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"A Night At The Opera"
Gladys finished dressing and was checking her hair and makeup before going
out for the evening to the opera. She checked her earrings but wanted a
different necklace. She remembered a nice longer one she had given to
Timmy a few months back, it was in the jewel box on his vanity in the
master bedroom. Gladys smoothed her dress then minced on her heels out of
her bedroom and moved down the hallway.
She heard the grunts and the "pat-pat-pat" slapping sound and the whistling
rustle of the satin sheets as she entered the room paying little attention
to Ned on the bed as he gave Timmy another nice feminizing going over. Ned
moaned with pleasure as he thrust his large vein engorged erection in and
out of Timmy in long full strokes. Ned's large dangling ball sack dangling
between Timmy's smooth nylon stockinged legs, the sturdy straps of the
royal blue garter belt pulling the stocking tops taut, the neutral grey
opera hose high and tight on Timmy's thighs zipping and shining in the
light as Ned, on his side behind Timmy held his left leg in the air, the
royal blue ankle strap pump with the six inch stiletto heel twitching in
the air as Timmy gasped and grimaced. "Don't muss his hair, we'll be late
for the opera," Gladys said. Then added, "I need to borrow that pretty
long necklace you have Timmy dear. Do you mind?" she asked in a lilting
feminine tone as she minced by, smiling with satisfaction as the bed
continued to rock and Timmy continued to grunt and grimace unable to answer
her question as he squirmed under Ned and felt the tight stretching
sensation of his continued thrusting.
Of course Timmy looked different now. He'd been with the Henderson's for
three years. Gladys had caught him in her things instead of doing the yard
work he'd been hired for. They always left the back door open so he could
grab a soda but after catching him in her things she decided to give Timmy
the chance to dress fully as a woman and then actually begin to live as one
full time. His breasts were much larger now, they bounced and jiggled in
the air she noticed the areolae fully formed, the nipples large too, the
cool room air causing them to become erect and also a dark pink due to
Ned's attentions to them. His little testes had been removed long ago, to
be able to avoid the testosterone blocking agents and so the female
hormones could work at full strength. His little manhood, now hairless and
forever flaccid flopped and bounced as Ned worked him from behind, the
difference in looks quite a contrast. Especially since little Timmy was
much smaller and slighter and now totally hairless, the little manhood
smaller and atrophied through female hormones. And of course by now his
hips had widened out and rounded considerably, with his slender waist now
in the trim white satin corset he looked nothing like a man anymore.
Gladys noticed the feminizing touch of the tiny pink satin bow tattoo just
above Timmy's dangling bobbing member, the hair above trimmed into a tight
little feminine looking trim. As Gladys found the necklace she slipped it
on and looked herself over in the vanity mirror. She then heard Ned moan
louder still and then gasp. She turned and giggled to see his legs stiffen
as he pushed all the way into Timmy now, the dangling ball sack pressed
tight. The satin sheets swished, Timmy writhed and squirmed at the
sensation as Ned spent his full load deep inside. He rolled Timmy on his
stomach then reached for the white, paper wrapped object on the night
stand. He opened it to reveal a pink tampon applicator. He made Timmy
take it then as he pulled out and his quickly softening erection bobbed
between his legs he noticed the white drip of semen forming at Timmy's
opening.
Gladys noticed Timmy's other tattoo as well, this one a tramp stamp. The
script word "Sissy" at the center with a floral motif on either side adding
another unmistakable and permanently feminine touch. She smiled as she
heard Timmy's humiliated gasp as he pushed the plunger against the opening.
The applicator pushing the drop of sperm back inside. He gasped again as
he pushed the plunger all the way in. Once he removed the plunger all that
remained was the white braided string, the tampon now deep inside as it
began soaking up all of Ned's ejaculate. "Let's get going, you know how I
hate to be late. It's hard to find parking when we're late," she assured
Ned.
