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My New Life, a story by Dee Ramone © D. Ramone 2018 My New Life is an erotic novel by D. Ramone featuring themes of chastity and cross-dressing and descriptions of sexually explicit acts which those of a sensitive nature may find not to their tastes. It is not suitable for such readers nor for anyone considered a minor by the authorities in their country of residence. My New Life is entirely a work from Dee Ramone and any similarities to places or people, either living or dead, is entirely coincidental. The names of all individuals in this story have been changed to protect their identities. My New Life (and how I came to accept it). Part 11 Lisa was still sleeping soundly when I woke the next morning so, very carefully, I slipped out of bed and made my way to the bathroom. Without even thinking I just slipped off my teddy and sat down on the toilet. Only when I began to pee did it dawn on me that I wasn't caged. For the first time in a couple of weeks I was free of that damn chastity cage, and indeed would be for the rest of the day anyway. And yet, like some newly acquired habit, I instinctively sat to pee. But there was something else different, and to begin with, I couldn't figure it out, then it hit me. I now had breasts. As I sat in the bathroom I looked down at the two, very realistic orbs that now stuck out from my chest. I put my hands to them, lifted them as I examined them closely. They looked so real, felt so real and, as I lifted them and gently squeezed them sending tiny tingles into my nipples, I began to think of them as real. Whenever I moved they moved also. They felt warm to my touch. And, even though it had been last night that Lisa had blended the edges to my flesh with makeup, it was hard to see where I ended and they began. I showered before returning to the bedroom where I found Lisa was still sleeping so, as quietly as I could, I went into my bag and found myself a clean pair of panties. Slipping these on followed by my dressing-gown I left Lisa to sleep for a bit longer while I slipped downstairs to make breakfast. Only once I was downstairs did I think to myself that I should really have put a bra on also. Just walking around, doing what you have to make breakfast, was making me regret not putting a bra on. My breast moved with every step, jiggling and swaying with every move I made. I could feel them pulling on my flesh, and pulling harder on my nipples. But I decided to just put up with it for the time being. I would put on a bra when I went back up to wake Lisa. The table was set and the breakfast almost ready when Lisa appeared at the kitchen door. "Morning sweetheart," she said sleepily. "What's for breakfast?" "Morning Miss Lisa," I replied, giving her a warm smile. "I've got fresh grapefruit followed by pancakes." Lisa came into the kitchen and, as I was still cocking, she wrapped her arms around my waist from behind and kissed my neck. "I could really get used to having you here darling," she said softly in my ear before kissing my neck again. It felt wonderful, being held like that, being kissed like that. I didn't want it to stop. But I knew I had to stop it, at least for the time being, as my pancakes might burn. I turned around and placed my arms around Lisa's neck, kissing her on the lips as I said. "I really would like to get used to it, Miss Lisa. But breakfast is nearly ready so it will have to wait." After breakfast was all cleared away Lisa went for her shower while I went back to the bedroom. I quickly made the bed and tidied up the bedroom, tossing all of last night's discarded clothes into the hamper. Then I sat down at the vanity mirror and began to put my face on. Lisa had first shown me how to do it, and I had been practicing, so it didn't take me very long to get the soft, casual look that I was aiming for. I still managed to get the subtle highlights on my cheekbones, and gentle shading to disguise my nose. I also used a blending of dark blue to smoky grey eyeshadow that would help draw anyone's attention away from my nose. One new item that had been added to my makeup routine was that I also had to apply a small amount of foundation and powder around the edges of my new breasts. After that, I began to get dressed. I didn't know why I had brought them but, in my bag, I had two bras. I picked out a white lacy bra that matched the small bikini panties I was wearing. Slipping it around my waist and fastening it, like I had seen Lisa do so often, I closed the little clips at the rear of the bra. Then I spun it around and pulled it up so that I could put my arms in the shoulder straps. With that done I was able to put my new breasts into the cups and, for the first time since Lisa had put them on me, my breasts felt suitably supported. They were not pulling on my nipples any longer which at least stopped the tingling feeling I was getting from the whole time. "You sure