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A Rash Decision By: Cindy Renee' Anderson [email protected] My husband Doug was being an absolute asshole and jerk. I had a special week-end planned for the two of us but instead, at the last minute, he announced that he was going to hunting camp with some of the boys. I was furious and hurt that he was blowing me off yet again. My friend Lisa had invited us to a Halloween party and I was desperately looking forward to having some much needed fun and some one on one time with Doug. I had spent a whole weeks pay on the materials and had worked all my free time for a month to sew our costumes. He was to be an old west sheriff and I was going as a sexy saloon-girl barmaid. I had spent most of the afternoon preparing a special meal for the two of us before getting ready for the party. Doug knew how much this meant to me, but again, as always he put me last. When I reminded him that he had promised to spend some time off with me he just chuckled, saying: "Tough luck honey, this takes priority, tomorrow's the first... Opening day!" I hadn't seen him move so fast in years, within 15 minutes the truck was packed and he was pulling out of the yard. So here it was, 4:00 on a Friday afternoon Halloween 2003 and I'm standing there all alone and forgotten. I was fit to be tied, I was furious. I was more than hurt this time, I was royally pissed off... and I wanted revenge. "That asshole did it to me again," I thought to myself The candle holders and wine glasses were still on the table as I plopped down my microwavable weight watchers meal. I was thoroughly disgusted; I mean here I was starving myself to look good... for this chauvinist jerk. By 6:00 I was still fuming over my ruined week-end. Alone, I picked up the phone to call my best friend Lisa to cancel our plans. I had known Lisa since I worked as a CNA at Maine Medical Center in Portland while I paid for a business degree from USM. Over the next two hours I spilled my guts to her about what a complete jerk Doug was and how much I wanted to make him pay for being such a total ass. Lisa told me that she had seen and heard about all kinds of things wives had done to punish their insensitive husbands. By now Lisa was a Nurse Practitioner and Physicians Assistant in Manchester New Hampshire at a woman's clinic. She suggested that maybe I look online to revenge sites for some ideas. As mad as I was I decided to let it go once again and try to salvage my week-end and catch up on some office work. It was past noon on Sunday when Doug arrived home from his hunting trip. I could tell that he was hung over as he strutted past me and threw down a pile of clothes for the laundry. "Have fun?" I said sarcastically. Doug just shrugged his shoulders and dropped down on the couch to catch the beginning of the Patriots game. He must have sensed that I was pissed because he shifted attitudes to the pathetic feel-sorry-for-me tone has he explained how he (the mighty hunter) had missed a big one. He tracked it all day over hills and through a swamp well into the evening sure that he'd get a shot. By the time he got back to camp it was late and he just went to bed, too tired and wet to drive home. So today he was sore, and tired, exhausted, and hungry from his big hunt. As pissed as I was, I still felt sorry for the schmuck. I wound up driving half way across town to get his favorite pizza. That's where I ran into Michelle, the wife of one of his best friends. "So did the guys have fun at the strip club this week-end?" she asked. "WHAT?" I ground my teeth. "I told him if he ever so much as... That I'd personally cut his dick off" I growled Michelle went on to tell me in full detail about the wild partying spree the guys went on topped with a trip to a strip bar, and finally she told me all about them getting some Asian hookers from Boston's red light district - like they do every year. By now I was in full blown conniption fit and I was ready to cut off Doug's nuts and his dick. Michelle told me that she had smelled some perfume on her husband's clothes and chiseled the truth and a full and complete confession out of him. I told her not to mention our conversation to anyone. I wanted revenge. Revenge for all the crap he'd put me through over the years. I used to get all heartbroken and finally blame myself for his behavior. But now it was different I was over that stage, I was finished with him, but now I wanted my revenge for once, I had to find a way to make him hurt deeply, my sweet revenge. Problem was, he didn't have a heart and with me finding another man probably would only justify his own actions to himself in his on immature way. I called Lisa on the way home with the story and pushed her for some of the more devious ideas to extract my revenge on Doug. She suggested that I stop of at Spencer's Gifts and get some itching powder and put it in his clothes. Also I could try laundry detergent dried into his underwear; put laxatives in his drink, grind up some poison sumac and put it in his clothing, and/or give him rotten meat or vegetables for food poisoning. She also mentioned that I should check out www.TheRevengeLady.com and www.ThePayback.com and www.frocks.nu for more ideas. When I arrived home, Doug was sound asleep on the couch. "Perfect" I thought. Now I would time to set up my payback. First, I dug through the laundry and sure enough, I could smell slut perfume all over Doug's clothes. I went to work rubbing a mixture of dish and laundry detergent into the crotch of all of Doug's underwear as well as itching powder (extra strength) into all of his pants, shirts, and coats. I made up a glass of ice tea with laxative in it and placed it on the end table next to the sofa. Lastly I scraped the bottom of the garbage basket, ground up the chunks, and mixed it in with the pizza toppings and sauce. Gently, I awoke Doug telling him that I was home with the pizza and that I was out of cold beer and hoped that ice tea would suffice. Doug wolfed down the pizza and drank 3 tall glasses of ice tea as he went on and on in colorful detail how he traipsed through the woods on into the night before getting back to camp. I listened attentively and quizzed him on his harrowing experience, stroking his ego as I fought back my payback-is-a-bitch smile. He never offered me any of the pizza as he gobbled down every last bit of it. It only took 20 minutes after finishing, before Doug was in the bathroom on the toilet complaining of stomach cramps. I suggested a nice long shower to soothe him. As he showered I dropped some powder onto the top towel in the closet and rubbed it in. Twenty minutes later, Doug was throwing up violently in the toilet. Holding his stomach with the towel draped around his chest, Doug made a beeline for our bedroom. He pulled on a pair of underwear, sweat pants, and a tee shirt before diving under the covers. He laid there holding his stomach, shivering, and soon beginning to itch. "What's wrong hon?" I said in my most motherly concerned tone. "I, I don't feel good," he whined. It was pure joy watching him run back and forth to the toilet and scratch his balls and chest all night. In fact he didn't even sleep that night he was busy scratching. I choked it up to an allergy and stomach flu. By morning he was thoroughly miserable and I was secretly delighted in my victory. In private, I called Lisa for an appointment for Doug. "Tell him he has brain cancer," I joked Lisa Laughed and said that she could come up with something that I would enjoy. We concocted a plan sure to make him pay for his actions. The hour drive down to Manchester was quite with Doug sniffling and moaning. Soon we were in the exam room and Lisa was giving Doug a battery of tests and shaking her head with great concern. As she listened with the stethoscope to Doug's back, Lisa winked and smiled at me at of Doug's sight. She shaved spots of hair off his chest for an E.K.G. Next