Jasmin wears the Pants Part III
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Jasmin wears the pants
by Greta
I had just arrived in New York for a week long visit. After I checked in
my Hotel I left in order to grab a bite. I walked the streets not really
knowing where I was heading and finally ended up at a Bar. There were
quite a few people, mostly men talking, drinking beer and snacking on
all kind of different foods. The tables were empty except one. A blonde
and elegant looking woman was sitting there, all by herself. I looked at
her for a moment and on impulse I walked to her table and asked whether
I could sit with her. She looked me up and down and simply nodded.
"Hi, I am Gary. Do they have good food here? Sorry for intruding. I
don`t know what came over me but somehow this seemed to be the only
place to sit down. I am surprised none of the men is sitting with you."
Her smile was completely captivating.
"Oh, they know they can`t be with me except they fulfill my wishes," she
answered. "You know I wear the pants and anybody who wants to be with me
has to wear the opposite and has to accept this. They don't, would you?"
"What do you mean by opposite?"
She looked closer at me with her capturing green eyes.
"Easy, if I wear pants what do you think I mean with opposite? Skirts,
maybe dresses. Definetely not pants like me. Understood?"
I gulped.
"Do you want to tell me you want to make men wear skirts?"
"No, I don't want to make men wear skirts. I want to make my man wear a
skirt while I wear the pants. You got it?"
I must have turned red because I felt hot for a moment. She raised an
eyebrow. I opened my mouth to speak but nothing came out. My second try
was more successful. She laughed easily.
"So did these men ask you to be with you?"
"Hahaha. Yes, all of them, but nobody took on my offert."
"Oh wow, I am stunned. I have never heard anything like that before. No
wonder why nobody sits with you."
She laughed again. "But you do."
"Err, yes, because I didn 't know about this offert of yours before but
you are so intriguing I'd like to have dinner while sitting at your
table. May I?"
"Of course. Tonight I make an exception."
"Thank you. By the way, may I ask your name?"
"I am Jasmin. You aren't from here, aren't you?"
"No, I am just visiting for a week having arrived only a while ago and
wanted to grab some food. You never answered whether the food was good."
"Yes, you'll certainly enjoy it."
"I am sorry for asking again but this is so intriguing. What would you
do if a man said yes?"
"You mean, me wearing the pants and him in skirts?"
I nodded.
"Well, I would make him my girl. That simple."
"Your girl? What does that mean?"
"Oh, you are really curious. Do you want to be a girl?"
"No, I, err, I mean, I, I was just curious about this whole thing," I
stammered.
"I see, you like to fantasize. Ok, I let you in. Just because you are
from out of town. Like I said I wear the pants and I will turn my macho
man slowly and graudally into my girl. This implies the whole process."
"Which process?"
"You know like getting rid of your body hair for example. If it were you
for example I'd go very soon with you to have a haircut and you
definetely know it will not be to the barber. You have beautiful long
hair. Would you do me a favor? You know I am telling you all this and I
would like something in return."
"What do you mean?"
"I would like to take out a scrunchy from my bag and put your hair up in
a ponytail."
I flushed, my face turned totally red. "I, I, I can't. What would all
the men think of me?"
"Well, then our time together is over if you can't do me this little
favor. Nobody knows you and nobody pays any attention to us."
She gazed at me and I couldn't hold it and looked down. I whispered.
"Ok."
She had me and she knew it.
"I didn't hear you. What do you want me to do?"
"Err, I, I want you to put my hair up in a ponytail."
"Not good enough. Try again."
"Err, I, I can't do that."
"Ok, have a nice evening then."
She stood up and grabbed her glass of white wine.
"Wait. Wait. I will do it," I said quickly before she could walk away.
Her eyes burned into me. I turned redder than ever.
I shuddered.
"Could you, err, put my hair up in a ponytail, please."
"Now we are getting somewhere. You see your first step wasn't that
difficult."
"My first step?"
"Yes, your first step towards girl or womanhood."
While she got a pink scrunchie out of her bag and walked behind me I
started to protest.
"I am not taking a step towards womanhood like you said. I just thought
it was fair to you after telling me all this to let you put my hair into
a ponytail."
She laughed while she started to brush my hair together, sweeping it up.
"Yes, so girly," she more said to herself.
Then to my utter surprise and shock she raised her voice.
"Look boys. Gary here agreed on having a ponytail in girl fashion."
With that she deftly wrapped the scrunchy around my hair and I felt the
pressure on my head when she put it tightly in its place. I heard the
guys laughing, whistling, shouting.
"Go Jasmin, go. Have fun with the sissy."
I blushed, completely humiliated while she sat down again. She patted my
hand.
"Don't worry. Nobody knows you and it is just for a while. Don't pay any
attention to them."
"Why did you have to announce this to the whole Bar? You completely
humiliated me."
"You look soo cute with your girly ponytail. I just had to do it. To
show you that I wear the pants."
I hung my head in shame and right then the waitress brought me a veggie
burger with a little pink flag on top. I looked questioningly at her.
She smirked at me.
