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Stealing Catherine 2: Closure
An ashamed look on his face as I stand looking down at his
naked form. He no longer remembers the events from moments
before. "You had better get dressed sweetheart, your father
will be home soon." I run my hands over my nylon encased
legs and smooth out my tights. He watches intently and I
know that he desperately wants to be me. I look for the
stones and cannot find them, only a small patch of dust
where they once sat only a second ago. It is done. At 48
years old, as Catherine Davis, wife and mother, I have a
lot of catching up to do.
I gave 'him' a smug little smile as I turned around and
strutted out of the bedroom. I felt alive and strong,
nothing could stop me. Each click of my heel reverberated
on the linoleum floor as I picked up my purse from the
countertop. Peering inside, I found the typical items.
Wallet, car keys, lip stick, tampons?.I held it up a
studied it for a moment and savored my new womanhood. I
found the tube of lipstick and proceeded to the bathroom. I
could hear him getting dressed slowly. Passing the doorway,
I could see him pulling on his boxers and I was transfixed
by the equipment dangling between his legs.
I moved quickly into the bathroom in discovering I was
staring at my son?s new package. That used to be me, I
thought. I turned to face the mirror and staring at me was
a beautiful woman. With every move, she moved. Her smile
was my smile. Holy shit, I?m a woman, let alone my own
mother. It began to sink in that I possessed the sacred
body of her. I used to imitate her as a child, but this
was something so bizarre and new that it took my breath
away as I traced my thin lips with color.
It was sudden as the mirror began to spiral and morph. A
nauseous wave came over me as I tried to steady myself
against the countertop. Oh Christ! It?s happening. I don?t
fucking believe it. The white-washed cabinets moved around
and darkened in tone. I could sense the change in time and
place as my world was reversed. Grabbing the counter, I
heaved myself up and looked around. What was once my
apartment bathroom had been transformed into that of old. I
glancing around, I knew this place. It was our old house.
My parent?s old master bath. It was when I faced the mirror
again that I lost my breath.
My hair had turned from platinum blonde to frosted
brunette. Longer and wavier. My smart little suit had been
replaced by a short black tee and black hose. Wrinkles were
less prominent. My lashes longer, my doe eyes peering
underneath bangs. My heart pounded and I knew where I was a
what I was doing. The door to my bedroom was closed as I
tiptoed into the room. A large king sized bed sat middle of
the room, and the dressers off to the left. Hanging from
the walk-in closet door, was hanging a garment covered in
opaque plastic. Ever so gently, I lifted the plastic to
discover a dark blue evening gown.
A lump in my throat let me know that this was what I was
going to wear that evening. On the bed sat a black satin
boustier shaper with attached panty. Turning around I had
forgotten the dress was strapless. Apparently I had been
getting ready for the night out when I heard the garage
door open. Peering out the window, I saw the car pull into
the driveway and immediately recognized it as my new
husband?s. I was giddy with excitement or maybe just
nervous. With my makeup apparently done, I pulled off the
black tee and picked up the shaper. Each silken leg passed
through openings as I wriggled myself into the constricting
device. I pulled each of my breasts upward and adjusted
them to each cup.
My pronounced hips were now accentuated by a hourglass
figure. My already small waist and butt scrunched inward to
produce a figure to die for. I found the matching satin
heels on my dresser and squeezed into each one. I felt so
delicate and feminine. It was then that the bedroom door
swung open to reveal my husband. His eyes widened at the
sight of me as he shut the door behind him. But it was the
sight of my 15 year old son behind him in the hallway, that
caught my eye. For a brief second he saw me in my lingerie.
For one second we stole a look at each other beyond the eye
of my partner. I knew why I had ended up at this very
moment, on this date 10 years ago. It was the day that I
knew I wanted to be her.
The door swung shut and he made his way over to me. I was
so small and dainty compared to his large frame. His hands
rested on my hips as his body closed on me.
?Hi sweetheart? he said.
