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Dana and the Angel of Lost Girls - 1
by Sailbad (sailbad@storiesonline.org)

***

A detailed story of a pretty, young hermaphrodite 
woman with a wounded spirit who struggles with a world 
that does not understand her dual sexuality. She sets 
out on an adventure to test her alternate sexual 
identity. On sex in the first part. The sex picks up 
in the later posts. (FF, herm, prost)

***

Part 1 - Looking for Love

Dana pulled out of the parking lot and out into 
traffic. Just a short jaunt down Third Street and then 
on to the interstate. She had been anxiously waiting 
all week for after work Friday, the day when she would 
set off on her great adventure. It was quite an 
incredible undertaking. If any of her friends knew 
what she was up to they would never have believed it; 
she could hardly believe she was going through with 
this herself. But if nothing else life had made her 
very brave and considering her circumstances; her plan 
was not all that incredible but still very bold. Dana 
was going to the big city for the weekend, to find and 
make love to another woman. 

Her mind was set on the notion. She had planned it for 
months and even made a reconnaissance trip to iron out 
the details. She probably could have found a suitable 
partner from among the eclectic collection of coeds on 
the college campus but Laramie, Wyoming was a small 
city and it was hard to keep such misadventures quiet. 
No, Dana was driving to Denver. It was the biggest 
city in the region. Whatever she wanted - they had it 
in Denver. 

Apart from finding a discrete partner she also wanted 
the option to be as discriminating as possible. Her 
mother had always told her that if she was going to 
try something for the first time, give it a fair 
chance and try the very best. She thought that, 
surely, from the larger sample of lesbians in a big 
city she would have the best prospect of finding a 
highly skilled and appealing companion. Her plan was 
perfect. She would have a little fling and then 
discretely sneak back home. No one would ever know. 

She accelerated to speed, adjusted her mirror, and 
checked her watch. She should be arriving around 7:30. 
Plenty of time to check in, change her clothes and hit 
the night. Dana thought about her evening's plans. She 
did not know exactly what or who she would encounter 
but she knew how. She knew that if she positioned 
herself well her natural graces were always enough to 
propel circumstances in her favor. 

She was by no means a raving beauty but she was cute, 
in fact, darned cute if she had to admit it. She wore 
her short, curly red hair in a sassy fluff around her 
head. Her face was round with full cheeks and a broad 
expressive mouth. Her big, playful eyes were a vivid 
blue and her brows slanted upwards toward her nose 
giving her face an overall warm, empathic appearance. 
She did not have a figure that provoked lustful 
stares. Her breasts were small and her hips narrow but 
she had legs like a dancer and she could really use 
them to attract attention when she wanted to. She 
considered herself well equipped for this quest. She 
was confident she would succeed in her mission and she 
looked forward to the insight she would gain from this 
trip. 

Someone might ask, 'Why would an attractive, 
heterosexual, 22 year-old, small town raised, young 
professional woman be setting off on such an 
uncharacteristically bold adventure?' If she had such 
an urge to experiment with her sexuality, why not do 
it in the carefree days of college when such behavior 
might be more easily excused? Why at this stage of her 
life after her career had started and her social 
potential being realized? To Dana, the situation was 
not so difficult to understand. From her perspective 
it had always been almost inevitable. She was a 
hermaphrodite. 

Dana was most definitely a woman. She had ovaries, a 
uterus, and a vagina; exhaustive tests as a girl had 
verified her sexual identity. Her external genitalia 
were somewhat less distinct. Firstly, her labia were 
much larger, in fact, enormous by comparison to most 
women. They were the same shape and in the same 
position as most women but Dana's were long flaps of 
pinkish brown skin that could easily stretch beyond 
her panty line if she did not carefully tuck them 
away. When she became sexually aroused they puffed up 
and spread apart invitingly like the petals of a 
delicate flower and sweated on the inside the same 
musky secretions as her vagina. The flaps met at the 
top of her sexual opening where they formed the hood 
above her clitoris and it was here that her genitalia 
became most ambiguous. 

Dana called her clitoris a penis because that was what 
it looked like. It protruded from her and dangled in 
front of her sex, it had a soft, stretchy skin of an 
olive complexion, it had a very sensitive glans at the 
end, and it even had a foreskin around the tip. It had 
no urethra, hers was below just like all other women, 
but it responded to sexual stimulation just like a 
penis. 

