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I had met him several times before, and now that he and his new wife, June, had moved into our neighborhood, we interacted more frequently. I had actually dated her for a while before she and Jeff married, so I was aware of more intimate aspects of her as well as their relationship. I had always found it strange that they got married, as they seemed an odd pair. He was not particularly attractive, nor personable. Also, June complained a lot about him, in particular his tendency to be rude to her and her friends, as well as flirtatious with other women. In fact, she stopped dating me to be with him, but as we started tapering off June introduced me to one of her friends from college, Susan; setting us up on a blind date that went well. It went so well, that we continued to date, became serious, and then got married. June and Susan remained good friends, requiring we interact as couples. Recently, June had asked Susan if they could borrow a folding table from us and after using it, she called about returning it. I told them to come on over. Although it had been in the past and we were both married now, I still found her attractive and had to admit, I would agree to do things for her just so I could spend time with her. That was particularly true now, since it had been months since we had been together, because our work schedules had been so hectic. To say I was disappointed when I saw their van pull up and only Jeff was inside was an understatement. But I was friendly and helped him get the table out of his vehicle and into our garage. As we did so, I couldn't help but notice the way he looked at me, a sort of combination of a sneer, amusement, and ogling. It made me feel both uncomfortable and awkward. I knew my appearance had changed a lot lately. I had let my hair grow out, so it was now down to my shoulders. Susan hadn't liked it but insisted if I was going to wear it long, that I take care of it and that included covering the gray that was creeping in. Maybe that was what caught his attention, as my hair was now a light honey blonde color and was shiny and smooth from the hair products Susan gave me. I had it pulled back in a loose ponytail with a tortoise-shell clip, a feminine look but one I used around the house a lot. I had also lost a lot of weight, a conscious effort to slim down, dropping nearly 25 pounds in the last three months. So I no longer had the pudgy belly that Jeff was used to seeing. My waist was now a trim 28 inches, but unfortunately the lost weight didn't include my chest. As a teenager, I had a bout of gynecomastia which when combined with my weight gave me a definite protruding set of 'male boobs'. When I also had a large stomach, it wasn't as noticeable as I looked like any other fat guy. But now my bust was more prominent, projecting out from my smooth trunk. I hadn't thought about how they might look under my loose t-shirt, bouncing as we moved the table. So maybe that was what caught his eye. In any case, he left and I went back to doing my chores around the house. I forgot all about it until a few days later when June called. "Hello Roger, how's it going? Sorry I missed you the other day, it seems like forever since we've been together. Jeff mentioned that you looked so different. That you are much trimmer and your hair looked nicer too. I wanted to come by and give you guys a thank you gift, is now a good time?" "That's nice June, but you don't need to do that. Besides, Susan isn't here." "Well I want to give you something. I don't mind that Susan is not at home. I'll be over in a few minutes." She hung up and I was left standing there. I had tried to deflect her, as she really didn't need to reward us for loaning her the table, but I would be glad to see her. I just didn't want to sound too eager. Soon, I heard a knock at the front door and I opened it to let her in. Standing there, June looked great as always. Her soft brown hair was cut in a short style that framed her face perfectly. She had just enough makeup to highlight her bright blue eyes, high cheeks, and full lips. The cut of her top, a white sleeveless mock turtleneck in a sheer fabric, emphasized her large breasts. The lace bra she wore underneath was visible and you could tell she was a D- or even DD-cup. The rest of her outfit was a simple pair of jean short-shorts paired with high heel sandals. Maybe because she was only about 5'3" in height, but she almost always wore heels. The fact that they made her ass look good too, was also a plus, I'm sure. Seeing me, she smiled and reached out to lightly grab my upper arm. "Oh my! Jeff is so right. Your hair is lovely. I hadn't realized it had gotten so long and that color is suited perfectly to your skin tone and hazel eyes. I can see why he was so struck by it. I also have to admit your weight loss is very noticeable as well. Not that you were fat, but without that typical male paunch like Jeff's, you look years younger and so trim. He told me you seemed to have developed up top as well. I can see what he meant, although if I remember correctly, when we were together you had a bit of that already, didn't you?" Her barrage of compliments and then questions about my appearance caught me off-guard. Especially about my chest. I had gotten somewhat used to it being atypical and most people didn't mention it if they noticed. I blushed and stuttered out something about it being a condition I had since puberty. She quickly agreed that I was probably the same size as before, but it just looked different with a trim waistline. As we talked, she moved closer and I caught a whiff of perfume. I recognized it immediately as it was a fragrance she wore when we had dated. I hadn't smelled it on her since she and Jeff married. The mere smell bought back pleasant memories of our time together and put me in a better mood. But June soon went back to my hair. "Jeff told me, that he thought your hair was as pretty as any woman's and I agree. I would love to do something with it once, just for fun. You know, he has been pestering me constantly about it. He'd love to see how you would look with your hair done and maybe wearing something up top that would show off your bust. I can see what he means now. I could really work something out I think. How about it, would you do me a favor and let me try? If you don't, I know Jeff won't give me a rest. He can be so annoying about things he wants." I wasn't quite sure I understood what she was asking, so I questioned her. "What do you mean try something? Try what?" "Oh just let me style your hair. You know, put some curl in it or maybe some soft waves with a flip. That will be the hard part, deciding what style might look best. I can already imagine four or five looks that would be perfect for your hair and face. I could do even more, if we had it cut right. Then if you wore some cute top or something that would show off your bust, I think that would do the trick for Jeff." "What? You must be joking. I wouldn't do something like that. Even if agreed, Susan would think it would be silly too." "Susan's fine with the idea. As soon as Jeff got home the other night he started on me, so I called her to talk about it. She said it was okay and acted like it wouldn't be a big deal at all to her. Besides it would just be us, a one-time thing you know. I'm sure you realize what a hound Jeff is about boobs. He can't seem to get enough of them." Although I was startled first by the idea itself, the fact that Susan had agreed really put me off balance. I stuttered around trying to figure out what to say. I seized on her last statements about how Jeff like boobs. "Well if Jeff is such a breast guy, why would he be interested in me? I may be unusually large for a guy, but compared to women, especially someone like you with your figure, I would look like a board. There's really not much there. Plus I'm a guy. The idea is just too strange." "I agree you're not like me or even your lovely wife, but you