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Getting Nailed
By Leigh
(Author: Yes, this is a "fairytale", but, don't you wish?)
Michael loved his wife. He wanted to do the, "normal", have kids
and retire together thing. One day, as he watched his wife put
nail polish on her toe nails, he looked at his own and made the
comment, "Boy, your toenails sure look healthy. Now, look at
mine. I seem to have cracked and bent nails that I have to keep
cut all the time." She, offhandedly, said, "Well, the polish I
use has nail strengtheners in it. And since I pay more attention
to keeping them clean and polished, it may cause them to grow
better. Maybe you should use some of this stuff." It was a hot
pinkish red.
"Oh, I don't think that would be O.K."
"O.K. to who? We're just talking about taking care of your
nails, aren't we?" Then she looked closely at them. "Boy, you're
right. These are in bad shape. You know what? I don't think this
polish will help strengthen them enough." She puzzled over it
and they went back to watching the television show they were
watching.
The next day, she called him at work. "Honey, remember our
talking about your nails? Well, I went into a nail salon and
asked and after I described them, Marisa suggested putting
acrylic nails on them. It would clean them up and make up for
the uneven, cracking and bending that you have. They couldn't
crack and bend anymore with the hard shell on them."
He said, "Honey, we're in a discussion here and could we discuss
this at home, later?" She said it was O.K. and thought "Poor
guy, of course he didn't want to discuss it in front of other
guys.
That night, when he got home, they sat down for supper and Lisa
brought up the toenails again. He had forgotten. "Oh, yea,
that's right. What are acrylic nails, anyway?"
"They're, basically, plastic that women use to make their nails
thicker, stronger, and better shaped. Marisa says she has some
men customers, but that your nails sound like a perfect
application for them. I made an appointment for after work
tomorrow."
"Well, don't I get a say in this?" He kidded.
"Honey, I'm just trying to help with your weak nails. Don't get
so defensive."
"I'm not. I was just kidding." And he made a mental note that he
shouldn't kid anymore about it if she was that sensitive about
it.
The next day, after work, he went to the salon. When he walked
in a cute, young thing, said "We're just closing."
He told her he had an appointment with Marisa, but he would be
happy to reschedule.
She said, "Oh, that's right, she told me about it. You're the
nail job, aren't you? She got called away, but I can do you, if
that's O.K."
"Of course", and he moved over to the chair she motioned toward.
"O.K., she said, "now just relax", as she took off his shoes and
socks. "Oh, my, you have got a problem here. It may take me a
while to get done. Would you like to listen to some music in
these headsets, while I work?"
He agreed, and settled back to listen to some old fifties music.
Suddenly, he was gently shaken awake. "Sir, Michael, I'm done,
and they're beautiful, if I do say so myself!" She held up his
left hand and showed him the beautiful curved nails coming to a
rounded tip about ? inch out from his finger tips. He started to
choke on his own saliva and almost pee'd. "What, the hell, have
you done! Take them off!'
The poor girl backed away from him and, almost, too quiet to
hear, said, "But, it said, "Do nails" in the book. That's what
I did. Both your toenails and fingernails are just beautiful. I
think it the best job I've ever done."
He looked at her with a look that could melt ice a mile away and
she started to cry. He tried to calm down and said, "I'm sorry
I shouted, but you've done my fingers! I'm only here for my
toes, just to strengthen them. Please, take these off."
"I'm so sorry, sir, but I can't. This acrylic is bonded on to
the nail itself. You can't take them off. They have to grow
out."
He turned various shades of red, then, "Well, what am I going to
do. It'll take weeks to grow these out. Well, at least take the
colored polish off."
"I can't, sir, its imbedded in the acrylic. If you want to
change color, you can polish them, but I thought you'd
appreciate not having to do that."
"So, I'm stuck with these?"
"Well, I guess so. And, their my best job ever, too. I'm so
sorry, but the book didn't say toes only and the deep hot pink
I picked is so beautiful with your complexion .."
