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The continuing tale of the subtle, and not so subtle, feminization of
our hero(ine) skillfully orchestrated by the proprietress of a very
exclusive and very private club which caters to drag queens and their
most ardent admirers.
Author's note: Although I'm posting this in serial form, I assure you,
dear reader, this humble offering consisting of eight chapters, is
complete.
"Tweak"
By: Simonne Danielle
© 2008 - 2010
All Rights Reserved
Chapter Two - A Wardrobe Change
At home Simon was forced to endure another frustrating nightly routine
as Linda slipped into her boring old tee shirt and sweats before
climbing into their bed. Even still, he was predictably horny. After
the obligatory five minutes of cuddling - - a prelude on which Linda
always insisted - - he reluctantly divested her of her sweats. When he
reached between her legs for a quick fondle and felt her cotton panties
his cock deflated like a balloon stuck with a hat pin.
Instead of assuming their usual missionary position he reached for her
breasts and began fondling them. Feeling them covered by her cotton tee
shirt rather than the silky nightie he so desperately wished she would
wear made it an unpleasant task although he did secretly admire her pert
b-cups. After a few minutes he simply gave up trying to coax his cock
into erecting and rolled over.
"What's the matter, Simon? I'd think that after all that preliminary
fun you had at the club tonight you'd be raring to get it on. Or are
you wishing I had a nice hard cock down here like your queens at the
club?" Linda asked accusingly.
"I don't know why I even bother," Simon groaned. "Why I keep hoping
that one night I'll crawl into bed and discover you in a pretty
nightgown or something else you know will excite me. As it is, this is
all just an exercise in frustration - - for both of us. Can't you see
that?"
Being so confrontational was unlike Simon and only served to aggravate
Linda further.
"You are a piece of work, Simon. I just don't get what all the fuss is
about. Silk, lace, nylons! Harrumph! Why those girls at the club, or
any girl for that matter, want to strut around in stuff like that is
beyond me. And to top it all off they're taking their lives in their
hands wearing those sky-high stilettos! Give me a pair of tennis shoes
any day!
"Now c'mon, roll over and make me happy for a change. You know you want
to."
Simon was even more turned off by Linda's caustic disregard for what he
considered a simple request. He knew if she'd only oblige by simply
wearing a silky nightgown to bed he'd gladly spend the entire night with
his tongue between her legs. Or anything else she asked.
"Maybe Melissa's got the right idea," he growled into his pillow.
"Right idea? About what?" Linda asked.
"Maybe I should just go out and buy myself a nightgown and all that
other sexy stuff," he suggested to Linda's disbelief. "At least it
might get me in the mood."
"You're impossible, Simon," Linda moaned as she rolled away and fell
into a frustrated sleep.
Simon's frustration continued unabated the following morning. He
cringed as he watched Linda dressing for work - - sitting there at her
vanity applying her 'practical' make-up, while wearing her
'practical' white cotton underpants, white cotton bra, and (yuck!)
her 'practical' pantyhose.
"So what are your plans today, Simon," she asked when she saw him
stirring in bed.
She loved her job but was jealous that Simon's incredibly generous
inheritance had allowed him to quit working before turning thirty. He
could spend his days lounging by the backyard pool, playing tennis, or
tooling around in his new Ferrari. It was his latest playtoy.
"Don't know," he answered sleepily. "Maybe just hang out here. Maybe
take a drive up the coast."
"Maybe you're planning on a little shopping, eh? Buy yourself that
silky nightgown and some other sexy lingerie. Maybe something you could
wear to the club then carry on with all your girly boyfriends."
Linda was purposely being mean. He knew it wasn't her true nature. She
was more likely than not still upset that he'd been so unresponsive last
night. Neither one of them had gotten their rocks off.
In fact, the only one who'd gotten off was Melissa when Simon groped her
to that obviously highly satisfying cum. Well, Melissa and all those
other lucky girls at the club!
Linda finished dressing and left the house in a huff. Simon, still
frustrated and disappointed, hauled himself out of bed, showered, and
started a fresh pot of coffee.
As he sipped his coffee he flipped on the computer and logged on to the
password protected website maintained by the club for its best and most
trusted patrons. Anyone with access could enjoy the events of the
night, including the stage performances, which were captured by the
numerous video cameras placed strategically around the club. Even in
the restrooms.
