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Young Stepmother Part 9
By Mark Dayette
When Reginald asked me to marry him I was terrified, I knew this
decision was serious and would impact my entire future. I had nothing
against him as a person and he was definitely wealthy and nice. I asked
him if he could give me time to think about it. I went back home and my
Stepmother told me I should have said yes immediately and that I was
running the risk of offending him. However, I told her to give me a few
days alone upstairs in my room to think it over.
Up in my bedroom I tried to make sense of where my life had taken me in
the last few years, and my distant past seemed as remote as a dream.
Suddenly I had the impulse to open up one of my dresser drawers and
there it was: the feminine trappings that had taken over my existence:
silk pink panties, silk emerald panties, silk red panties, etc...I
opened the drawer next to it and there were the slips, half-slips,
camisoles, and chemises in colors of white, black, pink, beige, silver,
yellow, maroon, azure, aqua, red, purple, etc...
The drawer below was filled with stockings and garter belts of various
colors. A walk over to my closet revealed numerous dresses and mini-
skirts in assorted colors especially on the feminine side such as pink
and yellow. Pushed back in the floor of the closet were many pairs of
high heels: black, white, nude, light blue, royal blue, etc.. My old
male clothing was gone, my Stepmother had thrown every bit of it
including my tennis shoes into the garbage. The garbage men had long
since picked it up and transported it to the landfill.
I tried to remember how it had happened, how I had ended up in a
lifestyle centered around wearing women's clothes. Psychologically it
seemed I had sunk under the weight of these clothes. Of course I knew it
started with Pete planting my Stepmother's clothes under my bed and she
discovered it and forced me to crossdress. Ever since that time the role
of women's clothes in my life increased by the week. I considered
whether it was all an insidious form of slow brainwashing created by my
Stepmother in the pursuit of her own goals for me. And if it was
brainwashing it had been successful as she had broken my resistance
which led to the disappearance of my original male identity.
Even my sexuality had been blurred, Reginald had already fucked me in
the ass several times. I knew if I married him he would fuck me a lot
more. I told myself it wasn't gay sex and that I wasn't gay because I
was dressed like a girl during the sex, but what if this was just
confused thinking? In the back of my mind I knew what people would label
me. I shuddered at the idea of being called "gay" or a "faggot" on a
permanent basis.
I also felt resentment toward my Stepmother over how flippant she had
treated my sexuality. When my Stepmother discovered that my date was a
Lancaster son rather than a Lancaster daughter she expected me to date
him anyway.
And then somewhere from inside of me there sprang a last burst of
defiance, I would tell Reginald NO, I would not marry him. I rushed
downstairs to inform my Stepmother of my decision which I knew she
wouldn't be happy with.
I said, "I've decided to tell Reginald I will not marry him."
She seemed surprisingly calm considering what I had just told her, she
asked me, "Are you sure that's a good idea?"
I said, "I'm prepared to live with this choice and anyway the
inheritance plan given to me by my father is still there, I don't need
to marry a male millionaire."
My Stepmother smirked and said, "I'm afraid your father's inheritance
plan for you no longer exists. I was worried you would back out on the
Lancaster marriage, so I hired the Lancaster legal team to study the
wording of the original inheritance document of the 'progress toward
success' pay scale. They determined that your father had trusted me to
allocate the payments to you, but in strict legal terms I never had to
give you a cent."
I yelled, "What??? You can't do that!!!!!!! That's my inheritance!!!"
My Stepmother looked haughty and said, "I most certainly can do that and
I did. However, let us not lie to ourselves, you failed all of your
classes last semester, so the odds of you ever achieving the top yearly
payout of the inheritance conditions was slim to none. But don't get
upset over it honey, when you marry Reginald you never have to attend
another day of college. Clearly looking pretty is the only thing you are
good at."
I was furious and felt the urge to strangle her. However, I restrained
myself long enough to face that she was right about me failing my
classes last semester. As soon as I was showing up to school fully
feminized I just could not concentrate, I was too worried about what my
classmates were thinking of me and what they were going to say to me
next. The shame of so many students believing I was gay was difficult to
endure. None of the beautiful women in my classes were interested in
dating me because they assumed I desired men.
At home I had stopped studying and spent most of my time working on my
makeup and trying on outfits hoping to look as feminine as possible so
that the students would stop knowing that I was really a boy. I knew
that if I transferred to a new college I could start over and no one
would have seen me as my boy self or half-feminized, they would know me
only as a girl, and I wanted to design the right look to "pass" as a
female. I ended up letting my grades slide into the pit.
My Stepmother noticed that I was backing down because I hadn't responded
to her previous comments, she said, "Now go into your room and call
Reginald, you will see him again, and you are going to say yes to his
marriage proposal, you don't have any choice."
I had a sinking feeling in my chest and stomach at the realization that
she was right, and I had to admit that I liked the idea of never having
to return to college, I only had to be Mr. Lancaster's wife. Wife? Is
that what I would be? A wife? It sounded so strange and embarrassing.
I told my Stepmother, "Okay, I will marry him."
My Stepmother reached over and gave me a hug which shocked me as she had
been so mean to me. I must admit that I resented the hug as I felt like
this affection was only being given to me because I had once again been
broken to her will.
On our next date Reginald asked me again to marry him and I said yes.
The night ended with me giving him a blowjob, it was awful, I don't see
how girls do that. I told myself it wasn't gay because I was Natalie,
the Natalie name had become a blessing in disguise. I even told my
Stepmother to have the wedding invitation cards to the guests written as
"Request the pleasure of your company to celebrate the wedding of
Reginald and Natalie"
On the wedding day I put on my full bridal outfit: white high heels,
white garter belts, white stockings, white wedding dress, white panties,
and my fingernails were polished pink. My blonde hair looked nice in a
bun and I wore small stud earrings. After I got dressed I was wandering
around in the back of the church when I found one of the wedding
invitation cards and it said, "Request the pleasure of your company to
celebrate the gay wedding of Reginald and Nathan (Natalie)". I was
outraged! Who was responsible for this? I found my Stepmother and asked
her what had happened.
