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A Bright Idea
By Meryl Davids
Pete couldn't wait to get home, Mary, his flat mate, was going to be
away, and he would have the flat to himself. He realised how lucky he
was, in finding her, when she advertised for a flat mate. She had
wanted another female, but he talked her into it. Mary had thought that
he was safe, and not a little effeminate. She had basically taken over
their finances, and all of the costs that had to be met jointly came
out of a joint account that she had set up. All Pete had to do, was set
up a direct debit to the account from his own account.
He got home, and after putting the kettle on, he went up to her room,
and opened up her underwear drawer, fortunately for Pete, she was a
similar size to him. He fondled the silky underwear, rubbing it up the
side of his face, and cursed the fact that he was a man, and didn't get
to wear this sort of stuff every day, women had it so good. The urge to
try it on was too much, he knew that this was the reason that he had
been so pleased, when Mary said she was going to be away for the
weekend.
It didn't take long for him to decide on the underwear that he wanted,
and he was soon stripped off, he didn't even need to go to his own
room, as she wouldn't be coming back. Pete slid the peach coloured
French knickers up his legs slowly so that he could appreciate the feel
of them, with the inch long white lace trim, sliding up his legs. He
then slid his arms through the straps of the matching bra, he was
pleased that it had some padding in it, as this would enhance his small
chest. With the skill of practice he was able to fasten the bra behind
his back, he then slipped on a silk negligee, he really enjoyed the
feel of these soft fabrics on his skin.
He then went to the kitchen, and made himself a cup of coffee, before
sitting down to watch a movie, he had bought, about enforced
feminization. His second time of watching it he fell asleep, and didn't
hear the click as the door opened, and Mary came in. Mary stood there,
looking at him, her first thought was to brain him, for wearing her
clothes, but thought better of it, and simply crept out of the house,
to think about what she had found.
Mary returned to the house, as planed two days later, Pete was there
wearing his own clothes, Mary checked her underwear drawer, and found
everything was in place. "Have a nice time, while I was away," she
asked. Pete was surprised, she usually didn't ask, perhaps he hadn't
put her clothes back as she remembered them.
"Yeah sure, very quiet, I had a video to watch, but nothing special,"
he said.
"Perhaps we can watch it later," she had said.
"I, I, I, I, took it back," he lied. Mary just smiled, he could never
lie to her.
"Oh I see, it's a sex video is it, I don't mind, there's nothing to be
embarrassed about is there?"
"No," he said.
"Well let's see it then."
Pete was visibly squirming, he couldn't let her see it, what would she
think? "It's not what I thought it was, I've got to take it back for
another one."
"I don't mind, put it on, we'll watch it together."
Pete sheepishly put the video in the player. Mary had made them some
sandwiches, and got out two cans of beer. She turned it on, to be
greeted with the title, I'm a Male Babe. They sat and watched the film,
as the hero became the heroine, Mary asked Pete if he fancied trying
some of the things in the film.
"No way," he said, "I couldn't go out like that, No, No way."
"That's a shame, I think that I could make you look like a real woman,"
she had said.
It wasn't mentioned again. Two weeks later, Mary again realised that
Pete had been at her clothes, a matching Black bra, panties, and
suspender belt set, were missing from her drawer, and a short cream
petticoat, she had again come home early. She could actually see the
bra through Pete's shirt.
"We need some milk," she said, 'can you go and get some, I'll make us
something to eat."
Pete was scared he had never been outside wearing any female clothes,
and here he was in full female underwear. He knew that he had no
choice, and was just hoping that the black stockings would not be
noticed by anyone while he was walking, he had managed to get his shoes
on, before Mary could see them.
Mary heard the door shut, and went into action. She went into his room,
and cut up all of his underwear, and socks then placed them back into
his drawer. Her next move was to go onto the Internet, using the joint
account, she direct debited all of his money into the joint account,
and then transferred it into her own account. She would change the rest
of the interactions later.
Pete returned with the milk, and they had tea, Mary suggested that they
go out for a drink, Pete agreed, and went to his room to get changed,
thankful of the reason to go to his room. He went straight to his
underwear drawer, and discovered what Mary had done.
Mary was stood in his doorway.
"What's all this?" he said to Mary.
Mary looked at him, and said, "Well I know that you wanted to be made
to wear female clothes, so now it's your chance, you've already got
some on, now you'll have to always wear them."
"Ha, I can buy some more. I'll get them tomorrow."
"Yes, and I'll come with you, to make sure that you buy the right size,
in fact I think we'll get you measured properly," Mary replied. Pete
wasn't quite sure what she meant. Mary had to get changed to go out,
and went to her room. She told Pete that he ought to wear a jumper to
cover up his Bra, he did, the other problem was his stockings, he
decided to stand all the time, so that they would not show.