"All sissies receive a pink flag. It suits them."
Jasmin laughed and I blushed again. Subdued I started to munch on my
burger. Meanwhile Jasmin explained to me her feminization technique. The
only difference from before was she talked like she wanted to feminize
me.
"You know after having you shaving off all your body hair I will dress
you in panties, bra and stockings."
I looked up. "Why do you say that. I will not do such a thing."
She grinned at me.
"Since you are wearing a girly ponytail I thought you may want to be my
girl. Well, probably it is better we drop this matter. Hey, what are you
doing for a living?"
I was glad that she stopped this embarassing matter and even so the talk
shifted away from my or any feminization I was totally aware of my tight
ponytail each time I moved my head. I passed a beautiful evening with
this intriguing woman and in the end she knew virtually everything from
me. That my parents had died, that I didn't have any relations anymore
with my siblings and was basically a loner. I told her that I liked to
use all my money on travelling so really didn't have time to start a
serious relation.
After a few hours I got really tired and felt the jetlag so I told her
I'd return to the Hotel and would love to see her again. We both left
the bar and walked together.
"Look," she said. "We can spend time together again. I'd love that, you
seem nice enough but then it is on my terms."
I interrupted her. "What terms?"
"You'll go shopping, buy and dress in the things I tell you. Then we can
meet again."
"What, what do you want me to buy and wear?"
"Easy. First you go and buy pink panties, pink bra, then black
garterbelt and black stockings. A pink blouse, and to make that easy for
you the first time, black pants with side, no make that backzipper, a
black jacket and black open toed pumps, just a small heel, lets say two
inches."
I gasped.
"I want to see you again but I can't do that. I'd look like a complete
sissy."
"Either that or you won't see me again. Look, why don't you sleep it
over and call me tomorrow before 4pm and I'll help you with the
shopping. It would be my pleasure. I also would like to see you but once
again only under my terms. So take a rest and have a good sleep. Hope
you call me. Oh by the way, judging by your constant hardon somebody
likes the ideas to be dressed up as a sissygirl. Bye."
With that she pecked me on my cheek and gone she was disappearing in the
crowd. I stood there face flushed and completely humiliated and true to
her words, yes with a big hardon. I felt the embarassing growth of my
penis while she told me her terms but had hoped that she wouldn't see
it. Fat chance!
I slowly walked back to the Hotel and when I received the keys to my
room the nightwatch smirked at me. I didn't get it until I was in my
room entering the bathroom in order to brush my teeth. I was still
wearing my hair in a high girly ponytail with a pink scrunchy. I shook
my head and my my hair swirled around. I just couldn't hold my horses
anymore. I was soo horny from all the talk. I dropped my toothbrush,
opened my zipper, wrapped my hand around my penis and only seconds later
I shot a huge load with an image of me getting dressed up by this
intriguing woman.
Oh my God, what did I do? Guiltily I cleaned up my goo which had sprayed
all over the bathroom and got into bed. It was useless, I tossed and
turned, I couldn't sleep. My hardon quickly returned. I thought of this
woman. I couldn't get her out of my mind. My hand wandered downwards and
soon it was again wrapped around my member. Now I took my time. I wanted
it to last. Slowly I rubbed myself, stopping several times before it was
too late. With eyes closed I saw myself walking around dressed up in
tight backzipper pants with a smooth girlish front, my pumps clicking on
the floor, holding all kind of shopping bags in my feminine hands.
Feminine hands? Yes, I was sporting long pink fingernails. The image was
too much. Once again I came hard and sprayed all over my chest. Oh my
God, what is happening to me I thought. I quickly got under the shower
and washed myself, once again full of guilt. Back to bed I was able to
falls asleep eventually.
In the morning I told myself I wouldn't phone this woman. I am a man and
didn't want to be anybodies girl. After breakfast I went out
sightseeing. While walking around the MOMA I couldn't concentrate on the
Art. Instead of watching the equisite collection I simply saw myself
dressed up with this intriguing woman standing behind me whispering in
my ear "phone me, phone me". It felt like a mantra to me. I looked
around but nobody was there. Was I getting crazy? No, I just needed some
fresh air. Oh, I know, I would take a boat tour an the Hudson river.
Once on the boat I felt better but only for a while. My urge to phone
her grew with the hour. It didn't make sense but I was completely
captivated by this woman. As soon as the tour was over I went to the
next phone booth and dialed her number. Her voice came on.
"Jasmin Spencer, hello. Hello?"
I wasn't able to utter a single word. I just breathed heavily into the
phone.
"Is it you Gary? Is it you? Answer me?"
I still couldn't speak.
"Ok, I assume it is you Gary. Look I give you my address and you'll take
a cab and I see you here in a short while. Just write it down. Ok?"
I simply did what she told me and wrote her address down. Then I took a
taxi and in less then 10 minutes I was standing in front of a huge and
elegant building. Oozing money. I introduced myself at the welcome desk
and asked for Miss Spencer. Then I took the elevator to the 25th floor.
