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It took Dani a few days to figure out a plan and implement it. She started by wearing the sexiest clothes she had. Dresses with low cut tops and short skirts. Seamed stockings, her highest heels, prettiest lingerie and her most padded push up bras. She took to wearing frilly baby dolls to bed and letting Hank see her as much as possible. He definitely noticed and made a few advances for sex, but Dani had demurely put him off. At most she would let him get close to her and she would stroke his cock till he was ready to come. Then abruptly stop, so that he was left hanging. Of course, Dani insisted he lay next to her, so he couldn't even sneak off to masturbate. She could tell his sexual frustration was rising. She also made his favorite meals several days in a row before abruptly stopping making any meals at all, just to emphasize how much she did to please him. As a final touch, she pushed her own boundaries by getting her pubic hair waxed. She showed him her smooth pussy and he reacted wildly. But she still refused him. Finally he couldn't take it anymore. "Dani, we need to talk. Our marriage has shifted and I can't figure out what's happening. You aren't keeping house and doing my laundry like you did before. You've stopped cooking meals and seem to ignore me when I come home. Worse of all, you won't let me approach you to make love, even though you seem obsessed by it. I mean, you never had your private's smooth before, but you won't let me near them. What's going on?" "Well honey, if you think about it, you might understand. It's true I've changed my behavior lately. I decided why should I do everything for you? Why should I have sex with you? Why should I show you the respect and love that a husband deserves? Why did I make these changes? Because you showed me that you don't respect me or care about my concerns. That you don't value yourself enough to do what is needed to make sure you stay healthy. That's what's going on. I asked you to wear a bra to protect yourself and because you need one. But you dismissed me and my concerns. Even though a professional, my Aunt, confirmed your need to wear a bra. So I figured that maybe I was wrong to focus on pleasing you and doing my all for you." "Oh Dani, don't act like that. I didn't mean to hurt your feelings about this at all. It's just that it seems so wrong and unnecessary for me to wear one of those things. I'm a man and we just don't wear bras. Can't you see?" "Oh I see alright. I see you don't care, about me or yourself." I felt trapped. I could tell Dani wouldn't back down. I was getting tired of frozen dinners and she was teasing me beyond belief. I looked down and shook my head. I could tell I would have to wear a bra to get back on her good side. I decided to just go ahead and do it. "Okay, I'll start wearing one. Even to work. Will that make everything alright?" "Not now. You need to understand for good that you definitely need a bra and why. So if you hope to make things right, you are going to have to do a few things for me first. I want to be sure you've learned your lesson and we don't have to go through this again. Will you do what I say then?" I felt totally defeated. I had thought I could sidestep her fascination with 'protecting' my flabby chest. But she was insistent that I had real boobs not just fatty blobs. So I told her I would do what she wanted. "That's better. I love you and it was really hurtful to have to ignore my concerns. So what I want you to do is get ready. We are going back to Carol's shop tomorrow and find you a few new bras. Something that will leave no doubt about what you really have. But first, I want you to clean up a little. I need to have you smooth and soft, so your new bras will look good. To do that, you are going to have to shave off your body hair. I want you nice and smooth, like my pussy is now." "What? Why do I need to shave? Is that really necessary?" I could see from her glare and lack of response that she was not budging. Plus I could tell from how she mentioned her pussy, something she never did, that this was serious. Finally, I shook my head and responded, not waiting for a verbal answer to my questions. "Okay, I get it. Where do you want me to shave?" "Well I think it would be a good lesson if you shave your whole body. I don't want to see hair anywhere, except your head and a little around your cock. I'll let you get by with just trimming it short there, as long as you don't leave too big a patch. Is that clear? You go do it now and then I can think about making your dinner." My first reaction was to protest, but I quickly thought better of it. I mean, it would be embarrassing to shave myself, but I realized I needed to show Dani I was serious about listening to her. Besides, it would grow back. "Okay, sure. I'll do it right now." Dani was surprised at how easy this went. I mean Hank had never let her control a conversation, let alone tell him what to do. She had decided to push the envelope too. I mean if Carol thought it would be better to have smooth underarms as well as chest, then having Hank hairless everywhere would be even better. She was already thinking of where to take this lesson once they were at the lingerie shop. She whipped up one of Hank's favorite meals and when he joined her, she could tell he'd done as she asked. After dinner, she off-handedly asked him if he would clean up for her as she was a bit tired. Hank agreed, although she could see he still harbored some unhappiness about what was going on. The next morning, he wore one of his bras to work, although he made a point of wearing a coat as well as an undershirt and sweater vest to hide it. She had set up another visit with Carol, at the end of the day, just like before. They ate dinner when he got home from work and then left to shop. She had made him change so he only wore a polo shirt and jeans. The profile of his bust under the clingy shirt, kept him focused on his appearance as they went to the shop. Once again, as they entered, Carol put the closed sign on the door and locked it. With only them in the store, she began the conversation, as if this was all news to her. "Hello guys, what's up with the visit? Is everything going okay with Hank's bras?" "Hi Carol. Yes, more or less everything is fine. But Hank wanted to explore some of his options now that he was getting more comfortable with his new look. We've talked and decided to try something a little prettier. You know how it is, wearing something cute or even sexy, can make a girl feel much better about herself. I think Hank is realizing that now. So we want to browse a bit and then try on some different bras. Can you give us some advice on models that might work for us?" "Of course, we've got lots of cute looks. I think the first thing to try, is something in the same design as what he's wearing now but with a sexier fabric. That brand comes in a style with very sheer, lace cups designed to mold tightly around the breasts, sort of to show them off. They offer a range of pretty colors, plus black of course, which is always a sexy look. Then we can look at a couple of the bras that provide uplift or are low cut, you know to feature cleavage and decollate. There are lots of these pushup and balconette styles, as most girls love that look. Does that sound like what you are after?" "Most definitely. I think Hank will benefit from realizing how cute he can look with the right bra. Do any of these come with matching lingerie, you know panties or slips? I always like to have sets that coordinate for certain outfits. I mean if his bras are going to be pretty, it seems a shame to pair them with his plain old boy briefs. So let's pick a few like that if possible. I've also been thinking of colors, too. You have any suggestions there?" I couldn't believe the conversation, especially how forward Dani was about my supposed desire to wear sexy things. Just the idea that I would want to emphasize my chest like that made me