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Chapter 6
Over two or three days before our next session, Susan and I called. We
had planned to explore my need for humiliation, hoping that the need for
humiliation would not interfere or destroy my relationship with Jena.
However, since the relationship was heating up, Susan suggested that we
speed up the process and see how I react in certain situations. I was
told to come to my next appointment a couple hours earlier than my normal
appointment time.
I arrived two hours early and was surprised to see some of her clients in
the waiting room.
"Don't worry," Bridgette said. "You can go into the restroom and change.
No one will recognize you as Stephanie. Then come back here. Susan wants
you to work as my assistant for a couple hours before your session."
"Really?" I said excitedly. I always wanted to be a secretary.
I changed in a white ruffled blouse and trouser with a matching dress
jacket and three-inch heels. I wore a wig with straight auburn hair that
reached my shoulder. It also had a tint of burgundy in it as well. My
makeup was normal, but I just love red lipstick and smoky eye shadow.
I walked quickly to Bridgette cubicle.
"Well, I'm here."
"Great," Bridgette smiled. "Can you take these down to Janine's office?"
She handed me a few files. Janine's office was down the hall from
Susan's. Her office hours usually end before I arrive for my
appointments. I walked down past a few people in the waiting area and
Janine's door was open. I knocked.
"Oh, come in," she smiled. She was in her mid-thirties and full-figured
much like Jena and dressed much like her with that businesswoman look.
However, Janine had blond hair and wore more makeup.
I stepped in. "I have these files for you."
"Oh, you must be Stephanie. Susan informed me that you would be working
this evening. I'm sure she can help you with your issues. By the way, you
look lovely. We also could use the help around here. Make yourself at
home."
"Thank you," I said as I left.
I loved working in the office and helping Bridgette. Susan came out a
couple times to see how I was doing. On her third visiting, she told me
to remove me jacket, blouse, and trousers.
"Are you serious?" I asked. "You still have clients out there."
"Do you want to get to the bottom of your need for humiliation?" Susan
said sternly.
"Yes, but..."
"You need to follow what I prescribe or you can see another therapist.
Besides, the couple waiting out will be going into my office for their
appointment."
I took a deep breath and removed my jacket. Then unbuttoned and removed
my blouse. I slipped off my heels and took off trousers. I stood in front
of Bridgette and Susan in a white camisole with lace cup and sheer nylon
hanging down. I also wore a matching white lace satin thong.
"Put your heels back on," Susan ordered. "Okay, now continue your
duties."
She left me there.
"Nice cami and panties," Bridgette smiled. "Why did you wear something so
revealing?"
"I didn't think I'd be walking around like this in the office. I thought
maybe just in her office."
"So you wanted to show off for her in something sexy?" Bridgette
chuckled.
"No, I just thought she wanted me to wear something like this."
"Anyhow," Bridgette snickered, "can you take these files to Janine?"
I took them from her and cautiously stepped out into the hall. No one was
out there. I moved quickly down the hall to Janine's office. I knocked.
"Come in," she said.
I opened the door and stepped in.
"Oh, look at you," she smiled broadly. "Twirl around for me."
I did so.
"Very nice. I wish I had your legs."
"Thank you."
Susan stepped into the office.
"Stephanie, would you be willing to help me out with a couple. I would be
willing to call it even with this session if you did this and it would
help them out."
"I guess so," I said. "Will I have to go in dressed like this?"
"No, go put your clothes on?"
I went to Bridgette, retrieved and put on my clothes while Susan and
Bridgette watched. Then I followed Susan into her office.
"Karen and Steve, this is Stephanie."
We said hi to each other.
"Stephanie, can you tell us about how you and your girlfriend have
intercourse?"
I took a deep breath.
"When we have intercourse I use a strap-on dildo."
"And why do you do that?" Susan asked.
"That's the best way I can please her."
"Why can't you please her with your penis?" she asked.
"I'm not very well endowed."
Susan turned to Steve and then me. "Steve thinks he is not well endowed.