When Dana became aroused her penis would lengthen, 
swell, harden and raise itself to point toward her 
naval in a graceful arch; heralding her arousal and 
prominently begging for attention. It was her biggest 
and most closely guarded secret; a secret that had 
controlled and shaped every aspect of her life. And 
now it had become the central guiding focus of her 
strange weekend quest. To Dana it was a trip she had 
been planning since she was a girl. After all, one 
could not have such an organ and not wonder about its 
potential uses. 

Dana was glad for the long drive it gave her time to 
think, about her plans, about her past, about herself. 

It had been a long love/hate relationship between Dana 
and her genitals. She hated them because they drove 
away her father. Unable to cope with her indistinct 
gender, he ran away shortly after she was born never 
to be heard from again. 

She hated them for the sheltered life she had been 
restricted to. Her mother was very protective and 
constantly steeled Dana against any situation that 
might compromise her dainty secret or weaken her 
vigilance. There were so many maturing rituals a young 
girl should partake in that Dana could not because of 
her secret. All the slumber parties, sports, and of 
course, teenage lust she had to keep shy of. There 
were a few times necking with some boy she was 
infatuated with when her arousal almost let itself 
show. These were warnings to her about the fragile 
nature of her secret and how destructive to her life 
it might be if her supplemental sexuality was ever 
discovered. 

At the same time she loved her little something extra. 
It was not only a part of her; it was the epicenter of 
the most intense delight she had ever known. Her 
orgasms were tremendous and she attributed them to her 
very sensitive penis. Many were the nights, sheltered 
in darkness, quietly in her room that her young 
fingers crept tenderly over her flesh to find that 
tempting treasure. 

Pulling her panties down she would tease her penis 
into erection with one hand while with the other 
dragging up musky wetness from her flowering vagina 
and spreading it around as a lubricant. Fully aroused 
and suitably aided she worked a two-pronged attack; on 
her penis and on her vagina. With one dainty finger 
swirling within the sensitive mouth of her pussy, she 
pulled and rubbed her erect clitoris that rose in an 
arc toward her navel. She took her time, manipulating 
herself, prolonging the pleasure, building it up to 
that huge release and the soothing peace that 
followed. 

There were complications, though. Her vaginal orgasms 
were like any other woman's but when her clitoral 
orgasms struck Dana she would gush forth from her 
urethra, just below her penis. It of course wasn't 
sperm, but it wasn't urine either. It was a thick 
slippery substance that would, depending on her sexual 
tension, dribble out quickly and run down her slit or 
sometimes squirt out in rapid jets. When she 
masturbated, she always kept a wash cloth with her, to 
catch the mess. 

Dana treasured her climaxes, but she treated herself 
to them very sparingly. What she had always desired 
the most was someone to share her physical joy with, 
and masturbation was a distraction she did not want to 
become dependent on. Sadly, Dana had not been very 
successful in finding that someone. 

Her first foray into love was with a boy she had known 
since kindergarten. They had always been close friends 
and started dating when they were 16. They had many 
necking and guarded light petting sessions but Dana 
never let it go too far until one night three months 
before their graduation. Dana broke down and let him 
venture his wandering hands past the hem of her skirt. 
She tried urgently to forewarn him of what he would 
find; she was so sure she could trust him to 
appreciate her special circumstance and to not freak 
out over what he found. 

She was wrong. He completely came unglued, called her 
a fag as if she was some boy playing an elaborate hoax 
on him. He spat on her and pushed her out of his car 
to walk home alone. If that was not bad enough, by the 
following Monday the story was all over town. 

Her entire life was abruptly torn up by the roots and 
destroyed. Her friends abandoned her, people stared, 
her mother cried almost constantly. Unable to function 
in the tiny town, she had to test out of high school, 
leave her mother and her home to start college early 
in faraway Laramie. She never went back and she could 
only visit her mother if they met outside town. It was 
a cold cruel lesson for her, one that left her feeling 
shattered, robbed, and very alone. 

In college she kept to herself with her nose in her 
books. It was hard to constantly exclude herself from 
all the festivities and distractions but she knew too 
well the consequences of letting down her guard. In 
her junior year she met a young man, a senior, with a 
promising future that she had a strong yearning for 
and he loved her too. He was a good man, very patient, 
intelligent and understanding. This time she 
carefully, gradually exposed him to her condition 
months before the relationship got physical. 

He was unafraid and completely discrete. When the time 
was right she offered him her virginity. She was so 
happy that he addressed her sex bravely. The encounter 
was a little tense, slightly hesitant. Not knowing for 
sure how to address it, he would not touch her proudly 
erect organ protruding prominently in front of his own 
but the rest of his foreplay was thorough and 
effective. He consummated their love, entered her, 
broke her hymen and they engaged in complete and 
mutually satisfying intercourse. 

