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one
I stood at the top of the stairs and listened for a moment, each word
filling me with dread.
"Are you sure she's ready to find out?" my wife said.
Find out what?
"It's what we've been working to," Pippa assured her. "Look, she works as
a maid. She's got a job at Heather's salon. She waitresses down at the
Riverside Inn."
"I can't believe she used to be my-" Maggie began.
"Honey, she must have wanted this as much as you wanted to give it to
her," Pippa assured her. "Look at all she's done. Look at what she writes
in the stories. The fantasies she has."
I hang my head in shame. I was so lost. But what were they talking about?
It appeared this all started as a friendly bet between them that got way
out of hand. I couldn't believe what they had done; what I had let them
do. How far they had gone.
"I'll take her shopping as we planned. I'll reinforce all she is. And
when I bring her back, she'll finally know everything." A beat. Were they
hugging? "Kirsten, get your ass down here!"
Without delay, I hurried down the stairs, careful in my heels.
"This won't do," Pippa said when she saw me.
I thought I looked cute.
"That pretty office girl look you've got going on is great," Pippa said.
"But, except for panties and tights, women's jeans, I want you dressed
like a man."
I looked at her blankly.
"Run along. We haven't got all day."
two
It was never going to be that easy. We got to the Trafford Centre, one of
the largest and busiest shopping malls in the world, and Pippa showed her
hand.
"See how busy it is in there?"
I nodded meekly. I could already guess. It was the staple of many
feminisation stories. The shopping trip.......
"You're going inside dressed like a man......"
.....forced to try on clothes, forced to wear them out of the
store.......
"......and when you come out you're going to be my beautiful Kirsten."
......the worst those hours when you're clearly a male, but dressed as a
woman.
"And then we're going home to your gorgeous wife-"
I perked up. This I hadn't expected.
"-for an amazing, delightful surprise."
She opened her door and went around to my side.
"Come along. Let's go."
"What's the surprise?" I asked, afraid of what they had in mind. If my
wife was involved it shouldn't be totally cruel, but with Pippa behind
the wheel of this day...
"Well then, it wouldn't be a surprise if I told, would it?" Her mood
changed. "Get out now, Kirsten."
I quickly obeyed and she led me into the huge mall. It wasn't long before
our first stop. My favorite lingerie store: Boux Avenue.
"Oh, look. You have a nice pink, loyalty card, right? Let's treat
ourselves."
three
I've had several bra fittings before. All in a friendly environment.
Excuse the pun, but all with support. Nothing like this.
Pippa introduced me as her 'sissy friend'. I tried to protest, but she
shut me down with a little laugh.
The sales clerk, Leanne, looked at me for confirmation.
"It's okay if you are?" she said.
I had been fighting who I was for so long. But was this the time to give
up, just when I might have somebody to help?
"See how understanding the woman is?" Pippa asked me, and I considered
the look she gave me, just for me, a flash of.......You better not mess
me around today, bitch.
"Yes," I nodded, ashamed. "I'm a sissy and I'd like a bra fitting. I keep
just grabbing bra's off the rack and sometimes they don't fit."
"Come on," she said to the two of us. "You're so kind for helping him."
Pippa feigned humility. "Oh, it's nothing," she said. "She's a sweetie."
Leanne turned. "She's?"
"Yes, she prefers female pronouns."
We're led to the rooms at the back of the store. It's obvious from their
attitudes and body language that I am the one about to be fitted for a
bra. Several women and a couple of men look on. Some smile.
Leanne takes us to a larger than standard room.
"We'll have a little more room in here," she said. She closes the door.
"Now, what's your name, Honey?"
There's no point in hiding. "Kirsten."
"That's so cute. Now, I'd like you to take off your top."
I hesitate, but pull my T-shirt off. I'm ashamed of my body and Leanne's
stifled giggle proves my point. I've been wearing a bra that long, I've
developed natural boobs. Not quite the right shape, and certainly not
hanging right. But I've got these perky little B-cup mounds that look
great when enhanced.
