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DO NOT READ THIS UNLESS YOU ARE AT LEAST 21 YEARS OF AGE Copyright c 1998 By Dana Girard ALL Rights Reserved This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit. This story may be freely distributed for personal use with this notice attached. WARNING: DO NOT READ THIS STORY UNLESS YOU'RE INTO SOME, IF NOT ALL OF THE FOLLOWING TOPICS: CHEATING WIVES, DOMINANT WOMEN, SLEAZY WOMEN, HUMILAITION, FORCED EMASCULATION, HEAVY MAKE-UP, TIGHT CLOTHES, AND LONG FINGERNAILS. "PLEASE NIKKI" by Dana Girard "Please Nikki, at least put on different pants, a pair of jeans or something," says Terry as he and Nikki are sitting in the Terminal, awaiting the call for final boarding. Terrance Johnson and his wife Nicole are on their way to a family wedding in Pittsburg. Nikki looks outrageously sexy, even by her standards. Her pants could best be described as eye popping. They're made of a black, wet look, vinyl material, and are so tight they fit like a second skin, clinging in all the right places. Daring, adjustable laces run up the front, back, and sides, show off bare skin from the hips, all the way down to the ankle, where the stirrup style bottoms pour into a pair of black, patent leather, opened toe pumps, with platforms and six inch heels. Nikki's large breasts are on full display in a plunging vinyl bustier that matches the pants, and short bolero style motorcycle jacket. The bustier exposes just enough of her bare, slim waist, to highlight the gold navel ring, and chain that runs enticingly down inside the pants. With her heavy make-up and wild, teased hair, Terry thought that she looked like a chick from a heavy metal video, he'd recently seen on MTV. He wondered if she had dressed like this deliberately, to embarrass him, especially in light of the fact, that his family was picking them up from the Airport. Nikki stubs out her cigarette as the 'last call' announcement is heard, "we've been through this shit a hundred times. The way I dress is my own business, a personal choice. Understand? Or do you want to sit here and argue while our plane takes off without us?" * * * "Right this way ladies," says the stewardess. Nikki giggles at her mistaking Terry for a woman which has been happening lately with greater and greater frequency. She had been taking steps over the last several months to soften and feminize her little hubby, and the results are becoming noticeable. They had just recently returned from a vacation in Ft. Lauderdale, where she used her persuasive personality to finally get Terry into full drag. The many adventures they shared as two single girls, are still fresh in her mind. Terry doesn't even hear the stewardess as he appears to be in another world, starring over at two large black men stretched out in first class. "Oh my God ... Nikki ... Nikki ... do you know who that was," blurted an excited Terry while grabbing his wife's arm. "I don't know, who?" "Moses Guthry and Luther Thomas, that's who. Only the two greatest football players on the planet." "Oh wow, call the paramedics, I'm having a heart attack," says Nikki dripping with sarcasm. After they settled into their seats, a large man, who turns out to be Luther Thomas' bodyguard, approaches their aisle. "Mr. Guthry and Mr. Thomas would like to invite you to fly with them up in first class," says the huge bear of a man. "Really, ... Oh my God ... Yes ... Great," said Terry standing up and gathering his carry on bag, not realizing for a moment that the invitation was not directed his way. "Excuse me miss, but I was talking to that sweet thing next to you," the bodyguard says to a very embarrassed Terry. Nikki wastes little time making a beeline towards the front of the plane, while every male in sight strains his neck to get a better look at the vinyl clad vixen. Terry's a bit worried, seeing that these two have reputations as notorious ladies men from the tabloids. They've been known to favor blonde white woman, having been linked recently to the likes of Heather Anderson and Pamela Locklear, just to name a few. An hour into the flight, Terry decides to go and visit his wife, hoping to get some autographs. He is immediately stopped by the bodyguard, who is blocking the entrance door to first class. He informs Terry that the two players have purchased all the seats in first class and want privacy. "Too many autograph hounds, you dig?" says the huge black man with arms like tree trunks. Normally the two multi-millionaires don't fly commercial, but it seems they missed the team's morning charter, and this was the best they could do. "Late night with the ladies, you know how it be," said the bodyguard while Terry thinks he hears a commotion behind the door. "What's happening up there." "Nunna yo business, 'holmes'. The brothers just be partyin, that's all. You know, maybe scorin a little bootie. Why don't you just chill, and put yo behind back in yo own seat." Terry wonder's what the man meant by the term 'bootie' as he heads back down