Lady In The House Part VII
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A Year Ago - Part VII free porn video
A Year Ago - part VII by MadQuill
This is an evolving story of Sara's sensual investigation. Please review
the first phase of the story...
I didn't sleep well, arising several times to clear the beer from the
evening with Matt. His look was on my mind. Lying awake for nearly an
hour I wondered about attracting men. Of course I'd considered this
after my first walk in the Green. The man offering to buy me a drink
that evening wasn't guilty nor was I but I needed some reflection.
Matt's comments showed me how my life change might upset some men I
actually knew and liked. I fell off to sleep trying to not think of
Matt. He was two years older and rode four days a week. He was unlike
many riders due to his size, nearly two hundred but over an inch taller
than me and in great shape.
I got up to pee and I checked my weight; I was 130 pounds for the first
time since I'd turned eighteen. The night was long, but I did fall back
asleep, waking an hour late.
The workout yesterday had helped calm me so I checked my E-mail as I
made the coffee. Dressing in my sports bra reminded me I would need time
to remove the forms and attach the new set. I studied the new set
instructions and noted that the adhesive was different. The package
included a two-part removal. I used the towelette and the smaller forms
were easily removed. Getting this done would allow my skin to breathe
while I did my routine.
I only did a short workout, since without the forms I felt a little
lost. I tried using an underwire bra holding the forms beneath the
sports bra but still felt strange. I stayed dressed in my sweats and did
some work on my invoices. I'd gotten a great new account this week and
their payment strengthened my receipts for the month. Without having
started this business venture I might not have had the freedom to pursue
the new world that being Sara was allowing. The expansion of the
business had occurred each month, but this new client had nearly doubled
the income.
My work plan for today was a bit unsettled. I intended to dress and get
to the salon before 11am. I was running at least thirty minutes late and
I still needed to attach the new breasts. I changed out of the sweat
pants and sneakers. Thankfully these came with a layout template that
took the anxiety of positioning them away. Once the larger forms were
set I put on my new white bra without disturbing the forms and rolled my
hips off of the bed and stood. Moving to the mirror to see how well the
template had helped I was happily surprised by the subtle bounce that my
heels provided. I stared that my reflection wearing the white bra and
thong. Clearly this was the new me. Due to my thinning waist and the new
size breasts I had a figure. I reached to the dresser for the tape; my
waist measured 28". I would still use the cincher for another few weeks
but a new slightly smaller one.
The new sheath dress was hanging near and I was so excited I grabbed a
full slip and stepped into it. The zip wasn't difficult because it had a
long pull temporarily attached. Returning to the mirror I wished my hair
was growing faster. Without makeup I looked too much like a tomboy in
the dress. I also noted that black heels were so wrong with this dress.
I removed the beautiful dress carefully and re-hung it. Pulling on a
pair of my old boy jeans, I needed to snug the belt two holes tighter,
and slipped on my heels. I got my keys and headed to the Audi.
The car started roughly, the battery was still original. I paused and
called for a service appointment for Monday to have a new battery
installed and to have the oil changed. The salon appointment was with
the same woman who done my hair ten days before. I'd assumed that she
would recall me, due to her running gender conversation. I was still
unsure whether she knew I was a boy. When I arrived and asked for
Deirdra she came to the front to meet me.
"Thanks for asking for me. You're Sara right?"
Forty minutes later my hair looked wonderful. Deirdra had worked some
magic; short hair styling seemed to be her specialty.
Deirdra said as she washed my hair, "I get all of the girls like you
that made a quick decision and chopped off their mane. Surprising how
many do it at home, I wished they come in before cutting. Maybe they
feel someone will talk them out of doing it. Anyway, I see quite a few
dykes too." Her conversation went on and on. She didn't seem to
recognize me.
"Don't you recall helping me a week or so ago? You mentioned Cara
Delevingne, the model as a style cue."
"But she's got long straight hair Sara. I'll grant you the, well your
brows and full lips are similar, yeah sorta, but you're short about
sixteen inches of hair girl. I do remember cutting your hair, but I
think this style works better."
I wanted her to focus on making me beautiful and asked that the nail
girl attend to my nails. I selected the color Rose Bowl that she said
would cure to a 'soft fleshy red'. When I was finished I arranged for a
separate appointment for a waxing. I had waited to determine how many
days passed before there was any sign of my beard. Nearly four days and
I was still smooth. We set the date for next Thursday afternoon.
