An Ordinary College Sex Life 3Chapter 16 Tri Delt West
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BEING DELT WITH
By Lisa Jade
It is strange how your life has suddenly become such a mess. You still
don't fully know how it happened. You turn your gaze from the heavy
rain outside the car and look at your beautiful wife Barbara, long
black hair, and as always make-up applied to perfection. She is sitting
behind the wheel and taking you to your first job in 3 weeks.
"It's not my fault that you had to quit your job." You brace yourself
for another tongue-lashing, after all how many times did she have to
bring it up. "I do not, for the life of me understand how you could
have those disgusting pictures on your work computer. Submissive men
dressed up as sissies doing those shocking things. Really David!"
"But," You protest. In truth you did not know where they came from. All
you did was open up a file labelled "Tax Changes" in front of the
firm's most important client, who then insisted that you were to be
sacked immediately. "I was set up. You know that Barbara."
"Who would have thought that I would be married to an unemployable
accountant." Barbara said, quickly cutting off your pleas of innocence.
"Now I know you are not into that sort of stuff. After 5 years of
marriage, I know everything that you do dear. It is just as well that
my job as a full partner with my law firm, brings in enough to support
our life style. After all your wage was just becoming little more than
pocket money."
You inwardly you groan. Barbara had a real gift of making you feel
useless. You turn and stare back out at the rain, absent-mindedly
stroking your short goatee beard.
"And another thing dear," she continued rather acidly. "I'm sick of
your silly pretend beard and that stupid ponytail. You are way too
young for a mid life crisis!"
Barbara stops the car in front of a large semidetached 2-storey house.
Even though it was raining both the footpath and road were teaming with
people rushing off to work.
"Here we are at Emma and Jackie's," she said cheerfully. The girls are
your wife's best friends, and she had known them for years. "Now
remember, you are here to help them out with their Tax. Do me a favour
and just do what they ask, no fancy stuff now."
"Of course Dear," you reply leaning over to give her a peck on the
check.
"Now, you have to go around to the back of the house. They will be
waiting for you there."
"But, the rain."
You look at her face, and can see that you were expected to get out
now. "I haven't got my umbrella," you continue hesitantly. "Could you
drop me off around the back?"
"You have to be joking," She laughed. "I'm in a rush. After all I am
the wage earner here!"
Slowly you get out of the car and instantly you become soaked. It is as
if you have been hit with a bucket of icy water. Already a river of
water runs down your back. The car speeds off and you rush up the side
of the house to the back door.
Impatiently you slam your fist on the wooden door, as the rain was
quickly chilling your body. After a minute or two, the door swings open
and you are greeted by Jackie and Emma, both with large grins spread
across their faces. Red gloss lipstick from ear to ear.
"My, I just love the colour of your blue lips."
Jackie and Emma were strikingly beautiful ladies, both in their mid
forties, dressed identically in long black boots, which touched the
helms of their grey, straight, knee length skirts. Jackie was wearing a
black Angora sweater, while Emma had on the same style jumper but in
red.
"He's rather wet." says Emma.
"Soaking," replies Jackie.
Both ladies were also sporting the same type of hair cut, an Egyptian
bob with a thick heavy fringe, a precision cut that has the sides
ending an inch above the shoulders. The only difference was the colour,
Emma's hair was jet black and Jackie's was platinum blonde.
"Take your shoes off." Jackie orders you, eyeing your wretched body.
"Can I come in please?" you ask meekly.
"Take your shoes off." Emma repeated. "Then come in and stand in the
middle of the towel."
Reluctantly you pull off your shoes and socks and hand them dripping to
Jackie, who gingerly puts them straight into a large plastic bag. The
two ladies stand back and you enter a rather large laundry room. Though
the open door you spy a large burning, open fire, in what you can only
guess is the kitchen. You make sure that you are standing in the middle
of the towel and hug your cold body to try and stop your muscles from
shaking.
"Strip!" Emma says.
"Everything off... quickly now!" Jackie pipes in.
