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Barbara
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The soft warmth of her lover's breathing fell across Barbara's face. The aroma
was a pleasant mixture of his own musky breath and the scent of her lipstick
still smudged in a crimson slash across his open mouth.
She stirred from a peaceful sleep to find him pressed firmly against her back, his
strong legs encircling her slender body, his hand laying gently on her lower
belly. She smiled as she tried to move without disturbing him; she concluded
that would be a difficult effort when she discovered his long, thick penis was
still inside her.
She rested quietly for a while, recalling all that had led up to this special
encounter. There would be time enough to move and break the spell, time
enough to repair the damage that a night of intense lovemaking had inflicted on
her makeup, hair and clothes.
As soon as the invitation had arrived for the Halloween costume party, Darren
knew that he would attend and that he would go dressed as a woman. This had
to be the night that he would openly declare both his transvestism and his
bisexuality. These drives had become more and more a part of his every waking
moment. He needed to get them out in the open where others could see who and
what he truly was. He knew there was a big risk, for every one person that
accepted him, there would undoubtedly be five - or ten - who would turn their
back.
He had to chance it - for his own sanity and self esteem. It would not be easy.
After all, he had kept the fact quite well hidden for the first 40 years of his life.
He was no longer a young and dashing man; his body had lost some of its
hardness and flexibility, his face was more wrinkled than it would have been
had he chosen this path a decade or two ago. But he knew from his guarded,
private moments in front of a mirror that he could become a very attractive,
extremely sensual woman if given enough time, makeup and exciting clothes.
He also knew that he wanted to go to the party with Mark - he didn't want go
alone and no one else attracted him the way Mark did. The idea presented all
sorts of problems. While the two men worked together and had socialized often
in the past, there was nothing in the relationship to indicate that Mark thought of
him as anything more than a drinking buddy.
He knew it wouldn't be hard to get Mark to agree to go. The party was being
given by a woman who Mark found to be very attractive. He would be happy to
go anywhere Connie Armstrong was going to be.
Darren shared Mark's interest in Connie but for a different reason. Mark found
her enticing but unattainable; Darren just loved the way she dressed and carried
herself. Connie was a tall blond for whom the adjective "cool" was invented.
Her detractors would call her imperious; her worshippers would use the same
word but would shiver in hidden delight at the excitement in that description.
Darren loved her sense of style and tried to copy it in his own private efforts at
feminization. Connie wore clothes that commanded, "Look at me! Now!" Her
choice of fabrics and colors accentuated that approach; shiny patent leathers,
shimmering satins, glowing lam?s, liquid vinyls. There were long coats that
floated magnificently in the breeze or wrapped tightly around her body; skirts
clinging to her hips that were either excitingly short or intriguingly long with
buttons or slits that opened to show fabulous lengths of thighs; shoes and boots
that stacked her menacingly on high heeled pinnacles.
In fact, many of the women's clothes Darren had secretly purchased for himself
over the last two years had been inspired by pieces in Connie's own wardrobe -
a black patent mini-skirt, a thigh high boots, shiny vinyl coats in black, white
and gold. He was thrilled that he would soon get a chance to wear some of these
things in public.
As expected, Mark eagerly agreed to go when Darren mentioned the invitation.
The two of them talked briefly about what kind of costume they were going to
wear. Then Darren quickly ended the discussion by declaring that he knew what
he was going to wear and Mark was on his own as far as his choice of costume.
Darren didn't want to give away what he had planned for the evening. It was
going to be hard enough to spring this on Mark without giving him a chance to
think about it and get cold feet.
In advance of the party, Mark was busy making sure he had all of the makeup,
jewelry and accessories necessary for his first appearance. After his third
consecutive trip to the makeup counter at Walgreen's, he finally realized the
cashier knew what he was up to even if he was willing to think she didn't.
"I think you'll like the way this eye-liner works," said the young, blond cashier
as she put the last of his purchases in a bag. He looked at her in astonishment
but realized quickly that she was neither teasing or chiding him, simply making a
statement.
"Thanks," he smiled and walked out the door. The idea that he could be doing
this and nobody was trying to make him feel guilty was a revelation. He felt far
more free than ever before.
By the day of the event he had everything in place. Earlier that morning he had
received a call from Mark saying he had found the right costume. He was going
as a Roman gladiator.
