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He To She
Part 3
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 3. The first couple of paragraphs are repeated in Part 2
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 your eyes. And when a cock is in your mouth look up into
the eyes of the man who is rewarding you."
And I didn't close my eyes I looked at his manhood surrounded by a pubic
forest, which made my own hairless genitals feel environmentally
denuded. Magnificent is the word coming to mind to describe Chopper's.
Even the surrounding area, his massive thighs, made me quiver. But what
may surprise you is Chopper didn't let me suck him off that time. Oh no,
he had me kiss his pee rod and lick his balls and look closely as his
erection lifted like a crane over a superstructure.
"Soon but not yet," Chopper stated as he just as quickly stood, pulling
up his jockeys and instructing me to go get dressed in my little black
dress.
"No apron Billie," he said. "And make yourself pretty.
I was so shocked since I thought this was going to be my true crossing
over but as always I obeyed Chopper as if his words were biblical. Doing
my best I applied fresh makeup and the little black evening dress, black
sheer stockings and a beautiful pair of stiletto heels. A spritz of
perfume completed the rest of me. Nails were perfect since I had just
had them done. I had gone with a dark forest green thinking of the
winter ahead. My earrings surrounded by my long hair with fabulous
highlights. When I looked in the mirror the only boy thing I would
notice was my small Adams apple. I wanted it gone.
As mentioned before I no longer cared when I was at work and no one said
anything negative to me in the neighborhood. My job was stocker/cashier
at an artist supply house aptly named Impressionistic. Aptly I say
because not only did it connote artistic endeavors but everyone who
worked there was pretty weird. There was Bob, the manager, with his
titanium nose ring and blue Mohawk plus black fingernail polish. Then we
had Mary who looked like a cross between Lindsay Lohan on a bad crack
high and Molly Ringwald. I don't need to introduce you to the rest of
"The Breakfast Club" do I? And our little group didn't have a cutie like
Emilio Estevez.
Anyhow, my going to work with hair in a ponytail and painted nails only
made me fit in. Except for the time Mary noticed I hadn't gotten all my
lipstick off. She commented on it saying, "You forgot to wipe after you
swallowed." To which I replied, "Fuck off." I mean, please, I think my
exploration in the deep end was probably the shallow end for the others.
Oh well, I've meandered way too much.
Standing in front of the mirror I thought how much my life had changed
and how much I wished I had tits. But then again there are plenty of A
cups in real girl land. Actually I'm thankful I look pretty all dolled
up and wonder what would some boigirl stuck inside a big burly man body
with a brain like mine think about when they get dressed. I was lucky I
had the right body for my hidden secret to glow when exposed.
"Hey Billie are you almost ready," the deep male voice of Chopper's
echoed from the living room. After all my lessons I know my voice though
not soprano definitely can pass.
"Be right there," I answered in my sultry studied voice taking one more
glimpse as I exited the bedroom.
Chopper's eyes said it all. I knew he found me beautiful. Listen I'm not
dumb just different.
That night was a big surprise. Chopper asked me if I'd be willing to go
out for dinner with him. Well, he didn't ask what he said was, "Let's go
out for dinner."
Months of hard work would be tested amongst the throngs but in a way I
was ready. I had thought about passing and so we left his home walking
the opposite way from my apartment. Regardless of the dingy neighborhood
I felt safe when Chopper took my hand as we walked I felt secure. I had
never wandered this way and after two blocks my heels were killing me.
Suddenly we turned the corner and there was a small Italian restaurant
sitting in the middle of a vacant lot.
"Angelo's has been here for decades," Chopper said. "It's not swank but
the food is good and they get a great crowd. I want you to relax and
simply be the beautiful woman you are. A girl like you must be able to
socialize as well as look pretty."
Butterflies swarmed in my stomach as he opened the glass door for me and
we entered into a place right out an old movie set. In its day the
restaurant was probably chic but time had worn away at her lush red
leather banquets and the carpet's past was thankfully obscured by the
low level of light emanating from the old incandescent light fixtures
hanging like sad translucent flowers. Angelo's she was named but she was
a beautiful woman who had aged and needed cosmetic surgery. The oddity
of the thought didn't pass over me.
The maitre'd stand was unattended as if the restaurants' husband had
left to watch the basketball game on the flat screen TV above the bar
but in fact there was no maitre'd so Chopper just ushered us to a booth.
Angelo's was quite busy with nearly all the tables occupied. As we
walked back I could sense the various men I passed looking at my legs.
Instead of feeling flustered I walked even more femininely with my wrist
limp and little pocketbook dangling from the crook of my arm.