the aisle. Must be some new kind of dance or rap song or something. Terry spends the rest of the flight sleeping or looking out the window. When his putrid, little, over microwaved, dinner arrives, he wonders what his wife must be eating up in first class. If he only knew! After touch down, as he disembarks from the plane, he meets up with Nikki who's having a little trouble adjusting the laces on her vinyl pants. Her long fingernails keep getting in the way, and she eventually asks Terry for assistance. Terry, too fixated on the presence of the two sports heroes, doesn't even notice how worn out, and disheveled Nikki looks. She takes out her purse to "fix her face" and hair. As a dark red lipstick twirls into view, she says to Terry, "I just love this color. Isn't this the shade you wore Wednesday night, on your date with Antonio?" That comment generated some strange looks from Moses and Luther, while making Terry wish he could crawl under the seat and die. Nikki hugged and kissed her two new friends, a little too amorously for Terry's liking, before exiting the plane. They had given her autographed pictures, that Terry eagerly snatched from her as they walked towards the concourse. Moses' read, "YOU CAN FLY MY FRIENDLY SKIES ANYTIME, LOVE MOSES. While Luther's read, "NIKKI, WELCOME TO THE MILE HIGH CLUB, L.T.(LOVE POTION #99)." "Interesting," Terry thought, "#99? Oh, that must be a reference to his uniform number. What is the Mile High Club? Possibly something to do with the city of Denver, or maybe their football team." * * * They're greeted by Terry's mother, father, one of his brothers, Don, who's the best man for his brother Tim, and Suzanne, who's Don's wife and Maid of Honor for Tim's fianc? Carol. After the 'hi's and how you doings', the whole family is speechless, trying to decide what's more shocking, Terrence's strange new appearance, or Nikki's sleazy look and outrageous attire. Suzanne, who's known as the "flashy" girl of the family, was wearing a short skirt and heels, but appeared positively frumpy next to Nikki. She finally broke the ice, "I love your outfit Nicole, you look ... uh ... incredible." "Thanks Suzanne, you look very nice yourself. That's a hot skirt, and I love the shoes. By the way, call me Nikki, everybody does." "Terrence, you look so thin, all skin and bones. Is this girl feeding you?" said Mrs. Johnson, as she squeezed the cheek of her 'little boy'. "And your face, it looks different ... must be the beard ... you shaved it off. I think I like you better with a beard." "Oh my god, what happened to your eyes, they're green!", says the mother in shock, at the colored contacts Nikki purchased for her reluctant spouse. "Hey Terror, we gotta get rollin," said Don, "Tim's party starts in less than an hour." 'Terror' was the family nickname for Terrence, stemming from his highly aggressive behavior and competitive disposition. "Hey Nikki, why don't you come to Carol's bachelorette party with us tonight. It's going to be a blast. We're all going to a club to see the Buff Boys ... um ... male dancers," Suzanne said, with a little embarrassment in the presence of her in-laws. "You're not offended by that sort of thing are you?" "Me? You've got to be kidding. I'm right at home at a strip club. Just give me a fist full of dollar bills and a few well hung studs, and I'll take care of the rest. By the time the night's over, I'll even bet you, that I'll have more money than when I started." Mrs. Johnson, one of the world's biggest prudes, almost faints on the spot! * * * "So Terror, what's with the wife? Looks like she did a complete 180 on you. Can't believe its the same girl." Don asked Terry on the ride to the party. "What do you mean?" "I mean, take the way she looks for one thing. I'll admit, Suzanne's no 'plain Jane', but for Pete's sake, I wouldn't even let her out of the house in that get-up Nicole's got on." "I know, and we argue about it a lot ... um ... but what can I do?" Terry responds meekly. "You can put your foot down, show her who's boss." "I ... uh ... guess" Terry answers awkwardly. "And the way she was talking man ... whew! ... looks like you got your hands full with that one. But enough about your wife, what about you man? What the hell happened to you? I don't know how else to say this, but ... you look like some kind of friggin pansy. What's going on?" "What'a you talking about Don?" says Terry feigning ignorance. "Look at yourself little brother. Earrings? In both ears? A sissy blond hairdo? Are those girls clothes you've got on? Colored contact lenses? What the fuck happened man? Look at how you're sitting, you got your legs crossed like a fuckin girl." Terry stutters through a very long and vague explanation about getting laid off, and needing a new look for a job he's close to landing. "We'll talk about this later bro, right now its party time," Don says as they pull into valet parking at an upscale, high-rise hotel. Don had reserved two adjoining rooms for the party, and had them well stocked with food