blush. It was counter to everything masculine that I tried to portray. I had always hid my flabby chest, but Dani wanted me to show it off. I would just have to endure this to prove to her I realized the health consequences of my condition. It would be hard, but I had no choice. When she mentioned other lingerie, I decide I needed to draw the line. "Dani, I'm not sure about other underwear besides bras. I don't really see the need to wear women's panties or a slip. I mean, they have nothing to do with having my breasts. And a slip would only be useful under a dress, something I have no intention of wearing." Dani wasn't surprised at Hank's objections. They did make sense, but she had decide to push him. She wanted to be sure he wouldn't backtrack on his agreement to wear bras. So she opted to increase the pressure. "Honey, don't be silly. Panties are a natural extension for you. There are so many pretty bra and panty combinations that you can wear for me. Plus they will look so sexy on your newly shaved skin. As far as the slip, you could wear dresses without one, but I think you'll find they add to how finished you feel in one. Does that make sense, or are you becoming difficult again?" I felt trapped again. Dani had trumped me with her accusation of being difficult. Plus as soon as she mentioned my smooth skin, I blushed. I knew Carol might see my smooth chest but had hoped to keep the fact that I had shaved most of my body a secret. I realized my first response to object was a mistake and now I had made it worse. I knew further arguing wouldn't go well in front of Carol, so I held my tongue and let them go on. Carol immediately led us to a rack of frilly bras with lots of lace and color. I cringed, wishing I had just worn the stupid things they first picked out instead of trying to resist. The next 20 minutes were agony. We must have looked at fifty bras, all kinds, shapes, and colors. Plus some had a whole compliment of matching lingerie. If bras had a wide range of styles, then panties were ridiculous, with endless colors and designs running from practically micro-size thongs to full, waist-high briefs. Finally, Dani and Carol had an armful of things for me to try on and we made our way back to the dressing room. Carol had guessed on sizes for the other things, so the first thing we did after I took off my pants and shirt was to measure my waist and hip. She seemed pleased that she had been very close on her size estimates for me. Plus she had to complement me on now nice I looked with my shaved skin. She said more men ought to shave, as hair just made them look prehistoric and not at all modern. Carol joked to Dani that if she had known I had shaved my legs, then she would have added some garters for stockings. Dani's return look seemed to suggest that might still be a possibility. The first bra they wanted me to try, was one with sheer cups. It was a pale blue, with flowery lace. I quickly unhooked my tan bra and put on this new one, my face flaming red as the women just stood and watched me. Once I had it hooked on, Carol adjusted the straps slightly and turned me so I faced the dressing room mirror. With her on one side and Dani on the other, we looked at my image. The bra shaped me like my earlier ones, but because of its sheer fabric, the breast tissue and my larger nipples seemed to be on display. Both women immediately commented on how cute I looked and seemed to love the style on me. As if that wasn't bad enough, Dani held up the matching panty, a bikini made of the same sheer lace, with only a tiny satin panel in front to provide any privacy. She insisted I take off my white briefs, and put the panty on. I had to turn away from Carol to slide them up my legs. Just as I got the pair up my hips, Dani reached down to tuck my cock between my legs, whispering in my ear that it might looked better this way. I felt like my whole body was blushing as I turned back to the mirror. Again Carol was full of compliments, and Dani told me this was definitely what she had in mind. That looking like this, it was clear that my chest was not like other men's and would need to be treated like a woman's. It was hard to hear this pronouncement from my wife, but looking at my reflection I couldn't really disagree. The next thirty minutes were among the most humbling of my life, far worse than just picking out the sexy styles had been. The women had me try on multiple styles of bras, every one designed to show off my boobs. The pushup styles made it very clear that I had a rack that most men would stare at and many women would envy. Dani seem to like every bra I wore, but easily gravitated toward those styles that had coordinating panties. Perhaps the most embarrassing combination featured a sheer cup demi-bra, where the cups were trimmed in lace. A small pad in the bottom of each cup, lifted my breasts up so much that it seemed like they would pop out. My nipples actually were at the very end of the lace trim, peeking over the edge. The bra had a matching string bikini panty composed of small sheer panels in front and back connected by thin satin ribbons. The set was a pretty pink lace, which seemed like the epitome of sexy femininity. Just when I thought it couldn't get worse, Carol mentioned that there was a matching garter belt that went with the bra and panty. Dani actually squealed in excitement and they went to retrieve one that would fit on my waist. Of course, they brought back a pair of sheer stockings, a rich taupe shade that Dani insisted I try on. After she fastened the belt around me, she showed me how to slip the garter straps under my panty, so I could take it off and still keep on my stockings. She then showed me how to roll up the stocking to work it up my legs. As I followed her instructions, I was surprised by how sensuous the nylon fabric of the stocking felt as I pulled it in place. The feel prompted goosebumps as the stocking glided up my leg and I was secretly glad Dani had tucked my cock, as it began to get stiff. When I had them in place, I stood again in front of the mirror. Both women loved this look, complimenting me on how sexy my legs were in the sheer stockings. Seeing my reflection in this outfit, representing a look I had never imagined for myself, was only made worse when Dani nonchalantly commented that of course, I'd look better once she got me some proper heels to go with it. Her comment made me realize that this disaster was not going to just end tonight, but my fitting represented only the beginning. Dani was going to insist I wear these things for her to learn my lesson. Ironically, I sighed in relief when Carol mentioned that it would take the right kind of dress or skirt to go with this lingerie. Before tonight, I would have been devastated about the idea of me wearing a dress. But now I actually was pleased by the thought, as it meant I wouldn't be walking around all exposed in just this sexy lingerie. Once the barrier was broken by the garter belt, Dani inquired of Carol if she had other matching lingerie so I could wear more stockings. She explained that if I was going to wear heels and skirts at home, she would expect me to keep my legs in hosiery too. Carol found two more bra-panty sets that also had a matching garter belt, but suggested Dani could pair my looks with more functional shapewear as well. Most of the colored lingerie would look as nice with plain beige items, so I tried on both a waist nipper with garters and a sheer lace long-leg girdle that had garter tabs as well. Dani seemed to really like this idea, telling me that maybe we'd keep the garter belts for days when I didn't have to help with the chores. I might find it easier to do the housework if I had a nice tight foundation garment to keep everything in check. Both women giggled at that comment, as I had been awkwardly tucking and readjusting my cock and balls to keep them covered as the panties seemed to get smaller and smaller with each new style. By the time Dani was ready to go, I had a whole