She wanted to get away from the situation and told him she'd
give it to him for free since a mistake was made. He left.
He was totally embarrassed driving home and tried to turn the
wheel and operate the signals without putting his hands above
window level. Then, he put his hands in his pockets, kicking the
car door closed with his foot. But, when he got to the front
door, he had to take one hand out and turn the knob. He rushed
in. His wife was sitting at the kitchen table and smiled when he
came in.
"You and your big ideas!", he exploded. "Look what they did to
me!"
She looked at his hands, then at his face, with the rage
rippling across it, then back at his hands. "Oh, my."
"Yea, oh my. And, they said it can't be taken off, either. Lisa,
what am I going to do?", he wailed.
"So, did they do your toes, too?"
"Who cares? They don't show! I can't go to work like this, and,
if they have to grow out, I'll lose my job. Oh, you and your big
ideas!"
She smiled. "Well, this will be a challenge for the people at
work."
He looked at her incredulously. "What do you mean? You think I
can go to work like this? Are you nuts? I hate to even think
what everyone will think. You and your salon!"
"Now, just a minute. You need to quit blaming me. I wasn't
there. I would have told them not to do the hands. How did you
let them do your hands?"
He told her about the music and how he had drifted off. She
looked at them closely, "They do look very well done, and very
pretty, don't you think?" He turned bright red and looked at
her.
"Common, Michael. What are you going to do? It's done. Actually,
I think they're beautiful. I'd like to have them. I think I'll
get some just like yours."
He looked into her eyes and teared up. He sat on a kitchen
chair. His shoulders slumped. She came over to hug him. He
sobbed. She put her finger under his chin, pulled his face up
along her boobs and mashed his head against her boobs. He
smelled her perfume. She leaned down to kiss him. He stood up.
They kissed passionately. She took him by the beautiful hand and
pulled him into the bedroom. They made love like they were on
their honeymoon!
When he awoke, he sat up, ran one hand through his hair and
opened his eyes looking at his other hand resting on his thigh.
He saw the nails and it all came flooding back. He turned
crimson, but noticed that his manhood was stirring. He
remembered last night. That was the best he could remember on a
weeknight. Then, he was back to reality. He couldn't go to work.
His wife stirred. He looked at her. She opened her eyes and
said, "Boy, if that's what happens when you have pretty pink
nails, I'm for keeping them."
He shook his head and went to take a shower. When he got out,
Lisa was sitting on the bed waiting. "We have to talk."
He sat next to her on the bed. "You have to go to work, you
know."
He looked at her like she just stepped off of the space ship.
"Are you nuts? I can't let anyone see me in these."
"So, your plan is to stay home and hide until they grow out in
6 to 8 weeks? No, honey, you can't do that. We have bills to
pay. You need your job. Besides, what can they do to you? Sure,
you have pretty pink nails, but if they tried to do anything,
it's discrimination. And if your coworkers give you any trouble,
it's the same thing. Now, I suggest you call your boss and meet
with him and explain things. Then, you can get back to work."
"It so simple for you. You don't have these nails. You don't
have to deal with coworkers avoiding you, or, whispering behind
your back. I know we have to eat. I have never let us down yet,
have I?"
He got up, finished dressing, and kept seeing those nails
flashing in his field of vision. The extra ?" of nail made it
really hard to do things, but, at least they were really thick
and strong. They were rounded on top and, almost, looked like
claws. He found that he could use them as extensions of his
fingers and, since they wouldn't break, he could push on them to
do what he needed to do. After a while, his attitude began to
change. He started to laugh, no, more of a quiet giggle, every
time he saw them. He waited until his starting time, when he
knew his boss would be there and called.
He told his boss the story. At first, his boss told him not to
come in, and suggested a leave of absence. Then, as Michael
explained about the possibility of a discrimination case, his
boss tried to suggest that Michael could wear gloves. Michael
said no. Finally, Michael gave his boss an ultimatum, he was
coming in to see him and he was, then, going to go out and get
to work like normal.
