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Sara's Adventures!
As usual, we all know this is a fictional story, with fictional people,
and of course there might be some autobigraphical material as well,made
up characters, and names of course.If this resembles anyone living or
dead it's purely coincidental.
I'm sitting here proof reading my Halloween story from this year, yeah I
know it's late! But right now I've got other things on my mind, like how
to get out of a predicament I'm in at the moment. See part 2 of this
story, which maybe written over a couple of days depending how this
turns out!
My name is Franklin, and this is my story. A group of us were eating
lunch in the lunch room around mid October, one of the girls, Sarah(not
the one who the story is about) asked if I was "dressing up" for
Halloween? She said you realize that this will be your last year doing
it as you are retiring at the end of the year! And I knew what she was
referring to when she said "dressing"! Yes over the years I had shown up
for work on that day enfemme on occaison, or wearing my kilt, or some
other goofy costume.
I told her, I don't know, I have a closet full of clothes and I don't
have a thing to wear! Typical woman she replied! Upon hearing that, one
of the newer people that had never seen me before at Halloween, asked
what do you mean by that? She said Oh you'll see if he does what I think
he's going to do! I thought great! what am I going to do? On the one
hand I wanted Sara(me) to have her last hurrah, as this was my last year
here. I finally reached early retirement age, and I was determined to
enjoy it instead of work till you drop, like I had known so many family,
and friends who had died before or just at 65 and never had the chance
to collect.
And of course you know how things can be at work, I had a reputation at
times for getting my boxers in a bunch, and of course my name being
Franklin, people would always kid me with feminized versions of my name,
Frances, Francine, or Frances Jean! Oh how I hated that last one! You
don't know how bad I wanted to scream, God dammit it's SARA !! Also at
work it's like the game post office, remember that one? I only told
Sarah maybe, about dressing up, next thing you know it's all over the
shop from Mary in accounting who said, so I hear Francine that you're
"dressing up" for Halloween? to some of the newer people saying no way!
you'll make one ugly chick! I remarked, I said have ever seen some of
the older woman out there!? Sure some look bad and then there's others
who are drop dead gorgeous!
I could see why they thought I would be ugly, long hair in a messy low
pony tail, slightly overweight, always wore a scruffy 3 day beard,
always came to work prepared to get dirty. Yup, that's me alright! yes
I'm self conscious about my looks, if I'm cleaned up and neat as a male,
there's times I catch a glimse of me, and I swear I see her and the more
I see her, the more I want to be her! And the same go's for some of the
better looking women at work, Oh how I wish I could have there looks!
One person who doubted my looks, I said Ok here, look at this! and
whipped up an older picture of me several years ago. Ok so what's with
the picture of your sister? My Sister! No look again! OMG! that's you?
Yeah, not bad for an ugly duckling huh?
So as usual, the day had come for Sara's farewell tour, up 2hrs before I
needed to be, pulling on the girdle, add the hip pads, add the lacy stay
up thigh highs, needless to say I inherited my mothers vein disease, and
I really don't have legs I can show off anymore, and I'm reduced to
wearing kitten heels, due to my bad ankles just can't rock the stilletos
anymore!
Strapped on the waist cincher, bra, popped in the breast forms, did the
make up perfectly you know moiturise, foundation, contour, blend,eye
liner, eye shadow mascara the whole 9 yards! Yes this 60's something
looked like a soccer mom with teenage kids, took extra time to do the
nails! I consider that my most feminizeng feature, and the most
traumatizing when it come time to put Sara away in the closet.
Arrival at work, since some areas of the shop started at 6am, I snuck in
the back door and knew exactly where I would find the first group of
employees, all women 3 newer employees and 1 who had seen me before. the
3 newer employees said miss, neww hires are to report to the lunch room
and wait for Human Resources, and you're way to early! new hires start
at 7:30am, not now! about that time Kathy noticed me and said Omigosh!
Frank is that you!? I said yes it is! but Frank couldn't make it today
so wondered if Sara would take his place...you could've heard a pin drop
when they realised who I was! they looked me over and couldn't believe
the night and day difference between before and after, the one who 1st
spoke, asked are those real? do I see nipples? yes they are real,real
breastforms!Can I touch? Tell you what if I let you touch I get a touch!
But they look so real! So I reached in and pulled one out to show
Amanda,as I'm showing her of course she saw my nails, who did those?
asked Jennifer, I proudly said I did! Makeup too? Yup! you did this all
on your own and had no help? I said really! Who do you think is going to
get up at 3:30am and do my make up and nails!
And so the day went on, from Melissa betting that I couldn't walk in
those heels, to Kaitln remarking about my catwalk strut in a New York
minute as she put it, the fashion show at lunch time, yes they wanted to
seem do a twirl! all in all it was a fun day. I was surprised the next
day at work, no one said anything about my nails, or the earrings! I had
even neglected to remove the late ex wifes wedding band, it wasn't her
good one, just a cheapie with cz instead of diamonds.
You see under previous owners, long hair on guys, piercings,and rings
like that on guys was taboo! after the new owners took over, and some of
the old fuddy duddy managers retired, things slowly changed, to the
point that I got away with that for a month before HR dept. called me
out on my behavior. I know just another Ho Hum Halloween party for a
crossdresser like me.
Part 2 Boredom sets in!
Ok here it is it's after Christmas, I'm finishing out my vacation time,
before I'm officially done Dember 31st. I'm bored! Got up this morning,
did the dishes just for something to do. Dressed as Sara today, just not
into it...Was thinking about just saying the heck with it today, undress
and hang out in my sweat pants and T shirt, ok just a tshirt and denim
skirt, better? I hope so! decided to browse the internet, a notification
from 1 of my groups pops up, it's from the self bodage group! hmm,
wonder what's up? So while browsing the group I'm also re doing my
nails, since I'm no longer working now I decided to have my nails done!
so I took off the polish and redid them a bright red metallic, I thought
you know I haven't done self bondage in awhile, maybe a little damsel in
distress is what I need! needless to say little did I realise how true
that would be!