The following day, a Saturday, Mary was up early. Pete appeared, he had
got dressed, in just his trousers, and a T shirt.
"I've picked something out for you to wear today," she said, pointing
to the settee.
Pete walked round to the other side of the settee, and saw the clothes
that had been laid out for him. On the settee there were a pink blouse,
and a, mainly red, multicoloured wrap round skirt.
"What the fuck," he said.
"Well you want to be made to be a woman. As we're going out clothes
shopping, for you, I thought that you would like to look the part, it
might be less embarrassing, for you, as a woman rather than as a man."
"You've got to be joking," he said.
Suit yourself, she said, and went into his room, and picked up her
underwear.
"I've got to wash this," she said. The look on Pete's face said it all,
Mary knew that he would give in. "I'm only going to let you borrow my
underwear, if you will get your own," she said, "and lets face it, it's
designed to go under female clothes." She hesitated for a moment, then
said, "Go and have a shower, shave your legs, underarms, and face."
Pete was startled at her tone, and went to the bathroom. Having done as
she told him, he reappeared with his towel wrapped around him.
"Come with me," said Mary. Pete followed her to her room, the skirt,
and blouse were on her bed, along with a selection of underwear.
"No," he said, "I can't," and turned to go out of her room.
"Suit yourself, but you're the one who will suffer."
He went to his room, but found it locked.
"Where's my key," he asked.
Mary smiled, "I'm going out," she said, "it appears that I am going to
have to buy your underwear on my own, but don't worry, I'll make sure
that it's all the sort of sexy stuff that men buy for women, small
lacy, and silky. Not useful stuff."
Pete was getting worried, he knew that he would need some new underwear
before Monday, and how else could he buy any. "O. K.," he said, "you
win."
Mary smiled, "Beg me to let you wear my clothes" she said.
Pete just said, "What?"
Mary repeated it, adding, "On your knees."
Kneeling down, and feeling rather foolish Pete said, "Please Mistress,
I'm begging you to please allow me to wear your clothes."
Mary was pleased, but she didn't want to be in control, she wanted Pete
to want to wear her clothes, not to have to make him. "There's no
reason to call me Mistress," she said, "while you are Petra, we
will be equals, you'll only be inferior while your wearing trousers."
'That should encourage him,' she thought.
Mary returned to her room, Pete followed her in, she handed him some
underwear, and watched as he put it on. "Wow you really do know how to
get dressed," she said, as she watched him put his bra, and tights on.
She had decided that stockings might be a bit much for him. His penis
had swollen, and was standing up ready for action, pushing out his
waist slip, knickers, and tights in a huge bulge. Mary walked behind
him, they had always had a platonic relationship, but she saw her
opportunity to gain more control over him. She placed her left hand, on
his bra covered small breast, which she started to stroke, and pushed
her hand under his slip, and tights to fondle his penis through his
knickers. "Tell me that you wish you had a fanny," she said.
"I wish that I had a fanny," he said. At that point he started to
ejaculate, and went into an abdominal spasm. Mary held on to the end of
his penis very tightly, until he stopped.
"You see it can be fun," she said, "Go and get cleaned up, I'll get you
some more underwear." Pete couldn't believe it, he had never had such a
good orgasm, he wanted more, but Mary had other ideas, for them.
"Here," she said and she handed him a pair of knickers designed to hold
everything in, and enhance his hips, she had been busy in the time she
took to set this up. "These will keep that under control."
Pete pulled them on, his penis stood out even in its flaccid form, at
the front. Not like that she said, pulling his knickers down, she put
her small delicate hands through his legs, and pushed his balls up into
the inguinal canals, and, pulled his penis between his legs. "Like
this," she said.
Pete did as she had shown him. Looking down he saw that the front of
his pubic area, was flat. 'Here," she said, and gave him some inserts
to put in his bra. Having put them in, he was amazed that they felt
like real tits, and realised that, for the first time in his life, the
straps were really pulling on his shoulders.
He put on another pair of tights that Mary had given him. This time
they were very fine, and flesh coloured, the others were covered in
cum. She handed him a lace trimmed white petticoat, that fell just
below his knees. Mary had changed her mind about what he should wear,
and instead of the skirt, she gave him, a pink flowery summer dress,
with a V neck, and puffed out sleeves. It was just about the same
length as his petticoat, so that the lace showed occasionally as he
walked, wearing his new bronze coloured, 3" high heeled sandals, or sat
down.
Mary started on his hair, which was naturally blonde, it wasn't to long
for a man, but was long enough for Mary to make it look feminine. She
then applied a bright red lipstick, to his lips, and did his eyes, she
decided against anything else, as he had blonde hair, his beard didn't
show through, once it was shaved off.
She left him sitting down, having told him to cross his legs to sit,
and pulled a mirror from across the room. Pete looked at the mirror,
and saw a young, not unattractive woman, looking back at him. "Wow,"
was all he could say.