Those were the most fun. Each night those cameras recorded dozens of
clandestine liaisons between drag queens or drag queens and their most
ardent admirers. Simon was prominently featured in lots of those! He'd
even seen Linda in the bathroom groping a few hard clits herself. He
smiled to himself thinking how fortunate he was that she was just as
turned on by drag queens as he was. If nothing else, with Linda in tow
he felt like less of perv at the club and her attraction to boys in
skirts gave him hope that she might reconsider her boring wardrobe - -
someday.
His thoughts were interrupted by the phone. It was Melissa. Simon was
happy to hear her voice so early in the day. Maybe they could do
something together. Maybe he'd drive them both up the coast for a
leisurely lunch.
"What're you doing, Simon?" Melissa asked cheerily.
"Actually, I'm sitting here watching me with my hand up your skirt. And
you're just about to cum," Simon answered casually.
"Ooooh Simon, that was sooo good. I'm still tingling all over from
that," Melissa cooed into the phone. "Are you as hard as you were last
night? I bet you gave Linda a good seeing to when you guys got home,"
she laughed.
"I wish," Simon said with a frustrated sigh.
"You're kidding! When you guys left you looked horny enough to stick
your cock into the first tight hole you could find."
"I was, Melissa. I really was. But when we got home and she climbed
into bed wearing her sweats and a tee shirt, and those god awful cotton
panties - - well, it just turned me off. I couldn't even get it up!"
"Poor Simon," Melissa sympathized, "you really are addicted, aren't
you?"
"Addicted?" Simon asked dumbly. "To what?"
"To drag queens, silly! And to all the sexy things we wear. Especially
all the pretty and sexy things we wear. All the pretty and sexy things
you'd like Linda to wear. Or to wear yourself?" she suggested
prophetically.
"You know what I think, Simon," she stated flatly and not waiting for
his answer, "you're a wannabe. You wannabe one of us so bad you can
taste it. Instead of giving in and letting yourself be who you know you
really are, you're content to flit around the club and run your hands up
any tranny's skirt like a bumble-bee trying to pollinate a rose. Mostly
just to feel a pair of silky panties wrapped around a stiff clit.
Wouldn't you love to be on the receiving end of all that sexy attention?
Just once?"
Melissa's tirade was rhetorical.
"Oh Melissa, how do know me so well?"
"Never mind about that. It's time to shit or get off the pot. You
still have a young and petite figure. Even cuter than mine if you ask
me. There's still time to be all the girl you can be! We're not
getting any younger. You just stay right where you are. I'll be over
in thirty minutes. We're gonna to do a little shopping today."
Simon could pretty much guess what Melissa had in mind.
"But what about Linda?" he asked.
"Don't you worry about Linda. I'll handle her. Unless I miss my guess
she's gonna love the new you. She sure loves all the other queens at
the club. I've never known a GG who loves guys in skirts more than she
does. And, if she doesn't cave and finally start wearing all the sexy
things you love so much, I'll turn in my garters and go back to dressing
in drab. And I haven't done that since I was seven years old!"
Thirty minutes later Simon and Melissa were careening down the highway
headed for Melissa's favorite boutique. They walked out after an hour of
browsing with nightgowns and peignoirs. A set for Simon and a matching
one for Linda.
The gowns themselves were shocking pink French silk and trimmed with
white lace and dripping with oodles of satin ribbons. The peignoirs
were the sheerest chiffon with billowing sleeves ending in satin cuffs
held secure by pearl buttons.
Melissa insisted that Simon buy matching panties, garter belts, opera
length white nylon stockings, and marabou trimmed pink mules with four-
inch heels.
The outfits put a dent in Simon's credit card, let me tell you. But
Melissa assured him it would be worth it. She dropped him off at home
about two hours before Linda got off work.
"Just put on your gown at bedtime, Simon. Spritz on a little perfume.
Give her the gown we bought and let nature take its course. Call me in
the morning."
And she was gone.
Buying all that slinky nightwear - - especially for Linda - - was a bold
step. He wasn't at all convinced that Linda would go for it.
When Linda got home Simon had cocktails waiting and dinner ready to
serve.
"Mmmm, something smells yummy. And I'm not talking about dinner," she
cooed as she nuzzled his neck.