she squeezed his balls until he yelped, poked his stomach, and finally shoving a cold gloved finger in his ass. "Ohh boy, that's not good" she said under her breath. Lisa asked him all kinds of questions about exposures to perfumes and detergents, then about erectile dysfunction, then about family history of skin cancers. By now, Doug was shaking in fear. "What do you think it is? Do I have something?" he asked in fear. After a moment Lisa excused her self then returned after 10 minutes with some folders. She explained to Doug that he had a very serious reaction to a developing skin infection. She also said that she would have to do some blood tests to determine just how severe his condition was. But it looked like he had a rare disease called Femmetoxemia which could be fatal if not treated properly. It was so rare that there were less than 1000 cases worldwide. Most commonly in Asian prostitutes she explained. That's why silk and cosmetics were invented in Asia, to sooth the infected skin of those afflicted with the disease. But Doug's contraction must have been purely incidental contact with the blood of someone infected. She told us that she had consulted with a specialist from Asia and would be monitoring Doug's condition. She told Doug that he had an aggressive and rare bacterial infection of the skin and nails. The first thing he would need to do is to shave off ALL his body hair from face down as the bacteria clings to body hair. He would need to thin his eyebrows and keep them thin. He was not to cut his scalp hair as that grew good bacteria that would combat the bad bacteria on his skin. He would need to keep his body skin soft and moisturized. Next he would need to keep his toe nails and fingernails groomed and polished as the bacteria liked to permeate through the nails. She recommended a pedicure and manicure along with polish. She also advised him to stay away from male deodorants and colognes as they contained male pheromones that attracted the bacteria and helped it grow. She also recommended that he not wear clothes containing cotton, wool, denim, or polyester. Only smooth materials like nylon, lacra, silk, satin, or charmeuse. Lastly, he was now on a strict diet, an Asian remedy of salads, fruits, and vegetables to help remove toxins from his body. She was ordering him away from work for one month until his next appointment where she would evaluate his treatment plan and progress. She prescribed some medications, a drug regimen that would also fight the bacteria. Before leaving she cautioned him to follow her recommendations to the letter or risk a very unpleasant and deadly infestation. Lisa told us to call anytime if we had questions. Once we were home I ran a hot bubble bath. While it filled I made Doug strip and stand on a towel. I used electric clippers to groom off his body hair from his arms, hands, back, chest, stomach, legs, feet, and his genitals and ass cheeks. I made him sit in the bath while I removed the pile of hair. As he soaked, I joined him with a can of ladies shave cr?me and Venus razor. I demonstrated how to shave his legs and butt telling him that he'd need to do it twice a week for now. I shaved his back and arms. I made him shave his cock and balls. I mentioned that waxing may stunt some of the hair growth or perhaps use some Nair. Later when he was done shaving his face, I used some of my skin conditioners on his body along with my baby powder antiperspirant. Doug was shocked when I handed him a black pair of my softest, silkiest panties and matching black charmeuse satin robe. "Just try it on and see if you don't itch, they are wicked comfortable and will feel great on your skin until we can find something else." I coaxed him. Reluctantly, he pulled on the panties and robe. Next, I made him sit on the bed as I pulled out a bag full of various colored nail polishes. He squirmed has I pulled out a bottle of pink and began too shake it. "Sorry it's all that I have right now until I get over to Wal-Mart," I explained. As Doug began to accept his treatment, I went over the finer points of nail maintenance and nail polishing. I showed him how to get a good smooth coating on and how to shape and file them. When His nails were finally dry I handed him my sheerest pair of Hanes pantyhose telling him that they would keep his legs warm for now. I taught him how to pull them up smoothly without putting a run in them. Lastly, a dug through my dresser and found a pair of white satin ballet slippers that stretched enough to fit his feet. Next, I led him to my lighted vanity so I could trim and shape his eyebrows. He winced and whined as I plucked the long hairs to give him a distinctly feminine arc. Lastly, I made Doug help me strip our bed so that I could put on the expensive set of rose colored satin sheets that were packed away in our closet. I instructed Doug to lay and relax while I ran to the drug store for his prescriptions. About an hour and a half later I returned home. Only to find Doug dressed in a tee-shirt and sweats sitting on the couch. He was scratching himself crazy while a glass of soda sat on the table next to him. I couldn't have planned it better if I had tried!! There he was, drinking soda from the bottle that I had put ipecac syrup in, and wearing clothes that still had itching powder in them. I decided to take a very stern and domineering approach with him voicing my ardent displeasure with his failure to abide by the help that I had given to him. I pointed out his complete failure to listen to me or appreciate the help that I had given him to make him feel comfortable putting a heavy guilt trip onto him. My now the detergent in his underwear crotch was burning his penis and testicles and he was fidgeting like mad as he ran to the toilet to vomit. In my harshest tome possible I ordered him into the shower and tub again. As he soaked in the tub, I removed all his clothing from his dresser and closet and put them into garbage bags and brought them to the garage. I searched my dresser for some of my older clothing to replace his clothes I had thrown out. Next, I returned to the bathroom and began to pick out his deodorants and toiletries and dispose of them in an angry manner. I held up a bottle of clear nail enamel for him to see and sternly threw it into the trash telling him that since he was so ungrateful for my help that he didn't deserve being spared the embarrassment of pink nails and that he would have to live with them for a while. I really laid down the law in my most bitchy manner this time - telling him that he was to do what I say without question: Period. After his bath I made it clear that he was to wear the outfit that I had chosen for him earlier, but this time I added a lacra/spandex full body shaper to "prevent him from scratching his balls". Like a mother, I made sure that Doug took all of his prescriptions and helped him rub on a skin cream and apply a transdermal patch. Doug broke down and submitted to my ardent demands and sobbed and sighed himself to sleep that night. In the morning, Doug rummaged through his dresser like a kid searching for a lost toy, trying to find any article of male clothing at all. Instead he only found the silk panties and silk nighties that I had replaced his male clothing with. In his closet hung silk blouses in various colors and spandex skirts and leggings as well as a few dresses. You see, just a year earlier I had gone through a spell where I was 30 to 40 pounds heavier. Luckily Dug was now just as heavy as I had been then, and he was the same height as me. Also I figured that with a month or two of strict dieting and aerobics he would be able to fit into most of my current clothes. I switched my tone from strict and domineering to a more nurturing and motherly approach, at least until the next time he was dumb enough to disobey my requests and piss me off. I remained supportive and understanding explaining to him that these measures