With her erection nestled in the tangle of his pubic 
hair and her labia spread wide around his puffed 
scrotum, they wrapped their arms around each other in 
a tight lover's embrace, whispering passionate 
entreaties into each other's ears. After overcoming 
the brief pain of defloration, she regaled in his 
arms; it was without exception not only the most 
pleasurable experience of her life but also the 
ultimate completion of her being. He was bringing her 
in from the cold and welcoming her into the human 
race. All the cruel years of self-repression were 
washing away with his every stroke. 

Working with him her body became a treasure of joy for 
her underneath his; giving her pleasure she could 
never have given herself. They clung together and 
moved in a smooth, undulating syncopation, climbing 
their lust like a team. As he churned his penis deep 
within her newly awoken vagina, Dana bucked and ground 
against his every thrust, gyrating her own penis 
against his coarse, clinging curls. She matched him in 
his mounting joy, riding his passion with him as a 
devoted partner; she waited to accept his culminating 
ejaculation as a woman. 

She felt him tense and groan, then his emission, a 
pulsing jet deep within her. The sensation and the 
realization that came with it pushed her over the 
edge. As he was still enjoying his climax she ground 
against him tightly and triggered her own release. She 
came, and as usual when she came, she gushed forth her 
own ejaculation. In a series of quick, gentle spurts 
her thick, viscose fluid erupted from her urethra and 
into his pressing pubes, slowly dribbling down over 
his testicles. Simultaneous bliss, the moment was 
truly theirs, or so she would have thought. 

Her release had an immediate, chilling effect on him. 
He tried hard not to let it show or to hurt her 
feelings but she knew he was uncomfortable with the 
net effect of their bonding. Her erection still stood 
defiantly, unrepentant in front of her sex and a gooey 
glob of her discharge soaked the patch of hair above 
his flagging erection. Of course he was very 
understanding and gracious to a fault, and his love 
for her was clear and beyond reproach. But she knew he 
had a little difficulty in facing the reality of her 
condition. Sometimes the subtle signs of rejection are 
the most hurtful to a partner's ego. Regardless, they 
set it aside, and curled up in each other's arms to 
sleep like lovers. 

She was so happy to be made complete and have 
consummated their love, but from that point on their 
relationship decayed. He still loved her but the 
distinctly masculine traits of her sexuality clearly 
disturbed him. They overcame some of his discomfort by 
changing their coital position – they had sex "doggie 
style". By entering her from behind he was spared 
confrontation with her strangely configured genitalia 
but it left out a great deal of the intimacy that Dana 
craved so much. She could, of course, stimulate 
herself, and she did, to share pleasure and release 
with him. 

She stroked and massaged her erection with a free hand 
as he thrust against her, he never deterred her. They 
had frolicking, rancorous sex and he enjoyed himself 
to his completion. Dana achieved hers too, spilling 
herself against his testicles and driving shaft, 
without his noticing. As his cum spilled from her and 
mixed with hers, the illusion was complete. He was 
still slightly chilled by her condition. He never 
touched her down there and if he ever came into 
contact with her ejaculate, he recoiled in revulsion. 

They kept their relationship together all the way to 
his graduation. In spite of all his entreaties, 
appeals and promises of devotion, Dana still sensed 
reluctance in him and loved him enough to let him go. 
She released him to a life he would not have to 
constantly defend, to some other lover with whom he 
could be completely free. It hurt them both but she 
felt it was the honest thing to do. He left town and 
disappeared from her life. 

Her mourning was dark and cynical. She began to 
associate with a gloomy crowd of social dissenters and 
cultural critics. Among them she met and moved in with 
an attractive, rakish English Literature Major who 
sold used cars to pay his bills. He drank heavily and 
smelled of stale cigarettes but he had no apprehension 
about her sex. He ignored her clitoris almost 
completely. As far as her ejaculation was concerned, 
he was downright squeamish but undeterred. He was by 
no means a good or even satisfying lover but she never 
had to question where she stood with him. As depressed 
as she was, it would not have mattered anyway. 

Their love making was arduous and forced, usually 
while intoxicated. They were somewhat clumsy though 
very physical lovers, and they went through all the 
motions of intense sex yet something was missing. She 
had to work too hard to achieve her climax and when it 
came it was physically enjoyable but did not even 
begin to soothe her emotional needs. It was like being 
half numb or having sex by remote control. 