trousseau of sexy lingerie and stockings. We bought so much that Carol charged it for us under her work discount so we could save money. She told Dani that she could use the savings to buy me some cute outfits and shoes. All I could think about was that Dani had bought so much, it seemed I would be wearing stuff for weeks. I had meekly protested once she had a half a dozen panties and bras selected, but she merely grinned and answered that a girl could never have enough lingerie. All I could do was run possible scenarios in my head about how I would derail this embarrassing train of events. I promised myself I would be more assertive about the whole idea when it was just Dani and I. Once we got home, Dani had me empty my dresser drawers, removing my old underwear and tee shirts so I would have room for my bras, panties, garters, and hose. Seeing it all laid out in the drawers made it clear, the next few months would be a very big adjustment for me. As if to reinforce the change, Dani told me to put on a garter belt and stockings and wait for her in bed. Although it had been so long since we had sex, I was dreading how this might go. It was different for us, as she took the aggressor role, stroking my cock, playing with my legs encased in the silky stockings, or leaning over to kiss and suck my nipples, and finally getting on top of me, as I lay beneath her on the bed. Her reactions, especially her very vocal orgasm as she rocked back and forth on me, made it clear that she found being in charge very liberating and sexy, perhaps releasing her animal instincts that had been kept in check by her demure personality before. That conclusion seemed solid, as she continued to play with me after our first coupling, teasing my cock from its soft spent condition until it was hard again, so she could once again mount me for a second orgasm. Even though the situation was radically different than any other time we were together, I had to secretly admit it was among the best sex we had shared. Something about being in charge had released the sexual animal in Dani and I was beginning to appreciate being 'taken' by her and not having to direct the action. When she finally collapsed on me, we were both so exhausted by our sex and the whole day in general, that we fell asleep. It wasn't until she softly woke me the next morning that I realized I had slept the whole night in my lingerie. As I took my shower to get ready for work, Dani laid out a bra and panty in a nude lace. She kidded me that I needed to get back to work, as she had a lot more shopping to do today, promising me some pretty outfits when I returned. I mentally made a note not to let last night's sexual pleasure dissuade me from changing the course Dani had started. The day at work both dragged on and kept me on edge, as I was acutely aware of my new bra and panty. Dani had insisted I not wear a tee shirt or a jacket, but had only allowed me to use a sweater vest over my dress shirt. From the front, I knew it hid my bra but from the sides I feared the bra was visible through the arm holes of the sweater. Plus, I worried that the impression it created on my body would be visible from behind. But a bigger problem was that the bra held my breasts up and forward, so that they projected more than before. It was easier to hide how big my boobs were when they were compressed by a tee shirt, but the bra actually was designed to display them. I spent most of the day at my desk, often with my arms crossed or hunched over so as to hide my chest. I felt relieved when I headed home, but as I approached the house, my level of dread increased. I was afraid of what Dani had bought, if she had gone shopping as she threatened. I felt she was going to push me in a direction that I had never imagined before, and wasn't sure I could handle it. The stress of the day at the office, hiding my breasts, had crumbled my confidence as a man. I knew if she wanted to put me in more feminine or revealing outfits, I would not have the fortitude to deny her. As I entered the house from the garage, I was expecting the worst. "Welcome home, Hank. Hope you had a good day. I know I had one, lots of fun. You know, it's been a while since I had this much to shop for, but I feel like I did a pretty good job. I was kind of worn out from being on my feet all day, so I figured we'd just have a pizza delivered. But first, let me show you what all I found for you, okay?" Dani was her usual chipper self, but wasn't dressed like she usually was. She was wearing a rather plain outfit of jeans, button-up blouse and flats. Her face wasn't overly made up and her hair was in a simple side braid. Her cheery welcome home only elevated my anxiety, as it was clear she had bought some new stuff for me. I returned her hug and kiss and then reluctantly followed her upstairs to our bedroom. As we entered, my fears were realized, if what was laid out on the bed was for me, as I expected it was. There was an array of clothes, segregated in what I assumed were coordinating outfits. A quick look showed two dresses, two top - skirt combos, and what looked like a one-piece combination, perhaps what they called a romper. On the floor in front of each outfit were pairs of shoes, with everything coordinated in color and style. I could easily see that all the dresses and tops featured low cut designs, obviously to show off the cleavage generated by my new sexy bras. It also looked like the lengths of the dresses and skirts were rather short. All in all, these looked like clothes that I would love to see on Dani but represented a horror show for me. I mustered my courage to try one more time to convince Dani not to go forward with this idea. "Wow, Dani looks like you found lots of stuff. But don't you think it would be better for you to be the one to look this way? I understand now how important my wearing a proper bra is to protecting my health and reducing your worries. I don't think I need to wear this type of clothes now. I mean I wore the bra you picked out today and I made it okay. I was just worried about my appearance before, but now I see it is workable. Plus, this has to be a fair amount of money to spend for me to wear once around the house. Can't we just take them back and find similar outfits for you? You know how much I like seeing you dressed up all sexy and feminine like." I looked at her with my most pleading eyes, trying to let her know how vulnerable I was feeling about all this. She smiled back and came to me and gave me another quick hug, leaning back so she could look at me directly. "Hank, I'm so glad to hear that you understand how I was worried about you. I felt all along that once you were comfortable wearing a bra, whether to work, at home, or whenever, then I would be relieved. But these clothes are about more than just protecting your health. These represent an opportunity for you to fully accept your breast development and not be ashamed by how you look. Most girls feel this anxiety too, as they develop during puberty. But they have a more drawn out development and learn to appreciate the gifts their breasts represent. You never had that opportunity to gradually adjust to those feelings. So I'm going to insist we go forward with this, so you can attain that comfort level. Besides, I think it will be fun once you get used to it. I mean you liked last night didn't you? I feel it was some of the best sex we've had in a while. I certainly like having you dress sexy for me once in a while, just like you enjoy seeing me that way. Just do as I ask, and I'm sure you'll enjoy it eventually. Tell you what, rather than try everything on now, just pick out one outfit and we can get you dressed for dinner. Which one would you like to wear first?" My spirits drooped as she explained her position. It was especially depressing to hear her reaction to our sex last night. I mean it was good, our best in a while, but it represented such a change for me that it was difficult to accept. But I could see the determination