The Audi started up without an issue and I headed home to get ready for
the office. I was quite excited to have a dress so beautiful. I was
looking forward to my new lingerie as well. The platinum set came with a
lacy bra with a C cup. I hoped the new forms worked with it. Purchasing
underwear on-line, especially bras, was guessing. The white full
coverage bra would be a backup if there was an issue.
Driving along I considered how I enjoyed the larger breasts. Madison's
were substantially larger. I knew I would never want to have a chest
that large. These thoughts stimulated a search within me for the initial
event that started my transition. Was that video the only signal?
I had gone out with simple makeup, mascara and lipstick, and I needed to
do my face properly. Meeting this new landlord, Mrs. Norton, should have
been unimportant, but something about the telephone conversation lead me
to take additional care. The dress was nearly $400 so I clearly was
trying to impress.
I read on-line that many transfemmes had issues settling their sexual
interests, which seemed correct. I recalled the salesman who'd helped me
a week ago avoid the boys. I didn't understand how I might act in a
relationship like that. His semi-hardness had clearly excited me but was
that because I was thinking of his cock or caused by the awareness that
I could make him want to bed me? I hadn't ever considered anal sex so
there was quite a bit of road to travel to allowing a man to actually
sleep with me.
Getting the right office look for my makeup required a second try, but I
made notes this time. Removing and re-starting took twenty or so
minutes. Time I wouldn't always have available. Slipping the new lace
bra on I settled the new breasts into the cups and went to the bath to
check the edge detail. A little more work was required to conceal the
edge of these new falsies.
Mrs. Norton's coyness regarding 'Michael' aside, I was trying to develop
my female personality based on what I'd been as a male: an independent,
self-actualized, businessperson. My financial security was increasing
but I needed to re-establish the important relationships in my life.
Michael's friends could become Sara's but each friend would be on their
unique schedule. I couldn't force them to accept me as a woman. My only
hoped was that they might be willing to see this new person.
There was something new to me in relating with lesbians. Defining my
sexual interest seemed simple; I loved women. Their bodies smooth,
scented and delicate were my goal. The softness of touch required to
bring on their release was amazing. Such care I thought I possessed but
Lynn had left me without saying my lovemaking was at fault. Yet the
fantasy stirred by Mrs. Todd was alive. As a lesbian would I be more
submissive than I'd been as a male? I considered the way Lynn, and
almost every woman I'd slept with, were in bed. I would assure their
climax before even considering my own. I just saw their needs as a
challenge to meet and could be comfortable only once they were sated.
Was my sexual pleasure equal to theirs or subordinate?
I clipped the suspender belt into place wondering if pantyhose would be
a smarter choice. The dress hem might ride up and I'd feel odd if the
girls found out I was dressed in sexy hose. I selected a sheer pair of
fine pantyhose instead. Pulling the garment up to just below my hips I
realized that my boy parts were more secure in the pantyhose.
On-line I'd seen an interesting stat: in some European countries young
men prioritize their woman's orgasms ahead of their own. This was a
cultural change from the previous generation, when women's sexual
satisfaction was muted. As a male was I trying to orgasm or was simple
ejaculation the goal? What I tried to achieve with my partners was more
comprehensive and deep. The world's languages, our art and experience,
even the details of the female body, enable a woman to let the other
inside; let a man penetrate her body.
I wasn't really attracted to neither Avery nor Madison. Well maybe
Madison's breasts were still on my mind, but Mrs. Norton's look across
the office two days ago hung with me. She was quite beautiful and
something transpired between us in that moment. She clearly knew her
husband's rental was with Michael, not a woman named Sara. On the
telephone my manner was assertive, trying to maintain a balance. Yet her
look that afternoon had caused me to stumble my words and moved me to
run. I'd roamed about on lesbian and submissive websites over the passed
few evenings and saw certain behaviors that reminded me of myself. I of
course wasn't a true female let alone a sub but I needed time to
understand the role my gender may have in terms of my sexuality. I
wouldn't rush anything.