and booze. Adult videos were being viewed on three different televisions by the boisterous and horny bunch of young guys, as Don and Terry joined the party. His other two brothers, as well as some of his old friends, expressed the same concerns Don had. Some in attendance even teased and ridiculed him over his new look. Terry was having a lousy time and kind of just hung out by himself in one corner of the room. Things changed however when the 'girls' arrived. Don had hired three hookers to come and entertain the boys. The tough and garish looking girls, started out with your typical strip tease, and then advanced to a lesbian show, that whipped the crowd into a frenzy. Something about good looking girls getting it on that drives most men crazy. Next, they had the groom, along with the rest of the wedding party, sit up front in straight back chairs. Tim was handcuffed to the chair, and was given the 'business' by the girls. Nothing too outrageous, just unbuttoning his shirt, pulling down his pants, sitting on his lap, that sort of thing. When one of the girls starting rubbing his crotch, however, Tim, as well as Don, let them know they were going a little too far. After releasing the groom to be, the girls asked, "who's next?" "Yo Roxy, let's do this sweet little thing," said one of the girls who was dressed as a dominatrix, in a black merry widow and thigh high boots. Before Terry knew what hit him, two of the girls had sneaked up on him from behind, and handcuffed his wrists behind the back of the chair. They were so quick and efficient, that it was obvious they've done this many times before. Terry was extremely uncomfortable and literally begged them to stop, as one of the girls struggled with the tiny buttons of his shirt. "Relax darlin, we won't bite you. At least not hard enough to leave any scars," one of them teased as everyone in attendance hooted and howled. "Well lookie here, I think this stud is really a philly," she said while pointing out Terry's plump, hairless chest, with the girlish tan lines. Shame started to overcome Terry, and he felt tears beginning to well up, as two of them started to tug at his jeans. "How cute, designer jeans." "Must be a FERMANI GIRL." "Oh how precious," one of them exclaimed as the jeans were finally pulled past his hips, revealing his pink lace panties to everyone in the room. A that point, Terry's brothers had seen enough, and all three of them came to their little brother's rescue, while he began to shed tears of shame. He was released from the cuffs, and taken outside for some air by his oldest brother Craig. Terry was still quite shaken, "Please Craig, I can't take any more of this, take me back to Mom and Dad's ... please." The whole humiliating ordeal with the hookers was bad enough, but something else concerned Terry even more. Inexplicably, he had become sexually excited during the incident, and even now sported a little 'stiffy'! * * * "Here you go Terrence, this warm milk will make you feel a whole lot better," his mother says soothingly. For the next several hours Terry has a long heart to heart talk with his parents about everything going on in his life. He talks about the confused feelings, self doubt, and lack of confidence. His parents are stunned to learn that he was fired from his job. Their Terrence was always the best at anything he tried; top of the class academically all the way through school, all star and captain of the team, in all the sports he played, etc. He tried his best to explain his appearance, which his old fashioned, small town, parents, found utterly appalling. Their previously manly son wearing girls underwear? Pierced Ears? A blond permanent? Eyebrows that would look right at home on the cover of a ladies fashion magazine? Even his walk, mannerisms, and speech were somehow changed. They couldn't get over the softness and pitch of his voice, and what almost could be described as a lisp. When they were alone in the kitchen his father had said to his mother, "he sashays around like a limp wristed fairy." Terrence hadn't realized how even more feminine his actions had become, as a result of the previous week he spent as a woman in Ft. Lauderdale. All of these changes appeared much more dramatic to his parents, while they occurred slowly and gradually for Terrence, allowing for adjustments. The blood pressure medicine, itching, the cosmetics industry, were all used by Terrence as excuses, but were viewed by his parents with skepticism. There was something wrong with their boy ... his personality ... his character. Terrence's spirit appeared to be broken, and his ego in a shambles. "It's that shameless hussy you married, she's got to be behind this all somehow," said his mother. "She's no good for you. I knew she was trouble from the day I met her." "Oh no mom, don't blame Nikki. She's helped me through a lot of my problems. I don't know what I would have done without her." Just then Suzanne and Erin, Craig's wife, entered the house. They had just put Carol, the bride to