"Look at those," Leanne grinned. She measured me, apologising for her
cold hands. "They are cute. Let me get a few things for you to try on.
Any preference on color or style."
I shake my head. But just as Leanne turns her back, Pippa digs her heel
into my leg.
"Something girly," I said.
"You don't have to worry about that," Leanne told me.
She returned a few minutes later. Several different styles of bra. Pippa
had me try them all and each time Leanne adjusted the straps and banding.
After the second she told me to try.
I settled on a nice balconette, white with lace trimmings. I asked for
the matching underwear.
"Can she wear the bra out?" Pippa asked.
"Pippa-" I started to argue, but knew it was pointless when Leanne
interrupted: "Oh, sure. And I just thought of something else."
She disappeared and returned a minute later with a packet of inserts, not
unlike the ones I had tucked in my underwear drawer. She tucked them into
the cups, creating a pleasing cleavage effect.
"They would look great in a low cut top or a dress," Leanne observed.
"Don't worry. She won't be hiding them for long."
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"That wasn't so bad, was it?" Pippa asked.
"For you maybe," I whispered.
She pointed to our next store. Clarks, for shoes.
"Can't we just go home?" I asked, aware of the looks my bust was getting.
Occasionally I heard somebody whisper: "That guy's wearing a bra." You
should see me in a few hours, I thought dismally.
"Nonsense. And don't ask again."
We entered the store. It was fairly busy. Instead of choosing a pair,
Pippa had us browse until an assistant approached us.
"Sorry about your wait. How can I help you?" Suzy asked.
"My sissy friend, Kirsten, is looking for her first pair of heels," Pippa
told her.
I blushed as Suzy considered me. "What are you? About a nine?"
I nodded.
"This way," Suzy said, and took her time leading us through the ladies
section. We reached my size and she said: "There's not much time because
we're busy. But if you are as your friend says, I want to see you walk in
every pair."
"You're kidding?" I said.
"She'd be happy, too," Pippa laughed.
I must have tried on ten pairs of shoes. From flats and boots, to sandals
and various styles of heels. They watched and grinned. Occasionally, Suzy
sent me through the men's section, telling me I had to practice walking
correctly if it was my first time in them. I felt so small as I walked by
men trying on boots and running shoes, putting a little wiggle in my ass
with each step.
"Try these again," Pippa said, handing me a pair of four inch heels.
"They looked great," Suzy said. She grinned. "Down every aisle please."
They watched me go, my hips swaying naturally in the shoes. They felt so
comfortable, but everybody was watching. As I was passing a selection of
bags, I heard Pippa call: "Choose a handbag, sissy!"
I stood motionless, turning crimson as most people in the store giggled.
I then spent at least five minutes choosing a strappy bag.
I returned to Pippa and Suzy, carrying the bag in the crook of my elbow.
I just wanted this to stop. I knew the only way to do it. Begging and
fighting wouldn't work.
"I love these," I said eagerly.
"And that's a great bag. Very girly," Pippa noted.
We checked out, Pippa insisting I wear the shoes.
"Now," she said, "we need to fill that bag with all your girly
requirements, and get something done about your face."
She pointed to Boots.
five
Crossing the mall brought more looks and laughs. Not only were my breasts
a problem, almost bursting out of my tight T-shirt. But now every step
was a delightful clap on the shiny floor. And I was carrying a handbag.
We entered the department store, Pippa instructing me to grab a basket. I
held it in the crook of my elbow as we walked the aisles.
"Very good," Pippa said. She had me pick up several items: Impulse spray,
a packet of tissues, panty-liners and tampons. Pink razors. "Now for
perfume."
We spent several minutes at the perfume counters. Each time Pippa
introduced me as her sissy friend. We tried several fragrances and Pippa
eventually settled on Rose Couture by Ellie Saab.
Then we made our way to the Max Factor counter, waiting for a minute for
a lady to become available. Pippa smiled at my natural posture.
"Very lady-like," she whispered. "You know what I'm impressed by. Even
when dressed as a male, you've known what is expected of you. Despite the
looks and laughter you have acted like a woman."
