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Clarissa, Part 3 by Alamo Preacher [Warning. This is an adult story with some strong sexual content. It is not intended for and should not be read by minors. It is also not intended for anyone who believes that men are men, women are women and that's the way things should always be. It is concerned with themes of male transvestism, panty fetishism, male submission, female domination, and the like. It does not contain any kind of violence nor does it depict children under the age of consent] This story Copyright (c) Alamo Preacher 2006. contact [email protected] Please do not copy or distribute without this notice. In previous chapters, Psychiatrict Jenny has become intrigued with the alternaive lifestyle of one of her patients, Clarissa Jones. Jenny has becgun to sexualky dominate her husband Dan, a change which he seems to enjoy enormously. At the end of the second part of this story, (Sessions 1 to 10) Jenny has allowed Dan to arrange for her to sleep with another man in a few days time. Later she has asserted her loving dominance of him by making love to him with a strap on dildo, which he adores. Session Eleven Danny fell asleep before I did. After I'd fucked him a second time, he was just exhausted and he just rolled over and fell asleep, not even bothering to pull his panties back on. I hadn't had a smoke since the previous evening, but I felt like one again. I didn't want to smoke in bed, so I pulled on a nightgown and padded downstairs in by bare feet. I hadn't removed the strap-on, and it wobbled in front of me, poking a tent in the satin gown as I walked. For whatever reason, I didn't want to take it off. 'Penis envy?' The stray thought wandered across my mind. Was I expressing a masculine side to myself? Was I frustrated with the limitations of my sex? Hardly though. I loved being a woman. I loved men, their directness, their lust. I loved the way they looked, hairless, muscled chests, taught abdomens, firm chins, piercing eyes. I loved being held, being admired, being wanted, desired. I loved feeling feminine, submissive even at times. I loved dancing and being lost in my partners arms. No, I wasn't becoming a man, but I was letting my love of feminine things be expressed in a different way again. I had had a very sheltered upbringing. My family owned a farm in quite a remote part of England, and I was an only child. I'd grown up very much as a tomboy and quite a lonely child. My parents were quite old-fashioned and pretty strict. I hadn't had a boyfriend and making any kind of friends had been difficult, since we lived so far from any other children. When I first went to college I reveled in my new-found freedom. Since I attended a college far from home, I lived away from my parent's gaze for long periods, and I was able to be as wild as I liked. Not that I went crazy, but for the first time, I was able to do as I liked. I had had a job working in a bar, and had my own money as well as my student grant. For work, I was expected to be smart, even feminine, wear a fairly short skit and keep up my appearance. I loved the attention I got, and was amazed at how people's reactions to me changed the more care I took in how I looked. Mixing with all kinds of people broadened my experience and, since the wider world was so new to me, once my initial shyness and trepidation was overcome, I found I had few barriers to new experience. I was interested in boys of course, and had no problem in attracting attention, but I found most of my peers in college rather immature and silly. Helen was different. She was a couple of years older than I was and seemed terribly sophisticated and glamorous. I suppose I fell a little in love with her straight away and we became very close friends, as only teenage girls can do. Helen and I had lived together, and almost immediately we became lovers. I supposedly had my own room, but from the start, we slept together. She was a 'real' lesbian, but occasionally would toy with boys, inviting them to come home with her, only to tease and reject them. Our relationship was also a little dysfunctional. Since I couldn't or wouldn't commit to being a lesbian, we never really had a formal relationship at all, but slept together and professed love for each other, while still seeing other people. I couldn't give up seeing boys, and would feel guilty about sleeping with them, and she would occasionally see other women. In retrospect, I suspect that she did this to punish me for being unfaithful to her, but she was too insecure and proud to admit it. Still, we loved each other in our own way, and explored our own and each other's sexuality together for years, until we eventually broke up. With Helen, it had been different. She was submissive and very needy emotionally. She loved the attention and reinforcement that came from submission. I wished now that I had been more willing to give her what she needed. She'd often asked me to spank her, even to tie her up, all part of her desire to be affirmed. My sleeping with men must have hurt her a lot, but she never complained or reacted harshly. On the occasions when she would sleep with another girl, she would do it so openly and brashly that it was at least partly for show that she didn't completely depend on me. But when they would leave, she would talk badly about them behind their back, saying they were poor in bed, had bad hygiene or some other put-down, partly to reassure me that she still needed and wanted me, despite the affair. These memories, long filed away came flooding back to me as I sat in the kitchen, sipping a glass of wine. I felt totally awake now, and at a loss of what to do. Suddenly I remembered that I had promised to call Clarissa and I hadn't yet done so. I padded into the living room and picked up the hand free phone. She answered quickly. "Were you waiting by the phone?" I asked. "I told you I would." She giggled. "No, really?" I asked."Well, not all night, but yes, I was waiting." "Sorry it's so late." I said, but she broke in. "It's okay, I guessed you'd have to see to Dan. Did he like his presents?" "Did he? He surely did." I replied. "He just adores clothes, I can't understand it." "Gary's the same. He's wearing a little mini-skirt right now." "Is he there?" "Of course. He's doing the ironing in front of me. Are you getting Danny to do the housework too?" "Yes, a little." I admitted. "He seems to like it so far. Can Gary hear you talking?" "Yes, he can, the little slut. He's sticking his tongue out at me, the minx. He's only wearing the mini-skirt to provoke me into spanking him." I laughed. "And will it work?" "Probably. He just looks so cheeky when he wears it, I feel obliged to put him in his place. What did you do with Dan this evening? Is he listening too?" "No, he's asleep. We had a meal, and then we went to bed. I think I wore him out." Clarissa laughed. "And you're still up prowling around? I wish I was there. What are you wearing?" I hesitated, almost embarrassed to admit it. "Not much. A pair of black stockings, a black basque, my satin nightgown, and....." "... Jesus what a picture. What else" "...and a strap on." "Oh my god. You're sitting there with a strap on? I really do wish I was there. Jenny, can you be the same Doctor who admonished me when I told her I spanked my husband." "I feel like I have become my evil twin." She laughed. "Or maybe you really were your evil twin all along, and you've only now revealed yourself in all your sexy glory." I laughed. "Maybe. Which would make you my evil sidekick, right?" "Yeah, I like that. Encouraging you to ever more sinful deeds." "So, when are we going to meet up again? I've arranged to meet Frank on Tuesday, which is only a couple of days away. Would you want to meet before or after?" "Oh before, of course. I can't wait that long. How