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The Feminization of Adam
This is a tale of how love can blind you into becoming someone new. I am
Adam, and this is my story.
When I was 18, living on my own while going to college, I had been a
very shy and average sort of guy. I wasn't bad looking, but certainly
not 'macho'. I lean more towards being pretty, but I would never admit
that. I also didn't really have goals for my future. I awoke each day
going through the motions but not really excited about anything. Oh, I
guess I should mention that I have been gay since I was 16. I had
'fooled' around with two guys in high school, (not at the same time
silly), but both were rather straight types and I guess only used me to
release their sexual angst, being teenagers and all. I, however, easily
fell in "LOVE" with each guy and found myself hurt once I realized they
had no long term interest in me. And so my days in high school ended. I
was glad to be going away to college and looked forward to living the
'gay' lifestyle in Gainesville, Florida.
The gay dance clubs were fun, but I was looking for a LTR and found most
guys at the bars just wanted one night of sex only. Sure, I indulged and
explored my gay tendencies. I won't say it was bad, in fact it felt good
to be around others like me. GAY. But I still felt out of place. I
longed for romance. I desired having a boyfriend. But like most young
gay boys, I looked forward to my Friday and Saturday nights at the
clubs.
Meeting Mr. Right:
It was while I was studying at the campus library one Saturday, when I
saw 'HIM! Sure I flirted with most guys outside of the gay bars and
imagined having sex with them, but being shy and unsure of whether they
were gay, and not wanting to get beat up by a straight boy, I never
acted out on my desires. That's what the gay bars were for, or so I
thought. Well there he was. Sitting at the other end of the library and
seemingly focused only on the book he was reading. I felt compelled to
find a way to casually go over to that area of the room to 'get a better
look' at him. And so, having made an excuse in my mind, I decided to go
over to the rack of books nearer to where he was sitting. Funny, the
books on this rack were about hypnotism. No way did I believe in
hypnotism. But, having my mental excuse for moving over to this side of
the library, I acted interested. So I pulled a book off the shelf
randomly and proceeded to sit opposite him. I pretended to be engrossed
in the book, but stole glances at him often. I noticed he was reading a
book called "Control, through Hypnotism". There is no such thing as
control through hypnotism! I didn't care, he was absolutely handsome and
one of the hottest guys I had ever seen in my life.
I was giving the book I pulled as much attention as I could while
stealing glances at him, I didn't notice that he also was checking me
out. I think at one point he made a comment about the book I was looking
at, and I just smiled and said "u huh'. What an idiot I am! I racked my
brain to think of something to say to engage him again, but before I was
able to ... he got up, went to the counter to sign out the book he had
and left the library. Damn!!!!
Oh well, on to my original plan to study for the day. Before I knew it,
it was 5:00 and I wanted to get home and prepare some food before going
out to the gay bars for the night.
It was 10:00 pm and I had taken a nap after dinner so I would be able to
stay up late at the dance club. I just finished showering and was
getting dressed when I started thinking of that guy I saw at the
library. Wouldn't it be cool if he was at the dance club tonight? I
would definitely chat him up if I saw him again.
I got to the bar at around 11:30 pm. It was a few blocks from my
apartment so walking was not a problem. I was in line waiting to pay my
cover charge when all of a sudden I felt a tap on my shoulder. IT WAS
HIM! Don't ask me why, but my face turned beet red and I stammered a
mumbled 'hello'. He told me his name was Trevor. He winked at me and
told me he liked it when I moved from where I was sitting and came over
and sat near him at the library. I blushed further, asking myself (in my
head) why my gaydar wasn't working? I told him bravely that he was very
handsome and I wanted to get to know him. He laughed and asked why I
didn't say anything while I was sitting opposite him? I told him I was a
bit shy and figured he was straight. He just smiled and told me that he
found me fascinating. Then he asked if I liked the book I was reading. I
had actually forgotten that I had pulled a book off the rack but
proceeded to tell him "oh yea, I find the subject interesting". I
remembered then that he was reading "Control, through Hypnotism". He
asked if I liked the book he was reading? Of course I said 'yes'. He
smiled and said that it was interesting that I was reading "Submission,
through Hypnotism" and that he was reading "Control, through Hypnotism".