you haven't done that before," Lisa giggled as she watched me with my bra. "No," I smiled proudly. "That was my first time Miss Lisa." Lisa walked over to me, she smiled and kissed me gently on the lips. "First time of many more darling," she teased as she lifted both my breasts in her hands. "Oh and I like what you did with your eyes. They look really nice." "Thank you," I said, choking back the emotions that suddenly welled up in me. "That means a lot, you saying that." "I am only saying it because it's true sweetheart," Lisa said before kissing me deeply. "I am just amazed at how quickly you have adapted to your new role in life. You've made me very proud of you Dee." "Thank you Miss Lisa," I said as tears began to well up in my eyes. Quickly Lisa took out some tissues and dabbed my tears away. "Careful girl. I don't want you messing up your makeup every time I give you a compliment." Lisa joked. "I told you before Dee. I picked you because I knew inside you would make a beautiful girlfriend for me. And seeing how well you are doing only confirms that I was right. This is who you were meant to be, so be proud. And embrace the new you." After I had pulled myself together Lisa sat on the bed and watched as I finished getting myself ready. I got the matching suspender belt from my bag and some tan stockings. I always get a thrill from the feeling of stockings gliding over my flesh, and the thrill is still as strong now as it was back then. With my stocking securely clipped to my belt, I stepped into a short half slip and settled it around my waist. This was followed by a dark blue pin-striped pleated, knee length skirt and a white polo neck sweater. These were by no means the sexiest things I owned but they were practical. With all my clothes on it was then time to fit my wig into place. This took a little time as I had to first, hide my own hair, then make sure the wig was correctly positioned before finally giving it a quick brush. "Astonishing," Lisa exclaimed as she clapped her hands. She had been watching me intently and was obviously pleased with my efforts. "You do that like you were born to it." "Thank you Miss Lisa," I said, blushing under my makeup. I didn't know how long she had been watching me but, from the approving smile on her face, I could clearly see that she was happy with the progress I had made. "Well then," Lisa said as she stood up and let her dressing gown fall to the floor. "Now you can show me what a good maid you will make. You may dress me now." "Yes, of course, Miss Lisa," I said kneeling before her. Lisa would often say that she was not as young as she used to be. Which was why she spent so much time applying various creams and lotions to her skin. She was also extremely strict with her diet. The net result was that she what could perhaps be one of the best-toned bodies I have ever had the privilege of seeing. Like me she was in her early forties and, if she looked this good now, she must have been a total knockout in her twenties. As it was she had perfectly toned legs, without the slightest hint of cellulite. Her belly was flat with a clearly defined six-pack. And her bum and breasts were as pert now as they were years ago, show no sign that they were giving in to gravity. So, with such a beautiful woman, I felt it was both my honor and my privilege to be kneeling at her feet, holding open her black lacy panties as she stepped into them. After her panties I held the matching suspender belt to her narrow waist, clipping it together before spinning it around her then threading the suspender straps through her panties. Lisa had chosen black, seamed stockings with a shiny gloss sheen. I rolled them very carefully in my fingers as Lisa sat down on the bed and offered her right foot to me. Cautiously, for fear I might ladder them, I eased the first stocking up her leg. Making sure that her seams were perfectly straight and that there was no sagging in the stocking, I clipped the lace top to her suspender. Then, after repeating the process with Lisa's other stocking, she held her toes up to my lips. "You may kiss my toes now," she said huskily. And I did, holding her toes to my lips, I kissed each toe through her stocking. Tiny kisses for each of her tiny toes. I stood up then, picking up her black lacy bra and holding the shoulder straps for her to place her arms in. after I had placed the straps over her shoulders Lisa turned so that I might fasten the clip at the back. Once more I had to go to my knees as I held the wrap around tartan skirt to her waist. There was a small button on the inside over her right hip that held the skirt together. I fastened it. Then, wrapping the skirt over her front, I fastened the three brown leather straps over her left hip. I liked this skirt of Lisa's. It was very much like a kilt is style but, when she walked in it, you could occasionally catch a flash of her shapely legs. And sometimes a hint of stocking