"What are you going to be wearing, Darren?" Mark had been trying to get a
preview of his friends costume for the past three days.
"It's still a secret, my friend. Just be assured that it will be an appropriate
challenge to your macho gladiator persona," Darren laughed. As he hung up, he
thought about Mark dressed as an ancient warrior and he was surprised at how
that vision stirred his interest.
By mid afternoon he was ready to begin his transformation process. He had
been through this many times before but it was never done for the critical
audience that he would be facing tonight - especially Mark.
He ran the water in the tub and soaked for nearly an hour. His thoughts were
peaceful and erotic as he soaped his body and shaved his legs and scrotum and
then trimmed around his penis, leaving a heart shaped patch of pubic hair. Then
he removed all of the growth under his arms. When done, he towelled himself
dry and found his body was satiny smooth. The patch of silky dark hair between
his legs was like an ominous target. He reached down behind his legs and pulled
his penis back through his legs, the effect in the mirror was very feminine.
Where once his male appendage protruded there now was the appearance of a
female vagina.
He thought about what it would be like to have a functioning feminine anatomy
but he knew that wasn't his driving interest. He wanted to continue to be what
he was, a man who gloried in being feminine in appearance and composure but
who knew from his own experience what men wanted from sex and whose
personal passion was driven by his own male lust.
When Darren began putting on the first piece of lingerie, his feminine nature
came to the fore. As he reached behind his back to fasten the strapless brassiere
close against his body, he was no longer Darren. When the soft, shiny fabric of
the matching black panties slid across bare thighs, Barbara Satin had taken
control. It was a transformation that had occlude countless times yet never
ceased to amaze him.
Barbara stood in front of the bathroom mirror and began the long process of
making up her face. She knew she was no raving beauty - her nose was too
large and her chin too subdued. But the colorful magic of base, powder, blush,
liner, shadow and lipstick all combined to turn her into a sensuous woman who
could turn eyes and excite pulses.
Finished with the makeup, she slipped on a medium length wig, brown with
subtle red tones and soft bangs and waves. She always avoided looking at
herself critically until she had brushed and shaped her hair. Then she would step
back and survey the effect.
It was always a revealing moment. Darren often wondered why he was
captivated and tormented by this desire to dress and act like a woman. It was a
question Barbara never asked. She would survey herself in the mirror and know
exactly why this compulsion was such a driving force in her life. Barbara loved
herself as a woman and knew there was nothing else that would satisfy her life.
Tonight was little different than the other times. Standing in front of the
reflective surface, Barbara studied the lovely form that peered back at her in satin
bra and panties. She could feel herself becoming aroused by the vision of herself
in the mirror and the thought that tonight that image would be part of the real
world for the first time.
Glancing at the clock, Barbara realized she had to hurry, Mark would be there in
less than 30 minutes.
She took off her panties and sat on the bed, rolled up her stockings and pulled
them on her long legs. Tonight she was wearing a special style of black hosiery.
It was a panty hose without the panty. Instead the two stockings were connected
by garterlike strips of lace to an elasticized band of the same lace that fit around
her waist. The effect was like wearing a garter belt without having the bulge of
the garter nubbins.
In place of the panties, Barbara pulled on a tight vinyl gaff which clasped her
penis and testicles into tight restraint against her body. It gave her a feminine
shape while hiding the exciting secret of her maleness behind the gaff's shiny
black shield.
Next she stepped into her black shoes; the narrow heels were 4 inches high and
the shoes were secured by leather straps that wrapped around her ankle. Barbara
had just bought the footwear. She was used to wearing 3 inch heels and knew
that the extra height of these shoes would be a challenge. But once she looked in
the mirror and saw what the shoes did to her legs, she knew she just had to wear
them for her coming out appearance.
Barbara was proud of her long, shapely legs. She loved to exhibit them any
chance she got. Her favorite fashions were those that spotlighted her legs or
gave people unexpected glimpses of flashing ankles, calves and thighs.
Tonight she was going to wear a short black satin gown that featured a puff skirt
and a single shoulder strap. The dress was dramatically tight around the waist
and showed Barbara's slim figure to its best advantage.