underestimate Jeff's range of interest. He's as hot for small boobs as big ones really. In fact, he seems to get fascinated as much by someone with ones different than my size. That's what I like about this idea. I mean, I know it is just a form of visual stimulation and since you're a guy, looking is all he'd want. I know it might seem pretty odd, but for me I'd like the chance to do this. For one thing, I really enjoy being together, just you and me. If we were to do it, you could come over to our house, and we'd spend the day together. Try different looks, have lunch, just be close. Ideally, if you would agree to Saturday, that would be perfect. Jeff has to work till 4 PM, and we could have all day to hang out, just the two of us. Then he could come check out how you look. I'm sure once he got a few looks, he'd be satisfied. Please think about it. I'd make it fun I promise. I just don't think I can take more pressure from Jeff about this." As she spoke, June moved even closer. So close that her bare leg rubbed against mine and her breasts were literally brushing my shirt. The heady aroma of her perfume filled my brain and I felt like I was in a fog. The mere idea of trying to dress to look like a woman was so outlandish as to be ridiculous. I knew I was not overly masculine, with neither big muscles nor lots of body hair, but even with a modest 5'8" frame, I did not think I had a feminine profile. Plus, the way Jeff looked at me in the garage was creepy enough. This would be way worse. But then the idea of spending all day with June, just us two was a big draw. I mean I had gotten hard as soon as she arrived and now it seemed like it was going to explode. I had a serious crush on her and still consider the night we went to bed together to be one of the high points of my life. Even my subpar sexual performance didn't alter how I looked at that night. So I stuttered a second, trying to think of what to do. June must have sensed my indecision, as she stared at me deeply before leaning in to kiss my cheek. Her boobs pressed against my arm and it seemed like her perfume was swirling around me. Staying close to my face she whispered again. "Please say yes. I need your help, okay?" That pushed me over the edge. Although I couldn't voice it, I managed to nod my head in the affirmative. Getting the response she wanted, she grabbed me in a big hug and again kissed my cheek. I could feel my face flush from embarrassment, as I was sure she felt my erection as we were pressed together. Finally she let me go and stepped back. As if by magic, she pulled a cloth tape measure from her pocket. Stepping behind me, she looped it around me, and quickly measured around a few places on my frame. Finally satisfied, she rolled it back up and moved in front of me. "This should give me enough to work with, I mean for what he wants. I promise you won't regret this at all. Just come over about 10 on Saturday morning so we can get started. No need to dress up either, a tee shirt and jeans will be fine. Thanks again, I knew I could count on you to be there for me." As she headed back to her car, I began to realize what I had agreed to do and started to panic. But seeing her smile so big, with relief obvious on her face, made me swallow my protests. Plus her nipples were hard and poking through her top, suggesting to me that she was excited too. I would just have to do it, get it over with, and forget it. It seemed a small price to pay to have time alone with her. Later when Susan came home, I thought of telling her but before I could say anything she matter-of-factly mentioned that she had plans to shop on Saturday, would be gone all day, and that I should find something to keep me busy. She had a knowing smile as she talked, which told me she had spoken with June and was apparently okay with it all. The next two days were crazy as I alternated between excitement about being with June and dread at what I had agreed to do. The visual of Jeff leering at me, haunted my thoughts about the day, but I tried to balance that with knowing I could be close to June. Finally, it was time. I took a quick shower and shaved my face. I was so nervous, I could only eat a slice of toast. Susan was prepping for her day and as she left she told me to have fun, behave, and she would see me later for dinner. I headed over to June's house, dressed as she suggested in jeans and a tee. When she opened the door, I was immediately glad I had agreed to do this for her. She was wearing a sexy romper with cutouts on the sides and a deep v-neckline revealing lots of cleavage. Her boobs were taut against the fabric and I could tell she wasn't wearing a bra. She gave me a big hug and a quick kiss on the cheek. I started getting hard immediately as I smelled the perfume she had worn for me before. Taking me by the hand she led me to the kitchen. "Roger I am so glad you are here. We are going to have a wonderful day. A day we will remember for a long time. But before we start getting you ready, I want to just relax and chat. I've brewed up some tea and we can talk and catch up on each other's lives, okay?" I followed her to the kitchen, where we sat at her table and talked for the next 30 minutes sipping tea and just being with each other. It was perhaps the most we had talked and the closest we had been since we stopped dating. I loved it, as she was both interested in me and flirty as well. It was hard not to just stare at that wonderful cleavage. That kept me hard as well as interested, as my cock seemed to like being close to her even more than my mind did. Even when she described how excited Jeff was about today, it did little to dampen my growing enthusiasm. I did have to ask how her marriage was and couldn't resist digging a bit to see what she had found so intriguing about him. I did feel a bit awkward after I asked her, but she merely smiled and answered my personal question. "Jeff does have some disagreeable qualities and tends to annoy me at times, but he has a few things that most women desire. Although he doesn't seem to be a smooth talker most of the time, especially in a group, he is really skilled at it. When you're alone with him, he has a way of talking with you that makes you feel like you're the sexiest, most special woman in the world. He seems to know what buttons to push to get you excited or feeling good about yourself. He also has a sort of inner command that radiates confidence, control, and experience; that he knows what he is doing at all times and will be there to protect and provide for you. That is a sort of masculinity that a lot of women love. That personality strength is combined with a physicality that is special. Jeff isn't the handsomest guy and in everyday situations he doesn't stand out. But I'll tell you, in the bedroom arena, so to speak, he shines. He has the right equipment you might say that puts him in elite company. It's a kind of sexual experience you can't get from most men. He does know he is special and that he can get his way with many women, so you have to deal with his wandering, but that's a price I was willing to pay." I had to blush when she answered, because it immediately made me think of our sexual encounter. I had finally lured her to bed and when she lay naked before me I tried to make her as pleased sexually as I could. I did give her multiple orgasms, but it was only by kissing and licking her sweet pussy until she came. Unfortunately, when I moved up and began to fuck her, I was so excited that I didn't last but a few strokes. She told me it was okay and we cuddled after I came. But that was the only time we had sex and we only had one more date, although we'd get together for lunch or other daytime activities. I had to know that I didn't really deliver the sexual excitement she wanted. So when she described how Jeff was able to please her that answered my question in a way I was not ready for. But that seemed to be the perfect transition for her to indicate that it was time we started my