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Chapter 8 That night Jena and I snuggled in bed in Francine's spare room. It didn't take long for me, after kissing her and caressing her body, to slide down between her full, creamy thighs and please her orally. She moaned loudly as I worked my tongue and fingers for three orgasms. Then she pleasured me in the usual way. As we lay together afterwards, Jena said, "I'm glad you were able to tell Francine about your horrible experience in college. I think it made her feel better about her own bad times." "Yeah," I said, "I told Susan about during my first visit and she suggested that the more I tell those close to me about my life and the more I'm open about it, the better I will feel about myself. That's why I told you and why I told Francine last night." "Did you feel better after telling Francine about it?" "Yes, it even excited me a bit." She squeezed me tightly against her large breasts. "I love you so," she whispered. "I love you, too." Then she smiled, "Francine has a surprise for your tomorrow." "What?" "You'll see." The next morning Jena picked out a blouse, slacks, two-inch heels and my brown wig for me, but let me pick my own lingerie. Jena wore a similar outfit. Francine was waiting for us in her kitchen. "I thought we'd go to a nice little diner for breakfast," she said. It was very nice sitting and eating with Jena and Francine. I really felt like they had welcomed me into their inner circle. The confessions about my college crossdressing experience probably helped a bit. From the diner we walked up the street to a store with clothes from the Civil War era. "I thought it might be fun to dress up on your full day in Gettysburg," Francine said as she opened the door for us. We walked in and looked about. "May I help you?" spoke a middle-aged woman in a white and grey plaid gingham dress. "Yes, my name is Francine and I called a couple days ago about trying on and buying some Civil War era clothing." "Three women," she said. "My name is Marla. So happy you could visit. Look around and pick out what you want. Ask any questions you want." As I looked around at the dresses, I noticed that Jena had disappeared. "She's trying on a dress," Francine told me. Jena came out of the dressing room with Marla wearing a black ball gown with black satin and red brocade. The bodice laced up the back and she wore a bone hoop underneath. She clutched a very small handbag in her left hand. She appeared as though she was gliding rather than walking. She spun around for us. "Well, I how so I look?" "You look spectacular," I said. Soon after, Francine appeared donned in white blouse with long maroon skirt with a black dickens cape around her shoulder. "Well?" she asked. "You look so elegant," Jena admired. "I love the cape." I looked at them. "I don't know how I can match the two of you." "Will you follow me?" Marla asked me as she touched my arm. I followed her down a hall to the changing room. "Jena has picked out an outfit for you." We entered the spacious dressing room. "Could you remove your blouse, slacks, and shoes?" Soon I stood in front of her in a white bra, white lace boyshorts, and white thigh highs. I placed my hands over my crotch to cover my tiny bulge. Don't worry," Marla said, "more crossdresser visit our business that you can imagine." Marla held up a white long-sleeved blouse with a green sash and a plain grey skirt. "Jena picked a simple outfit for you because she said you were so submissive. Your friends will be gentile women of the community and you will be their servant girl. Make sure when you walk with them that you walk behind them to signify your position." Marla helped me into the clothing. Then she handed me a long, white, very feminine apron to wear. It looped around my neck and nearly reached the floor, covering almost all my blouse and skirt. When I walked out, Jena and Francine compliment me. Francine paid and we thanked her. "I just want you to feel welcomed," Francine smiled. "I didn't think you would've had the chance to dress up Civil War style before." "You're right. I never had the chance." As we walked through Gettysburg, I took my place behind my two beautiful women, watching them glide ahead of me. We toured the Jenny Wade House. At each door, they waited and scurried up and held the doors open for them. Jenny Wade was the only civilian killed at the Battle of Gettysburg. The house is supposedly haunted by Wade. We stepped into some of the shops and stores along the way. Inside a store, Jena took me aside, "Are you having fun?" "I am," I said gleefully. I gave her a peck on the cheek. "This so wonderful. You are the best thing that ever happened to me." We decide to eat at the Farnsworth Hotel. "The Farnsworth is another place that supposedly haunted," Francine said. She also showed us the peck marks from bullets fired at the Confederate snipers in the building. "It is so lovely to see women dressed in period attire," she said. "Thank you," we smiled. She led us to a table. I ordered water, but Francine insisted that we have drinks of the time and ordered us spiked lemonade. When the waitress returned, Francine ordered PA Dutch Chicken Pot Pie. Jena ordered the Maryland Style Crab Cakes for herself and the Sea Scallops Mornay for me. The dinner was delicious and then we had a few more