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PINK LIPSTICK II by Throne
Mick Fillmore couldn't get his mental equilibrium back. His wife Tammy
had been giving him what were supposed to be vitamins, supplied by Dr.
Gingold. What they really were was drugs that caused changes in his
body, feminizing him. Now she had him in her power, controlled all the
money that used to be his, and even had his boss, Mr. Harm, ready to
give him a new job as a female employee. He was lying in their
bedroom, under the pink spread, hugging his matching ruffled pillow,
which had been lighty sprayed with some flowery perfume. He was lost
in thought when Tammy entered and, hands on hips, glared down at him.
"So," she said, "somebody's decided to be a lazy girl." He looked up
at her pleadingly. "Please, darling," he said in his now high and
wispy voice, "if you could just change me back..." Tammy shook her
head. "We already discussed that, didn't we? And you agreed to
cooperate, didn't you, Mink?" He hated the new name she had given him
and didn't want to surrender to her -- again -- but had no choice.
Reluctantly he slid out from under the cover and stood up, naked, his
hairless, smooth pink figure on display, pert new breasts shamefully
exposed. Worst of all, his penis, shrunk by those terrible drugs from
a proud eight inches to a shameful two, poked out from his crotch,
involuntarily erect. "I'm sorry," he whispered. "I'll try not to be
so -- difficult."
"That's better. We're having company later and I want you behaving
like a proper young miss by then." "C... company? But I can't have
anyone see me like THIS." Upset made his voice even higher, almost
cartoonishly so. He realized that he wasn't cooperating like he had
said he would. Mike hung his head. "I didn't mean to speak to you
that way. I apologize. I'm... glad... you're going to help me get
ready for whoever's coming." "That's the tone I want to hear all the
time from now on. You are expected to be meek and unquestioning.
Otherwise I'm very close to taking the steps to make your changes
permanent." She eyed his miniaturized member significantly. "All the
changes." As he stood there pressing his lips together to keep himself
from making another outburst, she turned and got a shopping bag from
the top of her dresser. It was fuchsia colored and had the name of a
popular lingerie shop at the local mall on it. She reached in and
brought out a filmy apricot nighty trimmed in lace. When she held it
out to her husband he took it with trembling hands. She held him with
her eyes, defying him to object. He backed down wordlessly and slipped
the sexy garment over his head. It tickled as it slid down and settled
into place. Then she gave him a pair of matching panties with an
opaque crotch panal. He slid them up his skeek legs and wriggled his
hips as he pulled them all the way up. "Go on," Tammy suggested.
"Take a look in the mirror."
Timorously he went to the closet and opened the door. As the mirror
swung into view he recoiled at what he saw. The see-through nighty
showed off his budding breasts and pert nipples. At the same time, the
dark front section of the panties hid his immature looking penis so
well that it appeared he didn't have a male organ at all. Mike's lips
began to quiver and he fought back tears. "Now, now," his wife said
with feigned consolation. She patted his round bottom. "You have to
embrace your new look, dear. The more you fight it, the harder all
this is going to be for you." He sniffled and nodded. She smiled in
triumph. Her sissified husband was learning quickly. Still, she
didn't want him to think he had anything to be proud of, even if it was
just being a good faux femme. Tammy grabbed him by the ear. Putting
fire into her voice she announced, "You just haven't tried hard enough
this morning. So I'm going to put you over my lap and give you a
proper spanking, the kind naughty girls like you earn when they
misbehave." She marched him out of the bedroom, through the house, to
the livingroom. The drapes were opened all the way and he was
horrified that someone mgiht see him. Tammy didn't seem to care
because she stood there with his ear still pinched between her thumb
and finger, and lectured him, making every accusation of laziness,
petulence, and unruliness that came into her head. The attack went on
and on until Mike was reduced to sobbing and quaking. She was crushing
his male ego and having a terrific time doing it. In fact, it was
getting her turned on sexually, too.
Tammy sat on a ladderback chair and dragged him across her shapely
thighs. She put one hand on the small of his back and held him down
firmly. Her other hand went up and paused. Mike tensed, the twin
ovals of his bottom clenching prettily. His wife waited until she saw
him begin to relax, and then smacked his vulnerable backside as hard as
she could. She laid the swats on rapidly, without mercy, until his
sobbing had increased to bawling. He was kicking his small feet and
blubbering, begging her to stop. Instead, she kept up her efforts,
wanting him to carry away the memory of this discipline and be
constantly afraid of a repeat session. Not until his upturned bottom
was bright red did she stop and then, standing abruptly, dump him onto
the floor in a heap. He cowered at her feet, being shaken by his
crying, gasping down breath, his eyes getting red. All right, she
decided, she was too aroused to wait another minute. Tammy got a
handful of his pixie-cut hair, hoisted Mike to his feet, and marched
him back to the bedroom. She threw herself onto the bed and hiked up
her short skirt, under which she had no panties. "Let's go, lovergirl.
