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He To She
Part 2
by Lauren Westley
(Authoress Note: All disclaimers regarding characters, age
appropriateness etc are in effect. I really advise anyone under 21 not
to read my stories. It takes a certain degree of maturity to enjoy my
writings without recriminations. Don't write a review if you don't like
the theme of the story. That's just childish. But criticism is always
good and helps me.)
Below is Part 2. The first couple of paragraphs are repeated in Part 1
SHE - Her story
Well Hi, I'm Billie. Chopper wanted me to write this part. I won't bore
you with all the details of the past weeks. Yes I'm aware now of how
Chopper coaxed Billie out of Billy but at the same time I know she was
in me all the time. And the further I go the more I want. I don't know
what my limitations are anymore. The veil of society has been lifted and
I see an ocean of desire in me.
From the first moment I saw Chopper in the bar I twitched inside and
felt his testosterone as a powerful drug to my psyche. I didn't know
where I was going but I did feel subliminal feelings especially the time
I was in the bathroom and he came in. Just having Chopper stand next to
me while seeing his pee rod in comparison to mine was breathtaking.
Of course I had seen other men at urinals with their dicks out all were
bigger then my stub. All of them to pee like racehorses, which often
made me a bit embarrassed. It was just for some reason Chopper exuded
more male producing intoxication in me.
All the thoughts I had had over my life and been only thoughts except
for stealing a pair of panties and wearing them when I was sixteen and
another pair I had bought over the internet after I had moved into my
apartment. Oh and I had, well I still have, a fuchsia wispy dress I
bought at the same time. I only tried it on once and I guess you could
say I lied to Chopper about only having worn panties. But it was quite a
moment back then at the beginning of my transformation.
It's such a vivid moment when Chopper asked me about my 'secret place.'
I had never shared those desires but within less then a half hour I had
agreed to not only share them but also to live them at Chopper's home.
That was nearly two months ago. I remember later in the week when
Chopper met me at my apartment entrance greeting me with, "Billie you
look so pretty today."
What's amazing is I heard Billie and not Billy. No one had called me
pretty before. Fag, yes but not pretty.
Chopper then said, "Don't worry no one is listening. My promise not to
expose you or have you do anything you don't want to is a promise I'll
keep. But Billie I will always treat you like a girl when we are alone."
Walking with him was like having a powerful force field surrounding you.
Exotic as a Gauguin painting must have been when it was first shown.
Weeks later I figured out Chopper had meant even outside his home when
appropriate. It was as if he moved me on his own personal chessboard.
Pawn, Queen, it would change depending on the circumstances. Slowly I
gave up more and more control of my life to him. But you should know I
gave it up. It wasn't seized from me.
Anyhow, back to the first day at Chopper's. I thought he was going to
get me either a maid's outfit or a schoolgirl outfit. But he did
neither. Instead when we went into his home he told me to go to the
bedroom and change. Also, from then on, that was to be the first thing I
did each time I went to his house. I was to always be a girl as quickly
as possible.
I went to the bedroom and there on the bed was a black trapeze dress.
The reason I knew it was called a trapeze dress was the receipt had a
description.
"Black Trapeze featuring thick tank straps, high U neckline."
Chopper had come into the bedroom with me explaining he didn't want to
limit me so he said he had bought an accessory item but I should take
off my clothes and change first. He handed me a pair of cotton panties
saying, "it's too soon for satin Billie."
I removed all my clothes, turning away from him, slid the panties on and
then put the dress on over my head. Just the turning away move was so
different for me. I was being modest. How funny. It was more then when I
held the towel in front of me. Back then I was still mostly boy but now
I'm turning girl. Not a loud demanding female but more a demur
submissive girl. I am coming to understand who I am.
"Billie, as you can see this dress buttons up from behind. It's a good
way for you to reach into your secret place since it's much more
feminine. Come here and I'll button you up.
Now you want to know feminine? Just Chopper's mass standing behind me
buttoning up the dress was as if someone had drained all my testosterone
and replaced it with an estrogen transfusion.
After he finished Chopper went and sat in his chair and called me to
come over when I was ready. I walked out to the living room and there he
was sitting or shall I say lounging in his "I am the MAN of the HOUSE"
chair. Chopper motioned me over with an index finger wave.
Command/Submit. When I was in front of him he handed me a small white
gift-wrapped box with a magenta bow and told me it was present. I opened
it and inside was a tiny frilly white apron with the word Billie in pink
script written on the lower front.
"See, it's almost a maid's outfit but so much more versatile," Chopper
chuckled as he buttoned me up. I was so nervous. He had me turn around
fastening the little apron with a bow in the back.
"Remember Billie everything we do is of your own volition," he said.
As you know Chopper towers over me and is bald with a goatee. Even the
name Chopper translated to me as 'testosterone man.'
