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After a good layoff, I'm resuming work on several of my ongoing stories.
We have some nice public humiliation (without some of the harsher
outrageous aspects you'll find in other stories I've written), as Erin is
reluctantly moved toward presenting as fully female.
Integration, Part 4
"It isn't working, is it?"
My girlfriend Alli was playing with my hair, occasionally slipping her
hand around to slip it inside my blouse to play with my boobs. I'd had
surgery to create them a few weeks earlier, while Alli was out of town,
thinking I could make them part of my secret life of crossdressing and
doing girl things.
That plan - which had never really had a chance - went out the window
when the plastic surgeon had followed my instructions to give me boobs
that were proportional to my body size, without giving consideration to
the fact that I was male. They were healed fully, and as it turned out,
my breasts were now a full D cup, round, high profile. With or without a
bra, they screamed out for attention, and there was nowhere for them to
hide.
"How do you mean?" I asked.
"This 'boy-with-boobs' concept you had. You never seem to be comfortable
with it, and that shows. And everybody else is a little weirded out by it
too. You really should just let yourself present as fully female."
I squirmed. "I'm just not ready to do that. It would be too much of a
distraction."
Abruptly, Alli quit playing with my hair and jerked back on it. Keeping
my head pulled backward, she moved around in front of me, using her other
hand to unbutton my blouse further, grasping one of my boobs. "You think
it's less of a distraction to combine these," she said, "with this?" And
with that, she ripped open my pants, breaking the zipper and pulling my
cock out. She pushed me backward and I collapsed onto the sofa.
"Hand me your bra," she ordered. I removed my blouse and bra and handed
it to her. "Why do you wear this bra?" she said, holding it up.
"I have to. You know I'm too big to go without one."
I didn't move until she walked across the room and came back with the
wing tipped shoes I'd just kicked off.
"And I gather you have to wear these too?"
"No."
"No, because your feet aren't too big for some nice strappy heels, are
they?"
"No."
"And you think it creates less disturbance, and you look less like an
idiot, to have a girl top half and a boy bottom half? You know what it
makes you look like? A nothing. A moron who can't make a decision. I
can't live with such a creature any more, so it's time for you to decide.
Either you ... unify your identity or you and I are history."
"How do you mean?"
"I mean, make a commitment. Visual, verbal, behavioral. This in-between
thing is wrong for you, wrong for your co-workers and wrong for me. Hell,
do I have a boyfriend or a girlfriend? I don't even know what to tell
people," said Alli.
"I'm not giving up the boobs. I love them too much."
"I love them too. So that leaves you one choice if we're going to stay
together. At the very least, you will have to present fully as female,
all the time. Starting Monday."
"We're having a big staff meeting Monday, and I'm making a major
presentation. It's not a good time."
"It's the perfect time for that," said Alli. "I'll even pick out your
outfit. So do you do this, or do I move out?"
I remained silent for about a half minute, but it felt like a half hour.
Ultimately, I knew this was what I wanted - eventually. I was just
holding back, and Alli knew it.
"OK, what do you want me to wear?"
"Well, for starters, not this," she said, tossing the bra aside. I gave
her a puzzled look.
She went to the closet and returned with a hanger. "You'll wear a corset.
You said you're doing a presentation today, right? Well, I can promise
you'll have the best posture ever. Now take everything off and turn
around."
The corset was extremely stiff. "Steel boning," she said, answering the
question before I asked. She began lacing up the back, around my
tailbone. As she got to my stomach, she laced much tighter, pulling in my
stomach in and causing the fat tissue to gather above it, finishing just
below my breasts and causing them to spill out the top. Alli walked
around to see from the front.
"Very well. Now let's get it tight," she said. She returned to the laces,
pulling out two or three inches at every set of eyes and drawing my tummy
in to a shocking degree.
"The corset will push up your boobs, so we'll pass on the bra this time,"
she said.
Next came a no-nonsense black skirt, and a loose, thin blouse with an
elastic scooped neck.
"It's a Renn Faire peasant wench blouse. Very stylish. Stand up to put it
on," she said. I did so, and the neckline created a pleasant amount of
cleavage, but still safe for work.
"Now sit down," she said. The corset kept my back so rigid that I didn't
even need to lean back in the chair, but when I looked down, I realized
the corset had pushed the boobs up practically into my face, producing a
shocking amount of cleavage and revealing my breasts almost down to the
nipples.
"Perfect," said Alli. "In an office environment, you can get away with a
lot as long as it looks like an accident. I mean, when you're standing
up, it's perfectly respectable. Who could blame you if your D cups are
hard to hide when you sit? Here, move over in front of the big mirror."
I was able to see in the full-length mirror what she meant. The corset
had dramatically pulled in my waist and forced perfect posture,
emphasizing the breasts, which were pushed up well past the elastic in
the neckline.
"See? Your posture is simply wonderful, though I have to say that when
you're sitting and somebody is standing next to you, they get quite a
view," she said. "As long as you're seated, let's get your hosiery and
shoes on you." She handed me a pair of stockings. "These have a seam up
the back. Very sexy. Just breathe deeply and pull your foot up and you
should be able to get them on."
