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My Boyfriend's Affair
By Margaret Jeanette
Taylor Hunnicutt was enjoying herself immensely. She was sitting on the
sofa with her best friend's live-in boyfriend. She was wearing a blue
push-up half bra and a pair of white crotchless panties with red lace
trim. She had Tyler right where she wanted him.
He was sitting oblivious to the fact she was putting nail polish on his
fingernails. He just had to stare at that gorgeous body of hers. She was
his dream goddess. He liked looking at her pussy which was starting to
glisten. He was in another world. She finished his nails and slowly put a
thick coat of lipstick on her lips and then quickly kissed him full on
the lips. He had his eyes closed two minutes after they finished kissing,
he was so infatuated with her.
She told him she liked her men at least partly dressed and helped him
put on a pair of lacy panties with a satin bow on the rear. Then it was
a black bra followed by his shirt, socks and pants. He slid his shoes on,
wondering how they were going to make love fully dressed. She told him
the next time they would go all the way. She put another coat of
lipstick on and gave him another lasting deep kiss on his lips. When she
was done he had the nicest, red lips she had seen in awhile. She escorted
him to the door. Then she got on the phone.
"Hello, Samantha, he is on his way home. He has lipstick on his lips
and nail polish on his fingers. Also, he is wearing a black bra and an
adorable pair of panties. I told you I could seduce him but you wouldn't
believe me. Take care and have fun! Don't forget you owe me a steak
supper!"
Samantha Wilkes was really pissed that Tyler Franklin had very
obviously had cheated on her. She started to really steam, laying her
plans, waiting for him to get home.
He got home and walked in like there was nothing wrong or different.
Samantha met him in the kitchen. He looked at her and smiled.
"What the hell are you smiling about? Do you know you have lipstick on
your lips and red nail polish on your fingernails? Lord knows what else
you have on! If you want to wear make-up that bad come with me!"
He felt like this was an order so he followed her to their bedroom
where she had him sit by her vanity. When she was done he had a pretty
feminine face. She went into the closet and came out with a wig which
she forced roughly on his head.
"Now, sissyboy, get out of those man clothes. With that face you don't
need man clothes. Do it NOW, I say!"
He slowly got his shoes, pants and socks off. When he got his shirt off
Samantha said, "Well, lookie here. You are wearing a bra and panties.
Sexy panties at that! I think if you like women's clothes that much you
should wear a complete outfit that matches your underwear. don't you
think?"
"Listen, dear, I can explain."
"Shut up! If I want to hear a love story I will watch a soap opera on
television. Now get these clothes on. Pantyhose first, then slip, then
dress and lastly these shoes. Wait a minute, I have to get something."
She went to his dresser and got two pair of rolled up socks and stuck a
pair in each bra cup. He now stuck out, almost natural looking. She told
him to get dressed and not take all day. She told him to come into the
living room when he was all dressed.
He came in and she could see he was having a bit of trouble walking in
the heels she had given him. She told him to come kneel on the floor by
her. He did as she said.
"Now, sissyboy, things are going to change around here. From now on you
are going to do all the cleaning, cooking and laundry. Do you understand?
There is more, also you will wear nothing but women's clothing while you
live, seeing you like it so well. You will buy the groceries and buy
your own make-up. I will give you a list of what you need. You will give
me your pay check every week and I will give you an allowance out of it.
I am now in charge and what I say goes! Do you understand all of what I
just said?"
"Yes, but what if I don't want to do all of that?"
"Then it's out the door, with just what you are wearing now. I want an
answer and I want it now. Are you staying under my rules or are you
leaving?"
"I'm staying." He mumbled.
'I can't hear or understand you. Now tell me loudly and clearly what
you are going to do! You are starting to piss me off."
"I am staying!" he said in a loud and clear voice.
"Good, we got that settled. Now, let me get you a purse and we are
going shopping for some new clothes for you to wear."