The meeting in his boss's office was attended by the Director of
Human Resources. It was decided that nothing would be done to
hamper Michael from doing his work. Mrs. Eberhart, the Director
of Human Resources, suggested that Michael's boss have a
department meeting and announce Michael's nails to everyone.
Then, Mrs. Eberhart, made sure that everyone knew that she had
an open door policy and would be glad to help with any questions
that might come up, but that Michael had her full support and
had his right to wear colored nails, as long as, it did not
impair his ability to physically perform his work.
Michael had sweat running down both sides of his chest. He had
never been so nervous in his life, even when he got married.
Finally, all the meetings were over and Michael got back to his
desk. He unrolled the next set of plans for review and, as he
traced electrical and water lines in the building plans he kept
seeing those bright pink nails. He couldn't help notice the
furtive glances, when Jerry came over to the table, leaned in,
looked at the plans, pointed and pretended to talk to him about
something in the plans. He said, "You know, Michael, I never
thought I'd see something like this. I have been in the closet
for all my life, but, thanks to you I may come out."
Michael stared at him and leaned back upright. Quietly, he told
Jerry, "Jerry, I'm not gay. I'm happily married and I would not
have done this for anything."
"Yea, I know, but you don't know how important it is that
someone has the courage to reinforce the anti-discrimination
laws and, more than that, have the courage to appear in public
with something dramatically different, like you have. I envy
you. I could never have done it, but I just might, now." He
walked back to his filing area.
Michael looked back at the plans. Ellen came over and stood and
looked at him. "Those are very beautiful, you know, where did
you have them done? I might go and check them out." Then, she
smiled. After the redness subsided from his face, he told her
Marisa's salon number.
Michael's boss came over after Jerry and Ellen left. He
apologized to Michael for their conversation on the phone. "It's
just that I don't know anyone in the city that has had something
like this happen, and you took me by surprise. Mike, you have
been a good reliable employee and I should have thought of that
instead of the trouble I thought you were making for me. It's
going to be an interesting day." His boss ran his fingers
through his hair and slightly shook his head as he walked away.
Just before lunch, Lisa called and asked how it was going. "You
know, Lisa, I've had several people come up and talk to me who
have never really said anything before. I don't like having pink
nails but, it looks like its going to be O.K."
"O.K., Michael, I'm not going to say 'I told you so.' But, there
I just did, didn't I? I'm planning something special for
tonight. Just thought I'd warn you." He blushed into the phone.
The rest of the day went by quickly. He had many people walk by
the glass doors of the building department trying to sneak a
look at his nails to see if it was true. Apparently, word had
gotten out about the discrimination laws and policies. All the
department managers were told the have quick meetings with their
staffs. As often as he could, he left his hands on top of his
desk. By the end of the day, he was almost feeling proud of
them. At least, he was feeling defiant.
When he got home, he went in looking for Lisa. He found her in
the living room on the couch. She was wearing very high black
heeled shoes, very shiny stockings, a black pleated mini skirt,
a black see through filmy blouse, and he could see a shiny black
something around her waist. She was made up so that she could
easily attract the entire male population and smelled
provocative of his favorite perfume.
"Holy, cow."
Are you calling me a cow?", she asked.
"Um, no, I, ah "
She walked over to him and said. "I'm going to give you a
choice, supper or me."
It was really no choice. What red blooded heterosexual man would
not choose her. As he kissed her and felt the silky material
under that nylon blouse, he realized that her waist was
incredibly small. And her boobs were much bigger. And it didn't
take him long to get her into the bedroom and get her
horizontal. As he roamed his hands over her, he dragged his
fingernails over the outside of the blouse on her back and felt
her shiver. She said, "Oh, that is the most wonderful feeling.
I can see why men like that." He gently pulled her skirt off and
found that she had nothing on underneath and, what's this, she
had shaved everything. When the blouse came off and, then, the
thin delicate lace bra, he manipulated her nipples every
direction possible and sucked on them, as if, he was gasping for
breath and his life depended on it. Sometime during the night,
he had rubbed his nose, chin, and licked every bit of skin he
could get to and brought her to, at least, 4 climaxes.
