The Succubus Awakening
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AWAKENING
by Rachel Ann Cooper © 1997
"Marge, you sure look hot in that skirt and heels." "Like them?" "Oh yeah.
Never much cared for having to reach up to kiss you though." "Oh. Well,
we can fix that you know. Sit down and take your clothes off shortie. I'll be
right back." "Don't rub it in Marge." "Just do it OK?" "Alright I'm doing it.
Now what?" "Now, roll up these thigh high hose and pull them up your legs
carefully. Now the left. Nicely done. Now here, put these on." Marge,
these are your shoes. These are sexy, female spiked pumps, my favorites,
and...they...fit perfectly. Whoa! I don't understand." "I know dear. It's
because I know they are your favorites that I want YOU to have a pair and
wear them. Actually, I figured this day might come and I got you a pair in
your size. Those are yours to keep and judging by that bulge in your
trousers, I'd say you're getting a kick out of it. Come up here to my height
darling." "I don't know about this Marge."
"Well, I'm not getting any shorter and I love high heels, so you are just
going to have to come up or continue to be frustrated. Want to be equal or
not? Stand up." "Oh, all right but I'm going to feel silly and probably fall on
my face and as far as 'equal' goes, men have never been equal to women.
We just won't admit it." "I'm glad you realize that but no matter. I'll teach
you." "What, to actually walk in these things...like a girl?" "I'm always
going to be taller than you Wendall even though we are the same height in
bed. I'm dedicated to my pretty pumps, high heeled or not. I just like
classically pretty shoes, even flats. There's nothing else that can make a girl's
feet look so sexy and feminine. I don't mind if your feet are sexy."
"And, yes of course darling, I will teach you. We are both 5'6". If you
want to be equal to a woman who loves high heels you are going to have
learn to love high heels. Do I make my point?" "I think I just became a shoe
fetishist. Hey, I can actually stand! These aren't that bad and almost
comfortable." Of course, you can stand and walk too. Three inches isn't that
high. If you were a REAL shoe fetishist you'd be standing there in FIVE inch
heels. You'll learn to love them as much as I do. Short little steps, of course.
One foot in front of the other now. Come here wench and kiss me."
"Hey, cut that out Marge. It's just the shoes remember? I'm not a wench."
"Yes, and the hose and who's to say what comes next?. Let me run my hand
up your calf. Doesn't that feel divine?" "Oh, it does. Damn! You are really
getting my steam up." "Well here. How about getting mine up too. Put on
this full slip and let me run my hands all over that sexy body of yours and
take you to bed, hose, heels and all. How about it?" "Slip it to me Marge"
and it slithered down my body making me tingle all over never stopping at the
bumps I didn't have. I did manage to make a bit of a tent out of it though.
'Boy, here I stand in a slip and hose and heels and am I ever getting off.
*Boy, this is a strange but sensuous feeling. If I don't get her into bed I'm
going to have to head to the bathroom in a hurry.'*
Just then Marge began to stroke me and my nipples at the same time. I felt
lightheaded and she carried ME over to the bed where she very quickly
relieved my tension, too quickly. I was pitiful as a lover that night. I had no
idea she was that strong.
"Here Wendy, put on this robe and let's watch some TV." "Wendy?" "Here
put on this stretch satin brief." "OK, but you've made little Wendall
disappear!" "So?" "Leave on the slip or put on a nightie, leave on your hose
and heels and come down stairs, please." "Ok, since you said please."
Making love with Marge in hose and heels was a real trip. I had very mixed
feelings about all this but it felt so...naughty and wow, did I get off on it! I
chose a peignoir set. Boy, it felt good brushing against my nylons. *She
gets to feel like this all the time, I thought. It ain't fair. I'm really jealous!