Her early morning foul mood had changed.
"I thought I'd try a dab of your perfume for a change. You like?"
Simon asked, smiling coyly.
"Mmmm, I do. These cocktails and dinner all ready and waiting to be
served, your perfume - - and your hair! What happened to your ponytail?
You've combed it out. I love the way it falls over your shoulders. You
look, erm... pretty. That's it! You actually look pretty. If I
didn't know better I'd think you were auditioning for the job as my maid
like we were talking about last night. Are you, hmmm?"
"Maybe," Simon hinted and smiled shyly. "Maybe I am. So what if I am?"
as he ran his hand lightly over her knee. Then, to change the subject,
he asked, "Hungry?"
He led her to the dining table and they feasted at the elegant candlelit
table. Although Simon spent most of the dinner waiting on Linda hand
and foot. The wine was superb and her glass was never empty. It was
almost as if he actually was acting out the role of her maid.
Each time he leaned in to pour wine or serve a dish she nuzzled his neck
and whispered, "I think I like my perfume better on you than I do on me.
One thing's for sure though, I definitely like being waited on like a
queen. Even better, being waited on BY a queen!"
Her comment was all the more disconcerting because he was dressed in his
usual Dockers and button-down dress shirt.
She was at the giggle stage. Happy from the wine and happy to have
Simon so willingly at her beck and call.
After dinner she boldly commanded, "Simon, be a dear and do the dishes
while I get out of this suit and slip into something a little more
comfortable."
Simon knew what that meant. 'Practical' sweats and a tee shirt. And
those 'practical' cotton underpants she was so fond of!
Aarrgghh!
"I have a better idea, Linda," he cooed as he slipped his arms around
her waist and hugged her close. "Why don't we let the dishes go until
tomorrow. Give me twenty minutes. Just sit here and enjoy your wine.
I have a surprise. I'll call you when I'm ready."
"Surprise? Now what could you possibly do to surprise me?" she gasped,
her tone belligerent, but her words now decidedly slurred. "Wait!
Lemee guess. You went and got yourself one of Melissa's maid's
costumes! You did! Didn't you? I can't wait to see. Ooooh, Simon, my
very own French maid!"
Linda's mind was in overdrive as she considered the possibilities.
Simon had no intention of spoiling the mood.
He practically floated out of the room leaving her to her fantasy. In
the bedroom he quickly stripped off his slacks and shirt. Linda had
been so distracted by his doting during dinner she hadn't even bothered
to noticed he was already wearing his new garter belt, nylons, and
panties underneath. Despite the fact that his garters and panty line
were so obviously visible - - a dramatic departure from the boxer shorts
he normally wore and which left no such obvious tell-tale signs.
He stepped back into the four-inch mules which he'd worn for practice
after returning from his shopping spree and which he'd removed just
before Linda arrived home. He lowered the gown over his body and
slipped into the peignoir. He giggled nervously at the bold step he was
about to take but still, he wondered why he hadn't allowed himself this
exquisite luxury sooner. As an afterthought he spritzed even more
perfume in all the right places and added shocking pink lipstick.
Finally he teased and fluffed his hair in as seductive a style as he
could manage. His efforts were amateurish at best but, as he assessed
his image in the mirror, he was almost ready to believe that what
Melissa had predicted could really happen.
He called for Linda.
When she walked into the room and saw him twirling in his four-inch
mules and flaring his gown for her inspection, she rushed to his
outstretched arms.
Her first words, "Oh Simon, those queens at the club have nothing on
you. I never thought I'd ever see this. You look beautiful! Now this
is what I call a surprise!"
She was groping him like she groped all the queens at the club then
stripped off her tailored jacket and skirt. It took all the self-
control he could muster to keep from prematurely drenching his new
undies.
He knelt at her feet and, after scrunching her skirt to her waist,
nuzzled against her groin. He briefly thought how much he hated the
pantyhose she was wearing. Not to mention the 'practical' plain white
cotton panties underneath. But he gritted his teeth and nuzzled with
even more enthusiasm. Just seeing him looking so fetchingly feminine
had started Linda's juices flowing.
"This isn't the whole surprise, Linda. There's more. A lot more. If
you'll trust me," he whispered in a muffled voice.
"Trust you! Trust you how? What IS going on here?" she gasped, a
little breathless at Simon's uncharacteristic aggressiveness.