"It's not an act," I told her.
That took her by surprise, and I enjoyed her slight falter as she
considered me. I grinned. I could play games, too. And I had an idea.
"Can I help?" Maxie asked us.
"My name's Kirsten," I said, stepping forward. "I'm just after a little
help with make-up."
"Isn't that brave of you?" Maxie said. "I'd love to help. Are you happy
to sit down?"
I turned to Pippa. She was smiling, but I know she was pissed because for
a moment I'd stolen the power she had over me.
"Love too," I said, despite my embarrassment.
I sat on the chair and Maxie went to work. Each time she did anything she
talked me through it and then had me try on the other side of my face. We
chatted in a girly way.
"You're a natural," she smiled after we had been together for half an
hour, working through each product.
It was my turn to throw Pippa a little look. She was squirming as she
wondered how to take the power back if I was actually comfortable.
"Make it good," was all she could manage.
Maxie looked at her like she was simple. "I have done this before, you
know."
I let out a little laugh.
"There," Maxie smiled sweetly. "You look beautiful."
"Thank you," I said, and jumped from the seat. "May I take the products
you used?"
I was pre-empting everything Pippa might have done and said, and she was
hating it. People might be laughing at me, staring, but I was getting a
huge kick out of this. Shame it didn't last longer.
Maxie rounded up the foundation and primer, the eye shadow and mascara,
the blusher and bronzer, and finally the lipstick and lip gloss.
"Come back anytime," she said.
On our way to the check-out, Pippa eased me to one side.
"At the till I want to hear the word sissy," she cautioned me.
The other high heeled shoe was dropping.
We queued for a minute. Occasionally people looked at me. Most grinned or
looked away, not sure how to react. A few laughed and giggled.
At the till, the cashier, a middle-aged woman who had probably seen it
all, considered me and the contents of my basket.
"That time of month, Sweetie?"
Pippa kicked me, this time her heel discreetly jabbing into my leg.
"Yes," I said. "I'm a sissy and my period is about due."
The woman looked at me, so I managed a polite smile.
Pippa dragged me out of the store.
"What the hell was that?" she demanded.
"I thought it was what you wanted," I said. "Look, you're getting what
you want. People are looking. They're laughing....."
"But you don't decide," she said angrily. "He thought he could decide and
that shit ended my marriage."
She was refering to her ex-husband. He had cross-dressed behind her back
and their marriage had fallen apart. A big thing for Pippa was taking her
bitterness out on me.
She grabbed my hand. "We need to find you a party outfit for tonight."
"Party?" I asked. So the surprise was a party.
"It's not what you think. Now, get in there."
six
She pushed me into Dorothy Perkins. It was the first of many clothes
shops. Some were not receptive to me and my circumstances, and said I
could return in the appropriate clothes. Others were more open. Whenever
I tried anything on, Pippa had me step from the fitting room and twirl
for her. Sometimes she asked the opinions of anyone else near by.
It was intense and my cheeks were permanently flushed as I emerged in
many different dresses and skirts and blouses.
And then there were the department stores, like Debenhams and John lewis.
They were fine with me to browse and try on clothes......but I had to
take them to the men's floors.
Pippa kept me in there for hours. Walking back and to with different
dresses, skirts and blouses, through the men's department. To the fitting
rooms......where she still had me step out to show her how I looked.
Invariably other men were nearby; and more women, waiting for their
husbands only to be surprised by my appearance.
It was horrible.
Pippa finally settled on an outfit, and instead of changing she had me
walk back through the men's department. The thing was, at least now I was
dressed as I appeared with my shoes, handbag and make-up. It was actually
better than when I was in jeans and a T-shirt. The dress was a bit too
classy to be out shopping, and I wondered what Pippa and my wife had in
store for later.
We reached the check-out and again, after queuing, enduring the looks, I
smiled for the woman.
"I'm a sissy and I was hoping to wear this out."
Pippa fidgeted, her thunder stolen again.