I was almost at a loss for words when my instincts began to
happen. I smiled and hugged him around the waist and moved
closer to his face. The first thought was insanity, then
hesitation. Within a thought my conscious was replaced by
pure attraction. Her thoughts took over as my lips opened
to receive him. I was having to think of him not as a
father but now as a lover. It was electric as his lips met
mine. I found his tongue gently and embraced him tighter. I
was his wife. The bearer of his children. My muffled umph,
signaled the pleasure I felt.
?Hi dear? I said easing away after several moments of
awkwardness. ?I?ll be ready in a bit?
?Here let me zip you in.?
I gently removed the plastic wrapping and unzipped the back
of the gown as I pulled off the padded hanger. The weight
of the garment impressed me as I stared at the silver and
gold sequins placed around the entire piece. Each cup was
pointed slightly at the top and I realized why I was
wearing this boustier. The low cut of the dress was
prominent.
Turning away from him, I carefully stepped into the opening
with each heel and gathered up the waistline. My manicured
fingers reached deep into each satin lined sleeve. I could
feel him take the zipper from the top of my rear and slowly
close me shut. Sucking in, I felt more constricted than
before. I turned around to face the mirror and pointed my
left leg from beneath the long slit in the gown. I was
taken back by the image before me. The sequins sparkled
brightly as my nylon leg glimmered a bright sheen from the
last light peeking in the window of the day. I smiled at
him as I picked up each diamond earring and placed them
through pierced ears and noticed the bulge in his pants
that beckoned me. We were going to his Christmas party this
evening.
I remember lying in bed as my former self and hearing them
come home that night. The giggling, the moans, the cries of
ecstasy. Tonight I get my first taste at womanhood.
I grabbed the sequined clutch as we walked out of the room
and down the hall. I stopped at Brad?s room and knocked on
the door.
?I?ll be down in a sec,? I whispered to my husband as he
walked past me.
As the door opened I stood hands clasped at my waist. I
wanted him to see me dolled up like this. I wanted him to
feel such envy. I made my way past him as he turned to look
at me. I could tell his eyes were scanning my body. I knew
his heart was racing. I could see him stare at my legs for
a fraction of a second and I made it a point to bend over
and smooth out the hose encasing my lower body.
?How do I look dear??
?Just, just great mom.?
?Thanks honey, I feel so sucked in in this getup. You going
out tonight??
?Naw, I gonna stay home and draw.?
Yeah right, I thought to myself. He?s going straight for my
dresser after we pull out of the driveway.
?Well, okay Brad, there?s pizzas in route. And oh, by the
way Brad, stay out of my pantyhose tonight, I wouldn?t want
you to run them??
I shot him a strange little smirk as I made my way past him
and downstairs to the car. The look on his face was enough
to please me. Grabbing my fur coat, we made our way
outsides and stepped into the silver Jag. Learning how to
step into a low automobile in a long gown and heels is a
feat in itself. Placing my small purse in my lap I stared
out the window at my old subdivision. It had been several
years since I had last been here. I sat and thought about
the past couple of hours while on the way to the party. I
could never go back to being male again, I thought. I now
have this opportunity, this female body, to live out the
rest of my life. I wasn?t concerned that I was 38 years old
and losing 15 years of my life. I wanted her to know how I
felt. Now I would make it sink in. I was so excited to have
things that I never had. To be able to wear a bikini at the
pool, able to wear these beautiful clothes and never feel
ugly again, to have sex as a complete, biological woman.
?I want to go shopping tomorrow,? I said turning to him in
the car.
?What the heck for? Didn?t you just go shopping last
weekend??
?Yes, but honey? I smiled ?I just need a couple of things
and besides, I could?.? I said placing my fingers on his
shoulders, ?get something to wear in the bedroom.?