top. Lisa wore a white satin blouse on top that did little to hide the black bra underneath. And over her blouse she a white cardigan. When we were both ready Lisa smiled at me saying. "Don't forget your lipstick Dee. And what jacket are you going to wear?" "Jacket?" I looked at her a little puzzled. "Why do I need a jacket?" "Because we have to go shopping silly," she smiled. "You said yourself last night that there was nothing in. So, come on darling, lipstick, jacket, and shoes. The shopping won't do itself." "Please Miss Lisa, I can't go out dressed like this." "Why ever not," Lisa smiled reassuringly. "Take a look in the mirror and tell me that's not a girl looking back at you." "Well I know I might pass at just a casual glance," I protested, "But what if someone looks closely and figures out I am a man." Lisa folded her arms as she said. "Firstly, stop thinking of yourself as a man in drag. Think of yourself as a woman and you will start acting like a woman. Secondly, even if somebody really looks at you closely they will see what I see, a beautiful woman doing her shopping. Finally, everybody there will be more interested in getting their bread and milk, and making sure they have enough frozen pizzas for the week than to be ogling every good-looking woman there." I knew there was going to be no way I could talk Lisa out of it, when she had made up her mind we were going to do something, we were going to be doing that very thing. So, after borrowing one of her jackets, as mine were clearly male in design, we stepped outside of the house and into her car. Minutes later we were on our way to an out-of-town shopping center where that was a very large supermarket. The type that not only sold foodstuffs but clothes and TV and just about everything else. I am sure you know the type without me naming them. When we arrived at the store the car park was packed. There were people everywhere, couples loading their shopping, or searching for a shopping trolley. There were families milling about, kids all over the place. And I just knew that every one of them would be looking at me as soon as I got out of the car. My legs were shaking so much as I exited the car that I very nearly fell down. Perhaps if I had of then I might have been able to crawl under Lisa's car. But I did. Instead, I just stood there, waiting for Lisa to collect her handbag and lock the car. "Relax sweetheart," Lisa said as she came around the car and linked arms with me. We began walking towards the store as she added. "You're a woman now. Be proud of yourself and ignore everything else." I tried. But there was still that tiny voice at the back of my head saying "What if someone sees? What if you get found out?" And I wished that I'd had some other shoes, something with less than a three-inch stiletto heel. As it was, I was sure that with the clicking of both of us in high heels, was going to draw attention to this beautiful woman with the sad drag queen on her arm. But, as it turned out, Lisa had been right. We were able to get around the store with hardly anybody so much as looking at us. I say hardly because I was sure that there was one guy checking me out. I am sure because he seemed to be following us even to the point that his wife had to come and get him as he was in the wrong aisle. When I told Lisa about it, she just laughed, saying he must have been mesmerized by my bottom. Apart from that one small incident, the shopping trip was pretty much uneventful. Even when we went and looked at the clothing section, where I bought myself some new bras and shoes, nobody batted an eye at us. But the strange thing was, I wasn't sure if I was happy or sad at not being noticed. I mean I had spent a long time getting myself ready and made-up, and I part of me sort of wanted someone to notice me. Not to notice that I was a man. But just to notice me. I suppose I could spend the next twenty years in therapy and I might be able to explain it then. But, all I knew then, and I still feel the same now, when I make myself look my best, I like to get noticed. Returning home, we went about doing those things that any normal couple would do. We put the shopping away, started getting dinner ready, and talked about our day, over a bottle of wine of course. We also talked about what we thought about the clothes we had bought, and about things we should have bought. "You should have got yourself that grey jersey tube dress, it suited you." "It was tight on my bum." "Nonsense, it looked good on you." "Anyway, what about that pink blouse. I thought you liked that." "Too fussy. You know what I mean." It made no difference who said what, we were just two girls nattering on about our shopping trip. And, in all honesty, I really liked it. I like that we could just talk together like that. Liked that things just felt so natural and relaxed. And I suppose that, about all, I liked being Dee. While the dinner was cooking we went