in her eyes, so I quickly scanned the outfits again trying to pick the least offensive. They all seemed to have something that made me cringe, but I guessed it would be easier in a dress, so I picked out one. It had a simple look, sleeveless, scoop neck, with a flared skirt all in a blue- green flowery print. The shoes were simple blue ankle strap sandals. Taking a deep breath I plunged in. "How about that blue dress? It looks pretty. Can I just put it on over the underwear I have on?" That brought a quick giggle from Dani. She gave me another hug before moving away from me and toward the door. "That is a lovely dress and I'm sure you'll enjoy wearing it. But I picked each outfit so that it would have matching lingerie. This one will go nicely with the baby blue bra, panty and garter belt set and a plain pair of tan stockings. Now that you know what you want to wear, go ahead and get ready, I'll wait for you downstairs. I'm pretty sure your body doesn't need a touch up yet, but I want you to get used to shaving your face when you come home, so you're as smooth as possible. Just get dressed, we can put your other clothes away after dinner. I can't wait to see you in one big reveal." With that she turned and headed out of the room. I hesitated a second, but decided to pick out my underwear. It felt so odd to open my dresser and see hose, bras, and panties. I laid my stuff on the bed next to the flowery dress and then stripped down to my underwear before shaving. I was about to remove my bra when I saw my reflection in the mirror. After seeing how big my boobs really were, it seemed more embarrassing to have them loose than to be held in the bra cups, so I left it on. I didn't have a lot of beard stubble, so I quickly shaved and then went to put on my new things. The bra was a pushup with a bow between the cups and a lace band. The panties matched with a wide lace waist band and a smaller bow in front. I put them on and then tucked the straps of the garter belt under my panty before attaching the stockings. It rattled me how easy I did all of this; just a week ago I would have never imagined putting on such things, now I comfortably knew how to correctly put it all on. Once I had the lingerie on, I did a quick check in the mirror to see how they looked. My image caused an immediate red flush to appear as I saw how I looked. It was hard to argue that my breasts weren't the same as a woman's in this bra. The pushup pads gave me cleavage and an uplifted bosom that any woman would envy. Picking up the dress, I unzipped it and stepped in. After pulling it up, I awkwardly reached around to do the zip before looking again in the mirror. I was stunned by my appearance. The low cut top seemed to highlight my bust even more, and only the sight of my legs shimmering in the shiny stockings diverted my attention at all. I reluctantly stepped into the shoes, wobbling as I took my first steps. I could see it would take some time to adjust to these. As I left the bedroom, slowly taking short steps, I thought maybe when Dani sees this, she'll relent on making me wear such silly heels. Dani was waiting for me in the living room and as I slowly made my way towards her, the smile on her face beamed toward me. "Oh Hank, you look fantastic! I love that dress on you, it seems to hug all of your curves. I see you're walking slowly, it does take some time to adjust to heels, doesn't it? Men often don't realize what women do to look nice for them. But they do so much for your appearance, I'm sure you'll agree it is worth the time to learn to wear them. We'll just be sure to have you in them all the time when you are at home. But what is most striking is how sexy your dress makes you look. Carol was absolutely right that you would look so good in the right dress. Don't you think you look positively hot? But I have one more surprise for you. You look perfect, as far as your shoes, hose, and dress, but there is a disconnect between your head and your body. I mean, your body is feminine, very feminine, while your face still looks like Hank. I rather expected that, so I have a solution. Why don't you open this last box, on the coffee table?" I hesitantly moved toward the table, both because I felt unsteady in the heels and because I was a bit worried what might be in the box. Removing the top, I saw a wig and some cosmetics. Inwardly I cringed, because I felt it was another step down a path I was not ready for. It also made me feel Dani was going too far once again. I was going to fight back over this. Rather than pick anything out of the box, I looked up at her, trying to stare at her in a manner to show my displeasure. "Dani, this is just too much. I sort of understood where you were coming from with wearing a bra, maybe even the matching briefs. But I didn't agree with your other steps, like having to shave my body, or wear other feminine things like stockings, dresses and these heels. But there is no way, I'm wearing a woman's wig and put on makeup. I mean we are alone and they have no link to me as a man at all. I'm putting my foot down this time." As soon, as I said the last sentence I regretted it. I had gone too far. That was a line that was somewhat of a staple for me. I usually said it when Dani was pleading for something or another. It was a way to end the discussion. I always said as I stomped the floor. I hadn't been able to do the motion this time, because I was still wobbling in my heels. The phrase caught Dani's attention though, but instead of squelching any argument, she just grinned and giggled. I felt helpless. "Oh Hank you are just adorable. I'm sure you'd like to huff and puff and blow me down, but this time I'm making the final decision. Although you might be right, that having lovely hair and a pretty face has nothing in common with you being a man, they do fit perfectly with your darling outfit. Since I'll be seeing you in such sexy clothes all the time, I think I get to decide if you'll look like a complete little princess or not. Besides, wouldn't you feel better if you looked totally like a woman, rather than half-and-half, just in case someone saw you? Now let's try it on." Dani's implied threat of someone seeing me, sent shivers up my spine. I also realized I was beat this time and figured it would be better to let Dani feel I was complying with her wishes. I felt she would be more receptive to an early end to this awful experiment if I went along with every request. So I just picked up the tousled blonde wig, examined it in my hand before I looked at her and waited for her to proceed. "What do you think? I was not sure what style or color to get at first, until I saw this one. I imagined you'd want to see if blondes do have more fun, and the short curly style will be easy to maintain. With this and a few cosmetics, you'll have a more complete image overall. That should let you be more relaxed while you learn about how your body really looks. Sit down here and let me do you up." I complied with her request, sidling next to her on the couch. She quickly fitted the wig to my head, using her fingers to tease the curls around my face. The makeup was limited to a coral lipstick, mascara, light blue eyeshadow and a blush powder. I sat still while she worked her magic on me. When she finished, she had me stand up and go to the mirror hanging in the entrance way. I was surprised by how much they changed my appearance. I still looked more masculine than most women, but the wig and cosmetics had softened my looks so that now I fell into an ambiguous area where it would be reasonable to assume I was female. My new appearance was helped because I didn't have a large nose, prominent Adam's apple or a real square jaw. Of course, given my plunging neckline and blossoming bust, it was easier to make that assumption. I was fixated on my reflected image, when I was startled by the doorbell. I turned toward Dani, my face showing my panic. "Oh that must be our pizza order. There is some cash in my purse there on the side