He's five inches. Stephanie, is he bigger than you?"
"Yes."
"How much bigger? How big are you when you are soft?"
"Three quarters of an inch."
"Get out!" Steve exclaimed. "I thought I was small."
Susan turned to me: "Why don't you show them? Go ahead."
"Now?" I asked.
"No," Susan said sarcastically, "a week from tomorrow. Just unbutton your
blouse and remove your slacks."
I did as I was told. I was standing there in my cami and g-string.
"Lift your cami," Susan ordered.
I did so showing my little bulge.
Karen asked, "Do you have it tucked in or something?"
"No," I said.
"Stephanie, why don't you step out of your panties to give them a better
look."
I slid my thong down my legs and stepped out of them.
"Oh my," Karen snickered. "How big does it get when it is hard?"
"Stephanie, why don't you make it hard while we finish our session?"
I stood next there rubbing my tiny thing with my index finger and my
thumb as they chatted. I tried to ignore them and thought of Jena, but it
didn't help. Fifteen minutes later, I was still soft and their session
was nearly over.
"Stephanie," Karen asked, "I was wondering if I could get a closer look?"
Susan nodded to me and I walked over to her. I stood next to her.
"I just can't believe how small it is," she said. "And your girlfriend
doesn't mind?"
"I suppose she would like me to have a bigger penis, but I think she
loves me for who I am."
"Are you nervous or have trouble getting erect?" Steve asked.
Before I could answer, Susan said, "He has trouble getting erect a great
deal of the time."
"Oh, my," Karen giggled, pointing to my little thing, "he's leaking."
I looked down to see a droplet of cum.
"If you are that excited," Susan said, "why don't you keep masturbating?
Maybe try a different position instead of standing. Lay on the floor in
front of them."
I laid down in front of them and played with myself. Still, after about
ten minutes, I wasn't hard.
"I feel sorry for him," Karen said. "Honey, do you mind? I'd just like to
touch it."
"Go for it," he said.
Karen knelt down beside me and reached for my penis. She held it daintily
between her thumb and index finger.
"Oh my, it's so small and flaccid."
She let go and chuckled. Then she snapped it with her finger and laughed.
"Can I watch it bounce?" she asked. "Can you do some jumping jacks?"
I looked to Susan.
"It's okay," she said. "You can do it."
I stood and began doing some light jumping jacks. Steve and Karen
laughed.
"This is hilarious."
"Thank you, Susan," Steve said. "Seeing Stephanie and his small cock - if
you can call it that - has made me feel so much better about myself."
They stood and Steve shook Susan's hand. He thanked her again.
"Can he follow us out?" Karen said. "I can't get enough of this."
"Sure," Susan smiled.
"And can he be at our next session as well?" Karen asked.
"I'm sure that might be a possibility."
I followed the three of them out to Bridgette. She made them an
appointment for the next week. After they left, Bridgette said, "I take
it that went well."
"Oh, yes," Susan smiled, "seeing Stephanie's tiny cock made Steve feel so
much better about himself."
"That's good," Bridgette said.
Susan then took my hand and led me back to Janine's office. I stood,
wearing only my cami, as Susan told Janine what had just happened.
"I think we could use an employee like Stephanie here," Susan said. "She
would be a valuable asset. We could void the money she owes us that her
insurance wouldn't pay and when that is paid we can give her credit or
cash."
Janine agreed, "I think she may be an asset as well. Hire her."
Susan led me back to Bridgette and we began filling out the proper
paperwork.
The next day I visited Jena in the morning. We both had to go to work
that evening. I had to cover a town meeting while Jena was writing a
story about a business expanding out of the area. I told Jena about my
job offer as we sat on her sun porch.
"Susan said that I could really offer a perspective to help other
crossdresser and married couples as well," I told her.
"As long as you feel comfortable doing it and you are helping people, I
think you should consider it. If you want to do it, then you should.
Maybe we could even do a story about how people help out with therapists
and counselors. You know, people who share their experiences with others
to help others and even themselves."
