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1.
Thursday, 9:45 Am: I slowly come to my senses looking at the alarm clock
on my nightstand. Thinking that I must have needed some extra sleep, I
turn over and find my wife missing from the other side of the bed. "Where
did she go?" I wonder as I slip a pair of feathered mules onto my feet
from beside the bed and slip a robe on over my nightgown as I head to the
bathroom.
Heading into the kitchen, I see a note under my coffee cup on the
counter. It reads:
Hey Sexy-
Went shopping for a few things, be a good girl while I'm gone.
Love, Me
With a grin, I fold the paper and set it aside while I make my breakfast.
As I finish eating the intercom rings, and I move over to answer it.
"Hello?" I say.
"It's Jen. The gate code isn't working- buzz me in."
I press the button below the intercom and head to the front door to meet
her. Jen is an old friend of my wife's that we hire to come a few times a
week as a cleaning lady, but I'm not sure how much or even if she is
paid. I open the door and greet her; she hands me her coat to hang and as
I turn to do so, she gives my rear a playful squeeze through my panties.
"That's from Laura-I just got off the phone with her," She tells me.
"What did she say?" I ask.
"She wants to have extra attention given to the 3rd bedroom today."
"I see- Should I change and give you a hand?" I ask, thinking of the pink
satin maid's dress hanging in my closet that I had only had 2 chances to
wear so far.
"Nope," Jen replied, "She left instructions for you to work on your tan
lines while she's out- I'm to make sure you spend 30 minutes on each
side, so go pick out a bikini and head to the pool, little miss."
I turn and head back into the master bedroom, hearing Jen beginning to
pull the vacuum out of the hall closet behind me. Entering the bedroom, I
pull off my nightgown and put it in the hamper, then walk into one of the
closets. "Hers and hers walk in closets now," I chuckle to myself as I am
greeted by racks and shelves of dresses, skirts, and lingerie where male
clothes used to hang. Opening a drawer reveals a selection of swimwear,
mostly bikinis but with a few one piece suits mixed in. I select a pretty
lavender bikini, and make sure I am properly tucked as I pull the bottoms
up my smooth legs. I fit the top over my budding breasts, and head out to
the pool with some tanning oil and a book to read.
2.
My wife and I had always had what most would consider a normal
relationship throughout our courtship and the first few years of our
marriage. We got along well, the sex was great, and we always spent more
time laughing together than arguing. I knew she had a strong bisexual
streak, but I had made it clear that as long as nothing happened behind
my back, I wouldn't stand in the way of her indulging herself in that
regard. There had been a few times that she had brought a woman home, and
I was always on hand to either cheer, supervise, or assist, depending on
Laura's needs at the time. All in all, it was a marriage to make people
jealous.
One night, she went to a gay bar with a gay male friend to see a male
dancer show. Being hetero, I elected to stay home. When she arrived home,
she was more than a little bit drunk when she announced to me, "That show
made me so incredibly horny for a woman, I can't even believe it!"
I gave her a strange look and said, "A bunch of men waving their packages
around in your face made you crave pussy? Is this that new math or
something?"
"I know it makes no sense," she said, "I just need a girl!"
"Well, it's too late to go out; its 2am and all the bars are closed."
"Dammit," she pouted as we began to get ready for bed. As I shut out the
light, I suggested that perhaps I could go down on her, and she could
close her eyes and pretend I was a girl. She thought about it for a
moment, the turned the light back on got out of bed, and went over to her
dresser. She began rummaging around and came out with a black teddy I had
bought for her months before. "Put this on," she instructed.
"Baby, that won't fit me," I protested, "besides, I would look ludicrous
in something like that."
"No one will see how you look with the light out," she said, "please do
it- for me?"
The next thing I know, I'm fumbling around with the straps of the teddy,
trying to readjust them for my larger shoulders. As we began to fool
around, I gradually began to feel like a girl, instead of a man wearing a
ridiculous outfit, and I found the experience to be so incredibly erotic
I had the best orgasm of my life without any attention being paid to my
penis at all. Afterward, she fell asleep, and I got undressed, and lay in
bed awake staring at the ceiling, wondering what had just happened to me.
