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"Whine With Dinner" a.k.a. "Just Desserts"
Grant Wellsley and his wife Editha had been seated at their usual table
near the center of the elegant and expensive downtown New York
restaurant. They had ordered their drinks, selected their dinner and
were now relaxing. They had been out on the town and had been to the
early show of one of the top plays on Broadway. Now, it was dinner and
drinks to end the luxurious evening. The club owner entered the room to
talk to the maitre'd as a few other staff looked on. This establishment
had been Grant Wellsley's nearly nightly haunt for decades, usually for
drinks and sometimes for an elegant dinner and then conversation with
several other of the town's billionaire class and captains of industry.
But, Grant usually had a young lady on his arm while his wife Editha was
relegated to home, busy with her social calendar which consisted of
ladies clubs and get-togethers. Of course Grant would bring his wife to
the club but rarely. Tonight they came to dinner as a couple and were
now at their table enjoying the atmosphere. The only strange thing was
that Grant Wellsley hadn't been seen much lately. Matter of fact he
hadn't been in for dinner at "The Densmore Club" in over a year and a
half.
Of course stock markets ebb and flow, new opportunities come and go but
Grant had been particularly hard hit on his latest business dealings.
His once thirty billion dollar fortune had plummeted to less than two
billion in only the past five years. He'd become more of a playboy than
a businessman and once his actions threatened the family one-percent
lifestyle his mother-in-law finally stepped in and made her decision.
Not everyone knew that it was Editha and her mother who really controlled
the Wellsley fortune, matter of fact, Grant's last name had been changed
from Hawthorne to Wellsley when he and Editha were married thirty years
earlier. This fact was kept quiet and life went on with all appearing
normal.
As Grant sipped his double scotch on the rocks Editha finished her Pink
Lady and gestured the waiter. "I'd like another round of drinks and we'd
like another table please. Something in a quiet booth, I'm feeling a
draft young man," she said. Soon they were seated in a darker more
secluded booth. Another round of drinks soon arrived at the table. The
talk at the front of the establishment continued in earnest. The owner
Sam Densmore chatted with his matre'd and his top waiter.
"How long has it been Mr. Densmore? Mr. Wellsley hasn't been here in
over a year and a half," the matre'd wondered aloud.
"Did you notice the moustache and sideburns he's always had are gone.
And what kind of glasses are those, women's glasses?" Sam returned. "His
skin looks smoother. Has he had a face lift? And I can't believe he's
started wearing earrings. And his hair. Once a grey salt and pepper
he's now a blonde? His hair's the same length but now seems to have a
bit of a wave to it. And, he must have lost a good thirty pounds," Sam
finished as he wondered aloud.
What nobody could realize was that female hormones could work wonders on
the male figure and the male psyche. Grant's once masculine frame had
vanished, his breasts had budded, his waist had slimmed and his hips had
widened and rounded considerably. Editha was now the one in charge.
Grant wasn't his powerful self as he had been. He was still a presence
but now took his cue from his wife. "I guess his failings in business
caused his wife to put her foot down. They're still billionaires
though," Sam finished as the matre'd and head waiter looked on at the
distant booth before getting back to serving the arriving diners.
Everyone had seen Grant's standard evening tuxedo, the standard upscale
attire he always wore on evenings out but they didn't look closely
enough. For now, Grant was wearing a large size of woman's shoes! Low
heeled black patent leather slip on pumps that had a little silver fob at
the front. The shoes could pass for unisex but just barely. And nobody
noticed Grants tuxedo slacks either. They looked the same as always but
were more tailored now and if one was to look closer they would have
noticed there was no longer a front zipper. The zipper was now situated
on the side in a most feminine fashion but luckily was hidden by the
black cummerbund and tailored tuxedo jacket he wore. Editha was dressed
in elegant fashion as well, her makeup and hair set properly and
elegantly done in a vintage style, expensive jewelry and a full length
layered blue nylon chiffon evening gown and matching clutch purse, with a
mink wrap that had been left at the coat check stand. All appeared
normal but at the secluded booth a more private conversation was taking
place.
"I should have made you wear this evening gown tonight, isn't that right
princess?" Editha said in a mocking authoritative tone as Grant clutched
his linen dinner napkin to dab his upper lip nervously. "You have a bit
of a shine dear, should I get out the powder for you? Maybe add some
lovely mascara and eyeshadow? And oh, how about some of my lovely gloss
red lipstick? Do you like the shade dear?" She chuckled as she lifted
her clutch purse to the table, opened it and began rummaging in a
threatening manner as she relished her new control, taken back under her
mother's orders.