Mary smiled, "Well Petra," she said, "do you want to go shopping now,
as my equal, or as my male slave." Pete was speechless, he could
actually carry this off.
"Let's go, before I change my mind," he said, and walked through the
door. Pete could feel the clothes, as he walked down the path, and
suddenly felt very vulnerable, there was only a light breeze, but it
was enough to enhance the feeling that his legs were virtually
uncovered. He was used to walking in high heels, but not on an uneven
surface, and tottered uncertainly to the car door.
Mary grinned as she watched him attempt to get in the car, in his
normal manly fashion. "No," she said, "not like that, you sit first,
then pull your legs in." Pete tried it, and found that it was much
easier, and elegant to do it that way. His next problem was that with
his heels, the seat was in the wrong position, and he had to adjust it,
he didn't find it too easy to drive as normal, and so drove a lot
slower.
He was amazed at how any male driver, which saw him, would give way to
let him drive down the road, made into a single track, by parked cars.
Looking at his fuel gauge, he drove into the petrol station. He got out
and went to fill up his car, allow me, said a good looking young man.
Pete couldn't reply he was afraid of talking without Mary by his side.
He allowed the man to take the pump, and fill his car. "Thank you," he
said, trying to make his voice sound higher than normal.
The man smiled, 'That's all right," he said, and continued by asking
Pete out for a date. Pete gave him a sickly smile.
"You are a man? Aren't you?" the man said.
Pete was dumfounded, "Yes," he replied.
"Good," said the man. "I'll meet you at six tonight, be here, and we
can go out."
"Can I come too," asked Mary.
"I suppose so, I'm Jason," said the man.
"Mary," said Mary, "and this is Peter, although it's Petra, at the
moment."
"Well Petra, I'll see you later, with Mary, of course."
"Come on Petra, we really have to get you something to wear now," said
Mary.
Pete, and Mary arrived at the shopping centre, and parked the car. Pete
slid out wondering what was going to happen next. Mary led him to the
shops, and started window shopping. Pete asked what she was looking
for. Mary said, "Nothing in particular, get used to it you're a woman
now. They arrived at a sports shop, and much to Pete's surprise, Mary
decided to go in. "We need some kit for our holiday, I intend to win
something this year," she said.
"Here you are Petra, try this on," she said. Pete looked at the tennis
dress, and said, "I'm not trying that on."
Mary smiled at him, and told him that if he didn't, she would let
everyone know that he was a man, and leave him to get home by his own
devices.
Pete took the dress, and went into a cubicle to try it on. He peered
round the door, Mary made him come out of the cubicle, it was all she
could do not to laugh. Pete stood there disconsolately wearing an
incredibly short, sleeveless dress. It was mainly white, but had pink
piping, around the sleeves, and hem. Mary nodded approvingly, she said
"Yes it might do," but then gave him some more dresses, and skirts,
with tops to try on. After another eight different trials, Mary decided
that they should go elsewhere to try on some more.
Having spent the day, going round lots of shops, Pete now was a proud,
or not, possessor of a large amount of underwear, all female, and was
fed up with trying on tennis dresses, and skirts. Eventually he found a
shop that had just what Mary wanted for him, a simple top, with a pink
collar. A pink all around a pleated skirt, with matching knickers,
covered in white lace layers, on the back, and white socks, with pink
trim.
The tennis shoes she got for him were of the same colouring. "Why have
you bought these?" he asked.
"For the tennis tournament," she replied.
They returned home, Pete sat, and kicked off his shoes, happy to give
his feet and calves a rest.
"Your turn to get tea," Mary chirruped. Pete found himself going to the
kitchen to make them something to eat.
What the hell was happening to him, he was acting more, and more
feminine, as time passed.
Pete decided to just make some sandwiches, but Mary wouldn't let him
eat them all. "That far too much for a young lady," she said, throwing
half of them through the window for the birds. "Now then what are you
going to wear tonight, for your date." Mary disappeared into her room.
"I've just the thing," she said with a look of triumph on her face,
"but first its underwear, and then make up."
Pete was given a very tight fitting strapless Basque, to replace the
bra, and a clean pair of the bum enhancing knickers. The combined
effect was to give him more of a feminine figure. He had to put on
a pair of flesh coloured stockings, and attach them to the suspenders,
on the Basque.
Mary started on his hair, back combing it to give it more body, she
teased it into shape. Pete was made to have another shave, before she
applied a base coat of make up, a deep red lipstick, bronze eye shadow,
and three layers of mascara, sat there in his underwear, his reflection
was anything but masculine.
"Here you are, I got these while you were getting changed," she said,
in her hand was a pair of silver court shoes, with a two inch stiletto
heel.