When morning came, Laura was quite hung over, and stayed in bed most of
the morning. I brought her aspirin, food and drink when she asked for it,
and tried to be as quiet as possible. Around 3pm, she came out of the
room and sat beside me on the couch. "So," she said after a moment, "What
did you think of the sex last night?"
"I thought it was the best I'd ever had, and Lord help me, I don't know
what that means," I replied.
"Well, if it makes you feel any better, it was awesome for me as well- I
think we can explore this as long as we both enjoy it- after all, it's
just 2 married people enjoying sex, right?"
I couldn't fault her logic, and over the next few months, we played
?dress up games' a couple times each week; she even went so far as to buy
a couple things in my size on eBay for me to wear. In time, my
apprehension lessened, and I began to look forward to my ?girl' nights
more and more. We began to experiment and look online at fetish sites to
see what level of ?kink' we preferred. We found that neither of us
enjoyed the bondage or humiliation aspects of the feminization ?scene';
she discovered that she was extremely turned on by shemales, and I
discovered that my natural male fantasy about watching 2 females was
slowly being replaced by the fantasy of being one of the 2 females.
Then suddenly, life threw a curve at us...
3.
One day, we got the news that her Aunt and Uncle had been killed in a car
wreck. She was devastated, as they had been her favorite relatives
growing up. I had liked them as well, but I figured she would need my
support, so I worried more for her. We both arranged to take time off
from our jobs to attend the funeral.
After the service, the lawyer who was handling their estate pulled Laura
and I aside and told us, "I know you are scheduled to head back home
tomorrow, but I think you should stop by my office before you go to the
airport." We attended the meeting and found that as they had no children
of their own, Laura was the sole recipient in their will other than each
other; what's more, their assets totaled over 100 million dollars!
Laura found the change in lifestyle to be bittersweet, considering what
had to happen in order to become more financially comfortable. In time,
however, the pain faded, and she was able to look at the inheritance as a
blessing instead of a curse.
One day not long after life had gotten resettled, Laura surprised me at
bedtime wearing a beautiful new light blue negligee and robe. She asked
if I liked it, and I responded that it (and she) was beautiful. She then
reached into the closet and brought out a matching one for me. I was
extremely happy that she was beginning to take an interest in any kind of
sex again; especially the strange and erotic role playing that had been
stuck in my mind almost daily. I got dressed and we got into bed and
immediately began making out and stroking each others bodies through our
nighties. It wasn't long before we both came several times just fondling
each other. Afterwards, I started to get up to get undressed, and she
told me to keep it on, and said she wanted to have a serious talk. She
told me she had been thinking of the "simulated lesbianism" games we had
enjoyed, and she wanted to explore it some more; I asked, "What did you
have in mind?"
"Well, I've been thinking it over, and.... I'd like for us to move to a
new city," She answered while lazily tweaking my nipple through my
nightgown. "I think we should both quit our jobs and we'll buy a secluded
house out in the boonies somewhere. Once we get moved, I'd like to have
you live as a woman full time. I'll get you hormones and surgeries to
make you as feminine as possible. The only thing I won't change is your
beautiful girlcock," she said, reaching down and giving my crotch a
squeeze.
"WHOAH there!" I exclaimed. "Where the hell did THAT come from?"
"Actually, I've been fantasizing about it for almost a year now; now we
have the money to fulfill the fantasy."
"Still," I said, "That's quite a big step up from an occasional sex game,
wouldn't you say?"
"It is," she agreed, "but I know it will turn me on, and I THINK it will
turn you on as well... Tell you what- why don't we try it until either
one of us decides we aren't enjoying it, Plus, we'll avoid doing anything
permanent unless we both agree to it- Think about it for a couple of
days, ok?"