be, to bed, back at her apartment. Carol had too much to drink and had thrown up all over Erin's car. It was after 1:00 A.M., and Terry's wife was not with them. Erin, a real straight laced, religious type, was dead set against the bachelorette party, and it took a lot of arm twisting just to get her to attend. Vehemently against alcohol, she was incensed that Carol had gotten so drunk, and to top it off, vomited in her car. Naturally, she and Nikki didn't hit it off too well. She was taken aback by Nikki's style of dress and behavior, and was quite horrified with her conduct at the club. "Where's my wife?" asked an alarmed Terrence. "Your wife ... um ... oh yeah ... um Nikki's ... uh," Suzanne stammered, trying to cover for Nikki. Erin saw no such allegiance to her brazen sister in law, and proceeded to coldly describe in detail, what Nikki had done all evening and where she probably was now. * * * Nikki was greeted warmly, to her face, by the group of girls who had gathered at the 'ladies only' club for the party. Behind her back however, there were raised eyebrows, hushed conversations, and whispers. Words like bimbo, slut, whore, sleaze, were exchanged by the mostly clean cut, 'home town' type of girls. It didn't take them long to discover just how accurate first impressions can really be. Nikki drank like a fish, before jostling her way to the front of the stage, for the first show of the night. She went absolutely wild as the well muscled and oiled dancers performed the typical bumps and grinds, to the thumping disco beat. In a matter of minutes, she was pulled up on stage by one of the dancers, and was soon 'dirty dancing' her way from one guy to another. Her movements were incredibly erotic, and at times, she even simulated sex acts, to the shrieks and hollers of the audience. With her racy look and bold moves, many in attendance assumed she was part of the show. "Go on girl! Take em! Do it! Go for it!" could be heard from the crowd, when at one point, Nikki was on her knees, with her mouth open, and hands clutching at the sequined G-string of one of the dancers. Between sets she was drinking, carousing, and flirting with several of the Buff Boys. One in particular, the star of the show, known as Hondo, seemed to be really hot for her, even inviting her back stage, where as a rule, women were not allowed. After the last show of the night, around 11:30 P.M., Nikki finally showed up, in the small back room reserved for Carol's party. She was arm in arm with Hondo, introducing him to the girls. "Well guys it's been real, but its past my bedtime. And oh, Suzanne honey, if you don't mind, I've found my own ride home," Nikki said while nuzzling close to the tall, chiseled hunk. * * * " ... and the last we saw of her, she was on her way to the parking lot with him," said Erin. "I'm only saying this because I love you, and would hate to see you get hurt. That woman's no good, Terrence ... no good. You should run away from her as fast as you can." Terry tries to defend Nikki, saying she just likes to have a good time, and there must be some logical explanation. Nikki was still the talk of the house, when the brothers returned from their party, at around 3:00 A.M. A half hour later they had decided to go out and look for her. As Terrence's father was starting up his pick-up truck, a red Corvette pulled into the driveway. A quick kiss for the driver, and Nikki was headed up the walk towards the house. "Where've you been young lady, we've all been worried sick," said Mr. Johnson sternly. "Out," she responded shortly. "Is Terry still up?" "Yes, Terrence is still awake, and I think you owe him an explanation." "What I owe or don't owe my husband is none of your concern. Its a private matter between Terry and I. Now if you'll excuse me." Things turn ugly as Nikki reacts angrily to the prying questions of Terry's family. Terry meekly sits by, and says nothing, as the heated argument intensifies. "Are you just going to sit there and allow them to talk to me that way," she says to Terry, "don't you have enough balls to stand up to them for once." She then storms up to their guest room, violently slamming the door behind her. Terry follows her up, nervous at the impending confrontation. " ... they do have a point though, what were you doing out with a stripper until all hours of the night," said Terry after things had calmed down a bit. "It was a bachelorette party, for God's sake. The one time, when even married people can let their hair down, and have a little fun. I'm not even going to ask what went on at the bachelor party." Terry then described his disastrous experiences at the bachelor party, much to the amusement of Nikki. "Aw poor baby, did those mean ladies mistreat my little sissy," she says in a little girls voice. "Come here, Nikki 'll make things all better." Terry tries to reassert himself, and again asks her what she was doing out so late, and why she couldn't even call. "I didn't fuck him if that's what you're worried about. Even though who