"Sure." The woman came around the desk. "Just let me cut the tags and
stuff off. You look great."
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Outside the store, Pippa hurried me to a toilet. She pushed me into a
stall.
"Take it easy," I said.
"Bend over," she told me.
"What?" I asked.
She peeked out of the door. The rest room was deserted. She pulled a
tampon from my handbag.
"But it's not my period," I protested.
She waited.
"Come on, Pippa. Don't do-"
She spun me around and I submissively lowered my panties, hiked up the
dress.
Without warning she rammed the tampon into me. I let out a screech and
jerked forward at the unexpected force. She gripped me and pulled me
back, forcing the tampon up further than ever before.
"It hurts," I cried.
"Then think about that when you're sat on that tampon, pushing it further
up your ass, all the way home."
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I swear to God she aimed for every bump in the road. By the time we got
back it was dark and easy to slip into my house, even though the
neighbors were pretty much used to my feminine appearances by now.
"We're home," I called, still considering the day a victory.
"Get your ass upstairs," Pippa told me. "I was going to warn you. But you
had to push me. I hope you enjoy what's about to happen, but I doubt it."
She pushed me towards the bedroom. I could hear somebody inside. Moaning.
Crying out. It was Maggie. My wife.
I looked at Pippa.
"Don't give me that Bambi look. You've gone along with everything we did
to you."
"But she said she'd-"
"Yes, I know. The I'll always be there for you speech. I helped write it.
Trust me. She'll always be there for you and your sissy ass. We all will
be. But your life is about to change."
She pushed me through the door as my wife climaxed with a naked man I had
never seen before.
I stood shocked. Pippa eased me forward. It was the only reason I moved.
"Kirsten, you're just in time. I'd like you to clean me," Maggie told me.
I stared at his dripping penis.
"This her?" he asked. He stared at my cleavage. "She's pretty damn hot in
that dress."
"Take it easy, Harry," Pippa said. "You'll get your turn."
I turned around. Pippa was undressing.
"Maggie?" I asked. Pleaded.
"Get on your knees now," she barked.
"Yes, Miss Maggie."
I knelt before her, tears leaking out as I began to suck at her juices,
the fresh warm cum between her legs. I hated it, but it tasted so good. I
slipped my tongue inside, found her sweet spot.
She held onto me.
"You're so good. Better than you ever were as a man."
"But I am-"
Hands wrapped around me. I felt the tampon being pulled loose. It jerked
free......My cheeks relaxed, but were suddenly forced apart by something
bigger that ripped into me.
I cried out, fearing the worse. But Harry was in the corner, grinning and
playing with himself. What was happening?
The thrusting began, the pumping. Despite the pain and unexpected
pleasure, I continued to feed on Maggie, watched her writhe and in the
mirror I caught a look at what was happening.
It was Pippa. Thrusting deep into me with a strap-on. She leaned into me.
"I'm going to rip you in two, you bitch," she whispered. "Your virginity
is about to end."
I cried out as she went deeper and deeper. I finally caught her rhythm
and bucked with her. It helped to ease the pain. But God I was in agony,
not understanding why I was hard in all this. Suddenly exploding out
myself.
Finally they relented and I caught Pippa nod to my wife in the mirror as
she withdrew.
"Time for desert, Kirsten," my wife said.
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I kneeled on the floor, exhausted by the sudden, unexpected activity.
What were they doing to me? Why?
Suddenly, Harry stepped forward. Naked and strapping. His penis already
hard and erect, coming right at me.
I turned to Maggie for help. She was sat on the bed with Pippa. What the
hell? They were fondling each other. Watching. Maggie actually licked her
lips.
I looked back.
Harry was in front of me.
"Come on, Darling," he said, ever the seduction artist. "I was promised a
blow job."
I held onto him with nervous, trembling fingers. Stroked him. Cupped his
ball sack in one hand and dragged a nail along his shaft to the tip. I
watched him flinch as my finger reached the end of his penis.
The pain I had inflicted with my finger was hopefully enough to tell him
I was in charge throughout this ordeal.