She said, "Oh, I'm sorry about that, I put your friend Pete in charge of
creating the wedding invitation cards."
I shouted, "NOOOOOOOO! You gave that task to Pete? He obviously phrased
it to humiliate me, he knows I'm not gay and this is not a gay wedding,
it is a wedding of a feminine bride marrying a masculine groom."
My Stepmother said, "Yes and no, I mean the Lancaster family did have to
locate a church that would perform a gay wedding, it is a gay wedding in
the perception of the churches and to the general public as well."
I gritted my teeth in anger, "This is NOT a gay wedding, I'm Natalie,
I'm always in makeup and lipstick and I exclusively wear women's
clothes. And since I look like a pretty girl there's nothing gay about
me marrying a wealthy, handsome man."
My Stepmother reached over and patted me on the head like a child and
she said, "Natalie dear, who cares what they think anyway? Even if it is
a gay marriage, and I'm not saying that it is, it wouldn't change that
you are one lucky girl."
I shifted uncomfortably in my dress and muttered, "I'm not gay."
After I stopped arguing with my mother I peeked into the crowd and saw
the wedding guests. To my horror I noticed that a large number of the
guests were from my 2008 high school graduating class of Liberty Bell
High. I knew I hadn't invited them. I asked my Stepmother who sent them
invitations and she said, "I did, you surely remember that I attended
Liberty Bell High in the same years you did?"
I discovered that the wedding guests from Reginald's party were of
course his odd family, his furry sister insisted on attending the
wedding dressed in a unicorn costume. His necrophile brother declined to
attend as he hated weddings since there wasn't a dead body to have "fun"
with. He was obviously a fan of funerals.
It was time for me to walk down the aisle as the organist played "Here
Comes the Bride". And as I walked forward in my wedding dress I could
hear the horrible sound of my ex- friend Pete's voice among the wedding
guests yelling the word "Sissy" whenever the organ part was at "Here
Comes the...he would speak the word "Sissy" out loud turning it into
"Here Comes the Sissy Bride". I had the urge to charge at him and beat
him up, but it would have embarrassed me in front of my soon to be
husband Reginald. I figured that it must have been my Stepmother who
invited Pete because she probably thought I wanted him there as she was
a believer in the conspiracy theory that I had always been madly in love
with him. She was wrong.
The priest led us into our vows, we both said them and then said I do,
and Reginald kissed me. The priest pronounced us man and wife. I heard
Pete yell out, "You meant to say man and FAGGOT!" In my thoughts I swore
I was going to kick Pete's ass sooner or later.
I told Reginald to wait for me as I had something to say to Pete, I
approached Pete and he was smiling with a look of sadistic satisfaction.
I said to Pete, "I know my Stepmother invited you so that's her fault,
but did you have to act like such an asshole during the wedding
ceremony?"
Pete was ready for my anger, he said, "Don't get mad little sissy, I
came here today to say I told you so, I said you were a crossdressing
sissy faggot, and by marrying a man you proved me right."
I reacted in a defensive way, I said, "I am NOT a sissy faggot, I'm a
pretty girl and my name is Natalie."
Pete laughed and said, "Oh yes, Natalie, the feminizing name I gave you,
it was created as an insult, you know? And since your Stepmother told me
that you denied being Transgendered, the name Natalie is just your sissy
name, that's all it is. You are a sissy faggot who wears women's clothes
and has sex with men."
I wanted to murder him because he wouldn't stop calling me a faggot, but
unfortunately I could almost see his point. It was going to be difficult
to convince people that I was totally heterosexual. I had nothing more
to say to Pete and I walked away in a huff.
During our honeymoon Reginald fucked me in the ass many times, I always
orgasmed from anal sex but I think everyone does, the body has responses
it can't control, it doesn't suggest anything about me as a person.
After the honeymoon Reginald started acting differently, he said he
needed to talk with me about something.
He said, "Natalie, your Stepmother and I have entered into a business
arrangement, she's now the owner of a new nightclub in downtown
Philadelphia and you are going to work there."
I was stunned, I asked, "Work? I thought I was going to be a housewife?"
Reginald said, "I have to put you to work, I've always had fears that
because of my father's massive wealth any woman who married me would
merely be a gold digger, so putting you to work is how you will prove
you married me for the right reasons and not for my money. The
prenuptial agreement you signed the day before the wedding had a
provision which stated that if you divorce me before year four of the
marriage you would not receive any money."
Yikes! I admit I didn't read it closely, I just imagined that the
prenuptial agreement favored me, I assumed they favored most women and
that I would probably get half of his wealth whenever we divorced. I
wanted to argue with him about it, but somehow I felt like he had the
moral high ground. While it was true I had married him for his money I
could never let him know that. I would have to prove I was loyal to him.
In giving me a job working for my Stepmother he was implying that by me
working he was testing my character. With my Stepmother in charge of me
he also thought I wouldn't be in any danger.
The next day, I found out where my Stepmother's new nightclub was
located and I drove there. I looked at the sign out front, it said, "The
Fag Cats Club". Yuck! I hated the name. I told the bouncer who I was and
he asked for my ID and soon I was permitted to walk toward my
Stepmother's office inside.
I found her and she smiled and told me "Welcome Natalie, take off your
clothes and get dressed in the club outfit, you are one of the cats."
I asked, "Who are the cats?"
She said, "The waitresses."
To Be Continued....
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