Am I nuts?* I almost broke my neck going down the stairs. Thank
goodness for the railing. *Marge likes sexy shoes and I guess I was going to
have to like them too, on ME. Well, how bad could it be, after all?*
"Alright now that I've got you where you won't kill yourself. Let me show
you how to walk. She walked. I studied. I walked. She laughed. She
walked. I studied. I walked. She encouraged loosening up. " Let the hips
go. Move the pelvis side to side a little. Your spine is a pivot joint. Let it
pivot. One foot in front of the other. Slow and sexy. Better. Keep it up.
Think 'I'm a girl.' You are a girl in sexy high heels. Forget about Wendall.
You are Wendy.. Loosen up. Enjoy your femininity. You love high heels
and the way they make you feel so sexy. Now THAT's better. You want
men to bump into telephone poles watching your walk." "MEN? ME? I'm
not walking out of here in high heels. No way!" Marge ignored me.
"You are getting it Wendy honey. Just a few more passes for tonight. Very
good. Thata girl. I'm proud of you. Sit down here pet and let's pet." ( She
didn't have to ask me twice. I guess being the same size as your wife can
have advantages as well as disadvantages. Made me wonder about why she
would settle for a short guy though. The shoes fit perfectly and I couldn't
believe how comfortable they were. I had heard horror stories about high
heels. Rumors, I guess, probably designed to keep more men from finding
out how neat they made your feet look and feel and how sexy it felt to master
them. 3" isn't that uncomfortable. *Hmm! If I just lost about six inches in
the waist and had a couple C cups, we really would be the same size. You're
getting WAY ahead of yourself. Knock it off WENDY. Settle down.*)
"Marge?" "UM?" "Why didn't you ever tell me all this stuff felt so slinky?"
"To tell you the truth Wendy, it just never occurred to me. Girls just take it
for granted, but I can see that you really enjoy it so I'll let you know right
now that I don't mind you with sexy, feminine feet and I like you this way
and if the rest of it feels good too, do whatever you like. Experiment. Raid
my closet. Discover this side of you. We all have both sides. One is just
suppressed. Let Wendy loose if you want, makeup, hair, nails, pierced ears,
I don't really mind. I love you Wendy, whoever you turn out to be. It's the
person I love, not the trappings. Have I made myself clear? Grow boobs, I
don't care. Well, actually, THAT idea has a certain charming appeal to me
but it's your decision." "Wow, Marge. This is too much for me in one
evening. I'm taking my swivel hipped, high heeled, nylon encased body to
bed. See you in the morning sweetheart." "Goodnight Wendy. I love you."
'{You know, this whole thing just popped out of thin air but I can see him as
a girl and I really wouldn't mind. Boy am I weirding out or what?'}
Feeling under the covers, I found my sleeping princess still had her hose and
panty on under her night gown. All she shed was her heels. 'How cherubic
she would look with arched eyebrows and a little lipstick.'
"Marge, I think my ankles and calves are a little sore from last night." "Oh,
I'm sorry honey. We can get rid of that for you. They just need to be relaxed
and loosened up a little. Your hamstrings need to be tightened up a bit.
Remember that acupuncturist that I went to that cured my backaches? I'm
sure he can help. Let me call him." Marge went into the office to call him. I
guess she didn't have the number handy out here. "Mr. Yeung?" "Yes, this
sound like Mrs. Wallace. You have a good ear, Mr. Yeung. We have a little
problem that we are hoping you can help us with. My husband needs to be
able to point his foot more in line with his leg and is experiencing some pain
there from trying. "It sound like he want to wear high heeled shoe." "Uh,
yes, that's true. Also, you are aware of the Kama Sutra."
" Well, Mr. Wallace has decided that he would like to experience the
feminine side of his personality and also of his body. Is there anything you
can do to put him in a feminine frame of mind as well as stimulate his
mammary glands to the point of full maturity perhaps, say a C cup, very full,
ready for babies?" "A most unusual request Mrs. Wallace but yes, I can do
these things. His breasts will start to grow at once. I have brought many
women to lactation as well. After ten treatments, Mr. Wallace will no longer
identify as a male however and he will fully experience his femininity. His
bosom will be fully female at ten treatments and will continue to mature but
his maleness will be virtually gone in mind and body. If he wishes, I can
stimulate other areas like have his knees, buttocks and thighs fill in, his
muscle mass soften and diminish. He become very round all over." "Yes,
Mr. Yeung. He would love that experience." "Very well."
