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SURPRISED, part 4
Aftermath
Linda, true to her word, had me dressed up in girl mode 24/7. It
was Saturday morning and I was sleeping late after Friday night's
disaster. How could I have been so weak and stupid? To confess my
darkest and deepest fantasies to Linda as I did was beyond stupid;
it was insane. What had I been thinking?
That was the problem; I wasn't thinking, at least not with the head
on my shoulders. Linda had manipulated me, true, but the fantasies
I confessed -- licking her pussy after a man had cum inside her and
cleaning off his cock with my mouth afterwards -- those were my
thoughts, my fantasies, not Linda's.
Ever since I can remember I'd loved to dress up, first in my
mother's things, then later in my own. I had collected clothes:
panties, bras, stockings, pantyhose, blouses, skirts, and even a
dress over the years. I bought most, and I'd stolen ...
er...borrowed others from my girlfriends and now from my wife. I
lay in bed alone. Linda was still asleep in our bedroom. It was her
bedroom now. I had been thrown out and put into the guest room
once Linda discovered my secret. Alone and with a feeling of dread
settling on my chest like a ton of bricks, I pondered my fate.
Linda seemed determined to keep me dressed the entire four weeks
I...er... she... arranged for me to take off. Last night's
confessions would certainly change everything. How could I face
her? Surely she would leave me, find herself a real man. I dreaded
the light of day and wished I were dead. I was about to lose the
love of my life through my own stupidity. My confessed, shameful
desires would seal my fate. Linda was right; I had betrayed her by
not telling her. But if I had told her, she would never have stuck
around, and almost certainly never have married me.
The cross-dressing thing she might have eventually come to terms
with. But it was that damn dildo that would lead to my downfall.
Linda immediately recognized the significance of it. Why had I
purchased it? Why had I kept it was the question. Oh, dear God,
why had I not thrown it out during the many purges? I wished now
that I had.
I had bought it from a catalogue that was delivered to our house by
mistake. A new mailman, apparently dyslectic, reversed the numbers
and delivered it to 332 Walnut Drive rather than 233. I knew
immediately what type of catalogue it was and I kept it.
I ordered the dildo on impulse. Once it arrived, I would dress up
while Linda was at work and pretend I was her or some other girl
or, more often than not, pretend I was a slut. A whore. I would at
first pretend I was giving a guy a blowjob. Kneeling, I would
worship it with my mouth and tongue. Kissing it, licking it and
then finally sucking as much into my mouth as I could. I would
often watch myself, dressed in my sexiest lingerie, makeup overdone
so that I looked like a whore. I would watch myself in the mirror
as the plastic cock disappeared between my bright red lips, wishing
it could be the real thing. Later I would try inserting it into my
ass, my handsome fantasy stud fucking my ass as I urged him on in
a stream of obscenities. The realistic looking plastic cock moved
deeper and deeper each time I used it. The last time, a week before
Linda found me in her Vera Wang, I had managed to stuff 3/4 of its
8 inches into my well-lubricated hole. Imaging it was real, I came
with such force that cum hit me in the face, landing on my nose, my
cheek and in my open mouth.
It was all over now. Linda knew all, or I thought she knew all.
She had found my computer files and my frequented web sites. Hell!
I had just told her I wanted to eat a man's cum out of her pussy.
How much worse could it possibly get. She had told me last night
that she wanted me to have breasts, real ones so that I could truly
experience more and feel more like a real girl. But I didn't want
to be a girl. I just wanted to pretend I was a girl; to try to
fool people. Fool myself really, since Linda was the only person
who had seen me dressed other, than Susan, her friend and
beautician who had done my hair.
Suddenly, Linda opened the door, disturbing my dark thoughts of
despair. "Time to get up sleepyhead. It is almost 10 AM."
She came over to the bed and sat down. She reached out and gently
touched my face.
"Everything will be alright Dan." Linda, using my male name for the
first time in a week; I dreaded what was to come and it must have
shown on my face.
"Don't look so glum. The truth is better than lies, at least in
this case. We can go forward... together. It won't be quite the
same of course. Nothing ever is. But who's to say it can't be
better. We can go forward honestly at least, my lovable, sweet
sissy. Explore our desires, fantasies, and life together. It could
be fun. So stop looking like I am your executioner and get up and
take a shower and get dressed. We have work to do."
Linda stood up and kissed me on the cheek.
"Come Danielle, get that cute ass out of bed and get moving."
Plans for the week
Twenty minutes later, I was showered and dressed as I started
toward the kitchen, feeling somewhat better due to Linda's mood. My
hair was washed and still wet; it ticked my neck and ears as I came
down the stairs. Linda was at the counter putting English muffins
in the toaster as I entered.