When he awoke at about 5 AM, he realized he was famished. He
looked at her and imagined what was under the sheet and started
dragging his nails over her back, then on her arms, then
circling her breasts and nipples. A low moan escaped her lips.
She rolled over and grabbed onto him around the neck as if he
was a life preserver and she was drowning. "You are going to
drive me nuts with those!!" Then, she reached down and started
him up again, and they took another hour before they could get
out of bed.
At last, he got up and went in to take his shower. While he was
scrapping his nails over his leg, washing it, the door opened
and Lisa stepped in. They shared the hot water relief, kissed,
hugged, then got out and toweled each other off. "I better get
going or I'll never get going." he said.
At lunchtime, he looked up and there was Lisa at the counter
looking at him with a big smile. She said, "Boy, those really
stick out don't they. Ellen walked over when she saw Lisa. She
knew most of his coworkers from past parties and Christmas
parties. Michael assumed she had come to have lunch and told her
it would be just a few minutes. While he was finishing, Ellen
leaned in and said something to Lisa. Then, Michael was done and
they left.
Lisa was wearing the same clothes as last night, except an
opaque nylon blouse. Only, when she opened her short jacket, he
could clearly see her nipples. She had "neglected" to put on a
bra, at all. He felt himself getting the beginnings. He noticed
she, now, had bright red beautiful nails just like he did. She
wore bright red lipstick to match. After they sat in the booth
at the restaurant, she slid over close to him and put her hand
under the table and felt for his erection. She smiled, "I'm so
glad. And to think this all started with the mistake of getting
you nails. I'm not wearing any underwear." Suddenly, she felt
him harden. As he looked at her, he knew he loved this woman
with all his heart. "What a tease you've become", he said.
"You're calling me the 'tease'?" And she looked right at his
beautiful bright pink nails.
"What was it that Ellen had to talk to you so quietly about?" he
asked her.
"Oh, she just told me how courageous she thought you were and
she was going to ask her boyfriend about what he would do
if...."
"Oh, boy, that's a scary thought. I don't want women testing
their men, because of me and a stupid mistake. I hope she
doesn't tell him about me and my nails."
All during the lunch she leaned toward him and darted her hand
around on his leg, then his arm, then his hand, then his leg,
again. When they finished eating, neither had eaten a lot. "I
just can't keep my hands off of you", she said. "Wait until I
get you home."
The rest of the day, all he could think of is her smell and the
way she looked, and her having no underwear on.
When he got home, she was waiting in a filmy black nylon, see
through, peignoir. Her make up was flawless and she smelled
gorgeous. The corset, from yesterday, almost looked tighter. She
pulled him into the bedroom. "What, no choice of supper or you?"
"Not this time, sweetie. Michael, would you mind if we
experiment a little?"
"We haven't been?" he chuckled.
"No, I mean, I'd like to feel you closer."
"O.K." He leaned in and held her tighter.
"No, I mean, would you, could I shave you?"
He leaned back looking at her. "Oh, have I got a beard?"
"No, silly, I want to feel your skin totally smooth against
mine."
He thought for a moment, then, he looked into her eyes, then,
down at her boobs pushed up by the corset. "Yea, I guess so, but
no one is going to know, right?"
"O.K." she said excitedly as she stripped him, grabbed his hand
and pulled him into the bathroom. She smoothed a thick layer of
pink stuff all over from his neck down, then backed up, told him
to wait, and started posing in her outfit. By the time the cream
had done its work, the posing had, too. His cock was standing at
attention. She pushed him into the shower and washed him off
paying particular attention to his crotch and the pole that was
waving at her. When he was all washed off, she grabbed his penis
and pulled him out to the bedroom. They embraced, and kissed,
and he dragged his nails over the nylon on her back. As he did,
she took hold of both sides of the peignoir and wrapped it
around his body and caressed his back with her nails. He
groaned.