" However, there is a rather serious side effect of this therapy. His maleness
will atrophy completely. The therapy will stimulate him continually, even
when the needles are not inserted so, by the tenth treatment or even sooner,
you will want to be bringing him in dressed as a woman because he will have
difficulty being a male both mentally and physically. We will have to replace
his Yang with his Yin. His soul will have no appreciation for maleness
except that she will be attracted to it as are you. This could cause you some
difficulty in the future. Consider carefully." "We have Mr. Yeung. This is
what Wendall wants, to experience true femininity, the other half of his
psyche, then he can achieve the balance that he wishes." "Very well Mrs.
Bring him on Tuesday at 12 o'clock noon. First treatment will last two hour.
After that , one hour. Fee is $75. per hour. That alright?" "Yes. We will
see you then. Oh, Mr Yeung, no need to mention the breasts. He is sensitive
about wanting that." "Very good Mrs."
"Wendy? Would you let me give you a nice manicure tonight?" "Sure honey,
why not?" Marge began with a typical feminine pedicure complete with
polish. Uh huh. No complaints so far. "Those will look nice in my sandals
Marge." Next the hands. "Your nails are a little long for a boy, Wendy."
"Well, fix them for me please." "I certainly will." And I proceeded to shape
and file and push cuticles and apply hardener and base coat and top coat and
left them the same length. They were beautiful and clear shiny and absolutely
feminine. Finally, he looked at his new nails. "Oh, how pretty. Thank you
honey." That was it. Amazing!
The day and time arrived:
"Good afternoon Mr. Yeung. I understand you can relieve the tension in my
ankles and calves." "Oh yes, Mr. Wallace and we will make other necessary
adjustment to help you as well. Please, take off all clothing down to skin and
lay up on table. After we have needles all in place, I will cover you. This
will not hurt. Just relax."
Mr. Yeung then proceeded to place what seemed to be a thousand needles in
me. He began with my ankles and then worked up my legs stopping at the
knees, inner thighs and placed quite a few at my groin. Then he moved to
the hips, waist and lateral obliques, chest, deltoids and then began on my face
with a couple in my neck, then cheekbones and even my lips. He was right.
I felt nothing. I observed the needles quivering slightly but that was all. He
pulled a light sheet over me and suggested I rest. I was able to fall asleep for
about 45 minutes and awoke feeling very good.
"How do you feel now, Mr. Wallace?" "Very good, Mr. Yeung. Thank
you, and my ankles do indeed feel more relaxed." "Oh, you will see much
progress over next nine treatments, Mr. Wallace. You will be very pleased, I
think and therapy will continue even with needles not inserted. I have
evening appointments if that would be better." "How about 6PM?" "Fine. I
can see you on Fridays." "See you then Mr. Yeung."
"Boy Marge. That old man really knows his stuff. I really feel great and my
ankles and calves are much better." "Good honey, we'll test them when we
get home. Did you notice that your voice just cracked?" "Yes. Strange!"
"Somehow, I just knew you were going to say that."
It didn't start right away but after about four days, my skin began to itch all
over. My chest felt a little strange and my manhood had a certain tightness
about it I can't quite explain. Still, I felt quite well and at ease.
I also detected a slight mental shift. Perhaps a barrier coming down. I don't
know. I just felt less inhibited and more expressive all of a sudden.
"Wendy, you really need to get rid of that extra hair on your body, don't you
think?. Do you mind taking it off while you shower?" "I felt it through my
hose, too, Marge. Yes, I'll take care of it. I know it doesn't look right with
my pretty shoes." I looked in the mirror after getting out of the tub. Aside
from now being hairless all over, there was something else different. I didn't
realize what it was until I put on my peignoir. My nipples were on fire and
still my skin tingled all over at the same time. They longed for some cooling
saliva or an ice cube. Marge would help me out. Saliva would be more fun.