I was flabbergasted. I hadn't even realized. So, I kind of smiled, but
realized I may be leading him on. So I told him that I didn't really
believe in hypnotism but that I was just curious. He said that he would
like to be with me this evening and if I wouldn't mind letting him pay
my cover charge for me. I felt a wave of embarrassment but appreciated
his offer. I told him "sure, I'd like that".
The next 3 hours went by fast. He had been buying me drinks and danced
with me much of the time. At one point he took my hand in his and told
me that he and I were meant to be together. I thought it was the alcohol
so I just smiled and said, "Yea". At around 2:30 he asked if I had had
enough and did I want to go home? I said sure... assuming he would be
coming to my place. We walked back to my apartment and when we got to my
entrance he turned to me, took my hand, and gave me long deep kiss. He
then said it was great to meet me and asked if he could take me out the
next day for brunch? In my head I thought, "Damn, I blew it. Why doesn't
he want to come up to my apartment?" I said, "Sure, I'd like that". He
told me then he would come to pick me up at 1:00 pm. And off he went.
I had trouble sleeping as I couldn't get him out of my head. Was I,
being fickle, falling in 'LOVE' again? Was I rushing into something?
Finally I told myself that I should wait and see where this brunch date
led to. And fell gently to sleep.
The Courtship:
The next day at 12:45, showered and dressed, I waited for my 'Prince
Charming'. At 1:00 sharp he rang my bell. I let him in and we sat on my
sofa for what seemed only a few minutes. My mind seemed blank. I know
Trevor was talking but I couldn't understand a word. It was as if he was
speaking a foreign language. His tone remained constant and I was
mesmerized by his gorgeous blue eyes. I always fantasized that my
'ideal' guy was black haired and blue eyed with a body to die for. Not
too muscular yet not thin either. A guy I could let go to and melt in
his arms and chest. As my thoughts continued to roam I suddenly heard
him say "Adam, I think it's time to eat something, it's 2:30". I snapped
out of my haze and got up and allowed him to get my keys and lock the
door behind us.
At brunch, he told me all about himself and how he had inherited a large
fortune from his parents. They had died in a car wreck and he figured he
would indulge in studies for a while, before he took over the family
firm. Currently a board of directors ran his newly inherited business
and allowed him a few years to find himself. He then asked all about me.
I explained that I came from a small town and that my parents thought
little of me and in fact were happy that I had decided to move to
Florida and go to school. They could afford my college but nothing
further. They also expressed very clearly that I was on my own now.
Basically they were rid of me. That was alright by me, as we never
expressed much affection in my home nor had I ever felt wanted by them.
Trevor gave me a look of sadness. I reached over and held his hand and
told him I had no ill will towards my parents and did not feel any loss.
I was alone, not lonely. He smiled and said that he would like to be my
boyfriend, if I would have him. I said "yes", very quickly.
Over the next few weeks we would spend many evenings together, sometimes
at my apartment and sometimes at his place. Oh by the way, he could
afford a lovely 3 bedroom house about a mile away from campus. It was in
a gated community, surrounded by a golf course. It was decorated very
modern styled, and I did love his taste. But there were many occasions
where I felt my mind would go blank as we sat together and talked. I
only recall that after each 'episode' I would feel more dependant and in
"love" with Trevor.
After 6 months of our being together, he asked me if I would move in
with him? "Of course, I told him!" And within 2 weeks I had sold most
of my things at a 'yard' sale and given up my lease. I WAS in LOVE! Was
it Blind Love?