could blame me with what I get from you, and that pathetic little thing between your legs," she says while placing her hand on his crotch. Nikki was quite surprised at feeling a growing erection, quickly putting two and two together. "Oh now I understand. I've always suspected the thought of me with other guys turns you on. Now you've confirmed it for me." "What!" he squawks, while Nikki, who appears to be deep in thought ignores him. With a look on her face that told Terry he was in for trouble she said, "Hmmmmmmm, maybe we'll just have to make this fantasy of yours a reality." "What?" says Terry in shock. "Oh hush up, and get on your back," says Nikki removing her pants, "I've got a job for my little "douche boy" and his talented tongue." Terrance always wondered what she meant by the term "douche boy". * * * Nikki decided that she would never last an entire week at the Johnson house. She was already calling the airport to confirm a return flight, as Terry begged her to stay. "Please Nikki, I can't go to the wedding without my wife. What will all my friends and the rest of the family say." A compromise was reached, where Nikki would stay at a friend's apartment in downtown Pittsburgh for the week, returning Friday night for the rehearsal dinner. She made several secretive phone calls, before asking Terry to carry her things downstairs. Everyone, including Terry, was surprised when a large black stretch limousine, arrived in front of the Johnson residence. A uniformed driver then loaded Nikki's bags into the trunk. "She's taking a limo like that, all the way to Pittsburgh? That's got to cost a fortune," said Erin. "Well Terry, have a nice time this week, I know I will," Nikki says. "Who exactly are you staying with dear?" Terry asks. "Just an old friend," she responds in a tone that let's Terry know the discussion is over. "Oh, I almost forgot, here's a little spending money for the week. Ta Ta everyone." His family couldn't believe that Terrence, with a Masters Degree in Finance, allowed his hairdresser wife to dole him out an allowance. * * * Terrence spent most of the day Sunday, out on the back porch in a lounge chair, relaxing and reading a book. Suzanne was a frequent visitor to the porch, since the Johnson's would not allow her to smoke in their house. Everyone was quite amazed, when Terrence bummed a cigarette off of her. The health nut, Mr. Fitness, was actually smoking! They were even more flabbergasted when they saw how he smoked. He manipulated the thin woman's cigarette, with naturally feminine gestures. The cigarette was held with a limp wrist bent backward and his palm thrust forward. "This is too much," sighed Mr. Johnson to his wife. They received yet another jolt, when Terry removed his socks in the heat of the sun, to reveal ten perfectly pedicured toes polished a vivid red. "My God Terrence, your toenails are polished. What's happening to my baby," said Mrs. Johnson near tears. Terry can't believe they overlooked the toenails yesterday at the salon. They were in such a hurry to catch their flight that it must have slipped his mind. With great embarrassment, especially in light of the incident last night, he tried to explain, "oh that ... um ... Nikki ... uh she was fooling around ... um while I was asleep on the beach. I ... um guess, I had forgotten about it." * * * "It's like Ruth Turner's son, when he joined that cult, it was like he was an entirely different person," said Mrs. Johnson to her husband, while they were alone in the kitchen. "Yeah, I remember that, the boy seems O.K. now, I saw him just last week." "I know, Ruth told me it was like he had been brainwashed or something. It took months of therapy to reprogram him." Right then and there, they decide, with the rest of the family's help, that they'll use this week to open Terrence's eyes. Remind him of they way things used to be. * * * "That's it Terrence, much better. With the earrings out those holes will close up in no time ... won't even know they were ever there," said Mrs. Johnson to her son. Their plan to 'de-feminize' Terrence was in full swing. He had been taken to a barber to have his haircut. While still somewhat longish, it had been cut and styled in a masculine fashion. With the earrings removed, Terrence was starting to look like his old self. They had also convinced him to grow his beard back, in a further effort to erase any outward signs of femininity. He had gone with his brothers to a men's store in a shopping mall. With his tiny allowance and lack of credit cards, they chipped in to by him several new outfits, consisting of rugged looking clothes, like flannel shirts, loose fitting blue jeans, and big black work boots. They not only attacked his outside, but worked on the inside as well. They heaped on the praise, trying to boost his confidence, and told stories about all his past glories. His brothers spoke nothing but macho guy talk around him, with a lot of swearing and locker room type banter. Craig took him to the old gym where Terrence had spent