Turning, she looked me over quickly. "You need to dry your hair
honey. It's getting cold out. Sit and have a muffin first. Get
yourself a cup; the coffee is ready. When you're done, dry your
hair and put some makeup on, we are going out."
"Out? Out where?" I asked. Suddenly, my optimism about the day was
gone. "Where...what ..why do we need to go out?" The coffee tasting
bitter in my mouth, I could barely get the words out.
"You have an appointment with Susan to get your nails redone.
They're a mess. Debra will be there and Susan asked that I bring
you while I get my hair done. She wants you to meet Debra, or more
precisely, Debra to meet you. She feels you have something in
common and that Debra may be able to help you."
"Help me? Help me with what? I don't need help. I'll just stay here
while you go and..."
"NO! You... are... coming... with me! I told you last week that
you are going to do things that women do. Shopping, salon, lunch,
shopping, dinner, shopping...you get the picture. You are not
staying in this house and that is final. Stop acting like a child.
You will be fine. Just don't speak too much or too loudly and
you'll do fine. Smile, nod your head, whatever. Debra will help you
with how to get by...how to pass in public. Think of this as a
tutoring session and today is your first lesson. So go up and dry
your hair. It is 40 degrees outside and I don't want you sick.
You had better get a coat too. Hurry up or we are going to be
late."
Twenty minutes later we pulled into the parking lot of " PERFECT
CUTS". Susan's salon was at one end of a small strip mall. Parking
was on the side as the front was all handicap parking spaces. As we
entered I noticed a small sign in the window that said, "By
Appointment Only". As soon as we entered Susan spotted us and
directed me to the chair at the far end of her shop. Linda took the
chair to my right. There was one other occupied chair by the front
window where an attractive girl thumbed through a magazine while
under a hair drier. She glanced up briefly when we sat down and
went back to her magazine.
"I'll be right back to get you started, Linda. I'll just tell Debra
you're here and she'll do your nails, Danielle." Susan disappeared
for a minute then came back and placed a cape over Linda, turned
the chair around and lowered her to the washbasin. Debra appeared
a minute later and introduced herself. She was 5'9" or so with
auburn hair and pale blue eyes and a pretty face. She was very slim
and had skinny legs made skinnier with her short skirt and platform
shoes. She spoke in a soft, deep voice that reminded me somewhat of
that actress from the 40's, Lauren... something.
"Lets see those nails honey. Mom tells me you made a mess of them
in only a week." She gently took hold of my right hand and after
examining then made tss -ing noises. "You are very lovely
Danielle, but your nails are a wreck. Have you been working in the
garden or something?" She laughed and sat in a stool and began her
work.
An hour latter my nails were again looking manicured and were
brightly polished. Debra had been funny and charming. Not at all
what I expected. Linda was just about done and Debra took my hand
and led me to the back office. "Lets have coffee and chat while mom
finishes up. They will be a few minutes more yet."
Over strong coffee Debra asked if Linda and I would be interested
in going out with her to a club. "It will be fun, Fridays are
'Ladies nite' and the club is very ... accommodating... to girls
like us. Wednesdays and Fridays are kind of our nights," she said.
When I looked puzzled, she explained. "Those are the nights the
TS/TV crowd shows up. Along with the 'admirers', if you know what
I mean. So it's cool. We can be ourselves and all the guys know
what the score is. It's safe and clean and really a lot of fun.
There are a lot of cute guys, some married even, so you need to be
careful of that. But some 'girls' prefer the married ones, not me
of course. But some do -- less hassle and no long term commitment
is expected. Just a little down and dirty sex."
"Linda said you needed to go out and experience things as a girl
and this is a perfect place to start. Nobody will hassle you and
you don't have to worry about being 'made', or worse."
"Worse? " I asked.
"You know, beaten up. You pick the wrong guy or he picks you and
then discovers that you are not quite... what he expects. Well,
some guys can get very ugly, very fast. That's why everyone goes to
SWEET WILLIAM'S. It's safe, and the bouncers treat everyone
respectfully and are very hunky."
I was somewhat shocked. I had no intention of being picked up. What
could Linda be thinking?
"Anyway," she continued. "Everyone is pretty friendly and you'll
have a ball. Everybody loves the newbies. There are all types of
people: gay, straight, singles, and couples. It really is a great
place. I'll pick you guys up on Wednesday at 10 PM and we'll go. If
you don't like it, we can always leave. Besides, there are usually
some really, really cute guys there too. I'll introduce you. "
Just then, Linda came back to let me know she was ready to go.
