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The Neighbor, Part 1Our wives had been instant friends as soon as we moved in next-door to eachother. Gary and Monica had just moved in the week before us. When they cameover bearing cookies and a bottle of wine to introduce themselves, theladies hit it off right away.Gary and I not so much. He was this big mountain of a man, probably 6’4″and tipping the scales at 250 lbs. He was very much a mans’ man and I wasnot so much. In my shoes with the lifts I come in right under 5’9″ andweigh just 150 lbs soaking wet and my shape is embarrassingly feminine. Ihave always had wide hips and a bubble-butt, and could never seem to addany muscle to my upper frame. I was this classic pear shape, in feminineparlance. My mother used to tease me that I was probably supposed to be agirl and just got unlucky. My dad just ignored me mostly so I learned to beseen more than heard just to avoid pissing him off.—Over the three months since we moved in, the girls have spent almost all oftheir free-time together. I usually just hang around the house when they goout. If I’m feeling especially naughty, I like to crossdress and pretendI’m this cute little housewife as I clean and do my chores in fullregalia. Panties, bra, stockings held up by a garter under this really cutelittle polka-dot blue dress I got at Goodwill and keep in the back of mycloset. Sarah, my wife, loved coming home to a spotless home. She wouldtease me from time to time that I would “make such a wonderful wifesomeday.”Sometimes when the girls were for and Gary was out cutting his grass orworking on his yard I’d watch him from behind the curtains in our livingroom and imagine he was my man, my husband, my master and I’m doing my jobas his little housewife while he does the sweaty, guy chores.—On this particular Sunday the wives had gone antiquing and planned oncatching a rom-com at the theater in the evening so I had a full day tomyself. When the call came I was flittering around the living roomvacuuming and didn’t hear my phone ring. I was blissfully unaware anythingwas wrong until I was startled by pounding on the front door.When I peaked around the little side window next to the door I saw Garylooking frantic. Fuck! I was completely dressed.He must have seen the curtain move slightly – “Mark open up!” I heard himthrough what sounded like tears. “I really can’t right now Gary, what’sup?” I inquired. “The girls have been in an accident – we need to get tothe hospital NOW!” he yelled.OMG! My thoughts shifted so quickly out of my daydreaming that I unlockedand opened the front door without thinking about what I was doing.”Jesus! what are you wearing?” Gary asked very directly.Before I even had a chance to answer, he moved on – “Doesn’t matter,man. We gotta go – I’ll drive. Get changed and meet me outside in 2minutes!!” he commanded.I retreated to my room and stripped off my dress, threw on a sweatshirt andjeans over my bra and panties and hauled ass out to Gary’s car.—We were en route to the hospital when the doctor called. Our wives had bothsuccumbed bahis firmaları to their injuries.—The tension and angst filled Gary’s Lexus as we made our way throughtraffic and got to the hospital. I was numb, Gary was intense.The police were there and we were ushered into a private room to get thedetails. A truck-driver had become distracted and crossed the center-line,hitting them head-on. My wife was killed instantly. Monica was alive whenthe paramedics arrived and was conscious enough to tell them that she waspregnant and to do whatever they could. Gary’s head fell into his hands. Hehad no idea she was pregnant; apparently they had been trying for years. Hesobbed and shook his head.The officer left us alone in the room and I did my best to comfort Gary. Irubbed his back and tried to speak calmly to him – I suppressed my owngrief momentarily for his benefit.The doctor came in about 10 minutes later and talked to both of us aboutour wives and then asked me to step out so he could speak with Gary aboutthe baby. Gary asked me to stay and I did.The baby was only a month and a half along but had survived the impactenough to still be viable. The challenge was how to proceed. They werekeeping Monica’s body alive artificially for now, but the baby would onlysurvive around 36 hours under these conditions, they needed a surrogate.Gary just shook his head in acknowledgement but couldn’t get soundsout. The doctor suggested I take him home; We both had grieving to do andmaking decisions that big during the shock phase wasn’t a good idea. Hewould call if he had any updates.—I drove Gary’s car home and got him into his house. My own sadness hadstarted to catch up to me and I needed a good cry but didn’t want to makeit worse for Gary so I went home after making sure he was settled.I took off all of my clothes, the panties and bra I still had on, and tooka long bath and had a good cry.—I don’t remember getting myself into bed and falling asleep but I had wokenup before the light and been laying in bed in a daze, trying to comprehendthe curve that life had thrown at me, when a knock on the door forced meout of my stupor.I had slept in one of my wifes’ nighties – it felt good to feel close toher like that and I always sleep so soundly in lingerie.I grabbed my “guy” robe to cover myself and made my way to the door.It was Gary – he had coffee and donuts in his hands. This did not look likea man that had just lost his wife. He looked like a man who had been up forhours and was on a mission.I invited him in and we sat at the kitchen table exchanging politecondolences and asking on the others’ well-being. He had just gotten offthe phone with the doctor and needed to talk to me urgently, he said.