were for his own good and tried to convince him how luxurious the silk and satin textures were on his smoothly shaven skin. Eventually he agreed with me. I had been working as a secretary/office assistant up to this point though I possessed various bachelors' degrees in business applications and finance and accounting. This was because my career was "in conflict" with his job as manufacturing supervisor at the local plant which required off hours. We filled out the paperwork for Doug to take an extensive leave of absence to manage his condition. I took advantage of the time to search for a job where my career could blossom and flourish. I wanted a job where I could achieve my own success. As the week went by Doug adhered to my instructions on dress and hygiene. While I went to job interviews, Doug's new position was to clean house, prepare the meals, and do the dishes, laundry, vacuuming, and the dusting. In fact I was slowly transferring all the housework over to him then inspecting the house each day when I returned. I also used my time away to begin to shop for feminine clothes and search the internet for ways to enslave Doug. I kept in contact with Lisa updating her on the status of our plan. She suggested that during my research that I look into The Maine Femina Society and a few favorite sites of hers called www.petticoated.com and www.thefrenchmaids.net to start with. She also recommended that I purchase a video from a feminine image consultant at www.femimage.com also she urged my to think locally and check out www.decolleteenhancement.com Lisa also told me about some local specialty stores around New England such as www.tgnorth.com along with www.thefantasygirl.com and also www.glamourboutique.com and lastly www.charlenesboutique.com One night during the week as Doug was adapting to his new living conditions I came to bed wearing my silkiest sexiest lingerie. I paid special care to applying my make-up and nails to present a high-class sultry sexy appearance. I used extra perfume with my hair let down for a sex feminine look. Doug was putty in my hands as it had been a while since we'd had sex. He tried to be the aggressor but I pushed him away. I began by rubbing our silky smooth legs together slowly. As I pulled closer, I started to join our stomachs through the smooth materials. I got on top in the superior position and began to grind our pantied crotches together. Soon he was covered in my perfume and my glossy lipstick had rubbed off onto his lips. He was hard, no he was rock hard and I teased him to no end. Forcing his head down, I made him satisfy me orally not once but twice to two of the most intense orgasms I had ever experienced. In return, I licked and sucked on his nipples while rubbing his hard cock through the luxuriously silky material until he came in a shuddering climax. I never allowed him to penetrate me with his cock that night and from then on. After two weeks, Doug was dressing in the satiny clothing without hesitation. He was sticking to his diet and doing aerobics with me in a spandex leotard and leggings. I was constantly introducing little ways to pamper him while chipping away at his masculinity. Little touches like woman's tennis shoes for comfort, a handbag for skin lotions and nail polish, ladies deodorant, breathe fresheners, teeth whiteners, and moisturizing lip gloss. By Saturday afternoon of the third week, Doug told me that he was getting bored with being home and doing the housework and told me that he really wished we could somehow get out. I told him that there was a way that he could get out but that he would have to do exactly what say and without question and that was final. He looked at me questioningly but finally agreed to do as I said. The first part was to have him bath and shave all over which was usual by this point. As he emerged, I wrapped a towel around his head as if to put his hair up. He pulled on a long baby pink satin robe I had laid out for him which was now part of the usual routine. But this evening he was in for the surprise of his life. You see, I had done some shopping in preparation for this moment. I started by sitting next to him on our bed and opening a box that that contained two life-like silicone breast forms. Applying some adhesive cream to his smooth breast tissue I held the forms in place as the adhesive dried. Doug was horrified but dared not to resist my plans. Reaching for my make-up bag, I pulled out some powder foundation and held a few bottles up to his skin to match. After a few brushes and dabs the breasts matched perfectly. The next step was for me to clasp a white satin and lace under wire bra around him and give a quick lesson on how to adjust the shoulder straps. Soon after that I pulled out a bag to reveal a black satin slim bikini panty. I explained that it was called a panty "gaff" with a built in pouch to help tuck away his penis. It is used by female impersonators to conceal their man parts and pull them tight to the body as to produce a smooth flat feminine crotch. I motioned for him to pull them on and he just rolled his eyes. He reluctantly wiggled into the firm gaff while I helped to tuck his penis into his body cavity and in the satin pouch to fit it snugly in place. The result was a natural looking crotch mound. Letting him pull the robe back on to cover up, I led him to the lighted vanity at the bathroom sink and dumped out the contents of my make-up bag. "We'll have to get you your own but these will do for now" I said nonchalantly picking through various eyeliners and foundations. Doug was really starting to squirm and question what I was doing. I told him sternly to "sit still" then eased to say "relax... trust me". I went to work doing a full and complete make-up job on him: foundation make-up, defining rouge, dark eyeliner, eye shadow, mascara, lip pencil, lipstick, and pink lip gloss. As he stared at his face in the mirror, I began to pin up his hair. His eyes widened when I pulled open a box with a long blonde curly wig. I removed the towel wrapped around his head then replaced it with the wig then pinned it in place so I could spritz and style it. Pulling him from his reflection, I led him back to the bed room telling him to stand in place while I searched for something for him to wear. I started with a tight white panty girdle with garters, lace top ultra sheer nude nylons and a black satin slip bottom. Soon he was pulling on a white silk blouse and shiny black nylon high-waist skirt, knee length with a slit up the side to reveal a hint of a satin slip. The lines from the bra straps were faintly visible beneath the sheer white blouse. Doug was marveling at all the sensations of the textures of silk combined with tautness of the girdle and sheer nylons and the tug and weight of the breasts. I sat him down and returned with some ice cubes, a needle, and some bandaging then began pierce his earlobes. I took some time for the bleeding to stop before I could get in some earrings. While we waited I matched up some gold necklaces, bracelets and rings. As his ears healed, I took extra time working on his nails gluing on ? inch press- ons then painting them a sexy hot pink to match his toes. The last step in Doug's transformation was to have him step into a pair of sexy black leather ankle boots with 3 inch heels. The whole ensemble was topped off with a liberal spraying of my most luscious perfume. The final touch was a distinctly feminine black leather handbag filled with make-up for touch-ups. Doug was floored as he turned to see his reflection on my full length mirror. You see, Doug has a medium frame and stood just under 5'-7" and appeared more thinner and dainty with the help of the corset and breast forms. I let out a sexy whistle saying: "Girl you're gonna make some friends tonight in that" while he ran his hands over, exploring all his new curves. For the next hour I made Doug practice walking in heels and refine his