I got into my hose and heels and made an attempt at makeup. Why was I
putting on makeup? What in the world had possessed me to put on makeup?
This was just about getting used to high heels, wasn't it? Well, I didn't look
ridiculous and the urge was overwhelming, so I did it. I just needed more
practice and maybe these weren't the best colors for me. Marge would help
there too. *Now, why am I even considering asking for help with MY
makeup? I'm not supposed to wear makeup, am I? I guess if I'm going to
look like a girl at home for Marge, I may as well do my best at it. But it was
just about the SHOES Wendy! Remember?* Just then, this typical feminine
urge took hold of me and I began putting on makeup with as much skill as
my novice fingers would permit. And all this started with just being
frustrated about her height. Now I'm worried if I have the right shade of
lipstick on! Wow!
I walked, rather well and confidently this time, into the kitchen where Marge
was fixing us a snack, still in her spikes too and pretty dress with a frilly
apron on. "Hi Wendy. You're just in time. Sit and tell me how your heels
feel now." "You know, I hadn't even thought about that but look how
relaxed my foot is, just like your's honey. The heels are more comfortable
today too." "You're just getting used to them dear. The first time you get
whistled at, you'll get a real appreciation for what they do for a girl's legs."
"Oh, no Marge. You aren't getting me outside this house in heels. No way.
I told you before. And what do you mean, 'a GIRL's?" It didn't occur to me
how I'd have to be dressed to leave the house in heels either. I had naively
thought of myself leaving dressed in my usual slacks but with spikes on.
No, no! That was silly. Only a woman might be tempted to do that.
It was several weeks and two more treatments before, instead of the peignoir
set, Wendy came down dressed for the street with complete lingerie including
bra, garter belt and hose and my blue shirtwaist dress with navy blue patent
spikes. By this time, she was a master at walking with a sexy swing, sitting
and standing. She could even stoop over and pick up something off the floor
in that knee bend we use. Her deportment was becoming totally feminine and
her makeup was improving too. She was figuring out her coloring and
looked rather nice, becoming quite cute, actually. "Wendy, you look just
great. How do you feel?" "Well, except for my chest and my hips, I guess
I'm fine." "What's the matter with your chest?" "I guess it's a matter of
view point and I do mean point. Here, let me unbutton the top and show
you." "Honey, are those you?" "Yes, and they are soo hot. I hope you will
help cool them off for me in bed again tonight. What is this, some kind of
curse? 'He who dons the high heeled shoe will also possess a bosom too?"
"No darling. Mr. Yeung and I wanted you to be completely comfortable with
my little fetish for high heels so he is just helping you adjust. That's all.
You feel alright otherwise?" "Top o the world Ma! But don't you think I'm
acting awfully feminine all of a sudden? I mean, it was just about shoes,
now look at me!" "It must be your imagination honey. You're acting just fine
(for a girl). " Just keep up your sessions and very soon, you will feel totally
at ease. Trust me." "Oh, I'm really feeling wonderful Marge, and so
comfortable too. I just love this dress. It feels divine."
Wendall after week six:
'As I got out of the shower that night, I took a really close look at my body.
Pretty feet with toes in a misty mauve; thin ankles leading to nice calves and
smooth knees; thighs full to the top and close together, rubbing together
actually, hips full, waist narrow, bosom growing a centimeter and hour it
seemed like, soft, round shoulders, slender neck. My Adams apple was
almost gone and so was the face of Wendall, replaced by that of this cute,
attractive hybrid person Wendy. My lips were fuller and inviting especially
with lipstick and my cheekbones seemed higher and my nose a little smaller
and perfectly straight. Oh, my. You can't make people think this is a man.
How the hell did I get here and what's more, why am I enjoying it so much?
