Man to Woman

by Jane Futa

  “4:30,” he said.

  “Wow,” I continued. “I guess it was around eleven this morning when I pulled over. My phone died like an hour ago, so I lost track. I just knew that it was going to be dark eventually, and then I didn’t know what I was going to do,” I said with a giggle.

  “I’m so glad you showed up. I don’t know how to thank you,” I said, eyeing him.

  I expected him to eye me next. After all, when a hot girl says something like that, and in the tone I was forcing, what guy wasn’t going to try and steer the conversation toward something sexual?

  “Don’t mention it. Just pass it along next time you see somebody else in need.”

  I saw the man’s wedding ring on his finger as his hands casually clutched the steering-wheel and wondered if he was simply too faithful to stray. I didn’t mind that, but there was something bizarre that started to overtake me the longer I sat next to him. I grew desperate for some sort of validation, that I was as attractive as I hoped I was. I wanted him to make some suggestion or hint toward that very thing, but he kept to himself most of the time. And when he turned on the radio a few minutes into the trip and out spilled the static-filled country music of some long-gone singer, my eyes started to wander around the inside of the truck. There was little to see, and so I turned my sights back toward him. He was cute in a homely way, which I still didn’t want to admit that I was even thinking.

  “This mechanic I’m taking you to, he’s real good,” the man suddenly said, turning toward me. I blushed slightly and wondered if he saw my eyes wandering down over his lap.

  “Um… really?” I said, teasing my hair.

  The man nodded. “Fred is the best in the state, so you’re pretty lucky,” he winked. His expression quickly changed, however. “Of course, he’s kind of pricey. I’m not going to lie.”

  “Oh,” I said, immediately defeated.

  “That’s not going to work, then, because I’m pretty much broke. In fact, I’m down to my last fifty dollars until I get to Phoenix for a job I’m taking.”

  “It’s not a problem,” the man said with a smile. “Fred always cuts a good deal with pretty girls. He’s a real sucker for ‘em.”

  The remark made me hard. I felt like some hot girl, being drawn in a carriage to meet her man of the evening – I felt a bit cheap, but I also felt submissive and helpless. The feelings didn’t make any sense, but they were there. I felt more like a girl, the more he talked of favors.

  “I don’t know. He would have to cut me like, a really good deal for me to be able to afford it, you know?” I said, looking out the window at the cacti and shanty houses that flew by in the distance.

  “Well, Fred is a charitable guy. He’ll do the job for free if he feels for you and he’s not busy,” the man answered.

  For the remainder of the trip, I wasn’t sure whether to ask the man to simply take me to a gas station, where I could call my parents and grovel for a wire transfer, or something else. After all, what sort of favor would a mechanic be willing to make for a guy dressed as a girl? He’d probably kick my ass if I tried anything.

  I kept quiet, though. I figured worst case, I could get a look at this Fred fellow, before I made my decision, and a gas station probably wouldn’t be too far from the mechanic shop anyway, where I could phone for help.

  After what felt like forever, the landscape became dotted with small buildings and farms, until the buildings and highway signs started to clutter more and more. Eventually, a sign read off several restaurants and retailers that I would’ve only associated with a legitimately sized city. I felt like I was returning to civilization, at least temporarily.

  We exited just before any of that, and the truck, along with my car, came to a creeping halt as it turned into a spotless mechanic shop that was white-painted stucco in some art-deco architecture that signaled its age.

  The dust clouded around the truck and the loud air brakes signaled before we came to a stop, and I realized just how much the truck had been rattling my ass. “I don’t know how to thank you,” I said. “You’re sure I can’t do anything?”

  “Positive,” he said with a smile that hinted his disbelief in such a question.

  “Well, thanks again.”

  “Right in there will be Fred. About a block or two down is a gas station. You could walk it if you had to, but Fred would drive you if you needed it. And then right here,” he said, pointing to a building just next door, “is a diner and a hotel if you’ve got to stay the night. As late as it’s getting, you might have to.”

  “Well, again, I’m broke. When I say I’m broke, I mean I’m… seriously broke,” I said with a nervous laugh.