After she zippered the gown closed, she turned to catch her reflection in the
looking glass. The image took her breath away. She had seen herself dressed
and made up in the height of feminine glamour many times before, but it always
had the same devastating effect on her. She could feel herself grow weak in the
legs and savored the tingling sensation that gripped her groin. It was an
overwhelming experience to look into the mirror and see the lovely essence that
shone back at her, all soft and satin, ready for love.
Her meditation on her femininity was broken by the sound of the buzzer. Mark
was here to pick her up and she was scared to death about how he would react to
her.
She moved to the door, cautiously at first but then more assertively as she felt
the reassuring rustle of her satin lingerie against the skirt of her gown. She
paused and slowly opened the door and then stood back so that Mark could see
all of her.
"Hi, Mark", she whispered in a soft alto whisper. "You're right on time, come
on inside while I finish getting ready."
"Wow!" That was the only word Mark said for the first few minutes after
stepping into the room and getting a good look at Barbara.
"That is you. isn't it, Darren?" Mark found it difficult to get the words out of
his mouth. He felt foolish asking the question, but he found it hard to believe
that this sensuous woman in front of him was his best buddy.
"Well, actually, Mark, it isn't Darren anymore. When I'm dressed like this, I'm
Barbara Satin and Darren doesn't exist anymore." She turned slowly to give her
date a chance to see Barbara Satin fully.
He didn't say anything for the longest time. He just stared at the lovely creature
in front of him and from the look in his eyes, Barbara could see that he enjoyed
the view. He slowly stepped past the doorway. His gladiator costume was quite
realistic and Barbara was surprised at how thrilled she was at seeing how the
tight leather straps of the costume accentuated Mark's muscular build. She had
seen his physique numerous times under different circumstances but the impact
on her tonight was quite extraordinary. She was feeling a strange new emotion
that seemed to make her knees weak.
She smiled at Mark and walked ahead of him into the room. She could feel his
eyes piercing her body as she paraded in front of him.
"You look so much like a woman, I just can't believe it." Barbara could sense
the wonderment and questions crashing around in Mark's mind.
"This is a special night for me, Mark." Barbara stepped close to her friend and
took his hands, her red fingernails a colorful contrast to his own dark skin. She
looked him in the eyes and smiled. "I want you to understand what this is all
about." She led him to the couch and sat next to him, her eyes looked directly
into his.
"This isn't the first time I have dressed like a woman. I look good because I
have practised this many times before. But always by myself. I'm a transvestite
- you know, someone who gets great pleasure by dressing in the clothes of the
opposite sex. That's me. My greatest thrill is to transform myself from Darren to
Barbara." She paused not knowing whether to stop or continue, she decided she
had to go on.
"But there's more, Mark. I also think I am bisexual. Not homosexual, but
bisexual. I want to make love to women and men. But I am bisexual in a rather
unusual way; I would only be able to make love to a man if I were dressed like
this. In other words, I need to be Barbara Satin in order to make it with a guy.
"Tonight is my coming out party. Nobody else knows about Barbara except you
- for now. But tonight I intend to let Barbara go public. I want to let people
know about her and what she means to me. I am tired of hiding this from
everybody."
During her explanation, Mark kept looking at her. She couldn't tell whether he
was accepting what she said or just what his reaction would be. She lowered her
eyes and waited for the dreadful silence to be broken. Her hands were in her lap,
her fingers laced together in excited anticipation. Still there was no comment,
Mark just stared at her.
Finally he spoke. "I'm not sure I understand any of this. But if this is what
makes you happy then I can accept it. But you have to understand that it is a big
shock to me to see you like this. You aren't the same person I know. You look
and act like a woman and I just don't understand why you want to do this." He
stopped and put out his hand to Barbara. "You are still my friend and if this is
what you want then this is what you'll have."
Barbara reached forward and hugged him. She wanted to cry with happiness but
fought hard not to - she was not eager to have to redo her makeup. She kissed
him lightly on the cheek and laughed softly when he quickly pulled his face
away in confusion.
She stood up and went to the mirror to finish brushing her hair. Satisfied that
she looked as good as she felt, Barbara turned to Mark. "Do you think I look
okay?"
His response came slowly, deliberately. "You look beautiful." He stood up and
moved toward her. Barbara knew she had to break the mood, it was too intense.
"We should get going to the party. Would you help me with my coat?" She
motioned to a shiny gold garment hanging on the back of the hallway door. He
reached for the coat and held it for her as she stepped in front of him.
