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"The Transition" I was working in the kitchen preparing supper as usual when Joan came in the front door. She hung her coat up then came into the kitchen and set her briefcase on the kitchen table. "Tough day at work today honey?" I asked. She looked tired but still attractive as she approached me, I could hear the click of her high heels as she crossed the floor then felt her arms as she wrapped them around my waist as I stood at the stove. "Just another day at the office" she said as we stood there. "Spaghetti?" She asked. "Yeah and that homemade French bread you like too" I added as I put the spaghetti into the boiling water and gave it a quick stir. I turned to face her, she continued her hug as we cuddled and kissed. She caressed me then I felt her hands as she gave my bottom a playful squeeze. She then seemed to tense up ever so slightly then began to rub the material of my jeans against my bottom. She then moved her hands and did the same thing to my hips. "What are you doing?" I asked as she continued playfully. "What are you wearing?" She said as she continued. She had felt something different and the moment I realized what had happened she began pulling at my belt and quickly undid it before I could pull away. She then unbuttoned my pants and pulled the zipper down. She thrust her hands in my pants and felt the cool frictionless material then pulled up my shirt to reveal a pair of ladies lace trimmed pink nylon panties! I could see her playful mood suddenly change. She studied the gleaming pink fabric and noticed the lace trim and the little blue satin bows at the front of each leg opening and the matching bow at the lace trimmed waist. "Panties!? You're wearing panties?" She became angry then got a quizzical look on her face. "These aren't mine. Where did you get these?" She questioned, her anger growing. She then turned away, took her briefcase and went to her room. I pulled my pants up, switched off the stove and oven and quickly followed. "I thought you'd get a kick out of it. It's no big deal." I said as I stood in the bedroom trying to pass the whole incident off as a joke. "It might have been something funny or novel if it was the first time, but this isn't the first time is it Chris?" She replied. I turned my gaze to the floor and could feel my face begin to redden. We'd been married for five years and it wasn't until after the first two years that my urge returned and I began trying on Joan's clothes. Being a short man of slender stature and not counting for her curves about the same size and nearly the same weight as Joan it was easy to fit into her things. And although her shoes were a bit tight for me I could even manage those too. Over time she had noticed a few of her things moved around in her dresser and on her side of the closet but had said nothing until she came home early one afternoon and caught me in one of her dresses complete with lingerie, nylons, heels and even makeup! That was three years ago. I managed to talk my way through it and reluctantly she put the matter aside, but now the subject was back at the forefront once again. "You've been clever," she said. "No wonder I haven't noticed you going through the closet or my lingerie drawer lately. You bought those pink panties for yourself didn't you?" She asked looking me over. "What else have you bought, where are you hiding your other things?" She questioned further wanting everything out in the open now. "Alright," I said. I then left the room and went to the garage. Up on one of the large top wooden shelves behind a few storage boxes was a large trunk and inside was a soft sided overnight case filled with my things. I pulled it out of the trunk then took it back into the bedroom and set it on the bed. Joan unzipped the large black travel bag then looked inside. She picked through the assortment of lingerie, the delicate nylon panties, the camisoles, half slips and full slips. She noticed the old fashioned panty girdles the two brassieres and even the pair of silicone breast forms that were sized to fit the bras perfectly. She noticed the two pairs of stiletto heeled shoes and also noticed the two house dresses, the emerald green nylon chiffon cocktail dress and the three satin lined wool skirts that I'd had tailored to fit. She noticed the different satin blouses that went with the skirts as well. She then opened the little makeup case and saw the well used brushes and bottles of foundation and half used lipsticks and all the rest. "I see you've had a lot of practice Chris. It looks like I married a sissy after all," she said as she sat down on the bed. I knew she loved me and that we were very good together but I could sense her anger. While Joan would go off to work to her law firm I worked at home doing personal accounting work for several clients. She noticed the blouses and skirts befitting a woman "secretary" and asked "so while I'm at work I'll bet you spend your day in your office in the den all dolled up like a pretty woman secretary?" "I don't do it every day," I said in my defense but it didn't matter now. "A swishing, mincing little sissy. Sickening," she said as it all became clear to her. She had noticed a faint smell of perfume that floated around the office in the den every now and then that wasn't her scent and although I wasn't very hairy for a man she noticed but never really questioned as to why my legs were always so smooth and hairless. But now things were falling into place. "Please don't divorce me Joan," I begged. "Divorce you?" She said. "That's too much of process and far too disruptive. But now that I understand what's going on I think some changes are in order," she said then continued. "Remember what I told you the last time? I won't share a bed with a sissy or a feminine man. And if you get more excited by wearing women's clothes than by me I told you I was going to start seeing other men! If you had stopped with the women's clothes the first time around this whole sickening affair could have been forgotten. Well, you're not going to change so it's a hopeless cause to even try. I wondered if you had been seeing someone else but now it's clear that you were playing the part of the woman, weren't you? Sickening." she finished. It had been a stalemate and I knew that if she caught me ever again It would be a trade off, one I didn't like but one that would keep her with me and happy in the long run. I had agreed and promised to quit and although I hadn't really quit Joan had been none the wiser for the past three years now and all had gone quite well for us, that is until now. "So we might as well start things out right don't you think ?Chrissy?'" She said. She would now refer to me as Chrissy/Christine rather than my real name Chris which was short for Christopher. "Come along Chrissy," she sais as she led me into the master bath. "I want you to start growing your hair out. Then once it's longer we can have it shaped into a more feminine style," she said as she looked me over then began plucking my eyebrows into a slight but noticeable feminine arch. She then got me into the tub and quickly Naired me! Once she was through she washed me clean with a floral scented soap, then showered me off and I watched as the remainder of my sparse body hair swirled down the drain leaving me pink skinned and totally hairless below the eyebrows with the exception of a trimmed little triangular tuft of pubic hair left in place. A pedicure was next and after she had shaped and sculpted my nails she finished with two coats of bright red polish and added a final coat of clear gloss. While my nails dried she quickly pierced my ears as well! "I want you to start wearing panties everyday now Chrissy. I'll pick you up some more tomorrow and while we're at it we'll get you started wearing pantyhose and a proper panty girdle too," she said. "You'll move into the spare bedroom tonight and we'll fix it up nice and pretty for you," she said. Supper went