His grin widened as he turned to me. I knew how to push a
man?s buttons, coming from first hand experience. That was
the thing, I knew every way in how to please a male. I knew
the spots, what drove him nuts, how to act around him. I
could always be ready to go. I wouldn?t get a headache, I
wasn?t ever not in the mood. Or at least I thought I?d be
this way.
His hand slipped from the steering wheel and gently landed
on my thigh. I placed my left hand upon his and gripped it
softly. With a slow and deliberate movement, I opened my
thighs slightly and pulled back the length of the gown with
my right hand. His hand began to dig deeper and deeper into
my thighs. I could feel his fingers rub against the gusset
of my hose. Leaning back in the seat, I wanted him to go
deeper. Inching my legs wider, his hands began to caress my
nyloned crotch. With my head thrown back in the seat, I
could feel the tingling start. From deep within my vagina,
came the juices that signified my being turned on. I soon
found my panties drenched in moisture. His fingers swirling
around my sex begged to enter me. I moaned gently. God, I
want it so bad, I want him in me.
I gasped as I felt his hands enter the waistband of my
hose. His hands dug further down past my soaked underwear
and gently stroking my mound. Christ, this is happening. It
was then when I felt the first outside force, touch my
clit. Gently spreading my folds apart. My hands gripped the
door handles tight. A grin illuminating his face as he
drove with one hand and fingered me with the other.
Again I gasped greatly as his finger entered my sacred
hole, reaching upwards and inwards against the wall of my
canal. I wanted to cry out. His hand suddenly jerked away
leaving me starving for more as we approached the toll
booth. Quickly pulling myself together, we made it look as
if nothing had happened. I wanted it so bad. I wanted him
to park the car and just fuck the ever-living shit out of
me. I wanted him behind me, beneath me, on top of me.
I looked at him as we pulled away and could see his
beckoning rod at full attention within his slacks. I was so
turned on by the fact that his cock would be within me
soon, shooting me full of his manhood and stuffing me to
capacity. Gawd, I couldn?t wait. We made the turn into the
banquet hall and pulled into the parking spot. I gathered
my belongings up as he made his way around the car and
opened the door for me. Putting on my coat, he put his hand
in the small of my back as we strolled to the entrance. I
made it a point to sway my hips a little more, my heels
clicking on the pavement as we strolled across the parking
lot.
It was the usual Christmas party. Lots of people getting
drunk and carrying on. The mindless talk of shop and the
plastic talk between wives. I kept by his side the whole
time. It was comforting to know who all these people were.
My mind was her mind and I had all the memories that she
did. I tried to act humble as each of his friends
complimented me that evening. I could sense their stares,
and I made casual conversation into almost a flirt session.
As we walked and talked around the party, I could feel how
different this body was.
The void between my legs being the obvious one, but also
the shift in my balance. Being top heavy and teetering in
heels was a different feeling. The earrings bouncing off my
neck, my voice completely new, dexterity with nails. One
glass of champagne after another was bringing on that tipsy
feeling. I wasn?t able to drink the way that I did before.
I was getting funnier, laughing harder, flirting more. I
left his side and made my way to the ladies room to fix my
face. I was almost wobbling to the door. I had to fix my
face and opened the bathroom door. The other women in the
room smiled and said hi. Everything in my life had changed.
The secrets of the ladies room would unravel, the idea of
sitting down to pee, freshening up, all setting in.
I found my way back to him and noticed the clock high up on
the wall. Shit, we had been here almost two and a half
hours already. We said our goodbyes and grabbed our
belongings and shuffled across the parking lot, the taste
of champagne still heavy on my tongue. He opened the car
door for me and I swung my heavy gown and legs into the
car.
Traveling down the highway I looked at my watch, 11:30.
Looking out the window, I caught the reflection of my eyes
in the glass. My does eyes and long lashes admired my
mature features, batting them heavily, I savored my little
switch with her. The thought of moaning loudly, the
headboard hitting the wall, the weight of him on top of
me?I wanted Brad to hear me. I wanted to torture him and
let him know what it was like to be a woman. Let him know
what it was like to wear his favorite clothes and let him
know that I was getting fucked that night. Again the
feelings in my loins began to well up. I swallowed hard as
we pulled back in the drive way. We were greeted by the
dogs as we walked in the darkened home.