I had spent so much time in heels over the past months, even wore them
at home for practice, I knew I would pass the hazy test of men's eyes in
a dark restaurant but still I was nervous. When a man's gaze smiled into
my eyes I returned the smile with a small crook of my painted lips. But
when the women looked at me I was the most nervous. I felt they could
see through my disguise. They saw Billy not Billie. As if Chopper knew
how insecure I felt when the women viewed me he told me none of them
knew but instead they were just jealous of my beauty and grace. Those
simple words brought confidence out and pushed my insecurity into a
place as dark as the corners of Angelo's.
Once seated Chopper explained the feelings I had would never go away
since there was a truth I could never deny. But, he said, "When you
learn to relish the special girl you are you will only feel insecure
with the most catty of women."
"Men will want to get you naked. Touch your body. Revel in your scent.
Most will not care the shape or size of your clit or that you have two
holes not three. Women on the other hand will judge you. Many harshly.
Some will be worse since they will feel both threatened and your obvious
competition for the small amount of men available to them."
When the waiter came to our table Chopper asked me what I wanted to
drink. A parched moment of fear caught in my throat but having trained
so long at female speak my words managed to come out in a throaty voice
reminiscent of Kathleen Turner in "Who Framed Roger Rabbit." I ordered
my White Russian and the waiter said, "A very good choice ma'am."
I relaxed again when he said that and the line from the movie, "I'm not
bad; I'm drawn that way," brought a giggle out of me as I looked into
Chopper's eyes uttering that famous line. It made Chopper guffaw.
"You are a natural Billie," he said as we waited for our cocktails.
I've often thought the word 'cocktail,' came from the sex which
inebriation brought on. "Cock" and "Tail" go together like a "Horse" and
"Carriage."
Here I was out. And I mean "OUT" with all the shouts and capital
letters. If you could picture the cartoon caption above my head the OUT
would have looked a lot like "POW" with connecting triangles of colored
comic book flare.
He - His Story
Billie embraced her feminism with the anguish with the gusto of a
ravenous swan. Over time her confidence grew so strong she not only
enjoyed socializing but with a relish I couldn't even fathom.
Teaching her to become was bringing me great pleasure. My thoughts of
selling her would also imagine me keeping her. But I was training her
for greatness and she was my precocious pupil. She was, "My Fair Lady,"
and I was playing the pornographic part of Rex Harrison.
Now what I'm about to tell you may shock you but Billie had to learn the
unique path of how to please a Dom of the persuasion for a girl like
her. I wanted her to be more then desired. I wanted her to be the woman
men dream about and not the housewife they usually come to accept. Most
men lose their lion long before the winter of their lives. They
acquiesce to the daily life of a mate. A cow they breed with and then go
off to sit in the leather recliner dreaming of someone like Billie. They
watch porn with beautiful women who seem to enjoy being used but are
actually happier earning the cash paid for their acting. How many porn
movies have you seen where the girl is more interested in the camera
lens then the penis in front of them.
So it came to pass the first time Billie sucked a cock. It was just a
week after we had gone to Angelo's. A dinner date Billie would often
talk about. She once confided in me how she had no idea her hidden
secret also contained a Garden of Eden. For Billie going out for
dinner, carefully eating her food off the fork so as to not muss her
lipstick had been one of the delights she had found in this garden. For
her, part of her garden of flowers was 'going out and passing.'
Anyhow, the first time for her was not the first time for me and I was
still applying my brush to the canvass. That night I taught her one of
the delights men found exhilarating and often women found debasing. I
explained, for her, nothing was debasing if she could make a man
exhilarated.
Remember, as her trainer, I was in charge of making her into what she
would become but you can't hypnotize someone into joy but you can gently
lead him or her there. As Dorothy Parker once said when playing a word
game and the word horticulture came up, "You can lead a whore to culture
but you can't make her think." Well I could lead Billie to more then she
thought. But just as importantly I could mold Billie into someone
dominant men like me would crave.
That particular night Billie was wearing her schoolgirl outfit. I had
explained to her how her desires had to be subjugated to the wants of
the man. But knowing what was expected would be fine-tuning and
repetitive practice. So this night she was kneeling again in front of me
slowly pulling my briefs down exposing my semi-erection. I stood in the
kitchen since I thought this would be the best room to start. It was
where she had learned her chores of womanhood and thus the best setting
for domination. Before she touched my cock and balls Billie rubbed her
hands together warming them as instructed. I smiled at her brown with
flecks of gold eyes looking up with innocent approval. Another learned
technique. Cupping my balls in her warm fingers she sniffed, looked and
then again raised her eyes for permission. Once given she licked the
head rolling her tongue ever wet, warm and sensuous. She was in her
element. On her knees as she so desired unknowingly the time we had met
in Jake's bar.