quietly as we ate at the kitchen table and Joan looked over her legal papers. I was back in my blue jeans and shirt but I could feel the pierced earrings in my ears now and smell the perfume I was wearing. I could feel the panties and the pantyhose on my smooth shaven legs under my pants and feel the black, patent leather open toed high heeled sandals I had on as well. It was embarrassing to see the red toenail polish shining through the sheer nylon stocking feet. Then after dinner I noticed the loud click the heels made on the hardwood floor as I took care of the dinner dishes and cleaned the kitchen table. I wobbled a bit on the heels but I did have practice walking in them. Joan glanced at me as I moved nearly effortlessly around the kitchen clicking on the heels. "You sissy. You're better in heels than some women I know!" She said then having enough she added that she had some work to finish up and after gathering her papers left the kitchen for the den. It was like things were back to normal now, like nothing had happened but when it was bed time and I went into the guest bedroom that was now my room I noticed the nightgown that was already laid out on the bed. I went along with what Joan wanted to keep her happy and a couple more days passed without incident. She kept her word and had bought me enough panties and pantyhose to stay freshly dressed every day. But then I noticed all my male underwear was now missing from the dresser in the master bedroom and asked Joan about it. "Oh, I tossed out all your shorts dear," she said. "You won't be needing them anymore. You can move the rest of your things into your room tomorrow too," she said as we finished another supper then mentioned she wouldn't be home for dinner the following night. Then I realized she had kept her word, she was going out for drinks with a former male client she had once worked for. Dave Talbot. She returned home late that evening by herself and didn't mention anything except for having a few drinks. A few days later she saw Dave again and it wasn't long until they were quietly dating! She then told me a week later that she had invited him over for dinner and to meet me. I felt strange about having him over but agreed with Joan especially since she was putting up with my little ?hobby' and we were getting along so well now. She asked what I was going to cook so I told her I'd decided on a roast beef dinner with potatoes and gravy complete with vegetable and salad and dinner rolls along with a nice bottle of wine. The next day I got up and made breakfast and told Joan I had to go to the market for groceries. She told me she would be home early to help me out. She then left for work and I cleaned the kitchen. I had on my jeans, a T-shirt and a casual flannel shirt and my tennis shoes for shopping. I grabbed my jacket and car keys along with the grocery list then left the house. It was strange going shopping wearing ladies panties and pantyhose and in having those high gloss red toenails but after wearing panties and hose for nearly the past two weeks now I found I was getting used to it and simply put it out of my mind. I made it home and started getting things going for the evening dinner and put the roast in a large crock pot. After making the salads and covering them with clear wrap and putting them in the fridge I put the wine in to cool then went to my office den to work. Joan got home at just after three p.m., I noticed the packages she carried. "Hop into the shower dear, get cleaned up and nice and hairless and use that perfumed soap I got for you. You have to get dressed for dinner, Dave's leaving work a little early and will be here at just after five," she said as she passed the door to the den. I noticed the clock and realized I needed to set the table and get things going but first I needed to shower. I finished the shower and entered the bedroom clean shaven once again and could smell the floral scent of the soap Joan had gotten for me. I stepped into the white nylon panties and was putting on the nude support pantyhose when Joan entered the room with a high waisted panty girdle. She had me step into the girdle as she moved beside me and then behind me. She pulled the pantyhose and the panties down to my upper thighs. "Bend over Chrissy," she said as she pushed her hand against my back. I did what she asked then felt her fiddling with my little "package." She worked my testicles deeply up inside me then pulled my manhood tightly back between my cheeks! She then pulled the panties and pantyhose up tightly and helped me pull the girdle up until It was high and tight on my waist! "I...It's t..too small" I complained as she pulled and yanked the side of the girdle hooking up the row of hooks. "Pull your stomach in," she said. And as I did she quickly pulled the sturdy side zipper up tight. "Come on," she said taking my arm leading me to the master bedroom, "we need to get you all fixed up for dinner," she said. She quickly shaped my fingernails and painted them the same gloss red as she had done with my pedicure. Once my nails were drying she continued. "I wish your hair was longer, but it's coming along," she said noticing my hair was now past my ears. She then brushed it out of the way and took a bottle of foundation makeup and began applying it to my face! "What are you doing!? I ca...can't wear makeup, not if your friend Dave is coming over for dinner!" I exclaimed. "You just sit still sweetie," she said as she continued. She didn't add much foundation but it gave my face a more feminine glow as I noticed the uniform shade of the makeup. She then added some mascara and continued with eyeliner and eyeshadow! She dusted my cheeks with a bit of rose colored blush then took out a tube of her red lipstick and rolled it up into position as she cupped my chin. I began to complain, "I'm not wearing all this makeup, not if you are having a guy over for dinner," I said. "Dave already knows all about it and our arrangement. All you have to do is act feminine so he knows you are no longer competing with him for me. Do that and you'll have nothing to worry about," Joan said as she quickly lined my lips then began applying the lipstick in broad even strokes. After dabbing the lipstick with a Kleenex she finished with a scented powder puff then added a pair of her long dangle earrings. She then went to work on my hair with her curling iron styling and curling my hair into a feminine, girlish shape. I felt sick as I looked into the mirror as Joan worked. I began to protest yet again. "You're going to do as you're told Chrissy!" She said sternly. "Dave knows all about you, he isn't going to tell anyone else, so stop worrying and sit still. I could have put a lot more makeup on you, you know, maybe added my long blonde wig, a full dress too? Maybe I should put you in a brassiere! Would you like that, hummm Chrissy? I realize you're going to look a bit like a limp-wristed sissy but after all that's really what you are isn't it? So just relax and stop fidgeting," she said as she finished combing me out and going over my now curly feminine hair with a can of hair spray until the curls were stiff and tight. She then added a small pink satin bow to the crown of my hair and after centering it she bobby pinned it securely in place! She then put a ladies white, lace trimmed long sleeved blouse on me and had me step into a pair of pants. The black material felt like velvet to the touch as I pulled them on and wiggled them up to my waist. "Where's the zipper!?" I said in surprise as Joan tucked my blouse in then pulled the pants up tight. "These are ladies pants!" I said noticing there wasn't a front zipper. Then Joan added with a satisfied smile, "that's right sweetie, they're ladies pants, and the zipper's in the back!" She said as she pulled the zipper up high and tight at the back and the pants molded tightly to me. She had me step into the five inch heeled black stiletto open toed sling back pumps once again to make sure my red toenails