posture and mannerisms. I tied some thread from one ankle to another to train him to take small dainty steps which made his cute tush wiggle like a woman's. With each step, the realistic breast forms would bounce and jiggle like that of a real woman's. Before leaving I picked out a long black leather and lace trench coat to keep him warm. He trudged shyly out to the car as I barked critiques of his movements and his ability to walk in heels. As we drove up to Portland, I made the remark that I couldn't call such a pretty girl Doug. "I really think that Debbie fits you a lot better" I told him. He shrugged his shoulders and rolled his eyes in defiance. I pulled the car over right there and then and turned to him with an intense glare. I made it clear to him that I had worked hard to help make him look convincing so that he could go out and that he'd better appreciate this opportunity and reminded him of my taking care of him during such a difficult time for him. I told him that he'd better change his attitude and accept his situation or he could fucking walk home! I was reminded of how Doug always talked down to me and played his friggin' stupid mind games to belittle, demean and degrade me with his masculine superiority. Things were tense for a few moments until Doug realized the predicament he was in and that I was his only salvation. His attitude loosened as we chatted while I drove. It was just after 6:00 PM when we turned of the Turnpike and pulled in the Maine Mall parking lot and stopped. "Come on Debbie, we've got some shopping to do girlfriend" I said as if speaking happily to an old friend. Debbie got out of the car, slung her purse strap over her shoulder, and quickly scooted to my side nearly holding me arm in arm. I told her to loosen up and walk with one foot in front of the other to give her ass some wiggle, back straight, eyes forward, walk with confidence I instructed. The panty girdle gave her the illusion of hips as her heels clicked on the sidewalk. Within moments we strode past small crowds at the food court and into Victoria's Secret. No one paid any attention to us as we picked through racks of sexy lingerie. I held up panties and bras for Debbie's approval then moved to the negligees and camisoles. Before long I had accumulated a pile and placed it onto the counter before a sales clerk. "All yours? Will that be all?" she asked. "No they are for her and we are all set" I said pointing to Debbie. Within a few hours of manic shopping at JC Penny and other stores, I had sent Debbie out to the car four times with bags full of clothing and shoes I had picked out for her. We spent nearly $3300 in clothing alone. I spent another $1500 in the jewelry stores picking out rings, necklaces, bracelets, and earrings. As we were leaving, Debbie leaned over to me to beg for a restroom break. In the ladies room, I instructed her to always, ALWAYS sit to pee, wiping when finished as not to drip on any of her fine clothing. I opened a Kotex regular maxi- pad and showed her how to line her panties with it to catch any leaks and to keep her panties fresh and clean. This was a big step, for a man would never be caught dead wearing womanly feminine hygiene products. I reassured her making it seam natural so she would accept this new addition to her outfit. I could hear the pad crinkle inside her panties as she adjusted her outfit and began to stroll off. God, I fucking loved the high I got from feminizing Doug, stripping away layer after layer of he-man masculinity and replacing it with submissive femininity - my sweet revenge. Next we were off to Wal-Mart for more lingerie and cosmetics. Between Wal-Mart, Fashion Bug Plus, and JC Pennnys we had amassed quite a large pile of lingerie and hosery especially bra and panty sets from Hanes, Vasserette, Jockey and Maidenform. Our next stop was the Old Port for a drink and some girl time. We got a quite booth at a place called Styxx. I explained to Debbie that it was a gay bar and no one would think twice about a man in drag, in fact there were several crossdressers already in the place. Debbie searched the crowd trying to figure who was and who wasn't. After the second drink we got up and moved down the street to another bar called "Sisters". Again we chose a quite corner to allow Debbie to gain more confidence in her appearance. Soon she had loosened up enough to wonder up to the bar and order a drink for herself - a White Russian made with Allen's Coffee Brandy (local nickname: liquid panty remover) and with Absolute vodka. After 3 tall drinks Debbie and I were again off to the ladies restroom. Luckily it was deserted and I could help her touch up her make-up. At every opportunity I complemented her on how well she looked and how pretty she was. I had to admit it - I might have done too good of a job on her because she was actually very convincing as a real woman and I could tell that men were looking her up and down. By now I was referring to Debbie exclusively with the pronouns "she" and "her" always with the feminine form. Debbie was beginning to slur her attempt at soft speech - I had been helping her to find a comfortable pitch to speak with. There were several pairs of women dancing together in front of a stage. I pulled Debbie up to dance a slower song with me. The pace was dark and it catered to lesbians so no one would care about two women sharing an intimate dance. We danced softly at first with me taking the lead but then I began kissing her more aggressively. "Tonight you're gonna be my hot little lezbo dyke bitch when we get home" I told her with certainty as is coyly squeezed her cock through her skirt, panties, and pad. Well that broke any inhibitions Debbie might have had. She fell into me and submitted to me right then and there letting down her guard and inhibitions. She really got into her new persona and gave into the femininity that I was bombarding her with. "Ohh Christie that sounds soo wonderful" she admitted to me in her intoxicated state. "That's Mistress Christie to you my little lez slave" I snapped. I had to admit that I was getting a little hot also and was starting to soak my panties at the thought of some soft lesbian sex. On the way home I stopped for cigarettes at Cumberland Farms getting Debbie some Virginia Slims lights instead of Doug's Marlboro lights. I taught her how to hold a cigarette "wrist up, hand facing the body" and how to inhale and exhale like a woman. On the way home I focused the conversation on feminine subjects never letting Debbie lapse back to masculine thoughts. Once home mixed and drink (which we never touched) and we soon in the bedroom. I instructed Debbie to partially strip as I was, then rummaged through our bags from Victories Secret for negligees. Turning down the lights we fell to the bed in a long passionate kiss. I took the upper hand forcing Debbie down to lick and suck my moist clit. After a while, I opened my dresser draw and pulled out 2 pair of handcuffs instructing Debbie to roll onto her stomach. With her wrists snugly secured to the bedposts, I lubed a finger with some Estraderm and began to poke at her tight little butt hole. "Mind if I finger you baby" I hissed. Debbie was shocked when I pulled out a life-like 8 inch rubber dildo and ran it across her glossy lips. She tried to resist by I pinched her testicles until she let out a groan and opened up, then I shoved it in her mouth. "Like it bitch or I'll pinch them again, harder this time" I commanded With out hesitation she bobbed her head to lick and suck the rubber cock. I worked it in and out of her mouth deeper and deeper until she was slobbering over it begging for more in her intoxication. I got up and dimmed the lights more then opened up a bag from my dresser. Soon I was probing Debbie's ass with the tip of a 6 inch strap-on dildo that I had secured in place and concealed beneath my long evening gown. I told Debbie to relax and things would go a lot easier