I don't even care about Wendall anymore except for Marge. Yes, and I
skipped over the worst part. Just look at those. It looks like I'm shrinking!
They're pitiful. I'm going to have to get a really nice, lifelike appliance for
poor Marge, one of those neat jelly ones."
Marge's reaction:
'I believe bringing Wendy up to my level may have started out a bit perverse
but I can see she is rounding out into her own person. Poor Wendall. It's a
good thing we own that citrus grove and lease two others. Nobody's going
to give him any crap or he can just fire them. The juice plant buys everything
we can produce so we will be alright as long as canker or the Med flies don't
hit us again. Well, just another four treatments and Wendall is history,
replaced by the lovely Wendy, who, by the way I really enjoy being with and
making love to. We need to take her shopping though. I'd like to wear out
my own clothes. Yes, it's time to take her out because she is having trouble
passing as Wendall already. I wonder how Mr. Yeung stimulated all that hair
growth and he seems to have a feminine voice and persona now. Wendy is
turned on all the time and who knows where Wendell is? I wonder what his
workers think?'
"Wendy?" "Let's go shopping tonight!" "You never call me Wendall any
more Marge." "I'm sorry honey. It's so hard to see a Wendall in you these
days. You are just too cute." "Thank you sweetie. Can I wear what I have
on?" "That will be fine honey. 15 minutes?" "OK" And so we hit the mall
for the suits and better blouses and a few shoes then went to the earring booth
and got a set of pretty studs put in her ears. Then we did Walmart for
cosmetics and some more pierced earrings for Wendy. Victoria'a Secret was
one place we both wanted to go and she, (my god she's in a full B cup and
just look at the size of those areola), chose some really slinky things, no
doubt to tease me with. 'Two can play that game sweetheart.'
I bought her a push up C cup because I knew she was still growing and
wondered if and when she would start leaking. Now THAT was going to be
fun and she would beg me to do it and it will be my pleasure to suckle her
dry. Then they will take on a mature appearance for sure. I wonder if
Wendall has even thought about trying to get back. I'll have to ask after Mr.
Yeung is done. Wendy seems to be in complete control already.
"Marge?" "Yes, honey?" "I've only got two more visits left. I'm having
trouble remembering what it was like being Wendall. And I'm LEAKING!
Can I put new washers in these or what do I do? What's happening to me?"
"Are you having an anxiety attack?" "No, it's just that I feel as though I
enjoy all this just as much as you do now. My body has done a 180* turn. I
couldn't convince my own mother I was Wendall with this body and my
mind, it's...I ...don't seem to have any control over these feelings of
femininity and femaleness any more and I've got this overwhelming desire to
suckle a baby." "I don't call you 'shortie' anymore do I?" "You can't. I'm
as tall and maybe even as pretty as you, so there" and I stuck my tongue out
at her in the childish gesture we used to do and giggled in my new voice.
"Spiteful little wench. I should take you to bed and spank you good." "Go
ahead. I've got a little surprise for you too." "Alright Wendy. Let's go.
You're still not as pretty as I am and you get spanked first, right after I help
you with your leakage problem." "Oh, hey, that should be fun! Go for it!"
"All right. Then it's my turn." "Oh, that really hurts." "I'm sorry. It was
just meant to sting a little." And so Marge helped Wendy with her leakage.
Not much came out at first on the first night but she switched back and forth
like a baby would do and Wendy just loved it and came to her first inner
climax without a boy thought in her pretty head.
"Now, what do you have for me? OH, WOW. That's so realistic." Yes my
little flower and you are going to love it. But first, this Ben Wa egg will
crawl right up inside you and drive you insane with pleasure. I'm jealous.