drinks. Strong drinks. Then we headed back to Francine's apartment, where we had a couple more drinks. "Want to watch a movie?" Francine asked. "I want to see the New Mission Impossible movie." "No, thanks," Jena said. "I'm about to pass out. I need some sleep." I looked to her. "You can stay up if you want," Jena said with a smile. "You two have fun." We did have fun. We watched the movie. We talked about my crossdressing. We talked about what kind of clothing we each liked. "What's on your to-do list of things that relate to crossdressing?" she asked. "Well, I've had a makeover at a salon before, but I'd love to do an intensive thing sometime. Like at a day spa or something with a manicure and pedicure and the works." "A facial, mud bath, and massage?" "Exactly." "I've always wanted to do something like that," she said. "Maybe the three of us could do that?" "Yeah, that would be great." "So what else is on your list?" "I'd love to do a photo shoot." "A glamour photo shoot?" "Yeah, where they had a beautician and outfit changes - even lingerie and other models." "You and Jena would look awesome together in a photo shoot." "We could do a sub and dom photoshoot." Francine poured me another glass of wine and finished the bottle into her glass. "What's on your to-do list?" I asked. "What do you mean? Relationships? Sex? Life in general?" "I want to say sex now, but I was actually thinking about life in general." "I'd like to find a job I enjoy," she said. "I moved down here for this job to get away from home, but I'm stuck here now. I'm trying to save up money to move and find another job." "You don't like accounting?" "I like it, but I don't like where I work. Lots of jerks. It would so much better if everyone minded their own business. Everyone just gossips so much there and everyone is worried that someone else might be doing less work than they are." "That happens somewhat where we work, but we are driven by writing. It's our own thing. Sometimes the opposite happens where someone feels like they don't get enough work. They want to write more." "Where would you move to?" "I'd love to live down south," she said. "Maybe Florida. Somewhere near the water." "Jena and I have talked about that too. We'd love to be where it is warm and near the beach." She smiled, "If you had your choice at the beach, would you wear guys' trunks, a ladies' one-piece, and a two-piece bikini?" "Bikinis are usually two-piece." She laughed. "I'd like to think I could pull off a bikini, but I don't think I could. I'd probably do a one piece." "Do you want a sex change?" she asked. "No, I like being a man who dresses as a woman." "Have you thought about hormones?" "If the world would accept me," I said, "I would be on hormones and have implants in my breasts and butt. Then I'd show them off in low-cut blouses." "Like Jena does?" "Exactly," I said. "There's nothing wrong, but it sort of bewilders me to a certain point because you want a female body, but you want to be a man at the same time." "I wish I understood it as well," I said. "I'm hoping that my therapist Susan can help me in that respect." Francine smiled, "I want you to get the wrong idea about me but when you were telling me about kissing Ken's penis and all that I was getting a little hot and bothered." "You looked a little red-faced. I thought I was embarrassing you or being out of line." "Then when you showed us your penis. That was the first penis, other than the Internet, that I saw in two years." "Probably a little disappointing then, huh?" Francine sighed, "Don't do that yourself. You make Jena happy in bed and that all that matters. You must have been scarred so much to be so ashamed and embarrassed by the size of your penis." "That's what Susan says, too. She tries to get me to think of other ways of pleasing sexual until I have more confidence." I told Francine what I told Jena and Susan about women laughing at me when I got them to bed or women just walking out on me. "That's terrible, but I think Jena's going to help you with your confidence." "It's funny because with writing and work I so confident, but in many other aspects I'm not confident at all." "I'm the same way. Give me a spreadsheet and I'm in my element. Give me a naked man and I turn to jelly." Francine finished her glass of wine and looked at the television. "This movie is almost over with and we haven't watched any of it." "We can start over if you want." "Okay," she said as she stood and pulled a blanket from a trunk against the wall, "but only if we snuggle on the couch. It's been a long time since I had a snuggle buddy." She set the blue blanket on the coffee table and began unbuttoning her blouse, exposing her corset underneath. Then she removed her skirt. She wore white hose attached to garter snaps on her corset. Francine also wore white lace briefs with floral patterns. "Very nice," I said. "Thanks, bought them today at the store. I've never worn garters in my life. Your turn." And maybe she sensed my uneasiness concerning my loyalty to Jena. "Don't worry. Just snuggle buddies. I wouldn't do anything to upset you and Jena." I removed my 1800s clothing and stood in front of her in my white bra, panties and hose. "How do you want to do this?" I asked. She instructed me to lay on the sofa and she snuggled in behind me. We snuggled in trying to get