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My Stepmother-Part Two
As we drove back to my apartment I couldn't help but wonder if this was
all a bad dream or a dream come true. After all, I've been in love with
wearing dresses, and everything that goes with that, for most of my
life. The thought of being able to wear a dress on a daily basis in
public was both exciting and scary.
Was this what my Step Mother meant when she said, "I prefer you this way
and we need to figure out a way to keep you in dresses" or was she
making fun of me? I wasn't sure and was afraid to ask.
When we drove into my apartment complex, I began to panic. My keys were
in my purse, which was in my car, which was parked in the Allen's
neighborhood. My Step Mother parked her car in front of my apartment and
got out.
"Let's go," she said.
I got out of the car and walked behind her.
"Pat," I said.
"Yes," she replied.
"I have a little problem," I said.
She stopped and turned to face me. "What is it?"
"I don't have my keys."
"Where are they?" she asked.
"In my purse, which is in my car."
"You carry a purse too?"
"Yes," I said as the soft wind blew my dress about my legs.
"Well, I'll tell you, I'm not driving back to the Allen's and then back
here, you'll just have to come home with me," she said and headed back
to the car.
"I'd rather stay in my own apartment," I said.
"Since you don't have your key's, that's NOT an option so get in the
car," she said rather sternly.
I meekly got back into the car. At first, we drove in silence, then she
asked.
"So, how many dresses do you have?"
"24," I said.
"24, that's more than I have. My God," she said. "How did you keep all
this a secret for so long?"
"I don't know. I guess I was good at hiding them," I explained.
"24 dresses is a lot to hide, not to mention all the other stuff. How
often did you 'dress'?"
"Not as often as I would have liked, but whenever I was home alone I'd
at least put on a dress." I said.
"Did you ever try any of my dresses on?" she asked.
"Yes, a couple of times, but most of yours have pencil skirts and I like
to wear a petticoat underneath," I said.
By this time, we were pulling into her drive way.
"I had no idea. Apparently you are a very good sneak and a liar. I can
see we have a lot to talk about in the morning, but for now, it's late."
Pat parked the car in the drive way and walked toward the front door. I
got out of the car and followed her feeling like a naughty little girl.
As we walked inside, she took hold of my right arm and led me over to an
armless chair in the kitchen. She sat down and pulled me across her lap.
As promised, she gave me my third spanking of the evening, first over my
dress and then on my bare bottom.
THE TALK
The next morning, Pat woke me up around 7:30am and told me to shower and
get dressed. I asked if she had anything for me to wear and she told me
to put on the same dress I wore yesterday, it might be dirty, but that's
the best we could do. I asked her if she had any thing else I could
wear.
"NO," was her reply.
"Yes mam." Her mood was very serious indeed and I didn't think it wise
to test her.
"Now get dressed and come down stairs, I'll give you 20 min. I suggest
light make up and your hair in a pony tail." She said as she walked out
of the room.
I showered and cleaned up and then put the dirty dress on from last
night and headed downstairs. Pat was sitting on a stool at the Island
bar in the center of the kitchen. When she saw me, she told me we needed
to talk and for me to stand on the other side of the bar.
"I'm sure you will agree with me that last night was quite a night," she
began.
"I'd agree with that" I said.
"Please keep your mouth shut and speak only when I tell you to."
"Yes mam."
"The call from Mrs. Allen was one thing; telling me my DAUGHTER had been
naughty. My daughter? Then to arrive at their home and find you, all
dolled up in a pretty dress and standing in a corner with your dress
pulled up and your panties down showing off a red bottom was quite
another. But the surprises didn't end there, no, no, no, they continued.
Your outfit was perfect, complete with garter belt and stockings,
matching panties & bra, high heels, your hair done, nails, earrings and
make up. Then I find out, you gave no protest to Mrs. Allen when she
spanked you and stood you in a corner. You must have known that I was
coming and would see you like that. Then you let me spank you, not once,
but twice. And then the biggest shocker of all: You want to find a
strong man who will spank you and then force you to give him a blow-job,
yet, you say you're not gay. It's clear to me that is more that a hobby
with you. You have more dresses than most girls and have hidden them for
years, in effect lying to me. It's all a bit much to figure out."
I was getting scared. Pat was mad and her words and tone showed it.
"Are you mad at me?" I asked.
"Yes, I'm mad at you. I can't believe this situation and I can't believe
you nor can I trust you," she snapped back.
"You don't need to believe me or trust me; I don't need this from you.
I'm sorry I told Mrs. Allen to call you last night. I won't get you
involved in my life again. Please just take me to my car and I will get
out of your life forever," I said almost crying.
"Listen young lady, you sprung a lot on me last night. Stuff you've been
dealing with for19 years. I've had 12 hours to try and make sense of it
all and I can't. I can't even say I understand it. I can't even say I
like all of it. But, I can tell you this, I prefer Stephanie to Steve.
As Stephanie you listen to me, you mind me and you talk to me. You seem
much calmer and not at all angry. I like that, so if you need to wear a
dress and be spanked to help your attitude, then I'm all for that. It's
all the other stuff," she said. "That's more than putting on a dress and
doing house work in the privacy of your own home."