showed through the sheer nylon hose she had me wearing. After clasping a three strand pearl necklace around my neck she finished with a potent dose of her most feminine perfume! "There, all done, sweetie! Now you can go and get dinner ready while I get changed," she said as she left for the master bath. I stood up, teetering on the high stiletto heels and felt the tight pull at my crotch from Joan tucking me in so tightly. I looked to the front of the ladies pants I was wearing and was embarrassed to see that the ultra tight girdle she had struggled to get me zipped into had totally flattened my front and shrunk my waist. I then noticed the crotch of the form fitting pants and saw that my crotch looked nothing like a mans anymore. It looked like the mound of a woman's vagina! The sickly sweet floral perfume hovered around me as my stomach began to churn. I studied the lace cuffs of the white satin blouse and noticed the scalloped lace and the ruffles running down the button front. My hair was growing out but wasn't long, not yet but just the same Joan had managed a clearly feminine hairstyle. The pink bow in my hair accented that and eroded what little masculinity I had left. The ladies makeup I was now wearing although muted as it was and not overdone had me looking far more like a woman than a man now. I indeed looked like a sissy! I began walking out of the bedroom to head to the kitchen and I noticed how my hips wiggled and my tight puckered crotch felt as I minced along while that floral perfume surrounded me. I felt a bit queasy, and my head begin to reel at the sensation. I had the table set and the wine opened as the doorbell rang. But before I could answer the door Joan swirled by, "be a sweetie and pour the wine dea,r" she said. I watched as she primped in front of the hall mirror and gave a twirl that flared the skirt of the evening dress she was wearing. She was made up just like when we used to go out for dinner and looked as pretty as always. Hi Dave, so nice to have you here!" She exclaimed beaming a smile as Dave Talbot entered. She greeted him just like she used to greet me only Dave was much taller than I was and although he was in what appeared to be great shape he must have weighed at least fifty to sixty pounds more than I did. I watched as he hugged Joan and watched as she stood on tip-toes bending one high heeled leg at the knee, then watched as they kissed. "Take your coat dear?" She said as he took off his overcoat revealing an expensive suit and tie. Dave looked around as Joan hung up his coat then led him towards the kitchen. "Dave dear, this is my husband Chris, but now he prefers to be called Chrissy, it's much more appropriate don't you think?" She said as I approached, wiggling on the heels then stopping to extend a handshake and noticing my gloss red nails I could feel the embarrassment on my face. He seemed pleasant and I noticed as we shook hands that it wasn't the firm handshake two men would offer, no, he was shaking my hand gently, as if I was a woman! I heard the phone ring, "that must be for me from the office, I'll take it in the den, Chrissy, be a dear and pour Dave a glass of wine," Joan said as she left for the den. I smiled and motioned Dave into the kitchen and poured the wine. I could feel him looking me over. The red fingernails, the pink bow in my hair, the tight ladies pants that zipped up the back and the appearance of a tight little muff. "So, taking it all the way?Chris, Chrissy is it?" He asked quizzically as he looked me over. I handed him the glass, "No, no it's just a bit of a deal, you know, with the clothes and all," I babbled and stammered slightly trying to keep my composure at admitting to what I was. "Joan's helping you feel more relaxed with yourself, I see. She's quiet a woman. I'm lucky to get the chance to be with her," he said as I moved back to the stove to check on supper. "Lucky to be with her," he had said. I didn't like the fact that Dave was moving in on my wife but he was. He was far more manly that I had ever been though, I realized that the moment he came in the door. That is what Joan must have found so attractive. I stayed quiet and when Joan returned the conversation between Dave and her started in as I served the meal then took my seat. "Well, I think ?she' looks very feminine. It wouldn't take much for Chrissy here to blend in as a real woman." Dave commented. "It's just a little show for you, our dinner guest," she said with a smile, "he usually doesn't wear any makeup or as much feminine outerwear, but I keep ?her' in panties and pantyhose on a daily basis now," she added. Dave knew that by overlooking me or at least being positive Joan would keep up with me, keeping my appearance feminine which would leave the door wide open for him to play the "male" role. I would effectively be out of the picture and no longer a threat. Indeed, she must have over the past couple of weeks explained everything to him quite thoroughly. Finally, dinner was over and after another glass of wine Dave said goodnight. "That went very well, don't you think honey?" Joan said as I cleaned the dishes away. I could tell that she'd wanted Dave to stay longer but with the present situation I was still her husband so he had bowed out for the evening. Later that night around bed time Joan asked me into the master bedroom. "Take off that nightgown and your panties" she said as she laid in the large king sized bed. She watched as I took off the gown and panties then swished the covers down so I could get into bed with her. I hadn't been in bed with her for several weeks now but it felt nice to be with her once again. We started kissing and fondling until she couldn't wait any longer. She wanted me inside her. I could tell her thoughts were on Dave but for the moment I would have to do. I mounted her as I had many times before and steered myself into her but noticed I wasn't quite hard enough and was having trouble getting in! I wriggled and pushed the half stiff erection until I was able to get inside and start humping but it wasn't near as good as I had remembered. After only a few minutes I managed to spasm a weak ejaculation and that was it. As I returned to my bedroom I could tell that Joan was far from satisfied. We tried again two nights later and this time after several minutes of foreplay Joan once again wanted it, but this time I couldn't manage an erection at all! She took hold of my little wand and began working it and it still wouldn't come up! "What's the matter? Can't you even get it up for your wife anymore?" She said angrily. She worked and stroked a while longer until she simply let it dangle flaccid in front of me. "Go ahead, off to bed with you sissy ?gurl' you're no longer of any use to me," she said. I quietly got up and put the panties back on and began putting the nightgown back on as she watched. "You never were much of a man in bed anyway Chrissy. And Dave, he's so... he's so much bigger than you and makes me feel so much more complete and feminine than you ever could" she said as I stood there ashamed. She then waved her wrist brushing me away. "Well, sissy, off to bed with you, nighty-night. Shut the door when you leave," she said and with that I returned to my room. The next three weeks seemed to go pretty fast. I kept busy doing my accounting work and Joan finishing up a large legal case was busy all day and most nights and even did some work on the weekends, and when she wasn't at home I knew she was with Dave. "You'll need to get the rest of your things cleaned out of the master bedroom closet dear," Joan said over supper a few nights later. I asked her what was the rush and she told me that Dave was moving in the following weekend and that he would need the closet space! I began to feel sick to my stomach at all the changes and this latest one was almost too much. "Haven't I done everything for you Joan?" I asked. "Yes dear you have," she replied but added, "it's just that I am a woman and I have my needs. I want a