about tomorrow evening. I'd love for you both to come over here and eat with us. We don't have to do anything wild. Oh, wait, hang on." I could hear Gary talking in the background. "..Okay, Gary's saying that he'll go out if he would make you or Dan nervous, at least the first time you come over." "Oh, no. No. I'd hate to throw him out of his own house. But anyway, like you say, we can just visit socially, right? We don't have to do anything, eh, unusual?" "Sure, sure. Gary will cook and we'll just chat and do couple stuff. Okay?" "Okay." "But hold on there a second Jenny. What was this you were saying about seeing Frank? Is that going ahead already?" "Ehh. Yeah. In fact I asked Dan if he would invite him over, and he did." "Oh wow! that was a good idea. I like that. Gary, did you hear that. Jenny got Dan to invite Frank over to see her. Isn't that nice? He's nodding. Hmmm. I think you're making him jealous. He's pretty keyed up, because he hasn't had a chance to come in, in... how long is it now honey? Four Days? Ha, that's nothing. Maybe that's why he's so keen to be spanked, just for the relief." "Too much information Clarissa. I don't need to hear this." "Okay, well let's say tomorrow evening about seven. Gary should have food ready by then. Dress up now!" "We will." I said, and with a goodbye, we hung up I smiled to myself at the thought of Clarissa lounging on the sofa while Gary did the ironing in front of her. he was probably happy to do it as long as he could wear a skirt while performing his chores. I still wasn't sleepy, in fact I was all fired up. I wanted Dan, but would have felt guilty about waking him - it was getting close to midnight now. I padded over to the computer and turned it on. It occurred to me that I had never finished looking at Clarissa and Jenny's site. I browsed back to where I had found it and soon I was transfixed again, reading Clarissa's fantasy and looking at the pictures. What she had written was a fantasy scene where she discovers her boyfriend wearing one of her dresses. Each page showed a picture with accompanying text around it. I suspected the pictures were taken in a photographer's studio rather than either of their homes, since the scene had a "staged" quality. The lighting and framing was perfect though - Clarissa's professionalism was very evident. Before, when I'd first discovered her site, I had been too blown away by it all to explore the whole thing. Now, I noticed that there were other links on her page. An "emails" icon at the top caught my eye. I clicked on it and it opened a list of messages which Clarissa had received from visitors to her site. Most were just short, complimentary messages, but some were more detailed - asking Clarissa to photograph particular scenarios or with particular outfits. Clarissa had replied publicly to many of these, and her teasing manner made me realise that she had quite a mischievous, exhibitionistic side to her. I was also surprised to see messages to and from Gary, mostly complimenting him on his beautiful partner or jealously wishing to be in his shoes. His replies meekly acknowledged his privileged position, and accepted the compliments on behalf of his wife, while giving away no actual details about himself. I decided to send in a question myself. I registered at the site using a pseudonym - sissylover - and sent a public message to Gary. "Dear Gary, I have recently discovered my husband's sissy desires, and while I've enjoyed exploring his submissive nature with him so far, I still want to know more. Do you think he might enjoy a very slight amount of public humiliation. I don't mean by revealing anything overt to anyone, but perhaps I might be a little more assertive and forceful in front of our friends, ask him to take a more submissive role - cooking, fetching and carrying when we have friends over. I would be subtle, but forceful enough so people might notice a shift in our, heretofore very standard, relationship. Do yo think this might be something he would enjoy, or perhaps we should entirely keep our sub-dom relationship between ourselves? Obviously, I should ask my husband first, but I was hoping to find some insight before broaching the subject with him. Thanks, Sissylover." I was still wide awake, but I wanted to be fresh in the morning, so I stalked back upstairs to bed. I discarded the strap-on and slipped in beside Dan. I curled my arms around him, savoring the feel of his little cami top wrapped around his male body. I snuggled in behind him, and although I though it would take ages, I fell asleep quite quickly. The following day, I took my time about telling Dan that we would be visiting Clarissa and Gary that evening. It being Sunday, I lazed in bed for a while after Dan had got up and brought me my breakfast in bed. I read for a while, and luxuriated in being pampered, and let Dan wear some more of my clothes while he helped with the housework. As I watched him busy himself around me, it occurred to me again that I wanted Dan to be as good looking as he could. I wondered at my desire to make him pretty. It was partly a feeling of pride - I wanted him to be as good looking as possible because he was mine, my man, even as a woman. Partly too I just wanted to dress him, almost like my doll, and partly too, because he looked a little silly in my clothes, and I wanted to accentuate what was girlish and feminine about him to even out his male "gawkiness". In short - I wanted him to look his absolute feminine best that evening at Clarissa and Gary's. Not necessarily passing, but certainly sexy and desirable in a feminine way. As I thought about what I might do to improve his look, I found myself wanting him more and more. As he worked, he was wearing a pair of light blue hot pants of mine that I rarely had occasion to use. He'd dug them out of some of my holiday clothes when I'd given him permission. Clearly he'd remembered and liked them on me, and wanted to try them on himself. On top, he wore a little cami top - nothing more than a slip that came down to his midriff. As usual, he'd done very little with his hair - just pulled it back with a band, and he wore no jewelry nor makeup. Also, his shoes were wrong, just a pair of sneakers over a pair of pop socks. He just hadn't a clue, and he seemed to chose clothes by how they felt rather than by how they looked. I had a certain dilemma of course. To be right, his hair would need to be done professionally, and I wasn't sure about how far I wanted to take that. Also, to get good clothes, I would need either to bring him to a clothes shop and see him try things on, or else get them specially made. Either of these options seemed almost certain to involve some public dressing for Dan, or at least some uncomfortable situations. I wouldn't have minded that, as long as we were discreet about where we went, but I wasn't at all sure about how Dan would feel about it. Then it occurred to me that Jenny must have had this same dilemma, and I remembered that there were links on her site to places that catered for transvestites. I went to the PC, visited her site and in a few minutes I'd found a couple of recommendations for nearby specialist clothes stores who catered for men. As I'd searched, I'd decided not to worry about Dan. I'd told him I was going to lead and that's what I would do. I strolled into the kitchen where he had finished getting our evening meal ready and was now washing up the bowls and pans he'd used. I stalked up behind him and put my arms around his waist. He flinched in surprise. I buried my lips in the crook of his neck. "Mmmm. Mumsie hubby." I purred, breathing in his smell. My hands snaked into his soft hot pants and I found his cock springing to stiffness in his little panties. "How's my little housewife doing?" I asked. "Oh, Jenny. I know it may sound weird, but it's fantastic. Whenever