upstairs to put our new things away and it was in the bedroom that Lisa asked me if there was anything that I liked that we weren't doing. The way Lisa put it was, everybody has fantasies, and I must have them too. So was there a fantasy of mine that I would like to be a part of our lives. If Lisa was ok with it then we would do it. I was slightly reluctant to say at first but, in the end, I admitted that I had always had a thing about corsets. Not those cheap, thin things you often see in lingerie catalogs. But proper, heavily boned corsets that really pull the waist in. Lisa smiled broadly when I said that. "You know Dee," she said. "I think you would look fantastic in a good Victorian style corset." "No. I didn't mean me to wear one," I corrected her. "I'd like to see you in a tight corset." "And you will sweetheart," Lisa grinned. "But what is good for the goose is good for the gander. If I wear one. You wear one. It's only fair." After dinner and washing up we sat together on the sofa and cuddled up while watching some film. Pretty soon cuddling lead to kissing and kissing lead to Lisa running her hand up my nylon covered thigh, under my skirt, until she was teasing my manhood through my panties. "Just think Dee," Lisa whispered huskily in my ear as she played with my growing shaft. "When you live here full time you won't have to have that nasty cage on as often." "I'd like that, Miss Lisa," I said, slipping back into my submissive role. "And you'd be able to use that lovely tongue of your where it can do the most good." I didn't need to be told anything more. I got down on my knees and moved between Lisa outstretched thighs. She was already unbuckling the three straps on her left hip and she quickly flipped the front of her skirt open as she raised her hips so that I could pull her panties down. Moments later I lowered my head to her waiting loins and my tongue snaked out to lick the swollen folds of her sex. Lisa raised her legs, resting her feet on my back as she let her knees fall apart. Her hands were on the back of my head, holding me to her and guiding me as I began lapping at the juices that were already emanating from her sex. I heard Lisa moan, then sigh as she told me what a good girl I was. My tongue darted out, delving deep between the engorged outer lips of her sex. I began wiggling my tongue within her and felt the first shudder that rippled through her. Lisa pressed me to her sex, holding me there as she moaned and began rocking her sex on my face. But then I felt her clitoris against my lips and, before she could rock her hips again, I bit it. I didn't bite hard, but enough to holder her where she was. Then, as she gasped in surprise, and as my teeth gently nipped her clitoris, I began flicking my tongue over it. A long, low groan escaped Lisa's lips. Her hands fell away from my head. She was no longer holding me but rather she began softly stroking hair. Each time I flicked my tongue over the clitoris, Lisa would moan and, as I flicked faster and faster, her moans melded together until it sounded like one continuous note coming from her throat. I changed things up then. Letting go of her clitoris as my tongue delved deep inside of her. I lapped at her sex, pushing my tongue as deep into her as I could, before again returning to her clitoris and nipping it between my teeth as I flicked it repeatedly. When I lapped at Lisa's sex she would rock her hips, forcing herself against my mouth and nose. Then, as I nipped her clitoris, she would lay back still, but moaning in ecstasy. How long I spent between her thighs I don't know, and I didn't care. I loved making Lisa cum on my tongue. Loved seeing the expression of bliss on her face as I gave her another orgasm. I even loved the very taste of her sex. It was musky, but slightly sweet also, and I happily lapped up every drop of pussy juice that came from her. But then I saw her chest begin to heave. Lisa breathing became more ragged as her moaning got louder and louder. She locked her thighs around my head, holding me tight to her sex as she tilted her hips up to my mouth. Her hands pressed on the back of my head as she grunted noisily. Suddenly it was if her whole body was coiled around my head. She sat up off the sofa, her head falling back as she grunted her way to a shattering climax. Her whole body quivered, every muscle in her being tensing and relaxing in rapid succession. She pressed my face harder into her sex, willing me to go deeper as she screamed in ecstasy. And then she fell back on the sofa as her whole body went limp. I began to like her clitoris again but Lisa pushed me away. She was too sensitive to take any more and she just wanted to be held. She stretched out her arms towards me and, taking my hands in hers, she guided me back to the sofa where I sat down beside her. Lisa cuddled into me. She kissed me passionately, her tongue darting into my mouth and playing with my tongue for a few