countless hours working out with heavy weights, building and sculpting an impressive physique. Terrence enjoyed his time at the gym. The foul stench and dingy surroundings brought back many fond memories. He was however, a little disturbed that he could only lift a fraction of the weight he used to. Thursday afternoon, he participated in a game of rough touch football with his brothers and some of the old guys from the neighborhood. Just being with the guys again, sweaty, dirty, with sore muscles and various bumps and bruises, made Terrence feel like a man again. He could almost feel the testosterone coursing through his veins. His parents were delighted to see a glint of that macho swagger in his eyes again. * * * "Hey Terror, you ready yet," Don yelled up the stairs. "Almost bro, give me a few more minutes." Terry was getting ready to go out with his brothers to a bar to watch Thursday night football. He recalled the good old days of Monday night football with the guys, gorging themselves on pizza and beer, at a local club. "Erin, could you turn up the TV, my favorite show's on, HARD EDITION," said Suzanne to her sister in-law who happened to have the remote control. "How can you stand that tabloid garbage, nothing but schlock about so and so sleeping with so and so. It's shows like this that are eating away at the moral fiber of our country." "Oh lighten up, its harmless fun," said Suzanne as she intently watched the previews of tonight's show. The lead story spoke of trouble in paradise, for football great Luther Thomas and MONTGOMERY PLACE star Heather Anderson. They promise exclusive photos of Luther's new mystery woman, after the commercials. "That girl looks just like Nikki," says Suzanne as pictures of the big black football player ducking into a limo, with a striking looking blond, are shown. "Looks like? That is Nicole! I'd recognize that whore anywhere," exclaimed Erin. "We've got to tell Terrence." "You'll do no such thing," states Mrs. Johnson. "My boy is just starting to feel like himself again, I don't want anything to upset him." "Good night guys, have a great time," said Mrs. Johnson, as her men piled out the door. * * * DAY #14 - FRIDAY Nikki arrives home late on Friday afternoon, in what appears to be the same limousine she had left in Sunday morning. She's surprised to see Terry, sporting his new, actually old, look, but says nothing. She silently vows to get to the bottom of it later. "So Nicole, how was Pittsburgh?" asked Erin with a raised eyebrow. "Meet anyone interesting while you were there?" Mrs. Johnson elbowed her in side, admonishing her to shut her mouth, "we all got off on a bad foot last time Nicole, can we start over." "Absolutely," Nikki responded warmly to her mother in-law, "after all, we're family." * * * "I hope you plan on shaving that disgusting little adolescent scruff off your chin, before we go out tonight." Nikki and Terry were in the bedroom getting ready for the wedding rehearsal, and dinner to follow. "You know, I'm a little tired of your bossy attitude. Trying to tell me how I should look, and act. Making me feel worthless and weak. It's going to stop right here and now. Understand?" "Oh yes master, anything you say," Nikki says, doing her best Barbara Eden impersonation. "Hey, I'm dead serious here. I will not be walked on anymore, like a door mat." Nikki, not at all happy about what his family had obviously attempted to accomplish, while she was gone, resolved to let him vent a little steam. She had her ways to deal with him, later. He then fell back into his old ways, criticizing her skirt length, the height of her heels, how much make-up she wore, etc. "I will not be embarrassed, yet again, by a wife who insists on dressing like a call girl." She simply ignores him, taking what appears to be a new pair of earrings from an expensive looking jewelry box. She puts a large diamond encrusted earring with the initials "LT" in her left ear, and a matching "99" in the right. * * * The wedding rehearsal was conducted in a small church, a few minutes from the Johnson house. Nikki sat in the back, bored out of her mind, while the wedding party was up on the alter, receiving instructions from a priest. "Hubba Hubba! Check out that blonde in the last row." "What'd you say Chas," said Terry's brother Don. "The chick over there, in the LBD, what a fuckin knockout." "Cool your jets Chas, that's my brother Terrence's wife. Don't even think about it," Don responded forcefully. Charles 'Chas' Bennington, a college buddy of Tim's, had driven up from Ohio, for the weekend, to be in the wedding. Chas was wealthy (his father owned the Bennington Construction Co.) and good looking, with quite a reputation as a ladies man. Tales of his conquests are legendary among Tim and his friends. "You're kidding? She looks like a friggin model. How the hell did little Terrence cop a babe like that." * * * The rehearsal dinner, paid for by the Johnson's, was held in a private room, at a quaint little bar and grille. While everyone