I tilted forward awkwardly to get the stocking started over my foot, and
then I realized that bending over caused my boobs to virtually spill out.
They didn't quite fall free, but the pushed up mounds revealed several
inches of skin - including nearly half my areolae.
"Oh my, that is really something. Make a note to save your bend-overs for
those times you really want to show off." Finally, the stockings were on.
"There. That wasn't so hard, was it?"
Not so hard!! My chest muscles were cramping as the steel boning of the
corset bound me completely. Once the stockings were hooked to the
garters, she pulled down the skirt and smoothed it, bumping into a major
erection. "Note that we'll have to gaffe that in the morning. Now the
shoes," she said, producing a pair of black stilettos from my dress-up
wardrobe. With very little platform and a five-inch heel, they tilted me
forward precariously. She fastened the straps, then returned to the
lacing on my corset.
"I'm going to tie a double knot on your corset. Obviously, you'll need
help to get it off, so you'll be able to enjoy it all day Monday. You
can wear it for a couple of hours to get used to it."
By bedtime, my feet were killing me. I found that the corset kept me so
upright that there was no way to even lean back in a chair, so I
alternated between standing in those heels or sitting on a stool.
Finally, it was getting near bedtime and Alli offered to help me undress.
"You know you're really going to thank me for all this someday," she
said. "By the way, we'll spend the weekend buying you some more work
clothes, getting your nails done and getting some work done on your hair.
But for now, let me see that mismatched part of yours.
I sighed, trying to imagine what she could have in mind. She removed the
skirt, blouse and bra, but left the stockings, corset and heels. She
grabbed me by the cock and led me into the bedroom, pushing me backward
onto the bed. The garter prevented any bending, so I went flat on my
back. Alli fell on top of me, licking and sucking my D cup tits, finally
moving down to my crotch for a blow job that was drawn out until
midnight.
"Might as well get all the use out of that while we can," she said,
sucking out the last of my cum.
Saturday morning came, and I had slept restlessly, so I was already in
the kitchen by 6, dressed in a sheer babydoll and nothing covering me
below the waist. The stilettos I'd purchased - never intending to wear
them longer than it took to jerk off - were on my feet, just as Alli had
instructed. I sat at the kitchen table, legs crossed, resting my feet,
drinking coffee. And I had an erection.
Alli stirred after a while and made her way into the kitchen. Seeing my
erection, she said, "Oh my, I thought we took care of that last night."
I said nothing but went to the pot to get her some coffee. My cock
stiffened with the attention.
"Let's have a closer look," she said as I placed her coffee on the table.
She cradled my cock, tickled the tip, bent over and gently kissed the end
of it.
"Down girl," she said. "We have a big day ahead. We've got to get you
ready for Erin Part 2." She rubbed her finger up my thigh. "Your legs are
getting pretty hairy."
"I guess I'll have to shave them," I said.
"Oh, I think not. Let's get them waxed today. That way, you won't have to
worry with that leg hair for a few weeks. In fact, let's get everything
waxed."
"Everything?"
"Well, only from the neck down, I guess. That takes a while, but the shop
opens early. Let's get on down there and get it done before we get on our
other chores. But I'm afraid you will have to take care of that beard. Go
get the closest shave you know how, OK?"
"OK," I said, heading to the bathroom but noting that my erection had
grown still harder.
"Go ahead and get dressed. Wear that salmon sundress you got from Lulu's.
It's a hot day, and you want to be comfortable." My cock twitched again,
but this time in alarm.
"I didn't get that to actually wear out. It's pretty short."
Alli blinked in mock surprise. "Really? You wasted good money on
something you never intended to be seen in? You should be ashamed. Look,
it's a summer weekend day. It's OK to show a little skin. You can wear
the white block heels with it. They're easy to walk in, and you'll want
the open toes if we have time for a pedi. Now scoot. I need a shower too,
you know."
I bathed, put my hair in a high ponytail and put on light makeup while
Alli bathed. Finally, I pulled on the salmon dress and found some
panties in a similar color. The halter top covered the breasts only and
tied behind my neck with a string. The hem stopped midway down the thigh,
several inches above the knee.
At least, the flared bottom hid my hard-on a bit.
Alli examined me once I had it on. "Good. Nice light Saturday makeup.
This halter style's really made for smaller breasts, but it'll be fine if
you're careful. Maybe the girls won't pop out the sides! Speaking of
careful, let's see about disguising your little boy bit." She brushed her
hand down the front of the dress, then lifted it up.
"Let's lose the panties for now and see how it looks," she said. She had
me walk across the floor a couple of times and turn. "You know, I think
you can actually get away without tying it down, and you'll be more
comfortable."
"OK, thanks," I said, preparing to step back into the panties. Alli put
her hand on my wrist.
"Oh, let's be daring and both leave the undies at home," she said.
"But you're wearing a loose midi, and you don't have a ... a ..."