moments. But then she moved so that her head was resting on my breasts as she wrapped her arms around me. "That was really nice darling," Lisa said softly. "I like doing that for you, Miss Lisa," I replied. "You do, don't you," she said looking up at me. "You're so sweet to me aren't you Dee?" "Yes," I nodded. Lisa looked deep into my eyes, staring almost as if she was searching my soul to test the truth of my words. Finally, a soft smiled began to spread across her lips and she drew me to her. We kissed, our lips crushing together as our tongues danced and played between our mouths. I felt her hand slip under my skirt again, this not to tease me through my panties but gripping them as she began pulling my panties off. Instinctively I raised my bottom as Lisa hauled my panties down. In just a few seconds she had my panties off and my skirt hitched up. Grinning broadly, like the cat that got the cream, or was about to get the cream, Lisa slid down between my outstretched thighs. Her fingers danced over my stockings, sending a tiny electric thrill wherever her fingertips touched. Then she came to my taut suspender straps. She lifted them, then flicked them against my thighs, before sliding her fingers under them as she caressed my naked flesh. I felt her lick along my thigh, her tongue leaving a long, wet strip on my skin. Then, ever so gently, she began to blow on my skin causing tiny goosebumps to raise where her breathe chilled my wet flesh. By then my manhood was rock hard and standing proud from my loins. But Lisa didn't touch it. She neither took it in her hand nor let her lips surround it. Rather Lisa played teasing games on my flesh, touching me, licking me, and blowing on me, while all the time avoiding direct contact with my penis. She forced my thighs wide apart. Kissing and licking and teasing my groin as she kissed down one thigh to my stocking top, then back up and down to the other stocking top. It seemed like Lisa teased me for an age. My mind was in a fog of ecstasy. I was moaning noisily. My hips were making small, involuntary thrust into the empty air. And my penis was throbbing and bobbing about above my groin in a desperate bid for attention. Part of me wanted to take my hands, grab hold of Lisa's head or her hair, and force her mouth down on my shaft. But the other part of me, the submissive part of me, the true part of me, knew that I must not do that. Lisa was my queen, my mistress, my goddess. And I knew that I could never be disrespectful to her. If she wanted to tease, wanted to drive me close to insane with her tormenting touch that meticulously avoided my manhood, I would have to suffer it and thank her for it afterward. But then Lisa did something that brought both tears of frustration and heavenly joy to me. She took my throbbing penis in her hand, her slim fingers closing around my shaft as she pulled the foreskin back. I let out a long low moan as she did that but, then I saw the wicked, almost impish smile on her face, and I knew she had some new torture planned. She placed the head of my manhood in her mouth, sucking it gently as she let her tongue swirl around the tip of my gland. My hips thrust upward, trying to get deep between her beautiful lips. But Lisa quickly pulled her head back, letting go of my shaft and gave me a sharp, playful slap on the thigh as she told me to keep very still. Once I had settled down she again took my shaft in her hand, and she again began to suck on the head of my penis. Once more Lisa let her tongue swirl around the head of my glad, holding me tightly in her hand till she was happy that the gland was good and wet. Then she withdrew her lips as her hand gripped tighter and she forced my foreskin all the way back and she was pressing down on my loins. Lisa smiled up at me before pursing her lips together as she began to blow a tiny stream of air at my gland. She carefully, and deviously directed that stream of air at the most sensitive spot on the underside of my gland. At first, it tickled, then it began to tingle, and then it felt as if Lisa had touched a live wire to my shaft. It was driving me crazy as my cock seemed to be burning with ecstasy. I had never felt anything like it before. I wanted her to stop but didn't want her to stop. But, when I saw the glint in her eyes, I knew that she wasn't going to stop. Time and again Lisa would stop blowing, then she would lick the underside of my gland again, and begin blow all over again. It seemed to go on and on and on, an endless torture of delight that was sending me into some deep and unexplored headspace. I was her toy, her plaything. And I was both loving and hating every second of it. My manhood was throbbing. I wanted to feel myself being sucked into her Lisa's mouth, or feel the hot, wet folds of her sex surrounding my shaft. But instead, Lisa just licked my gland again and began to softly blow. Her elbows were on my thighs, holding my legs