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Thanks for all the wonderful comments on the first two chapters! Here
are the next two chapters. It's time to teach Loren a bit about being
Laura before their dinner party.
The Writer's Secret (Chapters 3-4)
by Ann Michelle
http://annemichellesworld.blogspot.com/
Chapter 3: The Education of Laura
As they settled on the couch, Stephanie slipped her feet out of her
slingbacks and pulled her legs up underneath her. Loren sat
uncomfortably on the other end of the couch with his legs spread wide
apart. Stephanie corrected him and he held his legs together. She was
shaking a vial of nail polish. . . bright red.
"So what happens next in the story?" he asked.
"Candi catches Brandy. Brandy is so emasculated at being caught by his
wife that he immediately falls to pieces and agrees to be her total
slave. He keeps saying, 'I would be ruined if she told everyone.'"
"Makes sense."
Stephanie rolled her eyes and chucked. "Men!"
"What?"
"You act like your dicks are going to fall off if you're seen doing the
slightest feminine thing!"
"It's nothing personally, it's all about reputation."
She folded her arms. "Really?" she said doubtfully.
"Yeah. Personally, it doesn't bother me at all. But if everyone knew
you dressed like a woman, then no one would respect you ever again."
"So all I have to do is tell people and you're ruined, is that it?"
"Yeah."
"Then sister, you better be good to me because I now have the power to
ruin you!" She laughed.
"That only works if people believe you," he countered.
"I have video proof."
"What?!"
"You heard me. I filmed the whole thing, and if that's the way you boys
think, then you better think twice before you upset me next time!"
Loren couldn't tell if she was joking or not, and that worried him. She
could often tell a joke with a very straight face. "Are you serious?"
he asked sheepishly, hoping she would hear the pleading in his voice and
tell him this was a joke.
She smiled at him, but gave no hint whether she was joking or not.
Instead, she tossed him the nail polish and ordered him to begin. This
is when it really hit Loren what he'd done. Joking or not, he'd given
his wife the perfect blackmail material. And while they did have a good
relationship, she was the type to exploit an advantage when it suited
her. He made a mental note to delete the footage before he went to bed.
As he opened the nail polish, Stephanie kept reading the story. She was
becoming fascinated by it. "Interesting. She wants to put him under
her control, but doesn't want people to know. So she makes him wear
panties and stockings under his clothes and she makes him shave his body
and paint his toenails." She looked at Loren and smiled. "We could do
that!"
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, we're having the dinner party on Saturday. You could wear
girly clothes underneath and no one would know except you and me!"
He looked up at his wife's smiling face. "No way!"
She folded her arms. "You just told me you don't have any problems with
this personally, that all you worry about it your reputation. How is
your reputation going to get hurt if only you and I know?"
Loren swallowed hard. "What if someone realizes?"
"Why would someone realize? When we go to Kathleen and Peter's house,
do you check his toenails to make sure they aren't painted?"
"No."
"And he won't do that to you."
"But--"
"No, but. You're being a hypocrite. Either prove to me that you're a
man and do exactly what I say and let me have some fun at this party, or
admit that you're a scared little boy whose masculinity is so tenuous
that you're afraid that wearing a few girly clothes will forever
emasculate you."
"It seems too risky."
"Don't be a sissy, dear."
Loren's face burned. He hate it when his wife challenged his manhood,
though perversely, her challenge this time was to abandon that same
manhood.
"Honey, I could make you do this--"
"How?" he demanded, interrupting her.
"Need I remind you I have a tape of you jerking yourself off in my
clothes?"
"That doesn't mean anything!" he said dismissively.
"Oh, then you won't mind if I show it to Kathleen and Peter?"
"You wouldn't!" he gasped.
"Loren, I'm going to do you a favor because that's the kind of wife I
am. I think you want to do this. I think you're enjoying this too much
to stop and you're getting a real kick out of the idea of pushing the
envelop--"
"What makes you think that?" He folded his arms defiantly.
"Duh!" She waved her hand up and down his body, stopping at the
erection which pushed his dress away from his body. "As I said, you're
enjoying this, we both know that. And I'm getting a kick out of it to.
So I'm going to make you play along at the party because I think you
want to do it, but are afraid to ask."