Walking down the corridor I stopped in front of her apartment, 2508. Oh
my God, what am I doing here I asked myself. I just stood there, unable
to move or do a thing. I turned around and walked back to the elevator.
I was scared shitless. I pushed the button and took the elevator back
down again and simply walked out. I didn't listen to the man at the
desk. Outside I simply sat on a bench, sorting myself out. If I would go
back in there it was the end of my life and definetely the start of a
new one. I closed my eyes and started to fantasize about what would
happen if I'd go back into that building. I saw myself knocking at the
door, her welcoming and ushering me inside. She didn't waste time and
made myself undress.
"You need to get rid of your body hair first. We need to get you
prepared for our shopping trip. It will be soo much fun for both of us.
I promise."
Oh my God, my hardon had returned. My pants were almost bursting, well
at least my underpants. I needed to get back in there. It was the right
thing to do if I had a hardon each time I was thinking about it. I knew
I was hers. Slowly I got up and walked back to the building The man at
the welcome desk was already waiting for me.
"I phoned Miss Spencer you had left. I am glad you are back. She made me
come up to her apartment where she gave me an envelope which I am
supposed to give to you in case you come back. Here it is."
I took the envelope, turned around and read it.
If you are reading it you obviously came back. You need to be punished
so you will take out your pink scrunchy in front of everybody and put
your hair up in a high ponytail and ask the guy from the welcome desk to
announce you. Tell him he is supposed to say that you are ready for me
wearing a ponytail. If he doesn't, don't bother to come up. I will never
see you again.
I thought, this isn't happening to me and almost dropped the envelope.
Slowly folding it and putting it in my pocket, I felt the scrunchy
brushing against my hand. The funny thing is I couldn't even remember
having it put in there. My subconscious must have told me.
Did I really want to do that? Was she worth it? Oh yes, I obviously
wanted it because the tightness in my underpants caused by my once again
growing penis proved my utter helplessness to withstand this mysterious
woman.
So with shivering hands I took it out of my pocket, started to gather my
long hair, swiftly put them up and secured them then with the pink
scrunchy right at the top of my head. Then I slightly coughed so the guy
at the desk took notice of me. As if he hadn't during my show with the
scrunchy. At least his face didn't show. He was all business.
"Sir, I, I am ready for Miss Spencer. Could you, could you please phone
and tell that I am ready for her with a high ponytail."
This line seemed to change it all. He smirked at me.
"Oh yes, of course Miss, err, Mister? I will announce you."
I turned beetred while he phoned Miss Sepncer. The he simply said, "You
are expected."
The time during my short walk to the elevator seemed to stand still. I
felt his eyes glued to me. If he could, he would have burned a hole in
my back. My ponytail easily swinging from one side to the other. I felt
dizzy when I pushed the button. Just before I stepped into the elevator
I heard the man talk to me again.
"Oh, I almost forgot. When you arrive at her door, you are are supposed
to undress to just your, err, I assume your panties Miss. Then knock at
the door and kneel down looking at the ground. When the door opens you
are to say 'Here I am Master Jasmin to start my new life'."
He chuckled.
I held my breath. Why didn't the earth open up under me? Why? Why did I
let this humiliation happen to me. I could have turned around. Rip the
scrunchy off my hair and run as far and as quick as I could, while I
still could. But no, I stepped with tears in my eyes inside and was
crying and shivering at the same time when the elevator arrived at her
floor. I composed myself for a moment before I quietly stepped out and
looked around. There was only one door. So she seemed to own a whole
floor.
I looked around once again to make absolutely sure that this was the
case. Then I started to undress. My hands shivered so much that I
continously fumbled with the buttons and it seemed to take me forever to
take off my clothes but was probably just a couple of minutes.
No, and I was not wearing panties at all. I just wore normal black mens
briefs. I shook my head, it was not fair to have had to endure such
indignity by a guy at the desk. I should have stood up to him plus I
should have corrected him me calling Miss. I was angry, I was shaking.
Oh this was more than crazy. Of course with my show putting my hair up
in a high ponytail, above all with a girly pink scrunchy, he thought I
was a sissy, a typical submissive sissy. Of course I wasn't one. I just
wanted to see this woman again. But to which length she took it to let
me see her, which indignities I had to go through? Once again I shook my
head. Was I already so pussywhipped that I did all these crazy things
without ever having had so much as a whiff at her pussy?
What was it that drove me to almost crave the humilation and
indignities? I came to my senses and tried to admit the truth in my head
to myself. There was only one answer which was even more obvious while I
was standing half naked in front of Miss Spencers door. My huge
erection, err, at least it seemed to be one for me, showed me that I
must love it. So the guy downstairs was right, wasn't he? I was or am a
sissy, a Miss to him. Yes, I was such a sissy. I deliberately shook my
head. My ponytail swung to the left and right, my hair brushing over my
naked shoulders and my hard penis seemed to stiffen even more and if it
could have burst through my underpants it certainly would have.
I started to cry again but now of relief, slowly knelt down and knocked
at the door. Yes, it was time to start my new life.
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