You've got to push back

You lock away the part of yourself that's saying 'Just let it happen' and start concentrating on things Trish has done that tick you off to try to give yourself an edge. It's not easy - Trish has been very good to you in all sorts of ways, but you concentrate hard on the way she's always making decisions for you. What you should do with your family, what you should wear, what you should eat, how you should feel about being a girl.

Trish gets distracted trying to get the waiter's attention when he goes by, so she misses the grin that spreads across your face as you make a very important decision. That woman on the phone made you a girl, she set things in motion and got you pregnant too. But she can't control what you do now! You're no longer a man but you will choose what kind of woman you're going to be and damn it you're going to be a proud, independent woman. Not some victim, not Trish's dress up doll or second fiddle. No! You're going to grab life by the tits and twist. And as for Trish - you're going to prove to her that you're not just her partner, you're her equal.

You quietly slip off one of your heels and position your foot. Then you smile sweetly at Trish and ask her "What dishes would you recommend?" Okay, not as forceful as you planned, but you're working on it.

"Baby, I got this," she says, meeting your sweet smile with one of her own.

"I don't think so," you reply, raising your foot and sliding it up the inside of Trish's thigh till it bumps against her crotch. Her very... erect crotch. 'No', you say to yourself, 'now is not the time to get swept away by big dicks and heavy balls'.

"Babe, I..."

You cut her off by stroking your foot against her groin. Perhaps you succeeded better than you though possible, as Trish's lips snap shut. Then you remember - your girlfriend might not use it very much but she is equipped with a lovely little pussy. So hidden behind that sensitive cock is an even more sensitive clit. You grin as your big toe manages to grind against a sensitive spot.

"What are you doing?" she asks. She sounds a little surprised and, yessss a little embarrassed! Spurred on you rock your toe around, wiggling and shifting your whole foot to try and apply as much pleasure as possible.

You **** yourself to think of Trish as a girl, regardless of what your foot is rubbing and her history be damned. A girl would be embarrassed if she busted a nut in a restaurant. Even a big, tough girl like Trish. You sit there, calm as anything above the table while your right foot keeps up the ****. "Oh, I'm going to make you pop," you say like you're discussing the weather.

Her eyes go wide and she casts a glance toward the nearby tables. Of course no one heard what you said. Given the way you said it, even if someone did hear they don't believe their own ears. "Now, now. Wait a minute. You don't want to do that."

"Actually, what I want to do is check out the menu. But someone got in the way."

"You're not seriously going to..."

"Trish, look at me. I'm dead serious."

She leans back, taking her arms off the menu and pushing the top one toward you. Rather than take your foot away you simply stop rubbing. The menu feels like a trophy - pretty much the first thing you've got Trish to back down on. Unfortunately, she looks a little out of sorts. You try to get back on her good side by asking about her recommendations again. That helps a little, and the dishes she mentions do sound awfully good, but Trish seems a bit distant. It feels like a knot of doubt is growing in your chest, making it hard to breathe.

After the waiter takes your orders Trish gets up and tells you she "Won't be a minute" then beelines it for the bathrooms.

Even the thickest, most insensitive guy would probably realize something's wrong. You don't know if your new genitals are linked to greater empathy, but it looks like a total disaster. You get up and follow Trish to the washroom, arriving just in time to hear a stall door lock and a small sniffle. Fuck! You could barely deal with Trish when she was all manly and caring and pushy.