  “The lady who runs it – Martha – she’s just as charitable. Tell her it’s a favor for Johnny,” he said.

  “Oh, is that you?” I asked. “Wow, I’m sorry, I never introduced myself.”

  The man laughed and nodded. “Yep.”

  “I’m…” I started to say Jason, but caught myself as the words climbed up my throat. I stopped myself in time, but then didn’t know what to call myself. Before I knew it, “Melissa” came spilling out of my lips.

  “Thanks again,” I said, pushing the door open and hopping out.

  “I’m gonna put your car right here in the lot,” the man said, before pulling a card from a front pocket in his button-down work shirt. “Here’s my card if you need any more help. Go on in and see Fred, now.”

  I started toward the mechanic shop after smiling and thanking the tow driver one more time. As I neared the one open garage door, I could see somebody working under an old car that was parked inside.

  So this is Fred… I thought to myself. I couldn’t see him, but I expected a round man, maybe in his fifties or even older. I only hoped he was nice enough to let me decline, if I got the vibe that his deal involved anything more than innocent flirting.

  The tow-driver whistled, and as if there were some mutual signal between the two, the mechanic pushed himself out from under the car and stood up.

  Holy shit, I thought to myself with my lips hanging open. There could be no way that the guy standing by the classic car in the dirty, pale-blue mechanic suit could have been Fred. The guy seemed like a male model, posing as a mechanic for an advertisement. He had cold blue eyes, that I could feel all the way across the dusty parking lot, along with choppy, styled black hair and chiseled jaws that were peppered with dark stubble.

  He pushed his sleeves up, revealing massive forearms that hinted at even larger biceps. He seemed no older than thirty. I suddenly found myself standing there as a hot girl, ogling a hot guy. What the hell was happening to me? I walked slowly across the parking lot, and gave a small wave with a nervous smile.

  I could feel my cock pulsing against the thong straddling it, and tightening my already tight denim shorts. My heart raced each step of the way, more from the fear of being found out and humiliated in front of such a stud, than of being hit on.

  “I’m straight. This is just because I’m a girl… for right now,” I said to myself, as if to clarify any confusion I was dealing with. “I’ll just tease a little and flirt, but that’s fine because I’m playing a girl.”

  But I couldn’t really deny the way my body was aching from the sight of the mechanic. He brushed his hands and stepped into the weakening sunlight. Ugh, did he have to be even hotter in light? I thought to myself with frustration. I felt as though the wig atop my head had rooted itself into my brain and I was magically turning into some college girl. Did I suddenly need to trade my testicles in because I was developing ovaries in their place, and estrogen was pumping through my veins? My ass tensed more than my cock, to seal the transformation. I wasn’t thinking of sex in the usual I-want-to-fuck-that way. Instead, it was with dirty, unimaginable thoughts of being fucked.

  I knew that I felt sexy dressed as a girl, and more vulnerable, especially from my current circumstances. But there was no way I would go from straight guy to horny slut, just like that… right? Wrong.


  “Um, hi,” I said as the stud neared me, flashing a smile. He seemed to like what he saw enough to grin – not a bad sign, I figured.

  “Hello there,” he said. “I’m Fred. Did you need some help?” He said, looking me up and down without any worries of being discrete.”

  “I… I think I do,” I said with a smile, before catching myself. “I mean… I do. My car, um, the one back there on the tow truck? Well, something is wrong with it. It broke down on the highway.”

  “Damn good thing you got help,” the man said. “Not a good day to be out there,” he said, acknowledging the heat with a hand on his brow.

  “Well I mean, everybody was passing by and not helping me. But then that guy – I mean, Johnny – he stopped and helped me. I offered to pay him somehow but he didn’t want anything. He was awesome.”

  “Oh yeah, Johnny’s a saint around here. You’re damn lucky he came by, then. How the hell did anybody drive by you and not stop?” He said with a curious grin.

  “Um,” I don’t know. I said, without adding that it was because I hadn’t been dressed as a teasing blonde girl in tight denim shorts just yet.