comfortable when she sat up. "This corset isn't making things easy. Do you mind if I take it off?" "No," I said. She stood and removed her corset and hose before squeezing in behind me with only her brief and hose on. Francine pulled the blanket over us. I could feel her warm, soft breasts against my back as we started to watch the movie. Her arm reached around me and rested against my stomach. The next morning I woke up looking at Jena, who stood over me smiling in her nightgown. I looked down and saw that the blanket was no longer over Francine and I and Francine left hand was inside my panties. I quickly sat up, waking Francine. She sat up as well and wiped her eyes. "What's been going on here?" Jena asked sternly. "Nothing," I said. "Nothing happened." "Well, it doesn't look it." I began stammering when Francine and Jena began laughing. Francine grabbed me from behind, wrapped her arms around me and kissed my neck. "We were just snuggling." "Steph's a good snuggler." "Maybe on some of these cold nights this winter I have to rent him to come down and snuggle and keep me warm." "That can be arranged," Jena smiled. "Would you like that?" I turned and faced Francine, "I would like that a lot." "I hope you didn't mind, sis," Francine said, "but I couldn't resist trying to feel what a penis feels like in panties." "Feels good, doesn't it." "Feels wonderful." As we drove home, Jena said, "You and Francine really hit it off, didn't you?" "Yeah, I like her a lot." "I knew you would." "We should invite her up sometime." "I think it might be more fun to come down here where no one knows us and you can dress as Stephanie more freely - unless things change at home." "I'll dress at home when Francine visits," I said. "That's not what I was thinking. I thought that maybe you could start wearing me feminine clothing now and then to work in the office or out to things you are covering." "That terrifies and intrigues me at the same time." "I don't want you to do something you are not comfortable doing, but I thought instead of dress pants to town meeting or what have you, you could wear some of mine or your slacks. Who would really know the difference except us." "Probably no one." "So do you want to try some slacks?" "Why not?" I said. "I have town council meeting I have to do on Monday. That's low profile." "If it goes well then you can wear them to work in the office. If not, take jeans with you and you can change into them before you come to the office. Sound good?" "Yes," I said. "This is very exciting." "It is, isn't it?" Before my meeting, I picked a lilac dress shirt and Jena' picked out pinstripe slacks with flare legs and a two-button waistband. They didn't look much different from my men's slacks. Of course, I wore panties underneath them. "You should try pantyhose, too," Jena said as she began to kiss me. Of course, I wore pantyhose as well to please her and they felt great. I felt a little self-conscious at the council meeting, but no one seemed to notice or care, so I decided to wear them to the office. I thought about if someone said something to me about my slacks being women's slacks. I thought I'd say that I thought they were men's slacks and if they insisted I would say that they were in the men's department. When I walked in the backdoor, I expected someone to yell: "He's wearing women's clothing!" No one did, but Jena stood from her desk and came over and kissed me. "You look so hot," she whispered. I felt hot. It was a rush. I felt I was being more of my true self than ever before. I received a text later in the night that Ken had to cancel his next appointment because he was called out of town. I felt a relief about that in a way. So much had been going on in a short time that I was getting overwhelmed. Simulating sex with Ken was getting a little out of my comfort zone. In fact, letting him slap my face with his penis and kissing his penis was out of my comfort zone, too. Well, it was out of my comfort zone. After chatting with Francine, I felt proud of myself for stepping out of my comfort zone some to help Ken. Maybe I needed to just step out of my comfort zone a little more. Stimulating sex might be a little embarrassing to me. I wonder how Ken felt. I wondered when he would admit to himself that he was a homosexual. Along with that text, I received a text that Karen and Steve wanted me to be present at their appointment. I called Susan and asked her what they wanted me to do. She said that Karen wanted me to reinforce to Steve how big his penis was compared to mine. "What should I wear?" "Can you look very feminine?" "How feminine?" I asked. "Very feminine," she repeated. "Sissified? Can you do that?" "I think so," I said and described what I could wear. "That's great," Susan said. We made an appointment for Wednesday. I really felt bad for Steve. I've had women laugh at me and felt that shame and embarrassment. I would love to see him loose that shame. Something I had trouble letting go. Wednesday I showed at Susan's. She was in the office with Bridgette when I arrived. I didn't know what to expect. "Easy day," Susan said. "Karen wants you to look like sissified to contrast Steve's masculinity." "What do I have to do?" "Just stand there and talk a little." I smiled, "I guess I can do that." "Why don't you go change and come out here?" Susan said. I