She usually got off after he had passed out, she would 
straddle him and ride on top of him with his semi-
erection stuffed up inside her. Through the bleary 
daze of alcohol she slid and ground against him, 
making believe the tumescent flesh squeezed in her 
yearning pussy was the raging cock of an inspired 
lover. With a free hand she pulled, squeezed and 
jerked-off her erection for stimulation no one else 
would give her. When she had reached her peak and spat 
out her cum over his cock and balls it was a lonely 
victory, not the joy she longed to share. 

Their affair was not love; it was just going through 
the motions. As time progressed it became a mockery of 
love. He got into cocaine and soon every spare dime he 
could get his hands on went up his nose. In the end, 
he tried to get her to sell herself to a truck driver 
because they needed the money. At that point their 
relationship was no longer just an enigma of contrived 
emotions, it was a hazard. She snuck away in the 
middle of the night and never looked back. 

The yawning light of her new found freedom and 
sobriety healed her many wounds. She got stronger, 
more self-reliant, and she focused herself strictly on 
the non-sexual aspects of her life. She graduated, 
established a career and settled into a safe, 
comfortable routine. 

Until now. A question that she had carried since 
adolescence burned inside her and was nagging for an 
answer. Thus - her adventure. 

Dana tried to imagine all the possible scenarios so 
she would be ready. As she drove, she began to wonder 
about the type of woman she would meet. Would she be 
just an average lady or one of those masculine types? 
What kind of role should she play - the submissive or 
the aggressor? How would she expose her secret to 
them, up front or as a surprise? There were so many 
uncertainties, she did not like the idea but she would 
have to play a lot of this by ear and make the 
appropriate moves based on how things evolved. 

She made good time, pulling in to the motel parking 
lot a half hour sooner than she had planned. She 
checked into her room and freshened up with a quick 
shower. Fully expecting a lucky encounter, she 
powdered and perfumed herself for a lover's 
enchantment before slipping into her finest, shear 
black pantyhose, a white, short sleeve silk blouse and 
a short, pleated, blue skirt. Her legs were her best 
asset and she chose a pair of black, high heeled, 
"f#ck-me" shoes to accentuate them. Looking at herself 
in the mirror she surmised, 'If I wanted to bring home 
a man tonight, this would definitely do it.' She just 
hoped girls liked the same bait. 

Out to her car and on to the freeway. She knew where 
she was going. Her recon trip and some pointed 
inquiries had helped her find some gay bars on South 
Broadway, where all the art galleries were. 

The first place on her list was called The Footloose. 
Dana parked around the corner, primped herself one 
more time in the rear view mirror and bound out of her 
car in a quick dash for the door. What greeted her 
inside were mostly the shocked stares of scattered, 
well-groomed, slender men. 'Could I be in the wrong 
place?' she wondered. There were two women sitting at 
the bar. One was a sleek woman in her mid-forties in a 
black t-shirt and blue jeans. Sitting next to her was 
a pretty, young blonde in a white t-shirt. Their 
interlocked arms made it clear to all they were a 
couple. Dana took a seat at the bar near the pair 
hoping to garnish their cloistered feminine appeal 
should any other women show up. She asked the 
bartender for a cabernet and casually familiarized 
herself with her surroundings. 

It was a tidy, stylish place with a neat bar, clean 
little wooden tables and a dance floor. She sipped her 
wine and waited for someone, anyone, to show her a 
little benevolence. It was an act in futility. The men 
did not seem to care if women existed at all. The two 
women would intermittently throw themselves into a 
passionate kiss and then look about the room, scanning 
for a reaction. They were as indifferent to Dana as 
the men. She waited twenty minutes and in that time 
the two women left, ten more men arrived and Dana just 
got lonely. 

She hopped off her stool and dashed back to her car. 
The errant foray had emboldened her. It was not as 
hard as she had thought. Hopefully the next place on 
her list would be more suitable. It was a place 
further up Broadway called The Compound. Dana liked it 
because it had a discrete parking lot in the back. She 
took a deep breath after berthing her car and 
sauntered to the entrance. Standing inside the 
doorway, she stopped and gathered her bearings. She 
saw about her women's faces, seated at tables, playing 
pool, and standing in a row leaning against the bar. 
They all marked her entrance, looking her over with 
more than casual curiosity. 

Dana smiled; this was the right place. She stepped 
forward, between the tables and the bar, and stood in 
a wide stance (a good way to grab attention if you 
have nice legs). She regarded the first woman there, a 
tall, burly blonde woman in a sleeveless t-shirt and 
her hair slicked back in a kind of D.A. The next woman 
at the bar was a stocky brunette with a mullet and a 
black leather vest who stepped in front of Dana and 
said, "Hey, doll. How's about I buy you a drink and we 
get cozy?" 