"What are you saying? I asked.
"I'm not saying anything just yet. I have some questions and I'd like
honest answers to them, OK?
"OK," I said
"You said when you put on a dress it calms you down and I can see that
it does, but why?"
"When I'm dressed as a boy, I have a short fuse and I try to be macho,
like other guys. I tend to do and say 'guy things.' Guys think they need
to be strong at all times and not cry or show emotions or do anything
that seems feminine. Guys need to be the strong ones, the ones in
control. But when I put on a dress my anger all but goes away. I feel
feminine and it relaxes me, I'm calmer and I feel very domestic. It's
almost as if I take off the male macho thing and replace it with more
true feelings. I can be sad, scared and even cry without feeling like
its wrong. I really begin to feel my feminine side," I said.
"That makes sense to me. But why do you like to be spanked?"
"I don't like to be spanked, it hurts," I said.
"But last night you told me you look for strong men to spank you,
right?"
"Yea, I said that, but it's not really the spanking I'm looking for.
It's the idea that I can be punished like a naughty child and not be
able to stop it that I crave. It's being taken care of and treated like
a child, where it's all right to be naughty and have someone correct
you, rather than an adult that has all the worries of the world to deal
with. Being spanked by someone is the purest form of control I know of
and if it's done without anger, it's a nice feeling. Although the
spanking part does hurt."
"OK, but when you're dressed like a boy, you don't feel that way?" she
asked.
"Not at all and if someone tried to handle me that way I'd fight them
all the way. Which is strange, I know, but it's the truth."
"Is that why you don't consider your self gay, even though you want to
give men blow jobs?"
"I guess so," I said. "When I'm dressed as a boy I'd never give a guy a
blow job; I'd never even consider it. But when I'm dressed as Stephanie,
I almost crave it."
"Have you ever, given one?" she asked. "And I want the truth."
"Yes," I said as I put my head down.
"Holy shit," she said shaking her head and looking up at the ceiling.
"You gave a guy a blow job, I can't believe this." She was beginning to
scare me. "When did you do this, while you were still living under my
roof?"
"It was several months ago," I said.
"So you were living under my roof?"
"I guess so, yea."
"Did you do it IN MY HOUSE?" she asked.
"NO, NO, NO," I said.
"Do I know this man?"
"No, I don't even know him," I said.
"What? You gave a guy a blow job and you don't even know who he is?"
"Yes mam, we met, I gave him a blow job and I haven't seen him since."
"How in the world did this happened."
"I don't think I can tell you, I mean, it's kind of private."
"The hell it is, it's a part of this whole scene of yours and I need to
have all the details in order to figure out where we go from here. So
spill it."
"Fine, you want the details, I'll give you the details," I said,
figuring I was in so deep as it was a little deeper didn't matter.
"A few months back, when you were out of town, I came home from work and
wanted to go out as Stephanie and walk around a bit. Feeling really
feminine, I shaved my legs and put on sun tan stockings, a black garter
belt, a matching bra and panty set (white silk I believe) a white
camisole, a white slip and petticoat and black pair of open toed high
heels. I put on my black dress with white polka dots, did my hair and
make up just so and headed downtown. It was a nice night with a slight
breeze and as I drove around for a while I found myself passing an Adult
book store. There were several cars parked in the parking lot so I
almost chickened out, but I figured I'd come this far, I might as well
go for it. I parked as far away from the door as possible. Getting out
of my car, with my high heels making a lot of noise as I walked on the
pavement, I headed into the place. I'd gotten half way when a car pulled
into the parking lot, shining its head lights on me. The driver looked
me over real good and then parked his car in an open spot. I walked the
rest of the way, opened the door to the store and walked in. There was a
chime that alerted the store whenever someone came in or left, thus, as
I walked in with my high heels clicking away, everyone looked up and saw
me. Some looked right back down, others never took their eyes off me. I
walked around a bit and looked at some magazines and other items. After
a bit, I figured out that in the back there was a section that had
several booths that showed movies. I started to move toward the opening
when the clerk yelled."
"You need to pay to go in there sweetheart."
"O, I'm sorry, how much is it?" I asked walking toward the counter.
"$9.50 for peeps and $12.50 for the theater," he told me.
"OK, I'll just do the peeps."
"You want any condoms honey; you might need them in there?"
"This idea hit me and I got excited that I might be able to turn some
one on enough to need condoms, so I bought three. I took the money out
of my purse and put my change and the condoms in. Then I headed to the
back room.