"Introduce you to whom?" she asked.
"OH just some people at the club. I just told Danielle I could pick
you up at 10 on Wednesday and introduce you around. It won't be a
late night. Everyone has work. But Friday and Wednesday nights are
the only nights with a really friendly crowd. You have to be
careful who you meet the rest of the week. Saturdays and Tuesdays
are for singles and that can be fun if you're careful. Sundays are
for couples mostly. Mondays are for the sports jerks while
Thursdays are a mixed crowd. They have a live band and everything
from Wednesday through Saturdays though."
"Great. See you on Wednesday then Debra." Linda said. We gathered
up our coats. Linda picked up a bag Susan had given her and we
left Susan and Debra to the now busy salon and headed for home.
Date Night
On the way home, Linda turned into the large shopping mall not far
from our house. "I thought we were going home, Linda," I said.
"Not quite yet. We have to make a few stops first. You have nothing
to wear for the club tomorrow. The one nice dress you now own is
not good, too formal."
Linda's hurt expression told me she still had not forgiven me for
wearing her designer dress. The Vera Wang hung in my closet now and
I cringed over the memory. Linda drove to the Lord and Taylor
department store and parked.
"Linda, I can't go in there. I .. I just can't. What are you
thinking? "
"Danielle, we just came from the beauty parlor. Nobody gave you a
second look. Now stop this. It will be just like the last time. Do
we have to go through this every time we go out? You look fine.
But you need something to wear I and I know just the thing. You
need to try it on, so you're coming with me. Just let me do most of
the talking. So stop complaining, you're going, and that is that."
We got out of the car and walked into the mall. Things were moving
too fast. My head was spinning and I nearly peed my
pants...er...panties. The loud clicking of my heels on the mall
floors was all I heard. My nerves were on edge. I clung to Linda
like a 5 year old, too terrified to even look where we were going.
I suddenly realized that Linda had stopped walking and was asking
me something. I stared at her dumbfounded.
"Danielle, I asked you a question. Are you listening to me? "
"Sorry, Linda. I guess I wasn't paying attention."
"I asked if you liked the red or the pink. Danielle. Which do you
prefer? "
I look around and saw we were in the "Special Occasion " section of
the store. There were all types of ball gowns, cocktail dresses and
the like here. I looked at Linda holding two dresses. Both were the
same style or type but in different colors. Spaghetti straps,
somewhat low cut, with a scalloped hem that looked like it was
several inches above the knee. I stared at the dresses, too shocked
to speak. They were... very sexy. Too sexy for Linda to be wearing.
There was hardly any dress there. They seemed a mere wisp of
fabric, nothing more.
"Linda you can't wear that! It is too revealing." I whispered.
"They are not for me, silly. I have dresses. I asked you which
color you liked. The Red or the pink?"
Without thinking, I said, "I like red, Linda. You look good in red.
"
"Danielle, take a deep breath and listen to me, will you. These are
for you. Which color do you like best? "
"Linda, I can't wear that. Are you crazy? They ...it's ...they're
too small. There is no way that..."
Linda turned scarlet and threw the red dress at me. "Don't you dare
argue with me, not here...not now ...not ever! Take this and try it
on NOW! And... don't... you... ever, ever... use that tone of
voice with me again. Do you understand me? Like you're suddenly my
aggrieved husband or something! How dare you! Get that little ass
in the changing room and put that on."
Softening her tone, she said, "I want to see how it looks. Here,
I'll give you a hand."
I walked silently into the dressing rooms. Linda helped me out of
the blouse I had on and unzipped the dress while I stepped out of
my skirt. "Put this on over your head. Don't worry about your bra;
leave it on for now. I just want to see if the size is right."
The size 8 fit like a glove...tight. Tight across the chest and
under my arms, the dress flared out slightly at the waist. The
fabric was soft and silky. I later learned it was a microfiber.
Truth be told, it felt nice next to my skin. The straps of my bra
spoiled the look as I saw myself in the mirror. The dress proved to
be several inches above the knee and was very slinky. It moved with
me and as I stared at myself I could feel my trapped penis, bent
back and held in place by a stretch panty, begin to get hard. This
was starting to get painful.
"Linda," I said softly, "I don't think this dress will work. I have
nothing to ...ah... give it... ah you know, shape. Up top I..ah ..
it won't look right if..."
"Don't worry about that now, Danielle. Debra gave you something she
thought would come in handy. " When I looked puzzled she explained.
"Silicone breast forms, we can glue them to your skin. They will
look natural under the dress. I have them out in the car."
