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Think Pink By Jena Corso Edited By Angela Meyers Chapter Three She had his mind spinning as she took his car on to the highway and now he knew they were headed away from his apartment. It was early evening as she pulled into the parking lot of a big movie theater as he looked over at her, surprised. "What? Don't you like the movies?" Sherri put the car into park. "Of course, but it's not what I expected?" said Ted, looking back at her. "And that's what you'll need to learn to like about me?" said Sheri, leaning over and softly placing a kiss on his lips. "What, did you think we'd go right from lunch to sex?" "Well?" Ted shrugged his shoulders. "Yeah! Even as sexy as you are, no girl," said Sherri, taking one more kiss. "You think you got all made up just for lunch." "A girl can hope, can't she?" Ted batted his lashes. "Yeah well she can hope during the movie, and this is about all I can afford to treat you to," joked Sherri, getting out. "Now come on." "You don't need to pay, Sherri," said Ted as he walked towards her. "None of this has ever been about money obviously." "Yeah I know, but I'm picking a chick flick, so I at least feel like I should pay for it," said Sherri, reaching over and winding her fingers between his. "Wow so we're walking in as girlfriends then." Ted rubbed her thumb. "And not just girl friends?" "Well yeah I was thinking this could be our first official date?" Sherri rubbed his thumb back. "I kind of thought that was what lunch was supposed to be, but I'd love that," said Ted as his eyes lit up. "Now at the very least I got the popcorn and drinks." "Well it's a romantic movie and possibly a tear jerker," said Sherri, sliding her fingers between his legs for a minute. "I'll give you the benefit of the doubt because you're new at this, but you're going to have to do better than that." Into the movie they went as lesbian lovers, holding hands as Sherri dragged him alon,g not caring if anyone even glanced their way. She was a bit overdressed herself to sit in a theater as they settled into the last row, sharing a huge soda and some popcorn during the previews. Before the film even began, she was all over him, kissing his neck and then with her tongue in his ear. Each time though he tried to kiss her back she rebuffed him, keeping his hands stuck in his own lap as she ferociously controlled the action. "No babe," said Sherri, nibbling his ear lope. "All mine right now, and a nice sexy cut allows me to enjoy all the places I so love to nibble. You've got no problem with that, right?" "My ears are your ears Sherri," sighed Ted. "Oh I like how you're thinking, and I can do so much with them." Sherri moved to his lips and put her tongue in his mouth. "See how well you're coming around now, girl?" They kissed feverishly now for a few minutes as she put his hands on her breasts, allowing him to touch her yet all the while acting as the aggressor. When the movie really started, she pulled back as they caught their breath and then she leaned over, wiping any stray lipstick from her face before sitting back. He wasn't even sure how it happened, but eventually he found himself leaning in with her arm around him as she stroked his neck with her nails while they watched the show. The sexy girl was treating him as one as she lifted popcorn to his lips and lovingly touched him so softly. It was a good hour into the movie after some sad parts that got her a bit choked up before she wiped a tear and then turned, softly kissing him again. It was a brief kiss followed by another and then after the third, she pulled her arm from around his shoulder. "Ok I'm ready." Sherri wiped under her eyes, making sure her mascara didn't run. "You're ready, too." "Sure, any time you want to go," nodded Ted. "I didn't mean leave, Diana." Sherri reached under her dress and lifed her butt off the seat, pulling off her panties. "I meant ready to take care of me." "You mean like... Like right here?" asked Ted stunned. "Ah yeah bitch," said Sherri, tossing her panties down the row towards the empty seat in the corner. "Who's the one in a skirt and who's in jeans. I can't put my bare knees on this dirty floor. That's gross." "But what if anyone...?" Ted stuttered. "Who gives a shit, and why do you think we're in the back row," said Sherri, pushing at the back of his head. "Now get down there because you don't give a shit about what happens in this movie anyway, and last I remember I'd say you owe me a few anyway." Down he went to his knees uncomfortably in the tight movie theater row as she opened her legs wide and beneath her skirt went his head. "Ohhhh yeaaahhhhh Diana," moaned Sherri, pushing at the back of his head and then digging her fingers into his hair. "Good girl. Deeper bitch. Deeeppperrrrrr!" Whatever hair was still atop his head, she was practically ripping out as she barely let him breath. It would be a good fifteen minutes until finally she gasped, not even caring if a few disturbed teenagers