—I’m not sure how long I sat there with my mouth open in shock. In short,for the past hour Gary had proposed that I become a surrogate for hisunborn c***d. Unable to locate any viable relative to carry the baby toterm; the doctor suggested that anyone, male or female, could carry thec***d. Modern medical science kaçak iddaa would enable them to take Monica’s wombintact and implant it into my body. I would need to begin a regimen ofhormones immediately so that my body provided the right chemicals to thefetus – but it was physically possible.Mixed into his proposal was the revelation that my wife had known all aboutmy cross-dressing and the sites I read and visited. She had shared all ofthis with Monica who, of course, told Gary. Apparently the girls had beenworking on a plan for a while to get me to “come out.”Gary’s take on all of this was one of fate. He was convincing in his toneand mannerisms; I on the other hand was dazed. You know how in movies whenan explosion goes off close enough to someone to disorient them and maketheir ears ring? Yeah, exactly that!It must have been long enough because Gary broke the silence. “Look Mark, Iknow this is a lot to take in on the heels of losing Sarah, but I want toassure you of a few things that I presume are running through your headright now.” I didn’t raise my head, but I raised my eyes to him and hecontinued, “I know you’ve been depressed since you lost your job and havingsomething to refocus on will be good for you. If you move in with me, wecan rent out your place, and I can take care of you and the baby – I makeplenty of money to take care of all 3 of us, comfortably.””I don’t expect you to have a relationship with me, but I suspect you maywant to, and if you do – that would make me happy, and I would make youhappy.”I was crying pretty steadily now – I had hit that place in a good cry whereI couldn’t really speak words – just sobbing noises to indicateacknowledgment. I worked very hard to regain my composure and attempted tospeak.”Gary, this is all so much. So much, so fast. What am I supposed to tellpeople? our friends? my PARENTS!?” I was building up a resistance now;”What exactly are you going to tell people? We’ll be a laughing stock. Theydon’t make men’s maternity clothes the last I checked – I would have to bea woman full-time!!”The smile on Gary’s face would have been creepy in most circumstances, butit was oddly comforting. He had thought of all of these things apparently.”First things first, I want you to start, right now, by worrying less. Myjob will be to provide for, and protect, you and the baby. The sooner youcan shift your mindset, the clearer this will all become. Now, to addressyour concerns: I know you don’t have that many friends, guy friends atleast. I don’t know your parents but from what I heard – your relationshipwith them is strained as best; and yes, I expect you to be a womanfull-time.”He didn’t need to pause, but I could feel his eyes watching me for areaction. Satisfied with whatever my body language must have indicated hewent on, “Mark, Monica and I tried for so long to have a c***d. I lost mywife yesterday and you lost yours. Together we can make something positiveout of so much loss. I can give you the life I think you want – all thosedreams, all your fantasies, can kaçak bahis all come true. All your worries and fearscan disappear. Please have my baby.”He stopped there and didn’t say another word. The silence was uncomfortable- it was breaking me.Gary got up and made himself a cup of coffee to replace the one he haddrank. I shifted in my seat and my bottom slid across the satin chemise Iwas wearing under my robe. Everything he said was true: I kept to myself,my folks barely acknowledged me, I hadn’t had a decent interview in monthsand we were living off of Sarah’s income. I was truly at the bottom.I pushed my hair out of my face – I had been secretly enjoying growing itout under the auspices of not wanting to spend money on a haircut since Iwasn’t working. Just as I was going to get up to get one, Gary offered me atissue. It was incredibly sweet and made me relax just a bit.”Gary, I don’t know what to do here. I am mortified that Sarah, Monica, andyou all knew my secret, which is shameful enough, and now I am being askedto go from being this other person that I have always been, to the person Iam in secret everyday – and we’re just gonna be a normal couple, just likethat?”Before I could continue with the speech I spent all of 30 seconds workingout in my head, Gary interrupted.”Mark, this baby is my main priority right now, but I know that I’m notequipped to raise it on my own. I need you to do this for me. For us.” Istood up and started to open my mouth but before I could respond he placedhis hand on my cheek and his thumb over my mouth so he could go onuninterrupted. “Have this baby for me; after he or she is born, if thisisn’t what you want – I promise you, on my wife’s memory, that I will helpyou however you need to move on. Please?”With that he pulled me to him and hugged me. It wasn’t sexual or sensual inany way – it was comforting. Gary towered over me and his arms engulfed meas he pulled me tight to him. If he was trying to convey strength andcaring with this hug, he was achieving it. I started to cry again and laidmy head into his chest. I don’t know how to describe it but I absolutelymelted into him. He rubbed my hair and my back with his hand. I was beingsoothed and if it was a trap – I fell right into it.”Yes,” I said as I looked up into his eyes. “I will do it.”The smile on the mans face was infectious. We both began to cry again, butdifferent tears. These weren’t “happy tears” but they were certainlyjoyful. These tears turned into a silly laugh from both of us. I went backto his chest with my head and stayed there for another moment.—Gary called the doctor and told him that we would be at the hospital in anhour. We only had 11 hours left before the chance of losing the baby becamea reality.”Get a shower Mark?” Gary hesitated, “um, what would you like your name tobe?” he asked. “Gary, please don’t be upset?I have had this name since wellbefore we ever met, but I have always been Monica as my feminine persona.”He smiled. “OK, then Monica it is – should be easy for me to remember atleast!” With that I got a wink from him and instructions to get cleaned up,put on something comfortable, and pack something to come home in – afterall I was going to be pregnant when I left the hospital.—To be continued…

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