table. Just grab it and see what we owe." I froze immediately, but she just stayed where she was, waved me on with her hand, and smiled at me. I reluctantly did as she suggested when the bell rang again. I slowly opened the door, clutching the purse with both hands and holding it in front of my chest like a shield. The teenage boy seemed unfazed by my initial appearance and cheerfully told me I owed him $20.65 for the order. I lowered the purse to look for some money, and I had to bend and lean forward to look inside it. That simple action of course put my breasts and cleavage front and center for the boy to look at. I quickly realized how exposed I was, and grabbed a ten and twenty, handing them to him. He in return, gave me the pizza which forced me to slide the straps of the purse down my arm so it rested in the crook of my elbow. As he took the money, he started to fumble as if to make change, but was so entranced with my chest that he didn't take his eyes off of it. I just wanted him to leave, so I softly squeaked out, keep the change. I cringed as I spoke, because I had used my actual octave range, higher than most men, but appropriate for a woman. I feared how it might sound, but he seemed to not notice the tone or it was as ambiguous as my face, and finally breaking his stare from my breasts, he smilingly told me thanks. Thanks for everything. He kind of smirked when he said the last phrase and I could see him adjust himself as he walked away. I blushed immediately, as I realized my exposed chest caused him to get hard so quickly. I knew teen boys reacted fast, but still it made me shake my head. The scene hadn't been missed by Dani. "Well, well, looks like someone else thinks you look sexy too! I thought that poor boy was going to drool all over himself while he waited for you to pay him. I'm sure he'll tell his co-workers that he got a big tip. And some extra money too. Now aren't you glad you decided to do your hair and face? I imagine he'd be telling a much different story if he had seen you that way. And Hank, I liked how you used your real voice. I think it would be a good idea for you to talk that way all the time, and avoid that artificially lower tone you try to project." Her laugh filled my ears, as I closed the door and made my way inside. She told me to put the pizza on our dining room table and to grab some beers. The rest of the evening went by in a blur. I couldn't stop thinking about how the teenager reacted and whether he realized that I was a man at all. I felt ashamed that he stared at me like that but also relieved as I had immediately worried about being exposed as an imposter. By the time I finished my third beer, I began to relax and easily allowed Dani to take the lead in some sexual play. Her advances began with unzipping my dress and pulling down my bra, so she could kiss and suck on my nipples. I never realized how sensitive they were, but when she held one lightly between her teeth as she sucked in, I thought I would cr?me my panties. I eagerly followed her lead, as she pushed the top of my dress down to my waist and pulled my panties down to my thighs. With everything exposed, Dani fondled, stroked, and pinched me till I was almost ready to come. Just as I reached that point, she stood up, pulling my hand so I had to follow her. "Let's go up to our bed, so we can finish this off, right." As she began to pull me by the hand toward the stairs, I struggled to stay upright. I was still uncomfortable walking in my heels, plus now I was trying to hold up my bra and dress top with one hand and the panties stretched tight across my thighs limited my stride. I finally made it up the stairs, where Dani sat on our bed. "Strip down for me honey, but keep on your stockings and heels. I like that sexy look on you." Embarrassed again by this role reversal, I managed to step out of the dress and slide the bra off my arms. The last part, wiggling my small panties down my legs, past the garters, and over my sandals made me feel even more like a stripper, as she whistled when I bent over to free them as they caught on one of my heels. With most of my clothes off, Dani stood up again, running her hands up and down my sides, until she had one around my cock and the other cupping my right breast. She quickly brought her lips to my nipple and gave me a love bite. That also caused my cock to twitch, which made her smirk even more. "Looks like your little boy, likes me kissing your big bouncy boobs. Lay back on the bed, with your heels up." She lightly slapped my ass as she gave me her instructions. I lay down, rolling over so I was on my back with legs up in the air. Dani meanwhile opened our bedside stand's drawer and removed a small bullet shaped object. I didn't know she had one, but I recognized it as a vibrator. With a sexy smile, she slide the vibrator between her lips, sucking it in coating it with her salvia. She put one hand on my ass cheek, pulling it to the side. With no hesitation Dani pushed it up my ass and flipped a switch to turn it on. The buzzy feel filled my insides and caused my cock to twitch in response. She laughed slightly and pushed my legs flat against the bed. Dani then crawled up on the bed, straddling my body she worked her way forward until her hairless cunt was over my face. She rotated her hips so that her moist lips rubbed across my dry ones. I glanced up at her, more to convince myself this was my wife and not some stranger, as she had never been so aggressive, so blatant, so demanding about sex. As we made eye contact, she whispered. "Go on, show me how much you appreciate me, love me, and need me." Without waiting for a response, she pushed her pussy down on my mouth grinding against my face. I began to lap, kiss, and tongue her. My reactions were frenzied as I had never experienced this kind of raw sex before. The buzz of the vibrator in my ass set the tone as I ate her frantically, feeling pleased as she erupted in an orgasm. But rather than relief, she pressed down harder, forcing me to continue to worship her vulva and clit until I gave her another one.This orgasm was apparently even stronger as she clamped her thighs tightly against my head as her body shuddered and she gave an extended moan. When she came down from this sexual high, she relaxed her thighs and slid down my body. Rising up on her knees, she reached around with her hand to locate my hard cock and slide it into her soaking pussy. She was so wet it disappeared in seconds. Dani bounced up and down on my cock rapidly heightening my desires, bring me just to orgasm. But as I was about to come, she squatted down, her pussy pressed tight against my groin with my cock twitching inside her. I could feel the heat from her body, but she was not giving me any friction with which to come. She however, moved her hand to her clit and began to masturbate rapidly, her breath escalating into a rapid panting. Finally, her vagina clinched tight against my cock, she stopped her fingers, and groaned. Finishing her orgasm, she lifted her body up, allowing my still hard and throbbing cock to fall out down against my body. Dani shifted forward onto my stomach, rubbing her cunt against me to wipe off her lips and crotch. Satisfied she swung her leg over and collapsed next to me, her breathing still rapid from her efforts. Meanwhile my cock was twitching, as my desires were left unfulfilled. I didn't know what to do next. I was as horny as I have ever been. Her vibrator still buzzed annoyingly in my now tender ass. But she was behind me, and only her fingers tweaking my nipple gave any indication of life. As I was about to roll over to resume fucking her, she leaned in and kissed my neck. "God that was great honey. I'm totally wasted. You better go get cleaned up. Be sure and remove your makeup. Use some of the wipes I keep on the counter. You'll need to wash your little butt buddy too. I imagine it's kind of messy back there. Oh, and you'll need to rinse out your lingerie. Cum can leave a stain if it gets a chance