"That's what it feels like to me", she said. "Here feel this."
She took off her robe and put his arms into it and put it on
him, then embraced again. It felt delicious, to him, like
forbidden fruit. Then, they dropped to the bed and went for
another few hours savoring all these new experiences.
Finally it was Friday. He went to work and the day seemed to
drag on forever. His mind was on her and what she was doing to
him. He was filled with yearning.
When he finally was able to leave, he rushed home and, almost,
ran into the house looking for her. She was in the bedroom
absolutely beautiful in her outfit, again, but this time, she
had a bright red corset, black stockings, high heeled open toed
shoes, a push up bra, and a red peignoir laying out on the bed.
He stopped. "What's all this. Do I get to choose which outfit
you wear?"
"No, this time I'm choosing what outfit you wear. This is all
for you."
He looked into her eyes. "You can't be serious. Those are
women's clothes."
"Yes, and those are women's nails and a woman's hairless body,
but both are too sexy for words. You are too sexy for words. I
love you, so much, and I want to experiment like we have been.
We have had the most wonderful week, and I want more. Please
humor me, sweetie."
He sighed. It had been an unbelievable week. He never thought he
would be doing any of this. He nodded, O.K. She was up in a
flash, helping him into the corset and pulling for all she was
worth. This was the most uncomfortable he had ever been. As she
pulled tighter, and tighter, he couldn't believe he could take
any more, then she pulled tighter, and tighter. When she
stopped, he felt like he was cut in two. He couldn't bend and
she had to put on the stockings. It felt like her hands were
encasing his entire leg when she finished. Then the other was
the same. When she stopped, it still felt like she was touching
him, oh so gently, all over, wherever his legs were covered by
the stockings. She put on the bra. It was sheer black, see
through, nylon that had circle stitching that tended to grab
onto his skin. The corset had already pushed some of his flesh
up and it stuck out above the top of the corset. When she put
the bra on, she pushed and prodded this flesh, until it filled
the cups and the stitching held him firmly in the cup. He felt
his, now, piled up skin and it felt just like tits. He stroked
them and pinched the small nipples, and generally got himself
all lathered up. She put the red nylon peignoir on him. It had
little buttons that buttoned in front. They started from between
his tits and there was a button every inch going down until they
ended just above his protruding member, which stuck out, proud
and hard, and made her laugh. She helped him put on the high
heels, and noticed that his toenails showed in the stockings in
the open toe of the shoe, just like she wanted. She stepped back
and looked him up and down, then jumped forward and embraced him
as they both fell onto the bed. She was all over him. She
touched and stroked him everywhere. Her lips were everywhere. He
had never felt so incredible before. It was like every nerve in
his body was activated and sending pleasure signals to his
brain. "How can women stand this?", he wondered.
This lasted through 4 orgasms of hers and 1 really big one of
his. She played him like a big bass fiddle. She started, then
stopped, then started, again and again, until he was almost
beside himself, then, and only then, on her forth orgasm, did
she let him burst. And he did!
He lay there in afterglow and stroked his wife in her nylon
covered body. He felt her doing the same to him. Yes, it was
after glow and they were both spent, but, somehow, they just
couldn't let go of each other.
It was, now, Saturday morning. They, both, undressed, showered
together, put on just the peignoirs and sat at the kitchen table
eating breakfast and looking at each other, smiling. She
giggled, "You are the most beautiful man in the whole world."
"Yea, right. In my nylon peignoir, hairless body and bright pink
fingernails."
"I hope you realize that I am so turned on by you all the time
that I can think of nothing else. I was in the boardroom,
yesterday, with my boss, and as I listened and took notes, I had
to keep pinching myself to keep from yearning for you." She
showed him a small bruised area on her inner upper arm. "I am so
happy, right now, to know you would do these things to make me
happy, that I want to go out an tell everyone what a sexy
husband I have."
