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Weakling
By
Christie Brown
It had been a couple of months since Bill had done anything but treat me
like a lady and make love to me like a wife instead of fucking me like a
mistress the asshole! I was getting bored and feeling frustrated. He was
practically treating me like a surrogate wife which to be honest must be a
dreary existence being a wife I mean. I tried dressing sexy, or slutty, or
like a business woman in a suit, then in a costume as a maid, but really the
only time his eyes sparkled was when I was dressed like some suburban
housewife in jeans, Heels and a tight top with my hair in a ponytail. Don't
get me wrong I looked sexy but gawd how boring.
I was feeling increasingly frustrated, he made me like this, he was the one
that supposedly wanted it but now it felt like I was changed but I was also
stunted. I was feeling like he did this to me on a whim and didn't have the
cojones to be what he said he was, when really he just wanted a
mistress/wife with something extra.
Fuck Bill, I was thinking as I waited for my co-workers to return with our
drinks. Yea I actually do a few things as Stacey and drinks with the guys
once in a while is one of them. We were laughing and talking but inside I
was just getting madder and madder at the bastard.
About the time I returned to the table with our second round my phone
started buzzing and I reached into my pocket, while for the umpteenth time I
wished/fantasized I was reaching into my purse to retrieve it.
I must have grimaced when I looked at the screen because Harry said "Whats
up?"
I replied, "Just a minute I gotta take this"
As I answered, all the feelings of betrayal, lust, hurt, need, were bubbling
through my brain, butterflies were filling my stomach, my six pack yes I
have a six pack I work out like a she devil from hell involuntarily clenched
as I dragged the icon across the screen.
"Hello?"
"Taci?"
"Yes, Hi Bill"
"Taci, why do you sound like that?"
Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit he was going to do something by happenstance that
I dreaded, hoped for, feared, fantasized about, without knowing he had done
it or did he? Certainly Bill knew that I occasionally go out for drinks with
co-workers.
Had I said something in our last session or at my apartment? I couldn't
remember but it was definitely possible and there were of course the rules;
always be feminine except for therapy sessions, never ignore a call from him
which as rare as they were wasn't much of a burden, always be courteous and
lady like even as Stacey.
That last might sound odd but in Bill's interpretation which I of course
have to subscribe to as well it just means being pleasant, smiling readily,
not being aggressive actually being somewhat passive but no door mat.
I knew what my answer was going to be but the butterflies of tension,
anticipation, fear, relief, were still flooding my stomach and brain. I
glanced at Jody she hadn't looked at me when I answered my phone, but I knew
she, Harry, everyone would when I answered Bill.
I might be able to bluff my way out of this, say it was for a play like I
did with Wendy's boyfriend of course it didn't work that time so... Oh god, oh
god, oh god Bill was going to inadvertently out me with my unwilling help! I
had spent all these years fantasizing about being out and open, but even in
sessions Bill had discouraged it. In fact when I think about it he actually
heightened my fear and revulsion of being a man in a dress.
But right now in this moment all of it, my fears, desires, revulsion, hope,
were in those butterflies driving me to speak. Once I did there would be
questions, lots of questions and probably ostracism.
As Taci I answered, "I'm at Classic Pizza on High street with the guys
Bill."
I think I just about finished the whole sentence before everyone was staring
at me. You need to understand over all these years I've cultivated quite the
female voice, it's totally convincing and even in normal conversation very
sexy, think Kathleen Turner and you have a good idea of what I can sound
like.
I know I was flushed my face and chest turning red as I continued.
"How are you, is there anything wrong?"
I could hear or feel at least I imagined I did the change in his voice when
he answered at least if you can hear relief and satisfaction in a voice. I
could tell for sure that he was a little drunk though.
"Get that tight little ass home then and I want you dressed for a thorough
debauch. I'll see you in a couple of hours, after this fund raiser ends."
Then he was gone the connection dropped. Whoa, that sounded like the Bill
I'd been created for! My emotions were racing, scattering, I could feel my
legs trembling from everything I was feeling and the position I was still in
my co-workers looking at me.
I was glancing at everyone, Jodie's mouth was agape.
"Um, um ah...I've"
Jody looked me in the eye and said, "What the hell?