turned back toward them just smiling at them, not giving a shit. When she finally let him climb back in his seat, he looked frazzled, softly grinning at her as she tightly grasped his hand rubbing his fingers. "First date is off to a decent start, bitch," said Sherri. "Let's hope you're not tired though?" "No, I'm good," sighed Ted, breathing heavily. "No, you're a mess," smiled Sherri, leaning in, kissing him then wiping his lips all around. "But a hot mess at that, which is just how I like my girls when I allow them to be a bit messy." "Oh trust me I'd be very messy if I could be, but it seems you've taken care of that not happening," said Ted, feeling himself strained beyond belief, all pinned back. "Yup," smiled Sherri, kissing him and feeling his flattened crotch through his tight jeans. "All seems good and the floor is sticky enough in here already." "It is," said Ted, touching his knees. "My jeans are sticky in the knees, but I'm not so sure our definitions of what's good when it comes to being sticky are quite the same." "Of course they are. We both like it sticky swee,t Diana," said Sherri, putting her arms around him, looking into his eyes inches from his face. "It's just I'm not letting my precious sweetie get sticky until I'm damn well ready for her to be sticky sweet between my luscious lips." "Ohhhh gawwddddd." Ted was beyond turned on. "Ok." "Good girl," said Sherri, kissing him and then standing up and taking his hand. "Now let's get out of here and we've got change, so we can go dancing." "Dancing?" Ted asked as they began leaving the movie. "Change?" "Ah yeah?" said Sherri. "It's not even midnight yet? Did you want our date to be over with already?" "No! Of course not," said Ted as they went outside. "It's just..." "Oh don't be a party pooper, and trust me when we get there you'll feel more comfortable the second we walk in holding hands," said Sherri, starting the car. "Get my drift bitch, or should I spell it out?" "You mean comfortable like with more people there like us?" said Ted. "Yup! You're about to experience your first gay nightclub!" said Sherri as she pulled away and then stopped, looking over at him. "Or are you?" "Of course! I've never been to a lesbian bar or anything?" said Ted backpedaling. "I guess we'll see, and it's an alternative club. Not just lesbians, and it's not like no straight people ever hang there," said Sherri as se drove. "Maybe you'll see someone you know there you never even thought lived an alternative lifestyle. Wouldn't that be a trip?" "Anyone seeing me there no!" moaned Ted. "Please no!" "Why? Are you suddenly embarrassed to be seen with me?" said Sherri, getting annoyed. "I could have been that way with you in your pretty new look! But was I?" "I didn't mean it like that, and you know that," yelped Ted. "I'm sorry. I just meant I'm obviously not ready to be recognized like this. Please! I thought you'd understand that?" "Don't get your panties in a ruffle, and you know I do!" Sherri took his hand. "There's a boutique next store to the club where I planned on finding you something more appropriate anyway before we go in. I've bought quite a few things there over the last two years that I've hit this club in, so it'll be fine for you. Last thing I want is my new girl uncomfortable with sticky knees and looking disheveled like you do now." "And who's the one that disheveled me?" Ted giggled. "Ahhhh the same one that fixed up the disaster you used to be when I first met you."Sherri leaned over, stealing a kiss. "Now trust me I'll handle it again, and all you need is an outfit plus a little touch up on this face. It's not like you can go in there like this anyway, because the only girls in there in jeans are bull dykes, most of which could kick both our asses and even looking like this, you're a bit too girly to get mistaken for one." "A bit too girly?" said Ted, tossing up his hands. "Very funny." "Who said I was joking," said Sherri as they pulled into a lot. "Now don't be such a prima dona and get out." They exited the car from a well-lit parking lot and then turned the corner towards the unassuming dark club. Just a simple blue neon sign with half the letters out sat above a black semi-basement level door partially sunken from sight were the only distinguishing elements as he noticed a small line of people waiting behind a wrought iron rail. Past the end of the line they walked as he glanced shyly at the indifferent GBLT clientel, holding hands with Sherri as they walked together as girlfriends. It had been a long time since he'd been clubbing at all, so he was as curious as he was nervous, not ever hanging with edgy crowds or artsy club kids. Instead of getting in the back of the line though, she led him right past itm turning into the alley as suddenly he noticed a single glass door surrounded by a graffiti laced side of the building. As they got to it, he felt his stomach drop as she pushed a simple round button on the intercom and then looked up at a camera as they were