changed, sporting my blonde, shoulder-length wig and heavy makeup as Karen wanted. Afterwards, I walked out to the front desk. "Now that's an over-the-top sissy dress," Bridgette exclaimed. I gushed of pink and white lace and shiny satin with a high lace neck with a cute satin fixed bow at the front and very deep, double-layered glass-silk frill that starts at the front of the bodice then over the shoulders to the back of the dress. Everything was edged in a dainty lace. I had extreme puff-sleeves of glass-silk material and covered in layers of sissy ruffles! The outfit also had glass-silk pinafore with a satin tie sash, and is also edged in sweet lace. "Steve is already in there, but Karen wanted to see you beforehand." On cue, Karen walked in. "Oh my lord!" Karen squealed. "You are such a sissy." "Karen!" Susan scolded. "I'm sorry, but I caught a little off-guard. Can you lift your dress?" I looked to Susan, who nodded. I lifted my dress showing my pink ruffled panties. "Pull them down." I did so. "It is so fucking small," Karen laughed. "Can you play with yourself?" I stood in front of the women and rubbed my cock. It wasn't before I was hard. "Keep going," Susan said. "Have an orgasm so that you won't get one in front of Steve. Plus, we want you to look as small as possible." Susan handed me a tissue and I came into it. After I cleaned up, I followed Susan and Karen into her office to see Steve. My job was to just stand there with my dress up and play with myself while they conducted their session. By the end, Steve said, "After seeing him all sissified standing there with his little thing, I'll never doubt my size and consider myself lucky for not being him." After the couple left, Susan said to me, "You were wonderful." "Really, I just stood there." "But you did it with a smile on your face. It was amazing. It was magical." "How did the session go?" Jena asked. "It went well," I smiled. "I think this was the last one that I will be attending for Steve." "Really?" "Yeah, Karen said Steve feels comfortable about himself." "I guess you are 1-0 now." "I guess I am. I wish I could help Ken as much as I've helped Steve." "I'm sure you will." Up until Friday, I wore women's slacks to work and no one had said a word. Now Jena wanted to step it up. "Do you want to wear one of my sweaters?" Jena asked. "Sure," I said. "As long as it's not too feminine." "What do you have going on tonight?" "There's a special meeting about the new school proposal. They are giving out the specs on the new site and doing preliminaries taking bids for the construction." She nodded, "Whoever is going to get that job is going to come into some serious cash." "I know." "Wear the sweater then. No one will even notice you there. You're like a chameleon most of the time. That's why you're such a good reporter. No one knows you're there half the time." I decided on a purple cardigan that buttoned up the front with three- quarter length sleeves. I went to the meeting and, just as Jena predicted, no one noticed me or my purple cardigan. I even wore it to work, but I did slide the sleeves up above my elbows. On Friday, Susan set up the next appointment with Ken to coincide with my day of on Monday and called me about it on Saturday. "Ken has backed out of the simulations," Susan told me on the phone. "I'm not sure what has happened. I think something in his life triggered a relapse. He does have some mother anxieties and issues. "How do are you going to progress?" I asked. "How we going to progress," she corrected. "You are part of this team as well. What do you think?" "Since he relapsed, we could do some of what I did before." "That's what I was thinking as well. Maybe you could be very caring and tender with him. Maybe you could work your magic like you did with Steve." "A team," I corrected. "It wasn't just me. What should I wear?" "I would be interested to see if you walked in like a sophisticated business woman like his mother how he would react." "What color is her hair?" "She's a brunette." "What are you thinking?" Susan asked. "Maybe you can give Ken the attention that his mother never gave him. Do you think you can do that?" "Like the stuff I did before?" "Exactly, but maybe in a more delicate manner. More deliberate." "I'm not sure how you mean, but I think it will be okay," I thought about Ken and having a setback. "Do you really think this has a lot to do with his mother?" "Since we are colleagues, I think we can discuss this. His mother was and is very domineering. There isn't a woman in the world that can ever measure up to the perfection of his mother - or, at least, the perfection she has implanted in his head. When he was a teenager, Ken tried to commit suicide twice. Both times he used pills and his mother made the comment to me that it was like him to take the sissy way out." "Are you serious?" "Very serious. I know Ken looks together in our sessions, but it is only because I have built up a climate of security with him. He knows he's safe here. I have seen him cry his eyes out over confrontations with his mother or worse when he feels he doesn't live up to her standards." "Like denying his homosexuality?" I asked. "Exactly. His mother sees it as a phase and a weakness." "I thought after last week with your work with him we had a major breakthrough and we did, but now we have a