I found my new cincher, this one a bit smaller, and clipped it into
place. The neckline of the dress exposed more cleavage and I had to find
the correct chemise. The ivory one looked best and after pulling the
dress over my hips and zipping in I walked to the mirror. Wrong shoes
again !
It was now clear to me. My goal seemed to be to adapt to this condition
of femininity and the need to allow one within. Could I surrender to the
process consciously? Here was the core of my submissiveness. Previously
I considered my dressing as an emulative activity; to try and be female.
There was a great deal of lesbian activities shown on-line and aniligus
seemed to be pretty widely enjoyed. But anal penetration required
special preparation. It seemed that many women did enjoy this form of
intercourse, but care and patience were required. The external
appearances were something ten days ago I sought to achieve. Now I
realized I would need to modify my body, more specifically I'd need to
create a means of allowing someone to enter my body.
I shook with this thought. Seeking to understand why I dressed had
turned to a major new sexual activity. I was really late now. I went to
the closet and slipped on the strapped beige 4 1/2" heels carefully and
stepped back to the long mirror in the hall. Yesterday I considered my
outfit a bit too much for poor Lynn. She didn't say anything negative
but I felt she was thinking I was dressed like a Barbie. Today I wasn't
interested in her feelings. I had a new dress and would strut into the
meeting with a smile on my face.
The dress hung perfectly and my legs and heels look correct together,
the sheen of the hose soft rather than shiny, Deirdra's work was subtle
and looked great, but I'd forgotten my earrings and bangles. Using the
bath mirror I still had trouble getting the studs of the hoops in the
tiny holes. With my hands close to my face I realized my new nail color
and the lipstick I'd used wasn't the best. I needed something different.
The last trip to DrugFair I'd picked up three tones of ShuUemura. The
rouge worked much better. It was after 1pm when I swung my long legs
into the driver's seat.
Riding to the office I considered my small group of friends. Only two
knew of my changes. Matt and Lynn were supportive but what of the
others? I needed friends and making new ones as a woman may prove more
difficult. Most guys would be impossible now. Getting into my panties
would be their drive, not enlightened conversation on Maslow's Hierarchy
nor the sports scores. Never again would any of the riding club see me
as able to pull my load. I remember watching Sheila's difficulty. She is
a butchy lesbian and insists the guys treat her equally. She is capable
but they only allow her to cut the wind on the shorter rides. I'd
watched her butt many times, and now wondered if there was any future
for me in the club. Matt had stated it clearly; 'never had I looked at
you butt like I did tonight.'
Pulling to a stop I grabbed my new bag and rolled my legs out of the
Audi. This simple action caused me to pause. So many actions made me
feel feminine yet the need to allow someone inside wouldn't leave me.
How does one prepare for this alternative sexual act?
Looking up I noticed Avery on the phone; she waved and turned back to
her business. I entered the office and heard an alert. There was a
server failure. These weren't uncommon but require immediate attention.
The site was down due to a network server issue. After doing the
analysis I was able to reset the application server and the site
reloaded. Carrying on with this focused work allowed me to lose track of
the time. The phone rang.
It was Avery, "Sara, Mrs. Norton has just arrived. She's in the parking
lot. See you in three minutes?"
"Thanks for the call. Yes, I'll be there shortly."
I went to the window and discretely saw her stepping from the BMW. She
was dressed in an ivory A-line dress with capped sleeves, a lace bodice
and soft gray heels. Her hair was partially up and she had a simple rose
colored square city bag in her right hand. She couldn't have seen me but
she looked up to the window as she moved toward the door.
I realized I should check myself having been hard at the server reset. I
stepped into the ladies to confirm I looked presentable. Wondering
softly why I cared what this woman thought I almost collided with
Angelica.
"I'm sorry Mrs. Norton, I didn't hear you," I was blushing as she
extended her right hand after shifting her bag.
"Don't apologize, you must be Sara. I'm happy to meet you. I just need
the restroom a moment." She pressed my hand and smiled.
I went to the doorway of InteriorBent, "Mrs. Norton is in the ladies. I
nearly bumped her to the floor. I'm clumsy in these heels sometimes."
The girls turned and smiled, Avery saying, "Come and sit on the sofa
Sara. Wow, what a beautiful dress. You're quite a clothes horse, and
you've got an eye for color too."
Mrs. Norton was at the door, smiling.
Phase Two
To be continued.
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