Apparently she was going to be the lead interrogator. I had suddenly felt I
had no choice I was probably going to end up on the outside and once they
talked at work unemployed as well.
I shifted back to Stacey's voice and answered.
"I'm a transvestite and that was a friend who helps me with it."
Jody continued with all the questions I expected transvestite, transsexual,
gay, straight, how long, how often? Etc.
I explained how I actually completely transformed myself but really couldn't
quite pass so I kept it mostly to myself I explained that the easiest
explanation for how far I went in my transition was to call me a Female
Impersonator that I preferred that to trans anything.
I lied about my sexuality I'm not sure why but I did. It was Harry who
really seemed to take charge as the questions and answers started to drain
away. My eyes welled up with tears as I heard what he was saying to me,
noticing the nods of agreement I knew he was speaking for everyone.
"Look Stacey, you're still the same person who we all hope picks up the
phone when we call IT for help. I mean god at least you actually care unlike
most of the rest of them. If you want this to be kept quiet that's no
problem if you want to be more out about it, that's fine too. I have to say
though, that it makes sense to me now, after all you do look kind of
effeminate most of the time."
With that last sentence I noticed a couple of nods of agreement. I thought
maybe I'm a little more androgynous than I believed I was?
Jody reached across the table and patted my hand saying, "Stacey, its kinda
weird but it's cool it's your life and well you're a good person so no
worries."
She was laughing when she finished by saying, "But if you show your skinny
ass self up in the same outfit as me, I'm gonna go all medieval on you."
I explained that I needed to go, that the telephone call had been about
getting together with my friend. Passing out the door onto the sidewalk on
High street I started silently crying, tears running down my cheeks, it was
a cry of relief and anticipation my anus was practically pulsing thinking
about what Bill had said.
I hurried across the street and the couple of blocks back to my little
apartment on the edge of German Village. Reveling in the emotional relief,
anticipating the sexual relief (thank god) and putting together my outfit in
my mind's eye.
As I approached our shared door I noted that Wendy's car wasn't home, I
opened and left unlocked the lower door and rushed up the stairs into my
apartment.
Bill was definitely coming over for sex so classic sex kitten, garters,
hose, panties, padded bra, patent spike heeled pumps, all in black. I was
thinking I wanted to pretend my paramour had startled me as I was getting
dressed for an evening out.
Dramatic smoky eyes with lots of black liner, bright red nails, lips and
while he wouldn't see them toes. Tease and fluff my dark hair looking in the
mirror I saw a somewhat trashy, sexy creature of course my hips were too
skinny but and yes even without that the shape of my face and my six pack
still totally gave me away as an impersonator.
I was sitting at my dinner table/vanity, sipping some bourbon and playing
with my make up when Bill walked in. I hadn't heard the lower door or him
walking up the steps so I jumped from being startled as he walked in my
place which gave me a thrill because of the scenario I'd been running
through my head.
Standing up and turning which unfortunately had me looking down into Bill's
eyes I said, "Darling, can I pour you a drink?"
I could see Bill's eyes sparkling as he drank in my appearance.
Bill replied, "Yes, yes, give me a double of what you are having, it is
bourbon right?"
"Shure Bill why don't you relax on the futon while I pour it for you."
Turning away I splayed my legs slightly and bent at the waist keeping said
legs straight I reached for the bottle of Jack that sat on the lower shelf
of the cart that acted as my pantry. I knew from long practice that this
pose or movement gave a slight impression of hips and was sexy as all hell
from behind me.
Stepping over to my kitchen I tipped a long pour into a tumbler for Bill.
As I approached him I said, "Bill Darling, I don't think I've ever seen you
in a tux, what was the fund raiser for?"
As I handed him his drink and sat beside him, being careful to sexily cross
my legs as I sat back. He replied "Never mind, it was a snooze fest at least
there was an open bar," he chortled.
I hadn't really even settled back against the futon, when Bill's voice sent
me into a tizzy of sexual excitement, god oh god it had been how long? It
didn't matter I knew I was going to get the whipping and fuck of the year
when I heard him, the butterflies fled, when my stomach started flexing and
somersaulting again.
"Taci, we have rules for a reason and answering my call that way is verboten
yes?" I nodded as he continued.