setback." "And, again, you think it has something to do with his mother?" "Tell me what you think?" "I think he told his mother about what happened at his session." "I think so to," Susan agreed. My heart went to him, but I didn't want to say that to Susan. I wanted to sound professional. "So how do you feel about helping him on Monday?" Susan asked. "Nervous, I want to do well. No more setback, especially after the magic I did with Steve." "Don't sell yourself short," she said. "You are a natural at this." "I'm still not sure what you want me to do exactly." "Can you come in a couple hours early on Monday?" "Yes, you can help me then?" "That was my plan." "Good," I said, "I feel for Ken. I've been through so much growing being a crossdresser." "Are you talking about college?" "Yeah, that and my foster mom." "Well, here's your chance to help someone else." I told Jena about my conversation with Susan, but did not go into details about the situation. I didn't want to breach patient confidentiality laws. "I cringe when I think of your at that frat party. I wish I could go back in time and rescue you." "Me, too." "I think about what could happen to Ken." I felt that helping Ken was like helping myself - that college student half-naked at the frat party. I think Jena sensed that as well. She was so tender and sympathetic and I reacted to that as well. Sunday night when we went to bed I walked out of the bathroom in a babydoll and panties. Jena was on the bed naked except for her strap-on dildo. "What's going on?" I asked. "I want you to go through what you did with Ken last time and I'm not doing this to be nosey. I'm curious, but this is between your therapist, Ken, and yourself. I just want you to feel comfortable." "You know you might have to do more than touch it and kiss it," Jena said. "I thought about that." "What are you going to do?" "Susan said to hold him in my mouth and slide my hand up and down his shaft. Just as long as I didn't suck it wouldn't be a blowjob." "I guess, technically speaking, she is correct." We practiced that technique. Afterwards, Jena asked how I felt. "Do you feel more comfortable?" "Yeah, I do," I said. "I appreciate your support on this. I wouldn't do it if you didn't want me to, but, then again, I'd feel guilty if he did anything rash like attempt suicide again." "You've really become connected with Ken, haven't you?" "I've been thinking about that, too," I said. "I don't know if I'm connected to Ken or the responsibility I have now. It reminds me of when I first started working for the newspaper and was scared when I realized whatever I wrote affected those who read it. If I tipped my story on way - like saying the referees made some suspect calls - then people work think the school got ripped off. Or if I slant one of my stories at a town meeting, I could affect the outcome of a vote. When Monday rolled around, I left for work at Susan's. I went and no one was waiting in the waiting room. Bridgette told me to follow her to Susan's office and that Susan's had blocked off the rest of the afternoon and evening for my training and Ken's session. We entered the office and Susan sat behind her desk with a laptop. It was connected to a projector that was aimed at a wide screen. "Have a seat," Susan said to Bridgette and told me that I could start changing. I must have seemed hesitant. "Hey, we are colleagues. We've seen you in various states of undress. We have work to do." She was right and I knew it, but still, when I was changing, I felt a bit self-conscious when I slid down my lace briefs to put on something sexier. "I received a phone call from Ken asking if we were still on for tonight," Susan told me as I pulled up my lavender satin thong and adjusted myself. "He told me that he did have an altercation with his mother after he told her of the last session." I slipped on my garterbelt. "So how do we proceed?" I asked. "Just as we planned?" "That's what I think," Susan said. "I have a few videos I found online that we can look at while you finishing dressing." "I like the lavender underwear," Bridgette said, "With the lavender thong, garterbelt and hose. You have such great taste." "Thank you," I smiled. I finished dressing as we watched the videos while Susan and Bridgette gave me pointers. I wore a long plaid skirt that reached my ankles and a white blouse with long sleeves with tons of lace around the cuffs, front buttons, and collar. I finished with three-inch heels. "So do you think you can do all that?" Susan asked. "Wow! That's a lot to take in." "If you are not up for the challenge of helping Ken who has had a terrible week, please let us know." "I'm nervous," I said. "This is a little more than I did before." Bridgette explained, "Well, actually it's not. You are just taking each thing you did a step further." "I guess that's one of looking at it." My right knee bounced nervously as I finished up my makeup and putting on my brunette wig. "Oh my," Bridgette said. "You are nervous. Look at your hand shake. Let me help me with your makeup." "As I said before," Susan said, "keep talking to him and make him feel wanted and interested. Remember don't call Ken by name. Use terms of endearment like Babe, Baby, Cutie, Cutiepie, Dear, Dollface, Honey, Love, Lover, Pumpkin, Sugar, Sunshine, Sweetie or Sweetheart." As Bridgette finished my