As I walked through the curtained door I had to adjust my eyes since it
was rather dark. The only light came from the little TV's in each of the
booths. As I walked around, I became very aware of my high heels, since
they were clicked away like crazy. Most of the guys simply stood in the
door way of a booth and watched whatever was on the screen. I walked
around for a bit, back and forth without much happening and I was
getting a little upset. No one paid much attention to me and I was
beginning to think this was a huge waste of time. I then noticed a
larger room which had a big screen TV and was showing a girl giving a
guy a blow job. He would spank her bottom every once in while, but for
the most part she was tending to business. Several guys were in there
watching it and I walked in and moved all the way to the back. Again
nothing happened. Sure a few of them watched me, but no one said or did
anything, so after a few minutes, I made my way out. As I got to the
door, a rather large man, who had been watching me the whole time
swatted my bottom as I walked by him and then stood there with a grin on
his face. I smiled back at him and continued walking. However, I only
walked to the end of the hallway and looking back over my shoulder, made
eye contact with him. I then poked my head in the movie booth, bending
at the waist, making sure my bottom was sticking out into the hall way.
After a few moments, I felt a hand caress my bottom and then pinch it.
It was him and he smiled and went into the booth next to the one I was
looking in and shut the door. I entered my booth and shut my door.
Within a short time, I saw his dick sticking through a hole in the wall.
I just looked at it for a moment and then got down on my knees. I first
took it in my hand and rubbed it a little bit. It started grow so I
decided to put the very tip of it in my mouth and suck on it. He seemed
to like that and pushed more of it through the hole. I tried to put the
whole thing in my mouth but gagged, so I licked it like a Popsicle. He
then told me to come into his booth. As I entered his booth, he was
sitting on a stool with his legs apart showing me everything. I went
down on my knees again and took it all in my mouth. I gagged again and
started to pull out, but he stopped me by grabbing the back of my head,
telling me to relax and to take a little bit at a time till I had the
whole thing. As I tried to relax he bent down and grabbed my bottom
pulling me up on my heels which caused his penis to slide out of my
mouth. He then put his right hand on my chin and told me to get his
penis back in my mouth and only take it out when he tells me to. I did
as he instructed and went back to work.
As I was blowing him, he pulled my dress, petticoat and slip up and
pulled my panties down. He then stared to caress my bottom giving me a
spank every so often and putting his finger in and out of me. At first I
didn't like it but after a bit it felt nice. We played this game for a
while and then he took a hold of my head and pushed me up and down on
him like mad. I sucked and sucked and then he exploded in my mouth. I
took it all in, but didn't swallow it. I had some tissue in my purse and
spit it out on a few of them. "Don't like to swallow?" he said. He then
gave me five swats on my bare bottom. "If you really want to get noticed
out there, don't fix yourself, leave your panties down and your dress up
when you walk out, that'll get you some action," he said and then left.
I pulled up my panties and lowered my dress and left a few minutes
later."
"So there you have it, all the details of my first time giving a blow
job."
Pat just sat there not saying a word. Then she said, "This is so unreal.
I can't believe it. What do you think your father would have said about
all this? She asked.
"I don't think he would have understood. Hell, I don't understand it
myself. But I've lived with it for a very long time and I've had to
except it as best as I could. Do you think it's been easy for me? Do you
think I wanted to feel this way? You act like I've done something
horrible to you. I haven't. It's been done to me and I can't change it.
I've tried, believe me I've tried. It's a part of me and it's NOT going
away. Each time I suppress it, it becomes stronger. And when I finally
give in and put on a dress, it feels wonderful and I love it even more."
"I'm sorry, it's just a lot to deal with all at once, but I'm trying,"
Pat said.
"Do you think it's been fun for me, hiding this and living in fear that
one day the people I care about in my life would find out and be
disappointed in me?"
"I didn't think about it that way," he replied.
"No one does, all anyone does is focus on themselves and what it's done
to them and how I'm sick and need help or how I lied to them by not
telling them about it. In time you'll start to look at me differently
and not see me anymore. You'll just see the dress or the high heels and
not me."
"You're right and it's not fair to you. Perhaps this has been a struggle
all your life, but you seem to be enjoying it quite a bit. I can't say I
understand it, in fact I don't and I don't think I can be a part of it."
"What are you saying?" I asked.
"I don't think I can deal with this."
"You dealt with it ok last night," I said.
"No not really. I mean, yes I went along with some of it, I called you
Stephanie and spanked you, but that wasn't dealing with the issue. When
I saw you standing in the corner, I was amused and I spanked you because
I've wanted to for some time but didn't think it was my place. I can't
say I didn't enjoy it, I did. But all this other stuff is too much; it's
just too much. You're old enough to live your life the way you want, but
I can't be a part of this. The story you just told me scares me. If you
continue to 'play' like that you'll put yourself in great danger and
might find yourself in a situation that you can't get out of. Do you
understand?" she asked.
"I can take care of myself and won't put myself in situations I can't
get out of," I replied.
"That's what I thought you'd say and it's another reason, I can't go
along with you on this."
"It's ok, I understand, I didn't expect you do, it just felt like you
were for a little while there," I said.
"I know and I'm sorry for that."
"I do thank you for helping me last night and not making feel like I'm
sick or something," I said.
"I don't think you're sick, I just concerned about where this might
lead."
"I am too, but I've had that fear for most of my life and I've learned
to deal with." I was getting a little tired of all this and wanted to
leave so I said, "Would you please take me to the Allen's, I'll clean up
their yard and then go home, I'd like to take a warm bath."
Jo
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