Peering down and stopping, one of my dogs jumped up to
greet me.
?Aww, how are mommie?s babies? Uh oh, watch my hose you.?
We walked up the stairs and I felt his hand on my waist. I
knew he was horny too. I turned around and stopped two
steps higher than him. My manicured hands touched his face
as I shot him a little smile. I turned around. I stepped
down one, his hand reached the middle of my back. I could
feel the zipper slowly being pulled down. My hands rested
on my hips as he began to undress me. Teasing him, I
proceeded up the steps and into our bedroom. He followed me
in and shut the door behind him. That?s when he grabbed my
arm and spun me around to meet him. His wet tongue was in
my eager mouth before I could say anything. Our mouths
locked in passion as his roaming hands found my tight
ass and hips.
My world was spinning before me as our lips danced. He
pulled at the tops of my sleeves as I began to slide out of
the conforming gown. It dropped around my ankles as he
began pull off my shaper and hose. I couldn?t stop his
passion. Before I knew it I stood naked before him as he
remained almost fully dressed. With a quick slide, his
zipper opened, begging me to take him. Instinctively, I
unbuckled his slacks and pulled them down. I knew what was
next. As I dropped to the floor on my knees, I felt his
hand on my head. I stared at a fully engorged cock just
inches away from my face. My hand found the shaft and I
wrapped my slender fingers around the pulsating manhood.
Inching closer my mouth opened slightly and before I knew
it, I was gently kissing his stiff rod. Licking up and
down, I let his head fall into my parting lips, opening
wider for him. Little by little, my mouth took more until I
felt it in my throat. My mouth was being stuffed beyond
what I thought I was capable of. My head bobbed as he
moaned softly. Faster, deeper, harder.
I couldn?t let him come. Wiping off my lips, I stood and
met him. Sashaying across the room, I laid across the bed
and waited for him. He removed his clothes and joined me on
the bed. I could feel his full weight bearing down on me as
he parted my legs. My pussy was soaked and eager to have
him. His mouth found my breast and erect nipples. The
anticipation of what was to happen next was overwhelming.
His shaft rubbed my clit over and over driving me into
moaning.
Then I felt it. The head of his rod piercing my inviting
hole. My world seemed to spin as it pushed into me further
and further, stretching me around his manhood. With my
vagina wrapped around him like a glove, his hands moved
under my thighs to better position himself. I felt so
dominated as he pushed my legs back into the air, my ankles
resting on his shoulders. My pussy and ass reached up
skywards to meet his groin as the last of his rod filled my
canal. His hips began to rock back and forth, sliding in
and out of me. With each stroke he pounded harder and
harder.
I cried out as his head hit my g-spot with the walls of my
vagina. The bed began to rock against the wall as he hit me
harder and faster. My primal grunts and moans could not be
controlled any longer, I was crying out in sheer ecstasy
telling him to fuck me, fuck me harder, crying out his
name. Sweat rolled off my body as I tried to control
myself. Within a split second, I thought about Brad in his
room way down the hallway. I cried out harder, moaned
longer and louder, I wanted him to hear his father making a
woman out of me.
?God it feels so good baby. Mmmmphhh??don?t, don?t, oh god
please don?t stop. Oh yeah. Ohhhhhhhhhh. Yes, yes, yes, god
yes.? My mind flashed before me. I had come from these
loins. This is what it was like to create me. I gasped as I
could feel an explosion welling up between my legs,
something so foreign and alien to me. Grabbing my own legs,
I felt my pussy melt in orgasm. Again and again, waves of
heat passed through my genitals. I grunted and moaned with
everything I had left in me.