eyeliner, Susan asked, "What term do you think will be most effective with Ken?" I thought for a moment. "Love. I mean, his mother has been does give him love and I'm, in a way, am his mother giving him love." "I agree, but I think Lover, Babe, Baby, and Sweetheart will be effective as well." Bridgette held up a mirror. "How did I do?" "You did a great job," I said. "I look mature with a touch of slutty." "Kind of what I was going for." I sat there nervously, "How long before Ken shows up?" "About fifteen minutes," Susan said. She handed me the script we worked on earlier. "Why don't you review this?" I looked it over as Susan pulled a bottle of wine from her bottom drawer and poured me a glass. "Why don't you drink this? It'll help to calm you." I drank it pretty quickly so she poured me another glass. That's when we heard the front door open and close. "Showtime," Bridgette smiled. "I'll go out and talk to Ken while you sneak out to the restroom. Then I'll bring him into the office to get him ready and talk to him. Then we'll come and get you." I did as I was told. After about ten minutes after Bridgette sent Ken into the office, she came out and met me in the hallway. "Still nervous?" "Extremely. I don't want to fail Ken or either of you." "Don't worry about us," she said, "and, as far as Ken goes, since your first session with him, he hasn't talked about suicide. If we aren't successful and he does return to suicidal thoughts, it won't be your fault anymore than our fault." "I think you made me more nervous." "Sorry," Bridgette said. She then reached in her pocket and handed me a pill. "Take this. It will calm you more than the wine." "Is it safe?" "Very safe." I took the pill and followed her into Susan's office. I smiled at Ken and licked my lips just as I was instructed. This was all scripted so I didn't really have to worry about what to do thanks to Susan and Bridgette. They were lifesavers - literally. I sat down next to Ken. "It's good seeing you again, Love. I thought about you since our last session." He smiled nervously. I took his hand in mine. My red fingernails looked so feminine in his large hands. I turned to Bridgette and Susan as scripted. "Can you give us a few minutes to chat alone?" "Why?" Ken asked nervously. "Trust me." Susan and Bridgette left. I turned to Ken. "I was thinking of you in two ways. I thought of you as someone I want to help and feel better. I also..." I paused theatrically, but was very nervous about my next few lines. "I also have been thinking about your big cock. I've been thinking about having your big cock in my hand. I've been thinking about licking it and having it in my mouth. You seem to have awakened a desire in me. Does that bother you?" "No," he whispered. "I just wanted you to know that and I couldn't say that in front of Bridgette and Susan. I work for them so this has to be clinical for them. Do you understand that?" "Yes." "I'm also a patient as well. I'm a crossdresser and I'm realizing that I like cock. I like your big cock. Let me take control and then later on if you want to continue I'll let you take control if you want." Susan wanted me to say that to lure him into thinking the same thoughts about himself. "Is that okay with you?" "Yes, it's okay." "Do you like me?" "Yes." "I like you a lot, too." I leaned forward and rested my head on his lap. I lifted his hand to my lips and kissed his fingers. Everything went just as scripted. Even Ken's responses were dead-on what we expected. Soon, Bridgette and Susan walked in. "Is everything okay?" I winked and said, "Perfect" A few minutes later, Ken was without his pants or panties with a semi- hard cock. I stood and did a strip tease down to my lavender undies. When I knelt between his legs, my head was swooning. I was feeling feminine and sexy and wonderful. "Lover, I hope I can make you forget about your difficult week," I giggled. I wasn't scripted to giggle, but between the wine and what Bridgette gave me I was feeling wonderful. His cock needed lubrication so I took it into my mouth and slid down on it several times before removing it with a giggle. I began stroking it again. I giggled some more and finally saw a slight grin from his face. Then I began to work on his balls just as we scripted. I gently held his soft cock as I tickled his balls with my tongue. My efforts were reinforced when I heard him moan. I took his left testicle into my mouth and sucked gently. Then I did the same with the right. After that, I worked my way up to the base of his cock and began licking the length of his cock with my tongue flat. That's when we had another breakthrough. Ken reached up and began to caress my arm as it rested on his hip. I instinctively looked up at Bridgette and Susan with my eyes as I continued to lick his cock. They smiled, trying not to alarm Ken. I needed to lubricate Ken so I could stroke him with my hand. I took his soft cock into my mouth without touching it with my hands. I let the saliva build and coated him as I moved my mouth up and down. That's when I began to feel it grow - in my mouth. Again, I gave a quick glance to Bridgette and Susan. Susan motioned for me to talk to Ken. "Wow, Baby!" I moaned with a little giggle. "You're getting bigger. I love it." The corner of his mouth turned up slightly. After lubing him, I began stroking his cock