I feel myself getting a little bored with the housework I just remember how lovely it is to be wearing your clothes or steal a little look at you and it all becomes wonderfully fulfilling all over again." "Hmmm. And were you hoping I was going to come in and play with you a little?" He didn't answer, just squirmed in my hands. I pressed my lips against his ear, licked it a little. "Is that what you wanted? Prancing around in front of me in your little hot pants? Wanted me to fuck you? Huh? Little wifey? Want me to fuck you? Is that it? Wanted to get fucked?" All he could do was just sigh, and I reveled in how delicious it was to have him like this. Before, initiating sex was a hit and miss affair, Dan would rarely get it right, and when I felt like sex, he would sometimes be too tired or unable to perform. Now, it seemed we were both hornier than we had ever been and when I wanted him, I only had to let my desires known. He pushed his ass back to me, rubbing it against me. I'm not sure if he even realised how primaly effeminate the movement was, how arousing to me. Only the other night I'd mad love to his ass and he wanted it again. I wanted it too. I'd begun to really enjoy the outward expression of my dominant role and loved reinforcing it with Dan by taking him in this most basic way, fucking his ass with my dildo, holding him down as I pistoned into him. I took him by the hand and led him upstairs. He followed meekly, trailing my steps to the bedroom. I didn't speak again until I had penetrated him, and could hear his gasps get more intense as I found my pace. I started out easy. "You know you're very sexy Danny. I love the way those hot pants showed off your ass." "Oh, God. I love wearing them." "Mmmm. Yes, they really do make you fuckable. But you know, you could look a lot sexier. You just need to get the right clothes." His eyes locked on mine, his mouth open. "I'm going to take you to a little boutique. You're going to get measured for your own proper dresses and skirts." "Oh god Jenny, do you....?" He trailed off a little, I wasn't sure if he was unsure of what he was intending to say or if he was just lost in the sensation of my slow rhythmic fucking. "Oh, Jenny. I'll do whatever you say. I know you'll keep me safe." I grinned. That was exactly the right answer. I wondered if I should spank him to show him how pleased I was with him. All the behavioral psychology I'd learned in college reminded me that if I wanted him to behave like this, all I had to do was reinforce his behaviour when he pleased me. And he pleased me a lot. I shifted my position a little to get closer to his face, and to let me easier access to him. "Yes, you'll do whatever I say, won't you honey. Because you know that I'm better at making all the decisions. Isn't that right?" "Yes Jenny." "You know that I won't let anything bad happen to my little Danny, don't you?" "Yes, Jenny, I trust you. I, I can't not trust you." I smiled at this too. "Yes, that's right. Sissy husbands who do the housework and need to be fucked need to be trusting, don't they. They need to know that their wife is looking after them, don't they?" "Yes." "And how do they know that they're being looked after?" "By getting fucked." "Yes, by getting fucked. Now tell me how it is, Danny." And the words flowed out of him. "Danny is the sissy hubby. He needs his Jenny to love him and fuck him, and make all the decisions. I'm too weak to do anything but let you lead me. And you're so strong and powerful, you have to be the one in charge." "Yes...." "And you're so, so good to me. I love you so much..." "Yes, and what else?" "And I need to be taken in hand. I disappoint you. I'm not pretty and I look silly." That wasn't right at all. I stopped. "No, no you don't disappoint me, and you're wrong to say so. I love you and you don't look silly. You know that. You look so sexy that I wanted to fuck you so bad that I had to have you. Isn't that right?" He squirmed a little. "I, I suppose so." "You suppose so?" I became firmer. "Now, what had we agreed? Who is in charge in our relationship?" He knew the answer to that, alright. "You are Jenny." "Yes. Does it look like I think you're silly. Does it?" He glanced along my body, at the dildo, still buried in his ass. At my bra and panties and suspenders and stockings. "No, no it doesn't." "No. Now, I can't have you contradicting me Danny. I want to buy you nice clothes, and I get back chat and demands that I explain myself. Maybe you're just looking for compliments, is that it?" "No, no Jenny." "I think it is, I think you just like to hear how I love you and hear how sexy you are and that you say these things to make me have to contradict you." "No, no, I promise." "Okay, I'm not angry. Now, lets hear no more about it. Go on, and tell me how it is." He continued, hesitant and nervous, but more sure of himself as I resumed my strokes into him. "I, I need you to help me. To help me to look my best for you." I nodded. "I need you to show me how to be a better wife for you." I liked that. As he talked I intensified my pace and soon his eyes were rolling and his voice was reduced to a whisper. He came, the milky liquid pooling on his belly and drenching his little cami top. When he was done, I rolled onto my back and let him lick me to my own orgasm slowly. Session Twelve When we were done, I explained about the boutique. How it catered specially for sissy men like him and how they would be able to fit him for clothes better than an ordinary shop. I could tell he was intrigued by the sound of it, and later, as we lay snuggled together, I told him about the visit to Clarissa's house that evening. He was excited at the prospect. Strangely he seemed more keen to see Gary than Clarissa. "Do you think he'll be dressed too?" He asked. "I don't know. I suppose so." I said. "He told me before, at that party that he and Clarissa sometimes go away to a private hotel in the south of France that caters for Sub-Dom couples. It's very discreet apparently, and there's a lot of couples who stay there." "Would you like to try something like that?" "Maybe. I'd certainly like to find out more about it." The thought intrigued me too. We spent the rest of the morning tidying up and having a light lunch. Once we were done, Dan changed into his men's clothes and we got into my car. I drove into town and located the street where the 'Discreet Boutique' was located. From the front there was nothing to see, just a doorway into a three story commercial building. Inside, there was a list of businesses. The Boutique was listed on a nondescript plaque, simply saying that it was on the top floor. We rode the lift in silence. Each wondering what it would be like. We stepped out of the lift into a plush lobby area. Immediately I knew that I'd made the right choice, although, from the high quality furnishings and artistic prints on the wall, I wondered what the bill for their services might be. The lift had made a dinging noise, which brought out the manageress. She was a short woman, pretty but clothed in a formal looking dress and jacket. She was in her mid forties, greying a little, but still very attractive. "Good afternoon." She said. "Do you have an appointment?" "Oh, I'm sorry, I don't." I replied. "Is one necessary?" "No, not at all, I have time available. Why don't you both step into my office and we'll see what we can do for you." She showed us both into a small room, which as far as I could see, betrayed no hint of whatever services the business might provide. We sat on easy chairs around a little coffee table and the woman, who introduced herself as Mrs. Clark, fetched a pad and pen and sat down with us. "First, may I ask how you found us?" She asked. "Well, on the internet I suppose." I replied. "Your details were on a site owned by a friend of ours, Clarissa Jones." She