The Shrink
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I See a Shrink
Some of this is true and some is fantasy. Maybe some is wishful
thinking.
"Michael, the doctor will see you now," said the little cutie holding
open the door for me. I was more than a little nervous. Seeing a
"shrink" was not my idea of a fun day. I'd had to agree in order to keep
peace with the wife.
"Come in Michael and have a seat. Would you rather be called Mike?"
asked the woman sitting behind a large wooden desk. She appeared to be
big boned, in her 50's, lightly frosted brown hair, and wearing a dark
purple blouse and a black shirt.
"What ever!" was my response as I wondered if she was wearing knee high
black boots? She reminded me of a dominatrix. This could be interesting
after all!
"I understand that your wife wanted you to set up this meeting. Would
you tell me what prompted scheduling the appointment?"
"Well Doc, the wife and I have been married some 40 years and she has
refused to accept my needs. After a big blow up and threats of divorce I
had to agree to seek counseling!"
"I see, would you care to elaborate a bit?" She stood up and moved her
chair around to the side of the desk facing me and crossed her long legs
encased in black knee high boots.
"My wife can't handle the fact that I'm a crossdresser." Hot, damn!
She's got the boots! "Look, after Nam the need to wear women's clothes
became an over powering desire which I succumbed too. We had our fights
and she refused to talk about it, or allow me to dress. It's just been
one long on going battle that frankly is starting to come to a point
where I want to run screaming out the door and say fuck it! Worst part
of it is that I can understand her feelings. She married a macho,
military type that turned into a fairy. She worries over the impact on
the kids, family and neighbors if it comes out."
"Is this something you want help with?" she asked.
"No, not really! I was hoping that maybe at some point you could sit
down with her and get her to understand what I'm going through. Maybe we
could work something out. As it is I'm drinking heavily, can't sleep and
I'm developing the shakes and tremors."
"I notice that you didn't come here today dressed. But I do see your
body is shaved, clear nail polish on fingers and toes, eyebrows shaped,
ankle bracelet, toe rings and triple pierced ears."
"No, just panties today. In the winter I under dress and wear a girdle,
panty hose, and a cami. She turns a blind eye to this. Summers here in
Florida are just to hot to under dress unless you are in an air
conditioned environment. I used to be able too when I was working. Going
out fully dressed is something I rarely get a chance to do."
"Would you like to dress all of the time?"
"No, only when the mood comes on me and that isn't every day. Having to
do the make up thing and shaving every day isn't something I want to do"
"So you don't want a sex change? Wouldn't you like to have your own
breasts or a cunt of your own?"
"No not at this time. I have given that a lot of thought but at this
stage of my life I don't think so."
"Are you gay or attracted to men?"
"No. I don't think so! Physical contact with another male makes my skin
crawl!"
"How about a fem name? Do you have one?"
"I prefer Michelle, and it is the name I go by on-line."
"Can I call you Michelle?"
"I would rather you did that only if I was dressed!"
"Well Michelle, sorry, Mike our time is up. Tell my receptionist to set
you up with a return appointment." With that she stood up and led me to
the door.
In parting she said, "I really would like to see you dressed when next
we meet Michelle."
"Dr. Twat said to set up another session."
"It's not twat! Her name is Teresa Watt!" said the receptionist
indignantly. We set up an appointment and I headed home.
"So how did your visit go with Teresa?" asked the bitch.
"Just fuckin marvelous! We talked, I set up a return appointment and she
wants me to return all femmed up."
"Are you ok with going in to see her dressed?"
"Sure but, I know you aren't crazy over the idea of seeing me in drag. I
could use your help checking me over before I make a public appearance.
I think I'm pretty good but I would appreciate your suggestions if any
are needed"
I don't like dressing casual like most women do nowadays. I wanted to
look my best and with Anne's help I thought I was lookin good! Black
skirt, tan pull over, black boots and silver jewelry, I was lookin hot!
Sitting in the waiting room was interesting and I tried to be as
feminine as possible. Because of my deep voice I avoided conversation
with the other pervs. It wasn't long before it was my turn to see Dr.
Twat.
"Oh, my God! Michelle is that you? Wow! I can see that you are really
serious about this."
Teresa was wearing a leather skirt, and a black poly blouse. Her hair
was pulled back in a pony tail.
"Sit down, sit down and get comfy! I must admit I wasn't expecting such
a presentation."
I sat as fem as I could and smiled at her. "So Doc, what do you want to
know?"
"Tell me when all of this started," she said as she moved around the
desk to sit facing me.
"Well I started wearing my mother's panties when I was 9 because I found
the erections painful and the nylon felt good. As time went on I
wondered what this thing from hell that was between my legs was doing
there. It didn't feel right. It should be smooth there. At 12 I tried to
rid myself of the hated thing but smartened up before I finished the
job. Sorta missed my chance there to correct nature's error.
I also became addicted to sniffing my mom's panties. We used to keep the
dirty clothes hamper in the bathroom and it was easy to indulge and of
course beat off. I used to take several pairs to sleep in at night. My
tongue still gets hard when I smell pussy. I'm an avid muff diver.