  “The thing is, Johnny said you could look at my car but I tried to explain to him that I’m broke – like flat broke. So I just figured that maybe you could let him know you couldn’t help me, and then he could take me a gas station or something,” I explained.

  “Come on,” the mechanic dismissed. His white teeth flashed again and he laughed. “I’ve got nothing going on right now. I’ll bet whatever is going on with your car isn’t anything big,” he said. “I’ll take a look and you can be on your way.”

  “Really?” I said with an excited smile.

  “Really,” he confirmed.

  He apologized and started off toward the tow truck, signaling for him to back my car into the other garage. He waved me toward the shop as he rushed over and opened the other garage door, before Johnny backed my car into it. I started to become anxious. The entire event was happening so quickly.

  Was Fred going to be like Johnny – just as charitable, or was he expecting payment after service, and what sort of payment was he looking for?

  I found myself hoping for such a moment, though I continued to beat it back in my mind. I even found myself thinking, Ok, maybe a blowjob because then he’d never know… I’ll bet his dick is amazing, anyway. I would quickly correct myself, but it would be too late. I’d already thought it, and the voice in my head had the same girlish tone I’d concocted only an hour earlier. I didn’t know what was happening to me – it was supposed to be a naughty little prank to get help, but I didn’t want it to end, even though I was growing concerned about whether it would all come crashing down.

  “Why don’t you go wait inside? I’ve got a little waiting room right in that door. It’s not much but I think we’ve got some girl magazines in there from a few months ago,” he said with a touch of uncertainty.

  “Would you mind if I just hung out with you for a moment while you looked it over?” I said, twirling a bang of my blonde wig in my finger. I bat my eyes and a mischievous grin came over my face. The performance was becoming too real – and I ran the risk of losing myself in it. But it didn’t matter.

  If Fred had been a fifty-something guy with a beer belly and a sleazy temperament, I probably would have tried the hotel instead. But Fred was drop-dead gorgeous, and in a way that knocked me over. I didn’t know a man could be so damn sexy, and I didn’t know I could be so attracted to one, either. But everything seemed to be coming undone in the desert that day.

  “Yeah? Sure,” he said. He turned and cocked his head, motioning for me to follow him. We came into the garage and Fred quickly exhaled, brushing a hand through his hair.

  “Oh yeah, these cars are notorious. Did you know that?” He asked.

  “Notoriously shitty by any chance?” I asked.

  “Yeah, I’m afraid so,” he returned with a laugh.

  He popped the hood with the confidence of somebody who had worked on my car a dozen times before. He seemed to know exactly what he’d been looking at, and he immediately immersed himself in the task at hand, save for a few quick glances toward me, as I propped myself against a stack of tires nearby.

  I watched him delicately maneuver his way from side to side of the body and yes, I checked out his cute ass – I had only a million opportunities to do so, and I indulged the hell out of it. It was fun – what can I say? I was the helpless, sexy teen girl, and he was my prince charming – my big, dirty, muscular prince charming, who could have his way with me, and I wouldn’t be able to do a single thing. The idea left me hard in my thong, and each time, it served as a painful reminder that maybe I wasn’t as much of a girl as I had found myself wanting to be.

  “Well,” he started. “This is easy.”

  “Are you serious?” I said, almost forgetting my high-pitched tone.

  “Oh yeah – shouldn’t take long. But uh, it’s going to get loud, so you really ought to hang out inside. There’s some coffee and water,” he said with a smile.

  My eyes drifted down and caught sight of the fabric mound between his legs – it was as though he had a softball sitting inside his uniform. I bit my lip and lost myself eyeing it for so long that Fred had to give a small wave.

  “Did you hear me?” He asked with a nervous laugh.

  “Oh… yeah… definitely,” I said, aimless. I gave a sultry little smile and turned, swinging my hips as I started out of the garage. Yes, I was overselling it, but I couldn’t help it. The costume did something to me that I couldn’t even comprehend. And it had been bad enough that the costume was transforming me that afternoon. But to make matters a million times worse, I’d come across the biggest hunk on the planet, and I couldn’t fathom leaving town without his validation – without his attraction toward me.