"Go look in the mirror," Chopper said.
The funny part was I felt his tone was authoritative but I also thought
he seemed to be to asking. I would learn later he didn't ask. It was my
imagination giving me permission to take this journey to my hidden
secrets. If I can explain it, his demeanor, tone and words seemed to
coax a response from me of submissive assent.
When I went to the mirror and looked I saw how gurly I appeared except
for the various soft patches of hair under my arms, on my legs and
elsewhere. I also noticed my hairdo was definitely not girly.
That first time I spent hours cleaning his kitchen and bringing him a
few beers as he sat in his Lazy Boy chair watching a ball game. Being a
maid to a man seemed so wrong in what social mores had imprinted on my
reality but doing it also felt good. I was unsure of which to listen
too. Now I had entered my 'secret place' and reality there was a joy.
Outside of his saying, "you said a maid so why don't you just enjoy
being one today," he gave me no instructions. I enjoyed the whole time
almost as if I had been given a 'special ego time release pill.'
As I walked around the house barefoot the dress moved sensuously against
my thighs. It swished and made me want to move like a pendulum. I had no
idea if I was walking as girl or a clown.
Chopper didn't say a word but I did feel a femininity that I wanted and
didn't wish to ever hide again. So sensuous was the cloth against my
skin I even felt a tiny erection and hoped he couldn't see it. This was
a moment having a small penis was a good thing.
At the end of the first session Chopper asked me if I wanted him to
proceed feminizing me.
Blushingly and without much hestiation I answered, "Yes."
By the end of the third session (remember we were meeting three times a
week) I actually asked him if it would be ok if I shaved the hair off my
body since it felt funny against the dress. Here I was asking permission
because with it I could do it. Submission is a funny mental state. You
see before I asked permission several thoughts had raced through my mind
during the proceeding twenty-four hours. Should I do it? What if he
said, "no?" By asking was I directing the role-play? The answer to that
was quite simply. It takes two to tango. Chopper may have gotten me to
walk on this path but it was my legs walking. I didn't control the
scenery just the destination. Or so I thought at that time.
He smiled, which crinkled up his scar, saying, "Billie this is about you
so if you want to Nike it. Paint your nails. Get a mani/pedi. Buy
makeup. Here you are free. Your secret room should be a wonderful place.
There are no goblins. Just dresses and enjoyment.
Each session had me falling further into Billie. It seemed as if Chopper
knew how to unlock the next-door and then the door after that until he
would get to my soul. A soul even I didn't know the everything about.
When I showed up with all my hair removed except on my forearms he
handed me a pair of satin panties.
The next time I got a mani/pedi, I even had my toenails painted red
since I figured no one would ever see them; he gave me a pair of heels
and stockings. They were just three inches open toe black patent leather
but still a thrill for Billie. Now I had my little red nails poking out
of the straps holding my feet into the shoes. As difficult as walking in
them were at first each step felt as if I was moving quicker to my
unknown destination.
The second week changes seemed progress more quickly. I was so enjoying
myself and Chopper would reinforce this in many ways. When I wasn't
cleaning up his home or making him something to eat he would have me
study on the computer. I learned how to apply makeup and finally came up
with a good look Chopper approved of. He said someday perhaps a stylist
could teach me more. Ha, a University of Phoenix for the gender bender.
Chopper had never made an advance on me. He kept his word but at the
same time he often wandered around in his underwear. I couldn't help but
notice his package and I think he caught me staring a couple of times
but he never said a word.
What's odd is prior to the moment of truly noticing his 'package,' I
hadn't even thought about someone else may be waiting in the dark
recesses of my 'secret.' It happened one afternoon when I was wearing a
schoolgirl outfit he had bought for me. Oh, I guess I didn't tell you
how Chopper slowly filled a small wardrobe for me. It wasn't much. I had
the evening dress with apron, a sapphire blue short puffy dress with
white trim on the short sleeves and sewn in matching faux petticoat. But
I think it was the schoolgirl outfit when I realized I was so girl I
should probably think about it.
That outfit was comprised of a short plaid skirt, very typical
schoolgirl, but a bit shorter then probably permissible since it was
about six inches above my knees. A plain white shirt, blue blazer, black
leggings, flats and a school tie rounded out the outfit.
Oh and another reason was a Russian porno flick I saw with a schoolgirl
wearing a similar outfit. She had to go pee and the girls room was
occupied so she went in the men's room to use the separate wash closet.
While she was peeing an older man enters. She can't see him but she
hears him. She finishes her business and curiosity has her open the wash
closet door a peek. He's pissing in the urinal. She's looking at his
cock. There was more to the flick but it was that particular scene that
came to my mind when I was walking past the mirror and saw myself.
