The Three Faces Of Evan
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The new arrangement went on for a few weeks. Evan was drawn more and more
deeply into his Eve persona, being coaxed to act feminine all the time at
home, wear panties even at work, and assume 'wifely' chores around the
house. Tyra also insisted on plucking his eyebrows. She chided him for
being silly when he resisted and said it would only be a conservative
change. She thinned them and narrowed the outside ends. It wasn't a big
difference and yet it registered with everyone who saw him. Usually they
weren't even sure what was drawing their attention, but that didn't stop
them from knowing something looked odd. At work, that gay guy from
accounting kept trying to start conversations with him.
Tyra wasn't done. She also wanted him to go to a hair stylist. "But I
don't want to," he insisted, not sounding very insistent. "I mean, what's
wrong with the way it looks now?" "What's wrong," she told him, "is that
it's not the way I want it to look." She cupped his chin in the palm of
her hand. "It's not right for my sweet Eve. And you DID promise to go
along with any changes I asked for." He didn't put up any fight. That
Saturday, early, she had him at a place called Nu Yu. He was consoled to
see several hairdressers who were all female. And young. And pretty.
Some of his old male ego reasserted itself. Until his wife took him by
the arm and led him to the last chair in the row, where a male stylist
waited, although the term 'male' might not be exactly correct. He was
tall and slender, with long waved hair and obvious touches of cosmetics.
Tyra steered her husband to the seat and pushed him onto it.
Half an hour later, after much cooing and lots of touching by the
hairdresser of ears, cheeks, and neck, it was done. Evan had a new unisex
hairdo, parted on the side, slightly curled at the ends, with a streak of
blond in the front that was only a single shade lighter than his normal
color. The effect was much more visible than his modified eyebrows. He
left the shop feeling like he had been put on exhibition. Tyra said she
was hungry and picked a sidewalk caf? for them to eat at. He hated being
out there where every passerby could spot him and do a brief double-take.
She took her time ordering, eating, and finishing her second cup of
coffee. Evan shifted around on his seat the entire time. They finally
went back to the parking lot to get their car. The young male attendant
hadn't gazed openly at Tyra when they arrived but now, with Evan looking
even less manly, he gave her a second and third glance. She smiled at him
flirtatiously.
At home she had her husband strip in the den. Then he had to undress her
while she talked about the sex he could expect. He said hesitantly,
"Dear, I just wanted to mention that... well... ever since we started this
role playing... I haven't actually gotten to, you know, penetrate you."
"Awww." She sounded like she was faking sympathy. Which she was. "So
you don't want to go down on me anymore?" The thought of that, now that
she had gotten him so deeply into the part he was playing, scared him. He
didn't want to lose the good portions of what he had gained, just the
being-made-less-of-a-man portions. But she wouldn't let him pick and
choose. It was all or nothing. So he accepted 'all'. She gripped his
ear lightly with thumb and forefinger to pull him along behind her to the
bedroom. He was acutely aware of being naked, of having his rosy hairless
body uncovered. But it was part of what turned on his wife and made it
possible for him to still get what HE wanted, no matter how compromised
that was becoming.
He gave her two lively climaxes. In the end he was still not satisfied
because she had regulated how he ate her. She didn't allow him
penetration but did tell him to assume the missionary position, after
which she let him touch the vestibule of her vagina with the tip of his
penis, while she toyed with his sensitive nipples and got him extremely
worked up. By the time she stopped he was desperate for release. When he
said something about it, she asked, "Would you be willing to go along with
another naughty idea I had for you?" He thought she meant in exchange for
sex, so he said yes. She responded, "Goodie. I'll make the appointment
right now." Tyra got up and strolled out of the room, leaving him high
and dry. He sniffled and ran his fingertips over his altered eyebrows,
trying to understand what was happening to him. She came back, still
naked, to find him with the sheet pulled around him. Tyra smiled as if
nothing was amiss and announced, "They had an opening for tomorrow
evening. I can't wait. This is going to make you SO much hotter." He
was too shaken to even ask what exactly the appointment was for.
Evan found out soon enough. She took him to a shop that did nails but
also had a specialist set up in the back room to do permanent make-up.