was mingling back in the room, Terry, Nikki, and Suzanne were sitting at the bar. Nikki and Suzanne wanted to smoke, and of course, Mrs. Johnson had reserved a non-smoking room. Suzanne seemed interested, in what she described, as Nikki and Terry's unorthodox relationship. Nikki is more than obliging. With a few stiff drinks in her, she rambles on and on, even addressing intimate details of their marriage. After a while, Terry was getting very uncomfortable, and tried to hush his boisterous mate, but to no avail. Suzanne was absolutely fascinated by a situation where the normal male and female roles seem to have been reversed. "... fascinating. It's obvious who wears the pants in your house, and judging by what I heard from the bachelor party, I already know who wears the panties." Both women burst into laughter. "You know what Suzanne, I really like you. Its a shame we don't live closer, I think we could become really good friends." "As far as my Terry wearing panties, you don't even know the half of it." Becoming more inebriated by the minute, Nikki starts telling Suzanne about the Ft. Lauderdale trip. Terry simply cringes. "... you should have seen him, he couldn't get enough of the clothes, the make-up. He absolutely loved being a girl, didn't you sweetheart." Terry just shook his head from side to side and rolled his eyes, as Nikki continued, "we spent countless hours dolling him up at a salon, and shopping for sexy clothes, and accessories. He looked gorgeous. Nobody could possibly tell he wasn't born a female. We went everywhere as two women, and get this, even double dated with a couple of cute guys we met." Terry had enough. After begging Suzanne not to tell any of this to his brother, he dejectedly headed towards the back room, to be with the rest of the party. Almost simultaneously, Chas enters the bar and sits down in the seat Terry has just vacated. * * * Several times during dinner, Terry notices Nikki making eye contact with a gentleman across the room. After dinner everyone gets up from their seats and socializes, as the bride and groom pass out their gifts to the wedding party. Later on, Terry's brother Craig pulls him aside, "hey man, I just came back from the john up front. Your wife's out there alone at the bar with Tim's friend Chas. The dude's a real shark, if you know what I mean. I know you trust her and all, but if I was you, I'd keep an eye on things." Just then, Terry got pulled into a long 'old times' bull session with his brother and a couple of old friends, completely losing all track of time. Before he knew it, everyone was leaving, and Nikki was nowhere in sight. She must still be at the bar, he thought. Everyone sort of gathered out in the parking lot as Mr. Johnson invited everyone back to his house. Terry notices a small crowd gathered around a fancy looking red car. Turns out to be Chas' new Lamborghini Diablo, and Terry, a former car freak, walks over to check it out. He gets quite a surprise when his wife is sitting in the passenger seat next to Chas! "I'm getting a ride back with Chas, Terry. I've always wanted to ride in a car like this, so sleek and sexy," says Nikki while running her long red nails across the rich leather interior. "Kind'a turns me on." Chas then powers out of the parking lot, before Terry can say a word. * * * Nikki and Chas arrive back at the Johnson's two and a half hours later! Nikki's make-up and hair are flawless, as if she had just got done fixing them. Not wanting to spoil the occasion, a seething Terry held in his anger until everyone left, and he and Nikki were alone in the bedroom. The showdown lived up to its billing, as both of them staked their positions, and fought furiously. On one side, Terry attacked Nikki's out of control flirtations and sleazy look and attitude. Nikki countered with her 'I'm just having some harmless fun' and 'you're too boring' defenses. It took a little time, but eventually things quieted down, as Nikki gets the upper hand. Soon she is kissing and licking his earlobes, while whispering wicked thoughts. "What if we did get it on, you'd like that wouldn't you? A real man, with a real cock, sticking it in me real deep." Terry is starting to get that dizzy, excited feeling inside. His face begins to feel like its burning, as delicious feelings of humiliation and submission overwhelm him. Nikki reaches into on of her bags and retrieves the big black dildo, "Didn't think I brought it with me, did you?" "You can't have that in this house, if my moth......." "Shsssss, just lay back and get your tongue ready." Nikki quickly strips out of her dress and lowers her pussy to Terry's waiting mouth. Initially Terry has trouble parting her labia, as the pubic hair seams unusually sticky and matted, but soon breaks through, and begins to work his magic on her clitoris. Through months of practice, Terry had become quite an accomplished cunt lapper. After wave upon wave of multiple orgasms, Nikki dismounts his face, and to Terry's shock straps on the dildo! "BBBBBBut ... I thought ...." "Not so fast lover boy, tonight, I'm going to wear it." She then sits upon his chest dangling the huge phallus, with the realistic looking dangling balls, right in his face. She playfully smacks the dick back and forth across his face, stopping to rub the tip across his lips. Terry is incredibly humiliated but unbelievably exited. The urge to submit and degrade himself, is too intense, and he soon finds himself licking and sucking the huge cock and balls, to Nikki's instructions. Changing positions, Terry is now on his knees serving the symbol of male sexuality, as Nikki stands triumphantly, teasing him unmercifully, especially reminding him of his dates in Ft. Lauderdale. "Look at Mr. Macho man now, doesn't look so tough to me," she chides, while wishing his family could see him now. "Who the hell did they think they were fuckin with anyway?" * * * After last night, Terry is much more docile and compliant. He acquiesces, with barely a whimper, to her demand for a clean shaven face. As they prepare for the wedding, she styles his hair, which upon closer inspection, was not cut as short as she had feared. With her curling iron, some back combing, and sculpting gel, Nikki was able to create a very cute, feminine hairstyle for her husband. All five holes in his ears displayed earrings again, including a pair of gold hoops, larger than any he had worn before as a man. "Let me look at you," she says grabbing Terry's shoulders and pulling him close, "you'll be the handsomest guy in the wedding." She kisses him on both cheeks, leaving two large red lip imprints, which she apparently wipes off with her fingers. What she really did, was blend and spread the color evenly, over his high cheek bones, making it appear that he was wearing blusher. After applying another coat of lipstick, she kissed Terry full on the lips, in a very strange way. He felt as if she was trying to swallow his whole mouth. She then wiped the excess lipstick from outside the boundaries of his lip line. Terry now had perfectly shaped, shocking red lips, to go along with his blushing cheeks! A few accidental sprays, had Terry reeking of expensive French perfume. The seductive scent was strong, and so ultra feminine, it couldn't possibly be mistaken for a man's cologne. Kept from seeing himself in the mirror, Terry has no idea why his family greets him with bewildered looks as he descends the stairs. Nikki glares over at them with a look of triumph, as if to say, "see, there's nothing you can do to stop me, Terri's mine!" As if that wasn't enough, she had on the gold lame dress, she had worn last week to the Drag Ball. Mrs. Johnson almost had heart failure at the sight of Nikki's revealing dress, with the deeply plunging neckline and back. She couldn't recall, even on TV or in the movies, ever seeing a dress where the crack of the butt cheeks was exposed! * * * During the wedding, Nikki shamelessly flirts and dances with Chas Bennington, completely ignoring her husband. It was like she was rubbing it in the face of his family, flaunting her control over their meek little son. Even with ample chiding from his father and brothers, Terry does nothing to reign in his wild, intractable wife. Chas' date for the evening, had left the wedding in tears, as she was dropped like a hot potato, in favor of the blonde temptress. When Terry's brothers could stand no more, they confronted Chas and Nikki. A very unfortunate situation developed, with Don and Chas having to be physically restrained, their argument nearly coming to blows. Nikki then left the wedding for good roaring out of the parking lot with Chas in the Lamborghini. That night at the Johnson's, amidst a constant barrage of advice from his well meaning family, Terry receives a call from Nikki. She says there is no way she'll step foot in his parent's house again. She was spending the night at a hotel near the airport, and would meet Terry on the plane tomorrow. * * * As Terry says good bye to his parents, they give him one last piece of guidance, "please Terrence, contact a lawyer when you get back. You've got to make a clean brake, start a new life. In fact, I'm sure your mother can speak to Father Robertson about getting you an annulment through the church." Terry is very quiet and contemplative on the flight home. Much had happened to him these last two weeks, and he was anxious for the normalcy of home. Try as he might, he just couldn't stay mad at Nikki. She had some type of hold on him that he found inexplicable. She was sweet and loving on the entire flight home, giving Terry her undivided attention. Noticing how envious some of the men on the plane appeared, when they saw this gorgeous girl, kissing and cuddling with him, gets Terrence thinking. He was lucky to have such a beautiful, not to mention successful, wife. He could over look her little idiosyncrasies, couldn't he? Comments: [email protected] Want to read more of Terry and Nikki's adventures? Read "PARTY GIRLS" by Dana Girard, available from Reluctant Press