man around the house, a real man," she said as I could do nothing but hang my head and avert my eyes. "Look at you! You're not a man. You're nothing more than a little panty wearing sissy. But don't you worry sweetie, I still love you but not as a man, not really, not anymore," she finished. And true to her word the following Friday Dave and the movers were busy bringing his belongings into the house and it wasn't long until his things were arranged and his clothes were hanging in the closet into the master bedroom where my clothes once had. A few things of his that weren't needed like his television set and some pots and pans were put into the garage in storage boxes. And that was it, Dave was now moved in and living with us! Then the days continued on. I continued cooking and helping keep house but since Dave had moved in Joan had me doing more and more around the house. I noticed my weight was down and began to notice how my waist was getting smaller but at the same time my hips were widening and becoming rounder! And to my distress I noticed my areolae and my nipples and how they were getting larger and a darker shade of pink and I noticed the flesh on my chest budding up as well and that the breasts were very sensitive, almost painful to the touch! My hair continued to grow and was now nearly to my shoulders. I even noticed my skin was getting softer to the touch and even my face was becoming softer looking as well. Joan was having her needs fulfilled now, I could often hear the moans and hear the headboard of the bed every now and then hitting the wall in the master bedroom as Dave serviced her stretching her vagina tight with his large manhood and all the while I was forced to listen from my bedroom under my lace trimmed satin comforter while dressed in panties and a frilly nightie. I tried to work myself hard but it was no use now and hadn't been for a long time to my dismay. My little string of a manhood only hung flaccid while my little testes seemed to get even smaller in their hairless scrotum. I looked more like a girl than a man now. Joan had also been busy changing my room over bit by bit until it looked like a girls room now, all done up in satin lace and frills including the ruffled drapes the white furniture and the pastel pink carpeting. The panties and pantyhose continued on and soon girdles, lace trimmed nylon pants liners and silky nylon camisoles were my new routine. She also began making me keep my fingernails longer and wear makeup around the house complete with earrings and my hair styled in a feminine style. I was also wearing ladies blouses and pants every day too now. I still had to do the shopping and run errands, but it was getting to be a hassle. Even though I could take the nail polish off I couldn't hide the fact that my nails were unacceptably long for a man. And it was getting tougher to hide my hairstyle as well. I also found I was walking differently even in tennis shoes, most likely from having to wear high heels all the time. I was moving differently too a fact that caused a few unexpected glances in my direction while shopping. It had gotten to the point that I would do all the shopping and errands on one day during the week and then the rest of the time I wouldn't leave the house at all. A couple more weeks passed and my chest continued to grow until finally I approached Joan to complain about the changes I was going through. I started the conversation during breakfast a few mornings later. "I don't feel right," I told her. "My hips are getting wider, I can hardly get my pants on anymore and my chest hurts!" I finished waiting for an answer. "We're going to be moving soon Chrissy dear so let's not have a big fuss," Joan said. It turned out that she and Dave were selling the house and that we'd be moving far away to a larger city where Joan could start a new law practice and where Dave could set up a new home office for his real estate business. And then there was the rest of the plan. "Come on dear" Joan said as she got up from the table and told me to go into my bedroom. "Wait here I have something for you," she said as she went to her bedroom. She then returned holding something behind her back. "Take your blouse off sweetie," she said, "I've got something that will help those tender breasts." I did as she asked then watched in shock to see she was holding a lace trimmed pink satin brassiere in her hands! She quickly worked my arms through the straps. "Lean forward sweetie let's get this pretty brassiere on you," she said as she fit my tender chest into the small cups of the brassiere and began hooking it up in the back. "It's only a little larger than an "A" cup but we'll get you larger ones as you need them Chrissy," she said with a giggle at her accomplishment. She then admitted that she'd had me on female hormones within a few days of catching me in those pink satin panties while in the kitchen that night. She'd been putting them in my food! Then the realization sunk in. It explained everything. The widening hips, the softer hair and skin and the tender breasts. Then I understood why I couldn't get it up anymore and why my testes seemed smaller now. The female hormones had shut them down and without use they were now atrophied and useless! I tried to squirm away and felt faint, my stomach started to knot up. She heard me gasp and noticed my knees begin to tremble as her plan came into full focus. "We needed you on the hormones to make you softer, prettier and more ladylike Chrissy. We certainly don't need two men around the house now do we?" She said as she began to adjust the straps on the brassiere. I looked into the mirror and could clearly see my budding breasts now filling the glossy pink cups, my nipples making clear protrusions into the silky fabric. "And in addition to becoming more feminine you've become so nice and submissive too and Dave especially loves that." She said. I gasped again and moved to take the brassiere off. I told her I'd pack and leave and that she could keep Dave and I would move away but she would have none of that. "I know it's a bit much to take all at once," she said as she moved my hand away from the brassiere strap then put it back up over my shoulder and adjusted it again until it fit perfectly. "You really have nowhere to go dear and I do still love you so. No, you'll stay on with Dave and I and once we get moved and get settled you'll be coming right along in your new life." I questioned further and Joan's explanation continued. "We're turning you into a woman Chris and from now and on you'll be going by the name of "Chrissy" short for Christine. I've had all your documents changed from male to female now and once we get moved and you get used to dressing and acting feminine all the time you won't have any problems going out anymore. We'll all be getting a fresh start in a new city where no one will know us. She then left the room for a moment and quickly returned. This time she had a cotton ball, a syringe and a couple small bottles in her hand. "Lay on the bed Chrissy. Unzip your pants and slide your panties and hose down over your hip dear" she said as I watched her load the syringe. I told her I didn't want to go any further but she continued. "Don't put up a fight darling. I wouldn't want to have to get Dave in here to hold you down. Just relax and it will all be over in a just a minute," she said. I knew I was stuck now as I looked on watching a drip of the female hormone estrogen forming at the tip of the needle. My mind went blank as I unzipped my pants and tugged my pantyhose and panties down exposing my now fleshy and rounded hip. She quickly moved in and swabbed the area with alcohol. I then felt the needle stick and the female hormones rushing into me as she squeezed the plunger down. She quickly loaded up another shot, this one of progesterone to keep my testes shut down and soon she was injecting me once again. When she finished she swabbed my hip with the cotton once again and as I pulled my pants