I had taught her well. No guy needs a hand job. They can do those
themselves. They need a docile elegant slut with the knowledge and
desire to please a man. As my cock hardened her tongue searched the
entire shaft as if she was licking an ice cream saving the tip for last.
In time she'd learn how to complete the pleasure but this first time I
took my cock in my own hand to build to my orgasm, her face a canvas
waiting for the warm paint of my cum to flood over it indelibly. Her
first man seed would remain a vibrant memory forever.
Looking down at her I felt the jism in my balls boil up until it reached
the release valve shooting out of my cock. First came the wet pre-lube
and then came the explosion of thick salty gobs of cum streaming over
her face. Some I aimed into her nostrils. Some over the bridge of her
nose. One burst so strong it shot up over her face and into her hair.
As per training she softly sighed and then licked my cockhead clean. She
was the best student a teacher could ever have. And again as we had
discussed she licked my balls and shaft, pulled up my briefs and stood
with my jism covering her face knowing she would not remove it until
given permission.
There are many reasons for having this rule. Obviously one is because it
puts power where it belongs, in the Dom. Another is so instead of
cleaning the shame off themselves they learn to acquire a taste for the
smell, texture, debasement and denigration. But also it serves two other
purposes. The first was as she stood she would find out if the man
wanted to see her orgasm. And tonight I did so I reached under her
little plaid skirt and rubbed her clitty with my open palm while she
stood there dripping, smelling, and feeling my load.
Billie was fabulous. Before long her tiny penie rose to it's full
shrinker and spurt her little load into her panties as she moaned and
cooed as taught. She sighed again.
But the chief reason for the rule of never wiping yourself without
permission is the pleasure your Dom gets from seeing his sub stand or
kneel marked as territory. Watching her there with a little puddle in
her panties covered with man juice sticking to her face reinforced a
power I had come to enjoy long ago.
"Billie, now clean up the house but not yourself and when you are
through come back," I said.
Billie was a good girl she cleaned up the house as my cum dried on his
skin. Sort of like crazy glue man seed. When she returned about an hour
later she was smiling. We talked awhile and she explained her little
orgasm was the best she'd ever had. Turns out she had a second one
without even touching herself as she cleaned. What a girl.
She - Her Story
I know some of you can't understand why I am the way I am. Many would
probably condemn me but I have never hurt anyone. Before Chopper had
shown me my hidden place was not a horrible nightmare but more of a
calling I was ashamed of my thoughts. Now, even when I feel degradation
I feel satisfied. Chopper has never forced me to do anything except
share my thoughts and help me realize them. What's the wrong in that?
And as much as I am a girl I am still physically a boy. Not a man but
not a woman except in my mannerisms.
Time has passed not as a dream but an interesting reality. Chopper seems
to bring a flashlight into my soul and show me a mysterious corner. Once
I see it I know it's mine. Since the first time I sucked Chopper's cock
many other revelations have come about. I've learned how to suck cock,
well at least Chopper's, in such a way I know how and when he's about to
orgasm. That in itself is a power I've become proficient in.
Now I have a wardrobe Chopper has assembled for me. At times he'll call
me to the computer to see something he thinks I should wear and then he
orders it. I'm not sure how Chopper gets his money because I know he's
not rich. Some catty girl would probably try to follow Chopper and see
where he goes but I have no need to do that. I trust him and I know a
man needs his own space. Whatever the space may be it isn't to be judged
nor demand knowledge of. Unlike so many shows I've watched, Chopper has
me watch, Lifetime, Oxygen and the O Network, so I can study womanhood.
However, whatever I am I am not jealous, catty or conniving. Instead
I'm there three days a week for about four hours at a time. Two visits
were cancelled when Chopper got a cold. I asked if he wanted me to come
over and tend to him but he said, "No."
A short time ago after I had learned not only to suck him off and either
let his cum dry on my face or hold it on my tongue until given
permission to swallow, Chopper brought up spanking again. Of course I
had thought about it I told him. Didn't I want him to spank me he said
as if I had no choice, which of course I'm not sure what is my choice
would be versus my desire!
"Yes Chopper," I had answered honestly as I stood there in my new
outfit.
I had actually watched Chopper pick this out on line at Wet Seal for me.
We could buy a whole outfit there for less then $100. It was chiffon
belted tiered dress in a dark smoky blue. I had on bangles and blue
plastic earrings. Did I tell you I had my ears pierced? I just did it
one day and at work I wore fake diamond studs but at Choppers I now had
several pair of pierced earrings. Ha, I was building a jewelry
collection.