"C...c...can I have a towel please," you are chattering, shivering
uncontrollably. "H...h...have you some spare clothes?"
A plush pink towel lands on your head.
"Throw your clothes in the laundry sink," one of the ladies say, as
they both left the room. "We'll just get you something to wear."
You look around and see that you are alone. Quickly you struggle out of
the icy clothes, almost pulling off the buttons as your fingers refuse
to work. After a few minutes you are finally naked and you can start to
dry off your body. The door suddenly bursts open, scaring the shit out
of you. It is Jackie standing there, holding out a pair of pink panties
and a matching pink nylon cape.
"Here dear, put these on for starters. Then come out into the kitchen
and I'll dry your hair."
"I can't wear that." you say in disbelief.
The blonde bombshell cuts you off. "Put these on and come out into the
kitchen. Once you are dry and warm we'll find some other clothes for
you to wear. Now hurry." With that she left the room. Dry, but still
freezing, you just stand there holding the flimsy garments.
"We are waiting." Emma calls from the warm kitchen.
Embarrassed you step into the panties. They feel snug and soft. You
then throw the knee length cape around your shoulders, tying up the
collar with a large bow to hold it in place. You clutch the sides to
get warm and as the soft material rubs against your nipples, you note
to your horror that an erection is happening. You look down and see
that you have made a tent out of your pretty panties, stretching them
tight.
"We are still waiting," Jackie yells out impatiently. "I'm counting.
1...2..."
You hold the towel in front of you and walk into the kitchen. Both
ladies are in the middle of the room, smiling. Emma comes towards you
and you can see that behind her, a chair has been placed in front of
the fire.
"Silly thing," Emma says softly. "You got your top on back to front."
She pulls away the towel, then grabs the collar and moves the cape
around so the opening is at the back. Both women look at your "bulge"
and the smiles get even broader. "Come, sit down." she continues. "And
we will fix your hair."
As you sit down on the chair, Jackie pushes the folds of the cape so
that you end up sitting on most of the material. You feel restricted in
your movement, but a least you are starting to get warm.
Emma now has a hair dryer in her hand. "I will dry your hair, so just
relax. We are hairdressers, you know." She said with a wink.
"Just close your eyes.. Jackie is standing behind you and slowly
releases your ponytail. Her finger moves through your long hair,
massaging the scalp. She now has both hands on your ears, rubbing them
gently. The hair dryer brings warmth to your head and to your relief,
you feel your lower region return to normal.
Suddenly a cold piece of metal moves up against your check and you hear
a low buzzing noise. With a quick movement it moves past your ear,
stopping mid temple. You try and pull your head away, but Jackie holds
your head still, with a firm grip on your ears. You glance down and
stare in horror at the long lock of hair lying in your lap. Emma had
just shaved off you right sideburn!! What more, she has also taken the
clippers up another inch and started on your hair.
"What are you doing?" you scream out in shock. You now realize that you
are trapped. Your arms are caught under the cape and Jackie's vice like
grip on your ears, apart from now starting to hurt, held your head
steady. "Please stop, please?" you beg.
You feel the cold metal plate on your left cheek and with a flick of
her wrist you have lost your left side burn. You look down and see an
identical lock of hair float down into your lap. You try to get up, but
you cannot match the grip that Jackie has on you.
Suddenly the chair disappears from under you and you are flat on your
back staring at the kitchen ceiling. Your groin explodes with a flash
of extreme pain and you just want to roll over and be sick. Tears of
pain roll down your cheeks as you hold and try to protect your balls.
"Please..." You sob, "Stop"
"Are you going to behave now," Emma snarls. "Or do you want another
kick."
Jackie grabs you left ear and yanks you to your feet. The pain is
nearly as bad on the side of your face as in your groin.
"Please, let me go home." You cry out.
"Okay." Jackie yells. "Let's go then." With a firm grip on your ear she
marches you up the corridor to the front door.
Emma is in front and is standing with the door open.
"I need my clothes." You scream, realizing that they were about to
throw you out onto the busy footpath dressed as you were.
"No time." Emma says smiling. "Out you go."
