile. He asked me to turn around and I said sure, I always want to show off my best assets! He felt my boobs and checked out my shriveled penis. I said, that thing has got to go! He said not so fast – have you thought this through? I said "Doctor take a good look, I'm 5'7" , 140lbs, 36-29-38 and a platinum blond, what about me isn't sure?"
He said you have a point. I have to admit, you are one of the most passable and attractive transgender patients I've had in a long time if not my entire career! Needless to say, I took this as a complement. I got dressed, and went to the front desk to make the big appointment. They had an opening in two weeks so I took it. It was the first week in July and I was ready to have my genital area turned inside out.
I checked in the hospital early in the mourning and by that evening, I started my journey into womenhood. I had paid dearly for this decision as I went through hell recovering. I hired a home nurse to take care of me and help change the bandages. It was several days until I was able to leave the house without fear of bleeding. At about 5 weeks after surgery, I was able to function normally and had to dilate myself everyday to avoid closure. After another four weeks, I was finally looking normal down there. I worked up the courage to take a look at myself in a full length mirror. I took off my pajamas and paraded in front of the mirror. I was breath taking! My body was completely female – no evidence of maleness anywhere. My breasts were firm and they hung perfect! My waist was even smaller and was complemented by my wide hips – the most perfect female contours. But most importantly, I was female in the most important place – between my legs. At this point, I was really curious what it would be like to show it off and eventually, have sex as a women.
A few weeks later, I decided to stop by one of the night clubs in the Michigan area called "In the Skin" an exotic dance lounge. I walked in and immediately all eyes came my way. This was about 4:00 PM and a short, portly man approached me and asked if he could help me. He introduced himself as Tony Rannzoni, the owner. I told him my female name, Mandi Melinski, (had to keep the polish heritage alive) and then asked if he was hiring dancer's. He said we're always looking for the right talent to make our customer's happy. He told me that I had "the goods" and asked if I would be willing to audition. Without hesitation I said "Yes". He asked if I ever danced before and I admitted I was new to this industry but was willing to give it my all. He told me to talk with Heather, another dancer back stage. I meet briefly with Heather and she gave me the standard issue: a small top covering nothing but my nipples, a g-string bottom, and a skimpy dress that barley covered my ass. I was told I could make up my own routine and remove the articles of clothing throughout the course of three songs. Heather said the most important rule was that no matter what songs I picked or what I decided to wear onstage, at the end, it all needed to be off. You have to end the routine dancing completely nude on stage!
I was told to pick the songs and be ready in 20 minutes because they had another girl auditioning – great, that meant I could watch her. I sat down a watched this beautiful red head named Regina Ratham. I would say Regina did and OK job and in my opinion went through the motions telegraphing to everyone watching that this was just a job. I on the other hand, wanted to convey a level of sexual energy to everyone watching. Tony and a couple of his business associates were on hand to evaluate the talent – you know, thumbs up or down. I was now my turn! I was so nervous! OK, the first song I danced around the front part of the stage and removed the skimpy dress at the end of the song. During the second song picked up the pace and I was swinging around the pole a bit. Grabbing it with both hands and straddling it with my legs. Off came the top at the end and I could tell Tony and his two associates noticed the s hape and firmness of my breasts.
The last song I slowly danced around the stage and right in the middle, off came the bottoms – I was now wearing nothing and I could feel the heat of the lights on my body. I danced toward the run way to make sure Tony's friends got a good look at the hottest dancer in the line up. I decided to turn up the heat and squatted down right in front of one of Tony's business associates showing him close up the miracles of modern medicine! Just before the last song ended, a pizza delivery guy walked in and was fortunate enough to catch a full view of my debut as a nude dancer! I could tell he was absolutely stunned by what he saw because he couldn't take his eyes off of me! Tony paid for the pizza and told him to beat it, "this isn't a peep show", he said. I thought the pizza delivery boy was a hot looking young man and a thought popped in my head that I would never have imagined – I have a brief fantasy involving this hot, young, twenty something. I got off stage and got dressed, then met with Tony and his two business associates, Gino and Dominic. They all gave me the thumbs up and told me to come back later that night to work during the 9:00 PM to 2:00 AM shift – I was so excited! As I drove back to my apartment a few miles away, I was thinking about the transition I had made and how passable I hade become. Clearly, I was more attractive than the average genetic female and was loving it.
I took a two hour nap and got up at 8:00 PM ready to show my stuff to the "In the Skin" patrons. I walked in dressed in sweats and a long jacket, it was October in Michigan and getting a bit cold. I went back stage and met with a tall blonde dancer named Ginger Guud (pronounced Good) who was up next. Ginger did a great routine and had worked the crowd into a frenzy by the time she was finished.
She did the usual ritual and that was making the rounds along the front of the stage and up and down the run ways. This was to give the patrons who sat right up to the stage a good look! The next dancer was Delilah, a buxom brunette who went through her routine fast to get it over – she preferred working the crown through doing lap dances. Finally, it was my turn and I was so nervous because this was my first time on stage professionally.
