by: Valentino Incanto Profferi
©Valentino Incanto Profferi 2009
The story told here is
utterly fictitious and any resemblance between the characters herein or the
events depicted and any true incident depicted by the Fairy tale is completely
coincidental and unintentional.
1 • A Blind Date
“Flight 603. Boarding at - gate,…F…-…4.
Parents with infants - and First Class,…Now
Boarding.” It was the announcement Barry
had been waiting for in the Executive Lounge.
Barry had always found the even and warm, but interminably calm voice of
the lady announcer at most airports extremely seductive and arousing. The young professional lawyer with a second
degree in medicine with a specialty in general practice gathered up his coat
and set off at a march for the boarding gate.
He was thirty six and had managed to stay single by spending most of his
time at the library studying. Now, Barry
was impeccably dressed always, and had a life that his childhood friends only
fantasized about. With a seven figure
income and all the toys he could ever desire, he still found himself hiring
escorts when he had a function to attend.
Barry handed his boarding pass to the
short and slim brunette and watched a middle aged mother with a small child
walking down the boarding tunnel bent over as she held her little girl’s hand.
He was absentmindedly gazing as the receding bottom of the mother in tight
spandex trousers as it giggled while she walked, when the attendant finally
caught his attention. “Sir, sir, excuse
me, sir, you may now board your flight.” She was very polite and diplomatic,
but Barry was still irritated with her for distracting him from his impertinent
gaze. He took the stub and walked on
imagining what being married to that woman may have been like, particularly the
sex that they might have had.
By the time he turned the corner he saw
the woman disappearing through the opening of the aircraft and waking away out
of sight past the row of seats. He was
ready for a vacation and already thinking about the sex he may encounter and
perhaps the sex he could buy cheaply while visiting
Dropping his coat on the seat, Barry
reached above his seat to check the overhead compartment was clear. Automatically, without looking away from the
window through which he watched a large and muscular woman in a dark uniform
handling luggage on a cart, he took the expensive crocodile leather carryon
with a change of clothes, toiletry, book, laptop, and PDA by the strap on his
shoulder and swung it up listening for the thump and scrape it made each time
he boarded an airplane. The bag narrowly
missed the head of an older man in a lovely silk suit embroidered with silk
lace, who swung away just in time from the hefty bag in flight. He then cleared his throat at Barry, who
finally noticed the old Brazilian with his dark tan and white hair. Barry briefly eyed him suspiciously, and took
his seat by the window without saying a word of apology or acknowledging his
carelessness in the aircraft’s confined space.
The old man stared at Barry and his
uncivil behaviour, instantly recognizing him for a citizen of the United State,
which brought out a sympathetic expression much like a grand father looking at
a terminally ill grandchild misbehaving because of personal physical discomfort, The old man smiled
to himself and turned to put his bag above his seat, the opposite window seat
in the front row. A few minutes later,
Barry observed a young woman in a beautiful hand made linen dress that would
have suited either a stage performance or a ball room dancing contest, stop at
the closet by the kitchen to hang up a garment bag.
With hunger for her in his loins, Barry
observed her and her extroverted, exaggerated gestures, tossing her long dark
black hair streaked with silvery blond, arching her back dramatically making
her tight and firm bottom prominent, touching her bared neck and shoulders
sensually, and so on. Barry was
transfixed. Without hearing himself, he
gasped and croaked at her like an inebriated toad, to which his delightful
damsel turned with a knowing smile to look at Barry’s crotch. When Fanny’s eyes rose they met Barry’s
watery eyes, capturing him into an infatuation from which he would never again
recover himself.
“Hey sweetie, where
you sit’n?” Fanny leaned over the
isle seat, giving Barry a clear view of her cleavage and her embroidered thin
brassiere that often failed to contain her full and equally tanned bust. “I love sitting in the first row, do you mind
if I sit next to you?” Fanny spoke in a husky falsetto that made Barry perspire
heavily and loosen his tie as he replied that he would be glad to have her
company. With a strong and thin hand,
Fanny stroked Barry’s clean shaved face and said she would be right back. Once Fanny had walked away, the old Brazilian
man looked over at Barry with his longing look that followed the swaying,
bouncing bottom of the young woman. The
gentleman spoke to him quietly, partly breaking the enchantment. It was a warning, one sentence. “That beautiful
young lady is a man; you should know that before you marry her.”