"No...No...No..." The words flood out of your month. "Please let me
stay."
Jackie stops, only yards from the open door.
"Sorry, what did you just say?"
"Please let me stay."
"Our pleasure." Both ladies say smiling.
The front door closes and you are led back to the kitchen.
"Sit down and don't you move."
Jackie arranges the hairdresser cape around your body, while Emma
brings in a large mirror and places in front of you.
"So you can see what we are doing." Emma laughs.
You look at yourself in reflection. Thank God it was only the sideburns
gone. The missing side locks were not that noticeable, as your shoulder
length hair covers the loss. Emma stands in front of you and as you
look up, she dabs some stick stuff around your eyebrows.
"Now if you move or make a sound, we will throw you outside." She
hisses in your face. "Then everyone will know the truth about you and
sissy boys." Then with 4 or 5 quick sharp movements, that leave your
eyes watering, Emma has waxed your eyebrows. You stare in disbelief at
the mirror; they had been transformed into thin feminine lines,
identical in shape to that of your captors.
Jackie standing behind you grabs a handful of hair from the crown of
your head and brushes it up into a topknot. A thick shaft of hair now
sticks straight up. The sides, from about an inch above your ears is
combed down. She pushes you head forwards and you feel the cold blade
of the clippers buzz up you neck. The locks of hair tumble into your
lap and you start to cry. Large tears are running down your cheeks and
they drip onto the mound of shorn locks.
As the hair falls you can feel the breeze on the skin. Jackie moves the
clippers around and finishes one side, then quickly does the other. You
squeeze your eyes shut and refuse to open them.
"Alright," Jackie says, "open your eyes."
You shake you head. Jackie reaches under the cape and grabs your hand
bringing it up against the side of your head.
"Now doesn't that feel good?" You fingers touch hair stubble less than
a quarter of an inch long. She moves your hand along you and feel your
right ear standing out, unprotected. She pushes your hand back under
the cape.
"Its perm time." Emma whispers into the other ear. She undoes the
topknot and the remaining long hair falls down, free of the elastic
band. You still refuse to open your eyes, almost in a vein attempt to
squeeze off the tears. You hear a pair of scissors at work and feel
even more wisps of hair float down. You can no longer hold back any
longer and you start to sob uncontrollably.
"Now don't worry." Emma says reassuringly. "You are going to look
stunning. Now, how are your balls feeling?"
Under the cape you reach down, and touch your panties. At least you are
no longer hurting there. As you move your hand you grow hard, so you
reach into the material and like a kid you start massaging your penis,
making it moist, sticky and hard. Before you get really started, Emma
brings down the handle of the scissors on your shuffling hand, making
you stop.
You open your eyes and look in shock at the reflection. Emma is behind
you and is now efficiently putting the short "mop top" into tight
curlers. As you stare at your shorn head, more tears start to fall. The
large bundle of hair in your lap was a painful reminder of what was
once your lovely shoulder length hair.
"Don't you worry dear." Emma says cheerfully. She is totally enjoying
your humiliation. "No good crying. It won't change anything. You are
doing to look fantastic. This group of curls here will really soften
the look and set off your fine girly features. Anyway your old hair
style was so has been and not very practical."
"Hold still." Jackie has your left ear and you feel a sharp pin prick
punch through the lobe. Stepping back she is admiring her handiwork. A
long dangling silver earring is pushed through the new hole. She does
the same to your other ear, then comes around to the front.
"So..." Jackie is speaking in a very thoughtful voice, while studying
your face. "The question is do we leave the goatee?" Emma by now had
finished putting your hair into the curlers and was applying the
perming solution.
"Well dear what do you want us to do? Goatee on or shaved off?"
You say nothing, just wishing this was just a bad dream that would go
away.
"Not sure? Well we will give some thinking time." Jackie continues to
speak. "There is still such a lot more to do. Alright stand up."
Slowly you get up off the chair as Emma unties the bow at your neck and
whips away the cape. The cut hair is sent flying and you are left
exposed in your pink panties. A big wet patch is evident, which you
quickly try to hide with your hands. The ladies notice your mistake.