Evan was horrified. She said, right in front of everyone, "Now Eve, you
want to be extra pretty for me, don't you?" He was so emasculated by that
point that he could only nod. She patted him on the butt and he followed
her numbly. The operator was a young Asian man who, like the hair stylist
before, appeared not to have a male bone in his body. So to speak. He
gestured for Evan to sit, which the husband did with misgivings. Tyra
said to the man, "Here's what I want. Just a little point at the other
edge of each eye, kind of like a mini version of the Cleopatra look. And
a touch of color at the top of each eyelid, in the hollow area. I think
light blue would be nice. Plus an understated outline around Eve's lips.
Something that won't be very visible but, when I use lipstick on her, it
will make the effect bolder." The feminine man nodded his understanding
and suggested, "I could also give her a tiny shadow under her lower lip,
to make it sort of pop. You know, to give her that permanent pouty look."
Tyra laughed happily and said that would be fine.
A very nervous Evan found his voice and said, "B... but what about my job.
What will they think at the office?" She rolled her eyes and explained,
"I've already spoken to the Human Resources Department. They have very
up-to-date policies about employees who are finding their gender identity.
Why, you could have a complete sex change and it would be all right by
them." He felt queasy. Didn't she understand his concerns? She patted
him on the arm and went on, "But don't fret, Eve. I don't want you made
completely female. Just enough to finish turning you into my lesbian
girlfriend." He bit his lips and shuddered. She was in control and his
wants were being ignored. And the guy who was preparing to alter his
face, however subtly, had referred to him in feminine terms. From
somewhere in her purse Tyra produced a small bottle from which she took a
diminutive pill. She held it up to is mouth and said, "If you're going to
be such a fuss budget, take this. It'll calm you down." He obediently
parted his lips and she flicked it inside. He swallowed without any
questions. In minutes the artist was working on his face and Evan was
calmly accepting it.
Before he knew it -- how much time had passed? -- everything was done.
Tyra picked up a framed mirror and held it in front of his face. Evan
goggled at what he saw. The changes that had been wrought changed nothing
and everything at the same time. He was clearly even LESS masculine than
he had been. The combination of hair, eyebrows, and permanent cosmetics
didn't make him unrecognizable, or even overly feminine. But he could
have passed for a desirable young lesbian. His wife leaned in and made an
air kiss in front of his lips. He stood up shakily. His wife applied
orange lipstick to his mouth and the outline really did enhance the
effect. The artist said that there was no waiting period before he could
perform any normal activities. She wanted to know, "Can he eat as soon as
we get home?" When she was told that he could, she grinned devilishly.
She took both his hands in hers and said, "The name Eve won't work
anymore. It's a bit chaste for what I'm seeing. How about... Eva?" She
answered for him with, "Yes, that's just right. Now let's get you back
home to my bedroom so you can eat as much as you want. Or rather, as much
as I want. You make a really yummy little lezzie, Eva." Feeling
overwhelmed, he followed his BBW wife out of the shop.
******
She allowed him a month to settle into his latest identity. He became her
total bed slave, lapping her submissively, obviously not enjoying it the
same way he used to, but gradually learning to love it in a new servile
way. When it was just the two of them she dressed him in tiny shorts and
belly shirts. One of the latter was what's called a 'bling shirt', with
patterns of sparkly material on it. On this one the glittery stuff formed
the words DIRTY GIRL. Tyra found that delightful. Evan considerably less
so. But it added to her enjoyment of their bedroom time, and that was
becoming increasingly important to him. His focus had shifted from his
needs to hers. From him wanting to satisfy his cravings to needing to
cater to hers, especially her desire to change him fully into her
girlfriend. Tyra had been thinking about that a lot. She remembered
furtive girl-on-girl relationships she had enjoyed in college and after
that, less and less often. She then admitted to herself that she had been
subconsciously wanting more of the same and that making over Evan was part
of how she dealt with it. She was still ecstatic about her results but
now her endgame had changed. Just recreating him in this new image wasn't
enough.