Before Dana could summarize the ramifications of that 
offer a big pink arm whizzed past her head and the 
burly blonde's palm smacked against the brunette's 
shoulder, the blonde thundered, "She's in my 
territory, asshole!" The brunette responded with a 
right cross that missed its mark. Dana was dumbfounded 
as the two women locked arms and tore at each other 
just inches from her face. A big, broad man behind the 
bar climbed over it and landed beside the two women, 
wrenching them apart with his long arms. 

Too shocked to move, Dana felt a hand grasp her gently 
but firmly by the elbow and draw her away from the 
ruckus. The bartender and some friends separated the 
combatants and they withdrew to opposite ends of the 
bar. As the women at the bar shuffled positions to 
absorb the newly opened space Dana turned to look at 
her rescuer. She beheld an attractive woman in her 
mid-forties dressed in black slacks and a pink silk 
blouse with a sweater draped around her shoulders. She 
had short, curly brown hair neatly bunched around a 
very wholesome, June-Cleaver-ish face. The woman 
smiled warmly at Dana and said, "You're new here, 
aren't you?" Taking Dana's shocked silence for an 
answer she continued, "We'd better just avoid the war 
zone until you learn the ropes." 

Guiding Dana back to her table by the wall they passed 
another woman sitting alone at an adjacent table who 
laughed and said, "Smooth sailing, cream puff." This 
was a lean, young blonde woman in blue jeans, tank top 
and cowboy hat; pretty in a kind of unwashed sort of 
way. 

"Oh, Jan. Behave," replied Dana's savior to the wild, 
giddy cowgirl. Pulling Dana down to a chair beside 
her, the pleasant woman said, "My name's Ruth. Don't 
mind Jan she's just having fun." 

"I'm Dana," she offered. Dana had planned to use an 
alias but that slipped. 

"Well, hi, Dana, and welcome," said her new friend. 
"Tell us what brings you to our dreary little dive." 
As she spoke, Jan slid her chair toward their table to 
include herself into the welcoming committee. 
 
"I'm just... kind of... well, I'm looking for some 
companionship," said Dana. She was feeling a bit shy 
and uneasy. It seemed strange to her to go to a place 
expressly looking for sex. This kind of conduct was so 
foreign to her, but she did find comfort in the notion 
that every woman in the room was drawn there by virtue 
of their sexuality and a quest for coupling. Why else 
would she be there? She was also feeling an attraction 
for both of these women. Either one would surely make 
a suitable partner. "I'm new to this," she ventured, 
hoping for sympathetic appeal. 

"A virgin!" blurted out Jan with a raucous laugh and 
entirely too loud. "I ain't touchin' that." 

Dana felt the stare of every woman in the bar turn on 
her. 

"Jan! That's uncalled for," said Ruth crossly as she 
reached in her purse and drew out a ten. She slid it 
toward Jan and said, "Why don't you go get us a drink? 
What are you having, Dana?" 

"Burgundy is fine. Thank you," she said, still trying 
to overcome her embarrassment. Jan nabbed the bill and 
headed for the bar. 

Ruth patted her on the arm, "Jan's a little rough 
around the edges, she drives a cab all day. She's 
actually very sweet before she's had too many." 

Dana was quickly growing a fondness for this woman. 
She was pretty, kind, warm, and understanding. She 
thought maybe her search would be over sooner than she 
expected. Surely this woman would make a perfect lover 
for her first time. "You've been very sweet," Dana 
ventured. "How would you like to take home a virgin," 
she continued, half-jokingly but still half in 
earnest? 

"Oh, me?" Ruth said as she dropped her glance and 
began fiddling with her hair, obviously flattered. 
"I'm... spoken for. But perhaps I can steer you to the 
right young lady." 

"Well, I guess Jan is out," chuckled Dana. "I'm hoping 
to find someone really special, really good, and 
really patient. Somebody who will make my experience 
memorable." 

"There's Bobbie," suggested Ruth. "That blonde girl on 
the stool. She's available and very sweet." 
 
Glancing over casually, Dana considered the pleasant, 
dainty woman in snug, girl-next-door jeans. "She's 
cute. Does she like adventure?" That, of course, would 
be crucial. 

"Adventure," said Ruth with a sly sideways glance? 
"Mmm,... Neecie! Denice. The girl in the skirt, 
playing pool. She's a dancer. Ballet. She tamed Jan 
once. Not a fast mover, she likes to get acquainted 
first." 