nodded in recognition, but betrayed no other information. "And what is it you are looking for?" I glanced at Dan. He nodded, in an encouraging way, but didn't speak, leaving it up to me to do the talking. I supposed there were times when being the submissive had it's advantages. "Well, clothes really." I said. I decided to make it as clear as possible. "Women's clothes, for my husband Dan." I said, nodding at him. Mrs. Clark nodded in understanding, but remained as impassive as ever. I went on. "I think I'd like to get a couple of outfits. Something reasonably formal - maybe suitable for entertaining, and then some blouses, skirts and dresses, suitable for outfits for around the house or shopping, that kind of thing." "I see. And Does Dan have any clothes already?" She asked, nodding at my mute partner. "No, he just borrows mine." She nodded again, making notes on her pad. "Yes, and they won't be suitable, at least not in the fit. Can I ask, does Dan have any bodyforms? Does he use any padding?" I noticed she only spoke to me, although she glanced at Dan and smiled. "No, not as such. Do you do that kind of thing as well?" "Yes, we supply clothes of course, but really, fitting bodyforms is what we specialise in. They really need to be tailor made you see, and fitted. Can I ask also, are you intending to have or have you had any cosmetic surgery?" I was a little taken aback at that, but all the same the psychiatrist's part of my brain noted the way she framed the question, to both of us, as if having surgery was a thing 'we' would do, although presumably only Dan would have the surgery done. "No, no we weren't." I glanced at Dan. His eyes were wide, but I couldn't tell what he was thinking. "I see, that's fine. And what about hormones? I ask, because obviously, over time, they can change the shape of the body." I shook my head again. "Okay, so just fitting for clothes, and bodyforms?" She asked. "Actually, we hadn't really discussed that. Dan, would you like to try?" He spoke up. I was surprised at how calmly he took all this, and how nonplussed he seemed. "When you say bodyforms, do you mean breasts?" "Yes, that's the most common, but there are also forms that can be made for the rear also, the thighs, almost any part of the body. And also, what I still like to call foundation garments are strictly speaking bodyforms, which can alter the body shape, especially the waist. If you want to try breast forms, then I would recommend at least a cincher to accentuate the hips - it gives a more natural shape. You can try some to see what you think if you like?" We glanced at each other, and nodded in unison. She passed a sheet of paper to me. "Here's a price list which should give you an idea of the guidelines. Fitting can cost extra, but I think your partner will be able to use a fairly standard size. Clothing of course varies, but we compare very favorably to the high street and of course, discretion is what we specialise in. You have a look at that, and I'll get some samples ready. Are you shaved?" The last was directed to Dan. Since he'd spoken the embargo on addressing him directly seemed to have lifted. "My legs, yes, and I have very little hair on my chest." "It'll still all have to come off." She said. "But don't worry, we can do that here." She left, presumably to get things ready in one of the other rooms off the foyer. Dan looked at me and gave me the biggest smile. "Thank you." He whispered and I knew I'd done the right thing. Soon Mrs Clark returned and showed us into a small fitting room. There was a sink and some chairs as well as racks of clothes and other chests of drawers. She left us while Dan shaved his chest hair and when he was done she returned with a tray containing various sizes of breastforms, measuring tapes, gel and glue. The fitting took a while and while she carefully measured Dan and checked his skin tone against various samples, I browsed the clothes they had available. As well as a fairly wide selection of standard clothes - dresses, skirts, blouses and tops. they also had a variety of sexier lingerie and even costumes - nurses, sexy devil outfits and the like. I took out a selection of various items for him. Soon Mrs Clark was finished. "You're in luck." She said. "I have some sizes which will fit Dan already and I can match his skin tone very closely. Let's try them out and see how they look. If necessary I can have a pair made specially, but I don't think it'll be necessary." "So, Dan." She continued. "Which size would you like?" On the tray there now remained just two sets. One was large, a D cup, the other, a more modest B or close to it. Dan looked at me. "Let's try the larger pair first." I said. "If they look okay then we'll keep them." Dan looked very excited. I could tell that that was what he was hoping for. It seemed strange that while I'd never considered that he was very fond of large breasts that he should be so excited about having a large pair himself. The forms were fitted with a clear plastic jelly-like strap that went around the back, and also with glue directly onto the chest. Mrs. Clark pointed out that they were of a realistic weight and consistency. "They'll pull quite heavily, so the glue has to be strong. It's not particularly easy to remove, you need to use warm soapy water. I can show you how to do it if you like and you can do it at home?" "No." I said. "Let's try them here, I want to see how the clothes will fit with them on." That would leave us with a problem of returning to the car, which was parked fifty yards away from the door of the shop. I decided that we'd cross that bridge when we came to it. Mrs. Clark spread the glue carefully on the form, showing us both how much was needed and taking particular care to cover every inch of the flat surface. She attached them with great care, getting the positioning correct and then quickly clasped the strap at the back. Immediately Dan was transformed. His posture altered as he felt the weight of them hanging from him and he gasped at how they felt. Mrs. Clark fitted a simple white cotton bra that she had ready. "The glue will set completely in five minutes or so, you'll need to keep the bra on till then, but afterward you can remove it. Don't go jogging. They will stay attached under normal wear but vigorous shaking will be both sore and could loosen them. They can be also fitted with an over-the- shoulder strap if you need. I haven't attached them for the moment, but they're in the kit." Dan turned to me, showing me the new additions to his body. He looked stunned. "They're lovely." I said, keeping as businesslike as possible. "We're not done yet." Said Mrs. Clark. "Now you need to hide the joins." It was true - while the forms ended in a thin edge, it was still visible. Their tone matched Dan's skin almost perfectly, but they were still obviously stuck onto him. Mrs. Clark produced a heavy foundation cream of the same tone as the forms. She carefully smoothed it over the edges and then took a brush and powder and carefully worked her way around the edges, blurring and fading them away. She used two different powder tones to match the form to Dan's skin as perfectly as possibly. When she was done, the join was hardly visible, even close up. I suspected that she was making something quite difficult look very easy, but it certainly showed what was possible. "There. You're done. And you look very good if I may say so." She said, rising and putting away other things. She showed us the contents of what she'd called the kit. The little bag contained moulds for the forms to keep them safe, gel, glue, the straps, the makeup and a little care booklet. "Now, the clothes." I said. We didn't need Mrs. Clark as much for the clothes as I was able to select sizes and styles as I needed. Fairly quickly I had Dan stripped off and had made my selections. I