Each evening, as we would go to bed, he encouraged me to wear just my
underwear (briefs) and a t shirt. He slept in his boxer shorts and no
shirt. We would make passionate love and spend hours talking to each
other. Although for me, the talks seemed to last only seconds, but I
know I would fall asleep very happy. I usually slept with my head on
Trevor's chest and all snuggled against him.
It wasn't long before Trevor asked me if I had ever thought of shaving
the hair off my body. For some reason I told him I had always wanted to,
but never did. Did I really 'always' want to'? So one evening he asked,
could rub Nair all over my body? I got undressed and stood before him
patiently waiting on him. He began slowly rubbing the cream all over me
and asked me to raise my arms over my head. A thought came to me
wondering why my underarms needed to be without hair? But that thought
left me as Trevor proceeded to rub the Nair over my balls, ass and cock.
But he seemed to be taking his time 'shaping' the cream at the area
above my cock. After 20 minutes of standing there waiting for Trevor to
tell me what to do, he told me he had prepared a hot bubble bath for me.
I felt giddy and almost ran to the bathtub. I got in and slowly, using a
washcloth, soaped down my entire body with this 'special' perfumed soap.
I loved the scent. It was jasmine or gardenia. I wasn't certain, but it
was flowery, and I loved it.
That night as we lay in bed, he commented on how nice it was to feel my
body being so soft. I blushed and told him, "anything for my man". He
gave me that awesome smile of his as I snuggled ever closer. Of course
we made passionate love and he would enter me so gently and always ask
if I was ok. I adored him. It was around this time that I noticed how
his manly aroma (especially around his cock and underarms) made me feel
very lightheaded. It was a very addicting scent, to me. I began to long
for his cock and his underarms. He knew it and just smiled. Of course
after our lovemaking we ended the night talking. Well, it was more
Trevor talking and me listening. I would listen in awe and found myself
enamored with his every word. And off to sleep I went.
A few nights later, Trevor asked if he could do something to my 't'
shirt to make me more comfortable. Of course I said "yes". Well, he got
out of bed, went to the bathroom and came back with a pair of scissors.
He proceeded to remove about 6 inches off the bottom of the 't' shirt so
that it rested just above my belly button. He commented that he wanted
to see my gorgeous abs. I just blushed.
I found the next evening all my 't' shirts had been altered in the same
way. It didn't matter to me if this was what my boyfriend wanted.
A few weeks later, Trevor asked if I had any briefs that weren't so
rough feeling. I didn't quite understand so he asked me directly if I
had any undies that were nylon or any other material but cotton? All I
knew was the next morning I got up and went to the local Target store. I
found they had men's briefs made out of nylon or polyester??? I bought 6
pair. But these didn't have a slat in them for peeing and I found myself
sitting down to relieve myself. No problem. My boyfriend liked it that
way.
So there I was each evening, shaved completely, wearing a shirt that
exposed my belly button and briefs that were nylon. Trevor enjoyed
rubbing his hand over my bottom and I loved his feel. I would almost
ritually take a deep breath of his armpits and slowly move down to his
manhood. I ADORED his aroma. And again we ended our evening with Trevor
speaking softly and I would fall asleep.
It wasn't long before Trevor would come home with a newly wrapped
package for me. In it were tops that looked a little bit like my 't'
shirts but had less fabric around the neckline. Also the new tops were
sleeveless. Trevor had bought me 6 different colored tops. Mostly pastel
shades of yellow, powder blue, and even one pink one. I didn't event
think about it. If Trevor wanted me to wear them I would. I wanted him
to be happy. I knew I had found my true love and only wanted to please
him. I was his.
A Commitment:
The school year had now ended and Trevor had asked me if I would return
with him to Miami. This is where his family home is and also the
headquarters of his inherited business. He explained to me that as his
lover, he wanted me to share the rest of his life with him. I was so
excited to say yes. I knew then that I only wanted Trevor and that my
future was with him. I did ask him how I would be able to work and make
a living as I hadn't yet received my college degree. He said not to even
think about that. "I want you to spend your days thinking of how you can
make yourself more attractive to me", Trevor told me. "You deserve to be
the pampered Princess, as pretty as you are". He proceeded to raise one
arm up over his head and I instinctively knew that he was allowing me to
worship his armpit. I did. Feeling lightheaded and almost drunk with his
aroma, I agreed to move with him and be his.