He planted one last juicy hot pink kiss directly on the drenched gusset
of her pantyhose then entered their large walk-in closet. He came out
with a flourish and a seductive smile, waving the matching gown he had
bought in one hand and the new four-inch marabou trimmed mules in his
other.
"For you!" he declared. "I want to see you in it and I won't take no
for an answer."
It was a bold move for Simon. Linda could just as easily laugh in his
face and storm off in a huff as she had done when she left for work
earlier in the day.
She hesitated for the briefest second. Getting into bed wearing all
that silk and chiffon went against everything she stood for. But she
sensed a change in Simon and a possible turning point in their
relationship. Besides, that kiss he just planted promised so much more
to come. Her will was crumbling. Then, being the consummate
professional woman, the legal secretary in her decided to negotiate.
Simon could see the wheels turning in her head.
"If I put this on, Simon, what's in it for me? Huh? How's this for an
idea? Will you be my sissy maid? Say for the next two weeks? Well,
will you?"
Would he? He'd be her maid for the next two years!
"Do you think Melissa will lend me one of her uniforms?" He smiled
coyly in answer to her question.
"She better lend you more than one, you sexy thing," Linda cooed with
seductive self-assurance, now more certain that things were definitely
changing.
He reached for the waistbands of her pantyhose and panties, yanking them
down simultaneously, almost viciously. Linda's suddenly agreeable
enthusiasm had boosted his confidence that what Melissa had promised was
rapidly becoming reality. Her pussy was glistening and emitting that
special scent which, considering the circumstances, was driving him
wild. As a preview of coming attractions he wantonly slid his tongue
inside her slit. Not a lot mind you. But enough to tease and let her
know there was indeed more to come. It was something he never did and
it caused her to shudder involuntarily.
It was his way of sending a message. Wearing sexy things makes sexy
things happen. The negotiator in Linda silently calculated she could
slip out of the outrageous getup after he'd satisfied her.
He gathered the rest of her new lingerie and began by slipping the
garter belt around her waist. Stockings next, then her new silk
panties. Even the oh-so 'practical' Linda moaned softly when he ran
his hands up and down her legs then planted teasingly soft, butterfly
kisses on the naked flesh above her stockings. He slipped her feet into
the marabou trimmed mules then lowered the gown over her body. She
started pulling him onto the bed. She was anxious and horny and ready
for some serious fucking. But Simon held back until he encased her body
in the chiffon peignoir.
He coated her lips with the same shocking pink lipstick he was wearing
and spritzed her with the same perfume. Then he took her in his arms
and kissed her passionately.
She melted in his arms.
He caressed her entire body. Electrifying her with the staticky,
slinky, silky gown against her nylons and panties. Simon already knew
just how sensuous it could feel and wanted her to feel the same. He
knelt at her feet and kissed, licked, and sucked each of her toes. Then
began working his way up... oh-so slowly.
When he got to the naked flesh above her stocking tops she spread her
legs expectantly. But he merely teased her further by simply planting
soft butterfly kisses on her thighs and then her panties.
He continued his journey upward and softly kissed each of her breasts
and flicked her nipples with his tongue, tweaking them softly between
his lips. He nuzzled her neck and nibbled her earlobes. By the time he
kissed her lips with a raging passion she was delirious.
It was only then that he led her to the bed and laid her down gently.
As she lay on the bed writhing in ecstasy he worked his way back down
the entire length of her silk clad body.
As he ended at her feet once again she was a mad-woman. Begging,
pleading, demanding to be satisfied. She reached out and tweaked both
his nipples with the same forceful urgency Melissa and the other queens
had. This time Simon didn't disappoint.
He slithered along her body, under her nightgown, and caressed her body
with the silkiness of his. He gently shoved aside the gusset of her
panties and began an insatiable assault on her pussy using his tongue in
precisely the way she had always wished him to.
Simon didn't even dare count how many times Linda got off. Who could
count at a time like this? All he knew was that she was breathless,
near a dead faint, when she finally begged him to allow her to catch her
breath. Having played her like a Stradivarius and still clad in their
silken, though quite rumpled lingerie, they fell into an exhausted sleep
in the afterglow of their best sex ever.
Coming Next: Chapter Three - Birth of a Sissy
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