Dana watched the sinewy, superlatively toned 
strawberry blond in the fashionably torn mid-drift and 
matching skirt. Definitely a sensuous creature, with a 
body built to perform. The package she advertised 
certainly promised an affair to remember. 'Wow,' 
thought Dana. 'If I had enough time, that's the kind 
of woman I wanted to find.' "I'm only in town for the 
weekend, ... but..." She did not really intend for her 
quest to extend into multiple trips, but that girl was 
truly exciting. 

"In a hurry, huh? Well, someone else does come to 
mind, she's a bit extreme," proposed Ruth. "She is 
very beautiful, a skillful and thorough lover,... uh, 
so I hear... very accommodating and she likes first-
timers. She's... (How shall I say?)... A lady of the 
evening. Her name is Angel." 

"A prostitute," asked Dana in a shocked whisper? She 
was alarmed that her adventure had strayed into 
felonious territory. Could she venture that far? Maybe 
she could. Pondering it quickly, maybe it was the 
perfect solution. This Angel was good, she liked 
beginners, and as a professional she could not shirk 
her duty no matter what she confronted. "Well, OK. I 
could do that. That would suit me just fine, I guess." 
Just then Jan returned with their drinks and plopped 
down in her chair. "Tell me what I have to do to meet 
this Angel," continued Dana anxiously. 

"Angel!" exclaimed Jan with a laugh, entirely too loud 
and again drawing attention from the entire room. "If 
you can afford Angel why are we buying you drinks?" 

"Jan," whispered Ruth with a frown! "Try to put 
yourself in our friend's shoes and stop being such a 
bore!" Softening and turning back to Dana, 
"Understand, I've never been with her," Ruth said, 
primping her hair again, self-consciously, "but my 
partner... who should be here by now,... she has and 
she would at least help you find her." 

"Poindexter," said Jan almost choking on a big gulp of 
beer? "What a waste." 

Ruth ignored Jan like she was used to it. "Even if she 
can't we'll find you a friend. You're in glad 
company," she said as she hugged Dana's arm in 
encouragement. 

"I appreciate it and I'm happy to be among you," 
replied Dana to both her new friends. 

 "Sure," said Jan with a laugh and pointing her thumb 
over her shoulder toward the bar. "And you can always 
try your luck again on Battleship Row." 

"Here she is now," said Ruth, looking over Dana's 
shoulder toward the door. 

Dana turned and saw a very prim looking woman in a 
tweed jacket and striped neck tie. She had black hair 
pulled back into a tight bun and wore big, round, 
black-framed glasses. She walked directly toward their 
table as if it were a well-established custom. She 
kissed Ruth and whispered a greeting before sitting 
down beside her opposite Dana and continued whispering 
to Ruth something about working late and traffic. 

"Hey, Poindexter. Nice tie," said Jan with a laugh. 

"A pleasure, as always, to see you again, Jan." said 
the woman in a very dry tone as she coldly regarded 
her agitator. 

"I'd like you to meet our new friend, Dana," 
interjected Ruth. "Dana, this is my partner, Beth." 
Beth rose from her chair, reached over the table and 
firmly shook Dana's hand. Ruth patted Beth on the lap 
and said, "Dana's a NEW girl and is anxious to meet 
somebody." 

Before Beth could respond, Jan blurted out, "Ruthie 
says you could exert your bean-counter charm to hook 
her up with Angel." 

Ignoring the sarcastic jab, Beth looked at Dana in 
astonishment and said, "Angel? Well, you certainly 
don't piddle around. That's a pretty fast start for a 
beginner. Are you sure you know what you're in for?" 

"Like my mom always said, 'If you're going to try 
something for the first time, try the very best'," 
replied Dana. She did not want to break protocol but 
she was on a mission. 

"Can you help her," asked Ruth sweetly? 

"Oooo... kaaaay," said Beth slowly as she scanned the 
room. Something caught her eye by the doorway and she 
got up, walked over to a stack of papers in a rack. 
She picked one up, folded it and stuffed it under her 
arm as if she was embarrassed to be seen with it. At 
the table she opened it up keeping it close to her lap 
and out of sight. Dana read 'Rocky Mountain Oyster' on 
the paper's masthead and assumed it to be some kind of 
underground ad periodical. Rifling through the paper 
Beth came across something and pulled out a section 
and placed it on the table. She took a pen from her 
jacket and wrote something on an ad at the bottom of 
the page and then slid it toward Dana. 