to set in. Just use some hand soap and warm water, rinse and hang everything up on the shower curtain rod to drip dry. Just be sure to slip on your baby doll. I hung it on the back of the door. Thanks sweetie, I really needed that release." With that she gave my boob one last squeeze and guided me out of the bed with her other hand. I was stunned. We had never had sex where I didn't get to come. Now I had all this to clean up too. I retreated to the bathroom, still trying to figure out what had just happened. A quick glance in the mirror showed I was a mess. My makeup was smeared, her juices gleamed across my face, stomach, and now deflating cock, and that damned vibrator was still humming away. I reached around, found the end of it and pulled it out with a squishy sounding plop. I immediately saw it was streaked brown and gagged a bit as I wiped it off using toilet paper. It took a second to find the switch and turn it off. I then washed it with hand soap to be sure it was clean and sanitary. Of course I could feel a mess it left behind, so I had to sit on the toilet to wipe off myself. I took a few extra tissues to clean my stomach and now totally soft cock. Although my erection had subsided, my lust was still there. I began to feel angry at how she had left me unsatisfied, after she came so many times. Then it hit me. She must have felt that a lot of times before. I never really paid much attention to whether she came after I ejaculated. Once I was satisfied, I was usually ready to fall asleep. She had to get out of bed to get cleaned up while I rolled over and went to sleep. Dani had turned the tables on me. Shame faced, I finished cleaning up by removing my makeup and washing my stockings, panty, and garter belt. I would have to do the bra tomorrow. But I was beat and barely remembered to put on my nightgown before heading to bed. As I adjusted it, I realized that the bra top had underwire which kept my boobs pushed up. Even in sleep, I was to be sexy looking. Although it had only been a few days, I was already hating those damn wires. It seemed like they were always pressing into the soft flesh of my breasts. Despite all this angst, I fell asleep quickly. Waking up in the morning, I felt like I was in a fog. I turned on the shower and went to get some underwear. Opening the drawer, I was reminded how far my life had shifted. Still groggy, I grabbed a bra and panty. Even after the shower, I was still muddle-headed, getting dressed in a robot like manner. On the drive to work, I picked up a large coffee. So by the time I got to the office, I was beginning to be more focused. As I entered my office and began to remove my light jacket, I saw it. In my stupor I had picked up the first bra and panty I saw. Now I realized they were the black lace combination that was fairly obvious under my white and blue checked shirt. So, I had to keep my jacket on to keep my bra hidden. Just to be sure it wasn't noticed, I skipped lunch and even avoided the bathroom. When Jenny, the other purchaser came by, I just feigned a heavy work load so as to not take any risks. By the time I was headed home, I was starving and both angry because I had to wear women's lingerie and embarrassed because I had realized how they would show through. As I entered the house, Dani greeted me, wrapping her arms around me and giving me a deep kiss. When she saw how I looked after taking off my jacket, she chuckled and ran her hand over my chest to cup my breast through the shirt. "I don't know if I like that look. Trying to look sexy for your coworkers? Or you just like to show off your pretty things?" "Don't be silly. You know I just made a mistake this morning. I mean we stayed up so late, I was too sleepy. But it was okay, I made it work. Honey, I'm starving. What's for dinner?" "I think a simple chicken casserole will work. It won't take you long to put together. Just go get dressed and you can start it. I went ahead and laid out an outfit for you. I was dying to see you in that cute red skirt and peplum top. Oh, and I bought you a little something to make things easier for you later. Just use it before getting dressed, it's on the counter." She gave me another kiss, and sort of pushed me on toward the stairs. I wasn't really eager to get dressed again, but Dani was making it clear that I was doing dinner and I didn't want to delay getting that started. I was also puzzled by what she got and how it would help. I peeled off my outer clothes, put them in the hamper and went to the bathroom. I could see the outfit she wanted me to wear laid out on the bed, so I just needed to shave first. Inside the bathroom, I saw a box on the counter. My blonde wig and cosmetics were also there. Dani had left a short note, too. "Hank, I want you to put on the wig and try doing your own makeup tonight. Just keep it simple, and don't go overboard applying too much. Follow the directions on your new beauty tool, just be sure to repeat it twice." After reading the note, I picked up the box and cringed immediately when I realized what it was. Dani had bought me a douche bulb and nozzle. It was designed for women to clean themselves, but I assumed she wanted me to use it in my ass. That meant she wanted sex again and was going to put the vibrator back in me. I hadn't realized she wanted sex so often or that the vibrator was to be such a regular part of our love making. I shaved quickly, removed my bra and panties to get the bulb ready. The instructions had suggested warm water, with a mild soap if desired. As much as I dreaded it, I wanted to do it right, as I had hated cleaning the sex toy last night. So I used the toilet, then inserted the nozzle, filling myself with the soapy water. The instructions hadn't said how long to keep it in, but I decided a few minutes were enough. Expelling the liquid, I could tell it was making me cleaner. I followed with another douche, this time plain warm water. By the time I wiped off from expelling the water, I could tell I was much cleaner inside. Getting dressed was easier, as I was becoming used to the routine. Dani had picked out a coordinating red satin bra, thong panties, and garter belt combined with black stockings. The skirt was a tight pencil style, short with a small slit in back to make it easier to walk. The top was sleeveless, with a v-neckline, low-cut of course, with a frilly peplum bottom that extended past the top of the skirt. The matching shoes were sling-back red pumps, again with a very high heel. Although I had worn heels most of last night, I still wobbled a bit when I went to do my makeup. I followed Dani's suggestion, just applying a couple coats of mascara, which was much harder than it looked, a light coating of the smoky eyeshadow, a few swipes of the blush, and enough red lipstick to cover my lips. Adjusting my wig, I could see I looked okay, but not as polished as when Dani had fixed me up. I could see how the bra pushed my breasts together to create deep cleavage, shown well by the design of my top. By now, I was really hungry so I made my way downstairs as I quickly as I could in the heels. As I entered the room, Dani smiled. "That was quick. I think you did a good job with your face. I think if you practice doing your own makeup every day, in a few weeks we can have you using foundation, powder, and eye liner so you look really polished. I love how that top looks on you. I could never wear such plunging necklines, with my small boobies. Even with padding I couldn't create that luscious cleavage. I trust everything else came out all right? I want you ready for me later. But for now, why don't you go start dinner and we can have a drink while it bakes. I laid out the recipe on the counter, just be sure to use an apron so you don't soil your new outfit. And remember use your real voice. I love how you sound so sweet when you look so sexy." I couldn't decide whether to be pleased by Dani's analysis or not. I mean, I felt good to know that my appearance was in keeping with my feminine goal, but