I surprised myself since I began to wonder, while looking in the mirror,
what sucking a cock, not an imaginary one, a COCK, Chopper's cock, would
be like and as this gate opened I wanted to be even more feminine.
Additionally I had never really looked at a cock other then in porn
flicks and my own.
The next forty hours I thought about nothing else. I had gone from a
effeminate boy thinking of dressing up to a young effeminate man
thinking about cock. I still didn't think I was gay instead I simply
thought I had the wrong gender. So the next time I was at Chopper's I
wanted to know.
"Do I walk like a woman," I asked Chopper?
He told me although I had certainly been trying I hadn't arrived at that
point yet but he knew a way to help me learn if I really wanted to. He
commented how I swayed but there was more to the move then just that for
a girl like me. He told me there was something, which could help, and
we'd discuss it the next time we were together.
Soon after this conversation, when I came over on a Saturday (every
Wednesday, Friday and Saturday) and after I had cleaned up and had his
laundry in the washer I walked into the living room with a beer for him.
He was sitting in his lounger with just his briefs and a t-shirt. In his
lap was the remote and another small white box with a black ribbon this
time.
Did I tell you he had tattoos on both his arms? On one was a half turned
eagle. He said he got that one in the military. The other had a symbol
that he said one day he'd tell me.
I had not seen him naked but the little I did see made me think he is
quite hairy. Or at lease I thought so. And now that I was hairless from
the next down he seemed very hairy mentally.
"If you want to walk like a woman I can teach you but you have to do
something," Chopper said.
"Anything," I replied desperately wanting to go further. It seems once I
let the genie out of the bottle the more I wanted to become Barbara
Eden.
He handed me the box, "Open it," Chopper said with his grey eyes oozing
the safety of our arrangement.
I pulled the bow off, opened the box and my brown-yellow eyes were
startled at the content. I just stared. I think my mouth may have even
been open.
Chopper didn't say anything. He just smiled one of his enigmatic smiles.
The plug was small and black. I had seen them in magazines. I even
thought about buying one but I never had the courage always afraid
someone would find out and the horrific ridicule.
"Take it back to your apartment and try it out when you're alone,"
Chopper coaxed. "And," he continued, "there is a web site
'wiki.susan.org' where you can learn more about who you are and also who
you aren't
I put the butt plug back in the box knowing my face had flushed and a
tingle below was still hidden.
Chopper had this way of making it seem the choice was mine but he
already knew the outcome. Simply giving me this present seemed as if
Chopper meant I would use it. Knowing the web site meant he had also
thought about my conversation the week before. But then, did he ask me
or tell me, to take it and 'try it out,' when I was 'alone'? Well it
flustered me. And if I was going to use it I needed to think first since
this was moving a fantasy into reality. Its one thing to be all dressed
up. It's quite another to push a butt plug up inside yourself.
HE - His Story
It's been nearly three months now since I decided to bring the Billie in
Billy out and she is a most interesting girl Actually she is the most
interesting of all the boigirls I've had the chance to pull out from
their secret hiding place. What makes Billie so unique is her openness
to shining a light on the dark spots of her secret room and instead of
fear she sees a treasure trove. And like finding a major vein of gold
Billie's hidden secret runs deep. Deeper then she knew, as you will find
out. And surprisingly deeper then I had expected.
One simple example was over a month ago when I gave her the butt plug.
Once the box was opened she knew it belonged in her secret but instead
of hiding it on a high shelf for no one to see the next time she came
over she was wearing it. She walked with me from her apartment to my
house with a perfect girly sway and didn't say a word to me until later.
Besides that she didn't change her gait when we passed a young couple
standing in front of her apartment building. She wasn't blatant but she
wasn't ashamed either.
Billie is amazing. Perhaps the best there could be. Let me try to give
you an explanation. The perfect boigirl will win the race competing
against any girl for a place in the dominant secret man cave. And here
are the reasons. She knows how a guy thinks. She doesn't have excuses to
do dumb shit. She enjoys and explorers without recriminations. She's not
going to get pregnant no matter how many times you fuck her. And when
she's as beautiful as Billie and as thrilling to watch throbbing with
submissive desire it's a wonder. Boys like Billie once unleashed or
should I say properly leashed bring out a unique style of dominance. I
don't expect most to understand from my perspective or man of my other
dominant friends I have. But we've talked about it the role of a
dominant and all agree there's 'Something about Mary when she wasn't
born a Mary.'
She has taken the time to learn fashion; makeup, cooking, pleasing,
listening and now it was time to see what else coursed through her vein.
In some ways the depth of teaching and controlling a Billie is like
training a Geisha .
"Billie come here," I called to her in my strong authoritative yet
unthreatening way.