The ad had a picture of a beautiful woman with a 
finger pressed to her pursed lips and it said 'Elite 
Escorts, In-call, Out-call, Discrete' and a telephone 
number. Beth had circled the number and wrote "C.J." 
beside it. "If you're sure you can handle this, call 
that number and ask for C.J." said Beth in a very 
serious tone. "But you talk ONLY to C.J. and you don't 
discuss anything with anybody else, alright?" 

"Alright," replied Dana. She did not understand the 
grave warning but she would comply. Ruth smiled at her 
as if proud of her partner's prowess. Jan stared at 
her in gaping envy. 

For nearly an hour Dana sat and chatted with her new 
friends. She bought a round. After a while the fact 
that they were all drawn to this place by virtue of 
their sexuality was forgotten and they became just 
four ladies sharing a drink and some laughs. At 9:30 
Dana excused herself with a promise of dropping in 
again the next time she was in town. 

When Dana got back to her motel room she could not 
contain her anticipation. She locked the door, tossed 
aside her purse, grabbed the phone and quickly dialed 
the number in the ad. The phone rang and rang and then 
suddenly a woman's voice answered, "Elite Escorts." 

"Hi, may I speak to C.J., please," asked Dana? 

"Just a minute," came the reply. Next came some funky 
jazz as she was put on hold. Doubt and fear started to 
creep over Dana but her excitement had built up too 
much momentum for her to stop. Minutes passed and then 
a raspy female voice abruptly interjected, "This is 
C.J." 

"Hello, I was told by a friend that you could help 
connect me with... Angel. Are you the one I should be 
talking to," Dana asked? She hoped this is how it was 
done. 

There was a bit of a pause and then C.J. said, "Oh, 
hi! It's so good to hear from you. Hey, I'm about to 
go on break, can you give me your number and I'll call 
you right back?" 

Dana complied but was a little confused about C.J.'s 
response. She hung up and then sat down and waited for 
C.J.'s call. It came back several minutes later, "This 
is C.J. Sorry about that but if they found out I was 
doing a business on the side they'd fire me. You're 
looking for Angel, right," said C.J.? Dana could hear 
what sounded like traffic in the background and knew 
C.J. must be out on some pay phone. 

"Yes. Some friends told me she was the best and that's 
just what I want," said Dana, trying to sound as moxie 
as she could. 

"She sure is. She sure is... But that kind of talent 
doesn't come without a price," said C.J. as she paused 
to take a drag on her cigarette. "I get a 20 dollar 
introduction fee up front and then you negotiate with 
Angel for whatever services you want on top of that. 
She doesn't do guys, she doesn't do S and M, and she 
can take care of herself so don't try any rough stuff. 
If this is some kind of party or your husband wants to 
watch, the charge is double. If you try to short her 
or harm one hair on her head, some boys of mine 'll 
come down on you. She's gonna check if you're a cop 
and NO PICTURES, alright? 'You got a place?" 

"Yeah, I've got a room and I'm alone. Listen, I'm 
legitimate and sincere but I'm kind of pressed for 
time, do you think I could meet her tonight or maybe 
tomorrow night," asked Dana, C.J.'s warning was very 
frightening however, she was feeling proud of her 
courage and savvy? 

"Well, tonight's probably too late, she's already 
out," replied C.J., raising her voice to talk over the 
noise. "I could leave her a message to call you when 
she checks in. You got a name, sweetie?" 

"Have her call Dana at this number," said Dana. 

"Dana... I sure will. She'll be giving you a call 
tonight," said C.J. "Have a good time, sweetie." 

"Thank you. I will," said Dana and then hung up. She 
was very pleased with herself. She thought that this 
would all work out better than she had planned. 

Dana lay down on the bed and waited, listening to the 
radio, visualizing in her mind how all of this would 
play out. An hour passed. Her nervousness transformed 
itself into anxious anticipation. Two hours more 
passed. Dana slowly began to dose off and then the 
phone rang, startling her back into nervous 
apprehension. What should she do? What should she say? 
How should she treat this? "Hello," she spoke into the 
receiver, hoping it was the right tone of voice. 

"Hello," said a cool, smooth feminine voice, "May I 
speak to Dana, please?" 

"This is Dana," she replied, still trying to wrestle 
her nervousness. 

"This is Angel, a friend asked me to give you a call," 
said the voice with no trace of presumption. 

"I talked to C.J... She said we might... um... arrange 
a meeting. Uh... get together and... well, you know, 
a... a date, I... I guess," Dana was clueless as to 
how to propose sex, over the phone to a complete 
stranger. The woman's patient silence only made it 
worse. 