Loren rubbed his tongue over his teeth and pulled his arms tighter.
Stephanie smiled. "Come on, dear. It'll be fun. Think of how great it
will be for us to share this secret that no one else knows anything
about. Think of how exciting it will be to do this right under their
noses! Think of how hard that will make you? I'll even give you a
reward after our guests leave."
Loren didn't know what to say. Deep down, he secretly thrilled to the
idea. He envisioned Stephanie rubbing his penis under the table with
her foot as he wore bright red toenail polish and panties, and no one
around him having a clue. That excited him. But what if they caught
him? The odds were low, but it could happen. That could ruin him.
Also, he was starting to regret this whole affair as he feared Stephanie
would not stop with just the dinner party. He knew her enough to know
that she would keep pushing this well past the point he wanted to take
it, and as long as she had that videotape, she could keep pushing him.
So until he could destroy that videotape, he had no choice, right?
Plus, he told himself, it might be fun. And what harm could there be in
having a little fun playing along with her dinner party joke. Loren
agreed.
"This is going to be so much fun!" Stephanie squealed.
Chapter 4: Walk Before You Mince
Loren emerged from the shower. He was hairless except for the hair on
his head. He felt strange. His legs and arms looked smaller somehow.
His chest looked flabbier. His penis looked. . . less significant. He
almost couldn't bring himself to return to the bedroom, where Stephanie
awaited him, especially with his continuing erection. There was just no
denying that it turned him on to let Stephanie feminize him. He wrapped
himself in the towel and stepped out of the bathroom.
Stephanie whistled.
He looked away from her. "Do you mind, this is hard enough already."
She rubbed his penis through the towel. "Very hard."
He pushed her hand away.
"Ok, scaredy," she said and made an exaggerated frown. She pointed to
her vanity table. "Sit, girl."
He glared at her. "Can you please stop doing that?"
"Doing what?"
"Treating me like I'm a girl."
"But you are a girl, honey. Or at least, you are until the party, that
was our agreement, and that means I get to treat you like a girl and you
can't get upset by it."
That was their agreement. He would learn everything there was about
being a girl for the next few days, then he would let her dress him up
secretly as a girl beneath his male clothes for the party. She could
have whatever fun she wanted, so long as it didn't lead to exposure, and
he would do whatever she demanded. Indeed, he agreed to place himself
entirely under her control. He agreed to that partly because Stephanie
demanded total control, under threat of releasing the video, but it also
made it easier on his ego to tell himself that none of this was his
choice. Plus, if truth be told, he liked the idea of her teasing him
for the next few days. Indeed, it turned him on something fierce to
have her treat him like a girl. Every time she called him "girl" or
"girlfriend" or "Laura," his penis throbbed and nearly exploded.
Loren grumbled under his breath, but "reluctantly" nodded his assent to
being treated like a girl.
Stephanie tossed him a fresh pair of pink cotton panties with a delicate
lace bow on the waistband. She sat on the bed and slowly shook her leg.
Loren stretched the panties with his hands. His frowned and started
toward the bathroom.
"And where do you think you're going, girlfriend?!"
"To put these on."
"Uh, no. You change right here in front of me like a good girl."
Loren swallowed hard. He didn't want his wife seeing his shrunken
penis, even if it was so hard right now that it could crush stone. But,
he told himself, he had no choice, so he took a deep breath and dropped
his towel.
Stephanie whistled again. "Look at that, hard as a rock! Somebody
likes being a girl, don't they!" Suddenly she cocked an eyebrow, walked
over to Loren and bent partially over to look at his penis. "Huh, it
looks smaller without hair."
Loren rolled his eyes. "Gee, thanks, honey."
She giggled. "I'm sorry, Loren, but it's true. It's kinda tiny without
hair."
"Stephanie!"
She shook her head and laughed. "Men! Fine, it's the biggest thing
I've ever seen. Now put on the panties and sit down."
He did as instructed.
Stephanie picked up tweezers from the vanity and began cleaning up his
eyebrows. He initially complained about the pain, but she put a stop to
that: "Girls go through this all the time, so stop complaining." Then
she grabbed red nail polish and set to work on his nails. "You'll love
doing your nails once you learn how, it's really relaxing." When she
finished, she taught him how to hold his hands so his nails would dry.