"Been enjoying yourself, I see." says Jackie. "Emma, could you get me a
fresh pair of underwear. You better take off your panties." Without
protest you pull them down. Jackie bends over and examines your now
shrunken penis. "Not very big is it dear." She is now laughing. "And
tell me when does a sissy have pubic hair?"
From the table Jackie grabs a can of shaving foam and an old fashion
cut throat razor. You think about moving, but Emma is now by your side,
a large bundle of clothes in one arm, the other hand already resting on
your ear ready to twist. Your groin is buried under a mound of white
fluff. Jackie finds your soft, scared symbol of manhood and holds is
steady between her thumb and forefinger.
"Don't move," She is laughing. "Gee, I hope I do not slip. Although I
personally think that the change would be good for you. What do you
think, sweet Emma?"
"Do it!" Emma replies. You close your eyes and wait for the pain to
come. Jackie starts shaving, scrapping away your pubes. You open your
eyes, with a wave of relief passing through your body. Jackie then
starts on your scrotum and quickly another area is left naked and
hairless.
"Done," Jackie declares and gets up. "Follow me." She walks away to
another door, which opens up, into a plain white bathroom. "Stand on
the bath mat and hold your hands up in the air."
Totally defeated, you do as you are instructed and lift up your arms.
Jackie is now wearing a pair of rubber gloves and is squeezing a thick
white paste out of a tube and into her hands. Slowly she rubs it onto
your chest. Once that was done, she continues with the rest of your
body, working from the neck down. It makes your body hair mattered and
sticky, and your skin tingle as it is left on.
"You must be sick of being naked." Jackie speaks to break the silence,
while industriously spreading the cream. "But it's alright, because
Emma and I have some wonderful clothes for you to wear. Now what is
your favourite colour?"
You know that she is trying to make you feel better, but you are just
too embarrassed, too humiliated, too ashamed, angry, confused and all
mixed up with another hundred different emotions. You do not answer.
"Now don't you start sulking, we are only doing what your mummy has
asked us to do." Jackie continues to speak. "Any way, I know that you
are just loving this. So what is your favourite colour? Is it red,
pretty pink, sapphire blue or sunshine yellow?"
"Black!" you mumble.
Jackie's hand is on your balls again. With her powerful squeeze, you
buckle up as fresh tears of pain spring to your eyes. That dull
sickening ache returns and you want to vomit.
"You were saying?" Jackie snaps back.
"Yellow...yellow...I love yellow." You are gasping.
"Good." and the pressure releases.
The paste has now been spread all over your body. Emma enters and
places a plastic cap on your head, which covers the rollers. Jackie
starts the shower. "In you get."
You don't realize how cold you are until the warm spray hits you. The
shaving foam clears away instantaneously to reveal totally bald under-
carriage. Emma hands you a loafer sponge and yells, "Scrub."
You rub the abrasive material up against your body and to your horror,
your hairy chest disappears. In a panic you drop the sponge. Now you
notice that as the water hits your flesh any hair is just flushed off.
With no will power left you start to cry again.
"Pick up the sponge and scrub!" One of the ladies yell at you. "We want
your body soft and fresh."
You get the sponge and start to rub. Without any hair, your skin feels
alive and wonderful. Emma turns off the water and pulls you out of the
shower.
"Kneel," she barks, which you do. The plastic cap is pulled off and the
curlers are quickly removed. It is such a relief, to feel your scalp
relax. The shower is turned back on and a bottle of shampoo appears in
your hand.
"Get back in and wash your hair, dear." Which, of course is what you
do.
Your head feels alien to touch. The soft stubble on your neck and side
are a stark contrast to the mass of curls on top. You finger the sides,
vainly trying to pull down the hair to cover your ears. The tears are
still falling and you wish you could gain some control. The truth is
you feel miserable.
It is now that you have your last thought of defiance. "Damn them," you
think. "No way am I going to shave off my goatee. That will spoil the
fun." These thoughts give you strength and you actually are able to
stop crying.