I told her how I felt like I was helping. I didn't go into details about
how I helped the married couple, but told her that we had discussed penis
size and how it shouldn't matter in a loving relationship.
"I'm glad you feel that way," she smiled. She gave me a peck on the
cheek. "I know it's only been a couple days since I've seen Stephanie,
but?"
I smiled, "That's no problem. You know I feel more comfortable as
Stephanie with you than I do as Alex."
I went to her bedroom and changed. I returned to the sun porch wearing a
wig with dark, straight shoulder-length hair, a short skirt, blouse and
heels.
"Very nice," she said.
We sat in the sun, collecting the last of the natural heat.
"I really don't like winter," she said. "I wish we could skip right to
spring again."
I agreed.
Around four, we showered together and I dressed as Alex except for
panties and thigh highs before heading off to work.
I can't express the feeling about heading off to work, following Jena's
car down the road, knowing that we are a couple and she accepts me for
who I am. Along the way, we traveled in separate direction to cover our
stories, but she stayed in my thoughts and I couldn't wait to see her
when I arrived at the office.
Later that night, I showed up at the office a little later than usual.
When I walked in and saw Jena, she seemed to be bursting at the seams.
"That happy to see me?" I asked.
"I'm always happy to see you," she said, "but there's some other news.
Dan's waiting to make an announcement. I told him to wait until you were
here before he did."
"So what's up?"
With that, Dan stood and cleared his throat. "I have an announcement to
make. First of all, Charlie Morgan is leaving for Maryland in two weeks.
Don't be sad. Congratulate him because he 's the new editor of the
Gainesboro Gazette."
A round of applause and whistles sounded for the former assistant editor.
Charlie stood and waved bashfully.
"Now you are probably wondering who will replace Charlie. That was a
short list. The publishers and I talked it over and we have no
reservations in announcing..." Dan paused, draining the suspense. "We have
no reservation and I'm sure you'll agree that Jena will be our new
assistant editor."
Jena stood and waved.
I wanted to rush forward and congratulate her by throwing my arms around
and kissing her, but we had been keeping our relationship a secret. That
made me think of something else concerning our relationship and the
workplace. What was going to happen now with Jena and I. The rule in the
office was that editors could not have relationships with other
employees.
I walked forward and shook Jena's hand. She squeezed it and winked.
That night we left the office together.
"Are you coming over to my place?" Jena asked.
"Of course," I said, "we need to talk about things."
She smiled, "Yes, we do - now that I'm your boss."
I followed her home and we went inside.
"Could you dress as Stephanie before we talked" she asked. "Could you put
on your white babydoll and g-string? Then the white thigh highs and white
heels?"
"Sure," I said, "but then we need to talk. I returned for the talk after
putting on my auburn wig, makeup and the clothes Jena wanted.
"You look stunning," she said.
"I really need to know what we are going to do now that you're an editor
and we aren't supposed to have a relationship now."
She smiled and led me to her sofa. She sat me down and knelt down in
front of me.
"Stephanie, this has been a world wind experience for me. I have fallen
so heavily for you - for you as Stephanie and for you as Alex, but I
think you know which I prefer. I'm not saying this because we have been
put in this situation. I've been thinking about this for awhile." Jena
removed something from her pocket. "Stephanie, I want you to leave that
dumpy apartment and move in with me. I want you to marry me."
She removed a ring from a jewelry box and slid it on my finger.
"Stephanie, I love you and I want to spend my life with you. Do you want
to spend your life with me?"
"Yes!" I cried.
The next day we ventured to my apartment and looked over what we would
bring back to her place.
"I don't want to say it, but there's really not much to bring to your
place," I said.
"Why not?"
"Because your stuff is better and more feminine. I have all this stuff
here trying to convince people I'm a guy. I don't have to do that
anymore. You're my excuse for having feminine stuff."
She laughed, "I'm glad I'm your excuse."
"You know what I mean!"
"Yeah, I do."