So I thought about it for a few days, and couldn't really come up with a
whole lot of reasons to tell her I wasn't interested. The whole thing was
beginning to sound very safe and erotic to me, since we didn't have to
worry about working or anything. When I told her I would agree to her
idea as long as we followed the stipulations, she threw her arms around
me and thanked me, saying she knew I wouldn't regret it. She then
explained what was to be expected of me. "First off, I want you to know
that I will be in charge. I will never hurt or embarrass you, but I will
be the Mistress and you will be my delicate little girl in training. I
will also be the one to initiate sex all the time. Second, we begin this
experiment tomorrow in a limited sense. From Now on, you will wear
panties under your male clothes all the time, and any time we are home
without company, you will wear no male clothing whatsoever. After we
move, you will dress exclusively female and there will be no male
clothing in the household at all. And this," she added, squeezing my
crotch for emphasis, "will only be referred to as a girlcock or a sissy
clit from now on- we'll be getting plenty of miles out of it, but only in
ways that aren't a danger of reasserting any masculinity... Understood?"
I nodded and she replied with a grin, "Good girl."
4.
So we put in our notices at our jobs, and she called her old friend Jen
to ask about the town she lived in. I began wearing panties under my work
clothes and after work each day, I would arrive home and she would have a
feminine outfit of some sort hanging in the foyer of the apartment that I
was expected to change into before entering further. Within a month, we
had picked out a very large house on a very private 15 acre parcel of
land. She hired movers to move all of our things. When I protested that I
could have rented a uhaul and moved us myself, she replied, "And build up
those MAN muscles I'm trying to get you to lose? I don't THINK so..."
We spent a few days in a hotel in our old town after the movers left,
seeing all the sights we had never got around to going to, and saying
goodbye to our few friends. Then it was the long drive to our new home. I
was a little nervous about the future, but Laura had assured me that she
would always love and honor me, no matter what, and we would never go
beyond what I felt comfortable with.
As soon as we walked into the foyer of the new house, I was amazed to
find it furnished and unpacked. Laura turned to me and told me to strip
from my "nasty boy clothes."
"Already?" I asked.
"Absolutely," she said, "I've been waiting to start this for a month
now."
I did as I was told and followed her naked into the master bedroom.
"Remember the ?his and hers' walk-in closets the realtor was showing us?"
she asked, "Well, it's now ?hers and hers' closets, girlfriend." I looked
into the closet she pointed to and found it crammed full of feminine
clothing of all types. She told me to pick something out, and she would
always be there to help me if it didn't match or suit the occasion. I
walked back and forth for a few minutes looking at everything, and then
finally picked out a light sundress and a pair of low heeled sandals.
"Perfect," Laura said, "You're a natural."
She led me back into the bedroom and showed me that my underwear drawer
was now filled with bra and panty sets. Explaining that I should always
wear a bra so I get used to it by the time I have my own breasts, she
helped me get dressed before we went into the kitchen to fix dinner.
While we were cooking, she took every opportunity to brush against me,
squeeze me, stroke me through my dress, and anything else to turn me on.
She explained that starting the next morning, I would begin learning my
makeup and keeping myself hairless. After a while, she said, "Of course,
you need a new name since you're a girl now. Would you prefer something
close to your male name, like Dawn or Donna?"
"Darla," I immediately replied.
"I see you've already given that some thought," she laughed. I just
smiled at her and began to set the table.
As we were eating, I took the pills she handed me without comment, then
asked her how she had managed to fill the prescription, get the house
unpacked and stock the closet with all that stuff in my size from all
those miles away.
"Remember my friend Jen?" she answered. Seeing the mortified look on my
face, she said, "Don't worry- I explained the situation to her and she's
OK with it- More than OK, from the way she talked. You can't live in a
total vacuum Darla, eventually people will see you, you know... But don't
worry- I promise Jen will be the only one until you're completely
passable."
I wasn't completely reassured, but I let her lead me into the bedroom
where we changed into matching babydoll nighties and crawled into bed. We
were instantly all over each other and didn't wind up sleeping until
almost daylight.