She drove and they stopped at a thrift store. There she had him try on
twenty dresses and picked fourteen of them. He had to come out of the
dressing room to model each dress for her to see how it looked on him. He
felt foolish each time he came out. When finished with the dresses she
spotted a panty girdle which, she threw in the cart. She found some
jewelry that she knew he would love. She found him a pretty wallet and
two more pair of heels. She told him they were lucky to find him two
slips and two nightgowns for him to wear.
Then they went to another thrift store and found a party dress for him
to wear for a special occasion. He was getting more and more concerned
about how things were going but he knew she had a right to be mad. He had
screwed up royally.
In the car he asked how long she intended to keep this up and she
answered as long as it takes for him to change to where she was all that
he wanted.
"But you know you are all that I want!"
"Go tell that to Taylor! You want her more than you want me!"
"No that isn't true. You are what I want. I will admit I screwed up but
nothing happened. We just kissed is all, there was nothing else."
"I don't care how far you went. You think more of her than you do of
me. I should just kick you out right now."
"Please! Don't do that!"
"You better do as I said or it's all over between us."
"What about our wedding?" They had planned on getting married in three
months. He was now concerned that wouldn't take place. They had lived
together for the past two years.
She didn't answer him about the wedding. He was starting to realize
she was dead serious about kicking him out.
She then went to a discount ladies clothing store where she got him ten
pair of fancy panties. Then she had a saleslady measure him so he could
get the right sized bra. There were women shopping in the area who saw
him getting measured, and they laughed. He wanted to sink through the
floor. She pickerd him out eight pretty, feminine bras. Then she got him
five pair of patterned pantyhose. She found four nightgowns she just knew
he would look darling in. As they checked out she made it a point to let
the cashier know that everything was for him. She asked the cashier if
she knew where they could find some breast forms. The cashier told her to
go to the store two doors down. They specialized in helping women that
had masectomies. She thanked the clerk, who laughed every time she looked
at Tyler.
At the nearby store Samantha told the woman they needed a pair of
breast forms, ones that look real when worn. The woman asked what size
and Samantha told her they had just picked up 40DD bras for her sissy to
wear. The woman never batted an eyelash and went and came back with three
boxes. She explained the differences in all three and Samantha told her
they would take the most expensive ones. Samantha told him that as long
as they were for him he should pay for them. He used his credit card.
In the car Samantha said,"Well, Tammi, is there anything else you can
think of that you might need?"
"Your shoes are very tight."
"Fine, we can get you some nice pretty heels."
She stopped at a self-serve shoe store and he ended up with three pair
of pretty heels. Then she stopped at a discount cosmetics store and told
him to go in and tell the clerk that he needed everthing to make up his
face and nails. She told him to make sure he got everything he would
need.
They went in and Samantha stayed just close enough to hear everything
he said. He told the young salesclerk he needed make-up to keep him
looking feminine. The clerk giggled and took him first to the
foundations, where she recommended one special one, telling him it would
give him a beautiful tanned look. Then it was a light blush, followed by
an eye liner pencil, and eye shadow in a lot of diffferent colors,
telling him that the different shades were for when he felt in different
moods. Then to the lipsticks. She picked five different colors, all of
kiss-proof lipsticks that she told him would last on your lips longer
than the others. Then he told her he needed nail polish. She recommended
six very different shades and told him that he would probably need nail
polish remover because she was sure he would want to change color every
few days. He took the polish remover and also pads to remove the polish.
He breathed a sigh of relief when she checked him out. Then she told
him they weren't busy, that if he wanted her to show him how to use all
of the cosmetics then she could do that. He was going to decline her
offer, but Samantha whispered in his ear that she thought it was a great
idea. He told the clerk he would love it if she showed him how to use
everything.
The clerk slowly and very precisely showed him how to put everything on
by himself. When she was finishing up she told him she'd wanted to do
this to her boyfriend, and that maybe she would do him up tonight. She
thanked him for being such a great sport, and that she had really enjoyed
the experience.