He pulled out right after I had came, I shot his load over
my pussy and stomach. His sticky goo splashing over my body
as my hands rubbed it all over me. We collapsed together
and I looked at him as I licked my fingers clean. I knew
that Brad could hear us. I knew because I once laid in the
very bed he did and listened to my parents make love to one
another. I wanted him to hear me, to know what it was like
to be fucked hard. I knew he was aching to be me. As my
husband fell asleep next to me, I remained awake and
cherished this victory. Tomorrow would be another day to
make him wish he were me.
As the sun began to stream through the window on an early
Sunday morning, I crawled out of bed and threw my robe on
and proceeded downstairs. My husband was already gone, out
doing his thing on Sundays. I sat at the kitchen table
smoking a cigarette when Brad appeared at the doorway and
started making breakfast. I shot him a small smile as he
pulled out all the necessary things for eggs and toast.
?Remember Brad, as soon as breakfast is done, you need to
get dressed because we?re going to the mall today.?
?We are??
?Didn?t you say that you needed a new pair of shoes??
?Well yeah, but I thought I?d go on my own.?
?Honey, don?t be silly, we?ll just go today, I know I need
to pick up a couple of things.?
?Okay, how soon before we go??
?I still need to get done up, so take your time.?
Putting out the cigarette, I made my way out of the kitchen
but stopped in mid-stride.
?Brad sweetie? I hope we weren?t too loud last night. I
didn?t keep you up did I?? He almost stuttered as I stood
behind him.
?No, no mom, I was fine.?
?Oh, good. I?ll make sure to keep it quieter next time.?
I could sense his embarrassment as I walked down the hall
and up the stairs to my bedroom. I felt like wearing
something a little nicer to the mall today, so I thumbed
through the racks of outfits in my closet and decided on
something very classy. I laid the knit, khaki skirt and top
on the bed and rummaged through my lingerie drawer until I
found the off-white hose to go with it. I did my hair and
makeup like usual in my robe and found my earrings on the
dresser. Through each pierced ear I placed the heavy gold
loop and straightened my bangs with a manicured nail.
Unzipping the robe, I stood in just my panties in front of
the mirror. I found my bra and half-slip and put them on. I
gathered up my hose and sat on the edge of the bed, I could
hear his footsteps coming up the stairs. I left my bedroom
door open as I stood in the middle of the room in my
ingerie. He passed by the door as I peered into my mirror
in 3 inch chocolate alligator pumps, sleek shiny hose, and
my slip. I caught his glance in the reflection as he
quickly turned away, trying not to see me.
I finished up and waited for him downstairs. We both
climbed into the car and made our way to the mall. We made
the way to the entrance and turned towards the dept. store
at the end of the wing, my heels clicking with each step.
?Why are we going here first?? he asked.
?Well, I gotta pick up a couple of things first Brad.?
?Oh, well why don?t I just go to the shoe store and look
first, then I?ll come find you.?
?Don?t be silly young man, besides you may need something
here also.?
Making our way through the men?s dept and into the women?s
area, I could feel him begin to tense up. I was loving it.
As I approached the racks of hosiery, I smiled brightly.
I knew he must of felt so uneasy. I thumbed through the
different styles and colors, picking out half a dozen or
so, and gave them to him to hold. He looked around
nervously, as I finished up and searched for a last pair.
It was then that my breath was almost knocked out of me.
From across the store I saw him staring at me. It couldn?t
be him, I thought to myself. I looked at Brad and then
turned my attention back to him. Where he was standing, no
one was there. I tried to focus my eyes and looked again.
Nothing. Holy shit. I panned the store looking for any
trace of him.
?Mom,?.mom, what?s wrong??
?N,n,n,nothing Brad.?
?Are you sure??
?Yeah??
?You look pale.?
?Come on, let?s get to the register?
I hurried made my way to the register and dumped the pairs
of hose onto the counter, explaining to the woman that I
was in a hurry. OH my god, how could he be here? What the
hell, is he doing here? Quickly signing the receipt, I
pulled Brad aside and gave him the bag.