back up she seemed pleased. She then left me sitting on the bed as she left. Then she dealt her final card. She returned with a large garbage bag and several dresses on hangars hanging over her arm. "Open your closet Chrissy dear." I got up from the bed and complied and then looked into the closet as she took the dresses and hung them up. "I think these will do you very nicely until I can get you some more. They're very fitting and proper aren't they? Yes, very pretty, very feminine." She beamed. She then fluffed the large garbage bag open. And looked into the closet at the half a dozen pair of my men's pants and jeans, at the three suits I had and at the T-shirts and dress shirts and the two caps on the shelf. She then looked to see my men's tennis shoes and dress shoes sitting on the floor as well. "Well, now that you're on your way princess we might as well finish with the changes," she said. "You won't be needing any of your old male clothing anymore dear. Take your suits, your jeans and caps and your men's shirts and put them in this bag," she said. I hesitated feeling the last of my manhood fade away. "Take the jeans and put them in the bag dear, the suits too" she continued. I then slowly started gathering the suits and folding them then putting them into the large bag. The men's shirts were next and then the baseball caps and then finally the blue jeans, T-shirts and my male slacks. "I think you still have some sweat socks and dress socks in your dresser, I'll be taking those too," she said. She then giggled as she watched me fill the bag with all the rest until not a stitch of male clothing remained. "See sweetie? That wasn't so hard now was it? Now you don't have to pretend anymore. You're not a sissy anymore, you're going to be a woman. And from now and on you can dress as soft and as feminine as you want. You can keep your ladies pants for the time being but I want to get you started wearing dresses and skirts all the time now. You don't have to dress that way out side here but once we move and I work with you for a few more weeks you'll be able to go outside in a dress all the time and nobody will ever know you're a man. And in a few months as you continue to change and you get used to wearing nothing but pretty, lacy lingerie and pretty dresses you're going to forget what it was ever like to wear pants! Won't that be exciting Chrissy?" She giggled. I finished putting all my male clothes from the closet in the large garbage bag and watched as Joan searched the dresser drawers and took the last few pair of my male socks away. "I'll have Dave take these things to the Salvation Army. And it looks like you'll be needing some more lingerie dear. I'll pick you up some pretty things while I am gone today that I am sure you will just adore. Well dear" she said kissing me on the cheek "I'd better get going to the office. Have a nice day and we'll see you here for supper" she said as she finished and then left the room. I looked through the dresser and found nothing but ladies lingerie then I looked back into the closet and now saw nothing but women's clothing! Two weeks later we were loaded up and pulling out of the driveway. The movers had finished earlier in the day and said they would have all our furniture at the new house when we got there. And when we did and I saw my room it was even more feminine than the room I'd had at the old house. Joan had seen to it. The house was nicer and larger as well and soon we were settled in. The weeks and months continued to pass until another year had gone by. I was the "lady-of-the-house" now on a full time basis. Dave went to work at his job and Joan went to hers while I stayed home and kept the house. I had closed my accounting job out before we had moved and with the extra work with the larger house and with Joan's feminization lessons my schedule was full. And with both she and Dave working we had more than enough money coming in now. And it wasn't long until she had me dressed from head to toe and from the skin out as a lady. Joan had me in dresses every day now and my hair had grown out past my shoulders. Joan had seen to it that I looked and acted feminine enough now to be quiet convincing and then made an appointment for "Chrissy" at her beauty salon where I got the full treatment. I was fitted for dresses and nightgowns and we went shopping for shoes and accessories until finally my bedroom closet and dressers were filled to the brim with feminine dresses and lingerie! And as I changed the bras got larger. The "A" cup was soon replaced with a "B" and as my hormone pills and twice monthly injections continued my breasts began to widen and take on weight until a "C" cup wasn't enough and Joan moved me up to a full "D" cup! She was excited I didn't need implants! She then began to corset me to give me an even more feminine hour glass figure and kept me laced tightly during the day until I finally got used to it. Then once my measurements settled down she measured me once again with satisfaction. I was only five foot six and even in my highest six inch heels Dave was still a good three inches taller than I was. My weight had stabilized at a mere 120 pounds and my new measurements were 38-24- 38. My little manhood was still there but tiny as ever now and never got hard. My little atrophied testes in the hairless scrotum was little more than a protrusion now and once everything was tucked away inside a sturdy panty girdle I had the frontal appearance of a woman now, all to Joan's constant delight. I was living as a woman full time now and was getting used to being the lady of the house. I was there for Joan and never any threat to Dave especially in my feminized state. I just learned to put up with the frequent sounds coming from the new master bedroom until one night at dinner Joan seemed to feel sorry for me. "Poor little sissy, can't even get hard anymore. Do you get your fulfillment from the pretty clothes and dresses you wear dear or do you want a little more. Hummm sweetie? Are you having feminine thoughts? Are the hormones changing the way you think yet?" she asked. I didn't know what to say and said little in the way of an answer. She then started having me wear a new corset, an even tighter one than before and started watching my waist. I asked her why she was continuing to lace me so tightly especially since my figure and my appearance was more than feminine now. She smiled as she continued to check my ever shrinking waist then mentioned that since Halloween was nearly here that she wanted to have a costume party at the house and invite a few of her and Dave's new friends. I told her I didn't really care for the idea. Dave and Joan were now seen as husband and wife and those who had met me only knew me as Joan's cousin Chrissy who never married. They had been kind enough to put me on as a full time live in housekeeper. And that was the ruse, a clever one that answered any questions anyone ever had. And soon the big day had arrived. She catered the whole affair. They had invited twenty or so people for the gala Halloween event that evening and Joan had seen to all three of our costumes. I was shocked to learn that Dave was going to wear a full tuxedo and go as a groom while Joan was going to wear a bridesmaid's dress. It seemed strange until I found out it was I who was going to the party dressed as the bride! With all the planning Dave and Joan took Halloween day off to get ready. While Dave saw to the catering and the decorations Joan went to work on me. After breakfast and after I whistled through the house cleaning and dusting Joan sent me to the bathroom for a good Nairing and a scented bubble bath. Joan wanted everything perfect so after I toweled off and dressed in a plain blouse my girdle and brassiere and plain ladies slacks we were off to the beauty salon. "How does she want it?" The hairdresser asked as she looked me over and Joan looked on. "Well, we're doing a Halloween party tonight and Chrissy here is going all decked out