"Get that ass up on the bed."
I gulped and rose to do what he told me to do. I heard him toss back his
whole drink as I stood and walked into my bedroom. My whole being was
vibrating from the anticipation of release, real sexual release.
Bill had changed me so much that even when I fucked one of my "boyfriends"
with my favorite toy wrapped behind my jewels and buried deep in my ass I
didn't generally cum anymore it had become rare and weak, just a dribble of
slimy fluid.
The only quick and/or easy way for me to reliably cum was masturbating with
my toy and clamping ridiculously painful screw on clamps on my nipples. The
mixture of unadulterated pain and that steel plug massaging my prostate
worked but otherwise even that left me feeling hollow and not really
fulfilled.
As I got into position I knew tonight was going to be different, I was going
to get not just what I crave but what I need Bill whipping and fucking me
treating me as his debauched mistress. Not some wanna be semi housewife.
Hearing him come into the room and start pulling the chain up from the foot
of the bed almost made my head explode, fuck yes, yes, yes!
Without touching me Bill sat on the side of the bed saying, "Just a minute I
need to rest for a moment."
What was I hearing, rest? What the fuck? I looked at Bill as he sat back a
little and lay on his side next to me then rolling onto his back.
He said, "Just a moment." as he looked over at me. "Don't move Taci, I want
to look at you as you submit to me."
At the word submit I swear I would have cum if I hadn't suddenly noticed how
drunk he was. Shit he must have been plastered when he got here and I'd
given him even more. His eyes blinked a couple times then stayed shut, he
was snoring in less than a minute.
I stifled a scream of pure rage and hatred when I realized what had just
happened the fuck had just passed out on my bed leaving me so sexually
frustrated I could have strangled a kitten. I slumped onto the bed and
sobbed in my rage. I hated him for the first time in my life I understood
true hate, not dislike actual homicidal hate.
I climbed over him and stood at the side of the bed, I was feeling wired
like a speed freak looking down at him the rage and hurt burning through me.
I looked down at myself dressed like this I actually felt powerful sure my
body can't pass without padding but some guys live for a someone like me.
Ok, motherfucker I thought, you are out of my life tonight is it. I quickly
stripped Bill and shackled him into what is normally my position strapping
the hated oversized gag/dildo into place and waited for him to wake.
I know I dozed off but was awake when a few hours later he woke blinking his
eyes then seeing his position started screaming ineffectually into the gag
the sound coming out as a very low volume hiss. I knew from my "boyfriend"
Ted and a few others that they saw fucking an ass as normal sexuality but
that being penetrated meant you were a perverted fag. I was guessing but
pretty sure that Bill felt that way too. It was how he maintained the
fiction of a healthy marriage in his mind.
I looked at him and said, "Darling, you are going to make yourself hoarse if
you carry on like that"
It didn't stop him but It's not like I'm evil so I had to try. I stood and
stripped off my panties, they were over my garters the way a good mistress,
girlfriend or wife for that matter wears them. Stepping over to my dresser I
opened a lower drawer and removed my toy. It's a stainless steel cock ring
welded to a very large very heavy specially shaped butt plug. Once it's in
place it's so tight it can maintain an erection even after I cum and the
curve of the plug massages my prostate when I thrust. Trust me it's the
sexual equivalent of Heroin.
Bill had never seen it before because of course till now he was a top. He
just stared as I put it on slipping everything into place, the ring is kind
of painful getting it over one jewel at a time. Once I had it all in place
he seemed to realize what it was for and what I was doing.
He started screaming again and just as ineffectually pulling at the
shackles.
"Darling, darling," I said as I stepped over to the bed. "You are going to
hurt yourself and I want to do that!"
I reached out and removed his belt from the pants I had left on the beside
chair. His eyes were looking Michelle Bachman crazy when I started swinging
that belt. He was screaming, jerking and thrashing about I don't' know why
but I stopped before I injured his skin it wasn't a conscious decision it
was just something I did maybe my newly awakening self was already at work.
Panting heavily I stepped back and looked over at the full length mirror.
God I looked hot staring at myself I did something I'd never done before I
mentally stripped away all the lingerie and was fascinated seeing my very
lean lightly muscled almost masculine body. I wanted Bill to see this so I
stripped off my bra stepping back to the bed he had to be seeing a male body
approaching, he was jerking even harder now.