"You're even wearing perfume, aren't you? What kind?" Mark asked.
"It's called 'Obsession', isn't it sexy?" Barbara turned to face him, a smile on
her lips. She pressed the back of her wrist gently against his upper lip so he
could enjoy a stronger scent. Mark reached out and grasped her hand tightly, his
fingers wrapping around her wrist.
She looked into his eyes and could sense his perplexed frustration. This
shouldn't be happening and he shouldn't be enjoying it as much as he was.
Barbara extended her middle finger and touched the edge of his mouth, she
circled his lips with her long nailed digit and then stopped suddenly. Without a
word, just a soft smile, she drove her finger into the wetness of his mouth, then
pulled it out and slowly inserted it again.
His reflex was perfect; rather than pulling away, his lips closed tightly around
her finger and instinctively began to suck its length as Barbara plunged in and
out of his mouth. Suddenly she stopped and looked directly into Mark's eyes.
"It can get even better, lover, " said Barbara softly. She quickly took her finger
from between his lips and ran the wet length of it down the front of his face,
leaving a trail of moisture against the warmth of his skin.
Barbara turned to put her hands into the sleeves of the gold vinyl coat; Mark
quickly recovered his composure and lifted the garment across her shoulders.
Barbara picked up her purse and strode to the door.
In the car, Barbara could sense Mark's eyes on her body. She looked at him
and smiled. "You do enjoy this, don't you? You can't keep your eyes off
me...and I think that is just great."
She moved closer to him, her gold coat sliding across the leather seat and the
movement pushing up her skirt to reveal the black lace garters and the
contrasting milky white expanse of her thighs. She sat watching him, amused by
his confusion, aroused by his interest. She reached across his leg and ran her
hand across the front of his gladiator costume. His cock was hard as a rock. She
pressed her fingers tightly against the bulge and ran them slowly back and forth
against the length of his shaft. She could hear him suck in his breath as the
pressure of her hand began to have an unanticipated effect on his body.
"Please, stop it, Darr...I mean Barbara. I'm about to cum in my pants." Mark's
voice was strained and low, almost a whisper. Barbara looked at him and
laughed. "That's about the nicest thing you could ever say to me, Mark. Thank
you." She reached over and kissed his cheek and then moved back against the
door frame and sat quietly for the rest of the ride.
When they reached Connie Armstrong's house, Mark parked the car and then
moved quickly to open Barbara's car door. She put out her hand to let him help
her. He held her tightly, his large fingers encasing her small hand. As she
stepped from the car, she moved against him. She could feel his response. No
longer was it confusion, he knew full well what she was and how she was
affecting him.
Glancing around the grounds, Barbara saw the garden area, softly lit by dim
border lights and sheltered from view by a clump of trees. She reached out and
grabbed Mark by the hand and led him into the protected area.
"I can't wait, darling Mark," she murmured in his ear. Her hand dropped to the
front of his body and lightly touched his cock. "I want this, now, and I can feel
you want it, too." Her lips played with his ear, her tongue probed its inner
surface.
She moved toward him and pressed herself against his body. Her lips touched
his mouth and suddenly they were thrashing at each other. His arms encircled
her and pulled her heavily against his body.
Mark reached out and grasped her gold vinyl coat. He slowly ran his hands
down its slippery front, his fingers pressing on every curve of her body. Then
he drew it back and revealed her satin clad body, he dropped the coat to the
ground. Again he pulled her to him. This time more roughly, more demanding,
more assured of what he wanted.
Their lips and tongues battled each other, damp and wet. They pressed together
and then parted, needing air, and then they returned to the sensual war. Their
hands were feverishly exploring all parts of their bodies, caressing satin covered
buttocks, grasping at leather straps, stroking nylon stockinged legs, probing
cotton briefs. The frenzied grappling continued until their bodies were covered
with sweat and their faces were smeared with a mixture of saliva and lipstick.
Barbara pulled back from Mark and marvelled at the devastation they had
wreaked on each other. She ran her fingers through her hair, trying
unsuccessfully to restore it to its former glamour. Her hands ran across the
front of her dress as though trying to smooth out the satiny material. But instead
she reached behind and unzipped it, letting the garment slowly slide down her
body, revealing first the gleam of her black satin bra, then the dark shiny vinyl
gaff and finally the gartered ebony stockings. She tossed the dress aside with a
flick of her high-heeled foot and stood, arms akimbo, looking at the dazed
Mark.