as a bride. Can you do something very fancy, very feminine?" Joan asked as the stylist fluffed my soft luxurious hair that by now was well past my shoulders. "Well, I can do some trimming and sculpt her hair and give her some big curls, kind of an old fashioned ?up-do' you know to make her neck look longer then we'll add some cute ringlet curls on the sides." "That would be perfect!" Joan beamed an excited smile. "We want makeup done and the nails too. Make her as feminine as possible almost over the top, you know like an old fashioned bride?" Joan finished. "The works hummm? I haven't done that in years but sure. It's going to take a while but it'll be fun!" The lady said as she whisked the plastic cape over me, clipped it around my neck then adjusted the styling chair. "Have Joyce come in will you, we need a full pedicure and manicure with those long salon nails" the lady said to one of her assistants. The stylist began working me over clipping my hair trimming it into a far more feminine style. Then Joyce arrived wheeling her manicure stand. She started by putting my feet in a perfumed foot bath then took her seat and started my manicure. Joan sat nearby reading a women's magazine seeming very excited at what the ladies were doing to me. They didn't have a clue that my secret was tightly tucked into the girdle I had on under my pants! The manicurist quickly shaped and sculpted my nails then took out a selection of glue on glamor length salon nails then quickly glued them into place. Then while my fingernail extensions set she then dried my feet and went to work on my pedicure. The lady doing my hair added highlights to my medium light brown color then after combing me out she began putting large curlers in my hair making sure to leave two tendrils of my now feminized hair where my sideburns used to be. She quickly combed and curled that hair and wound the curlers tight before taping them in place. She then put a pink bonnet over my head and switched on the hair dryer. Joan had given me hormones and aside from the corseting I was pretty much a home made project. The only exception had been the laser electrolysis treatments to remove all my facial hair. My beard had always been weak and sparse at best and with the female hormones and after only a few laser treatments my facial skin showed no sign of hair whatsoever. She had also had the procedure done on my eyebrows leaving them now permanently plucked into a high and feminine arch! There were many more "procedures" out there she could implement with me but up until now this was the extent of her work on me. I felt the curlers begin to pull tight to my scalp as my hair began to dry. The stylist was looking at my nail extensions while the manicurist was just starting to apply the second coat of deep red polish to my toenails. "Round off those nails she wants the old fashioned tapered look," the lady said to the manicurist who nodded back her understanding. It wasn't long until the stylist was busy filing and trimming my new nails. She then applied a clear base coat then started in with the first coat of deep read polish. The stylist continued by taking off the bonnet and switching off the hair dryer. "Time for a little make up," she said as another lady arrived with a cart filled with every manner of makeup and appliances to affix them. Both ladies went to work and started by plucking, thinning and further shaping my eyebrows. After looking me over they applied a liquid foundation then followed with a dusting of a scented powder. Next came full width false eyelashes. They applied glue to them then carefully centered them over my existing lashes before gluing them securely in place. "Do you have eyelash glue remover?" The lady asked Joan. Joan said she didn't. "We'll send you home with a tube." The lady said as she continued. The long dark lashes were combed into my existing ones and mascara was added to further the effect. Then a dark eyeliner was applied and a classic medium blue eyeshadow came next. The lady doing my makeup began by finding a red lip pencil and lipstick that matched the color of my nails. She went to work outlining my lips then began to apply the gloss red lipstick. The lady stylist then selected a blusher and dusted my cheeks a rosy red. "How does she look to you?" The lady said to Joan. "Hummm, a little more eyeshadow maybe" Joan answered. The stylist lady then nodded knowing Joan wanted me to have the feminine works! While more eyeshadow was added the other lady finished with my lips then patted them dry before adding a liquid gloss to my now red and pouty lips. The stylist lady then began taking my hair out of the curlers then took a can of hair spray and several bobby pins then combed, picked and worked until the large voluminous curls were high and tight and the ringlet curls framed my face perfectly. She finished by spraying a very floral scented perfume on me. "There, all done princess," the lady said as Joan stood up to look me over. "Nice, yes, very nice!" Joan said excitedly as she paid the bill. Then before we left the salon the stylist lady swished a sheer nylon chiffon scarf over my head and tied it under my chin. "There, that should get her home without mussing her hair," the lady said looking me over with satisfaction. We left the salon and walked to the car. Normally, I would have been mortified going out all made up the way I was but with the feminization Joan had already put me through I drew few glances. We were soon on our way home. It was nearly three in the afternoon when we got started on my outfit. Dave was already looking over his tuxedo and Joan had hung her pink chiffon bridesmaid's dress on the top of the bedroom door. She then got busy with me by bringing piles of frilly and frothy lingerie all in white into my bedroom. I couldn't believe how large the pile was when she was done. She then brought in a large white bag that contained the wedding dress! Joan had me get out of my clothes then started by dusting my entire body down with a feminine scented body splash and finished with a good dusting from a scented powder puff. "Ok sweetie, let's get you dressed," she said as she looked to the clock hoping we would be ready by five thirty. She started with a white lace trimmed six strap garter belt then took a new pair of gleaming white opera length seamed nylon stockings and whisked them out of their little box. She then began rolling up one of the stockings and after putting my foot into the stocking and making sure the reinforced heel and toe were aligned and the seam was straight she began working the gleaming gossamer sheer stockings up my legs and attaching them tightly to the garter belt. She then took a pair of white patent leather stiletto heeled sandals with six inch heels and buckled me into them. She then took a small white nylon and spandex briefer panty from the pile of lingerie on the bed and had me step into them. They were very tight and felt two sizes too small but Joan wanted me to be perfectly tucked. Before she pulled the panties up all the way she had me bend over as I had many times before. It wasn't long until she had me very tightly and properly tucked and was smoothing the tight shiny panties up high on my waist. The tucking had become easy as I was well used to it now but with the continued dosage of female hormones flowing through my system my manhood and testes had shrunken considerably. After tugging a bit more at the tight spandex panties she had managed to pucker the crotch in until it looked exactly like I had vaginal lips! With the addition of my now wide and womanly hips and my swinging breasts I looked undetectable and Joan had hardly even started dressing me! She then took a white satin brassiere with white lace at the top of the cups and put me into it. I noticed it was a bit snug but Joan wanted it that way to enhance my cleavage. After she hooked up the brassiere and adjusted the straps she gathered a white satin teddy from the bed. It was complete with lavish