'Not more instruments of torture,' thought Pete, as he slid his nylon
clad feet into them, although they didn't feel quite so bad as the
three inch heels that he had been wearing.
"Now then, the crowning glory," said Mary, and handed him a white
dress, it glittered when any light hit it. Pete looked at it, there was
obviously a lining inside, "You won't need a petticoat with this dress,
said Mary, "It has its own." Pete knew that he had no choice, but to
wear what Mary asked him to, he had no clothes of his own, that is, he
had no male clothes.
He stepped into the dress, as ordered, and Mary zipped him in. The
dress was tight fitting, and off the shoulder, with sleeves that ended
just below his elbows, and a pencil line skirt, which ended just below
his knees, he looked absolutely stunning.
They walked to the car. Pete found the tight skirt, made it difficult
to take more than a short step. "Are you driving," Pete asked.
"No," replied Mary, "It's my turn to drink, you can stay sober."
Pete didn't answer, he just got into the car, and drove to the garage.
Jason, and another man were waiting. With a heavy heart Pete pulled up
at the garage, he couldn't really believe that he was going on a date
with a man, and now there was another man, going to know about him.
The two men got into the car, "This is Chris," said Jason, "I hope you
don't mind me inviting him, but I thought that Mary wouldn't want to be
a gooseberry tonight."
Both of the men were dressed in suits, and looked very smart. Mary
remarked on this, and added that her flat mate didn't have a clue about
looking smart, "Does he Petra," she added.
"Where to?" asked Pete.
Jason gave him the directions, and they went to a Chinese restaurant
that Jason knew.
"You both look terrific" said Chris.
"Don't they just." said Jason, as they got out of the car, Jason
offered his arm to Pete, but Pete wasn't interested, Mary however took
Jason's arm, and they walked to the restaurant. Jason held Pete's seat
for him, as he sat down. The meal was enjoyable, although Pete couldn't
drink, and Mary asked the men back for drinks, at home.
Pete was amazed that he had got away with it, as he went to stand
Jason, leapt to his feet, and helped with the chair, Pete stood, and
was surprised, as Jason whispered into his ear, 'that he would be more
realistic if he allowed himself to be lead out.' This time he took
Jasons arm, and walked alongside him.
Mary, and Chris, got into the back of the car, and Jason got into the
front passenger seat. Mary, and Chris were obviously getting on well,
and were necking away in the back. Pete drove them home, and gave them
all a drink. It didn't take long before Mary, and Chris disappeared off
to bed, but not before Mary again switched on the video. 'I'm a Male
Babe', came on again.
"Just to give you two some ideas," she said.
Jason didn't need them, he was very soon sitting with his arm around
Pete's shoulders, and as the film continued, much to Pete's
embarrassment, he started to copy some of the things that were
happening to the hero(ine). Jason had started to kiss Pete, and his
tongue was tickling the back of his throat, it didn't take long before
he was stroking Pete's leg, gradually pushing the tight skirt higher
up his legs, trying to feel the bare skin between the top of the
stockings, that Mary had made Pete wear, and his knickers..
Jason stood, and pulled Pete to his feet, he then unzipped Pete's
dress, and it fell to the floor, in a heap around his ankles. Pete had
felt vulnerable while wearing the dress, but without it he felt totally
helpless, his knickers quickly joined his dress, on the floor, and
Jason propelled him backwards. In those heels, going backwards, he lost
his balance, and found himself in the most feminine of situations, on
his back, with a man between his legs. He didn't have a chance to say
no, Jason was inside him, banging away, as if his life depended on it.
Jason, and Chris, stayed all of Sunday, the 'girls', having made them
their meals. Pete had been quiet, and withdrawn. Mary asked him why,
and his reply surprised her. He didn't want to go back to being a man,
and he hated the monstrosity between his legs.
Mary had to act quickly. She made him take off his make up, and gave
him back his male clothes. He was still in tears, but she knew that he
was to work tomorrow, and had to change back. "You can change as soon
as you're home," she told him, hoping to alleviate his distress, this
seemed to work.
Pete came through the door, and dashed to get changed, it was a wonder
that the buttons weren't ripped off his shirt. He was undressed, and
redressed in a very short space of time. "That was quick," remarked
Mary.
"I hate that male stuff," said Pete, "Besides I'm going out with Jason
tonight."
* * * * *
Mary was pleased for Pete, his relationship seemed to be blossoming.
They had been on holiday, Petra was out for two whole weeks, and they
had won the tennis Tournament. Petra had held off all the male
advances, by talking about Jason. Mary didn't know it, but Pete was
after a new job. He had met someone, at a gay club, who was trying to
get him a 'Job' where he could work full time, as a woman. Jason it
appeared was bi, and didn't really worry if it was Pete, or Petra.
Petra however, had other ideas, most of all he wanted to make love, to
Jason, as a real woman.
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