Hair washed, the shower stops and you step out. A warm towel is wrapped
around you as the ladies start to dry you off. You relax, as they are
now being gentle to you. Your skin is now so smooth and tingling and
the soft rubbing is so nice. At any other time you know that you would
be enjoying this. The drying ritual finishes too soon. Emma takes you
over to the sink and hands you a safety razor. She says one word,
"Goatee."
You swallow, knowing this is where you finally make your stand. You are
just about to mouth the word "No" when you see yourself in the wall
mirror. Your new "short back and sides" haircut blends in beautifully
with the wonderful pile of curls perched on the top of your head. This
cut captures the grace of your long neck and small ears. The dangling
earrings and pencil sharp eyebrows look perfect. Except for your
goatee! You are standing there for minutes, admiring how different you
look. The sink fills up with water and without protest you shave your
face clean. The goatee is now gone forever and with it, the will to say
"no". With the last stroke of the razor, the ladies cheer and help you
clean up your face.
"I am so proud of you dear," Emma says leading you back into the
kitchen. She gives you a quick peck on the cheek. "Let's get you
dressed."
You are standing in the middle of the kitchen again. It had been tidied
up, with piles of clothing laying on the table and chairs. A pink
garter belt is put around your waist. Attached to this was a pink satin
sheath, which was pulled over your penis, fitting it snugly. Emma
standing behind you, reaches down between your legs and catches the two
long ribbons that are attached to the end of the sheath. She suddenly
pulls them firmly, up and toward her, twisting the now soft organ
backwards. She ties the strings to the back of your belt, effectively
tucking away your balls and penis.
"Look, sissy girl." Jackie giggles with delight.
When you glance down, your male tackle is gone, a pink satin line
highlighting where everything should be. Your buffed pubic area did
indeed look very ladylike. You could feel yourself getting hard, but
there was no way you could get an erection.
"So dear, where shall we start?"
"Panties." Emma answers, holding out a pair pink shiny satin
undergarments, covered in lace.
You step into them, surprised at how nice they feel, especially as they
slide along your silky, smooth legs. Emma pulls them into place and
starts to tease you by rubbing her palm against the area where your
penis once was. "So smooth." she whispers.
"Sorry. No boobs, no bra." Jackie says mischievously, dancing her
fingers over your hairless chest. She grabs hold of your nipples, each
between her thumb and forefinger and squeezes them hard, sending a
shudder of excitement through your body. These ladies were trying to
turn you on, when you could lest respond. Jackie gets a pink lacy
camisole with shoestring straps and you instinctively raise your arms
so she can put it on you.
Meanwhile, Emma is at your feet, putting your legs into your stockings.
They glide up your legs, gossamer bindings in white, with a hint of
yellow. Emma clips them on to your garter belt, putting her hands up
each leg of your panties, to make sure they fasten through the legs, so
you can easily pull your underwear down. Jackie now picks up the dress.
In her hands it is a bundle of yellow Taffeta and white lace.
"Bend over Dear and hold out your hands as if you are going to dive
into water." Jackie instructs you. Again you do as you are told and are
instantly enveloped in a tube of Taffeta. You feel dizzy, light headed,
almost on a high. Your arms are fed through tight holes and when your
head emerges you are wearing a dress. You shake your head and enjoy the
feel of your girlie curls bouncing around. Both Emma and Jackie move
around you pushing the dress into shape. The buttons along the back are
fastened, the large bow at the back tied, sleeves puffed out and skirt
straightened.
"Nearly done." Jackie says breathlessly. "Just step into the
petticoat."
A ball of the fluffiest, softest material is put in front of you and
you gingerly step into the middle of it. It is pulled up by Emma, who
lifts up your skirt and ties it in place.
"The shoes, the shoes." Emma squeals excitedly. You feel your feet
being pushed into tight fitting narrow shoes and as you move to get you
balance you nearly fall due to the high angle of the heels. You try and
peer down at them, but your as your skirt is flaring out, the view is
blocked.