Over the next few months I learned makeup and dressing at the hands of
both Laura and Jen, who turned out to be a dear friend to both of us. I
was never sure if she and Laura had been lovers in the past, but she took
to helping with my transformation like a fish to water, and before long
had taken to sharing our bed a few times a week.
During this time, I also had electrolysis to remove all my body hair, and
watched the hormones make changes to my body. My breasts began to grow,
and my hips and rear began to get larger in a very short time. Laura told
me my body was taking to the girl juice like it had been made for me. I
was amazed at the way the hormones managed to make my skin softer and my
body more girlish without ruining my ability to have an erection. Laura
said she had found a doctor who was testing an experimental hormone
regimen; without it, she said, I would have been unable and uninterested.
"And that wouldn't do at all, for either of us," she would laugh.
Throughout the whole process, Laura had grown steadily more excited and
insatiable at my increasing femininity. She told me that she was so
excited all the time at how I was looking she couldn't keep her hands off
me. I enjoyed teasing her by being as girlish as possible and waiting for
her to attack me several times each day. For myself, I realized that
throughout my whole life, I had been turned on by my wife (or any of my
girlfriends before I met her), but I had never felt sexy and desirable
before I started becoming more feminine. I found that I was actually
looking forward to the next step, and told her last night after our
lovemaking.
5.
2:30 PM... I look at the clock by the pool and realize I've been
daydreaming out here over an hour and I'd better get inside before I
burn. As I walk in, Jen passes me on her way to empty some trash and
tweaks my nipple through my bikini top. "Laura just called and said
she'll be home in a little while. She wants you looking your best when
she gets here." I go into the master and begin running a bath. While the
tub fills, I check the hamper and see that it hasn't been emptied by Jen
yet, so I deposit my bikini on top of our other clothes and pour some
bath oils into the tub. I get in and soak for a short while- not as long
as I'd like, since I don't know when Laura will arrive or what surprises
she has in store for me. I wash my hair and lather up my body; maybe
taking just a bit too long on my breasts. I inspect my legs, underarms
and torso for any stray hairs that the treatments may have missed and
need to be shaved manually, then rinse and step out of the tub. I grab a
pair of fluffy pink towels, wrapping one around my chest and the other
around my hair, and head into my closet to pick an outfit.
I decide to go with something my wife likes best on me, which is pink and
girlish, so I begin with a fresh coat of pink nail polish on my toes and
fingernails. After that is dry, I carefully slide a pair of pink seamed
thigh high stockings up my legs and attach them to a pink garter belt. A
matching light pink bra and panty set is next. I make sure I am properly
tucked into the panties; Laura has told me many times how she loves to
see my girlcock hidden, then suddenly revealed when she pulls my panties
down. I finish with a sheer white top and short white skirt. Looking in
the mirror, I see that my pink bra is visible through the top, and the
skirt is short enough to expose my stocking tops with almost every
motion. I sit at the vanity and begin to do my makeup and apply a coat of
pink lipstick to my lips; afterwards, I decide on a lark to put my hair
in pigtails to further drive home the naughty schoolgirl look that I'm
cultivating.
I slip on some white heels and walk out to the living room where it seems
Jen is finishing up the cleaning. "How do I look?" I ask her.
"Good enough to eat, sweetie."
I beam at the compliment, and then my wife walks through the door with an
armload of shopping bags. She sees me and drops the bags to the floor.
"Wow," she says.
"You like?" I ask, dropping into an ultra-feminine pose.
"You are one hot little bitch," she breathes. She walks over and begins
kissing me greedily, reaching her hand under my skirt and squeezing me
through my panties. Jen walks over to her and pulls her face from mine
and gives her a deep kiss. Laura keeps stroking me while she returns the
kiss. After they break, Jen says, "I was just telling her she looked good
enough to eat."
"I agree," Laura says, "But not until after she's unwrapped her
presents." She gestures at the pile of bags around her feet.