I didn't say a word as I climbed up on the bed positioning myself behind him
I could just reach the lube on the nightstand which I liberally applied to
us both Bill froze when he felt me massaging his ass hole. I had to stroke
myself to attention but once I was I jammed it all the way in and starting
thrusting as hard and fast as I could, every time my jewels slapped that fat
white ass the plug did its work in my ass on my prostate.
Bill was jerking, bouncing and screaming so violently I probably could have
stopped and just ridden his exertions. With all this commotion it was only a
few minutes before I could feel it coming, I was looking down at Bill when
he turned his face to the left and I could see if for the first time since
getting behind him. It was so red it almost scared me off him but then I
started cumming, oh god I'd not felt this good fucking someone since before
Bill. Suddenly Bill went stopped moving and went stiff, then collapsing down
and forward so fast I fell out of his ass before I was even done.
I could still see his face but his eye looked weird kind of glazed. I
started to panic thinking he was dead but then I heard a low grumbling
breathing. I quickly climbed down and undid his shackles and removed the gag
he seemed to be trying to roll over so I helped him onto his back. Now I
could see one eye looked a mess but the other was clear. His mouth was
moving like he was trying to speak but he wasn't making any coherent sound.
It came to me when I looked at his face he'd had a pretty severe stroke. The
hatred and rage came flowing back through me, my revenge might come to
nothing, he might not ever remember what I had done to him, deflowered him
like the little weakling I now knew him to be.
The twin dark emotions overcame me and I leaned forward and slapped him
across the face slowly at first but then harder and faster I stopped before
I left a bruise and the jerk didn't raise a hand to defend himself because
he couldn't.
I glanced back at the mirror again and saw something that changed me
forever. I had a slight smile on my pretty red painted lips, it was a
beautiful feminine smile, a completely female smile. The rage and hatred
started feeling in control as I thought of what was going to happen in the
next few minutes, hours and the days that followed. I was right the pathetic
little weakling would be out of my life and hair forever and I could move
on.
I spoke to him, "Bill you seem to have had a stroke so you need some help
should I call your wife?"
He gurgled at that, but it like all the other sounds he was making was
unintelligible.
I flashed that new female smile at him and continued. "I'll help and not
call your wife."
It was hard but I managed to get him dressed back into his tux and back out
to the futon. Bill was completely unable to move of his own volition,
actually it's a surprise to me that he could even breath or move his mouth.
I had him in place and he sort of slid down so that he was half sitting half
leaning.
Once he was in position I returned to my bedroom removed my toy, changed my
garter belt for a white satin one, put on a matching satin padded bra,
changed to tan stalking's and nude pumps then put on a trashy sequined
evening frock it's a pale orange skin tight with a sheath skirt that goes
all the way to the bottom of a four inch heel I had bought it for a
Halloween when I went as Ginger from Gilligan's Island. I glanced in the
mirror and saw exactly what I wanted a cheap looking woman dressed for a
fund raiser.
The weakling hadn't moved so I went about the last of my preparations. I
unzipped Bill and pulled him out I could see his good eye following me and
of course more of his gurgling I quickly stroked him to life and stood up. I
bent down and pulled the hem of my dress up to my waist and tucked it into
my garter belt.
With a sweet sound to my voice I said. "Bill I hope you like this I wouldn't
be surprised if it's the last one you'll ever have." I turned and carefully
sat down onto Bill's hard on. I was still lubed so that wasn't a problem, I
bounced gently up and down listening to Bill gurgle finally it changed a
little it became more of a grunt and I rose up so he spewing in me, all over
my ass and onto his own pants before he was soft I sat back down a wiggled
my ass around spreading more seaman around his fly. Finished I stood up
grabbed my phone and called 911.
In Taci mode but with a totally flat effect, no panic, no emotion I said,
"It's Bill we were being..."
I heard, "Mam what's wrong?"
"It's Bill he's had a stroke I can't get him up he seems unable to move."
"Mam, is he breathing?"
"Yes"
"Ok, what is your address?"
I gave it to the operator and then she said. "I need you to stay on the
phone while the ambulance is on its way."
