She had heard of these family crises where a favourite uncle turned out to have been a ‘sleeper’ for twenty years, in the pay of one of their country's least favourite competitors. No one would ever have had a chance of suspecting it.

Either Ben must have a vital reason for revealing his secret to her, or he was up to something. In any event her trust in him had evaporated. She pressed him to give her time to think about what he had told her: but she was stalling. She needed to work out how, (if at all), to handle the whole situation. She had managed a little research on transvestism, gender dysphoria, and so on, but things were not much clearer to her.

Until…...she remembered. An eruption of overwhelming emotion. It had occurred during what Ben had sometimes referred to as “the thing of 99% impact in our lives, and 1% importance”: namely, the sexual encounter!

She had put it all down to a quite unexplainable, (but indelibly memorable), event. She had been seized and then convulsed, with an explosion of passion - almost a rage - to consume her man entirely: a hunger to devour her lover; to incarcerate him within her very self. In effect, she had wanted to put an end to him as a person; to swallow him whole, to nurture and sustain him within her. He would be part of her being. Nothing of himself would apparently remain.

At first, flushing from the shock of this memory then finally calming herself, she began to reason that if she, Ursula, could have undergone this magnitude of turbulent, (she could even say volcanic), emotion, would being ‘a mere male’, disqualify Ben from experiencing a comparable intensity of desire? If he wished to be totally possessed by her to the point of actually BECOMING her, then although impossible in terms of reality, wasn’t this proof of the enormity of his passion for her? The difference would be that while hers was confined to ‘that precious moment’, Ben wanted to live his out, perhaps for good. His passion for his mistress would be no brief flame, but a lifelong dedication.

Ursula for her part, most emphatically did not want to ‘become’ anyone else: and yet could it be that she wanted HIM to become HER! Was this not the mirror-image of what he had expressed? Yes; he, to be possessed; she, to possess. She could ensnare him, draw him back into her womb. He would be no more and no less than her infant. He could do no other than obey her, and she could not help but adore and nurture him. Mutual possession; one owning, one belonging. How could any two people be closer to what they most desired?

With great trepidation however, she put to him the pivotal question: his answer would decide whether it would even be conceivable for her to go through with everything. “Does this mean that you would want a “sex-change”?

He astonished her with his reply: “Absolutely not. I need to emulate everything about you that I possibly can, but remain myself as I basically am. Then I am truly your captive. I live AS THOUGH I am you, (and therefore as though I am female), while we both know that it isn’t so. For me, this is the ultimate proof of ownership. Whatever desirable qualities and thoughts I have as a man, would not be lost to you. My being as near a replica of you as humanly possible would be the closest we could get to actually merging as one whole.

(part 5 follows)


These short tales are all based on REAL events and people, and are specifically presented on the MINGLE2 COMMUNITY forum. They include:
MEXICO, TOPPED, STIFFED, BOOMERANGED, DUPED, LYNCHED, WRONG-FOOTED, PRETRAYED, WORDZERKED, DE-RAILED, HOARDED, OVERSTAYED, TWINNED.]
...so far…

well..........MIGHT follow.........