I hated admitting that my body was more feminine looking than masculine. Also, I hadn't realized when I agreed to this costume change, that I would be taking over Dani's chores as well. Looking at her relaxing in the den, made me a bit jealous. That had been me just a few weeks ago. Luckily, she was right about the recipe. I was able to put it together and stick it in the oven in about 20 minutes. She was also right about using an apron, as I splashed a little sauce when I was putting it in the baking dish. I removed the apron and poured a couple glasses of wine which Dani had put in the fridge to chill. I had a glass in each hand as I made my way toward her, and I could sense I was getting used to the heels, as I wasn't wobbling any more. Glancing down, I was still embarrassed by how big my chest looked in the bra. I never realized how a different bra style could give a woman such a different look. It looked like you could get lost in the deep v between my breasts. I gave Dani her wine glass, but as I started to sit down she told me to be sure to smooth out my skirt with my free hand. That would keep me from wrinkling my skirts. The rest of the evening was very similar to last night. Dani was very aggressive after dinner, with her hands roaming over my body and her kissing my neck, lips and cheeks. She seemed to really like running her hand up my skirt, along my stockings, and playing with my garters or panty. When I went to clean up, she came up behind me to press her body against mine and hold my breasts in her hands. After I finished putting the dishes in the dishwasher, she squeezed my ass and told me to take the wine and our glasses up to the bedroom. She wanted me waiting for her on the bed, in only my lingerie and heels. I did as she asked, hanging my skirt and top in the closet. I filled the wine glasses and set them on the side table. I was nervous, not knowing why. Maybe because I felt like I was not in control and it was odd waiting half-naked like this for Dani to show up. When she finally came in, she smirked and murmured that she liked what she saw. Coming up to me, she took me in her arms and forcibly kissed me, her tongue probing my mouth. Her move reminded me how aggressive she had become since I was fitted for a bra. It also reflected a corresponding submissiveness I had never displayed before either, not that it was something I wanted or was proud of, it just seemed to be my only choice now. Dani kissed my neck while her hands groped my body. As if they were magnetic, her hands were drawn to my breasts and it took her just a few minutes until she reached around to unhook my bra. Freed from the satin harness, they bounced against my chest, settling in where just a few weeks ago I considered them just to be my fat male boobs. Now as my nipples hardened, they had taken on a much more feminine affection, which was reinforced by Dani sucking and love-biting them. Momentarily satisfied, she stepped back, took a swig of wine and then began to disrobe herself. Looking over at me, she smiled. "Crawl up in bed for me honey. I want you ready. Did you put our buzzy friend in the night-stand? Why don't you get it?" I moved up on the bed, turning to open the drawer and remove Dani's vibrator. I felt odd handling it, as I really didn't like what it did or represented. But I did as she asked, laying back I glanced at her. She was completely nude now, and moved to my side. Dani wasted little time, as she resumed her fondling of me. Pulling on my nipples, running her fingers up my crack, tweaking the strap of my thong settled between my cheeks, and lightly stroking my hard cock, Dani aggressively played with my body. Finally leaning over, she kissed me and then swung her left leg over my body. That put her facing my cock, with her ass and pussy directly over my face. Looking down, between her legs, she grinned at me. "Go ahead sweetie, you can start enjoying yourself. Why don't you fill up your ass with your new toy and then you can taste me?" As she spoke she lowered her lips to mine, lightly rubbing her labia against my face. I instinctively began to lick, and then kiss her. I could tell she was already wet and she opened up as I moved my tongue over her. It took me a second to remember, but I hesitantly inserted the head of the vibrator in my hole. Because I had cleaned it so thoroughly earlier, the tip entered easily but I pushed it slowly anyway. As Dani started to rock back and forth over my mouth and tongue, she murmured her pleasure at my attention. Whispering she told me to work the shaft in and out. She said I needed to know what it felt like. As if to encourage me, she reached down to pull the front of my thong aside and put her hands on my cock to lightly stroke the shaft. I was already excited and her attentions only increased my desire. I had missed not coming last night, so her touch sparked the latent desire left from our sex play. I really didn't want to fuck my ass with the sex toy, but did as she asked. I sensed quickly that she was mirroring my in-and-out rhythm of the vibrator with her strokes on my cock. Dani also picked up the pace as she ground her pussy against my face, so I too tried to coordinate my tongue with her. The pace became rapid and she quickly orgasmed from my oral attentions. Briefly sated, she stopped stroking me and lifted her body off my face. Moving down my body she took my cock inside her. I felt how very wet her pussy was and the feeling as the wet softness engulfed me was exhilarating. She reached down, wrapped her hand around my hand that held the end of the vibrator to set a slow, but steady pace. This pace was matched by her moving up and down on my cock. I could feel my orgasm started to build and I knew I was leaking pre-cum. Just as I was about to shoot, releasing my fluids and sexual desire, Dani pressed down on my cock but stopped. Her hand left mine and began to rub her clit. She masturbated rapidly, repeating her pattern of last night. Again, her second orgasm came quickly. Her ability to reach a climax so quickly was so different than how our sex had been when we fucked normally that it took me aback. My cock, so close to coming itself, just twitched inside her as I tried to rotate to generate some friction, with little success. My frustration was starting to build now. With her second orgasm complete, Dani once again shifted her body, moving so she faced me. She mounted my mouth again, rubbing her pussy against me very forcefully and encouraging me to lick her slit. I could taste her juices, combined with mine, but I couldn't hold back as I was so excited. My cock twitched in the air, as it was left unattended when she moved her body off of it. Again, surprisingly, her third climax occurred just minutes after I began to lick her. She pressed her thighs tight against my cheeks, softly screaming as her body was racked with pleasure. Once past her emotional high, Dani moved once more to lie next to me. Her fingers lightly encircled my cock, and it twitched in response. She put her face against mine and whispered that I was so good. I moaned that I needed to come. Dani just chuckled and acted as if she didn't know I hadn't come yet. But she also stopped stroking my cock and moved her hand to cup my breast, her fingers rolling my nipple between them. I had also stopped fucking myself with her vibrator, as it was still so alien to have it buzzing away inside me. With the sexual sensations stopping, my cock began to droop and when Dani whispered in my ear that maybe we should take a shower to freshen up, it started to wilt. I could sense that I wouldn't get any sexual relief tonight either. We showered together, she washing my body and me hers. But that took just minutes and after we stepped out to dry off, she left to go to bed. I still had to hand wash my lingerie, clean the vibrator, and pick up the towels and clothes from the floor. Dani fell asleep rapidly, our exertions having drained the energy from her. I didn't want to make the same mistake