In the meantime, she set about applying makeup to his face again. She
explained each item as she went along.
"Do I really need to know this?" Loren asked.
"Yes. You need to learn to do this yourself so you can do touchups
throughout the day."
Loren shivered at the thought of applying makeup himself.
By the time Stephanie finished applying his makeup, his nails had dried.
It was time to get dressed. To that end, Stephanie gave Loren the same
floral housedress he had worn earlier and a pair of red high-heeled
sandals. His feet were slightly larger than hers, but not by much so
they could share shoes for now, though they would be uncomfortable.
"Hey, I can't wear these! Look at the heels on these things, I'll break
my neck!"
"Don't be such a crybaby. These aren't even that high - they're not
quite three inches. I wear higher than that all the time."
"That might not be high for you--"
"You'll get used to them. You just need practice."
"If you say so," he said skeptically.
She ignored him. "When you get comfortable with these, then we'll get
you some higher heels."
"Higher?!"
"These days, a girl has to wear four-inch heels if she wants to look
good around the office," she said as she rolled up the pantyhose in her
hands.
"Why do I need to wear heels at all?"
"Heels are a girl's best friend. They make you taller and thinner.
They bring out the feminine curves in your legs and your butt and they
give you sexy posture."
"I don't want sexy posture."
She ignored him and showed him again how to put on the pantyhose. "When
you slide on hose, roll up each leg like I just did. Then hold them out
and stick your foot into the roll like this." She demonstrated with her
own leg, having kicked off her shoe.
"I remember."
"Good, then get with it."
Loren pulled the hose up over his panties to his waist. They were tight
and they pinned his penis tightly against his body, an uncomfortable
feeling. He felt pre-cum dripping out its top.
"Now sit down and we'll strap you into the heels." She gave his penis a
little squeeze through the pantyhose as she said this, causing him to
moan.
--0--
A few moments later, they were in their living room. Loren wore the
housedress, the three-inch red high-heeled sandals, and lots of makeup.
Stephanie had changed into a plum-colored sheath dress and a pair of
silver three-inch high-heeled sandals so she could demonstrate the art
of walking in heels to her husband.
"Here we have an obstacle course," she said waving her hand around the
room. "To the right, we have twenty or so feet of carpet. That's where
we'll start teaching you to walk."
"I know how to walk," he said.
"Not in heels you don't, unless there's something you never told me?"
She winked at him.
"You already showed me," he replied dryly.
"That was just the intro. And you weren't very good at it," she said,
playing on his competitive nature. "This is the real deal. When you
get comfortable on the carpet, then we'll move to the hardwood floors in
the hallways. That's a very different experience in heels because the
wood is much slicker. When you've mastered that, then we'll move to our
third obstacle: the stairs. Stairs are a different world entirely.
Think you're up to it?"
Loren smirked at his wife. "This'll be a breeze," he said confidently.
Stephanie raised an eyebrow. "You think so?"
"Yeah, no problem."
"Ok, girly. Then we can make a bet."
"What bet?"
"Since it's SO easy, you should be able to master the entire course
within twenty minutes."
He folded his arms, almost losing his balance in the process. "What
terms?"
"You need your own shoes because mine are just a little too small. If
you succeed, then I'll buy you some low-heeled shoes and flats tomorrow
and you can wear those. But if you fail, then you let me pick whatever
shoes I want for you and you'll wear them without complaint."
"Twenty minutes?"
"Twenty minutes."
Loren thought about this for a second. Twenty minutes wasn't a lot of
time. But then, he was only learning to walk in heels, how hard could
it be? And winning would be a good thing because his limited experience
in heels was already proving to be uncomfortable, so getting out of them
would be a big help. "Deal."
"Great," she said with a sly smile. "I'll just sit down over here on
the couch, while you show me how easy it is. Strut for me, girly."
Loren took his first step. It was less than graceful. Then he took his
second, his third, and then his fourth. On his fourth, his ankle
twisted and he nearly fell. A couple more awkward steps and he made it
across the room.
She shook her head slowly. "You know how in films they always dress up
some muscle man as a woman and he stumbles all over the place in this
big exaggerated way to make the audience laugh? That was you, chicky."