"I can't," I said and hung up.
The whole time I'd been watching Bill his good eye following along. After
hanging up I sat at my table and worked on my face, I was done in under five
minutes just in time for the ambulance. I had changed the lipstick to
something more appropriate for my new outfit fixed up my eyes and powdered
everything to set it.
I heard the siren then banging on the door downstairs, I stood and opened my
door then sat back at what is essentially my vanity and screamed in Stacey's
voice, "It's open." I heard the door and then the sounds of them charging up
the stairs and into my living room. Those ambo guys see a lot of weird shit,
so I was working to make it way weirder than normal so they'd spend days
talking about it, getting the word out about what Bill was.
I still had my back to them when they said, "Mam, where...?"
Another voice said, "Joe he's right here, help me get his pulse."
I waited a moment without turning listening to the paramedics.
"Oh shit look at that pupil it's totally blown no wonder he can't move."
"Phil look at this..."
Finally I turned when I heard, "Mam?"
I could see that the one called Joe was pointing at the cum stain around
Bill's fly.
With my new gorgeous feminine smile I said in Stacey's voice. "We, Bill and
I were being amorous when he went rigid" I said it in the same flat
emotionless manner I'd used on the phone. At the same time I stood up and
faced them, with my skirt hiked up there was no missing my cock and jewels
hanging over the front of my panties.
I immediately switched back to Taci and continued. "I stood up just as he
was cumming and..."
The one called Phil interrupted me saying "Sir, ah, Mam, ah Mam" While
looking back and forth between me and the one called Joe.
Joe interrupted Phil and said. "Mam, we need to get this man, Bill's his
name? to the hospital pronto."
"Yes it's Bill, I need... I need to change."
"Mam"
"It's Taci, my name is Taci"
"Ok, Taci, there's no time just pull your dress down and get moving if you
want to ride along with Bill."
I did as Joe had said and once again I looked like a cheap woman wearing
cheap evening clothes. The hallway was too small for their gurney so they
lifted Bill carefully and carried him down the stairs to the waiting
ambulance. I followed along and climbed in back with Bill and Phil.
I knew normally only family would be allowed to ride along, but the dress
had worked the way I wanted the paramedics had certainly noticed that Bill
was in a tux and that my dress was an evening dress and had jumped to the
conclusion that we were a legitimate couple because obviously we had been
out together somewhere fancy.
We raced off to Mt. Carmel and into the Emergency room. They put me in the
waiting room where I was getting a lot of stares, remember I don't pass so I
was very much a focus of attention for other patients and loved ones.
Finally a nurse came and found me and asked me to start filling out paper
work for Bill. The dress and the tux had worked their magic together just as
well at the hospital as at my apartment. But I told her that I didn't know
any of the information needed that she would have to call his wife and gave
her the number.
It was getting close to dawn when the nurse had approached me and after
giving her the number I asked if I could see Bill. I was let's say over
joyed when another nurse lead me to the ER bay where he was being treated.
Just like on TV he had tubes all over the place and was hooked up to god
knows what types of monitors. He still couldn't move on his own or talk
coherently I patiently waited by his side.
Finally I was rewarded with the last part of my revenge. As his wife entered
I rapidly stood and whispered into his ear.
"Bill, you made me into this."
He grunted in response and I quickly covered his mouth with mine giving him
a last long deep kiss. I could hear his wife groan and as I straightened up
and turned to face her I swear she almost had a heart attack when she saw
what I really was.
I walked past her and was able to get a nurse to call me a cab. That was the
last time I ever saw the weakling or his wife.
I shivered a release of tension as I sat back into the cab and told the
cabbie my address.
After getting home I slept almost 24 hours. All the emotional turmoil and
acting had shattered me, but I felt free when I woke in my bed alone and
naked. Lying there I worked out the last step I had planned when I had seen
that gorgeous feminine smile in the mirror.
I appreciate any feedback. If you've read my other stories hopefully you'll
notice I'm trying to create my own little logical universe with characters
who may or may not show up in each other's stories. That said I'm happy
with the progression of this story but this isn't how I had seen this
character evolving. Logical inconsistencies point them out please, bad
punctuation I'm working on it.
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