wished they had some more skirts and dresses that would have suited, but I presumed the preponderance of slacks was because not many of their customers had legs as feminine as Dan's. When we were done, I bundled an increasingly bewildered Dan back into his own clothes. I told him to hold the breastform kit bag in front of himself and then draped his jacket over it. It hid his breasts pretty well - good enough to get to the car in any case. Now there was only the problem of paying the bill. Soon we were back in the car, several hundred pounds poorer, but very pleased with ourselves. We drove home in a state of high excitement. Dan kept glancing down at his chest as if to reassure himself that his breasts were real. I couldn't imagine what it must be like for him to suddenly feel them there, but he was obviously very happy. I was intrigued too. I was longing to know how they felt. Mrs. Clark had explained that the material absorbed body heat from the wearer so they should be at near body temperature to the touch. The nipples had looked realistic, and large. I wondered how they would taste. When we got home, I parked very near to the house so the neighbors wouldn't see Dan walking up the drive with his new shape. Once inside we looked at each other, unsure what to do next. Suddenly Dan threw his arms around me and kissed me. "Oh Thank you Jenny." He sighed. "They're wonderful, I'd never have had the guts to even think of doing this. Thank you." "You're welcome, my darling." I said. "But we still have yet to fix one other thing. Your hair, so I want you to be brave for a bit longer, okay." He looked nervous, but determined. "Okay Jenny. You're in charge." There had been another address on Clarissa's site that had been very intriguing. I'd jotted down a number, and while Dan busied himself in the kitchen again, I dialed. When I walked back into the kitchen, Dan was dishing up our lunch. He gave me a quizzical look as I sat down. "Just wait." I admonished, and we sat to eat. During lunch, I kept stealing glances at Dan's breasts through the thin sweater he was wearing. I had to contain my curiosity through, as we didn't have much time, and sure enough by the time we were done the doorbell rang. Dan looked alarmed. "Don't worry, trust me. I said, and he stood nervously in the kitchen as I let our visitor in. The caller was a friend of Clarissa's who ran a little hair salon in town. She had done Gary's hair and some other friends of Clarissa's too, and Clarissa's site said that she was discreet and understanding. She turned out to be a short woman in her mid forties, with a bright smile and carrying a large bag of equipment. "Hello, Miss Dunne?" I said. "Yes, it's Jenny isn't it?" We shook hands and I led her into the kitchen. Dan immediately understood as soon as he say Miss Dunne's bag. Soon he was sitting on a kitchen chair in the middle of the room with a towel draped around his shoulders and Miss Dunne busily working on his hair. I'd told her to make his hair as feminine as possible, but still capable of being returned to a masculine style, and she'd nodded in assent. Once the hair do was underway, I retired upstairs to sort out my own and Dan's clothes. I moved all his stuff to a few spare drawers and separated out some more items for him. By the time I was done, Miss Dunne was calling me from the kitchen to see the results of her labors. Dan looked fabulous, far better than I'd expected. His hair was in a short bob, curved very nicely and she'd cut it so it took a little barrette in the parting. Dan was delighted and kept admiring himself in a hand mirror. "I'd recommend growing your hair out quite a bit." Said Miss Dunne. "There's quite a lot of tricks to making the most of even medium length hair while still keeping it unremarkable in a men's style." I agreed, and we arranged for her to return in a month or so to see what could be done more permanently. She wrote our details into her little notebook. I presumed that she had a nice little sideline in this business. We certainly paid a little extra for the service. Once she'd gone, Dan and I went upstairs to dress. The afternoon had flown by and we only had a couple of hours before we left for the Jones's. I was in two minds about whether to have sex beforehand or not. I wanted very much to keep the sexual tension going but also I felt that we mightn't get a chance to do anything till we returned. I was still nervous about the idea of doing anything sexual with Dan and the others all together. We'd neither of us done anything like that before and I thought either of us might baulk once the prospect was very real. Dan tried on the calf-length pink skirt that I'd picked out first. I'd selected a very tight white cashmere sweater to go with it, with a high, floppy roll neck. It looked as great on him now as it had at the boutique and with a pair of new flesh coloured hose and the hair-do he looked totally gorgeous - a huge contrast to how he'd looked that morning. Now that he was there in front of me with all his finery I wanted him more than ever, but I knew it was best to wait. While I selected my outfit, we discussed the forthcoming evening. I told Dan that, obviously, he was to take his lead from me. I told him that this was just going to be a totally normal evening among friends - a dinner party. The only unusual thing was that he and Gary would be dressed, but otherwise we'd be like any other couple meeting another couple for food and drinks. As I told him this I noticed his expression wasn't entirely neutral. "What is it? Spit it out." I told him. He looked a little skeptical. "Sorry Jenny, it's just that you sound like you're convincing yourself of all this, not me. To be honest the thought of meeting anyone at all dressed as a woman is such a huge step for me, that the thought of anything 'happening' at Jenny and Gary's house is just way beyond my imagination. Actually, even the thought of walking out that door wearing a skirt is pretty huge." I smiled at him. "Okay, you're probably a little right, its just that I don't entirely trust Clarissa, or maybe I don't trust myself. She said I was turning into my evil twin. Maybe I fear my dark side." Dan made a Darth-Vader deep breathing voice, in jest. "Join me Jenny. Join me on the dark side. Give in to your Dominant nature. Feel its power. You belong only on the dominant side." As he spoke, his hands clasped over his mouth to make the rasping breathing voice, I smiled, but inside, I thrilled. Yes, it was like that, I was giving in to a nature that was inside me. It was powerful and it made me powerful. It was in my nature, just as it was in Dan's to submit to me. For a hundred reasons I had suppressed it, and releasing these feelings, giving in to the dominant side felt forbidden, wrong, just as it must feel to Dan to wear feminine clothes and yield to his wife, but there was nothing wrong with it, just the residual strength of a terribly old societal taboo. I smiled at him. An image of me, in a sexy, fetishistic Darth Vader costume, fucking Dan in a sexy Princess Leia slave outfit had come to mind. I filed it away in corner of my mind that was rapidly filling with exciting future possibilities. I finished selecting my own clothes. I found that I'd opted for quite a masculine outfit - a trouser suit - albeit one with quite a clinging waistline and flaring trousers, suitable for wearing with stockings underneath. I'd selected a shiny satin blue blouse that I knew Dan liked, and I intended to wear my hair up quite high. "Okay, you can begin undressing me." I said with a smile. And he did, lovingly removing my clothes, and laying them aside in a neat pile. As he did so, my heart warmed again as I realised that not only had our sex life taken such a wonderful turn, but how this transformation had also given me a perfect, loving ladies maid