She took out her lipstick, Grant squirmed as she rolled the tube up and
began applying the gloss red lipstick to her lips in broad heavy strokes.
"You, don't prefer makeup this evening princess? Well, for now I guess I
can understand," She mocked as she finished with the lipstick then put
the purse away again as Grant breathed a sigh of relief. There would be
no more adulterous behavior no more business mistakes now, because Grant
was under mother's and Editha's full and absolute control. He hadn't
initiated this night out, he'd been forced out. And in this new
arrangement he had soon learned that, to get along you go along. Grant
knew he was too old and set in his ways to end up penniless and on the
street. The humiliation of his situation was more than unpleasant to be
sure, but, the thought of being on the street made his head spin.
Half way through their second drinks Editha opened her clutch purse and
took out a cigarette and holder and a gold lighter with a ruby in a
little gold medallion affixed to the side. Grant became immediately
nervous as she lit her cigarette. He watched as she held the lighter and
then gasped and squirmed in his seat as Editha slid the ruby on the
lighter up. The ruby was a switch she could turn on and off, it was a
remote control to make absolutely sure that Grant would always know his
place. "I...I'm doing as you asked, please, please turn that off," He
gasped. Finally, Editha switched the ruby off, the little red ruby light
now dark once again as she chuckled and put the lighter back into her
purse then after clicking the clutch closed she put it beside her in the
booth. Grant was now only slightly red faced, only slightly flustered as
he wiped his brow and upper lip with the linen napkin once again before
setting it aside. It was then that Sam arrived with an expensive bottle
of wine.
"So nice to see you again Mr. And Mrs. Wellsley!" he beamed. "I hear
that you'll be relocating," he said sadly. "It will be a shame to lose
such a longtime and generous customer."
"Yes, we will be moving to San Francisco later next week," Grant
returned. "Editha's mother lives there, it's where the company was
founded."
"Sounds like quite a change. What will you be doing there?" Sam added.
"Well, it seems that I will be retiring. I'll be staying around the
house mostly, helping out with things while Editha continues on with the
business," Grant replied with as much dignity as he could muster.
"You do look healthy though Mr. Wellsley. Must be the clean shaven look.
Your skin looks smoother but those little diamond stud earrings?" Sam
asked.
"Ah, trying to appear a bit younger, more hip. But at least I'm past the
face lift," Grant said trying to pass it off as he noticed Sam looking
his hair over.
"Ah, that's it, a face lift! I thought so," Sam returned seemingly
satisfied. That would explain the smooth skin and no wrinkles for a man
in his late fifties. It went with the loss of thirty pounds as well.
Finally, Sam finished his farewell and wished the couple well telling
them they were welcome back anytime. He smiled as he left. And that for
now was it. Prying eyes looked no further as the diners continued their
drinks and small talk. Editha and Grant were now able to continue their
quiet evening.
"There's still that last bit of masculinity we need to overcome darling
but after your appointment for your castration in another two weeks once
we're in San Francisco I am quite sure you'll continue coming along just
fine," She said smiling, nearly beside herself with satisfaction now.
Grant Wellsley had been a rich and powerful man, a ruthless businessman,
at least he had been. Nobody talked back or talked down to him, no one
dared because a meeting or a phone call would be all it took to ruin
someone's business or career. That is why nobody mentioned the feminine
style of Grant's shoes that evening. That is why they didn't mention his
smooth skin and lack of moustache, or the diamond stud earrings in each
earlobe. And they didn't mention his new eyeglasses that had gone from
black horn rims to a beige frame with jewel encrusted edges. They were
women's frames but although they didn't look overly feminine they
certainly weren't glasses any man would ever wear. And just above the
glasses, the once dark bushy eyebrows were now dyed the same blonde as
his hair color and trimmed tight and although not plucked into a high and
feminine arch, the brows were feminine indeed. And the now blond-ish
wavy hair style was a bit different too. Secretly, it was a woman's dye
and hair set trimmed short! And when he handed out tips the waiter staff
failed to note Grant's now well manicured fingernails, all trimmed and
filed into smooth ovals with unmistakable clear gloss on each nail with
just a trace of pale pink. Finally, the heavy masculine cologne he
always wore had been replaced by a sedate woman's perfume, the slight
floral scent not as strong as some but it was definitely not a masculine
scent. It appeared that Editha had either initiated or readily approved
Grant's new "metro-sexual" look. But it went far, far beyond that.
Editha smoothed her gown and crossed her nylon stockinged legs with a
whispering zip. She touched her well lacquered hair set with her palm
before reaching for another sip of her Pink Lady. She picked up the
glass and gazed upon her efforts. "You look lovely this evening darling.