She postured for him, turning slowly and provocatively to each side and then to
the rear, so he could see all of the feminine charms that were the essence of
Barbara Satin.
Swaying seductively she moved to him again. She reached out and caught the
belt at this waist and started to undo the fastening that held his rough textured
gladiator robe to his body. As she moved the tunic aside, Barbara slowly
dropped to her knees. It was though she was kneeling in adoration of some
sacred object; she reached out and took his hard penis tenderly in her fingers
She watched in fascination at the fleshy instrument in her hand. Gently her red-
tipped fingers curled around its thickened width. It was wonderful to feel it
respond to her touch, she could feel it grow and tighten as she moved it slowly
in her hand.
Barbara looked up at Mark and realized that he was in extreme discomfort. She
instinctively knew what the problem was; he loved what was happening to him
but he was still bothered by the fact of Barbara's identity. He knew he shouldn't
be feeling this passion with someone like Barbara. But he was truly beyond
caring, he only wanted to be loved and satisfied.
Barbara smiled softly at him and set about to make his dream come true. She
slowly lowered herself until she was kneeling in front of him. She licked the
edges of her mouth then shaped her lips until they formed a moist and gleaming
red hole. Gently she leaned forward and took his cock into her mouth.
Oh, how simple it was. Barbara had envisioned and fantasized this event for
years. Yet, now that it had happened, it was as natural to her as anything she
had done in her life. Her fear and guilt was replaced by the excitement of sexual
conquest.
She was poised with an attractive man's engorged shaft nestled between her
lips. The length of the penis was hard and swollen...and she was the cause of
that excitement. Her femininity had brought him to this edge and now she would
use her womanly charms to bring him over the brink.
Her tongue licked across the length of his penis until it reached the ridge at its
head. Circling the shiny, pale red protuberance, the probing tongue found the
opening to what Barbara thought of as the entrance to a man's masculinity. She
ran the tip of her tongue across the hole and found that it was already wet with a
salty solution of pre-cum.
Barbara continued to bathe the cock with warm saliva from her mouth, salving
the swollen organ with the soft caress of her tongue. She looked at Mark and
could see that he was no longer concerned about who was doing this to him, he
had fallen victim to his own lust and the exciting vision of feminine beauty that
Barbara had exposed him to. She smiled with inner wonderment at what she had
accomplished. Now she wanted to bring him satisfaction.
She gathered his penis into her throat, swallowing the long shaft until it was no
longer visible. She closed her mouth against the flesh of the cock and flicked her
tongue back and forth along its warm length.
She could feel him begin to climax, the cock became firmer and larger, almost
gagging Barbara before she moved to accommodate it at the back of her mouth.
She pressed her lips tightly against the side of his penis and moved slowly back
and forth in a long movements. Her teeth played lightly against the hardened
flesh of his organ as she continued to slowly suck his masculinity from his
body.
His breathing got shorter and more intense, his body stiffened and a low moan
began to rise from the back of his throat. Barbara increased her pressure and
intensified her motions. Then she felt him arch his back and the length of his
cock was pressed further into the recesses of her mouth.
He screamed in a mixture of pleasure and pain and Barbara felt his whole being
explode and a warm, salty balm filled her mouth and throat. She gulped and
strained to contain all of his sperm, the thick substance filling her mouth and
slowly oozing out at the corners of lips. Mark was in ecstasy and wanted to
enjoy every satisfying moment. He began to ram his cock in and out of
Barbara's mouth, the hard shaft, covered with oily cum, slid smoothly between
her red smeared lips. Now he was riding her body, almost like a spirited horse,
pushing and pulling his penis deep into her throat.
Barbara could feel the intensity of Mark's orgasm. He was fucking her mouth
and she was enjoying the furious action in a way she could never have
anticipated. For the first time, Barbara was gaining her own sexual release
without having to resort to self stimulation. As Mark sank to the ground,
exhausted from his sexual odyssey, Barbara could feel her own body gain its
release in a warm flow of seminal energy.
....and this was only the beginning of Barbara's first wonderful, mystical
weekend as a woman.
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