After he had accepted the most recent changes, she decided to spring the
next big one on him. He came home from work late Friday afternoon,
unsettled by the continuing overtures from his gay co-worker, as well as
the sweet but stinging comments from female employees, who teased him
about his appearance and small but significant alterations in his
wardrobe, including longer cuffs on his shirts and a tighter fit in the
seat of his slacks. Tyra gave him a warm hug to get his sexual juices
flowing. The hornier Evan was, the more frustrated, the better she liked
it, and the more malleable he became. He was quite needy, she could tell
by the bulge at his crotch. She told him to come with her to the master
bath that adjoined their bedroom. Accustomed to going along with her
every whim, he went and, when she told him to, stripped. He still
couldn't get used to being seen out of his clothes, especially with his
body so pink and smooth. She liked that, too. Tyra assured him, "You're
really going to like this, Eva. I had to order it on-line, and hated to
wait for it to arrive, but it was worth it." She held up a small triangle
that looked startlingly like the female pudendum, complete with pubic hair
that matched the blond of what he had lost from waxing (and never regained
because of whatever else she had used).
"This is so clever," she enthused. "First I slip this little tube over
your dick, and then I apply the pussy wig. Imagine how much like a real
lesbian lover you'll look after THAT." He rubbed the pussy patch with the
tip of one finger, right along the lifelike groove. "Now let's put it on
you, Eva." He wanted to refuse, or at least protest, but the ability
failed him. Instead he sat docilely on the closed toilet while she neatly
inserted his flaccid member into the tube, which he noted was quite snug.
Then, her eyes gleaming, she applied adhesive to the rear of the faux
pussy and carefully set it into place, pressing it down and holding it
there, at the same time informing him that, "It's designed to let your
skin breath, so there's no rush to remove it. And you can pee as long as
you sit down. Like a girl." He said in a small voice, "Yes, Tyra." She
told him, "I like that way that sounds. Make sure you speak that way all
the time from now on. Even at work. The last time I called they said
they were impressed by your progress and glad you were getting in synch
with your real self." A few minutes later she let him stand. The
artificial mound of Venus had adhered tightly to his skin. That was when
she belatedly revealed, "Oh, and by the way, the glue is really powerful,
and the only substance that will remove it is a special solvent that has
to be imported. There's none available right now but I've been assured
that a new supply will be available in a month. Or two. Or six."
She led him to a full length mirror she had recently purchased, a
beautiful antique mounted in an oval frame, on a heavy floor stand. He
could barely believe he was seeing himself. The room seemed to tilt as he
observed the slender figure with the somewhat feminized face, he-she hair,
and that so embarrassing pink and hairless skin. He said, "Oh noooo," and
the words came out in the altered voice he had been told to use. His wife
stepped up behind him and reached around to playfully pinch and tease his
responsive nipples, making him squirm his bottom against her pelvis and
bend his head back so she could plant a solid kiss on his waiting lips,
sending him into the throes of passion. Tyra surprised Evan when she
scooped him up in her arms and carried him to the bed, where she gently
deposited him. Naked and vulnerable, he looked up pleadingly at his
Junoesque bride. She licked her lips and slipped out of her clothes.
Just as naked as he was, though not at all ashamed like him, she stretched
out on top of his enticing form. Tyra rubbed her real pussy against his
artificial one, making herself get wet. At the same time the action made
him get hard. Or at least try to. His confined cock strained against its
insidious prison and the pressure of his engorging penis against his
trapped balls hurt. He whimpered and, unable to resume using his male
voice, said weakly, "Please, Tyra, stop. I don't know how much more I can
take." She shook her head and guaranteed him, "Oh, you'll take lots and
lots and lots of what I plan to give you. Just lay back and enjoy it,
Eva."
She got up on her knees with a leg on either side of his head. He was
gazing up at her delectable pussy, which he was so enraptured by. Yet he
was still in the thrall of the spell she had cast, remaking his mind, and
all he could think about was his urgent need to eat her and give her
satisfaction, even though he knew his own release was going to be
postponed and now, with the pussy patch in place, postponed indefinitely.
Her wetness descended toward his lower face and he extended his tongue
thirstily, like a parched man about to lap up lifesaving water. As she
settled her weight atop him he began to worship her with his mouth. She
rocked lightly atop him and savored every effort of his busy mouth. She
was purring and moaning for the next half hour while he expertly drew a
trio of animated climaxes from her. Evan always used all the techniques
she had taught him and never put himself first, as he formerly had. It
was all about his voluptuous wife as he swallowed her plentiful juices.