Timmy then hooked into the strapless, royal blue shelf-demi brassiere, the
tight cups holding his jutting breasts just as designed, the delicate blue
lace trim framing the top of the breasts in a feminine manner. Gladys
checked Timmy's hair and had him add another coat of lipstick and powder
his nose and add a dash more perfume. She watched as he stepped into the
blue lace trimmed nylon panties, a smooth control briefer that tucked and
easily hid his now atrophied manhood, and with the lack of testes the ball
sack was now smooth and out of sight. Gladys gathered Timmy's clutch purse
and watched as he teetered on his blue satin ankle strap sandals while he
slipped into his evening gown, all done up in a royal blue, floor length
with layers of blue nylon chiffon. Gladys helped zip up the back of the
dress as she looked him over. She also clipped on a triple strand pearl
necklace and added a feminine bracelet. She handed him his matching blue
leather clutch purse. On the way out the front door Ned straightened his
tuxedo tie and slipped on his coat as Gladys watched Timmy slip a blonde,
nylon lined mink wrap around his bare shoulders. The thin blue spaghetti
straps of the dress holding it up and the top of the dress allowing an
unmistakable feminine view of Timmy's cleavage. The smooth lined dress,
form fitting to show the rest of Timmy's feminized form. Gladys took
notice as he minced across the sidewalk to the driveway to take his seat
front and center in the luxury car.
Of course by now Timmy had been taken out many times by both Ned and Gladys
either together or individually. It was maddening at first, to be seen out
fully dressed as a woman, and dressed in a classic feminine manner and with
the shiny hose and stiletto heels and with a hair set and makeup that would
always get attention. At first Timmy made the classic mistakes that got
him noticed. Gladys would chafe at his discovery but she kept on until the
female hormones began to take effect, and her charm-school training began
to acclimate his demeanor and movements into a more feminine manner. As
time went on he had some facial work and had his voice worked on to raise
the pitch to a higher, more feminine tone. Finally, Ned and Gladys moved
to another estate in another town and brought "Tiffany" along. Gladys
wanted to make absolutely sure that Timmy got all the dressing and feminine
lifestyle he could stand. Until the full lifestyle finally did take over.
He'd learned a lot over the past three years but his mind hadn't changed
much.
He felt the tightness of his curled hair set, the way the pierced earrings
dangled and brushed against his long smooth neck and how cool the pearl
felt on his smooth chest. He minced and wiggled along clutching the mink
wrap around him as he held the blue clutch purse like a lady as he got into
the car. He squirmed in his seat then heard his nylon stockings zip as he
moved his legs and felt the slippery sensation of the layers of royal blue
chiffon as he smoothed his dress. He still felt the stretching Ned had
just given him. He also felt the tampon, swelling as it continued to soak
up Ned's large load! All part of the plan to ensure Timmy felt feminine.
His head spun as they drove downtown.
"Are you feeling feminine tonight Timmy dear?" Gladys cooed in her feminine
lilt as Timmy gasped fluttering his long lashes and swooning slightly as
his head spun. All to Gladys' satisfaction.
"You should have let me stay home," he gasped. Being all dolled up and in
public and being stretched and wearing a tampon now all worked
uncomfortably on his thoughts. The additional thought of both Ned and
Gladys keeping a close eye on him and with him having to act exquisitely
feminine all evening added another level. Legs together, chest out, smile,
delicate handshakes, carry the purse correctly, handle the wrap the correct
way, mince on the heels, short steps, wiggle. The charm-school lessons
spun on through his head now like a feminine Rolodex, the exercise, the
ordeal of being forced to be so ladylike was nearly overwhelming. But, the
practice had worked, Timmy was quite flawless now, with the breasts and
curves and mannerisms he passed effortlessly, but the strict thoughts were
ever present on his mind, a taxing, tiring sensation that was to last the
rest of the evening.
Gladys had toyed with the idea of divorcing Ned and having Timmy take her
place. After all Ned was in his early fifties now, Gladys in her late
forties, well past her due for enjoying sex as a regular wife. Timmy was
only in his late twenties and passed effectively as a distant friend of the
family who was now working for Ned. It was never mentioned that the work
involved the daily mincing on heels, the perfect hair set and the swirling
house dresses with aprons as he cooked and cleaned and dusted the house and
in being there for Ned's pleasure when he felt the need. A truly classic,
vintage feminine housewife.
But she still harbored the idea, having her wedding ring resized just for
Timmy. Timmy having his final SRS procedure and having all his papers
changed to show him as fully and legally female and then zipping him into a
vintage gleaming white satin gown she'd already gotten him, only this time
he'd used the dress for what it was designed for. The thought still
excited her.