transformation. I was docile by that time and having resigned myself to do this, I went with her upstairs to their master suite. Following her as she went upward, my eyes gravitated to the bottom of her romper where her butt cheeks were showing and I could see she had no more than a thong panty underneath. Of course my cock was rock hard. As we entered the room, she turned and gestured toward the bed. "Go ahead and slip out of your clothes. Also put your hair up with the clip I left on the nightstand. I want to see what I have to work with and how much we need to do." I started to hesitate, but she waved me on, and then turned to go into the adjoining bath. This was where my nerves kicked in. Swallowing and trying to convince myself it would be fine, I pulled off my shirt and then slid the pants down my legs. I pulled my hair back and twisted it so the clip would keep it on top of my head. Standing there in my underwear, I interlocked my fingers and held my hands just in front of my still erect cock. I was trying to wish it to get soft, but with no response. She returned and smiled again. "I need everything off Roger. We don't need to be coy, I mean we've seen each other nude before, right?" Glancing downward, her slight smile turned into a wide grin. "Oh I understand now. That's so cute, you still find me sexy." Moving closer, she put her hands on each side of my briefs and slowly but steadily pulled them down. My cock hung in the fabric a second before popping out and bobbing in the air while she pulled my briefs down far enough for me to step out of them. I nearly jumped when she wrapped her hand around it, lightly grasping the shaft. "There's my little fellow. Glad to see he's still perky. I just love how he fits so easily in my hand. Sometimes it feels like I can barely wrap my fingers around Jeff, you know? I'm also pleased that I remembered how you look. I was hoping that I was right that you didn't have a lot of body hair. It should be easier to make you presentable." Turning, she kept a light grip on me and pulled me toward the bath. I was blushing furiously now, both from what she said as well as from her actions. But what worried me most was her statement about my hair. I was right to worry, as once we were in the room, she let go of me to turn on the water in the claw-foot bathtub. She reached over and began to put on some vinyl gloves that were on the counter. "Roger go ahead and step in the tub. I'm going to apply some depilatory cr?me to make your skin smooth and soft." "June, you didn't mention anything like this. I don't know if that is something I want to do. I mean, I thought you just wanted me to let Jeff look at my chest? Why do I need to remove my body hair?" "Oh don't worry, you have such fine hair, and it's so light in color, no one will really notice. But Jeff expects you to look feminine for him. Besides, you do have a little patch of chest hair that is totally wrong for the outfit I chose for you. This will only take about 15 minutes. The cr?me is real effective, although so gentle you can use it to remove pubic hair. You still remember how smooth I was for you when we had sex, don't you?" By now June was applying the cr?me, as she had not waited for me to agree. She had just started. I had to admit I didn't have a lot of hair, as it was only noticeable on my legs, forearms, the small patch in the center of my chest, and under my arms. The thickest area was my pubic hair and even that was so light it didn't really hide anything. June seemed oblivious to how this might affect me later, but as she smoothed it over my body I couldn't help but wonder how I would explain this to Susan. I would have to tell her I had done it, as she would surely be jealous if she knew I had allowed June to see me completely nude, not to mention handle my cock. These thoughts tumbled in my head as June finished by putting cr?me on the base of my cock, all over my balls and between my cheeks. She did leave a narrow strip of hair above my cock which immediately made me remember that was how she had looked when I went down on her. Having completed the application, June peeled off her gloves and told me to just stand there, it would only be about 15 minutes and she could wash me off. That was the longest quarter hour of my life. I could see myself reflected in the mirror over the sinks, and I couldn't help but focus on how feminine I looked in this situation. The shock of what I was doing began to affect me and my hard-on quickly softened making everything worse. As it shriveled up, it appeared so small. All I could think about was that I was going to present my body as a female to another man. By the time June re-entered the bath, I was almost shaking from the cold of standing there nude, nerves, and embarrassment. If she noticed, June didn't say anything but picked up the hand-nozzle, a washcloth, and immediately began to wipe and then wash the cr?me and the dissolved hair off my legs. As she worked her way upward, she smiled at me. "Time for the unveiling! I know you're going to look so cute when I'm done getting you ready. I hope you are as excited as I am, but honestly I'm glad you've gone back to your tiny softness. It will make the rest of the transition a lot easier." The shower of slightly cool water had been aimed right at my cock and balls as she talked and when she moved it up to rinse off my stomach and chest hair, I couldn't help but see how small and powerless they looked. It was almost as if my cock was reticent to be seen, as it had shrunk back on itself. My balls were no better, being like almonds inside my sack. When she finished rinsing the cr?me off my body, June told me to sit on the edge of the tub so she could wash my hair. She went through the process, first shampooing, then conditioning and lastly a final rinse. After my hair drained a bit, she wrapped it up in a turban towel to allow it to dry and handed me another bath towel to dry my body. As I did so, I couldn't get over how my appearance had changed by the simple removal of body hair. I knew I wasn't overly masculine but my soft, smooth skin highlighted the feminine aspects of my appearance. It wasn't helped by how small my cock and balls looked without pubes; they still seemed in shock over this whole episode. Once I was dry, I went to the bedroom where June was waiting. Entering the room, I subconsciously placed my hands in front of my genitals as if I instinctively knew that had to look small and delicate. If June noticed she didn't say but merely indicated for me to stand in front of her. I noticed she was holding a small tube and a spray can. "Okay Roger, time for the next step. This may seem extreme, but I think it will work for the best. Even though you are small for a man, your cock still can disrupt the appearance we want for Jeff. So, what I'm going to do is apply some medical adhesive to help cover it up. The good thing is the adhesive is very gentle and non-toxic, plus it's easy to remove. Here let me show you how it works." June sprayed a little of the clear liquid on the forefinger and thumb of her left hand. Pressing them together, they were immediately glued tight. She had me pull slightly on them and I could tell that they would not come apart without tearing the skin. June then put some liquid from the bottle where they were stuck together. The liquid rapidly dissolved the medical adhesive and her fingers separated easily. She smiled broadly at me. "See, it works like a charm. What I want to do is use this to help tuck your male parts, so they are hidden. I think it should work well for what we need. You'll have to help but it should only take a few minutes to complete. Just do as I say." "June, it looks safe, but this is too much. I mean, I really didn't want to remove my body hair, but I could kind of understand it. But why is it necessary to glue me like this? Can't I just push my cock back between my legs?" "Well that might help a little, but the panty I picked for you is fairly sheer, so I just don't want