with my right hand while keeping the tip in my mouth flicking my tongue over it. I did this for about 3-4 minutes before sensing that he was getting softer, so I returned to sliding my mouth up and down his cock. His cock began to get harder again. I picked up my speed, bobbing up and down more rapidly. This wasn't scripted, but alertly Susan had told me that I, at some point, would probably have to improvise. She seemed to always have my back. I slowed my speed and began sliding further down on his cock, until the tip touched the back of my throat. "Honey, I love your cock," I said after pulling away for a second, but kept stroking him with my hand. I giggled, "This is fun, Sweetie." I returned to sliding my mouth up and down his cock for another ten minutes before I leaned back and looked to Susan as scripted, then back to Ken. "Lover, would you like to simulate sex?" "Not sure. Like intercourse." "Sort of, Love. Would you like to have intercourse with my mouth, Honey? I'll lie on my back and you can fuck my mouth. Sort like you are doing now Lover, but in a different position." Bridgette jumped up and spread a blanket on the floor and I laid down. Ken knelt over me with his hard cock hanging over my face. I took it with my hand and guided him into my mouth. He began to slide himself in and out. Literally, fucking my mouth. What a breakthrough! We were simulating intercourse! This continued for about 7-8 minutes before he stopped and leaned back. "Honey, what's wrong?" I asked. "I thought I'd give you as break." "That's so sweet," I cooed, "but I want your cock. You can keep fucking my mouth. In fact, I want you to fuck my mouth, Lover." Ken leaned forward and began fucking my mouth again. I thought that maybe I wasn't showing enough enthusiasm so I began raising my head to meet him and, even though it was against Susan's rules, I started sucking his cock. Within minutes, Ken pulled his cock from my mouth. "What, Honey?" "I'm about ready to cum." I began stroking his cock. "Oh, please cum all over my face," I pleaded as scripted. We weren't sure if it would get to this point. "Reward me with your cum." He moaned and his cum shot out and in four big shots. The first hit my forehead. The second hit my left eye and cheek. The third hit my nose and upper lip. The last covered my lips. Instinctively, he apologized as he leaned back to the side of me. I had to lick the cum from my lips to speak. "Don't be sorry, Honey. That's my reward. The more the better and that's a lot of cum." I sat up and smiled at Susan and Bridgette. I wanted to scream that we did it, but instead I leaned forward and began licking the drips of cum from his cock. I realized this wasn't following the script so I sat back up. Susan was standing over us. "No, continue," she said with a wink. "We will continue the session when you are finished. I licked him for another few minutes before sitting up with a giggle. Ken and I stood. He sat back down on the sofa. "Bridgette is going to help Stephanie to clean up." As scripted, I said, "Susan, can I do something to show my babe how much I like my reward." "Sure," she said. With my fingers, I began wiping his semen from my face and licking my fingers clean. Ken smiled. I followed Bridgette out the door to the next office. "We did it!" I shouted. "He simulated sex with a man. He fucked my mouth." "And he had an orgasm." "On my face! I couldn't believe it." "So what was with cleaning his cock?" she asked with a sly grin. "I guess I was improvising. It seemed like the thing to do." She handed me a cloth to wash my face and then help me to reapply my makeup. "You might want to get rid of that before we go back in," she said, pointing to my little erection. "We don't want to scare him off." I jerked off and came in the tissue. "Are we going to go until nine?" I asked. "That's two hours. We weren't supposed to do that so quick." "You were so eager to get him into your mouth, I think," she grinned. "I was nervous. I didn't want him to lose interest before we got started." "Last week you were timid about having him in your mouth. What was the difference?" "Ken. He sounded like he needed the attention. I just swallowed my pride and stepped out of my comfort zone." "And what was with the sucking?" she asked as we walked back to Susan's office. "Improvising." "We'll don't worry. You can suck all you want now. Once you break that rule there's no going back." "Are you ready? Still nervous?" "Not as bad. Do you have another pill?" She handed one to me. "Remember you have two hours. Take your time and concentrated on what you are doing. Forget about us." We walked in and I smiled at Ken. "Don't you miss me, Lover?" "Yes," he smiled. He seemed more at ease. "I told Ken that you were going to lick and hold him in your mouth while we continue the rest of our session as normal." "Can I suck?" I asked. "I sucked when he was fucking my mouth." "If you so desire." I knelt down between his legs. I began to lick and suck his cock as they talked. It did it in the manner Susan instructed me - in a loving and tender manner. I licked and kissed. I pressed my face into his lap and rubbed his tired, soft cock against my cheeks, nose, and across my closed eyelids. They began discussing Ken's rough week. He told his mother about our session and she was upset, but then I lost track of