I later heard of a boy that was caught blowing himself in the school
restroom. I found that really interesting and tried for years to suck
myself off but, all I got was facials. Never could wrap my lips around
the elusive wiener. I had a close friend that I told about it and he
suggested I experiment on him. I figured it was safe enough to try and I
enjoyed the experience and it became a daily event until one day while I
was on my knees I found several other guys standing around waiting their
turn. After I was forced to suck them all off, they proceeded to beat
the crap out of me. Fortunately we relocated shortly there after and I
kept to myself. I learned to never trust anyone.
Years went by and I went to Nam. When I returned I was driven to dress
and my wife and I got into some real battles. As a point of interest
many years later I was able successfully blow my self. No one can suck
your own dick like yourself! It was great but I was never able to repeat
the event. I still dream about it!"
"So you like to suck dick?" asked Teresa.
"I don't know. I find my self surfing the internet and watching videos
of men and women sucking dick. It does arouse me and my panties get
soaked. I've often wondered if I could give a blow job again. I guess
the answer is that if the person was in drag and a friend, probably."
"Sounds to me like you are a repressed cocksucker and in denial! Your
wife told me that she thinks that all crossdressers are cocksuckers and
wants me to determine if that is true. Anyway continue."
"Well let's see, all that is left is that I am a fan of latex and
bondage. I love total enclosure. The smell of latex is really erotic to
me. Get me dressed a catsuit, hood, penis gag, and truss me up in a
bondage bag and I'm in heaven. In latex I expect an orgasm. My wife is
not a fan of this past time either. In fem I'm relaxed and feel
wonderful. It's not a sexual thing. When it comes to sex I prefer
cunnilinguis over intercourse. I can go for hours muff diving and have
no real interest in achieving an orgasm myself. That's it in a nut
shell"
"Wow, you are a girl of varied interests. What is it you expect from
me?" asked Teresa.
"You know I been thinking that you look good enough to eat! Wanna a
demonstration of my oral skills?" That got me a funny look so I said,
"Get my wife in here and explain what a crossdresser is and how it
affects my health to not be able to be myself. Also I would like a carry
letter from you so I will have some thing to show if there is a question
about why I am dressed in fem. I've always worried over having to use a
women's restroom. I plan on coming out and not hiding anymore."
"Set up another appointment and I want your wife to come in with you
this next time."
Appointment made I arrived home and told Anne what Dr. Twat had said.
She was agreeable and I wondered how all of this was going to play out.
"Hello, Michelle! The doctor will be right with you. Is this lovely lady
your wife?"
I wanted to say no, it's my fuckin girl friend! Instead I just nodded.
After a short wait we were called in.
"Hello Anne, nice to see you. Come in and have a seat. Michelle you are
lookin good girl!"
Once we were seated Teresa came around her desk and sat down beside
Anne. "Honey I've only met with your hubby a few times but, here is my
recommendation. After all this time he isn't going to change in his
desire to cross dress. In fact he is on the verge of a nervous breakdown
that could result in being placed in a rest facility. You have to decide
if you can live with his cross dressing."
"Well I'll be damned if I'm going to live with a faggot any more! I
married a man. I don't want a live in sister or girl friend. I want him
out of the house as soon as his fairy ass can get packed and out the
door!" With that she jumped up and slammed out of the office.
Teresa looked at me and said, "Well we tried. I can give you a carry
letter that may help if you are picked up by the police and hopefully
keep you out of jail. So what are your plans?"
"I've an old friend that may take me in for awhile until I can get my
feet on the ground. I didn't think she would be able to handle it
anyway. I got to my feet and headed for the door."
"Before you go Michelle," said Teresa as she hiked up her skirt up, "you
once said I looked good enough to eat. Would you like to indulge or are
you too down in the dumps?"
I kinda stared at her for a moment and then fell to my knees between her
knees. I pulled down her panties and instead of a yummy beaver I was
looking at a very erect cock with precum glistening on it's head. Hands
grasped the back of my head and pulled me towards the purple head. My
heart was hammering in my chest and all I could do was stare at it as my
mouth opened to wrap my lips around the waiting penis. As it slipped
between my lips I immediately started sucking. Teresa must have been
really horny because I was getting face fucked furiously. It wasn't long
before she stiffened up and rammed her cock down my throat and started
pumping cum down my throat. I was enjoying the wonderful feeling of the
spasms on my lips and as they died away I kept on sucking on it until it
was drained. This reminded of my teen years. Am I a cocksucker?
I've often wondered about the stigma surrounding the act. If a girl in
school tries to become popular by sucking cock she is shunned by most
guys and yet they will visit her on the sly for a blow job but
publically make fun of her and say nasty things about her. Let the word
get out that a guy is giving head and they will gang up on him force him
to suck them off and then beat him up. His life will then become a
living hell as long as he is living there. Given a choice most men would
prefer the blow job over regular intercourse which is so darn involved.
With a blow job you can end the act when you want and it takes little
effort. Something to be said for doing it yourself or having your own
pet cocksucker.
"Michelle, honey if you have any problem finding a permanent place to
crash and work I have a friend that may provide the environment you
crave. Her name is Lola and I'll give you her address and phone number.
In fact, I'll even give her a heads up that you may call. Stay in
touch!"
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