So I realised I had no rope, no tape, the only bondage make do I had was
my knee hi orthopedic boots, once strapped in and pumped up, from the
knee down nothings moving! I had 2 of those so I strapped in and then
decided I needed more! well, 2 full rolls of cling wrap laterfromthe
thighs to the tip of my boots it looked like I had 2 silvery long leg
cast on! and for exta measure, I lightly played the blow dryer over it,
just to warm it a little, amazing how much that shit shrinks! so I
hobble to the bath room, trying not to fall! you see the bottoms of the
boots have a rocker shape to them and were not meant to be worn in
pairs! I have to stand to pee, using a funnel to direct it, yes I was
born with a unit on the small side, and over the years it has gotten
smaller? no still same length, just at my age I have a low T count and
my gynecomastia is between an A cup to almost B cup!
I thought it's been awhile, lets see if we can wake it from it's
slumber! No such luck! no amount of fantasizing, pud pulling, even the
sight of bright red nails will get it to stir! but not his time!
disappointed I was about to give up.
Sitting on the back of the toilet was a large almost empty shampoo
bottle with almost nothing in it, I thought why hasn't some one thrown
this out yet? I took the cap off to rinse it out before tossing it the
recycle bin. I noticed the large hole in the top of the bottle, hmmm it
looks as big as the small head on my pecker! and then I got an idea!
penis chastity! maybe that will wake it up! so I squeezed the heavy
walls of the plastic bottle down as far as I could, stuck the head to
the opening, nothing!! the bottle re inflated but only sucked the fore
skin in a little, but the head didn't go in! So I tried again, this time
I took some of the shampoo residue in the bottle on my finger and
swirled it all over the head, I felt a little sensation but nothing to
write home about. So I repeated coating the bottle opening as well
checking to make sure there were no sharp edges! gave it a squeze and
repeated the process, Sucess! it popped right in! I slid it back and
forth a couple of times, nothing seemed to happen... I pulled on it and
with a little resitance it slid off with a "POP" Not knowing what would
happen next is where the "Damsel in distess" comes into play!
I thought that was cool, I thought let's try that again and see if
something more happens! So back on it went, I noticed this time however
it was a bit more difficult. I figured the was enough slippery stuff on
there it would slide right in, which it did just a littele harder. But
there was enough friction now that it felt like jacking off sorta,
andthe sight of my hands with th red nails holding the bottle and
sliding it back n forth was all it took! I actually got a little stiffy
and it felt like climaxed sort of, maybe?
I thought well enough of this, get cleaned up and take of the bondage
stuff, and relax in front of the the tv. WRONG! when I went to grab the
bottle and slide it off, it wouldn't come! WHAT!? I couldn't believe it!
I'm STUCK? No can't be! So I said Ok, calm down... Again I tried, this
time with a slow twisting motion, NOTHING! in fact I think it was worse!
Every time I tried as soon as the neck of the bottle touched the
underside othe the head, my unit would jerk twice and I could have sworn
that looking thru the semi opaque bottle, I could see what looked like a
golf ball sized head! I fgured between dressing up some, the nails, the
bondage scenario. I was in a permanent state of arousal!? I thought how
could it be that BIG! The opening in the bottle was abot an inch maybe?
What ever size it ws my head was definitely larger than that!
So here I am, with a bottle stuck on my unit undoing miles?(seems like
it) of cling wrap, unstrapping the boots. Putting Sara away 'cept for
the nails, rmember those? I paid a lot of money for those, and that
bottle will come off one way another but not the nails! Tried taking a
shower to cool off, that didn't work, in fact I had to hold the bottle
level every where I went in the house! As soon as I let it hang down,
it would slide down to head back of the head and the jerk jerk would
start and I would get aroused again! watched tv, for a moment I thought
I felt it relax, as soon as I pulled it BAM! right back to square one! I
remember from my younger days if I had a raging hardon, that usually
overnight it wold go away, I aslso knew moments after waking I would get
morning wood! but lately I haven't had that problem, but then I never
woke up with a bottle stuck on it either!
Next morning I cautiously awoke, sat up and gently pulled, it started to
come off! I thought squeeze the bottle and push it out. BIG MISTAKE! I
couldn't squeeze it enough, and took my hand off to get another squeeze?
Nope! thoomp! right back in, and to make matters worse, now I had to
PEE! and I know in the morning it can be a lot of fluid! I run to the
kitchen forgeting about the bottle, it's bouncing! I'm looking for a
sharp knife! By now the bottle is half full! OMG! hope this works! I lay
the bottle on thedge of the sink, feeling the warm fluid agaisnt my
unit, and SLICE! there go's the bottom of the bottle! What? did you
think was going to do!? Ok, now I can look inside the bottle, and it's
what I thought! No way is that going to come off! THINK! what to do!
hospital? no way! I can just hear it now, and just how did this happen!
Ok, I guess cut it off! How? any slip up and it's back to the 1st option
and hope I don't bleed to death! I eventualy found a mini pair of
nippers, kinda like a baby pair of wire cutters, A few careful snips
grab the bottle and peel back the plastic with pliers and my fingers and
VOILA! free at last!
Needless to say the little guys battered and bruised, but seems ok... I
don't think I will try that again! damn, wait! I just remembered there's
another bottle of that in tha bathroom!
See Ya! Sara Michelle
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