into the bargain, as a free gift as it were. What a fucking I would give him tonight as a thank you. As Dan lifted my newly selected lingerie from where I had lain it on the bed, his eyes met mine for a brief flash, but that was all it needed. I had selected quite sex pieces - black panties, a black lacy bra and I had laid out a belly chain for him to clasp around my waist. If I were intending only a perfectly normal evening, why the need for the sexy panties? "Be prepared." I whispered, almost, but not quite inaudibly, as he stooped to let me step into the panties, and I gently tossed his newly styled hair with one hand in an indulgent gesture. Session Thirteen When we arrived at Clarissa's house we were both in a state of palpable tension and excitement. As I pulled on the handbrake in the Jones's driveway, I glanced over at my date for the evening. It was still so strange to see his familiar face atop his feminised body. His breasts made an enormous difference to his appearance and the explicitly feminine hairdo framed his face in a completely new way. I'd set out to make him as pretty as I could and I'd succeeded. If nothing else he was totally delighted and overwhelmed by the transition. He looked delicious, so good that even though I was looking forward to the evening, I wanted him so bad I was almost prepared to turn around again and drive home so we could make love. For a sudden moment, I found myself wishing I had a cock so that he could go down on me, here in the car before we went in. That was so Freudian I could hardly believe it, I shook my head as we stepped out of the car as if to try to clear it of these runaway thoughts. "Heck, I need to get laid soon, or I will lose it altogether." I thought, even though we had had sex only seven or eight hours earlier that morning. It now seemed like a very long time ago. Thoughts of scurrying to a bedroom as we'd done at Frank and Lily's party came into my head, but that would be impossible - there'd only be the four of us - it wasn't as if no one would notice our absence. Dan was waiting for me to ring the bell, smoothing his skirts with one hand while groping for mine in the dim light of the driveway with the other. "Okay." I said, and pressed the button. Of course, it was nothing like I'd expected it to be. Firstly, some things were completely surprising. Gary looked so pretty as a woman for a start. Rather than the fetishistic clothing outrage I'd somehow imagined, he was rather more conservative than I'd been with Dan - a dark brown silk blouse and skirt with pearls and his hair with a hairband. He didn't have Dan's figure, but he had wonderful taste and a lot more experience in dressing. In contrast, Clarissa was rather more glamorous than I'd ever seen her. She wore a long gown with a plunging neckline, which seemed quite staid and formal until it caught the light just so, and became almost totally transparent, revealing the skimpiest underwear. She carried it off easily though, through her sheer force of personality - vivacious and overwhelming. She'd swept us in off the front step, relieved us of our gift of wine, whisked us through the kitchen where Gary seemed to have dozens of dishes in the final stages of preparation and through to their lounge where she'd ordered us to sit, in particular chairs or sofas and then produced drinks for us, all without asking our wishes even in passing. She loved to be in charge, and in her home, in the circumstances, I felt only welcomed and not bullied. Once ensconced in the lounge, Clarissa could give her full attention to my husband, appraising every inch of his outfit, makeup, hairdo and jewelry. She was enormously complimentary, but not so effusively as to be insincere, and Dan blushed mightily under her gaze and barrage of compliments. I could tell she was making his head whirl and he looked to me for some respite. "So, Clarissa." I broke in. "Dan and I are fascinated by your website. Am I right in thinking that you and Gary work on it together?" She smiled, knowing that I was just changing the subject to give Dan some time to compose himself. "Yes, but at the start I just took the pictures and wrote the stories, but over time I've learned a lot and now I do most of it, though Gary answers a lot of the email." She grinned again. "In fact, he showed me a very interesting one this evening .." She got up and crossed quickly to the computer desk sitting in the corner. She picked up a piece of paper and began to read. "Dear Gary, I have recently discovered my husband's sissy desires, and while I've enjoyed exploring his submissive nature with him so far, I still want to know more. Do you think he might enjoy a very slight amount of public humiliation. I don't mean by revealing anything overt to anyone, but perhaps I might be a little more assertive and forceful in front of our friends, ask him to take a more submissive role - cooking, fetching and carrying when we have friends over. I would be subtle, but forceful enough so people might notice a shift in our, heretofore very standard, relationship." As she read, she glanced at me over the top of the paper with a mischievous glint in her eyes, which Dan couldn't help but notice. I saw his eyes widen out of the corner of my eye and could see the suspicion forming in his mind. I remained cool. "Oh, that's interesting." I said. "Do you get letters like that often?" "Not that often." Replied Clarissa, knowingly."But there's more. Let me fins." She Read on. "Do yo think this might be something he would enjoy, or perhaps we should entirely keep our sub-dom relationship between ourselves? Obviously, I should ask my husband first, but I was hoping to find some insight before broaching the subject with him." "Now, I would guess." Said Clarissa, replacing the sheet of paper on the desk. "That this person's husband, probably enjoys submitting to his wife more than anything, but he probably has absolutely no interest in being so with anyone else. For him, I would suspect, submission to his wife is an intensely personal thing, which is inextricably bound up in his love for his wife, and while he feels in awe of women in general and deliciously intimidated by dominant women, anything he does would have to be in the context of a loving relationship with his wife." She paused, before deliberately turning to Dan. "What do you think, Dan?" She asked. He nodded, just as deliberately"Yes, I think so. Anything else would almost be a betrayal." "Exactly, and he must be faithful to his mistress above else," echoed Clarissa. I broke in. "But she's asking in that context, surely, being more dominant over him in front of other people." Clarissa nodded. "Yes, and that's fine as far as it goes, but it does bear repeating. It must be her doing so, not inviting humiliation from other people, or allowing him to be degraded." "Oh, of course not." I said, almost a little annoyed. "And she says, in her letter, with his consent." "Yes, that's right." Said Clarisssa."There's no need to argue - it's just an anonymous letter." I gave her a look. Without turning to Dan I said. "Dan, why don't you see if Gary needs any help in the kitchen? And I think you should see if anyone's glass needs refilling." I heard him, rise, but I didn't break my gaze with the impish Clarisssa. "Oh Dan, your beautiful skirt though. Be careful not to get it dirty." "Don't worry. Dan will get himself an apron from your kitchen if that's okay." I said. Clarissa smiled. "Of course, Gary can show you where they are." As he left, I caught his eye. It was twinkling. I was right. As soon as he was gone, Clarissa said. "Gary is an engineer, and he's a curious little boy sometimes. Your anonymous email leaves a trail." "He looked it up on his own?" I asked, an eyebrow raised. "Yes." She admitted. "I wouldn't have even thought it was possible to trace someone like