I decided to go though my routine slowly and took off each article of clothing at the very end of each song. By the fourth song, I was naked and danced around the front of the stage giving each patron a better view of my assets. As in my fantasy, I was able to hold the crowds attention as my tits and ass had that feminine bounce as I danced around. I began to walk down the runway when a drunken slob reached up and slapped my ass! I was mildly complemented but such behavior would not be tolerated – so this guy was promptly removed by the bouncers. But this was my fantasy come true – over 100 horny men had they eyes on me and every one of them would pay dearly to have me in bed for even a few moments! Wow, a lot better than being a parcel delivery guy.
I got off stage and waited for my next slot. Throughout the night, I did my routine seven times and was exhausted by 2:00 AM. I went home and climbed in to bed think about the money I had made – close to $500 cash! What a great take for my first night. I danced the next three nights and was taking home more money with each appearance. But that was only part of the wind fall. I noticed that hot pizza guy making deliveries around my apartment complex late in the evenings. I had only been dancing a week and had not yet experienced sex! What was I waiting for? I decided to order a pizza on the night I had off. I decided to order it late hoping for two things: that stud of a pizza guy was making the delivery, and it was his last delivery of the night.
I picked up the phone and ordered the pizza at 10:00 PM hoping to get a 11:00 PM delivery. Sure enough, he (the pizza delivery stud showed up). I had my hair and make up perfect but decided to answer the door wearing only my red pumps and a towel. I was going to pretend I just got out of the shower, but with prefect hair and make up, who was I really fooling? It didn't matter, this young guy was going for a test drive! He walked up the stairs and knocked on the door. As soon as I opened it, he recognized me, I could tell. He didn't say anything except $24.56 for the pizza. I insisted he come in and said I'd be right back with the money. I said hi, I'm Mandi Melinski. He then introduced himself as Brad Perrone. I grabbed a $50 and gave it to him. He said, I don't know if I have the change for a $50. I said, keep it, it was a tip. He looked at me in disbelief but that was only the beginning of this young man's lucky evening. Finally, I said, did you deliver a pizza about a week ago to the "In the Skin" bar and lounge. He said yes I did, and you were the dancer on stage, weren't you? I said yes, that was me. Then I said, how did you like what you saw? Without hesitation he said, "the best I've ever seen"! I said wuld you like to see it again. And of course, I didn't bother to wait for his answer, I just let towel drop to the floor! "Is it better close up?" I asked him. He said "hell yes" with excitement. I stood there completely nude waiting for this young stud to make a move. I said, why don't you go for it. He shouted "all right"!
The first thing he did was pull me over to the bed (a good start) and sat down. His eyes were at my belly button. With both of his manly hands, he grabbed my ass cheeks and pulled me forward and stuck his nose in my snatch and sniffed. Wow! I can't tell you the excitement of having guys' nose in my crotch. I felt his tongue on my clit and I was almost ready to come right there, but I exercised control. How does it taste? He responded "delicious". He then reached up with his left hand and grabbed my right tit and began to massage it. He was all over me with one hand on my boob and the other on my ass while his mouth was working my vagina.
I said, this might be more fun if you take off your cloths. So, he stopped and began to strip. What emerged from the pizza delivery clothes was a hot young man that could be a male model in playgirl. Also, he had a fully extended 8 inch cock that I really wanted to ride. I grabbed it and began to suck it hard and could see his eyes getting ready to pop out of their sockets! I didn't want him to come so I said, OK, it's time you show me what you're made of. I said, how do you want me, on my back or knees. He said get on your knees, so I did. Seconds later I could feel all eight inches of his manhood impale my man made pussy from behind! He slapped my ass (what's with guys having to slap asses?) and said this is even a better view. I knew I was in for the fucking of my life as he drove his cock in and out of me. His hands started out on my hips and gently slide over my body grabbing my boobs, as though he was going to use them as a handle. He picked up the intensity and finally blew his wade in me! I could feel that warm fluid shot up inside me! I was officially made into a women that night! I asked him to finish the job by licking me until I came. I concentrated hard and finally achieved orgasm! It was the most erotic experience or my life. We both showered and he left to make a few more deliveries. He was a little late, but for a very good reason.
He continued to call me and we had sex many time overs several weeks. I guess I just could not get enough of this guy. I found out that Brad was not just a pizza delivery boy, but the son of a pizza entrepreneur who owned ten stores, in other words he was from money! We began dating and then, 18 months later, got married. I was now the wife of an up and coming multimillionaire. Not bad considering I was a parcel delivery guy making less than $45K per year just over three years ago!
My life style has changed dramatically because I no longer have to dance naked on stage to make a living. I don't have to cook or clean because we have live in help that takes care of all those housekeeping details. All I have to do is maintain my figure and come up with creative ways to keep this special young man happy, and I've gotten real good at that!