to take any chances on what might show. Tell you what, let me try it and if you don't see how it improves your new look, then I'll remove the glue." Not really convinced, I felt like I had no other choice, so I let her proceed. It went pretty easily, I had to admit, although it felt odd to have her handle me so much. We first worked on keeping my balls inside of me; I pushed them one at a time into the cavity on each side while she pulled back my sack skin and glued it tight against my body. She only had to hold it a minute or two to allow the glue to set. The balls protruded a little against my taut skin, but mostly stayed concealed. June finished by spraying the underside of my cock, avoiding the more sensitive skin on the glans, and then stretched it back toward my ass. Since it was pulled tightly backwards, she held it for a good five minutes to be sure the glue was firm. Releasing her hand, my cock stayed in place, making it feel quite weird between my legs. From the front, I now had a smooth curve running from my narrow patch of pubic hair down between my legs. It didn't really look like a woman's labia but it looked even less like a man's genitals. June was very pleased. Seeing how she had solved that issue, she had me slip on the panties she had chosen. They were a cheeky tanga style made of a sheer beige nylon with lace trim around the waist, legs and up the cheeks. I understood what she meant now, as I looked very feminine from the front with the pubic landing strip and flat front providing a convincing look. "Oh Roger that looks so much better, better than I had even hoped. I guess I had forgotten how small you really were. That made it much easier to convert you to a smooth sexy look under your panties. Now we need to work on your hair. Just slip on this robe and sit down at my vanity. I'm going to use rollers to give you the curl and wave I want in your hairstyle. Once your hair is in curlers, then we can take a break for lunch. Later I can do your makeup and we can finish getting you dressed. We should have lots of time before we show you off to Jeff." That short conversation sort of summed up my relationship with June. She could praise me and insult me within the same sentence. Despite all the changes she had done to my appearance, I enjoyed being with her. I hadn't spent this much time with her, or been this close since we stopped dating. Just having her hold my cock, even if it was to glue it out of the way, gave me a special feeling inside. Of course, my thoughts also flashed to my wife and I felt a tinge of guilt at still lusting for June, but I convinced myself that Susan was okay with me being here. Overall, I was beginning to adjust to following June's lead and doing as she said. You could tell that she was used to setting hair, because it took her only about 15 minutes to roll mine in large plastic curlers. She used setting gel on each one and secured them with bobby pins so they would stay in place. Once she had all my hair done, June covered it with a stretchy hair bonnet. She seemed really pleased and assured me that my hair would looked really nice once she styled it. We would need to let my hair dry naturally for a while and then I could sit under her portable hair dryer to finish it. Taking my hand in hers, June began to file my fingernails. She wanted to polish my nails, telling me she wished we had gone to a nail salon first. I would look much cuter with nail extensions, but she could at least shape them and give them a pretty color. June worked quickly, doing first my right and then left hands. While the bright red polish dried, she repeated her work on my toenails, even buffing my feet to make them smoother. I questioned her a bit about removing the polish when we were done, but she said it would only take a few minutes to remove it. After Jeff had seen me, she would remove the glue, polish, and I could take a quick shower so that I was free of all traces of her feminization efforts. That made me feel a little more comfortable with how far she was going with all of this. Once the polish was done, I sat there waiting for it to get dry enough for me to move around. Sitting there, I could see my image in her vanity mirror. I appeared as feminine as could be with my hair in curlers, polished nails, smooth hairless skin and light pink satin robe. Although I was loving being so close to her, I was paying a high price for June's attentions. While we waited, we talked about how my marriage to Susan was going and exchanged intimate details about each other's love lives. The more we talked the closer I felt we were getting. Maybe it was just coincidental, but she made a lot of contact with me as we talked, letting her fingers trace over much of my body and face or occasionally brushing against me with her breasts or hips. Finally, she felt my nails were dry enough and pulled out a pair of high-heel slippers. She wanted me to wear them so I could practice walking in heels. They felt really odd as they shifted my whole body posture, but combined with the other unique feelings of my tucked genitals and the tight pull of the rollers on my hair, it didn't seem out of place. I followed her gingerly downstairs to get something to eat. We spent the next hour in her kitchen, snacking on a tray of fruits, vegetables, and cheeses, while we sipped a glass of white wine. June was so bubbly about all of this, it made me more relaxed. She emphasized how much she appreciated me doing this for Jeff, since it would keep him from lusting after some other woman. That theme had surfaced several times as we had talked through the day, giving me the feeling that his womanizing ways had made her doubt her own self-worth and attractiveness. So I took special pains to compliment her on her appearance, sexiness and style. She didn't quite seem to get how much I was drawn to her, as she constantly reflected my comments back to me; she assured me I would look spectacular once she had finished my transformation. For example, she insisted I walk back and forth in the heels, while she gave me pointers on a sexy walk. June praised me for being such a quick study and said I had a naturally sexy twitch when I moved in my heels. Not exactly what I was going for, but I did enjoy our intimate conversations. The most embarrassing point was when I needed to pee. The wine had worked its way through me and I excused myself to go to the bathroom. Of course, I had to sit on the toilet, and the way it felt when I peed, was surprisingly natural. It only reinforced how feminine I was becoming in both actions and image. Finally, it was nearly two o'clock and she said it was time to get ready. With a fair amount of trepidation, I finished my wine and we went upstairs. The first step was for me to sit for about 10 minutes under her portable hair dryer. It finished drying my hair while June got ready to do my makeup. Once she turned off the dryer, she had me sit at her vanity and began the process. I expressed my reservations again, and asked her if we could just do the minimum necessary. Her laugh, a lilting, teasing chuckle, told me that she would have none of that. For the next 30 minutes, she worked her magic on me starting with foundation and finishing with thick false eyelashes and glossy red lipstick. I could see the transformation in her mirror and was stunned both by how much detail she took with each step and how successful she was in crafting a female appearance to my face. When she lightly stroked a shiny lip gloss on my blood red lips, I wanted to cringe. I no longer looked like a man and could only imagine how Jeff would see me. Of course, June was overjoyed, telling me I was much cuter than she had ever hoped for. With my face done, she had me shed the robe and stand in front of her. Smiling she picked up some brownish red lip color. "Now Roger, you may have the cute little breasts that Jeff is seeking, but your nipples and areolas still look like a boys'. So I'm going to use a little lip stain to give you