that. Something in the letter caught his imagination and he checked up. I admonished him, but the truth was out already. "It doesn't matter, I would have asked your advice in any case. I was just curious. Admonished?" I asked She smiled. "Just a little spanking." I harumphed. "I don't think that's really punishment at all." "No, showing a little displeasure is all that's really needed." She became serious for a moment. "But take care Jenny darling. That's really all it does take. Don't ever lose your temper or be very severe with him. When you live your life like this, you need to be responsible. Even a mild reprimand is terrible when it comes from someone who you've made so powerful in your life." I reflected on that for a moment. It sounded like quite important advice. I nodded, being as serious as she for a moment. She smiled again and crossed the room to sit beside me, as Dan returned with the wine bottle. He was wearing a little cotton apron, not frilly or ridiculous but feminine none the less. "Thank you Dan. That's lovely." Said Clarissa as he refilled her glass. I just nodded my approval to him wordlessly. I noted with pride how good he looked from the rear as he left the room again. Clarissa crossed her legs and scooted round on the sofa beside me. "So, tell me all about it." She asked in a conspiratorial tone. "Don't leave anything out. I usually only hear these stories of blossoming dominants through email, and from strangers, so this is incredible for me. And don't forget Doctor, you owe me a lot of personal detail - you know all there is to know about me already." "I doubt that's true, Clarissa, I doubt that anyone knows all there is to know about you. But anyway, yes it it has been wonderful, almost literally like a dream coming true." And I told her all about the previous few days, and Dan's eager acceptance of each new turn in our relationship. It was wonderful talking to her, sharing my experiences with her and being able to connect with someone who understood my feelings, my fears and my delight. And, it was wonderful to be so close to her, to feel our relationship strengthen. We became so engrossed that I didn't even notice that our two partners had begun to get the dining table ready at the other end of the lounge, and Clarisssa had to nudge me to let me know that they were ready for us to sit. Gary had made quite an elaborate meal, mussels in a garlic sauce to start and a baked sea bass with a medley of baked vegetables. I was suitable complimentary, as was Dan, and in truth we were both quite hungry and made short work of each course. Gary and Clarissa took longer, and chatted about some of our mutual friends while we ate. When it came time for dessert, Clarissa got up. "We usually swap around for dessert." She said. "Jennifer, will you give me a hand? Its a chocolate gateaux, but I've left the sauce till the end." I followed her into the kitchen, leaving our two sissies to their conversation. They'd found a common interest in French films and were swapping recommendations for DVDs to rent. As soon as we were alone in the kitchen. Clarissa turned to me, taking hold of my hand. "Did you and Dan talk some more?" She asked. "You mean and about me and you?" "Yes, of course. I know you talked before, but I just want to be sure that everything is still okay." "Yes, yes, I mean we haven't talked about doing anything. I mean, not specifically, and I had been thinking I wanted this evening to be, well, normal I suppose, I wasn't thinking we'd do any thing ..." "Okay, but we're okay, aren't we?" "Well, yes, I mean I think I know what you ..." But she cut me off by moving closer and putting her arms around me and before I could react I felt her soft mouth press on mine and her embrace and I felt my body respond instinctively and time seemed to slow down as we stood in the kitchen, kissing, and her hands were pressing into my back and I found myself crushing her precious body against mine as our lips slid over each other and her warm breath caressed my face. At last we broke and saw she was almost dizzy with the passion of our kiss. "Mmmmm." She murmured. "Jennifer". I felt my heart pounding. Somehow, her using the full form of my name was like a secret shared between us. I leant against the kitchen wall, watching as she fetched the cake from the countertop and turned on the heat on the stovetop to begin warming the sauce. I watched wordlessly as she worked, savoring the look of her in her dress, the knowledge that she was mine, at least partly mine, mine in a special way. In a minute it was ready and she handed me some things to take into the lounge. At the doorway, she paused, listening. She whispered. "They're talking about Val de Prince. We're thinking about going in September." "Why are we whispering?" I asked. "Not sure. Because its fun to eavesdrop, I think." She replied. I gave her a push and we went through the doorway with the desserts. "Now what are you two getting so excited about?" She asked as they made space for the dessert things. "Gary is telling me a bit more about the Chateau you go to." Said Dan. "Chateau makes it sound too grand." said Clarissa. "Its just a large hotel, with its own private grounds." I nodded for her to continue as we divided the cake and poured out the chocolate sauce. "Its run by this old swinging couple who were sort of famous in the sixties. Most of the time its just a normal hotel, but for a few weeks at the end of the Summer they have a special fortnight when it's exclusively for fem dom couples. Its very discreet and has a lot of rules, mostly to do with privacy - no photography, no real names - that sort of thing. What is a little unusual is that they don't allow any fetish clothing, bondage gear, that sort of thing, although, obviously, cross dressing is okay, positively encouraged actually." "It sounds weirder than it is." Broke in Gary. "But its really just like a normal holiday hotel, but its just that it caters for power reversal hetero couples. It doesn't really add up to more than the fact that the waiting staff pour the wine for the lady first." "Well, there's more to it than that." Said Clarissa. "Well, yes, there is, but that's all optional. In fact you wouldn't even notice if you weren't' looking for it." "There's a sort of dating service too." Clarissa explained. "The hotel has a number of 'Gardeners' and 'Grooms' who can escort the ladies if they wish. "I see. And these are male prostitutes?" I asked. "No, not actually. I think they are in fact the real gardeners and grooms, waiters and the like. They're paid by the hotel - no money changes hands at least between the guests and the escorts but it's explicitly condoned by the hotel." "And have you taken part in that part of it?" I asked. "Well, that's getting a little personal." Said Clarissa. "Oh, its okay." Said Gary. "Yes, we did the last time we were there, and it was okay, but to be honest, it was a bit artificial, if that makes sense. The good part about the hotel is simply that you get to be yourself - on holiday - I mean, like we are sitting here now having a perfectly lovely dinner party, which is great, because, well, we're all of a like mind shall I say. Val de Prince is just the same, kind of, except you're having a nice holiday." I could understand that. "I suppose that when you get used to your lifestyle, you want to be able to live like that in more and more 'normal' situations, rather than just in your own home." Gary smiled. I got it. "Not that there's anything wrong with just in your own home." Added Clarissa, and I thought I could detect just a hint of some tension between them, but I could have been mistaken. "This dessert is fabulous," said Dan rather apropos of nothing in particular, and the other two laughed. "And the cooking there is even better." Said Gary. After the meal, we relaxed with more wine