When they got back in the car, Samantha said, "Tammi, you look
fabulous!"
"What's with the Tammi?"
"That's your new name, silly. I can't call you Tyler when you are
wearing dresses."
He sat quiet all the rest of the way home. At home Samantha came with a
camera to take pictures of him in his dress. He told her he didn't think
that was necessary. Samantha told him to sit on the sofa and watch the
television. She put a tape in the VCR and turned it on. His jaw dropped
when he saw himself getting dressed up completely, in the very dress he
was wearing. Samantha told him his family and friends would get copies of
the tape if he stepped out of line. He knew she had him right where she
wanted him. He would do as she demanded.
That night Samantha glued his breast forms on. He put on the white
nightgown with the lavender trim. Samantha told him he looked adorable.
The next day he had to go to work at the fast food place he worked. He
wore a white blouse with a ruffle in front and a black and white mini-
skirt and black three-inch heels. When he got there he asked the manager
if he could work dressed as he was.
"I can't see why not. You look really cute! Your apron will cover most
of your clothes anyway. But we can't have you wear your Tyler nametag.
What name would you like on a nametag?"
"My girlfriend calls me Tammi. That's with an i at the end."
"Nametag coming up! Get to work!"
He started work and twenty minutes later he had a nametag on reading
"Tammi." The time seemed to fly for him and soon it was time to walk the
two blocks home.
He had been thinking about what happened, and went into the closet to
try on a pair of Samantha's shoes. His foot would not fit in any of them.
By that he knew he had been set-up. He didn't know what to do about it.
Samantha asked him how it went. He told her the manager told him he was
cute and Samantha laughed and laughed. Tammi felt better that Samantha
didn't seem as angry with him as she had been before. She fingered his
nametag and told him his name really fit him. He blushed when she said
that he did look like a pretty girl.
Samantha knew he was very picky and precise in everything he did, and
expected that he wouldn't go out unless his make-up and clothes were just
right. He didn't disappoint her. He dressed carefully, and did all the
cooking as well. He was a very good cook. Before all of this happened
Samantha had often wished she could cook as well as he did.
Samantha worked in a law office, and one day a young lawyer that she
really liked told her that she didn't look quite the same anymore -- her
mood had changed. He asked what was wrong. She told him her boyfriend
had cheated on her. He asked what she'd done about it and she said, she'd
punished him. She said she didn't know if they'd now be getting married
in four weeks or not. The lawyer asked her how she'd punished him and she
told him.
He didn't tell her that was wrong. Instead, he asked if her boyfriend
still loved her, and she said she was sure he did. The young lawyer told
her the best thing then was to get married. She thanked him for giving
her an idea for the wedding.
At home she called Tammi into the living room and told her to sit next
to her. She gave Tammi a big kiss then started by saying, "I have decided
the wedding can go on as planned, but with a couple of changes. First you
will take my last name? How does that sound?"
"That doesn't bother me. Whatever you want is okay with me."
"I sure hope so because you are going to be the bride and I am gong to
be the husband. Are you willing to do that?"
"I don't know. Is that what you want, really?"
"It is the only way we will get married. Do you still love me? If you
really do love me you will do as I said."
"I guesss I can do it. I just don't see why I have to be the bride."
"Because I have become the boss in this house and what I say goes. Are
you having trouble wearing dresses?"
"No, not really. No one has bothered me about it and at least three or
four times a day teen-age boys ask me for a date."
Samantha giggled at that statement and then asked, "So what is the
problem with you being the bride?"
"I guess there is no problem with me being the bride." He said this,
but his face showed how sad he was.
"Great! Now that we got that settled we can go tomorrow night and try
to find you a wedding dress. Doesn't that sound like fun?"
He didn't answer because he didn't want to upset her. He wondered if it
wouldn't be better if he just disappeared. Then he thought of how much he
loved her, and decided a wedding dress might not be so bad.