for her and that there was no point on resisting because she was going to get fucked like a real woman either way. Moments later I was riding her ass like a cowgirl on a philly. I found that I was getting a real charge from the power I held over her. It was like a great high from good drugs - having the power of authority to fuck her at my pace with her in the inferior receiving position. Debbie gave in and was rocking back on her knees and tossing her head and moaning in delight to my rhythmic thrusts. I reached down and stroked her hard cock through her panties until she cummed into her maxi-pad. It was an intense rush that caused me to spontaneously erupt in wave after wave of decadent pleasure in the best orgasm of my entire life. Regaining my composure I released Debbie only to have her lick me to another fantastic orgasm. We slept late into the next morning. After breakfast we stocked Debbie's dresser and closet with all the new purchases. I helped her to get dressed again to come with me to the super Wal-Mart to shop for a collection of cosmetics and other feminine essentials to allow her to completely live as a woman full-time. Though I didn't have the heart to fully explain this to her at the time. I just told her that it would be easier in the short term until we figured out the full extent of her skin condition and allergies. For the next week and a half Debbie stayed home dressed in female clothes. Meanwhile my search for a new job had paid off and I had landed a new job with a business firm in Portland. On the day before Doug's appointment with Lisa I gave her a call to plan out our next move on my revenge on Doug. Lisa made several suggestions and told me not to worry that the game wasn't over yet and that she had a few more tricks up her sleeve. The next day I told Debbie to dress appropriately for her appointment with Lisa and that she was aware of and understood our choice to have him dress as a woman and was very sympathetic and supportive of his situation. Again, Lisa performed a lengthy examination from head to toe. She shook her head in concern and sighed in sympathy. Lastly she drew several more vials of blood for testing. Lisa closed her exam folder and removed her specks as she turned to speak. "Well the good news is that the infection hasn't spread like it does in most people so what ever you are doing is working. Unfortunately, the bad news is that it looks like it is a persistent strain that is not going away anytime in the foreseeable future." Debbie was mortified. As if her hopes of returning to a normal life were crushed. "What does this mean? How can I get better? "She asked. "Well the best option for the time being is either electrolysis or laser hair removal to kill the infection in the hair follicle beneath the skin. There are other, more powerful methods we can use if this approach doesn't work. For the time being, we will adjust your medications as necessary. Remember to keep up the excellent work in preventing this thing from spreading further. Now, I've written down some recommendations for you to follow when you get home." Lisa told us to come back in 2 months for a re-evaluation. On the ride home, Debbie sobbed and sulked about her diagnosis. She whined about wanting to be a man and hanging out with the guys and doing guy stuff. I did my best to reassure her that we would find our way through this and that I would do all that I could to help and support her through this difficult period. Later that evening, I sat Debbie down for a pep talk. I asked her if she could accept her situation better if she could pass as a woman and be convincing as a woman to people. At least she could have some freedom back and perhaps a social life. She was hesitant at first to accept deeper feminization. My tone turned harsher and I laid a heavy and stern guilt trip on her about rejecting my offer to help her. I knew that I had the upper hand and that I was the only one in the world that she could turn to now and I used this to help me pacify and then to gradually control her. I called her into the bedroom and then pulled open a package to reveal a pack of DVDs. They were instructional videos from Denea Doyle, a femininity coach and feminine image consultant and vocal coach for pre-op transsexuals. I also showed her a MP3 file containing several feminization hypnosis sessions on my mp3 player. I had found 2 hypnosis sites, one called www.adult.hypnoticwishes.com and the other www.hypnotistdawn.com both had many sessions to choose from. I told that we would watch the videos together and then I would help her review the lessons, telling her that I could really help her learn to be convincing if she would just let me teach her the virtues of being a woman. My plan was to do this each night so that she could learn cosmetics and deportment (how to move, act, and talk like a woman). The next area, was to listen to the audio sessions (each morning, noon, and evening) to help her to visualize and concentrate on some of the finer points of femininity. I neglected to mention to her that these sessions were meant to erase all traces of masculinity from her personality. Not only would she begin to naturally move and act like a woman, but she would begin to view herself as a woman and see things from a woman's perspective, as if she had been a woman her entire life. It took some time for her to give in to my agenda - but important part was that she did gave in and that she watched the videos and listened to the audio sessions each night over the next several weeks. While all this was happening, I was rapidly settling in to my new job. I was making new acquaintances and meeting new people, plus I was making nearly triple the money I had as a medial secretary. I had removed my wedding ring so that I could mention to people about living with my sister Debbie". Sometimes I told my closer associates that Debbie was actually my cousin - a gentle hearted person who, from childhood, had always viewed herself as a woman - now a pre-op transsexual. Meanwhile Debbie was progressing to the point where she was confidant enough to leave the house to run errands or to stop in at the grocery store and pharmacy. To make her feel more natural, I ordered fashion and clothing magazines with her name on the postage. Soon Cosmopolitan and Frederick's began to arrive addressed to Debbie. We settled into our new routines over the next eight weeks. Occasionally I would secretly grab bags of Doug's clothes and drop them off at the Salvation Army drop boxes until I had removed them all - every last stitch of male clothing. With Christmas rapidly approaching, I made plans for Debbie to visit a cosmetologist at Merle Norman Cosmetics in Portland. That Friday, I told Debbie that we were going out in Portland to meet up with some of my friends from work. I reassured her that everything would be fine and softened her to the idea of going to a beauty salon. Later that afternoon we were greeted by a beautician named Heather who had experience in working with many transgendered people. Heather was very friendly, totally understanding, and sympathetic to Debbie's plight. Debbie struggled to find a feminine sounding voice and dialect while she chatted with Heather. Again Heather was very sympathetic and did an expert job on Debbie's cosmetics. She expertly styled one of the new wigs that Debbie purchased for our girls night out. I had to admit that I was a tinge jealous, Debbie looked hot, the exercise and dieting combined with a tight girdle, bouncing breast forms, professional cosmetics topped with long blonde curls and framed with a pair of feminine styled reading glasses all wrapped in a tight black cashmere mini skirt, sheer baby pink satin blouse, and black cashmere jacket made her look like a sexy secretary.. Soon we were sitting in a pub in the Old Port waiting for my friends. Debbie was a little nervous that she was definitely attracting the attention of