An hour later and over $480 poorer, I walked with Linda back to the
car. One Dress, one pair of four inch, sexy, red pumps, two pairs
of black pantyhose, a nude colored panty girdle, a set of long,
dangly earrings and a matching silver choker were stuffed into the
two bags that I carried. Linda was humming softly as we walked back
to her car.
"Linda, ah... I don't understand. Why did we just spend $500 for me
to go out to a club? This really is too expensive and ...well I
don't think Debra meant that this club was that upscale and this
..."
"The dress and the rest are not just for the club, Danielle."
"Well? What did we buy this stuff for? I mean ..."
"I have another plan, honey. Oh, we'll go out with Debra as
planned. But something she said reminded me of something else and,
well, I have other plans for you baby." Linda started the car and
we headed for home.
I sensed that this was not good and a shiver of fear ran through
me. "What kinds of plans?" I asked. I said a silent prayer, but I
just knew that I was going to hate what she was about to say. It
was her body language, or something in the tone of her voice.
"Well, you looked so good after we got out of the salon, and you
didn't notice, but I did, that... well, guys were checking us out
as we walked through the mall. One even followed us into Lord and
Taylor's. I decided that you're about to graduate"
"I told you before that I want you to act on your fantasies. That
you're not just going to be passive and just watch me get fucked.
That you are going to participate actively. Well...watching the men
watching us, I realized what I want. I want you to not only act on
your fantasy... but mine as well."
"You Danielle... are not just going to watch me fuck a man. You are
going to pick him out, and pick him up for me. You baby, are going
to go trolling for men. You are going to go into a bar, pick out a
good-looking guy, and make sure he has at least an eight inch cock.
Then you are going to bring him home and help me fuck him. You are
going to undress him, get him hard for me, place his cock in my
pussy, and afterwards, clean him and me... with your mouth."
Practice make Perfect
Just then we pulled into our driveway and before I could mount an
argument, Linda was out of the car and headed for the door. "Don't
forget your bags, honey. Put them in your room, then meet me in my
bedroom."
I did not miss the reference. Not our bedroom but mine and her's.
I did not like where this conversation was going. My head was
practically spinning when, after dropping my bags on the floor of
the back bedroom, I entered mine and Linda's old bedroom. It was
only her's now. A twinge of regret hit me as I entered "her" room.
Things would never, could never be the same. I would never be the
same and certainly Linda would never see me, or treat me, as she
had in the past.
Linda was sitting on the bed, "our bed", when I entered the room.
Her dress was thrown carelessly over the wing chair in the corner
of the room. She sat on the edge of the bed in her underwear. The
matching red lace bra and panties, a set I had bought for her last
Christmas, looked exquisite on her generous curves and pale skin.
"Danielle, why don't you get IT and bring it over here." Linda said
as she patted the bed.
"IT? Linda, I don't understand. Bring what?"
"You know Danielle. It! The thing that was your imaginary lover.
The thing that showed me what you really are and what you really
want. It is time for another lesson baby. So go get it and bring it
to me."
I walked over to the closet, but before I could open it Linda spoke
up. "Not there honey. I moved it to a more accessible spot. It is
in the night table on the other side of the bed." I walked around
to Linda's side of our Queen sized bed and opened the drawer to the
small table beside the bed. Right on top was the dildo I had
purchased so many months ago. I picked it up with trepidation, my
hands shaking as I carried the realistic rubber cock back to Linda.
As I stood before Linda I handed her the dildo with downcast eyes.
My cheeks burning, I was sure I was turning scarlet. Beads of sweat
began to form on my forehead. Linda took the thing from my hands
and held it by the base in her lap. "Kneel down in front of me
Danielle." When I hesitated she gently grabbed my wrist and pulled
me. "We are just going to share our fantasies, honey. That, and you
will practice what you will need to know for when we go out. So
kneel between my legs baby and we can start. You look so cute when
you're embarrassed, by the way. Red is definitely your color."
I knelt before Linda as directed, head down and turning even
redder, I was sure, after her comments. Linda placed the base of
the dildo against the front panel of her lace panties. Holding the
base with her right hand, it was now pointing straight up. I swear
I saw it throb. But of course it could do no such thing.
"Touch it Danielle. Stroke it with just your fingertips. Trace its
length with your nails. Very nice honey, be very gentle. That's
it. You're doing fine. Now what shall we call this dildo? We can't
keep calling it, IT. Can we? So what do you think Danielle? Did you
give your imaginary lover a name? What did you call it honey ?"
Burning with shame, I looked up into Linda's face. A playful smile
returned my gaze. Her tongue wet her lips as she stared back at me.
Her eyes locked on to mine. I started to lower my eyes but she took
my chin in her hands and gently lifted my head up. I could not turn
away.