"Well, I would hope to suggest that you not go into detail." And
he chuckled. "Listen, honey, where are you going with this. I
mean, are you going to keep going, dressing me in women's
clothes?"
"Would that be a problem? Don't you like them? I'm just doing
what turns me on, with your cooperation, of course. I guess some
women, like me, love being a woman so much and just want to
share. I never thought I'd ever be doing this. But, I've never
dreamed of being so turned on that I could orgasm 4 times in a
row. Oh, sure I've read that women are multi-orgasmic, but I
never expected to have it happen. And you are so sexy when I
dress you in these clothes. Don't you like it?"
"I'm surprised that I could ever do any of this. I always
thought my sexuality was tied to being 'the protector', 'the
strong one', and you being the soft feminine one, that I would
never have thought to do this. Maybe, I should go apologize to
that poor girl who put these fingernails on."
"No need, dear, I've already thanked her and said you were just
shocked. She understood. I think, when you go back to have your
nails redone, she'll be happy to work on you."
"I, what? You think I'm going to go back? I don't know why you
would think that."
"Oh, come on, sweetie, you want to go back to having that old
same-o, same-o, sex life, when we can live on the edge and have
a much richer sex life? I don't think I can go back. I am
enjoying you too much. I want more and more."
He was quiet. They both stared straight ahead over their coffee
cups. They both thought about what had happened in the last week
and savored the love and pleasure they had felt.
1 year later
He walked down the stone corridor. He always wondered why cities
and government offices had to have granite or marble for the
floors of the hallways. He listened to the clap, clap of his
heels on the stone. Somehow, it made him feel special inside. He
loved that sound. He walked into the office, went to his desk
and sat down. He smoothed the skirt under him as he sat, then
made sure it hadn't ridden up to expose too much of his
stockings. He liked to push the limits. If he showed the tops of
these beautiful nylon stockings he wore every so often, it made
him feel sexy. He had to wear sensible clothes during work
hours, so his blouse was cotton and covered everything, very
practical. He had kept his acrylic nails because they made him
feel sexy. They had been the beginning. He rolled out a set of
plans and leaned forward to review them. Wisps of his blond hair
were pulled forward by gravity. He loved watching his hair and
loved shaking his head and pushing it back only to have it fall
again. He knew it drove men crazy to see a woman with long hair
that she has to toss back over and over. He, also, knew that his
big butt stuck out when he leaned over like this. He was such a
tease. Every builder that came into the office flirted with him.
Most didn't know he was a man. He had never changed his name,
but they mistook it to read 'Michelle'. Sometimes they called
him by that name and he never corrected them. He took advantage
of it to play with them. Ever since they took fat from his
waist, during liposuction, and injected lots of it into his rear
end and his tits, he had gotten the figure he and his wife had
finally wanted.
He was, also, thankful that the city didn't make him an example.
The Director of Human Resources met with him regularly. She had
even started using Marisa's salon for her nails. A few in the
city government didn't like the situation, but when she had
checked with legal, the city attorney sent letters to them
suggesting that they swallow hard and leave the situation alone.
A court would definitely side with him.
Lisa had, also, had liposuction and her figure was every bit as
good as his, but it was real. She had breast augmentation and he
enjoyed every inch of it. They both had pierced nipples and had
a cone shaped metal wire that fit over the nipple areola and
forced the piercing in the tip outward stretching the areola
into a cone shape. This skin was very sensitive and, when
stretched, if it was touched or licked, it felt, almost,
overwhelmingly erotic. Of course, they couldn't wear them out in
public. Well, most of the time, anyway.
They had sex every night. She could handle it, because she was
a woman, but he had to have certain shots to increase his
staying power. The doctor had taken great care that the hormones
and other herbs contained in these shots were not enough to
cause him any erectile dysfunction. In fact, since he had
started the shots, he had been using a stretching tube and
increased in size by about 20%.
They enjoyed being together and only had eyes for each other.
They thanked the heavens for the mistake that gave him acrylic
nails so long ago.
Dani
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