men. Fortunately for her it wasn't long before we met up with my friends from work. The girls announced that we were heading to a bachelorette party for a coworker named Chrissy later that evening. It was an early party for her New Years Eve wedding. Debbie was shy at first but the girls were friendly and tried to include her in all of the conversations, all the while knowing her true gender. The ladies' encouragement along with a few cocktails helped to bring Debbie out of her shell. Soon we were all chatting away like long lost girlfriends. About 7:00PM we headed for a private function room which was filling with women. Some were Chrissy's friends and some were her coworkers. The room had a small stage and a bar for drinks with a full sound system. A few moments later the lights dimmed and dance music began to pump through the sound system. A single spot light came on and lit up a hottt... handsome... sexy stud with a killer smile, delicious buns, and hair to die for. The ladies howled as he began to gyrate his hips. Several ladies rubbed him through his silk leopard print G- string. He spent the first few numbers concentrating on Chrissy putting her through the customary paces. Before the show finished he began to "work" the room, visiting each lady to spend a moment. When the dancer got to Debbie, some of my friends from work began to hoot and holler. A rain of 10's and 20's began to fall on the table in front of her. The dancer reached for Debbie's hand and began to rub his tool through the G-string with it. With all the attention focused on her, Debbie had no choice but to rub him deliberately as her ground his hips closer and closer to Debbie's face. Suddenly the dancer reached down and ripped open the velcro snaps and each side of his G-string and pulled it off. He took his cock and rubbed it to Debbie's lips before she even knew what was happening. The entire room urges her to take him into her mouth, she was trapped. The rain of $$ bills turned into a downpour. Almost instinctively, Debbie raised her eyes and opened to accept his rock hard shaft. Her tongue snaked out of her parted lips to meet her prize. The dancer grabbed the back of her head and began to trust himself deeper and deeper into her mouth making Debbie's head bob back and forth with his rhythms. Flashbulbs lit up the room as some of the other ladies took picture after picture of poor Debbie. After a moment, I noticed that Debbie was quivering and rocking sideways on her chair while her eyes began to roll back. The finish of the show the dancer climaxed right there and then in her mouth. In her inexperience some of his spunk seeped out of the corners of her mouth and dribbled onto her blouse. Debbie and the dancer received a rousing applause from the pleased but intoxicated crowd. Later in the ladies room, Debbie admitted to me that she had her own climax (my influence and the hypnotic reprogramming had worked even better than I'd hoped) and she had soaked her panties also. I squeezed her hand in sisterhood and handed her one of my Kotex maxi-pads that I kept in my purse telling her: "Here, clean up and put this in your panties, this will help to keep you clean and fresh in case of any more accidents" She smiled and blushed quickly to thank me for being so understanding and supportive. For the rest of the evening we had a wonderful girl's night out, Debbie had passed her "feminine initiation" and was now a full fledged member of our "click". We talked about that night for weeks afterward. The next week was very hectic. I left work early three days that week to finish off my Christmas shopping for things for Debbie. Every gift I got her had some kind of feminine connection, classy clothing (woman's business apparel), expensive satin lingerie (from www.hipsncurves.com ), ultra sheer pantyhose, gold jewelry, fine cosmetics, and lavish beauty products only. Even an elegant silk lined full length black leather coat for winter. Not the slightest hint of a gift that would be meant for a man. In fact, I snapped a picture of her holding up an exquisite peach charmeuse satin peignoir negligee and robe set as she opened it on Christmas morning. Soon the bathroom cabinet and drawers was overflowing with Covergirl cosmetics and facial and skin care products like Olay Definity, Neutrogena Refining Toner and Ponds facial peels as part and Debbie's daily beauty routine. By the end of the month, Debbie's 1000 calorie per day dieting and dance aerobics combined with a tight fitting girdle had her slimed down nicely to a size 12. She had completed the "My Inner Woman" hypnosis series from www.hypnotistdawn.com as well as the "7 Steps of Feminization Hypnosis" from a site called www.adult.hypnoticwishes.com Her transformation was now becoming more noticeable in her gestures and mannerisms. She was becoming independent on make-up application and nail polishing. It was natural now for her to sit to pee and wipe or to use a maxi-pad to help her feel clean. She crossed her legs when she sat and swung them out when she opened a car door. Even walking in heels was becoming more natural for her. By now the medications had made intercourse for her very difficult as she could no longer maintain a hard erection. I would urge her on by telling her how bad I needed it only to secretly relish in her inability to satisfy a woman as a man would. I made it a point to use a dildo on myself and her every night. For New years, we attended Chrissy's wedding wearing tasteful yet sexy cocktail dresses. We were both hit on many times by drunk and horny groomsmen. When she had a few drinks in her, Debbie could now hold a conversation with a flirting guy. Gradually I would cut her loose so that I could flirt with cute guys on my own. You see, Debbie's "medicine" had certain side effects. One of which was the inability to achieve or maintain an erection, that combined with the feminine training that I was putting Debbie through had left me with a powerful craving for intercourse with a real man, a handsome rugged studly man. My next challenge was to find away to occupy Debbie leaving me with time to satisfy my needs as a woman. I decided that I needed to step up the process of Debbie's transformation. Early the next week I called Lisa from my office with an update and made plans for the next step for Debbie. The next morning I went with Debbie for her appointment with Lisa. Again this time, there was no cure in sight and Debbie sobbed with the news. But Lisa did offer that perhaps with Laser Hair removal and electrolysis of her facial, genital, chest, arms, and back hair and increased doses of medications (in the form of twice weekly injections) that she could possibly begin to wear some cotton and polyester type fabrics within a few months. Before finishing the exam Lisa also handed Debbie a pamphlet on Breast implants: "They would really help you to feel more authentic and to accept living as a woman, plus they are totally removable should you ever recover from your current condition." Lisa encouraged her in a sympathetic almost motherly bedside manner. Before leaving Lisa called her friend Phyllis at New Freedom Laser in Portsmouth and made an appointment for Debbie to get started that day. She would be having Thermage a safe, non-invasive radiofrequency cosmetic procedure. I convinced Debbie that it would be just easier for her to explain that she is a lady with an over active thyroid rather than a lengthy explanation of her rare medical condition. The staff was pleasant and accepting of her. The procedures took about an hour. Soon she was coming 3 times per week for 2-hour treatments. By mid January Debbie's natural hair had grown to the point where she could get hair extensions and hair fusion. I convinced her that it would be easier than styling her wigs all the time. One day, I made an appointment with a beautician at a transgendered friendly salon in New Hampshire called Lynn's Hair Renewal for