Moving was easy, Trevor had told me that I wouldn't need any of my
things in Miami and that I would be able to go shopping for new clothes
when we got there. So off we went in his car for the 6 hour drive to
Miami. Oh by the way, he had the cutest little convertible BMW in black
with beige interior. And off we went.
For some reason I slept most of the way down to Miami, with happy dreams
of course, as Trevor spoke to me. And we arrived just around 6pm. Trevor
showed me around the 2 story 6 bedroom home. He took me out the back to
his pool area and garden. It was then that I noticed the home was on the
inter-coastal waterway with the view of Biscayne Bay and Miami at
sunset. I felt I was dreaming when Trevor asked if I wanted to eat out.
I said sure, but I didn't have any clothes other than what I had on. He
thought for a moment and told me to relax, fix us both a cocktail and he
would be right back. He left to go to the storage room. I went to the
bar and fixed us drinks and then returned to the dock and settled in
looking at the sunset. It was the most romantic experience I ever had.
When Trevor returned he said he had found a few things that were left by
his parents, and asked would I mind wearing any of them? Of course I
said I didn't mind. We slowly drank our cocktails and Trevor told me how
excited he was to finally take the reins of the family business. He told
me that as his lover I would be one very lucky girl. Did I just hear him
right? It must have been a slip of the tongue. I blushed and found
myself bowing my head to him. We finished our drinks and he took me by
the hand and led me upstairs to the master bedroom. On the bed there was
a 'blousy' looking top (I haven't called a top a shirt in a long time)
and a pair of slacks. The top was white and almost looked like a pirate
shirt. The slacks were the latest style, very slim and hip hugging. As I
dressed I noticed there were no pockets on the slacks. Trevor told me
"not to worry", he would be paying for dinner anyways. I didn't realize
how effeminate the outfit was. I didn't seem to care and neither did
Trevor.
Over dinner, Trevor told me that the next day we would go clothes
shopping. But he said something unusual. He told me that the clothes we
bought for me would only be temporary. I didn't know quite what to make
of that comment but held my tongue and told him I felt like a 'kept'
woman! We both laughed at my joke.
The next evening, in bed, Trevor asked me if I liked the new sleep
outfit I was wearing? I commented that it felt so soft and light. As he
talked to me I realized that the top had spaghetti straps and hugged me
just a little tightly under my chest. It was made of pastel yellow silk
or satin. (I am not sure). It flared out under my chest to just above my
belly button and almost felt like a too short dress. Ha, that's funny.
The briefs were made of a matching color and fabric and were bikini
style. As I was putting them on I thought I saw a tiny pink heart on the
front top of the brief. All I know is that they felt fantastic on. Here
I lay, all smooth, having shaved that morning before we traveled, and
wearing very soft sleepwear. Meanwhile, Trevor, in his boy boxer shorts,
strong arms and chest exposed, made me feel so secure in his arms. And
again, Trevor spoke to me, and I gently fell asleep.
Over the next few weeks I found myself feeling more and more feminine. I
would lounge around the house the early part of the morning, after
Trevor left for work, wearing nothing but the (what was it called?), the
teddy and panties. By this time I had also bought some thigh high
stockings to show off my legs further for Trevor. My hair had grown out
as well and Trevor kept promising me an appointment at a beauty salon.