She at last relaxed and gave his features a final messy rubbing from her
moist, slightly oily labia. He knew that he wasn't allowed to wash off
her scent until at least the next morning. That was one of her rules.
Tyra put herself alongside him and stroked his tender nipples, keeping his
sexual motor running hot, so that his imprisoned cock continued its futile
efforts to erect. It hurt and felt wonderful at the same time. His
education wasn't over yet. She blew into his ear and whispered sexual
suggestions that he could no longer carry out, not with his member in its
tight cocoon. He sniffled and groaned but she didn't relent, not until he
was utterly confused by nervous distraction. That was when she said,
"Eva, I need to do one more little thing to you, sweetheart. I'm certain
you won't mind. Right?" He arched his back to try to gain more
stimulation of his nipples. She wet her fingertips and gave him what he
was addicted to, also requesting, "So it's okay for me to take that one
more step, Eva? To make you perfect?" He sobbed and said, "Yes, Tyra.
Anything you want." Her tantalizing touch was withdrawn at once, she got
off the bed, and said, "Another appointment to make. So busy, busy,
busy." He had to stop and try to think what he had just agreed to, but he
couldn't be sure what it was.
******
The final appointment came on a Friday afternoon. When Tyra phoned Evan's
supervisor and explained that it was to aid in his gender reorientation,
he was happy to grant him the day off. It wouldn't hurt the company to
appear so progressive. That morning Tyra had Evan nude and modeling
panties. She made him try on a dozen pairs, everything from thongs to
ruffled mid-thighs. She settled on a pair of sheer red ones that didn't
actually hide anything. She liked how they showed off his new pussy.
Before they left she lifted up her short skirt, revealing her full upper
thighs and the plump mound of her sex, contained in severe black panties
that suited her current butch mood. She had him kneel and kiss her
femininity several times through the thin material. It let him get so
close without really experiencing what he longed for. That pushed him
into sexual overdrive, which would prevent him from paying close enough
attention to what was happening. She drove them to a clinic located
discretely out of town.
They went inside, where everything was antiseptically clean. Evan was
ushered to a small room and asked to remove all of his clothes. His usual
modesty asserted itself again and he left the room blushing all over,
which simply called more attention to his rosy-hued, hairless epidermis.
The efficient workers at the clinic buzzed around, barely noticing him.
He was directed to a somewhat larger room where he found his wife waiting.
She informed him, "This isn't surgery or anything icky like that, so I can
be here while these nice people finish making you into my dreamboat.
Isn't that nice?" "But do I h... have to be changed even m... more?" She
cherished that stutter and the helplessness it implied. Tyra pouted and
said, "Yes, Eva. You really do. After all, this is all about MY plan and
MY vision. So get onto that upright table and let them strap you in for
the ride of your life." Not wanting to, but crippled by his induced
weakness, he got up against the padded surface of the table and leaned
back. Two nurses strapped his wrists alongside him, then bent to do the
same to his ankles.
A female doctor arrived and checked his chart. She examined the pussy wig
that kept his genitals under metaphorical lock and key. Next she checked
two large bottles of fluid that hung from IV poles. Then she attached
lines to them and to those affixed long slender, capped needles. Evan
shivered at what he was seeing. The doctor swabbed an area several inches
below each of his nipples and then used a hypodermic to inject something.
Evan felt spreading numbness and knew it had been a local anesthetic.
Finally the doctor uncapped and cautiously inserted the long needles into
those same locations and opened the lines, so that the liquid began to
drip into the narrow tubes and flow toward the bound husband's chest. He
braced himself for some abrupt shock that never came. Instead he had to
endure to dawning understanding that his chest was beginning to swell,
very slowly, and that if it wasn't stopped he would be left with...
breasts. He turned his head toward Tyra and said pleadingly, "P...
please. Not that. I'm still a man. Mostly. But if you do this..." She
suggested, "Then you'll be my baby doll. My Eva. No, let's switch again,
this time to Evie. Oh-so-touchable Evie."