some more size and darker color. Although this is a stain, we need to let it dry a bit before we dress you. But I assure you, Jeff will love your new look." Using a narrow makeup brush, June carefully worked on each nipple. With small strokes, she doubled the size of my areolas and made them much darker. When she had applied enough, she had me turn to look at my new boobs in the mirror. The effect was sobering; they now looked much more feminine with this small step resulting in a big change in appearance. June had to compliment me and tease me a bit at how cute my boobs were while we waited for the stain to dry. Once she felt the color was set, she indicated it was time to put them in my first bra. June took a beige bra, trimmed in lace with sheer cups and fitted it around my chest. As she adjusted the shoulder straps and lifted my small boobs on top of the push-up pads at the bottom of each cup, I blushed a bright red visible even through my new makeup. I was flabbergasted by how much cleavage she had created and it was even worse, because my enhanced areolas were visible through the sheer lace at the top of the bra cups. She was beside herself, telling me I had a killer body. It was hard to argue at that point, as my chest was very prominent while my panties were smooth with no sign of a cock. I was now regretting my decision to go along with this. Maybe it wasn't too late to back out. "June, I'm having second thoughts about this. I mean, I didn't expect to have to go this far and you've done such a good job that I am nervous about Jeff seeing me like this. How can he look at me as a man after he sees how feminine you have portrayed me? I thought I was just going to have to wear a girl's top or some sort of lingerie camisole, but you've totally redesigned my whole image. It feels unnatural to have my manhood glued down as if it doesn't exist and the way you've highlighted my chest plays on my sensitivity about how it looks. Plus, I can't imagine that Susan thought you would take me this far. If she saw me now, I'm sure she would want me to stop as well. I'm sure she wouldn't want her husband to look like a woman. I should have said more about my concerns earlier, but I think it's time I put my foot down." I tried to look stern and determined as I finished, but I felt nothing but fear of my upcoming humiliation. My insides felt like they were being squeezed, with stomach in knots and my chest compressed tightly. I was acutely aware of my cleavage and uplifted breasts as I breathed; they rose and fell with each breath which were now coming faster as I began to get more and more nervous. It was even worse because you could see my enhanced nipples peeking through the lace. My cock seemed to be crying out for help, as it was pressed tightly against me, snugly trapped between my legs, covered in silky nylon. I sensed it was not how I should look or be dressed. I had been so overcome by my desire to spend one-on-one time with June that I had overlooked how much I was sacrificing. Finally I had to look down at my hands, as I was getting so upset I was afraid I would cry. They were folded across my body, arms pushing my padded breasts further forward. I had them resting at the top of my panty, the shiny red nails making my fingers look longer and thinner. I couldn't help but see how my fingers were trembling, my resolve fading as I hoped that June would allow me to escape this torment. I could sense her moving closer and glanced upward, my thick lashes partially shading my eyes as she looked at me. She took my hands in hers, lightly squeezing them as if to give me the strength to stop shaking. My lower lip quivered as I waited for her response. "Oh Roger, you are so adorable. I figured you might have doubts about this as we got closer to making it real. But don't worry, you look fantastic, so sexy yet vulnerable and demure. Jeff will go crazy over you. I mean, you're like a virginal sex goddess. This will be more than he ever expected. As far as how he will see you in the future, I bet he'll have a new found appreciation of your potential. I have to admit, he has always teased me about the fact that we dated and how you aren't the kind of man I needed. But I'm sure once he sees you as a beautiful, sexy woman, he'll understand what I found appealing about you. Susan will have the same reaction, too. Bet you didn't know she had a hot lesbian fling with one of her sorority sisters when she was in college, did you? If she saw you like this, she'd eat you alive. I know she's bragged to me before about how good you are with your lips and tongue. I know you were the best pussy licker I ever had and to be truthful, I miss that now, as Roger is not the kind of guy to do that for his women. So just try to relax, have fun and enjoy the moment. I guarantee once Jeff starts drooling over you, you'll forget your worries and realize what you are capable of." She gave me a big hug and a kiss on the cheek. Earlier, I would have been thrilled to be this close to June, but looking down all I could see was how her breasts were pushed up against mine, accentuating both our cleavages. That was not how I wanted it. Plus rather than be reassuring, her little speech made my mind reel. Not only imagining Jeff 'drooling' over me but the idea that my wife had a lesbian past. I thought I knew all her inner secrets. If she had gone that far, what else had she done or was still doing that I didn't have a clue about? At least this last worry got my mind off my catwalk for Jeff. I had decided if I went through with this, it would be a brief walk around so he could see me and then I would retreat and change back to my own attire. June had been very clear that I could stop at any point. So with that small plan in mind, I let her continue the last phases of my transformation. Getting fully dressed didn't take much time. June gave me a pair of fishnet thigh-hi stockings in a light beige with lace trim on the elastic at the top. She showed me how to bunch them up and slowly work them up each leg. I had to admit the feel of the silky material on my now smooth legs gave me a sexual rush. My cock twitched even as it was held in place between my legs by the medical adhesive. The stockings went almost to my panty, giving me a much longer leaner look. June had me slip on the dress she had selected and helped me by zipping up the back. It was a simple sundress with spaghetti straps, triangular cups for the top, and a baby-doll style that extended just past the top of my hose. The cups covered my bra cups, but left the straps exposed and highlighted the padded cleavage. It was a cream white, with eyelet details on the cups, around the hem, and under the bust. I was a bit surprised at this choice because it was a relaxed style. With my dress on, she had me fastened my shoes, a pair of strappy high heel sandals in a nude color. Once I was fully dressed she had me walk around a bit and I could see that I looked quite feminine in the outfit and although it was very short, the dress still kept my stocking tops covered most of the time. Now that I was dressed, June turned to styling my hair. She slowly unwound each roller, letting the resulting softly curled hair bounce toward my shoulders. With each one, I saw more and more how curling my hair would finalize the change of my overall image. Once she had then all removed, she lightly tousled my hair with her fingers, separating the curls only a bit to make then a little looser. She also used a hair pick to position them, but she made it clear that my hair style would be very curly. Satisfied that she had it the way she wanted, June used hair spray to help the curls maintain their shape. She was very excited, as Jeff loved curly hair. I had to admit, looking at my image in the mirror, I could see why she was excited. I had the look of a real female. Enough to make me resume my worries about how Jeff would think of me going forward. As my mind focused on my upcoming debut, she gave me some jewelry