"But I don't want to be hurt," I pleaded with my eyes.
Chopper said he'd never hurt me so when he told me to come over and
stand to the side in front of him I did it. I shivered while he lifted
the back of my dress up exposing my painted leopard blue trimmed boy
shorts (oh we had picked out the striped laced bra to match so I had
both bra straps showing with the dress straps. How slutty is that?) He
rubbed my ass gently and then slapped both cheeks hard with his hand.
Just one slap on each yet the sting felt stinging and penetrating and
then he let my skirt slide over my warm bottom.
"Wasn't that the way you imagined it would feel," he asked?
I don't know what I imagined but the sensation was both shameful and
erotic. My clitty hardened a bit as I stood there while Chopper
explained he had seen this in another corner of my hidden secret.
"When you are being spanked Billie should you sob and cry or be stoic or
scream?"
The answer had already been given. I knew from then on what I would be
expected of me if I was spanked. And so the many spankings I've had
since I have found myself lost in sobbing or crying but never silence or
screaming.
Chopper often wouldn't tell me why he was going to spank me. Sometimes
he'd just spank each cheek once but he never spanked them more then ten
times, just enough to elicit a more submissive me. And since I wore the
butt plug nearly always walking was even more accentuated afterwards. I
would ponder what I may have done wrong but Chopper had already told me
the first time I asked he would never explain. Instead it was up to me
to think and try harder to be the good girl he knew I wanted to be.
He - His Story
Now those of you who remember the Billy in the bar would be most
surprised by the Billie she's become. She's a bit of a daredevil for
such a submissive. It had snowed Saturday so we hadn't gotten together.
Billie called me Sunday after the snow melted. (Atlanta can snow one day
and be gone the next especially in mid December). I told her she could
come but I'd have some friends coming to watch Sunday football in about
two hours.
"If you come you'd be expected to serve the guys but no sex."
Hey I wasn't about to ask if she wanted to. She had a simple choice, yes
or no. Guess what she decided?
Billie had certainly grown up. I didn't have to go get her and she came
over wearing an outfit she had bought for herself. I had never seen it
but I did approve. Perfect for a Sunday football game. Can you guess?
Ah, you already did. Right it was a very sexy cheerleading outfit. She
had sure taken the initiative. It was an adult cheerleading outfit. That
doesn't mean it was a piece of trash. No Billie had taste. The only
difference really was the skirt didn't have a built in shorts part so
she had to wear panties and instead of regular sneakers she had found a
white pair with heels. The socks she wore popped out of the top of the
sneaker heels with a lacy white and maroon matching the black, maroon
and white dress she was wearing. She had tied her hair into a long
ponytail and she had definitely worn breast pads under the dress.
I knew she was thinking about tits. All girls worry about that. But we
hadn't come to where breast implants had come up yet. But knowing Billie
she was definitely getting girlier everyday. I wondered where her limit
was. So far none of the girls I had trained had ever become
transsexuals. You may think that's the conclusive step the deeper they
go but you'd be wrong. Many reasons enter into not having the operation.
The fear of an operation. The expense of an operation. Many times simply
they wanted to remain boigirls. Some of the transsexuals I've met have
major depression after the operation. So I'm sure even that enters into
their thoughts.
"Do you like it," Billie cooed as she twirled around her white satin
panties showing but her gender tucked into a hidden place almost as
hidden as her thoughts were just months ago.
For the next ten minutes we discussed what would be expected of her. She
was to smile and be quiet during the game except for when she was
serving. Curtseying and 'yes sir' were to be her replies as well as
thank you. She had been well trained these past months in service for
me. She wanted to know if the guys know her secret. I told her I hadn't
told anyone but in a way that was a lie. Although none of the guys knew
she was going to be there four of six guys who said they'd be over were
also into the same kink as me. Two of them had bought girls from me. So
they may not know but they would definitely figure it out. The other
couple of guys would be interesting to see how well Billie could conceal
her physical gender. I explained to her under no case was she to say
anything about the boy underneath. If she failed she be punished and
rewarded if she succeeded. I didn't elaborate.
Billie tidied up the house as the noon hour approached.
Falcons vs GreenBay.
Billie vs The Men
She - Her Story
Surely you are wondering why I ever said I'd come over. Remember I had
passed a couple of times when Chopper and I went out for dinner. This
would be a test of all I had learned. Also I was interested in how I'd
feel around other men. And since Chopper had promised no sex what was I
to be worried about. Chopper also didn't know I had gathered a bit of a
wardrobe at home but after he saw me in the cheerleading outfit he asked
me if I had other clothes and I answered, "But of course!"
(to be continued - [email protected] )
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