I opened my lips and eased him inside. I wanted to gag. His familiar
taste from Maggie's pussy was still on him. I wetted his shaft and let it
slide inside. Began to lick him as he went deeper and deeper.
I watched Maggie and Pippa getting off on what I was doing, confused at
how they were together, but not surprised after all I'd been put through.
I turned my attention to Harry, sucking on his penis, moving my lips up
and down his rock hard shaft.
"Jesus, you're good," he managed as I started to nibble. He suddenly
bucked, the first explosion of cum blasting into my throat.
Don't gag, I thought. Don't gag and give them any satisfaction.
I swallowed as the next hot wave hit. Keep it down, I thought. Don't
vomit. I continued working him until he was spent. And even then, I kept
going, lost in forbidden lust and the need to not let them see how
humiliated and degraded I was.
I truly understood now. This had always been their game. Nothing to do
with my desire for a little humiliation. This is what they had wanted to
do to me together.
So I kept on sucking like it was the best thing I had ever done in the
world.
Finally, Harry pulled himself out.
"Jesus, bitch, you don't know when to quit."
I got one last lick in as his penis drooped before me. Swallowed again
and again to get the last of his cum from my mouth. I heard applause,
looked around.
Maggie and Pippa were sat on the edge of the bed.
"We're celebrating," Maggie said. "You got a call. You have to fly out to
LA tomorrow. Looks like one of your scripts is getting some heat. After
how far you've come I just wanted to give you the proper send off."
I couldn't comprehend what she was saying. Harry was getting dressed.
"See you tomorrow?" Maggie asked.
"Course, darling. She not about, then?"
I looked up. Realised he was talking about me.
"No. Sorry. Just me."
"Shame that. You make a hell of a tag team."
I watched Harry leave.
I looked at Maggie and Pippa, shocked by what had happened.
"Tell her," Pippa said to my wife.
"Tell me what?" I managed quietly.
"You know Pippa and I are best friends?"
"Yes," I said.
"Well, we've been more than that for years now."
"But you said you'd help me-"
"And I will. I always will. But this is what Pippa and I want. From now
on you'll sleep in the next room-"
"Wait a second."
"You will sleep in the spare room," Maggie told me sternly. "You are
still my wife, don't worry. You'll always be provided for and looked
after. You'll keep your jobs at Heather's and the Riverside Inn. You'll
continue to work as a maid for us and all our friends. And you'll have
lots of new pleasures and humiliations in life."
I was struggling to comprehend what was happening.
"Maggie-"
She held up her hand. "From now on you always use the proper title."
"Miss Maggie, please. I still don't understand-"
"Jesus, she's a dumb bitch," Pippa exclaimed. "You think this game began
with the bet we had a few months ago about the flight attendant's
uniform. We've been grooming you for this all along."
"All along?"
"Since my husband," she said. "You always suspected I was pushing your
wife. You were not wrong. But damn, she was so hot when I pushed her
buttons, and you just fell right into line when we started to see how far
you would go."
"This wasn't just about the bet? The flight attendant bet?"
"No, but that reminds me," Pippa said. "I'll need my uniform ironed for
tomorrow."
She grinned wickedly.
"And you best prepare yours, too."
I swallowed deeply. Could still taste the cum.
"May I shower?"
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Under the hot water I quickly began to cry. What had they done to me?
Why? Nothing permanent physically, at least. Not yet, anyway. Who knows
how far they would go?
I felt sick from what had happened in the bedroom, but the thing that
made me vomit was the betrayal. I thought this was just a bet that had
got out of hand, but my wife and Pippa had planned my humiliation for
years. And now I was just their toy. A plaything that was to sleep in the
next room, be at their beck and call. Perform for them and their friends.
I wast still wed. For a while now I had been wife to, well, to my wife.
But I began to realise that for a while my marriage had actually been a
sham.
I sat in the bath, under the hot shower and sobbed, all semblance of who
I was lost as I realised this wasn't a game anymore.
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