In irritation with the man who had
tired to warn him gently, Barry showed his canines in smiling grin that
resembled more the threatening face of chimp in battle. For a moment, Barry glared at him with
indignation, and then he turned to look out of the window. The woman which had
held his attention earlier had departed on a jeep towing a string of
carts. As he stared out at the grey
concrete of the tarmac and the pale yellow building of the airport, Barry was
suddenly reassured by the soft and tender touch of his lovely lady stroking the
side of his fat cheeked face.
Leaving the arm of the first class seat
between them raised, she sat close to him, pushing her partly bared thigh
against his trouser leg while she massaged his thigh suggestively, and hoping
to feel the erection she knew was there.
With her hand still on his thigh, Fanny began conversationally to ask
him what he did with his life when he was not on airplanes being molested by
beautiful women he wanted to have sex with.
Fanny knew perfectly well that Barry did not know or suspect that she
was in fact a transsexual in the midst of her gradual transition into
womanliness. She had seen the look of
pity and amusement on the face of the old gentleman who had smiled at her with
knowing amusement. Fanny had flashed him
a broad secretive smile and a bit too much of her smooth, depilated thigh and
lower button as she had sat down, pulling her skirt up to not crumple the linen
excessively. As she had touched Barry’s
face, Fanny had also moaned softly as the cold leather had touched her bare
thighs and exposed buttocks separated by her g-string lace briefs.
Fanny was had not yet had her final
operation, but had already been castrated and was on oestrogen/progesterone
hormone therapy after having had breast implants put in early in her career as
an actress in
One of the air hosts, while inspecting
the overhead compartments and that the passengers were seated properly upright
with their seat belts demonstrated his intuitive comprehension of Fanny’s
nature. He leaned over Fanny rather
unnecessarily, brushing her with his chest to grope Barry with the pretence of
checking the seat belt was secure. He
then checked Fanny’s, also groping her inner thigh. Fanny understood the gesture perfectly and
communicated agreement with her eyes immediately. While Barry grumbled to Fanny about the
absurdly intimate service member, Fanny took advantage of the dimmed lights to
caress Barry through the trousers to calm him while daydreaming about the
rendezvous she would have later in the night with that air host in the rear
lavatory. Fanny always liked having a naughty quickie when the opportunity
presented itself. It had been in this
way precisely, while still only a transvestite, that she had obtained her first
acting job in a low budget independent film while attending a recruiting fair at UCLA.
2 • A Day
Aboard
Not more than thirty minutes later,
while the aircraft was still rising gently, a pretty middle aged hostess passed
with a cart offering drinks and snacks.
With small gestures of jealousy and irritation at Fanny who she felt was
more attractive that she, the attendant served Barry his multiple drinks,
peanuts and party mix Barry paid her a
tip of $20 because Fanny asked him to, and the young woman pushed her
trolley away flushed and smiling with a
painful grimace.
They sat back in the broad leather
seats leaning into each other conspiratorially while Fanny sipped her liqueur
and occasionally drank some carbonated soda.
Barry, who was fond of both whiskey and vodka, helped himself to two
bottles of each mixed with orange juice and lemon-lime soda. By the time Barry was on his fourth serving,
he spilled some of his drink on his suit coat, causing him to stand up
abruptly, scattering the peanuts and spilling half a can of Sprite on the
carpet. He howled with rage and bellowed
for the attendant. During his little
scene, Fanny made apologetic faces at the other passengers seated behind them
and soothed Barry, wiping his coat ineffectually with a napkin acting like she
might have been his wife.
With the scarred suit coat in her hand,
Fanny made her way quickly to the forward lavatory to spot clean the minor
spill. The middle aged attendant, who
had a silent contract with Fanny, occupied himself for a few minutes cleaning
the wall, carpet and seat while Barry looked on from the isle with irritation
and not a glimmer of self conscious embarrassment at his absurd behaviour. When Fanny returned some time later, Barry
was still standing stiffly where he had been waiting for the attendant,
mumbling rudely to himself. Fanny squeezed
past him and lured him with soothing prattle back to his seat. Finally Barry regained some of his wits and
complained in a whisper to Fanny that the male attendant had brushed against
Barry’s loins with his bottom twice while cleaning. Fanny discounted his complaint efficiently
citing that he liked getting touched anyway and that it had naturally been
accidental as Barry had been standing in the way stiffly.
She also added that when she had passed
him, she had brushed him as well, adding that he had been noticeably rigid
beneath his trousers. She offered Barry
to come with her to the larger lavatory in the back of the airplane for her to
redress his projective state. However,
Barry was rather shy about such physical matters and asked Fanny to leave such
things to their private hotel room in