"I hate going out. I should have stayed home," he hissed under his breath.
"I...I d...don't want to do this anymore, I don't want to do any of it
anymore!" he gasped angrily.
"What's the matter princess?" Gladys cooed and then giggled. "You're the
one who likes to play dress up aren't you? Isn't this exactly what you
like darling? Such a darling little mincing priss now. All nice and
feminine," Gladys beamed with satisfaction. "Isn't she just so feminine
now Ned?" She asked mocking as she hammered Timmy's mind into an even
deeper state of feminization that hopefully would become so ingrained his
mental thoughts of anything male would soon fade to a distant memory.
"Yes. Yes she is," Ned added with a trace of excitement in his voice.
"You're going to act and behave exquisitely feminine tonight Timmy dear,"
Gladys assured then added. "You did remember to pack your compact and
lipstick in your purse didn't you?"
"Everything is in the purse like you said. Makeup, extra tampons, pads,
Kleenex." Timmy returned. "I d...don't need anymore makeup tonight," he
assured.
"But what if you need to touch up your lipstick?" Gladys feigned panic
then giggled. "Maybe we need to get you feeling more feminine. Maybe Ned
would like a nice blow job in the parking lot. That would get your mind-
right, wouldn't it princess? Hummm? Spend the evening with a sore jaw and
that creamy taste in your mouth when you swallow another load," she
chuckled. "Or are you feeling feminine enough already?" She asked and
waited for an answer.
Timmy swooned at the feminizing thought. He clenched his jaw then finally
spoke as he squirmed in his seat. "I...I fe...feel..."
"Feminine?" Gladys added. "I feel feminine."
"I fe...feel fe...feminine," Timmy blurted out as he felt his cheeks
redden.
"I don't know why it's so difficult. You're the swishing prissy cross
dresser. You're just getting what you want, isn't that right? You're
getting what you need as well. What you deserve for being a mincing,
preening, swishing sissy. Isn't that right? And we're going to keep you
that way princess. Understand?" Gladys spelled things out.
"I thought you said I'd get the reassignment surgery. So I wouldn't have
to do it 'that way' anymore," Timmy gasped with a look of disgust on his
face.
"You're not a woman, you'll never be a woman Timmy," she assured. "But you
can't leave the women's clothes alone so now you're being given the full
experience. Of course if you can learn to get your mind ladylike full time
at all times, then yes, maybe one of these days we might consider it for
you. But you need to get your mind-right," she assured.
"I think that tomorrow we'll get you dressed in that pretty wedding gown.
You need a nice 'wedding day' to get your thoughts straight I think. I
have a tighter white satin corset that is another size smaller that should
work better. And I think we'll add a couple more frilly petticoats under
the dress too. You had three last time, I think five full petticoats will
really help to get your mind in the right feminine mood," she said, already
planning Timmy's day for tomorrow.
He became quiet, he swooned in his seat as Ned chuckled and Gladys smiled
with satisfaction. There would be no house work tomorrow. No. Timmy
would be shaved and bathed and perfumed and made up and Gladys would lace
him, then zip him into the vintage, gleaming white satin wedding gown,
tightly corseted at the waist with a full white nylon chiffon double veil
and now a total of five full petticoats that would swish and rustle with
the slightest movement of the heavy long sleeved dress. He would then be
forced to spend the day, to mince and model and then sit quietly in a
portrait-like photo look complete with a bouquet of flowers and a forced
smile while he sat, the heavy floral perfume sickly sweet under the layered
white chiffon nylon veil
"P...please d...don't m...make me wear that dress again," he said as he
choked a dry nervous swallow.
"Are you going to act like a lady tonight darling? Are you going to feel
feminine?" Gladys added.
Of course Timmy was going to act like a lady. He had no choice in the way
he looked and was dressed, all dolled up as he was. But it went deeper
than that. It was all the near constant thoughts of being forced to dress
now, and be forced to be totally ladylike at all times. Gladys wanted his
feminization to burn into his now estrogen laden thoughts, she wanted Timmy
to experience each and every sensation down to the smallest detail of his
now permanent and quite inescapable feminization.