accessories, including a necklace, bracelet, anklet and clip on earrings, all in a silver-rhinestone theme. The last piece of jewelry made me blush again. It was a solitaire-style ring with a single large rhinestone simulating a diamond. She slid it up my left ring finger against my silver wedding band, giving me the appearance of a married woman. Her final act was to spray me with perfume. I recognized it right away as the perfume she used to wear when we dated and glanced up at her. June sensed my question. "Yes, I used to wear this for you, but now I only use it occasionally. Jeff calls it my 'please fuck me' perfume, because I use it to signal him when I'm horny. He'll flip when he smells it on you, as he will get the impression that you want him. I'm making sure that we've pushed all his buttons. He'll think of you as all female in every way: sight, smell, sound, and touch. Just remember how women react with you, and mimic those moves and you'll be fine. I know you look all girl to me." With that she gave me a quick hug, then told me to go downstairs that Jeff would be here any minute. As I negotiated the stairs in my heels, my mind was numb. Her description of how I should approach him confirmed my worst fears. The five minutes waiting for her to join me were torture, as I was worried he would come in first. I felt the need for her presence to support me. Luckily, she came down and we went in to the kitchen, just as I heard his car pull into the garage. The sound of the garage door sent my heart racing and I felt light-headed as if I were going to pass out. June sensed my nervousness and took my hands in hers and squeezed them. "Now just relax, you look wonderful. Jeff is going to be overwhelmed by your appearance. I think once you see how taken he is with your new look, that you'll calm down and enjoy the experience. You're lucky in a way, because most guys never get to feel what a woman feels when she is noticed by a man. I can guarantee that Jeff will make you feel totally beautiful, sexy, and desirable. Remember to treat him with respect, answer his questions and do as he asks. Jeff is forceful, especially if he is attracted to you, but his demeanor is positive if he gets his way. That strength and confidence in a man, is what a lot of women look for in a guy and Jeff certainly will ease your sense of vulnerability with his strength." She finished with another hug and a light kiss on my cheek. Despite her assurances, I began to tremble and my head was still spinning. I knew I no longer looked like a man. My masculine shortcomings and feminine tendencies, like my flabby chest and longer hair, were emphasized so much that I had to look like a total wuss to him. How could I have let June talk me into this? Why had I agreed to sacrifice my masculinity, just to please Jeff? I mean, I didn't even like the guy and had little respect for him because of how he treated June. I just wanted to curl up and die, but June was whispering in my ear that I was to wait in here, until she called for me to join them in the living room. She left to greet her husband as we heard him shut the door from the garage and make his way into the house. Standing there alone, I resolved to never allow this to happen again. I was going to walk out there, let him have his looks, and then ask her to help me change back. I realized I had gone too far down this path and I needed to stop it now. If I lingered this way, dressed like a needy girl seeking attention, then I may never be able to regain my male identity in front of him. I would get June to promise to never tell Susan the details of this and to never bring it up around Jeff or her. As I built this wall of containment to convince myself that this event would not change my future, I heard her tell me to come join them. With the sounds of my pounding heart echoing in my ears, I took my first steps from the kitchen, concentrating on my short stride so I wouldn't wobble in my high heels. Beginning to turn the corner into the living room, I felt a sudden coolness swirl around the bottom of my skirt, chilling the small gap of bare skin between my panty and the lace top of my stockings. It felt like an omen of bad things ahead, but all I could do is reflexive pull down the hem of my dress, attempting in vain to make it longer so my legs would not be so exposed. As I pulled I could see that motion unintentionally exposed more of my upper chest, giving a hint of the lace detailing on my bra cups. Focused as I was on my clothing, I barely noticed Jeff and June sitting on the couch. It was only when I heard the click and accompanying flash of the camera in her smart phone did I really look at them. That was followed by several more photos in quick succession, documenting my approach. June was perched on the couch arm, close to Jeff who had sat down there. His grinning face sickened my stomach immediately, making me wish I were dead. June was looking at her phone, glancing my way in between photos. I really began to panic now. "June don't take my picture. I want this to remain our secret. There's no need for photos of this." "Don't be silly, you look lovely. Besides, Susan's been pestering me all day about how you look. We've been texting back and forth, and I've given her lots of details to her questions but I delayed sending her a photo until you were all done." "Yes don't be shy, little one, you look great. I must admit I was right to assume that June could take the raw material I saw in you and produce a sexy vixen. Honey you've done a fantastic job with him. I wouldn't think he was anything but a woman if I didn't know the truth. How'd you convince him to go so far? I mean I just wanted to see what his little boobs looked like, but you made him a regular sex doll. By the way, did you give him a new name to fit his new look?" "Yes, Susan suggested we use her old lover's name, Roxanne. She felt it would be appropriate for her hubby's feminine alter ego since both of them loved to give oral. I have to admit, he looks a lot like her too if my memory serves me right. Both are blonde, small up top but sexy, with long legs and a tight little ass. Did I meet your expectations with Roxie's new image?" "Oh more than that, he or maybe we should just say she, looks so real it's unbelievable. I know she is cuter this way than before. But let's chill a bit, I could sure use a cold one. How about you bring us all some drinks Roxanne? Then we can get to know each other better." I was left speechless by the turn of events, as more and more I felt like a trapped animal. Finding out that Susan was involved so heavily in my transformation was gut-wrenching, plus the level to which Jeff found me attractive was terrifying. I could see the lust in his eyes as he spoke. I hurried back to the kitchen to get some drinks, happy for this short reprieve. June had told me that Jeff would want a drink, so I knew what beer to get and to pour white wine for her and myself. I really wanted something stiffer than wine, but she had told me we wanted something lady-like to start with. I put the drinks on a mirrored tray and headed to the living room again. The break had been too short for sure, although I had moved as slow as possible. When I returned, June had sat in the chair next to the sofa, so I offered her the wine first, then gave Jeff his beer and took my wine as I put the tray on the end table. I glanced around the room, but the only seat options were next to Jeff on the couch, or far across the room at a small writing desk with a straight back chair. June could tell I didn't want to sit next to Jeff so she spoke up. "Roxanne, why don't you just stand in front of Jeff so he can take in your whole image? The whole idea of this party was for you to show off your cute figure to him and let him fully appreciate the hidden talents he had noticed before. Do a slow twirl and then move closer to him." I swallowed about half my glass of wine as she spoke. I had made up my mind to end this humiliation at this point and