"What's the occasion?" I ask.
Laura begins to fondle my breasts through my top. "This Tuesday will be
your last day as a B cup," she announces with a smile, "Now let's get
these packages into the bedroom, along with the ones in the car."
The 3 of us pick up all the bags and plop them onto the bed. Laura has me
open what seems like 50 small boxes first, all containing new bra and
panty sets, lingerie, and swimwear. "It's time for all of your old things
to go to Goodwill since they won't fit you next week anyway," she
explains. While I put my new things in my drawer, Jen is taking the old
stuff and putting it into some of the shopping bags and Laura says that
she's also scheduled some facial work and shaving of my Adam's apple
while I'm there, so I might be gone for a few days.
The remainder of the boxes is now laid on the bed; Laura has put them
into some sort of order and tells me I should try them on in the order
she's specified. "I know they'll be a bit loose in the chest area," she
says, "but I want to get before and after pictures of you wearing these
outfits. So you're going to put on a little fashion show for us today."
With that, she heads into the living room with Jen. I open the first box
and find a classic ?little black dress' with a new pair of black pumps. I
exchange my pink stockings for some black fishnets, redo my lipstick in
red, and go to the living room.
The girls snap some photos as I walk and spin for a few, then they send
me to change. The second set of boxes hold a beautiful flowing burgundy
gown, with matching opera gloves, stockings, and shoes. As I change, I
realize that the bust is a bit large, but not overly so. I estimate she
must be making me either a large C or maybe small D cup. I think to
myself that I'm glad that she hasn't decided to do anything cartoonish to
me and walk back out to the living room. The girls fondle me through my
dress, compliment me, snap a few pictures, and send me in to change. This
process goes on for at least 3 hours as each new outfit requires an
adjustment to either my makeup or lingerie, and I figure that if this is
a test as well as a present, I don't want to fail it.
Coming into the living room wearing my 5th new outfit, an emerald green
blouse and skirt set, I find Laura and Jen making out heavily on the
couch, each practically naked and with their hands in each other's
panties. I clear my throat loudly, and Laura breaks the kiss and they
both look at me. She begins to finger Jen, whispering repeatedly into her
ear, "Look at the girl we're making." Seeing Jen's breasts begin to
heave, I begin to walk slowly toward her, stopping every few steps to
strike a pose. By the time I reach the couch, Jen is moaning loudly and
clutching Laura's arm with both hands. Laura tells me to skip to the last
set of boxes, "But walk away slowly," she instructs me. As I sway
seductively towards the bedroom, I hear Jen cry out in orgasm.
The last set of boxes contains a white satin bustier set with 6 attached
garters, new white stockings, a sheer robe, and a pair of white pumps
with heels that had to be 6" high. I looked at the heels with a bit of
hesitation since I've never worn heels above 4 inches before; but then
the excitement takes over and I begin to put everything on as quickly as
possible so I can see how it looks. I'm a bit wobbly on the heels for a
moment, but I adjust very quickly as I walk to the mirror. I love the way
my legs look in the heels, and the bustier shows off the feminine
hourglass shape I'm developing. I sit at the vanity and touch up my hair
and makeup, then walk out to the living room.
As I enter, I see Jen bouncing heavily on Laura's lap, facing away from
her so they both can watch me strut into the room. "I hope you ladies
didn't miss me too badly," I say, "Did you manage to find a way to occupy
yourselves while I changed?" They both stand, and I notice that Laura is
wearing a strap-on dildo that is glistening with Jen's juices as they
both walk over to me. Jen begins to kiss me deeply as Laura walks behind
me and runs her hands up my stockinged legs. She reaches between my legs
and begins to stroke me through my panties as Jen frees my breasts from
the cups of my buster and begins playing with my nipples. The sensations
are enough to make my knees weak, and I lean backwards against Laura for
support.