We decided to sell most of my stuff at a second-hand store.
"I want you to keep all your female clothing and accessories," Jena said.
"I want to you to wear female clothing as much as possible." She grabbed
me by the collar roughly and pulled me close. "Do you understand?"
"Yes, I do."
She went over to my dresser and removed all my male underwear.
"These are gone," Jena said. "You will never wear male underwear again
while we are together."
She then went through the rest of my male clothes and kept only a third
of the items.
"I'll need more than that," I said.
Jena laughed, "Not if you're Stephanie at our house."
We loaded my van with my stuff to take to the second-hand store and then
loaded my van and her car with the remaining items to take back to our
house. When we reached the house, Jena told me to go inside. She picked
out a bra, panties, slacks, blouse, and shoes to wear when we unloaded
the vehicles. Once we got everything inside, she told me to take off my
blouse and slacks and we started sorting things out. At one point I was
on my knees sorting out a box when Jena came up from behind me and began
rubbing herself against my bottom.
"OMG, it is so great to see you walking around here in your undies. You
look so hot."
With that, she led me upstairs. We had marvelous, wonderful sex.
We went to work that night. Jena picked pink boyshorts for me. I loved
wearing them to work and knowing that Jena knew I wearing them. It was
also exciting seeing Jena in her new role as assistant editor. She was so
in charge. I loved it. At one point she called me into her new office and
told me to unsnap my jeans and show her my panties.
"This is going to be a regular thing that you will have to do every night
now that I am your boss," she smirked.
"What else will I have to do to keep my job," I grimaced mockingly.
And we both laughed.
The next day Susan called me. She wanted me to chat with another
crossdresser who was having difficulty accept that he was a crossdresser
and that he may be a homosexual or possibly bisexual.
"Make sure you wear something very flattering and sexy," Susan told me.
"Could you even bring in some lingerie? We may have to see how he reacts
to you."
The thought of being bait, in a way, for one of her clients worried me a
bit, but also made feel like I was really feminine. I told Jena about it.
"You don't have to do it if you don't want to," Jena said, "but I don't
think your therapist would put you in a situation that would hurt you in
any way. I think you may be really helping this person and I think you
might feel better afterwards. Do you want me to call her myself? I'll do
that if you want."
"That would be awesome," I said, "because I always get tongue-tied
talking to Susan on the phone."
Afterward, Jena came to me.
"Susan just wants you to dress up for him and maybe touch him a bit to
see how he reacts. Are you okay with that? It seems simple enough. It not
like you are going to have sex with him or anything. Susan said that Ken
really needs this and is so desperate with his feeling and understanding
of himself. He sounds like he really needs help and you are one of the
only ones who can probably help."
"I'll help," I said. "I know the feeling of being lonely and confused. I
don't want others to feel the same way."
It felt good being able to help someone else. I get tired of
living in a world in where people can't reach out and help someone else.
I arrived at Susan's office, said hello to Bridgette, and went into the
restroom and change. Before I was finished, Susan knocked on the door and
told me to go directly to her office.
I walked into the room in a pink babydoll with a matching g-string as
instructed by Susan. I also wore slippers with three-inch heels. I wore a
blond wig shoulder length wig with heavy makeup.
"Do you like the outfit, Ken?" Susan asked.
He nodded and smiled.
"Stephanie, why don't you move closer to Ken?"
I moved slowly towards him. His eyes were locked on me.
"Why don't you sit next to him? If Ken was wearing panties, would you
tell him how he looked in them?"
"Of course, I would," I smiled.
Susan nodded to Ken, who stood up.
"Stephanie, could you undo Ken's pants so you can see his panties."
I unbuttoned his jeans. Ken wore red nylon hipsters. His bulge was
huge and hard. At first, it repulsed me a bit because of a couple of wet
spots, but then I felt flattered because I was the one who made him hard
and gave him the wet spots.
"Stephanie, could you examine his panties closely?"
I looked them over. "Nice," I smiled. "Very sexy."
"No, closer."