lace at the bust line and the large flared legs which resembled tap pants. I stepped into this as well and she quickly adjusted the satin straps. She took a new white satin corset from a large pink box and after loosening the laces she wrapped it around my waist and hooked the six busk hooks at the front. "Hold the bed post dear," she said as she began lacing me into the corset. I noticed it was a bit smaller than the ones she had laced me into before but nonetheless she kept at the laces. I was pulled and jerked a bit as she tightened the laces and felt the white satin garment begin to tighten around me as the white silk laces whistled through the stainless steel eyelets at the back of the full length corset. The white satin became smooth and began to gleam in the room light as it tightened around me. I felt a breath of air escape me catching me off guard as Joan pulled the laces yet again while I teetered on the high stiletto heeled ankle strap sandals. "Hold the bed post tighter sweetie, we wouldn't want you to fall on your special day," she giggled. "Mmmmm, just like a lady in her ?boudoir'," she cooed. "Feel feminine honey? Hummm, feel like a bride?" I gasped as I felt the corset begin to force and cinch my waist into a tight feminine hourglass shape. I noticed that as my waist shrunk my hips appeared wider and my bust appeared larger still! "Plea...please! I...,it's, it's t...too ti...tight Joan!" I gasped but it didn't slow Joan's progress or her determination. Just a bit more sweetie she said as she quickly tied the laces off at the bottom of the corset then grabbed a tape measure and slid it around my white satin waist. "Hummm, 22 inches. I'm sorry but we need two more inches sweetie," she said as she set the tape measure on the bed then returned to continue lacing me into the corset. I felt another breath escape me as the corset sank deeper into my waist pulling it, cinching it smaller and smaller still. She had gathered the open laces at the middle of my back and began tightening the center of the garment now. I felt her knee at my back as she jerked and pulled at the laces. I began to feel light headed. "It'll pass Chrissy, just calm down," she said as she pulled, cinched and yanked yet again. I heard the swish of the laces and felt the corset sink tighter on my waist causing me to become dizzy and to swoon as I hung weakly to the bed post. But finally when I thought I couldn't take any more I felt Joan tying the laces in a tight bow at the back. Finally, the ordeal was over. After she tied the laces off she measured me and found me now at a perfect 20 inch waist! I heard the swishing rustle of satin as she gathered one of the voluminous white petticoats from the bed and brought it over. She then had me step into it. I felt the cool slippery material as she swished it up my nyloned legs, past my wide hips and up to my tightly corseted waist. She quickly gathered the sturdy ties and tied the petticoat into place around my waist. The heavy layered and tiered satin petticoat swished and gleamed in the light as she tied it. I noticed the row of little blue satin bows near the fluted bottom flounce. She then gathered the second petticoat. This one was made of a crisp swishing white taffeta. After sweeping the first petticoat tight to my legs she worked me into the second petticoat. The rustling of the second petticoat was much louder but it swished easily over the satin of the first petticoat already in place. It didn't take long until Joan had the second one tied tightly around my waist. She looked pleased as she studied my now hyper feminine form and appearance. She then went back to the bed and brought over a blue satin garter trimmed in wide frilly white lace. "Lift your petticoats dear," she said as she helped me. She then had me lift one foot and I felt her stretch the elastic garter wide and work it over my stiletto heeled foot and quickly swish it up my right leg. She pulled it up high on my thigh and centered the delicate little pink satin bow in front. Then as I let go of the petticoats she pulled the large white garment bag into position and unzipped the long front zipper. She took out the long cap and the nylon chiffon veil that looked familiar. I noticed the white satin ribbon trim that ran around the bast of the double layered chiffon veil. Then with a loud satin swish she pulled the voluminous dress from the large garment bag. "But th... that's your wedding dress Joan!" I exclaimed as she held up the classic vintage white satin wedding gown. "Yes it is, isn't it just lovely!? Now you know why I needed to get your waist down to 20 inches. It's going to be so exciting seeing you wearing my original wedding dress. Just imagine it was only six years ago I wore this when you and I married," she said as she smiled and began to reminisce. "And now, you're going to be the blushing bride, isn't that just so exciting sweetie!?" She said as she unzipped and then began gathering the skirt of the gown holding it wide. "Arms in first dear, careful, we don't want to ruin your makeup or your pretty hairdo now," she said as I raised my arms and she fitted me into the dress. I heard the satin swish as she carefully worked my head through the top and fitted my arms into the long pouffy sleeves. She quickly buttoned the four satin covered buttons on each of the long satin cuffs. She then had me turn while she whisked and fluffed the dress down over the wide petticoats. She then pulled the long back zipper up tight all the way to the back of the neck. I felt the dress tighten and close in around me. Then after she made a few adjustments she began buttoning the remaining 25 satin covered buttons that ran up the length of the back concealing the zipper. "I'm glad the train isn't too long on this dress. But if it gets in the way just drape it over one of your arms and carry it. But don't forget to gather the front of the dress if you go up or down stairs," she cautioned. She then fussed with my hair and added a bit more hair spray. She then carefully pinned the double layered white nylon chiffon veil to my hairdo and my head with several bobby pins. She finished by adding a white satin bow to the right side of my hairdo as well for a final, feminizing touch. She looked at the clock to see it was nearly five p.m. already! She swished the veil up and over my head and then fluffed out all the petticoats and the dress. "I have to get changed darling, you can get with Dave in the living room and help with the guests when they start arriving," she said as she then gave me a longing look at her crowning achievement and then left the room to get into her pink bridesmaid's dress. I immediately noticed how heavy the dress was as I gathered the train and looped it over my right arm. I then moved out of the bedroom and walked to the living room. Dave heard the rustling swish of all the petticoats and saw the gleam of the dress I was now wearing as I entered the large living room. "My don't you just look precious Chrissy! Yes, you look lovely, just like a proper little princess," He said with a smile as he came out from the kitchen to greet me and look me over. I knew it was over the top, I had never worn so much at one time and had never been so feminized. I felt the wave of embarrassment wash over my face but under the double layered white chiffon veil and under all the heavy makeup Dave didn't notice as he came near. "Let me have a look at you doll," he said as he swished my veil up and out of the way until it was draped across my back. He noticed my now very real breasts at the front of the tight busted dress as he looked through the delicate lace and chiffon that framed my chest and continued up to the high neck line made of still more gleaming white satin. He noticed the triple strand pearl necklace and the long dangle earrings I was now wearing and he noticed how they swung and brushed against my long feminine neck. I also noticed him as he took in my perfume. "How about a glass of champaign?" he said as