The next morning Samantha was lying in bed watching him get dressed.
She noticed that he became more feminine with each piece of clothing put
on. Not only in appearance but in mannerisms as well. She had to smile
when he said that the girdle was a bit uncomfortable after you have had
it on for awhile.
That night they went to a local bridal shop where he could not decide
on a wedding dress. He finally told Samantha that a plain one was
probably the best one. She told him he probably was only going to get
married once so it should be a fancy dress.
It finally came down to three dresses. Samantha told him they had been
there almost three hours, to pick one, any one of them. He picked a full
skirted, open back dress that was trimmed with flowers made out of pearls
and had a long train. The veil was huge and had sparkles in it. Samnatha
knew he would look lovely in it.
A few days later Samantha was buying Taylor the steak she had lost in
the bet. She told Taylor she had never believed he would cheat on her.
Taylor told her all they did was kiss. Samantha told her that was enough
of a cheat to count.
"Since I got him I have gotten two boyfriends into panties and bras. I
really enjoy putting boys in those clothes. Some day I think I want to
fully dress a boy in my clothes. I am sure I can do it."
"Then what are you going to do with him?"
"I don't really know. I might send him home dressed like that or take
pictures and blackmail him into wearing them whenever he's at my place. I
could even possibly take him out shopping when dressed."
"You are something else, that's for sure."
"Hey it's all your fault. If you hadn't bet me that Tyler would stay
true to you I wouldn't have experienced it."
"It's not Tyler, it's Tammi."
They both laughed and continued with their meal. After they ate Taylor
came back to Samantha's place. Tammi was there doing the laundry when
they arrived. When he saw Taylor he blushed bright red for her seeing him
like this.
Samantha went to the bedroom to change into something more comfortable.
Tammi asked Taylor why she had done that to him.
"It was easy. You didn't even realize I was doing it. I had a bet with
Samantha and I wanted to win. You fell for it big time. You know you do
make a nice looking girl. You have legs to kill for." She laughed, but he
felt lost.
When Taylor left, Samantha said to Tammi, "You know, your voice is much
softer now. You really sound like a girl. I am proud of you and how
nicely you are taking everything."
"It's just because I love you and only you."
"I know that and I love you very much."
They kissed and Tammi felt like he was in heaven.
Finally, it was the day before the wedding. Tammi wondered again if he
should just go home and pack his few things and disappear. He thought
about Samantha and decided again that he loved her too much to leave. He
thought about where he was in his life right now. He knew he liked having
Samantha in control. He didn't have to decide anything. He thought about
wearing dresses, and decided it wasn't so bad. Everyone treated him like
a girl now, and sometimes he did feel sexy in some outfits. All in all it
wasn't really bad.
He was home when Samantha arrived home and started laughing. He asked
what was so funny. She told him he was singing 'the Happiest Girl in the
Whole USA.' He had to laugh at that also. Samantha asked him if he was
nervous about tomorrow. He told her he wasn't, but she could see he was
definitely thinking about tomorrow.
The next morning he was awake early, and made some coffee. He was
having his second cup when Marlene arrived. He liked Marlene -- she was
going to be his maid of honor. She sat and had a cup of coffee with him.
She asked if he was nervous yet, and he told her he was a bit nervous.
She told him he looked pretty in his nightgown and he thanked her. It was
time to get dressed to go to the salon for him to get ready for the
wedding.
At the salon he got a perm, and facial make-up in innocent colors that
really set off his eyes. He got new passionate pink on his fingernails.
He was really enjoying all the attention paid to him and the catering
they did for him. His hair was perfect, and Lucy who did his hair and
make-up told him he was just perfect for the wedding.
Back at home, Samantha had aleady left and it was time to get ready. He
had just put on his white lacy crotchless panties when Paula and Karla
arrived. They were going to be his bridesmaids. They were in matching
turquoise dresses.