"Close your eyes now and blow me a kiss." Jackie says. You do, and
lipstick is carefully applied to your puckered lips. Around you there
is movement and rustling. Now you just want to open your eyes.
"1...2...3...Open."
A flash goes off and there in the mirror is a beautiful girl in yellow,
looking scared and frightened. It is you fully dressed. You become
breathless as you admire yourself, not fully believing what you are
wearing.
Yellow 4 inch patent leather high heel shoes.
Dusty yellow stockings that highlight your long smooth legs.
The dress, in sunburst yellow Taffeta with a fitted bodice that hugs
your chest. It is pulled back by a large yellow bow that sits on the
back of your skirt. A high lace collar frames your neck and almost has
the appearance of a lace choker. The sleeves are large balls of the
same taffeta, ringed with lace and tapering to a tube at the level of
the mid forearm. From your waist the mid thigh skirt extends, flaring
out at almost 90 degrees due to the many layers of the soft lacy
petticoat.
You stare at your face, with your red glossy lips and wonderful hairdo.
You really do look beautiful. It is too much for you and you feel large
tears build up and slowly run down your cheeks.
"There, there." a voice is saying. "Don't cry, my pretty baby." You
turn and it is Barbara, smiling at you.
You scream and try to cover up your clothes with your hands.
"They made me do it." You croak.
"No, they did it for me." Your wife says. "I've always wanted a sissy
husband and you know that I always get what I want."
"But..." You try to speak.
"I was the one who put those photos in your report. I set you up so
that you would get the sack. Now I have a little plaything for home."
Barbara was clearly enjoying telling you her secret. "But come here
Dear, I think you need a big reward."
Barbara kneels down in front of you and disappears under your cloud of
petticoats and skirt. You feel your panties slide down your thighs. The
ribbon tied on to the garter belt is released and your semi-erect
member flicks forwards. The sheath is then removed.
"Just enjoy." You hear Barbara's muffled voice. "Then we will go home."
Under your skirt you feel your wife's head moving. Then as her lipstick
touches the head, your shaft grows rigid and large. She slowly sucks on
your penis. Her tongue flicks around and you become so, so wet. Jackie
and Emma rush forwards to hold you up, fearing that the intensity will
make you faint. The movement of your wife frame makes the Taffeta dress
swish, as she rocks backwards and forwards milking you with her mouth.
Suddenly you explode and Barbara sucks harder, lapping everything up.
It is a good thing that the ladies are there to support you.
The intensity decreases and finally Barbara stops. The sheath is placed
back on and you panties are pulled back up. Barbara emerges out from
under your dress and grabs a hand towel to wipe her face. Her skirt is
hitched high on her hips and you notice that she moves awkwardly to the
table, slightly bent over. Her lipstick is smudged and has a glazed
look on her face. Then you realize why. She has her left hand down her
g-string, 2 fingers in her vagina with her thumb still working hard
moving her clit. Emma goes over to her and starts giving her a full
passionate kiss. After 5 minutes of intense work, Barbara gets her self
there letting off a loud satisfying groan.
"That was good." She says smiling. Turning to Emma and Jackie she then
continues. "Well done. You have performed a miracle. I just love what
you have turned my husband into."
Composing herself, Barbara gets up and straightens her clothes. "I
suppose we should go home. I will drop off my sissy husband again next
week for more training. We should be ready to start the laser treatment
for permanent hair removal. Starting on the face of course!"
She walks up to the mirror and fixes her make-up.
"Let's go." Barbara grabs your hand and leads you over to Emma and
Jackie. She kisses them both, fully on the lips, passionate and
probing, the type shared between lovers.
"Thank your hosts."
"Thank you Emma, thank you Jackie."
"Our pleasure," they reply, giggling like schoolgirls.
Still holding your hand, Barbara marches up the corridor towards the
front door.
You try and stop her.
"I can't go out looking like this," You protest.
"You can and you will. I've parked out on the front street, so let's
go!"
"But everyone will see me."
Barbara turns and smiles.
"Get use to it Dear," and drags you out into the front yard.
Becky
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