her extensions. I made sure that her hair was dyed a more permanent strawberry brunette with cute curls that covered here shoulder blades completely. The cost was well over a $2000 but it was worth every penny. Combined with a face peel and professional cosmetics application - Debbie looked fabulous. Her acrylic nails were done professionally with french tips. Lastly, a pair of colored irises to give her baby blue eyes really helped to make her more convincing than ever. I gave a $200 tip to each of the ladies who worked on her to ensure that my expectations were met and Debbie looked superb. Later that day I brought Debbie by the office for a tour. Some of the office girls remembered her from Chrissy's bachelorette party. I made sure to parade her by Todd's desk. Todd Roberts was a cute guy who everybody knew had occasional flings with feminine gay guys though Todd himself was mostly straight and masculine. The office grapevine said that Todd had tried to hit on some of the office girls that liked him but they were hesitant to date him because of his bisexuality. I made a point to introduce Debbie to Todd as my "cousin Debbie". Each Friday I would have Debbie meet me at the office for lunch and was sure to parade her by Todd's desk on the way out. During the next few weeks, I clamped down on Debbie's calorie intake with strict diet expectations. She was now required to wear a tight corset for most of the day. To help with her weight loss and body toning I filled her schedule with a full plate of yoga, aerobics, palates, and hours on the exercise bike between her hair removal appointments. One evening we went out for brick oven pizza at Ricetta's and I only allowed her one slice. You should have seen the tears in her eyes, it was classic ! Her curves were becoming more apparent as her hips took shape while her waistline dwindled. I also increased the intensity of her feminization hypnosis at night. The latest session was in feminine sexual communication and focused on attraction to men and sexual performance as a woman. Although my life had become busy with my new job and ever increasing added responsibilities I never let up on my campaign to fully feminize Debbie. I made her cancel subscriptions to hunting and sports magazines and instead ordering glamour and fashion magazines as well as romance novels in Debbie's name, I told her that it would look funny for a man to be receiving them. I forbid her to watch any sports on television by dropping our cable package, instead I called her frequently for updates on my favorite soaps. Not only was I changing her looks and personality, but also all the possessions Doug held dear. For one, I persuaded her to trade Doug's big Ford F350 Diesel pick-up in for a smaller Chrysler Sebring coupe. Doug's Artic Cat snow machine was sold to pay for the electrolysis and laser treatments. Her hunting and fishing gear traded for designer handbags and shoes. Soon most of Doug's dear possessions had been replaced by womanly feminine articles. The last Friday in January was my 31st birthday. Debbie and I had a special night at home planned. Arriving home from work she greeted me at the door with a nice warm hug then led me to an elegant candlelight dinner in the dinning room. The table was set with a rose bouquet centerpiece white table linen and 2 tall flutes of sparkling champagne. The silverware was folded into a linen cloth like as the finer restaurants. Debbie first served me a nice tossed salad with a basket of warm Italian bread. The main course was a scrumptious plate of garlic chicken linguini. For desert Debbie brought a slice of my favorite raspberry cheese cake. Next Debbie cleared the table of dishes and brought back several small gift wrapped boxes. Debbie had bought several lovely pieces of jewelry, and gift bag of cosmetics and hair care products, and a basket of my favorite peach scented bath and body products. This was a welcome change from the previous year when for my 30th Doug went well out of his way and gave me a new Hoover vacuum cleaner and a bucket of KFC chicken. How romantic! The Jerk! I told Debbie that there was one more gift and asked her to get it from the car. She returned with a bulky box and set it on a chair next to me. I told her to go ahead and open it. She tugged at the box lid and pulled back the packing liner. Her eyes widened as she held up a French Maid uniform. The outfit was made from exquisite bridal satin in black and white with a crisp ruffled petticoat and satin garters. There was also a pair white stiletto heels, seamed black stockings with black lace tops, a black satin under wire bra and panty set, black spandex corset, white lace open fingered gloves, a matching pearl choker, and matching clip-in hair bow. "Tonight you will serve me as my little bitch" I snapped playfully. "This is my present to myself, a servant for the night" I announced. "Now go get dressed... and put some hot pink lipstick on those pretty lips of yours" I ordered. A few weeks earlier I had found a seamstress at a site called www.unikarendesigns.com to make a hand sewn French maids outfit to my specifications. I had seen similar outfits at www.thefrenchmaids.net and sent a few pictures along with Debbie's measurements. She looked absolutely delicious in her outfit and I was sure to take dozens of photos of her posing and prancing. I settled in my recliner to read a trashy romance novel and sip on wine and champagne while Debbie rubbed my feet, served drinks, then cleaned house while dusting with a feather duster. "How perfect" I thought as the toasty fire crackled in the stone fireplace covering the darkened room in a nice warm glow as my sissy maid knelt before me awaiting my commands. Later, I was escorted to the master bathroom by Debbie where a luxurious bubble bath lit by scented candles awaited me by our large tub. She had also put on soft piano and guitar music for ambiance. While I relaxed, Debbie laid out my favorite night robe and my slippers for me to change into. Later, Debbie helped to dry me off and rub me down with moisturizer. As I entered the bedroom I noticed that the sheets had been turned down and there were fresh roses in a vase on the nightstand. I ran my finger across my dresser as if to inspect for dust. Next I teasingly inspected Debbie's outfit, her make-up, and her nail polish. I flicked on the TV and sat back curling my legs to relax on the bed. Soon I was barking orders to Debbie with authority. I made her fluff my pillows and fetch another tall glass of wine. I also informed her that she failed bedroom inspection and that she must dust and polish the furniture again plus re-vacuum the carpet. I sized her up like a piece of meat, intentionally dropping things on the floor to make her bend over and pick them up. The final step was for me to shove a vibrator up her butt and turn it on while she pranced around trying to comply with my stringent orders. Lastly, I stepped up my assertive demeanor by having her sit beside me on the edge of the bed so I could stroke her nylon clad thigh as we kissed. We stood up and I changed the setting on her vibrator then cupped her ass kissing her with a male dominance. Reaching into my nightstand, I grabbed some handcuffs and told her to get ready to be "Cuffed and Stuffed". With her wrists securely bound to the bedposts, I propped Debbie up on all fours. Dimming the lights I grabbed my silk panties from that day and proceeded to stuff them in her mouth to silence her. I was really getting hot and horny as I reached into my special toy drawer then pulled on and fastened an 8-inch strap-on dildo. I removed the panties from her mouth and popped in the tip of the rubber cock. Grabbing the back of her head I urged her to take more and more of the shaft in her mouth. "Like it bitch" I commanded Soon she was slobbering over it like a two-dollar crack whore. "Now beg for it like the slut that you are... Beg for me to fuck you good so