in the lounge. Gary and Dan brought the dirty dishes to the sink, and although they offered, we wouldn't let them do the washing up. "Leave it to tomorrow," said Clarissa, and so our two men rejoined us. Clarissa patted the seat beside her for Dan, and Gary shyly sat beside me, smoothing out his skirts as he sat. For a minute we seemed a bit a loss for conversation, as if nobody wanted to make the first move, when Clarissa suddenly blurted out "Truth or Dare!" "What? Are you twelve years old?" I asked, astonished, but the two men were intrigued. "Oh come on, Jenny it'll be fun" pleaded Dan. "Only if there's absolutely no cheating." said Gary, and no weaseling out of difficult ones. I could not believe we were even contemplating something so juvenile. "Are you all mad?" I said. "What sort of dare would you be thinking of? Raiding your Dad's liquor cabinet?" Gary laughed."Or your mom's panty drawer". And he and Dan laughed so much that something occurred to me that seemed so obvious that I felt that I had to be the dumbest person in the room, and I who thought myself so clever, understanding people and their motives, actually understood nothing. Clarissa smiled at me. "It'll be fun." She said. "You should go first." "No way." I said. "That mean's I'll go first then." Said Dan, and before I could protest any further, he started off. "Okay, Clarissa, Truth or Dare. Have you ever had sex with someone and not known their name?" She shrieked. "What? What sort of a question is that? What are you implying? That I'm some sort of crazed slut who sleeps with random guys?" She seemed, for a moment to be genuinely insulted at the question, and for an awful moment I though Dan had made the most terrible faux pas and the evening would be ruined with the first go of this stupid game. But all of a sudden Clarissa's expression froze, as if she were remembering something that had just occurred to her, and she did it so well, as if despite her indignation, there was in fact something ... "Well, now that you mention it ... " She began and we all fell about laughing. "So, what's' the dare?" She asked. "You know, I hadn't thought of that." Said Dan, and anyway, it looks like you've already gone for Truth. "Ah no." Said Clarissa. "What sort of a pathetic Truth would that be? Surely to avoid the Dare you'd have to say who it was with?" "But," broke in Gary. "How can you say, if you don't know?" I laughed some more. "I think its probably the circumstances of why Clarissa didn't know that she'd rather not impart." I said, and saw Clarissa nodding. "Okay, the Dare". Said Dan. "When I was a kid the dare was always something like having to kiss someone there and then, but in the circumstances, that seems rather undaring, so lets say .... you'd have to suck Jenny's toes." "Eeeugh, Gross." Said Clarissa, making a face. I wasn't sure how I felt about this at all. "Hang on." Said Gary. "What about Jenny, its not her Dare, but she may not ..." On the spur of the moment, I made up my mind. "No, no. That's fine. It's not a Dare if it's not something you'd not want and I wouldn't mind having my toes sucked at all." I smirked at Clarissa, who I could tell was instantly deciding not to take the Dare, even though I also strongly suspected she would have quite liked to have gone through with it. "Okay, okay. I'll tell then. The reason isn't what you might have thought. It wasn't a casual one night stand or a drunken fling in college. It was in college though, but I wasn't drunk. What it was, was I was at a party and I knew this guy, we weren't yet going out or anything but I kind of liked him although I didn't know him that well, but he'd invited me to this party and I was well, if it worked out I was going to sleep with him." "But you didn't actually know his name?" Asked Dan. "Oh no. I knew his name alright, although I didn't know him that well, he was a mutual friend. But you know this was the eighties. Time of bad fashion and worse hairdos. This was a student party and it was pretty dark. I'd spent most of the night with this guy dancing, and then I went to get a drink, and when I came back, he'd sat down in this really dark corner. I could hardly see him but I knew it was him because he had this terrible flat top eighties haircut and one of those stupid broad shouldered Miami- vice type jackets. Anyway, we talked a little and started to make out and it was, well, really cool, and I thought yeah, I'll sleep with him. So we groped our way upstairs to a bedroom, and it was also pretty dark..." "I can see where this is going ..." Said Dan. "...Yes, and we get into bed, fumbling undressing and, up to now it had been really loud in the room downstairs at the party and it wasn't really till we were in bed, that I began to notice that his voice wasn't right." "It wasn't the same guy." "No. But in my defense, many people did agree that these two guys looked quite alike, and they did have almost identical haircuts and jackets..." "But two completely different people." "Yes. In fact, my date hadn't seen my come back, but had seen me later on - making out with this other guy in a dark corner and he'd been crushed and had left the party." "Oh Clarisssa..." I said. "I know! I know! But it was a mistake,a genuine mistake." "So what did you say when you realised it wasn't the same guy?" I broke in. "That's the bad part - she slept with him anyway." Clarissa looked sheepish. "You have to understand, it wasn't until right until we were on the actual point of doing it that I really realised my mistake. I couldn't back out then. What would I have said? Oh, Sorry, you're not the person I thought you were - lets get dressed again so I can go back downstairs to look for the person I came here with?" "But still." Said Dan. "The poor guy you came with." "The damage was done at that stage." Said Clarissa. "And anyway, I was really horny." "Hmmm." I said. "All very well, but it doesn't get my toes sucked. Okay, your turn Clarissa." Session Fourteen "Actually, we're not doing this right." Said Clarissa. Aren't we supposed to spin a bottle or something to make it random who the question is to?" "Yeah, but then we'll probably end up with the partners asking each other questions, which is a bit boring" Said Gary. "Keep going, but you ask Jenny the question." "Well, okay, but after we go around once, I think we should switch." "Agreed." Said Dan, and I nodded too. "Okay Jenny, Truth or Dare. Have you ever shoplifted anything?" Asked Clarissa. I drew my breath in sharply. "Aha!" said Clarissa. "That's practically an admission. Oh Jenny!" She said in exaggerated mock admonishment. "There's no admission until we hear the Dare." Said Dan. "Oh I think we all know the Dare." Said Clarissa. "If the good Doctor is so keen on toe sucking, she should come on over here and let mine have some honey." And she kicked off her sandals and wiggled her stockinged feet in front of me. I closed my eyes. Actually I longed to suck her toes, and more. Despite all I'd said to Dan before, playing this stupid game was making me more and more horny. But I didn't want to admit the truth, as it was embarrassing, but if I didn't, who knew where the Dare might lead? I had to own up. "Okay, okay, but I'll deny it all in court." I said. "The only thing I ever shoplifted was a magazine, from a shop in the city when I was fourteen." Clarissa smiled enormously. She could guess immediately that there was more to this story. "What sort of magazine was it?" She asked, leaning in towards me with a big grin. "It was Playboy" I said in a very small voice. "What was that? I don't think we could all catch it." Said Clarissa, cupping a hand behind one ear in an exaggerated gesture. "It was a copy of Playboy" I said again. Dan smiled. "No doubt you wanted it for an article on psychiatry." He teased. "No." I admitted. "I knew about porno magazines, an