"No dick, you mean. I'm fully female. Is that the term you're looking
for? As oppose to some half and half thing?" she said.
"I guess that's one way to put it."
"Well, that's your choice. For now, let's get moving. I want to get our
nails done."
We went to the Tempest Spa, a large Asian shop with a waterfall and at
least a dozen pedicure stations. Alli wrote her name on the book and
wrote "Erin" for me - the feminine version of my real name, Aaron. The
shop had just opened, so the lady at the desk said they could see us
right away.
My tech, a pretty Asian girl in her mid-20s, introduced herself in
perfect English as Marti.
"What are you having done?" she asked me.
Alli answered for me: "She needs a full body wax. Brazilian. She'll be
getting a mani pedi too - gel on the fingers."
"Brazilian or Hollywood?" Marti asked.
"What's the difference," I asked.
"A Brazilian leaves a few areas with hair. With a Hollywood, you won't
have a single hair left. That's what I'd do," she said.
"Definitely a Hollywood," said Alli. "You do understand that Erin here is
still ... sort of half and half, if you get my drift. Is that OK?"
"Absolutely, as long as you won't get mad if I touch it. There's almost
no way to avoid that," Marti said.
"Help yourself," said Erin, laughing. "You have fun now," she said,
patting my crotch. "I'll be out here getting my nails done." The
receptionist and a couple of the other girls giggled, having heard the
conversation. I leaned over and whispered, "Why did you say that out
loud?"
In a full voice, Alli replied, "If you're a girl on top and boy on
bottom, you can't really hide that. And you're sure not going to keep it
a secret in here!" she said. That got an uncomfortable laugh from several
more techs and the two clients who had already begun soaking for their
pedicures.
Inexplicably, I felt my cock harden and was dismayed to look down and see
that it was evident under the dress - dangerously close to the hem.
"Careful now," said Marti melodically. "Let's go take care of things."
As she pulled the door closed, she said, "You need to get undressed. Are
you wearing anything under that?"
"No," I said.
"Good, so just pull it off. I can drape the half I'm not working on, but
let's face it, I'm going to see everything," she said, winking. I took
off the heels, untied the halter string and stepped out of the dress.
"Whatever you prefer," I said.
"Well, can I tell the truth?" she asked.
"Might as well."
"You have such beautiful boobs, I'll enjoy this a lot more if I get to
look at them the whole time. They're magnificent. May I?"
I nodded.
She ran her hands around them, giving the nipples a little pinch with her
long nails as she winked. "You have boy genes, obviously, so there's some
hair on your ... uh ... playground. We'll start here and work our way down."
She methodically applied the wax, finishing my breasts and flipping me
onto my stomach to get the back and the back of the legs.
"I guess we move back to the front now. Over," she said. When I rolled
over, I had the erection of my life.
"Oh good, that'll keep it out of the way," she said, playfully patting it
aside. She used some scissors to clip the genital hair to about a quarter
inch, then waxed it. Once she got to my ankles, she began rubbing the
areas waxed with lotion to remove the remaining wax. She moved her gaze
between my breasts and my dick.
"I'm sorry to stare, but I've never seen these two ... features ... together
on the same person," she said. "Maybe I should ask your lady something.
Wait here just a second." She opened the door and called across the way
to Alli: "Are you free to help me with something in here?"
"Sure, I'm just waiting on my toes to dry," said Alli. She turned to the
tech who had just finished with her: "Want to come along?"
She and the tech walked into to the waxing room, leaving the door ajar.
"I'm embarrassed to ask this, but I've never touched such beautiful
breasts on the same body with one of those," she said, pointing at my
cock, which was sticking straight up. "Would you object if I just held
them both for a few seconds?"
Alli laughed, and the tech who had come in with her followed suit.
"Well, both seem to be free of hair, so I assume you've already touched
them. I see no harm in using the lotion to get any leftover wax at the
same time. That seems nice and efficient," she said, winking. The other
tech closed the door.
Marti poured lotion into both palms and began to rub my breasts with the
left while rubbing around the base of my cock with the other. She
hesitated.
"It's OK, really," Alli said. "You don't get to see this every day."
Marti began to masturbate me, gently at first, then at a steady of
rhythm, stopping as I began to breathe quickly. "I think I've taken
enough liberties. We probably shouldn't push our luck," she said. This
time, it was Marti who winked.
The other tech opened the door, with me still lying there naked and hard.
The walked out, then All stood in the door. "Well, I'm all done, with my
nails, so I'm going to run an errand or two while you do her mani pedi.
I've picked a polish for the toes. Just match it as closely as you can
with gel for the hands," she said.
"You bet," said Marti. She followed the other women out and called back
through the open door. "Let me get you a robe to wear while your skin
settles, and you can put your dress back on afterward," she said, leaving
the door open while she disappeared around the corner.
A cell phone rang and I heard Marti answer. Then she called to the
receptionist - "Would you get a terry robe for Erin and close the door? I
didn't mean to leave it open."
(To be continued)
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