"Relax, honey," Angel's voice mercifully cooed, "I 
know why you called. Everything is going to be 
alright. No one is going to get hurt. No one is going 
to do anything they don't want to do. No one is going 
to get in trouble or be embarrassed. Angel's going to 
take real good care of you. We're going to make 
friends and then maybe have some fun, OK?" 

That was just right. Angel's words were soothing and 
reaffirming to Dana. This was not that bad. Just an 
understanding companion on the other end of a phone 
line. "Thank you. Yeah, let's have some... fun," Dana 
responded gratefully. "C.J. told me to ask you if you 
have tomorrow night free. Can I see you tomorrow 
night?" 

"Oh, I'm sorry. Tomorrow is out for me, I have a 
dinner date with some old friends." said Angel with a 
tinge of sympathy in her voice. 

Dana was crestfallen. After all her hard work and the 
emotional rollercoaster she really wanted this meeting 
to work. "This is my first time, I wanted it to be 
special," she said, unable to hide her disappointment. 

"Have you tried the clubs," Angel suggested? "There's 
usually a lot of action at the clubs." 

"Yeah, I tried a couple of places. I'm from out of 
town and I won't be here for long. I had to work so 
hard to arrange... I was hoping to find somebody 
who... who could appreciate my... special... 
condition." This was a terrible disappointment to 
Dana. Getting together with Angel seemed like the 
perfect solution and it was all crumbling apart. She 
felt like crying. 

"It's OK, talk to me, honey. Let's see if I can help. 
Maybe I can set you up with someone else. Maybe we can 
schedule another time. Condition you say," Angel asked 
earnestly? "What condition? Tell me all about it. 
Don't be afraid, I've done just about everything." 

Angel was being very considerate and compassionate, 
'She might as well know' Dana thought. "I'm what's 
called a hermaphrodite. It's a condition where..." 
Dana started, as hopelessness was quickly replacing 
apprehension. 

Angel quickly gasped out loud, "Pseudo or True 
hermaphrodite!?!" 

"Uh, Pseudo. But I...," started Dana again. 

"Hyperplasia or Turner syndrome," Angel quickly 
injected!?. 

"Hyperplasia. Ambiguous genitalia, a masculinized 
clitoris with hypospadias, to be exact. How did you 
know so much about intersexuality," asked Dana with 
newfound wonder about who she was talking to and the 
nature of big city lesbian culture? 

"I've been looking for someone like you," came Angel's 
awestruck reply after a respectful pause. "You're 
priceless... Yes, I'll meet you. Whenever - where ever 
you'd like." 

Dana was bowled over. With a mere mention of her 
condition the highly sought-after Angel was now at her 
disposal and eager to meet her. "If you're sure it's 
no trouble. I don't want to spoil your plans," offered 
Dana. 

"No. It's alright. They'll understand. We'll need a 
time and a place to meet. Where are you staying," 
Angel insisted? 

"A motel. I'm on the west side at Highway 6 and 
Wadsworth Boulevard," responded Dana, "Do you know 
where that is?" 

"Sure, exactly. Listen, there's a diner right at the 
corner, I can meet you outside in the parking lot," 
Angel said, speaking very carefully, "It'll be real 
easy. What I usually do is stand in the open so you 
can drive by and see if I'm what you want and verify 
that I'm alone. I'll be in a white VW so you'll know 
it's me. What time would you like to meet?" 

"That sounds fine," said Dana, "How about 8 o'clock?" 

"Perfect. Now, you stay out of those clubs and don't 
go making plans with some other girl," said Angel in a 
light-hearted encouraging manner, "Tomorrow night you 
belong to Angel." 

"Great," exclaimed Dana, giddy with excitement! "Thank 
you so much for seeing me, and also for being so 
understanding. I hope you'll like me." Completely 
forgetting that she had come to town to please 
herself, Dana deferred to her new-found paramour. 

"Don't worry about me, I'm going to like you just 
fine," admonished Angel, "Tomorrow night is going to 
be about you. Get some sleep and I'll see you at 
eight." 

"OK. Good night and thanks again," signed off Dana. 

"Good night, honey," replied Angel. 

When Dana hung up the phone she leapt up to the middle 
of the floor and danced with happiness. This was 
better than she had planned. Somebody out there, a 
vivacious, desirable love-goddess wanted her; not in 
spite of what she was but because of what she was. She 
playfully got undressed and ready for bed; too excited 
to sleep, she laid awake another hour as delightful 
thoughts about herself whirled in her head. She 
eventually slept the sleep of the truly contented. 

Continued in part 2...

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