I leaned in so my face was inches from his crotch. I felt Ken's hands
caress my shoulder and I looked up at him. His hand reached up to my
cheek.
"Ken, how are you feeling right now? Are you feeling ashamed of yourself
because you are aroused by Stephanie?"
"A little," he said, "but looking at her, I'm not really seeing a man,
but a female instead."
"Stephanie, why don't you lay down on the sofa and pulled you nighty up
so Ken can see your panties."
I did as I was told. I looked down. He could see my small bulge and a
small spot of precum.
"Ken, you don't you sit down and let Stephanie rest her head on your
lap."
I lifted my head so Ken could sit down. When I rested my head on his lap,
I turned towards Susan.
"Don't look at me," she told me. "Look at Ken."
I looked up at Ken. My cheek was now pressed against his cock. I could
feel wetness against my cheek.
"Stephanie, reach down and slide off your panties."
I gingerly slid them off, exposing my little soft cock.
"Ken, do you still feel the same way? Does Stephanie still seem like a
girl to you?"
"Yes," he said, "if she had a big cock I probably wouldn't, but since
it's so small."
"Ken, remove your panties now. That's only fair."
I lifted my head and Ken removed his panties. When I lowered my head, the
back of my head was on his penis.
"Could you lift your head again so I can free myself?" he asked.
I lifted my head and lowered it again. Now his seven inch hard cock was
resting against my cheek.
"Ken, do you feel comfortable?" Susan asked.
"I'm okay," he said.
"Okay then," she said. I couldn't see Susan. I was looking straight up to
the ceiling. "We will take it a step further. Stephanie, I want you to
turn your head to look up at Ken."
I turned and his cock slid down and rested against my closed mouth.
"Ken, I want you to start touching Stephanie."
"How so?" he asked. "And where?"
"Any way you want to?" she said.
I didn't think he would touch my genitals. He was still too timid for
that and I really didn't want him to. I thought he would caress my hair,
but that would be about all, but Ken lifted his hand to his cock. He took
it in his hands and began moving his hard member of my lips and then my
cheek.
"Very good," Susan said. "That's very good. That's a big step. That's a
sexual connection."
He moved his cock against my nose and thumped it a few times against my
nose with a smile. I smile back - not because I was pleased, but I didn't
know what else to do.
Ken moved his cock down to my lips to my chin and back to my lips.
"Ken, how are you feeling?" Susan asked.
"Nervous," he said.
"About what?"
"The way I'm feeling. I feel good about this and it's making me nervous."
"Ken, would you like to touch Stephanie's penis?"
"No! I'm can't do that."
"Would you like to him to touch your penis?"
He didn't say anything.
"Stephanie, can you reach up and touch it?"
Slowly, I raised my hand and touch it with my finger tips. It was the
first time I had ever touched another man's cock. Then I held it a bit in
my palm and moved it from my lips.
"Is this okay?" I asked.
"Yes," he said.
"Stephanie," he continued, "are you enjoying this or are you just doing
this as a clinical thing?"
I hesitated. I wasn't sure what to save, but Susan bailed me out.
"She's is doing both," she said. "Stephanie is helping you and enjoys
helping you."
"Really, Stephanie?"
"Yes," I smiled, looking up at him. He seemed moved by my effort as I
kept rolling his hard cock over my face.
"I wish there was a way she could prove it," Susan said.
Ken took a deep breath.
"This is going to be a big step for me," he said.
"What do you mean?" Susan asked.
"Could Stephanie show my penis some affection?"
"Really? Are you sure, Ken? That is a big step."
"Could Stephanie give my penis a kiss?"
"I'm sure that would be no problem. Just a kiss, correct?"
"Yes, just a kiss."
I kissed his cock.
We sat there a few minutes before sitting up. Ken thanked us and dressed.
After he was dressed, Bridgette walked in all smiles.
"It looks like Ken had a breakthrough," she said. "He looks very happy
today. How did everything go?"
"Stephanie was marvelous with Ken. She got him to open up so much," Susan
said.