As they walked to the entrance Timmy noticed the cool fall breeze swirling
his nylon chiffon dress as he minced along on the heels silently while Ned
and Gladys talked about the evening in general. He dreaded going out. He
looked down the street and noticed a corner bar where a few of the guys
were shuffling around and making their way inside for a few drinks, to hear
the band and maybe shoot some pool. He noticed they were in their twenties
like he was, average guys in blue jeans boots and jackets, some with
baseball caps, easy and laid back without a care in the world. And then
Timmy began climbing the steps to the opera house. His thoughts slammed
back into his now totally feminized reality as Ned took his arm to steady
him.
The quiet whispers of conversation dulled slightly as Timmy took off his
mink wrap and checked it at the coat stand. The ladies glanced to notice
the swirling floor length gown and the matching purse and heels and they
noticed the necklace, the dangle earrings and the stylish up-do hair set.
But it was the men that bothered him the most. How he'd been dressed at
such a feminine limit there would be no mistaking Timmy now.
How his breasts jiggled and swung when he moved, how he minced on his heels
and held his dress, how trim his waist was and how wide and shapely his
hips were now and how the neutral grey nylon stockings shined in the light
as they slithered and zipped with frictionless ease under the layered blue
nylon chiffon. The floral perfume floated around his head, the earrings
dangled and brushed against his neck as they greeted Ned's friends. They
then moved to their seats, the eyes still on Timmy and how he looked and
how he moved. Timmy sat between Ned and Gladys. As Timmy swished and
smoothed his dress he waited for his head to clear. The lights then went
down and the orchestra started and the curtain opened to applause. Timmy
hated the opera.
Ned squeezed Timmy's feminine hands, the gloss red salon nails still
shining in the reflected light as Gladys smiled and added with a satisfied
smile, "You look so lovely tonight Tiffany darling."
He thought of those guys at the bar. Of being there and ordering his
second or maybe third beer by now. Clenching a small cigar between his
teeth as he took his shot at a full pool rack with a loud crack. How the
band played real music and how the good looking girls swirled around the
bar. But he shook his head slightly. It was all Gladys' training and the
never ending daily maintenance dosage of the female hormone estrogen that
pulled his thoughts away. He felt the nylon stockings on his smooth legs
under his swirling nylon chiffon dress then noticed the perfume and the
dangle earrings once again and the stretching sensation and the tampon.
And then he could only imagine how the night might end. They might go out
for a few drinks. Ned might introduce "Tiffany" to a few more friends just
to show her off. And then at home what would it be. Him on his knees in
the living room in front of the couch with his gloss red lips stretched
wide as Ned held his head and stroked in and out of his feminized mouth,
the large dangling ball sack swinging and bouncing off his chin? Or would
it be directly to bed, back in the swirling pink nylon chiffon baby doll
with his smooth nylon clad legs in the air once again, heels twitching over
Ned's shoulders as he received yet another feminizing stretching session?
He hadn't worn men's clothes in three years now, and hadn't worn flat shoes
in the same amount of time, only women's high heels each and every day. It
was the now endless makeup, the salon nails, the perfume and the tight
curled and lacquered hair sets and the dressing in full each and every day,
all day, and all Ned's attentions but it was even more than that. The
constant detail of women's work now, the cooking and housework and the
knitting and the sewing and being made to read women's sickly romance
novels then being tested on his knowledge after reading each one. It was
the ladies lunches, only being around women, talking ladies talk, shoes and
fashion, and shopping for dresses and lingerie and of course the weekly
salon visits too. Gladys' insistent control of him was exquisitely
complete now.
With so much time devoted totally to being feminine and ladylike there
wasn't any time for any male thoughts. He tried thinking about the bar
once again but it had been too long now. As he sat and watched the second
act of the opera he felt his head spin as he clutched his purse, felt the
dress and earrings and silky nylons as he teetered on his blue satin pumps.
As the female hormones continued to flow through his system he began
thinking about the next days house work and what dress and heels he would
wear and if he had enough clean aprons ready and other ladies thoughts that
took all his time and effort now. And as Gladys had planned all along
Timmy's male thoughts did indeed fade as she kept him totally immersed in
his new and fully feminized lifestyle.
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