Loren gritted his teeth and stormed across the room. "There!"
"Not bad. . . for a soldier marching in drag."
Loren folded his arms and glared at his wife. "Are you going to help me
or just sit there complaining?"
Stephanie stood up and gracefully walked over to Loren. "See that? Do
what I did: stomach in, chest out, chin up, keep your feet together
like you're on a tightrope. And remember, small steps."
"How small?"
"Think about making an itsy bitsy small step and then make it smaller."
She pushed his stomach in again and his shoulders out. "Maintain your
posture. When you step, you can't march. Don't take these big rolling
steps. Point your toe, but bring your heel down first then your toes
follow quickly and smoothly. And make sure your foot is firmly planted
before you lift your other foot."
Loren took a deep breath. "I can do this."
"Give it a shot." She kissed his cheek.
His first step was graceful. So was his second. His next two weren't,
though they were better than before.
"Do what you did with the first step, just do it in slow motion."
He did.
"Good! Now swing your arms as you walk, like this." She demonstrated
how he should move his arms. "Also, roll with your hips, but keep your
legs straight, close and parallel."
He added that too.
"Good, now keep your arms moving with your body and walk a little
faster."
He did, and like that, he learned to walk in a straight line little by
little. And as he learned the technique, his pace picked up. Soon he
was walking quite well. He would need practice at letting his natural
balance take over before he walked in a truly feminine gate, but he
showed promise.
Stephanie stopped him. "Ok, now we need to work on turning corners and
turning around. Bring your feet together like this," she said,
demonstrated with her own feet. "Stand on the balls of your feet and
pivot."
Loren mimicked her.
"Excellent! Now walk to the end of the room, pivot, and come back to
me." He did as instructed several times. He needed practice in this
too, but he was getting there. "Let's move to the hallway."
The moment Loren set foot in the hallway, he felt a sudden shiver
through his spine. His heel. . . yes, his high heel echoed off the
hardwood floor. His penis began throbbing. He decided not to mention
this.
Stephanie walked ahead of him in the hallway showing him how to walk.
"The key with slick floors like hardwood or tile or marble is to use the
balls of your feet. Don't bring your heel down first, bring your sole
down first. Essentially, you'll tiptoe across slick surfaces. Give it
a try."
Loren took several steps. They weren't pretty. He walked like he was
lampooning a ballerina and the whole effect was very sissy-like.
Stephanie folded her arms and tapped her foot against the floor.
"You look like a sissy. Don't leave your heels up in the air, bring
those down. Just keep the weight on the front of your feet."
"This is harder than it looks."
Stephanie let out a laugh and rolled her eyes. "I thought this was
going to be SO easy?!"
"I'll get there, it's just harder than it looks," he said with some
annoyance.
"Keep trying," she told him.
After several minutes of practice, he showed significant improvement.
Stephanie was at least sure he wouldn't fall and hurt himself. Grace
would come with practice and she intended to make sure he had plenty of
practice. Finally, it was time to move to the stairs.
"Stairs are tricky because you have to take your time. That can be a
real problem when you're walking with someone." She placed her hands on
each side of his waist and moved him to the base of the stairs. "Up is
easy. Lift your foot onto the step, just make sure your entire foot
lands on the stair at once. Don't let the heel hit first or the sole.
When your foot is firmly planted, place your weight on that foot and
lift yourself off the lower stair."
He did as he was told.
"There! That wasn't so difficult, was it? But next time, move your
second leg up another stair rather than just bringing your feet level
again."
He did this and was soon at the top of the stairs. "Easy!"
"Right, up is easy. Now when you come down, be very careful. I don't
want to explain to the paramedics why my husband was coming downstairs
wearing high heels and panties."
"Ha ha," he said.
"When you come down, first and foremost, hold onto the railing. Walk
slowly. You'll be walking on the ball of your foot again, not the
entire foot. Lower your first foot onto the step below. Rebalance your
weight onto that foot. Then bring down your other foot and do the same
thing on the next step."
He hung his foot out over the first step. "Hmm."
"Not so easy now is it?" she laughed.
"The step isn't wide enough."