Every time I mentioned this to him, he would look at me and ask if I was
sure I wanted to go there? I don't know why he would ask that? Of course
I wanted to look good for my man. Doesn't every sissy girl want to go to
a beauty salon? Of course when I would say "yes', he would flash me that
special smile of his and wink at me. He then told me I could go in good
time. Trevor told me I was becoming "so pretty', and that soon I would
become 'the most wonderful girl in the world'. I did a double take but
let Trevor's comment about becoming a wonderful girl pass. I just wanted
to be his girl. Did I just say that out loud? I couldn't think too
deeply about it. I was just so happy here with Trevor.
I even started to wear just a little light foundation on my face, to
keep the blemishes from showing. Trevor had bought me some moisturizer
for my lips, calling it "my lipstick". I didn't mind what he called it,
even if the color was a shade of pink. And each evening we ended our day
together in bed, making love, and I would fall asleep to Trevor's voice,
so soothing, relaxing and in command.
Many months had passed, my hair was down to my shoulders, and Trevor had
bought me presents almost every day. New outfits, new creams and lotions
for my skin to keep me soft, new shoes (with a slight heel on them) that
made my legs look awesome and even a couple of dresses that I would wear
just around the house for Trevor. I had submitted my mind, body and
heart to my man. And Trevor was always such a gentleman with me. And
then it happened...
The proposal:
Trevor came home and told me we would be taking a cruise for the weekend
to the Bahamas. I was thrilled, but I had to go shopping. Any excuse to
buy new clothes thrilled me but this I felt was special, a coming out so
to speak. So we went to the mall, and Trevor took me to the most
beautiful shops there. I bought new sleep outfits, OK, let's call them
lingerie, from Victoria's Secret, a few 2 piece bathing suits, (although
I really didn't have big breasts), some sandals and a few skirts and
matching blouses. Once we were done Trevor held my hand and told me had
made an appointment for me at the beauty salon. Would I like a total
makeover? I nearly jumped on top of him I was so excited. And so I
finally had the experience all girls look forward to, a beauty salon
makeover. Shampoo, hair cut and style and a mani/pedi. Am I a girl or a
boy?
Back at home that evening, in bed, Trevor spoke to me. But this time I
was fully awake throughout. He explained everything about our
relationship and how it came about. He revealed that the first time I
sat with him at the school library, he knew I was his perfect match. He
mentioned that because I was reading the book, "Submission, through
Hypnotism", he knew I would become his. After all he was reading the
book "Control, through Hypnotism". Once we began dating he knew we were
meant for each other and he only wanted me. He then took out a small box
he had placed in the nightstand next to his side of the bed. As he
presented it to me, I cried like a girl. I told him I had to admit
something to him. He held my hand gently and told me to go on. I
explained that I never even knew the name of the book I had pulled off
the rack in the school library. I asked him if I that meant I was just
an airheaded gay boy? He smiled and said I was perfect. I explained that
I only wanted an excuse to get closer to him and sit by him. I then told
him that I don't believe in hypnotism. That it could NEVER work!
I apologized for deceiving him and asked him if he could still love a
'girl' like me? I was so scared he was going to throw me out right then
and there. I begged him to please forgive me and to look past my
deception.
He just smiled his smile, brought me closer to him, hugging me in his
strong arms. He told me to open my present. I did and found the most
beautiful diamond ring in the box. He took it out, held my hand and
asked if I would be his forever. How could I say no? And the ring was
placed on my finger.
Finale:
On the cruise I had to dress up for dinners. But since I hadn't bought
any gowns, I had to but one in Freeport, along with other dresses,
skirts, blouses, new shoes, many lovely handbags and of course ...
jewelry. I felt like a Queen. Sunbathing onboard the ship at the pool in
my 2 piece bikini (many straight guys gave me second looks flirtingly
and one even tried to come on to me). But my man Trevor is all I wanted.
We had breakfast each morning in our suite, played at the casino at
night until 11:30 then danced, danced, danced in the ship's dance club
until 2:30 am. This had reminded both of us of our first 'date'.
Trevor of course was the most handsome man onboard. He was elegant,
sophisticated, charming and most importantly ... MY MAN!
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