Evan began to weep softly as the mini-mounds enlarged to modest shapely
breasts with high-set nipples. "What's the matter, love bug?" his bride
wanted to know. "Are you afraid it will only be temporary? Not to worry.
Like your cosmetics, this won't go away." Two hours later everything was
completed and he got to put on his first bra, an eye-catching, lacy pink
one. It fastened in the front, which made it possible for his unpracticed
fingers to close it. Tyra gave him a kiss on the forehead and declared,
"Now we can take a little vacation together. I know the perfect place.
And I might just run into an old friend there."
Three days later they were at a secluded resort. There were luxurious
beach houses spread along an exotically gorgeous coast. Evan didn't even
know what country he was in. Tyra had told him it didn't matter, that he
was just there to provide her with a good time, as her small-busted lezzie
sex slave. The first night they made love on the open front porch.
Rather, Evan made love to Tyra with his mouth. She was ecstatic. The
next morning she had planned a long stroll on the beach. Tyra donned a
sexy one-piece swimsuit, sunglasses, and a wide-brimmed hat. Evan was
given a bottle of sun block to slather over his pale pink skin, along with
a cap with a brim in the front. That was all. He said nervously, "I c...
can't go out there like this. Everyb... body will s... see me." His
stutter was getting worse. Fine. Tyra explained, "I want to show you
off, Evie. Did you think I went to all that effort just so you could stay
hidden away at home? No. And I'm sure there will be plenty of ladies who
will enjoy eating you up with their eyes. After all, this IS an all-
lesbian vacation spot." He was speechless. She patted him on his bare
bottom and then swept out the door. He followed unhappily. Something in
his conditioning, and from acquiring those compact boobs, had given him a
girly gait. His hips swished. His bottom had plumped up just enough to
make it jiggle saucily. And those boobs shifted around ever so slightly.
As they walked, other women admired Tyra's obviously submissive partner.
Evan was acutely shamed to be a man trapped in a lezzie likeness. His
wife stopped to chat with a few fellow vacationers and he flushed bright
pink each time. At last they reached the state-of-the-art hotel that was
the centerpiece of the resort. Tyra breezed into the lobby with him
following shamefacedly. She sauntered up to the main desk and asked if
Mindy West was available. The female clerk inquired politely who she
should say was there, and Tyra gave her name. Moments later a stunning
woman appeared. She wore her hair short and had on a tailored pants suit.
At once she said, "It's been a long time, sweetheart. Since college."
"It's been TOO long. I see that majoring in business paid off for you.
It's hard to believe that you own this place." "And the land it's built
on. But I'd rather talk about us. We were always a great couple, even if
we did have to stay in the closet back then. Our only problem was that we
both wanted to call all the shots. It would be lovely to get back
together but..." She looked wistful. Tyra said, "I think I've found a
solution." She snapped her fingers at Evan and he minced up alongside
her. "Nice?" "Absolutely," Mindy agreed. "But we'd just fight over who
got her." "Maybe not. Remember how you were always something of a man
hater? Well, love, this is my husband, formerly Evan but now Evie. She
could be enough for both of us to boss around and, at the same time, give
you a target for you man-bashing energy."
Mindy considered that. "You know, this really might work. I mean, if you
don't mind me using some nasty bondage on her. And my collection of
spanking tools. Plus some truly bizarre costumes in my collection. She
would make an irresistible kitten girl. Or a cute bunny. Why don't you
visit me in my penthouse suite tonight -- with Evie of course -- and we
can see what kind of games we play. Does she use her mouth well?" "Oh
YES. Thoroughly trained and, more importantly, reprogrammed
psychologically. You won't be disappointed. Hooked on playing the pink
harmonica." "Then it's a date?" "A date, and maybe a long weekend." "Or
week." "I have a good feeling about this." Evan, unfortunately, couldn't
say the same. But he knew he would be wildly turned on by it all. Unable
to gain any sexual relief. And by the time they were done, conditioned to
respond -- with yearning for more -- to new types of abuse, indignity, and
bedroom service. It was going to be a long vacation. And then... who
knew?
THE END
(I hope new readers will check out my older stories. Comments are always
welcome.)
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