"Take down her panties," Laura tells Jen. As Jen lowers my panties to mid
thigh, I spread my legs slightly to allow my hardening girlcock to spring
free. I feel Laura shudder against my back, and I know she was leaning
over my shoulders and watching between my breasts as it sprang into view.
"Suck it," Laura says. Jen begins to lick and suck me, I feel Laura
begin to press the strap-on against my ass. I tense immediately and begin
to turn around.
"Relax, baby girl," Laura says, "I've been waiting for months to get your
virginity- Trust me, you are going to LOVE this." I am still
apprehensive, but I allow myself to be distracted by the warm circle of
Jen's mouth as Laura gently enters me. Jen is on her knees in front of
me, fingering herself with one hand and stroking my testes with the other
as she slowly deep throats my girlcock. Before long, Laura has worked
her strap-on completely inside me, and begins slowly moving it in and out
as she reaches around and rolling my nipples between her fingers. I feel
the dildo rubbing against my prostate and I begin to thrust my hips back
and forth in time with her motions. Laura tells me, "Try not to come for
as long as you can, girl." If my mouth was capable of anything but moans
I would laugh in her face. Between the strap-on, Jen's mouth, and Laura's
fingers sending waves of pleasure through my nipples, I quickly enter
into a type of nirvana where I feel that I'm floating a few inches
outside my body, riding waves of pleasure that radiate outward from my
center. I'm sure that I orgasm at least 3 times before we all collapse
into a slowly writhing mess of mostly female bodies.
10:00 PM
Jen has gone home for the evening, and Laura and I are getting ready for
bed.
I've noticed that Laura has seemed preoccupied and quiet all throughout
dinner and afterwards; I mention it to her as I'm removing my makeup and
changing into a new baby blue chiffon peignoir set. "Is anything wrong?"
I ask. She tells me to come to bed and we'd talk about it.
When I crawl into bed, she kisses me and begins. "Did you enjoy me
fucking you today?" she asks me.
"Yes," I admit, "and I'm guessing you did too!"
"I've fantasized about it ever since we started this experiment, and
doing it is even hotter than I'd imagined."
"Well, thank you for not using something too big," I say.
"Aw, is my little girl sore?" she teases, rubbing my rear through my
nightgown.
"A little," I say, "but I have a feeling I'll be getting used to it
before too much longer."
"Such a smart girl, too," she grins, "The first few times we'll accompany
it with some help from Jen's mouth; after that, I'll just play with your
nipples during- before long, you'll be able to cum just from being
fucked."
"Okaaaaay...Uh... Why?"
"Because it's more feminine, silly," she chides me. Then her faces turns
serious, "Have you thought about transitioning all the way to a full
female?"
"Not really," I reply, "A few fleeting thoughts here and there, but
nothing serious."
"Maybe you should think about it for a few days, see how the idea
sounds."
"I'm not sure, my love... That sounds a little irreversible to me."
"True," she admits, "But you are enjoying this role so much I can't see
you ever going back to drab manliness. Wouldn't you like to have a smooth
front to your panties without all that tucking?"
"That's not the point," I say, "I thought you enjoyed the blend of male
and female in the same body? If I become female, what's to set me apart
from Jen, or any other girl?"
"You are the love of my life, and I wouldn't even want to think of life
without you," she says earnestly as she looks into my eyes, "That won't
change no matter what your private parts look like. And I do love having
my own shemale to play with; it's a huge turn-on. I've just been thinking
recently that it might turn me on more to see you as a full female and
know that I made you that way."
"And what do you do if you need cock and I don't have one anymore?" I
ask.
"Maybe we can find a pretty shemale to come play with us on the days that
Jen doesn't," she giggles, "just give it some thought for me, OK?"
I agree to think about it, after asking her to think as well, because she
said it MIGHT be a turn on and it would be impossible to come back from
if it turns out she is wrong. With that she kisses me and drifts off to
sleep, but I lay awake for a long time, wondering what surgeries she has
me scheduled for Tuesday, and how I feel about this new direction.
(to be continued?)
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