tomorrow that I had this morning, so I picked out a light color bra and panty for the morning before I put on my nightie to crawl in next to my wife. Despite my unresolved sexual desires I too, fell asleep quickly. We had sex like this for the rest of the week, with Dani climaxing two to three times a night, while I didn't at all. I finally whined to her that I needed some relief, so she promised me that Friday night she would take care of me. I was so excited when I got home from work that I went straight to our bedroom to change. I didn't even mind dressing in the tight lace dress with the low scoop neckline. I had gotten better at getting ready, being more comfortable putting on my makeup and wig, as well as adjusting the lingerie. Tonight the light coral color of my bra and panty matched the darker color of my dress and the nude pumps were mirrored by the beige waist trimmer and stockings. I was just about ready, when Dani came up behind me. She was holding the vibrator. Without saying a word, she pressed down on my back to force me to bend over. She pulled aside my panty and one cheek with her free hand and slid it into me, switching it on as she let go. Adjusting my panty to hold it in place, she whispered that she wanted me to be ready for later. It was all I could do, to get our drinks and focus on what I was doing as it buzzed away. Luckily I had begun to adjust to it, when our pizza arrived. Facing the pizza boy seemed easier now, as I was more confident in my appearance and most of my reservations had been lowered by my desire for an orgasm. Dani had insisted I use my real voice all the time, so I knew I would sound like the woman I looked like. I even purposely bent over to flash him more cleavage as I got his money from my purse. Yes, my purse. Dani had bought me a cute little handbag, something to hold my necessaries, as she called them. I had questioned her on why I needed a purse, but she just said they were something that every woman needed, and wanted. So I went along. By the time we finished eating and drinking a couple of beers, Dani was ready. She played with me and had me slowly strip for her. She removed my bra to play, kiss, and suck my boobs, her normal pattern. As we had gone through the week, I had been really amazed at how fixated she had become on my breasts. She loved to feel them, wrap her hand around one, and lightly squeeze and tease the nipple, even when we were just sitting and watching television. When we had sex, she spent lots of time, kissing, sucking, nibbling and love-biting them. She always commented on how sexy, pretty, hot, full, big, bouncy, etc. they were, as her comments were non-stop. At first I had been surprised by her enthusiasm for them, but I thought maybe the fact that hers were small, more like swellings or little mounds, made her desire for mine greater. Tonight, after her normal round of boob play, she had me kneel in front of her while she sat on the couch. She had removed her pants and panty, so I could lick and kiss her pussy, returning the oral favors she had lavished on my breasts. After two orgasms, the second quite extended with her rubbing her pussy across my face, she told me it was time for mine. Taking my hand she led me up the stairs. I was more used to this now, and had little trouble following her in my pumps. In our bedroom, she told me to strip off my panties and lay back on the bed. I did as he told me, my emotions beginning to peak as I anticipated my orgasm. I shook my head as she went to her dresser to retrieve a shopping bag. Before she had taken me to be fitted for a bra and declared I had breasts, one orgasm a week would have very satisfying. But now, I had spent all week delivering multiple climaxes to her, experiencing a sexual desire buildup without a release like I never had before. So my eagerness was overwhelming. I could hardly wait to feel her wet pussy on my cock, which was now throbbing and erect. Dani told me to slide down the bed, so my legs hung off the end. Taking a position standing between my legs, she pushed them back and spread them apart. I was splayed open, my ass exposed with the vibrator buzzing away, my legs elevated with the stockings pulled tight by my waist cincher garters, and still wearing my heels. With me positioned as she wanted, Dani reached forward to stroke my cock, eliciting a bead of pre- cum to form at the slit. Although, my cock was as ready as I was, she shifted her attention to my ass, slowly pulling out the vibrator which she shut off and put aside. Dani then reached into the bag she had gotten from her dresser and showed me her new toy. It was a realistic dildo, not overly large, about my length, but quite a bit thicker. It had a large set of balls attached and she had wrapped her fingers around them so the shaft and bulbous head projected forward from her hand. She placed the head at my asshole, which was still a little open from holding the vibrator the past few hours. She put her other hand around my cock, sliding it up and down and making it twitch. My desire was exploding. "You ready for your orgasm? You've been so good this week you deserve one. You've embraced wearing your bras full time, as well as the rest of your accessories. You put your reservations aside to learn how important it is to accept who you are. You've also put your own desires behind mine, giving me the best sexual period of my life. Before this week, I would have never imagined having so many orgasms. Better yet, I would never imagined that my husband would be such a thoughtful lover, so devoted to me, so willing to offer his new body to me and be my sex toy. I just love how you have become my sweet doting wife, rather than my staid old husband. So I want you to complete the journey. I'm going to let you feel the hard fullness that any wife would want. You ready to be fucked honey? You ready for it, Hanna?" I was so horny, I could barely concentrate on her speech. Dani had been slowly stroking my cock as she talked. I did appreciate how my efforts had been noticed by her, even if they didn't fit with my previous view of how a man should act. Even as I felt a rush of sexual excitement, her calling me her wife and then morphing my name into a feminine version caused me to blush a bit. But I was so hot, I needed to come so badly, that I nodded my head in agreement to her question. But she wouldn't let me go so easily. "Come on honey. Are you ready to be fucked Hanna? Answer me, tell me you want it. Tell Dan to give it to you." I felt a mix of emotions wash over me. Her controlling actions, putting me in a submissive position and asking that I beg her for release as well as accept her role reversals made my head spin. She had made it clear by using a feminine name for me, and shortening hers to be less girly, that she was taking the lead now. Her forcing me to accept penetration, first the vibrator and now with a larger dildo, confirmed that she had flipped our positions in our marriage. But I had to come, so I gave her what I expected she wanted to hear. I would just live with the choices later. "Yes, oh yes I want to come. Please fuck me Dan. Please give it to me. Please make little Hanna come for you." My acceptance of her demands and the use of my new name, produced a big smile. Hearing my plea, I knew my voice had gone up in tone, so I sounded even more feminine. I tried not to think about it, because it seemed my ability to control it, to speak automatically in the deepest range I had, was gone. I now spoke in a softer, higher tone which had even come out at work. But my plea was what she wanted to hear. Dani increased her stroking of my cock and pushed her dildo into me. Although I had become accustomed to having a vibrator in my ass for a while, the feel of the rubber cock was much different. It stretched me as it entered and my sphincter reacted to the varying sizes of the head and shaft. The greater diameter seemed to tease the muscles and nerves of my ass hole in an entirely new way, yet the more flexi