figured if I did as she said, it would make a good breaking point. I felt ridiculous, turning around on the balls of my feet to complete my twirl and I'm sure my face was a bright red as it felt warm to me. Once I was facing Jeff again, I felt this surge of fear wash across me. His eyes were intently focused on my chest and glancing down I could see my rouged up nipples poking through the sheer lace of my bra. I plunged ahead with my hasty plan and leaned forward just a bit, so he could get a good look. I figured that would meet all my obligations of my earlier promises. "There you go. I did as you wanted as a favor for June, but now that you've seen what you asked for, I think it is time to stop. Surely this satisfied your desire to see my hair and body done up as a girl and I gave you all the looks, and more, that you told June about. So June, let's go upstairs so I can start getting out of this stuff, okay? You said whenever I was ready to let you know." Just as I was finishing, I felt Jeff put his hand on my leg, running it up my stocking. I almost jumped as this was totally unexpected. I had turned to look at June as I spoke as I figured my deal was with her. But Jeff's action caused me to look back at him. His face had a sneer to it, making him look like a real life Snidely Whiplash. My heart was racing now, as I was worried about whether he would allow me to leave and get changed. I knew June did almost everything he asked, so I wasn't sure she would go along with my plan. The presence of his hand, lightly gripping my thigh, highlighted this fear. I was about to speak up when I heard June giggle a bit. "Roxie, don't be in such a hurry. You've not even let him see all your pretty lingerie yet. When I told you that I would help you get changed, it was with the understanding that Jeff said it was okay. This party is really for him, don't you know. You've barely been with him at all. Why don't you sit down next to him, so you two can get better acquainted? I think once you relax, you'll enjoy being a pretty girl." "Sit down here and relax. I promise I won't bite, nibble maybe, but not bite." June chuckled again at Jeff's weak joke, but I could tell that I wouldn't get any support from her, and he wasn't relinquishing his grip on my leg, so I nervously obeyed. I sat down, on the edge of the couch, trying to maintain some distance from him. Because my skirt was so short, I ran my free hand over my rear and then held the hem when I sat down to be sure it covered as much of my legs as possible. I knew this motion would make me look more feminine, but I felt I needed to do it. Once I was on the couch, Jeff easily slid his arm around my waist and pulled me closer toward him. His hand was wandering up and down my side, going from my hip to my enhanced bust. This made me really feel awkward as it seemed so creepy to be felt this way by a man. I nervously took a big sip of wine, as I tried to calm myself. That seemed to catch Jeff's eye and he leaned in to whisper in my ear. "I like the way you swallow. I love girls that can handle a big load without choking. I must admit, I didn't think June could deliver you like this. When I saw you the other day I just knew you had an inner girl that needed to come out. Now that you've released your feminine side, I'll be sure to make your experience a full blown one." As he finished, he took my ear lobe between his teeth and pulled slightly. The whole episode made my body shiver and his last move prompted goosebumps over my exposed skin. I felt sick inside, as his insinuations as to my interest in being feminine struck to core of my self-worth. Ever since June had proposed this idea to me, I had worried about how I would be able to put it behind me. Now I knew Jeff would never see me as a man again, and maybe June wouldn't either. I just wanted to end this as quickly as possible. Despite how it might look to Jeff, I took another big swig of wine, emptying my glass. Watching me finish my drink, he followed suit and emptied his beer. Smiling that evil grin, he handed me his empty bottle. "I think were both ready for a little more, don't you Roxie? How about you honey, you need a refill?" "Sure, I can use some more. Why don't you go back to the kitchen and get us all another drink Roxanne?" I obeyed June's request and stood up to get more drinks. As I gathered my tray and the empties, she stood up and came over behind me. Grabbing the zipper at the back of dress, she slowly pulled it down and leaned in to whisper. "When you get to the kitchen, why don't' you go ahead and slip out of this? I think Jeff would love to see you in just your pretty lingerie. That way he can get a real taste of what you have to offer. I know he loves it when I anticipate his needs. I'm sure he will feel the same towards you. Just remember, pleasing him is the goal tonight, okay sugar?" I should have known it would come to this, but her actions blindsided me. I could only nod my head and go to the kitchen. I refilled the wine glasses and got Jeff another beer. I stood there a moment, feeling my legs start to shake. The idea had seemed so innocent when June first talked to me about it. Just the thought of being near her all day, had clouded my judgement and helped me avoid thinking about what I was really agreeing to do. But now, it was time. I slowly slipped the straps off my shoulders and let the dress fall around my feet. Stepping out of it gingerly so my heels wouldn't catch, I reached down and picked it up. I carefully folded it and put it on the table, taking my time so as to delay the inevitable. I felt a shiver run up my spine, both from the coolness of being half naked and the fear of what Jeff would do. I adjusted my panty slightly and tugged on my stockings, making minute changes as if they would provide better cover for me. I finished by pulling up the cups of my bra to cover my nipples. I knew inside that the sheer fabric of my bra and panties would hide little and I would appear to be totally a woman. I had to reach between my legs to feel my cock, hoping it had somehow worked free of the adhesive so I could position it in front, as a sign of my masculinity. But it was steadfastly attached, even as it had shrunk from the cool air and the fear of my impending show for Jeff making it retract as much as the adhesive would allow. It would be no help to me now. Taking a deep breath and trying to steady myself, I turned and began the slow walk to the living room. I focused on the tray, to be sure I didn't spill anything and to take my mind off how I would appear to him. It seemed odd, but I walked smoothly now in my heels and noticed the soft sounds of my stockings rubbing against each other and the change in the sound of my stilettos as I moved from the tile floor of the kitchen to the carpeted living room. I avoided looking at Jeff, although I could hear a hiss of breath from him as I came into the room. I went to June to give her the wine. Before she had reached out for the glass, but this time she lay back forcing me to bend forward to get it to her. I knew instinctively that this action would push my ass out and give Jeff a bit of a show, but I saw no other way. As I held the tray out for her, she moved her hands to my bra rather than taking the drink. With a slight tug downward, she repositioned it, so that my nipples were clearly visible through the lace trim. She winked at me and mouthed "Don't be shy" before she took her glass. Now that I had served her, I had no other choice but to turn and face Jeff. I walked to him and as with June, I reached the tray out to him. He too hesitated to take his beer off the tray. I could see his eyes widen as he looked up and down my body. Jeff took a moment to stare at my breasts and then again at my crotch. I could only imagine what he was thinking, but it had to be bad for me. Finally he reached out and placed his hands on my hips, looking over at June. He smiled in that creepy way I had seen before and slowly ran his hands back around my