Marlene was helping him into his white satin all in one. As she was
hooking the back he starting to cry. She told him to stop before he ran
his make-up. He stopped crying, but told her he didn't why he had been
crying.
"All brides cry on their wedding day. You are just being a typical
bride. Don't worry about it."
Marlene helped him get the white nylons fastened to his garters. He was
feeling really feminine already, and it helped allay his nervous
uncertainty. Then it was two petticoats that had an elastic waist
followed by two outer petticoats that had shoulder straps. He was
surprised at how heavy they felt. Now at last it was time for the wedding
gown.
Marlene called Paula and Karla into the bedroom. She told them she was
going to need their help getting the gown on him. It took the three of
them to get it on him before Marlene could button up the back of the
dress. As she buttoned the little pearl buttons she told him that the
bride is the center of every wedding she has ever been at, so that he
should enjoy himself. Karla pinned the ample veil on him and he stepped
into the white satin heels and was ready to go.
He suddenly stopped, and said he didn't think he could go through with
it. But Marlene assured him all brides thought that. That settled him
down a little but he was still quivering.
They arrived at the wedding chapel five minutes before the wedding was
scheduled to begin. He was ushered into a side room to wait for his grand
entrance.
It was the longest five minutes Tammi had ever experienced. They came
and told the party it was time to start. The bridesmaids carried his
train for him. Marlene marched proudly and slowly down the aisle. Now it
was time for him to make that long walk.
He thought his legs were going to give out but he slowly made his way
down the aisle. This was the moment. He was a man, but he was going to
be the bride. The wife. The woman of the house. Did he really want
this?
He saw Samantha standing there wearing a black pantssuit with a black
satin stripe down the outside of the slacks. Her hair was slicked back
and he thought she was the most beautiful girl in the world.
Samantha took his arm when he reached her, and led him the last two
steps to the altar. Then the minister began. Tammi couldn't concentrate,
he was so shaken up and yet happy at the same time. He realized that in
this ceremony, he was the 'she.' She came out of it when she heard her
name. She said 'I do' without realizing she was saying it. The next thing
she realized was that Samantha was kissing her hard on the lips. She
surrendered to her groom.
Samantha escorted her down the aisle and just outside waited for the
guests to come. Each guest gave the bride a kiss. When it was Taylor's
turn she forced her tongue into Tammi's mouth and left it there for what
he thought was forever. There were about twenty guests there, all friends
of Samantha's.
They took their wedding party for supper at a fancy supper club. Taylor
told Tammi she knew he would really enjoy being Samantha's wife. "You
were made to be Samantha's wife, we both know it." Tammi told her he
wasn't sure about anything anymore, but if that was how he was, it was
Taylor and Samantha who had made him that way.
Samantha took him to a motel where they had the bridal suite. There was
champagne that read 'compliments of the management.' They enjoyed the
champagne and then Samantha started to help him undress. She told him she
wondered how he had gotten into the dress. It took her fifteen minutes to
get just the dress off him. She took off a piece of her own clothing for
every piece she took off him, and he got increasingly excited. Soon she
was naked and he just had his crotchless panties on. She told him that
was perfect, and reached for him through the panties...
She asked him if he was glad he was her wife as she pushed him over the
side of the bed. He told her he was glad, and she smiled. He was lying on
his back, and she climbed on top of him. She lowered herself onto his
penis and started to raise and lower herself. She pinched his butt and
his cheeks. They both came within seconds of each other.
When they were done he put on his sheer white nightgown and felt deeply
satisfied. When he checked, he saw that his face was still beautifully
made up, that his lipstick had indeed been kiss proof. When Samantha saw
him she wolf whistled. He crawled into bed with her, finally tired.
Before he fell asleep he heard a voice inside himself saying, "You did
the right thing. Enjoy your new life."
He smiled, and knowing that he would still look pretty for Samantha in
the morning, and for many mornings to come, he fell asleep. He would try
to be the best wife any woman ever had.
(c) 2009 by Margaret Jeanette
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