Simply lovely. Do you feel feminine now, hummm?" She tittered in a
feminine lilting tone. When Grant didn't answer quickly enough she
reached back into her purse and produced her lighter once again and
teased the ruby switch with her long, gloss red fingernail. Grant took
immediate notice.
"Yes. Yes, I feel...I feel f...feminine dear," he gasped nervously as
Editha tittered toying with the ruby switch at the side of the lighter.
"I imagine you do precious," she giggled. "Enjoy your last night out.
Within a few more weeks after we move in with mother and after your full
reassignment that will finally make you into a woman, you'll take over
duties full time as mother's maid I can assure you all those nasty
masculine thoughts will soon fade away," She said with certainty. "Then
we'll be quietly divorced and you'll have your name changed from Grant
Wellsley back to Hawthorne, of course you won't be Grant any longer.
Mother has chosen Ms. Joyce for your new name. Such a more suitable name
for a proper and feminine lady don't you agree princess?" She giggled
still holding the lighter. She then switched the switch on causing the
ruby to glow red, the remote control sending out the activation signal.
"Yes, you're going to become a regular lady."
Grant went rigid momentarily and gasped in wide eyed surprise at the
effect of Editha's activating the switch. She smiled with satisfaction
as he squirmed in his seat. He was soon dabbing the sweat from his upper
lip with the linen napkin once again and wiping his brow then setting his
hands back down he gripped the napkin tightly and sat as quietly as he
could. No one seated in the restaurant or waiting the tables or bringing
drinks could know the full effect of Editha's remote control device.
She'd had seen to it that Grant had been cleaned inside and out,
finishing with a floral scented bubble bath. Then, before dressing for
the evening she'd made sure to insert the plug fully into Grant's bottom.
She'd trained Grant for over the past year and now, he could with only a
little effort be fitted for a life sized phallic shaped plug. The plug
fit tight and secure, the deep end of the shaft pressing firmly against
Grant's prostate. Once the plug was activated Grant's milking procedure
would be by remote control and hands free which delighted Editha,
especially now out in public where Grant would just have to sit and
endure his latest milking to it's greatest effect. And there he sat,
under Editha's total control.
And under the expensive tuxedo, beyond the ladies black flat pumps, the
ladies side zip tuxedo slacks and beyond all the other feminine touches
were what Editha considered proper under things. Grant had of course
been Naired and waxed smooth below his trimmed and plucked eyebrows, not
a hair remained on his body with the exception of a little triangle
shaped trim below, which was also dyed a blonde that matched his new hair
style. He'd already had a pedicure, each toenail trimmed then buffed and
polished in a high gloss red. She'd made sure he dressed properly for
the evening. After the snug fitting remote control plug came white, lace
trimmed ladies nylon briefs. A pad was inserted into the panties and
Grant's now atrophied testes were pushed deeply inside him before his
flaccid manhood was pulled back tight. After the panties were pulled and
smoothed up high and tight on his waist she added nude support pantyhose.
A sturdy six strap garter belt came next followed by opera length sheer
vintage ladies hose. Once the stockings were gartered high and tight and
wrinkle free a sturdy and tight high waist white panty girdle was fitted
and pulled tight until Grant's crotch was smooth, the center seam of the
girdle cinched tight giving him the appearance of woman's vaginal lips!
A white nylon pants liner came next. It was a bit like pyjama bottoms
but these were long and lace trimmed at the cuffs, designed to move
easier and feel even silkier under any type of slacks. The sensation was
unmistakably feminine.
And then came the white, lace trimmed playtex cross-your-heart brassiere!
By now Editha's addition of the pink female hormone pills that Grant now
took with each breakfast with a vitamin had caused him to blossom. She
nearly swooned with excitement as she fitted the 40 "B" cup brassiere on
him, easing the budding breasts into the lace trimmed satin cups, hooking
the back and then adjusting the straps gave her satisfaction to no end.
When she finished with a lace trimmed white nylon camisole and fussed
with the straps she knew that with the way Grant looked now, he wouldn't
be running around with other women ever again! She was now satisfied he
could finish dressing himself. The starched tuxedo shirt came next, then
the side zipper slacks and slender belt and cumber bund. Then a five
button vest and finally the tuxedo jacket, cut in a loose double breasted
look to hide his now feminized chest.. Black dress socks went over the
ladies hosiery. He finished by slipping into the ladies black, flat
pumps. They'd then left by limo for the evenings activities.
Editha then switched the ruby switch to the next setting. She put
another cigarette into her filtered holder, lit it then as the smoke
curled up from the cigarette she sat back to watch and enjoy her efforts.