panties until he could caress my butt cheeks. He gave them a soft squeeze and then another. With a chuckle he looked up at me. "Well this is a sweet surprise. I knew you had a woman's tits, but a plump woman's ass as well is a nice bonus. Tell me Roxie, have you always been this much of a girl, or did you come by it late in life? You certainly look sexy in these panties. I imagine now that you see how hot you look, you will want to wear them more often." I didn't bother to answer his lewd question, as I could tell it was more rhetorical than real. I was becoming super annoyed at this point, so I pushed the tray forward even more to try to force him to take his beer and remove his hands from my body. But he just looked up at me with that sick grin. I could feel him move his hands back to the front of my panties. He pulled out the front a bit, exposing my trimmed pubic hair. Looking down the front of my panty, he had a questioning look on his face. Releasing the fabric, he used his right hand to trace over the panty feeling the flat surface below my pubes and following the smooth curve down until his hand rested between my legs. Jeff lightly stroked the shaft of my penis, still held tight against my body by the adhesive. I shivered reflexively at this point, totally uncomfortable with his sexual advances. As my body twitched he grinned widely and looked at me eye to eye, while he continued to fondle me through the silky fabric of my panty. "Getting excited little girl? I know you girls pretend to be cool and not as horny as men, but you really like it as much as we do. June you told me he'd be small, but I had no idea he'd feel and look like a pussy down there. What'd you do, cut it off?" "Oh Jeff, don't be silly. He just wanted to really look the part. So he suggested we tuck it away and it just took a tiny bit of glue to hold it all back. You like his new look?" "Definitely, I mean he looks so fem already, this just makes sense. So how well does the glue work? I mean, how long will it hold?" "It's good until we use the solvent to release it. The adhesive is a high-grade medical brand that's designed for extended applications." "That's good, more or less permanent, or at least until she shows me otherwise. As I said before honey, you done a wonderful job with her. She looks and feels so real." Jeff had moved two of his fingers even further back so they rubbed across the top of my cock head. This was too much and I squeezed my thighs together tightly, so I trapped his hand in place. Jeff grinned again and looked up at me as he wiggled his fingers. "Am I making your pussy hot little girl? Don't worry, I'll take care of you. I bet you're getting wet too, huh?" As he spoke he freed his hand from the pressure of my thighs and continued to push back. I was mortified by his brazen actions and words. But what was even worse, was that I knew how I had reacted to his touch. Despite my embarrassment at being displayed to a man as a woman, the mere stroking of my cock had caused a natural reaction. I had been aroused all day by my interactions with June. Seeing her body, feeling her touch, and imagining what could have been, these had all kept my cock hard, or at least aroused even after she glued me down. So the sensual movement of Jeff's hand on my penis had caused it to leak the pre-cum that had been just inside. To me it was a natural response, as I had been doing it all day with June, but now as his fingers found the wet spot in my panties, it looked like I was indeed turned on by him and his fondling. "Just like I thought, you love being a girl don't you? I can tell you love showing off and really want to please me don't you? Otherwise, your pussy wouldn't be dripping wet when I touched you." Now I was getting mad. He was cocky and seemed to have no sense of decency about touching me in such a personal area. I had been scared and embarrassed by his attention, but this triggered a defensive response from me, unfortunately I tripped over my words when I tried to set him straight. "Jeff stop that. My pussy is not wet because of you. I mean, my cock is not wet. Aggh, whatever, I've just been leaking because it's been such a stressful day. I've just dressed this way because June asked me to help. Having your hand down there is not acceptable and I want you to stop. I agreed to let you have your looks, but not to be manhandled." I had tried to be firm and forceful, but when I realized I said pussy, my voice cracked and I trembled a bit. I was more mortified now than before I spoke up. Partly, because as soon as I stumbled over my words, Jeff laughed and began to pinch my cock head harder. That made it even worse because a little more pre-com leaked out as he did so. My panty was so wet you could actually hear his fingers squish as he rubbed me. Continuing to laugh, Jeff removed his hand from between my legs and finally reached for the bottle on the tray, taking a quick slug of beer. As he finished he put it on the side table and looked up at me. "Whatever, cock, pussy, I guess there all the same when you're built like that. I love it. Roxie you are so cute, you're driving me crazy. But don't worry I'll respect you and realize that no means no. Just let me get a closer look at those Grade-A tits of yours. Take your drink and put down that tray." I did as he asked, grateful to have his hand off my cock, grabbing my wine glass and placing the tray on the couch. I was still shaking and mad. Mad at myself for flubbing my response to his groping and for even agreeing to this whole thing in the first place. Mad at him for being so damn smug and condescending. It irked me to no end the way he felt he could just touch me anywhere he wanted. Even now, just the presence of his left hand on my hip felt unnatural. I have never been interested in men and now, despite being dressed like a woman, my desire remained focused on women, like June and Susan. Jeff was just an annoyance, highlighted by how vulnerable I felt being dressed only in girls' underwear. I was ready to get this over with and change out of this humiliating outfit. I noticed when I moved to place the tray on the couch that Jeff shifted slightly, so his legs were together and centered between mine. As I reached to place the tray and began to stand up straight, I felt his hand shift toward my ass while he moved his other one up so he could cup my left breast. I was now steaming mad; he was continuing to fondle me in the most inappropriate places and I needed to stop it. But just as I was about to say something, he swiftly pulled my bra strap off my shoulder, exposing my nipple. His eyes were focused on it, but he smoothly pulled the strap forward while at the same time he pushed my ass with his other hand. Those motions put me off balance and I began to topple forward. Aware that I had a glass of wine in one hand, I focused on keeping it steady so I wouldn't spill it on June's couch. At the same time I glanced quickly down and realized I could place my knees on the couch to steady myself. Unfortunately that put Jeff squarely between my spread legs and let him lean forward to take my exposed breast into his mouth, which he did. I was trapped with his hand holding my ass in place, his lips sucking my breast into his mouth, and my knees precariously balanced on the couch, leaving only the toes of my high heels touching the floor. I gasped as soon as I felt Jeff's mouth on my breast, which turned into a squeal when he lightly bit my nipple and sucked hard on it. I felt like I had touched an electric wire, as the feel of his mouth on my breast shocked me throughout. I was also trapped as I was off-balance but held teetering in place by his teeth lightly grasping my hard nipple. "Oh Jeff, what are you doing? I thought you understood I was just for show. Please stop." My plea, in a high octave expressed between an even higher pitched squeal and a breathy gasp, only caused him to chuckle lightly without even releasing my nipple from the grip of his teeth. But he did move