  I pulled open the creaky glass door to the waiting room and looked around. I was alone for the first time in a little while. I exhaled and grabbed a small paper cup, filling it with cold water, and even dabbing a bit of it on my forehead, before taking a few sips.

  “What are you getting yourself into, Jason?” I whispered, as I sank down in the seat. But the words were foreign. Who was Jason? I was already so used to Melissa that Jason seemed an echo, a ghost.

  I tried to think my way out of everything – to remind myself that I was a guy and a very straight one at that. But each time, the rebuttal came back with: of course you are, but right now you’re a girl – so have a little fun!

  My thoughts continued on like this for the next hour as I watched the sun sink behind the mountains that stretched behind the town’s edge.

  Later, as I was just starting to doze off to the sounds of the old, dingy television broadcasting a football game I couldn’t have cared less about in the corner of the waiting room and feeling my body grow rigid in the old vinyl chairs, I heard the door open and straightened up.

  Fred appeared and came over with a smile. “You’re good to go. It was an easy fix and I already had the part lying around here,” he said with a confident grin.

  “Um, really?” I said with a hesitant smile. “That’s it?”

  My eyes turned down once more to see the hefty mound in between his legs and I bit my lip, before turning them back up. I knew I was no longer being discrete, now. I couldn’t help myself. I wanted to know just what was in that mechanic suit, and the more Fred spoke, the more it sounded as though he wasn’t going to expect anything in return for his services.

  “I don’t understand,” I said, teasing my hair. “You don’t want anything in return?” I asked.

  “If you don’t have anything to give, then don’t worry about it,” he said.

  “I mean… I might have something,” I said, drifting my eyes toward the television and away from him.

  What are you doing? I thought to myself as my heart started to race. I couldn’t fucking help it, though. I wanted him – I wanted the validation. I wanted him to tell me I was just as sexy as I f
elt. I’d caught him stealing glances toward me, and I had to know.

  “Like what?” He said, lowering his voice. “I’m open to a few different forms of payment.”

  The remark seemed to be on the same page as my own, and so I walked toward him until I was standing right before him. I took a deep breath and lowered my hand. This was it – my moment of truth. I was either going to do this and become reviled immediately, snapping out of whatever dream I was in, or I was going to cross a line I would never be able to return. I feared both outcomes, but I secretly craved the latter – I wanted to go farther.

  I grazed my fingers lightly against Fred’s mechanic suit, right along his hip as I eyed up toward him and smiled. “Oh, I don’t know. There must be some kind of a job I could give you in return.”

  I brought my fingers inside and my breath grew short and anxious as I felt the firmness beneath the cotton uniform and swore I felt it expanding. I didn’t grab – I only stroked it with my finger tip, dragging down over the crest of what felt like his cockhead, and I struggled to keep my eyes open as I smiled.

  “Maybe there is,” he said, before pulling his lips toward my neck and planting a kiss into the curve of my shoulder. I nearly collapsed then and there. I had no idea such a sensation existed. As his big hands gripped my dainty hips and pulled my toward him, Fred’s lips planted kisses along my neck, up toward my ear. “You sure?” He asked. “I’m not asking for anything.”

  “I’m sure,” I whispered with a smile, because in that moment, I knew I was certain.

  I didn’t know if I was going to be able to forgive myself if later on I thought I had made a huge mistake, but I knew that it could never be a mistake if it felt so damn good. I nearly clawed at the mechanic’s uniform to peel it from him, before he grabbed my hand and said, “Come on – not here.”

  We rushed through a dark hallway and came to what seemed like a small apartment attached to the back of his shop. Down another hallway we came to an open door to his bedroom – clean and surprisingly stylish, with a nice, big bed in the center.

  He embraced me once again and planted kisses along my cheek, before finally tasting my tongue on his. My cock swelled which worried me, and reminded me that maybe what I was doing was wrong and immoral. I was leading him into something under the belief that I was a girl. I needed to come clean, but I had no idea how.