he gently took my arm and led me to the kitchen. It wasn't long after that that the guests began to arrive. Joan looked beautiful in her swirling pink nylon chiffon bridesmaids dress, but she had seen to it that all eyes were on me. I was the hit of the party! The light dinner was enjoyable as was the conversation as the champaign continued to flow. Then there was the dancing. Everyone insisted that the "bride and groom" have the first dance and I could hear the whispers from the ladies and several of the men at how pretty I looked as I assumed the woman's position and let Dave lead me around the large living room as I teetered on my high stiletto heels. And finally, the evening was winding down. After the last guest had left Joan closed and locked the front door and turned out the front light. She then switched the kitchen lights off saying that I could wait until to morrow to clean the kitchen up. I was glad it was over. I had survived and no one, not one person had an inkling that I was in reality a man. It was a bit unnerving to be looked on as so feminine and it had a strange sensation of permanence that for some reason I couldn't understand. "Help me get out of this dress please Joan, I have to get out of this corset, I'm tired and feel a bit faint" I said as I gathered the train of the gown and began swishing and then wobbling back towards my bedroom. But before I could get very far I began to feel dizzy. Before I collapsed Dave quickly picked me up and carrying me as Joan looked on and then followed shutting off the rest of the lights. I felt Dave put me down on the bed. I looked around bleary eyed and groggy to see that I wasn't in my bedroom I was in Dave's and Joan's master bedroom! "Wha... what's g...going on, on?" I mumbled as Joan entered the bedroom. She turned on the night table light by the bed then switched the bright ceiling light off. I watched as she kicked off her shoes and set her little pink purse on the dresser. I then noticed Dave taking off his tuxedo jacket and his shoes. He then quickly climbed onto the bed with me! "H...help me g...get this dr...dress off" I mumbled to Joan. "Not just yet sweetie" she said with a smile as she took a tube of K-Y jelly from the night stand "the night's not over just yet darling." I felt Dave's hands around my tiny, corseted and feminized waist. He lifted my veil out of the way and held me close cuddling me. He then started kissing me then began deep kissing my lips catching me off guard. My head was in a whirl, I felt weak and could hardly move. "You didn't put too much into her drink did you?" Joan asked as she questioned Dave. "No, everything's fine," he said. "We just need to make sure she's nice and relaxed, she'll just be a bit groggy for a while," Dave said. Joan looked on with a bit of a vengeful smile, "I just want to make sure ?she's' wide awake for this. I want ?her' to get the full experience," she said as Dave continued working me over. I then felt him begin lifting the skirt of the bulky white dress. I heard the swish of the dress and the rustling of the petticoats and then felt the cool room air encompass swirl around my legs as he fluffed my dress up. I then felt him unhook the crotch of the white satin teddy Joan had put me in then felt him reach the waist band of the tight white nylon spandex briefer. He then began tugging the briefer down! I felt it swish over the garters and heard it whistle over my nylons as he pulled it down my legs then pulled it completely off then tossed it on the floor! Joan came near and got onto the bed. She took a short length of pink satin ribbon and carefully tied it into a little bow at the center of my trimmed little pubic bush just above my now untucked manhood. I lifted my head up to see her further effect of my now very complete feminization. I watched as she looked me over and undid the cap on the tube of lubricant. She put a large dollop on her fingers then working between my legs found my opening. I gasped as she gently inserted her lubricated fingers, working them inside! She removed her fingers and added more of the lubricant then put more around the opening and still more inside me. She then watched as Dave now on his knees between my legs removed his black cummerbund then unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. He quickly pulled his white boxer shorts down to reveal his huge throbbing hard on! Joan handed him the tube and he quickly began applying a generous amount of lubricant to the shaft and especially the large and bulbous head! Joan wiped her hands clean with a washcloth and set it aside as Dave took hold of my white nyloned legs behind my knees and spread my legs wide. He then moved up between my legs! He put my legs over his wide shoulders then leaned in probing me with his large manhood. He was much larger than I was especially with the massive amounts of female hormones Joan had been administering. "I'm sorry, I should have warmed that lubricant," she said. "It'll be warm in just a minute," he said as he began to probe my tight opening! I started coming to now, things started becoming clearer. I gasped and tried wiggling away but Dave simply pulled me down by my wide womanly hips. I began to struggle to get off the bed but Joan quickly got to the head of the bed and held me by my wrists. In my weakened state she had little trouble holding me as Dave continued to probe and push into me. He then found the opening and I felt his large and bulbous head begin to stretch my opening! He grunted and humped and pushed forward as he held the large shaft and his large testicles dangled in the distended ball sack. He pushed again and grunted trying to get in again and I caused me to gasp and squeal like a girl! He pushed again causing me to grimace and grunt and struggle further to get away. I didn't want to go through with this and began to whine and sob as Dave continued working me over poking at my opening. But they soon had enough of my begging and my girlish squealing sobs. "I'll get the gag," Joan said. And moments later she returned and put a black rubber stub into my mouth that was attached to a black tube and a pump device. She then began quickly squeezing, pumping the black bulb that began pumping air into the latex ball gag she had worked into my mouth. I struggled but she easily held the gag in place as she held her hand over my mouth and continued pumping the gag. "That's it, get her nice and quiet," Dave said as he watched Joan pump the gag up. It began inflating and soon was filling my mouth. My cheeks began to balloon out and my jaws began to distend as Joan pumped the gag tight. I twitched and "Mmmmffed" into the gag while Joan continued. She didn't stop until I was properly gagged and quite silent now. She undid the tube and the pump bulb running to the gag and took it away leaving my cheeks puffed out and my lipsticked lips and mouth forced wide brimming with the shiny, taut black latex. Joan returned to the bed and took my arms once again. "We won't hurt you Chrissy dear, just relax, just relax and enjoy the sensation. The female hormones flowing through your system and your brain will adjust and you'll start having sexual feminine thoughts and feelings. You'll see," she said as Dave continued grunting not being able to get in. He backed out then applied another dollop of lubricant to his member then once he got between my legs once again and got them over his shoulders he went to work once again. I could feel the pressure build and gasped and grunted yet again. My muffled girlish squeals could still be heard even through the gag! I felt the pressure grow in intensity and felt the pain increase and began gasping and squealing again as I felt him begin to stretch me. I tossed my head from side to side blubbering into the gag as Joan held my arms so I couldn't get away. He pushed and grunted once again. "She is one tight little bitch!" He gasped. "Don't hurt her!" Joan said as she looked on. I felt him push again and felt myself being stretched