"What did you call your toy Danielle? I know that you gave it a
name." Suddenly an inspiration, an idea, crossed her mind and I
saw her expression change. "It came with a name when you bought it!
Didn't it? Yes! You didn't have to name it because it already had
one. So what is it Danielle?"
"Linda...I...I." Linda's eyes bored into mine. Like a mouse before
a cobra I knelt transfixed. Unable to look away I swallowed hard.
"It was called... Mr. Penetrator. "
Linda 's laugh startled me. "Oh, of course, of course. What else
could the imaginative folks who made such a thing call it but a
cliche. It is just too precious," She laughed. "I should have
known. Well then, show Mr. P. how much you appreciate him
Danielle. Use both hands to stroke him."
Linda grabbed the back of my head and brought it closer to her lap
and the stiff Mr. Penetrator sticking straight up. "Lick the head,
Danielle. Lick it all, baby. Get him nice and wet for me." Linda's
hand moved her panty aside, exposing her now wet lips. As I did as
she directed and licked the full length of her cock, Linda gently
stroked her clit. Suddenly, Linda lay back on the bed, lifted her
hips, and removed her now wet panties in one fluid movement.
With her legs spread wide, Linda told me to use the dildo. "Put Mr.
P. into my pussy, Danielle. Stick him into me." I slowly inserted
the now wet head of the dildo between Linda's wet folds. "Stop
toying with me! " Linda said. She grabbed my hand and pulled it and
the dildo toward her open slit. "Fuck me." she growled. "Fuck me
deep. Do me hard and fast, baby." Linda's hips moved up, trying to
impale herself on the realistic rubber cock. The dildo slipped
inside deeper and deeper with each hip movement. Her grip
tightening on my hand, holding the dildo steady as her hips
undulated beneath. Her juices flowed slowly out between her wet
folds as the dildo disappeared and reappeared again and again.
With both hands now holding mine, she forced the dildo into herself
faster and faster. Finally, after what seamed an eternity, she
found her release. She screamed and shook and held my now wet hand
still. The rubber cock was buried deep, all of its eight inches
buried in her warm, wet, soft hole. A sheen of sweat covered her
body as she sank back into the bed exhausted.
"Kiss him Danielle. Kiss the cock in my pussy. Show Mr. P how
grateful you are that he made me cum, Honey." I moved forward and
did as Linda ordered. I kissed the dildo that was now half out of
her wet hole. "Yes, Yes that's it baby. Now kiss my clit and lick
me. "
Linda released my hand and pulled the dildo slowly out from her
wetness. It glistened in the light and she held it out to me. Her
juices dripping down the length of it, she raised herself up on her
elbows and said, "Show me how you'll clean my lover's cock,
Danielle. Suck Mr. P for me baby. I want to watch you wrap your
lips around this cock and suck my cum off. Clean it for me,
Danielle. Clean it like it's my lover's." I lowered my head and
slowly took the head between my lips. Linda grabbed the hair at the
back of my head and forced my head down. "Oh Danielle! I love the
way you look with a cock buried deep between your lips. I wish you
were doing this for real. Don't you wish this cock were the real
thing baby?"
All Things are a Go
Events seamed to be spinning out of control. Out of my control in
any case. Linda arranged for us to go to the club on Wednesday. It
was to be just the two of us. On Tuesday I approached her when she
came home from work.
"Er...ah...Linda can we...ah...talk about...ah you know...
tomorrow?" I stuttered and stammered for an explanation as to why
I thought it was a bad idea. " Linda I don't think I can do
this...go out to a...a...bar all dressed up. I really don't want to
go and..."
"Forget it Danielle. We are going, you and I together. Never mind
Debra, I have it all planned. You need to be out and about in
public. I want you to do things normal people do. So you are going
to get dressed and we are going to SWEET WILLIAM'S. You are going
to wear what I lay out for you. I will help with your makeup and
hair and then we are going. You'll look hot! Think of this as a dry
run, a kind of practice run if you will. I'll show you how women
pick up men and then tease them to get them in a state. It will be
fun. Just us girls... out on the make. But don't worry baby, we
won't actually do anything other than flirt tomorrow. This is just
practice and a chance for you to learn things I want you to learn.
I'll teach you how to turn them on, how to fend them off, how to
get them to do things and how you can avoid doing things... things
you may not want to do at the time. You know what I mean. Nasty
things. But you need to know the basics on how to pick up men,
honey. I want you out trolling for cock on you own in a week or two
and you have a lot to learn baby, a lot to learn. So, Pick Up 101
is about to start and you are enrolled."
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