Even though I can't see her walking from the kitchen I know each step of
hers is graceful, feminine and sensual. She comes and stands in front me
and this is what she looks like now. She has had her hair professionally
shaped and it's long to her shoulders. Her once plain auburn hair is now
highlighted with a bit lighter color at the ends. The cut accents her
oval face and she has plucked, pruned and perfected her eyebrows. Billie
doesn't need much makeup since her skin is almost blemish free and
tanned. She has two beauty marks and no I'm not telling you where.
You'll have to get her naked to find them.
Oh, I didn't tell you. She thought it was her idea but of course she
forgot when I mentioned how sexy girls with tan lines look so she
decided to use a tanning parlor and wore a skimpy bikini so that naked
she'd look like a girl out of sports illustrated swimsuit issue after
the shoot. She is marked as a woman even when she takes off her clothes.
Her tan lines are quite interesting. She must have thought long and hard
about what to wear. The bottom actually diminished her little manliness
and the back made her ass look even more fuckable. The top in the back
was simple a one inch band line running horizontally just below her
shoulder blades. But it's the front where she stepped out. Somehow like
an airbrushed trompe l'oeil the lines curve and shaping her tits and
then an obvious strap line where to hold up the top a string of fabric
had gone up over her neck and around the back.
Standing there I look at her beautiful toes all polished, up her shapely
legs her heels curving in her calves invitingly making the viewer wish
to see more. I guess if I had to say whom does she remind me of it would
be Jennifer Gardiner except with a 'shrinker' tucked away. I know she's
wearing the butt plug since she's worn it every time after I gave it to
her. Not only can I tell from the way she walks but she has proudly
mentioned it several times.
"Billie, do you think about cock?" I ask as I touch her bare leg just
above the kneecap on her inner thigh. And no we haven't had sex because
I'm an artist and I need the canvas not only to be finished but also dry
before I display my work.
"Yes," she murmurs in a voice indistinguishable from any other girl.
Voice lessons have done wonders. She knows where to accent as a woman
ending a sentence up the scale as opposed to men.
My forefinger gently caresses and I sense her forbidden desire even
before she answers my next words, "Tell me what you think about."
Turns out our Billie has had some interesting thoughts because she
releases sentence after sentence of both simple sexual desire and more
decadent dreams.
She wants to see my cock. Actually she wants to suck my cock but a treat
for our girl can only come after I push her a bit further down the
winding road to the Emerald City.
"So Billie, could see yourself being spanked?" I ask.
"Yes but not something violent or harmful," she interjects quickly her
red mouth parting the words as if a Stop sign meant 'enter'. "But I
thought we were discussing my seeing your penis," she says.
She'll get to see my cock. Even smell it. Savor the desire. But she
won't get to suck it yet.
She has learned a few things over these months about me. One of them is
when I ask her something it generally means she's going to find a way to
submit to my question. For example, I mentioned one time if she peed
like a girl. She answered, "No," but since then she has never peed
standing up. From what she's told me even at work she uses a stall now.
If you don't mind a quick aside here to those men who feel dominance is
slapping a girl around is not my idea of fun. I don't train that kind of
girl but I will give you an example of what I enjoy as well as enjoying
grabbing a bit more control with each visit. It's the kind of power a
lion tamer must enjoy.
I have patience. Remember I've trained many girls before and I've been
rewarded handsomely for my efforts in large cash amounts from men who
want to find someone who is even half a Billie. And that Billie is a
virgin ups the value. She may be worth even $100,000. It sounds a bit
cold because I am finding Billie is the best canvas; my finest script.
But like any artist one day you have to consider someone will buy your
painting and perhaps fall more deeply involved then you did creating it.
"Billie it's time. Kneel," I whispered my finger pointing to between my
knees.
She - Her story
Weeks have passed since the first time I knelt in front of Chopper and
he lowered his briefs. I was immensely nervous and the smell
intensified the feelings of anticipation, fear and the crossing one
boundary into another.
Of course his cock is really a cock. Oh it's not some monster you read
about but it thick and manly with veins filled with his blood. He's not
circumcised nor am I. Funny part is mine is so small Chopper said it
looks like a clit when I'm soft.
Chopper sat at the end of the chair his balls dangling and cock hanging
down until I touched it. He told me I should always look. Never close my
eyes. And when a cock is in your mouth look up into the eyes of the man
who is rewarding you.
(OK - this will need another chapter or so and I'm sorry to say I'm not
sure how long it will take to get to this since I've promised to finish
a couple of my other stories. But I want you all to know there will be
an ending to this one. Often I don't like completing them since then the
imagination allows for eternity and thoughts unsaid. But I will finish
this within the next three months. I want to thank everyone for the
wonderful response to part 1 and I hope I've kept you all happy in part
2. I have an exciting ending coming up for this, which hopefully will
satisfy most. Oh and not to worry I'll still be writing XXX stories as
well.)
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