?Wait here honey, I need to go in ladies room real quick.?
?Um, okay. Mom, are you alright??
?Yeah, yeah honey I?m fine, just wait here.?
Instead of going to the restroom, I turned the corner out
of sight of Brad, and darted into the dressing room. I
found the last stall on the right and damn near barged the
door down. I sat on the small seat next to the mirror and
breathed heavily. How in the hell, I thought. He can?t be
here. Footsteps?.They were nearing the door. A heavy walk.
I reached up and tried to lock the door. It was then that I
came face to face with him. The door creaked open as my
eyes opened widely.
?What are you doing here?? I said, my voice cracking.
?I came to see you.?
?But, but why??
?I gave you something that you could have, but I never
meant for you to abuse it the way you have.?
?What do you mean abused??
?Look what you?re doing to that poor kid??
?Poor kid?! That?s not even me, that?s her!?
?No Catherine, you don?t understand. Brad is completely you
in every way. He doesn?t remember being a woman and here
you are with all of this sashaying around the house in your
underwear, teasing him constantly, and fucking your brains
out louder just so that he can hear you. You don?t have any
idea what you?re going to do to him.?
?Fuck you! I was just having a good time!?
?Now now Catherine, don?t get upset, but I?m afraid I can?t
let you continue this any longer.?
?You gave me this wish goddammit!!?
?Yes and I will honor that agreement, but not like this.
You wanted to be a woman right??
?Yes!?
And you want to be a mother, right??
?Yes, what the hell are you getting at??
?Making things right. If you had continued this course
Catherine, things would have gotten very out of control for
you, believe me. You have no idea what you started. So I
must make things right again."
?But wait, what the hell is going to happen??
?Don?t worry, you?ll still have a family and loved ones?
His hands started to glow as she stared strangely at him.
With each passing moment the stones grew brighter and
brighter. She tried to back herself into the corner as he
watched her intently. She could not cry out in terror as
her features began to change. Her face became featureless
without any identity. Her muffled moans not heard by
anyone. She could not see her hair changing, once again
becoming blonde and in a short bob. All signs of age
reversing. The wedding set on her finger disappeared
replaced by a set considerably smaller and less ornate.
Her clothes becoming transparent and fading away. She could
not see her breasts enlarging and becoming fuller. She
could only feel her tummy growing larger. Deep within her
something was growing. She slid to the floor and laid on
her back, her midsection pushing further and further
outwards. Her hands flung to her crotch as she continued to
grow. She grew shorter in height, perhaps an inch or so. A
small crease appeared on her featureless face, the signs of
a mouth. As the seconds passed, the face of a young woman
began to appear. Her large doe eyes opened for the first
time.
She tried to raise herself up but found that her center of
gravity grossly changed. She turned to the mirror and with
mouth gaping looked for the first time at the young girl in
the reflection. Her hands traced her pregnant body, feeling
her enlarged breasts. She couldn?t remember how she got
here or what she was doing naked in the dressing room of
her department store. She found her dark underwear and navy
blue tights. Her navy, tunic dress hung neatly on the wall
and her heels placed on the floor.
She proceeded to get dressed and found the finishing touch
of her outfit. She placed the nametag on her chest and
slipped into the heels. She looked back into the mirror to
see a beautiful, heavily made up woman staring back at her.
She grabbed her purse and found her department and set it
underneath the counter. All around her, very well to do
woman were having their makeup done as she stood at the
counter and made sure everything was in order.
She smiled as a woman approached the counter, her outfit
very sharp and expensive.
?Catherine, how are you!?? as she side stepped the counter
and gave her a big hug.
?Oh Tracy, how?s my grandchild doing??
?Just fine? she said holding her tummy.
?Are yall coming over for dinner tonight??
?Oh, I don?t know, I need to check with my husband,? she
said smiling.
?By the way Tracy, what is Brad doing today??
The End for Now -
Jeannie
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