what they were saying twenty minutes into the session when he began to get hard. "Awww," I cooed. I began sucking it more around the tip and underneath the shaft. I nursed it to get it harder and harder. Closing my eyes as I nibbled. I rested my head on his tummy and flicked my tongue over the tip. Ken's hand touched my back and caressed me up and down my back. I looked right a Susan and Bridgette, who could not react because they were facing Ken, and grinned widely. I could feel Ken tense. I started to suck faster and faster. "Stephanie. Stephanie. Stephanie." I thought I heard my name, but thought that it was in my head as well. Then Bridgette knelt down next to me. "Stephanie," she grinned. "We were calling your name." "Really," I said, a bit embarrassed. "I guess I was concentrating." "It's been two hours." "Really? I thought it was about an hour at most." "Do you want to finish him off? I think he has a request." I looked up at him. "Honey, you have a request?" "Can I come in your mouth?" "I would love that, Lover." I went back to sucking. I bobbed faster and faster. Then I felt his hands on my head. He was actually guiding me. Ken was taking initiative. Then he moaned loudly and squirt his cum into my mouth. I swallowed it down. "How was that, Honey-bunny?" "Wonderful," he sighed. Again, unscripted, I licked and cleaned him, but this time I giggled like I couldn't get enough. "Okay, that's enough," Susan said. "Stephanie, why don't you leave for a few minutes with Bridgette and I'll talk with Ken." We left and went out to the hall. "Want to step out back for a breath of fresh air?" she asked me. "Not like this." "Oh, there's no one out there. Just the creek in the back. No houses," she laughed. I followed her out and she was right. No houses and just the creek. But I was just wearing a bra, garterbelt, hose, and heels. When she sat on a small along the backside of the little patio, the nightlight flicked on and I covered myself causing Bridgette to smile. "You were something in there," she said. "If you didn't tell me, I would have thought that you did that before." "I guess I've watched more porn than I should." Bridgette chuckled. "It's getting cold," I said. "I don't have any clothes on." "They should be finished." We went in and Ken was gone. "Well," Susan smiled, "you worked your magic again." I grinned. "Just trying to do my part." "He was caressing you. He rubbed your cheek and caressed you back. That's so marvelous. I didn't think we could rebound like that." "Well, some of those things you were saying to Ken during the second half of the session. When Ken and I were chatting and you were showing him some tenderness." I was confused. "I don't remember saying much." "You said a great deal and it made Ken a believer." "I still don't know what you mean." "We do have everything recorded." "You record everything?" "It never leaves this office. It just to cover us and to review on occasion." Susan clicked on the projector and hit play. There I was bigger than life. I looked beautiful. I was holding Ken's cock in my hand, looking at it deeply and kissing. "Lover, I would suck your cock anytime you wanted me to. I love doing this so much." I could hear them talking about Ken's mother when I stopped sucking. "Sweetheart, during our next session can we just have a suck session? I wish we could have two sessions a week. I really want two sessions a week." Then I went back to sucking and licking. Susan fast forwarded it and I was sucking him as Susan and Ken chatted. I rubbed his cock all over my face. Then I dabbed my tongue on the tip of his cock and took in a bubble of precum. I didn't remember that either. Then I said, "You taste so wonderful. I could do this all day. I love this." I then I took his cock back into my mouth and you could see my eyes rolls back into my head. In another part I was sucking on Ken's tool staring in his eyes for about ten minutes without flinching before saying, "I want to be your suck queen." I was shocked. "I don't remember saying that." "Don't let it upset you," Susan said. "You were in the moment and I think pleasing a man orally makes you feel feminine. It usually does." "It makes me feel feminine," Bridgette said. Susan continued, "Don't read too much into all that. You were doing and saying what was needed to help Ken. Do you know what Ken said to me before he left?" "What?" "He said, 'I think I'm gay.'" "That's incredible!" Bridgette howled. "You're convincing him, Stephanie." "I don't think it's going to take much more to convince him," Susan added. "So why did I show you the video? Ken said he needs two sessions a week and I'm worried about his suicidal past if he doesn't get two a week, but then I hate being held hostage by a client. Do you think Ken needs two sessions a week?" "Well," I said, "if he wants to sessions a week, I don't see why not." "Okay, that brings us to the next point. He wants you there giving him oral attention for these three-hours sessions twice a week." "Oh, no," I said. "Don't worry," Susan said. "There's something much deeper going on her than just helping Ken. "I mean that you need to show some validity in your crossdressing. That is more than just a thing that you do. That maybe there's a reason for it." "You really think so?" "Of course, I do," she said. "Now, do you have an opening on Friday?"