Here goes," and I popped it inside her and turned it on, lay back and
watched. She grabbed her breasts and began to moan. It did indeed drive
her wild as it worked it's way up her love canal and she loved it. Then 'Rod'
and I took over. That too was a climactic experience. As for me, well, I got
a very pleasant sensation in my groin when she nibbled on me and the nipple
erections were pretty raucaus but I no longer had a real place of release. I just
kind of dribbled from the soft little thing that used to be Wendall's pride and
joy. It was a little frustrating, more than a little, and I was concerned about
my leaking bosom. I was going to have to get a breast pump for work or I
was going to be uncomfortable all day until I could get home to Marge.
"Well, that's it Marge. The last session. Mr Yeung said I won't have any
more trouble no matter how high a heel I want to wear. Of course, for the
last three visits, I have been going instead of Wendall." "I know dear. You
are the picture of a refined young lady in smart clothing and sexy shoes.
Wendall has become a historical figure to be kept on the mantle in a frame, a
reminder of the bad old days before you discovered the joys of femininity.
Are you sorry?" "Sorry about being pretty and sexy and having you for my
lover? Not hardly. I do wonder about this all happening almost like magic
once I started those leg treatments though. I just kept feeling more and more
feminine every day and it felt wonderful."
"We should talk about the practical aspects of this though, Wendy. I know
what kind of a position you must be in right now. Your are in limbo. You
are enjoying your femininity tremendously but by now you must be having
really strong urges about really becoming female, perhaps even some
fantasies about cute guys? . I'm sure you miss your orgasms and your
organs, well...! Am I right?" "Well, yes, I really do and the thought has
crossed my mind but what about that whole transsexual thing where you have
to spend a year 'in grade' before surgery and what about my job?"I just don't
know about those things yet Wendy but we'll work them out."
(Ring) "Mr. Yeung?" "Yes, Mrs. Wallace?" "Does Wendy need any
hormone shots or anything like that." "Oh, no, Mrs. If you will look, you
will see that the jelly beans have retreated up into the body. They have
reverted to their original state as ovaries and are now making sufficient
estrogen for her. The next logical step would be penectomy and vaginoplasty
by a reputable surgeon." "I see Mr. Yeung. Thank you for such excellent
work. May I refer others to you?" "Certainly Mrs. We are here to serve.
Goodnight."
Well, Wendy didn't have to do anything about the payroll. Her employees
saw the changes and with one exception, wisely kept their peace. She
became friendly with a handsome young married fellow at work. He too was
on the small side for a man. Wendy said he seemed awfully docile, quiet and
submissive even, and wondered if his wife would like to send him to Mr.
Yeung for special treatments. Wendy did put two and two together and
figured out that it was definitely his 'relaxant' treatments that liberated him,
pardon me, HER but she was not upset. On the contrary, she loved the new
person she had become and truly enjoyed, reveled in her ultimate femininity.
"Wendy, that sounds like fun. Have you met his wife?" "No, but I think I
can arrange a double date for us." "Do that." And so I did and we had a
lovely evening with dinner and a movie. Brook, that's the nickname his wife
gave him, which is short for 'Brooklyn' where he was born, proved to be
everything Wendy described and his wife was definitely the dominant one in
their relationship. She treated him almost as if he was her wife.
We got back to their place and Gloria and I went into the kitchen and had a
little 'girl' talk. I laid it out for her and she was amazed that Wendy used to
be my husband. She LOVED the idea and called Mr. Yeung the next day
arranging for the complete treatment for Brook. He was even a more perfect
candidate than Wendall, being already so submissive. And he gave her no
trouble about the treatments although she did not reveal what they were for in
the beginning until his femininity began to overpower him. I'm afraid Gloria
took particular pleasure in telling him after the 5th treatment and he had begun
asking to wear girl's clothing that he was going to end up a girl and would
not be able to help himself. As usual, he submitted. Three weeks later, you
wouldn't have recognized him. He was becoming a very refined young lady.
Chinese medicine is very powerful stuff, obviously. 'She' was quite
attractive and still very submissive, just what Gloria wanted. They are
getting along better than ever. Mr. Yeung is very good. You should try him.
The end.
Makenna
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