down. Her hand was tight around my shaft, pulling my foreskin back and pressing down into my groin. I could do nothing but cry and moan and she blew another wave of cool air onto my gland. Just when I thought I could not take any more. When it felt as if my brain was entering into meltdown. Lisa stopped blowing on my gland. I felt her press on my thighs with her hands as she let go of my throbbing shaft. When I opened my eyes, she was standing in front of me, lifting up her skirt as she came closer and straddled my hip. In one rapid, and beautiful flowing motion, Lisa straddled my hip, lowered herself and took my manhood deep in her sex. I felt her swollen moist lips surround me, her vaginal muscles rippling as she gripped my shaft with her sex. I groaned in the ecstasy of it. Slowly, so very slowly that it was maddening, Lisa began to rock her hips. I felt her drawing back off my shaft till only the very tip was held between the outer lips of her sex, then she would sigh softly as she slid all the way back down till I could not go any deeper. Her hands were on either side of my head, holding still as she pressed her lips to mine and kissed me with all the pent-up passion in her. Her tongue was in my mouth, thrusting in and out in time with the thrusting of her hips. Her hips began to move quicker and her vaginal muscles clamped down on my shaft. At the same time, her kisses became more frantic. Lisa was kissing my eyelids, my nose, my cheeks, ears, and neck. I placed my hands on her buttocks, squeezing them as my shaft was being milked by Lisa's hungry sex. "Don't cum yet," Lisa said breathlessly. Her hips then moving frantically as she grunted and groaned in ecstasy. "Don't cum till I tell you can." "No. I mean yes. Miss Lisa," I croaked as the tension within my loins began building to an irresistible pressure. I was trying to control my breathing, trying to hold back, but I could feel what little control I had slipping away from me with each thrust of Lisa's hips. Lisa's breathing was likewise becoming ragged. She would moan loudly as she clamped her muscles tight around my shaft as she pushed down on it then, gasping almost, she was slowly raising herself up before thrusting down again. I had both my hands on her buttocks, squeezing them and playfully pinching them, even pulling them apart as I began to play with Lisa's rear. Then it happened. Lisa's muscles went limp, her whole body seemed to sag on top of me. One last time she managed to raise herself up and, with a breathless cry of "Cum now", I felt her vaginal muscles clamp impossibly tight around my shaft as they began to pulsate. Her head fell back as an animalistic grunt escaped her throat. Twice more she thrust her hips down on me and I too grunted as I felt the first jet of seed burst from me. And, as I filled Lisa with my love, she wrapped her arms around my neck as she smothered my lips with hers. Later, much later as we were both spent, we took a long hot shower together. We spent a good bit of time in the bedroom, drying each other off, applying skin cream to each other, before finally dressing for bed. Then, we just relaxed in each other arms, holding one another as we kissed sweetly. The following day I was due to return home. But I didn't want to go and Lisa didn't want me to either. So, after a leisurely breakfast, over which we again talked about my moving in and living as Dee full time, we got dressed to go into town. I'll be honest, I was nervous about the trip. Sure, Lisa had told me many times that I could "pass" easily. And, I say this without bragging, if I was really careful with my makeup, then I could look very feminine. I suppose I was lucky in that my facial features were quite small and my lips were reasonably full. All of which gave me a bit of a head start when making-up. But I think what was really beginning to make the difference was the clothes I was wearing most of the time. To my way of thinking, the more I wore women's clothes, the more I like them. And the more I liked them, the more confident I felt in them. Added to that, now that I had breasts, which filled out dresses and blouses the way they were designed to be filled out, and moved with me when I moved, I was genuinely beginning to feel like a woman. But there was one other thing that was making me feel a little nervous about our trip that day. We would be paying a visit to Molly's store where Lisa had told me, she would be buying me the first of my maid's uniforms. I had only met Molly once before, and that time I had been dressed as a man. How would she react when she saw me as I was now? To be continued. Also, please don't forget to add a comment or review if you have enjoyed this part of my story. And many thanks to all those that have taken the time in the past to leave your comments. It can sometimes be a lonely life typing away here. Your comments are always welcome and they make the effort of typing worthwhile. Dee.