Grant grunted, his hips and bottom seemed to undulate back and forth now.
His face reddened as he gasped through clenched teeth.
"Feel how silky all your pretty, lacy nylon under things are as you
wiggle in your seat princess? Hummm? Such a feminine sensation," She
chuckled mockingly. "My little precious being stimulated. I imagine your
little nipples are all nice and erect now under the camisole and in the
cups of your lacy new bra. Mmmmm, it must just feel so delicious doesn't
it darling?" She cooed as she looked on.
Grant's eye's rolled, his eyelids fluttered, his face reddened as he
gasped while wiping his lips and forehead once again, and all the while
he continued to squirm in his seat, his wide hips wiggling, undulating
involuntarily now from the plug's massaging action as it sent silent
vibrating waves pulsing against his prostate, waves that encompassed and
massaged working him higher and higher to a fever pitch.
"Don't make a scene now darling," Editha cautioned with a lilting giggle.
"I want to make sure you have as feminine an experience as possible.
Isn't it delicious?"
"Unnghhhh, plea, please Editha," Grant blubbered and grunted at his limit
of composure as his wide hips continued to undulate slightly grinding
into the seat. Then suddenly, The club's owner Sam Densmore returned to
the table! Editha reached into her clutch purse and quickly switched the
ruby switch off allowing Grant to sigh in relief.
"Is something wrong Mr. Wellsley?" Sam asked after seeing Grant wiggle in
his chair and wiping his brow with the linen napkin.
"No, no," Grant replied as he composed himself, his masculine demeanor
returning if for only a fleeting moment. "I just swallowed wrong, a bit
of acid reflux I guess. But I feel better now," he replied as his
calmness returned. Then Sam asked for his new address so they might keep
in touch. Grant wrote out the address on the corner of a menu, Sam
thanked him once again then left the table.
"My little priss. Pretending to actually act like the man you used to
be," Editha hissed as a thin vengeful smile crossed her lips and she
reached back into her purse once again and clicked the ruby switch back
on, but this time to it's highest setting! Grant grunted and swooned
once again, helpless.
"We can't have that now can we? One way or another you're going to learn
to be feminine, submissive, ladylike, and demure. We're going to purge
you of all those masculine thoughts and actions, aren't we sweetie?" she
cooed in a feminine lilt. This time Grant gasped louder, his hips bucked
forward and he was forced to hold the table with both hands. A few
diners were now starting to glance trying not to stare but as Grant
mustered his will to fight the sensations of his milking they began
looking away, all to Editha's enjoyment.
"Once we get moved, mother will get started on you. Your credit cards
will be gone as will all your accounts and any access to money. Your
male clothing wardrobe, gone, all of it. Your atrophied little testes
will soon be clipped and that will allow us to have your papers changed
to show you as a female. Then you'll start taking female hormones full
strength and living full time as a woman, and to keep busy you'll become
a proper house maid. And once the lovely Joyce Hawthorne heals up from
her reassignment surgeries, Grant will simple cease to exist," She said
with relish, spelling out Grants future. "But of course, I suppose you
could fight us, but would you really want to start over at your age
darling? Over the years you've managed to alienate and hurt most every
business associate you ever had. I imagine you might have a lot of
trouble even finding a job now. Fast food? Or maybe a hotel maid? That
would be so tragic," She chuckled as Grant writhed. "After a few more
years with mother's training, you'll be a proper and very ladylike
woman's maid, all prim and proper. Yes princess, you're going to forget
what it was ever like to have worn pants or even what it was like being a
man."
"So, come on sweetie, mmmmmm. Yes." She smiled with a knowing wink.
"Just a little bit more precious. Mmmmm, feels so goooood doesn't it?
Closer, closer darling. Yes," she chuckled.
Grant couldn't escape, his hips wiggled and bucked in the dark booth
until finally Editha got her wish. Grant's pad had been wired to sense
moisture, the green light on the lighter began to blink, then finally
stayed lit to indicate that Grant's prostate had now been fully milked.
The weak and watery emission soaking the maxi-pad in the vintage ladies
panties had signaled the little green light. Editha switched the switch
off fully then put the lighter back into her clutch, snapped the clasp on
the purse closed and then set her clutch purse back beside her in the
booth. She touched the side of her hair set again and adjusted herself
in her seat. And as she reached for the last sip of her Pink Lady the
waiting staff arrived with their evening meal and set the shrimp cocktail
and salad in front of Editha. They set a plate of prime rib, baby
potatoes with sour cream and asparagus spears in front of Grant. As the
waiter left the table Grant, although hungry, slid the plate away. His
thoughts were now elsewhere.
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