If you don't want another helping of my hand cracking your bottom -- or
maybe I'll use something a lot harder than my palm -- you'd better get
your face between my thighs and do the only thing you're still good for
in bed."
He managed to supress his tears and regain control of his breathing in
less than a minute, as he was getting himself into position. Seconds
later his mouth was on her pussy, his tongue working energeticly. He
had to calm her down and distract her with sex to keep her from
administering more abuse to his sitter. The thought of his wife
switching from her hand to something worse, like a wooden kitchen spoon
or that metal ruler she had left conspicouosly on her desk, put him
into a panic. He stayed down there until he had given her a pair of
hip-shaking orgasms. Then Tammy rolled onto her side with her round
rump uncovered. She murmured, "I want to know where you are while I'm
napping. Put your nose between my butt cheeks and keep it there until
I wake up. If you take it out I'll know and it'll cost you more than
that easygoing spanking I gave you. Mike couldn't help himself. His
rear end was blazing. He said, "E... easygoing?" "Of course," his
wife responded with certainty. "That was nothing. Get out of line and
you'll find out what I can do when I really want to hurt your cute
little tushy." She had delivered an unrestrained bun beating, but he
didn't know that. Thinking he had reacted so franticly to a half-
hearted effort made him believe that he was a weakling, unable to
endure the slightest pain. That was exactly what Tammy wanted him to
think. She permitted herself a secret smile as she felt his face press
up against her warm buttocks and his nose fit itself snugly between
them. It was the perfect position for the sissy she was going to turn
Mike into.
An hour later she woke up, happy and refreshed. Mike got his face out
of her ass and she chuckled when she saw his flushed features and
forlorn expression. Tammy rubbed the material of his new nighty over
his sensitve nipples until he was whimpering with need. She pressed
her thigh against his shrunken man-parts, making him wild with
excitement that he could do nothing to gain relief from. Not until he
was trembling with frustration did she get out of bed. "Upsadaisy,
Mink," she ordered cheerfully. "Let's get you into a pair of pretty
heels." By then Mike's reflexive desire to protest had been stilled.
He stood up wordlessly and waited with his hands submissively at his
sides. The scent of Tammy's sex was still strong on his lips but he
didn't even consider asking permission to rinse his face. Instead he
watched with nervous curiousity as she got a shoebox from the closet.
It was from the same place where she had gotten his lingerie, so he
prepared himself for the worst. His concern was well founded. What
his grinning wife took from the box was a pair of candy apple red
stripper heels with three inch stilettos. She set them before him and
he gingerly worked his feet into them. Tammy pointed to the other side
of the room and he cautiously crossed to there, taking tiny mincing
steps. The closet was still open and he saw in the mirror how the
heels reshaped his legs, making them appear even more feminine. This
time his reaction wasn't as extreme as before. He was more resigned to
his fate and, at some level, less concerned with being made to wear
heels than with how attractive they looked. Tammy sensed the change.
She re-enforced his positive response by stepping right behind him and
reaching around to carress his nipples through the nighty. He purred
at the stimulation and unconciously rubbed his bottom back against her.
She didn't correct him. Each step he took along the road of femininity
got her closer to her goal.
"Now it's time for cosmetics," she declared. Mike shivered. Neither
of them was certain if it was from rejection or acceptance of the idea.
He went to the ice cream parlor chain in front of her vanity table and
sat, grimacing slightly when his still sore bottom touched the seat.
Tammy fussed with his hair, undoing the damage she had caused by
pulling him around by it. Then she applied a light foundation all over
his face. That was followed by lip liner and bright pink lipstick --
his signature color, she decided out loud -- then finished with a
generous overcoating of clear lip gloss. She rouged his cheeks, using
slightly too much color to give them an appearance somewhere between a
doll and a slut. Then she went to work on his eyes with liner, blue
tint on his upper lids, and plenty of thickener to the lashes. His
normally pale eyebrows were shaped with tweezers and then darkened,
adding to the doll/slut look. Then there were dangling earrings to
complete his girly appearance. She made Mike complete several circuits
of the bedroom on his heels, earrings swinging. A few hints from her
added swish to his hips and delicacy to his steps. She instructed him
to keep his wrists limp and to tip his chin down so he could peer up
coyly through his thickened lashes -- "like the attention craving girl
you are, Mink."
That was when the doorbell rang. "Ding dong," Tammy said merrily. "Go
and take care of my guest while I get ready." As he was about to pass
her she misted perfume into the air so he would carry away its exotic
scent.
Mike froze inside. Someone was going to see him the way he was now.
And he didn't even know who it was going to be.
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