that I can break your resistance to my authority" I instructed. "Pleease Christie" "Mistress" I corrected her. "Pleease Mistress, fuck me good, Pleease!" she wined. Now I was getting a rush of high having this official transfer of power and Debbie's full submission to my assertiveness. I coated the shaft with some lube then removed her vibrator only to replace it with the tip of the dildo. I grabbed her hips and slipped it into her doggy style. Debbie began to moan and whimper as I began to ride her with a slow but steady rhythm. "Let me hear how much you love it you little slut" I hissed. Debbie moaned deeper then whimpered softly as I picked up the pace slapping my hips to her ass as the dildo plunged ever deeper into her ass. She tugged at her restraints to no avail then buried her face into the satin pillows. I reached down to rub her semi-hard cock through her panties and maxi-pad as I whispered into her ear while nibbled on her earlobe. I absolutely delighted the sensation and satisfaction of taking full advantage of Debbie and having her submit to me (especially after the years of bending to Doug's self-centered wants and needs). "Does your little sissy clit like that, bitch?" I teased seductively. "I think you are getting wetter than me" I teased again. The sensation of the dildo almost being an extension of me as it rubbed against my clit while I nailed Debbie's ass was sending me to the moon. Intense waves of ecstasy flooded me as multiple orgasms ebbed and flowed through me. Debbie's feminine moans had sent me into a level of sexual pleasure that I had never experienced. I quivered in spasms while still pounding Debbie's smooth ass in a heated rhythm of raw animal sex. "Uhhh... Uhhh ... Uhhh!" Debbie's womanly moans filled the room. My crotch was totally soaked in my own juices. I collapsed onto Debbie's back sending her to her stomach with the dildo still planted deep inside of her. As the mind numbing waves of pleasure subsided I managed to release Debbie's wrists and pull out of her. Finished, I put my toy back in its place and went to freshen up. I suggest to Debbie that she not sleep in the maid's outfit but a negligee instead. That night I held Debbie in my arms and cupped her "breasts" in the role of a masculine top. She had submitted me and I had broken her spirit to resist my dominance. Much like a horse trainer would break in a stallion. It was now abundantly clear to both of us that I wore the pants in this house. Debbie had now submitted to the inevitable - her inferior role now as my obedient subordinate. I cradled her in my arms to reassure her that her submission to me was for the best. From that night on, she looked up to me with adoring puppy dog eyes awaiting my next request. Early the next morning, as Debbie awoke I instructed her to shower and change back into her new uniform, there was work to be done (while I supervised - LOL). "Yes, revenge is sweet," I thought to myself. Girls, if you ever want to indulge yourself with a complete pampering, get yourself a sissy maid to do the house work, serve to food and drinks, and rub your feet - Absolute heaven!!! By early February it was time to spring part 2 of my plan into action. One day I called Todd into my office and closed the door. I asked him what he thought of my "cousin" Debbie. Todd indicated that he thought that she was a fox. I quizzed him in depth about his sexuality and made it a point to demonstrate my executive authority over him thumbing through his personal file as we talked. Nervously he answered my questions: "Yes ma'me... No ma'me..." Todd winced "Well here's the deal Todd" I told him. "You see - my cousin Debbie really has the hots for you also... but the fact is that she was really born a boy. Debbie is in transition to become a woman full time. She has always been very feminine since childhood so this is natural for her to make the outside fell like what's on the inside... I hope that you can understand." Todd privately admitted to being open-minded and that he was actually very attracted to Debbie. With his honest opinions out between us I let down my defensiveness and become more friendly and personable with him. We talked for over an hour. I suggested that he get to know Debbie over a cup of coffee. Later that day, I called a business contact that I had known for several months. He was a cute guy named Greg, who had asked me out on numerous occasions. He was handsome, charming, a shameless flirt, and had a hot athletic build. I asked him to join my sister, her new friend, and I for coffee at the Dock Square Coffee House in Kennebunkport on that Friday evening after work. He quickly agreed and I told him that I looked forward to meeting up with him. Friday afternoon Debbie met me at the office dressed for our usual Friday evening dinner at a restaurant. I told her that instead of dinner that we would be meeting some friends for coffee on our way home. On the drive down I explained to her that we had been invited for a simple coffee date and that it would be good for us to get out and socialize. I was upfront with her about the discussion I had with Todd and insisted that she enjoy his company. I reassured her that I had made Todd promise me that he would be a gentleman treat her like he would any other woman and he promised to do his best to make her feel just that - like a beautiful woman. Next I cautioned her also that she must do her part and be warm and friendly, she must be receptive and laugh even when he wasn't funny, and should be complementary and interested in what Todd had to say. Lastly I firmly warned her that if she was the slightest bit cold or rude to Todd that she would be walking home - no excuses. Before meeting the guys, we pulled in at the Kennebunk service area to freshen our make-up in the women's room. Todd also knew Greg from casual business with our office. The two were chatting as we approached. Both of their heads turned to check us out as we approached. The guys were very complementing and sweet. We broke the ice with some introductions then tore right into some light hearted office gossip and then some mutual business. Before long the conversation moved to Debbie and me. I made up a plausible cover story to explain our past and how we came to live together at our house in Scarborough, Maine (growing up as cousins was why we had the same last names). Todd had been informed in our earlier meeting about Debbie's cover story. Before long, Greg had invited us all out for a late dinner and drinks in Manchester at a romantic Italian restaurant named Fratello's. Greg insisted that we all ride together in his car. He and I sat in the front (I scooted close to him) with Todd and Debbie in the back. On the ride down, I turned to Debbie giving her a quick silent scolding glance for sitting away from Todd. She got the hint and became more talkative and moved closer to Todd. From the corner of my eye, I could tell he had his hand on her thigh and was gently rubbing it as they talked. Debbie moved closer to more comfortable position resting against him. My attention turned back to Greg as I rubbed his thick pole through his dress pants and pressed my bosom into his muscular arm. The restaurant was intimate, cozy, and romantic. Soft candlelight and light music made for a beautiful atmosphere. As the guys waited for our drinks, Debbie and I headed for the ladies room to freshen up. I could tell that she was a little uneasy about me being with Greg and tried to put her at ease saying that I was just keeping up appearances for my clients as a single high powered career woman who just happened to share a house with her cousin. She tried to protest but I quickly changed the subject to Todd asking her if she thought that he was a cutie and a nice guy. After a little advice and pep talk we joined the men for a round of drinks. Debbie and I ate a small portion and had more drinks while the guys feasted, each with a large meal.