"Ken, that's wonderful. I'm proud of you," Bridgette said. "What was the
breakthrough?"
Susan smiled, "Ken, would you be interested in showing Bridgette? This is
even a bigger step; acknowledging this in front of someone else. Do you
think you can do this?"
"I can try," the client said.
Susan turned to me. "Stephanie, can you kneel in front of Ken and get him
ready?"
Still dressed in only my nightgown with no panties, I knelt down in front
of him and unzipped him and pulled down his pants.
"Lovely panties," Bridgette said. "Stephanie, what do think of them?"
"They look very sexy," I said looking at her.
With that, Ken leaned forward and pressed my face against his panties.
"Oh, my lord, Ken," Susan acknowledged. "That's such a big step for you."
"What do you think, Stephanie?" Bridgette asked.
"I agree," I said, looking up at her with my cheek pressed against his
cock. "This is such a big step for Ken."
"So is this the big step?" Bridgette asked me.
"No," I said.
"Show her," Susan said.
I slid down his panties and his hard cock bounded out. I took his cock
daintily between my thumb and forefinger and kiss the side of his cock.
"Oh, wonderful!" Bridgette applauded. "Ken, this is such a big step."
"Can we even try something further?" Ken asked me.
"Sure," Susan said. "What do you have in mind?"
He looked down with a soft smile. He took his cock from my hand
and began rubbing it over my face.
"Could Stephanie keep kissing it and kiss it all over?"
"I don't see why not, as long as you are up to it, Ken." Ken nodded.
"Well, Stephanie?"
I took his cock in my hand and began kissing it all over. I must have
kissed for about five minutes.
"This is so wonderful, Ken!" Bridgette squealed.
"Well, let's finish up here," Susan said. "Ken, anything else you want to
show Bridgette?"
"I would like to show Stephanie my thanks," he said.
"How so?" Susan asked
Ken took his cock and began to rub it over my face.
"I know you like this, Stephanie, so I'm giving you more of it."
"Thanks," I said, not knowing what else to say.
After a few minutes, Susan said, "Stephanie, can you dress him so he can
leave."
I pulled up his panties and then his pants.
Bridgette said, "Ken, can you come out and we'll set up an appointment
for you next week."
I remained in the office with Susan.
"I've very impressed with how you help Ken," she said. "It would have
taken me month to get Ken to the point of allowing another man to touch
or kiss his penis. Will you be able to come in next week to assist me
with Ken?"
"I should be able to. What are your plans for him?"
"You mean 'what are our plans for Ken.' Remember we are colleagues now."
"Okay," I smiled as I looked for my panties.
"Tell me what you think. I think we should try to get him to simulate
some sexual positions."
"What do you mean?"
Like having you on your hands and knees and Ken kneeling behind you. Of
course, no sex. Just simulation. Could you help him in that way?"
"I think so."
"Looking for your panties?" she asked. I told her I was. "I think Ken
kept them as a souvenir."
I told Jena about my experience helping Ken at Susan's office.
"Oh my," she said covering her mouth. "I can't believe how committed you
are. His cock was resting on your lips?"
"Yeah," I said.
"How did you feel?"
"I'm not sure. I just kind of kept thinking that I was helping him. He
was very nervous about it all. Susan thinks that he has strong homosexual
tendencies, but feels shame about it. She thinks that if he gets over
that all his anxieties in the other aspects of his life will clear up."
"How did the session end?" Jena asked.
I told that I kissed his penis and how that was such a big step for Ken.
I thought she would be upset, but I had to be truthful with her.
"Steph," she grinned, "I feel a sense of wonder when you write a good
story, but I don't I've been prouder than I am now."
We embraced.
When she pulled back, she said, "Now let's talk girl stuff. How big was
it?"
I chuckled, "Erect or soft?"
"You gave him an erection? That's awesome. Bet it made you feel sexy?"
I blushed.
"So tell me."
"It was about seven inches," I said.
"No way!"
"Way."
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