"Yes it is, you just have to approach it differently. Normally, you
never want to turn your foot sideways. You want to keep your toes
pointed forward. But sometimes, the stairs aren't wide enough and
you'll need to turn yourself somewhat sideways and bring your foot down
at an angle. When you go to bring your second foot down, you'll
actually have to cross over your leg."
He did this very awkwardly. "It's like I'm climbing a ladder."
"Yep," she said and watched her hilariously dressed husband make his way
down the stairs in an exaggerated way like a Hollywood starlet from the
1930s doing her big staircase seduction scene. When he reached the
bottom, she sent him back up and down several more times until he
started to get more comfortable. "Good. You'll need to practice this a
lot, but you're off to a good start."
"This'll be easier in flats," he said.
"Sure it would, but you lost the bet and I prefer you in heels," she
said matter-of-factly. She started toward the living room and he chased
after her. He was a good deal slower than she was in heels.
"How did I lose the bet?!"
She held up her wrist so he could see her watch. "It's almost been an
hour."
"Oh crap! Two out of three?" he asked hopefully.
She shook her head. "I'll go shopping tomorrow over lunch and bring you
back a variety of shoes. In the meantime, wear these heels around the
house.
--0--
The next two days were days Loren wanted to forget. It never occurred
to him that Stephanie would keep up this act for both days. He assumed
things would return to normal until the party, but he was wrong.
For one thing, she made him dress femininely the entire time, but she
chose his wardrobe selectively as she wanted to get a sense of how
different looks worked on him. That meant experimenting. Thus, she
would pair a white dress shirt with a red bra to see if the bra showed
through. She would pair his dark gray dress slacks with a pink blouse
to see if the blouse looked too feminine. She even made him wear one of
his suits with a purple cami. For dinners, she always made him switch
into a dress. Apart from this, however, he wore certain things the
entire time. For example, he wore makeup and dangly earrings the entire
time. He always wore a bra, panties and pantyhose, except when she made
him try stockings. His nails were always painted, though the color
changed from red to silver to white to pink to red. And no matter what
else he wore, he always wore heels. Indeed, for two days, his heels
came no closer to the ground than three and a half inches except when he
showered. Even at night, she made him wear high-heeled mules along with
a babydoll nightie.
Loren enjoyed much of this, but it bothered him that Stephanie kept
suggesting she was getting him ready for his "public debut." Despite
the thrill he was getting from this, something was warning him deep down
that Stephanie was getting carried way.
One area in which Stephanie certainly got carried away was with the
housework. In accordance with the book, Stephanie made Loren do all the
housework. This bothered him because he didn't like feeling like a
servant. Making this worse, she filmed him doing it. At first, this
bothered Loren a lot because it was more blackmail material, but then he
realized all she needed to effectively blackmail him was one photo, so
it didn't matter if she had hours of him on film or seconds. Still, it
made him nervous that she had amassed so much footage of him dressed as
a women.
It also bothered him that Stephanie was starting to enjoy her power a
little too much. She made repeated references too it, used it to win
any argument that started, and even used it to wrestle the remote from
him. She even seemed to start arguments just to use it. This made
Loren feel weak, helpless and vulnerable, and that troubled him.
Indeed, while Stephanie's mood remained jovial the entire time, he
became increasingly pensive. It made him nervous to literally be at his
wife's mercy, particularly as she could be unpredictable and moody. It
wasn't that he didn't trust her, it was that he feared she didn't
understand how horrible things would get for him if this got out. And
he honestly wasn't sure she would give this up?
That said, however, he did secretly get a real kick out of the
"forbidden fruit" aspect of this. And every time Stephanie called him
"Laura," her new name for him, it sent an electric shock to his constant
erection. This was proving to be quite a turn on for him.
There were other benefits too. He and Stephanie had never been closer,
nor had they ever played a sex game so intense or that lasted so long.
Plus, Stephanie continued to dress sexily the whole time, something
which also thrilled Loren. At first, she only wore the four-inch heels
and the mini-dress because she didn't want to give Loren any excuse to
back out. But after a while, she began to enjoy the "dominatrix bimbo"
role, as she referred to Candi.
The one negative was that Stephanie refused to let him jerk himself off
and she refused to do it for him until after the party. She said,
"girls don't do that." She even watched him in the shower to make sure
he didn't sneak one. The unreleased pressure was killing him.
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