buzzed in. "You sure this is ok?" Ted asked as the buzzer sounded. "Relax, it's only like this late at night," said Sherri, pulling open the door and then teasing him. "There are some really tough girls in this neighborhood, so you can never be too safe but I'll protect you." "Not funny, and don't think so," said Ted, rolling his eyes. "I used to be the one to protect my girlfriend." "Yeah used to be but you're much sexier now, and just chill, neither of us needs protection," said Sherri, pecking a kiss. "Believe me in the day time when the window gates are down, so you can see the cool window displays, the place looks amazing. Now just go in, please?" "Ok," nodded Ted, walking inside. Down a few stairs they went and then he was inside a fairly large clothing store. It was like nothing he'd been in before, as this was obviously geared towards a clientel he'd never been a part of. Racks of dresses in the middle seemed normal enough, but a full wall of erotic leather wear on the right sat adjacent to racey lingerie and then across to the left side the entire wall was lined in boots and shoes. As they walked towards the middle, Sherri's fingers began browsing some brightly colored dresses, but Ted's eye were fixated on the doorway in the back where he could see a small full room of sex toys. "So can I help you?" said a tall black man, coming over in nothing but a brown leather vest, shirtless with matching brown leather pants. "Yeah in just a second," said Sherri, looking around and thinking. "We're headed next store, and she needs something a bit more..... Appropriate? Sexy? You know less basic?" "Yes. No doubt?" sighed the man, looking at Ted and sizing him up. "I can certainly help with both of you." "Excellent and not that she's not gorgeous right now?" winked Sherri, rubbing his ass. "But I thought I'd go a little stronger and I thought she'd go a little softer.... But not too soft.... You know?" "I see." The man touched Ted and turned him around, looking at him. "Oh yeah and keep in mind I need to keep a few things maybe not totally soft, but let's say under control and in place until I'm ready to let them loose," said Sherri, raising her brows and biting down on her lip. "I mean she's a bit on the nervous side and kind of new at this?" "Of course dear, and off to a fabulous start then," said the man, looking at Ted. "We do this all the time here as you probably know, and as beautiful as she is already, don't be nervous honey. I'm Jovan by the way." "And I'm Sherri, and this is my girlfriend..." said Sherri, turning towards him. "Uuummm." Ted was wondering what he was getting himself into, staring at Sherri as she purposely didn't say a word waiting for him to answer. "I'm T... I mean well...... I'm..... Diana." "Wonderful. Head right back to that dressing room Diana, and undress while I run a few ideas by your girlfriend," said Jovan, pointing to a curtained off area. "I've seen it all, and don't even be the slightest bit nervous." "Yeah that I don't think will be possible," gulped Ted. "Honey?" said Jovan with a shimmy pointing at him. "Don't you worry! When I'm done dressing you, you'll be even more fabulous than when you walked in." "That's exactly what I'm afraid of," mumbled Ted at Sherri walking past her to the dressing area. He walked into the dressing room, pulling closed the curtain not even sure what he was supposed to do as he sat contemplating what was even happening. He sat on the bench carefully unzipping his boots, feeling the pressure against his fingers as he tried not to push against his long nails. It took quite a while to actually get them off and then it was even tougher to pull down the painted on jeans, but eventually he wiggled them off as he more easily pulled his top over his head. He sat now for a few minutes, hearing the chatter of Sherri and Jovan outside and then looked up half startled as Jovan ripped open the curtain. "Oh all of it honey, and stand up please," said Jovan, sliding open the curtain fully and then hanging some garments on the wall before spinning him and unsnapping his bra. "I'll help you so you can get a move on. I know both you and Sherri are anxious to get clubbing." "Thanks. Kind of new with these nails," replied Ted as suddenly down went his hose as he stepped out of them. "We all are at some point, but you learn to deal with it girl," said Jovan with his hands all over him. "Hands flat on the wall, lean forward a touch and keep your legs open at about shoulder width please." "You mean wear nails like this too?" asked Ted confused. "But you're?" "Tall yeah?" laughed Jovan as he wrapped something around Ted's waist. "Stand still and try not to move. Ever been corseted before?" "No?" said Ted as the corset was being buckled up loosely in back. "Then you're in for a treat!" Jovan teased as he was tightening the laces. "And I wear much crazier nails than those when I perform. I do drag down the block once a month, and what I wouldn't give to be as pretty as you are naturally Diana. Now breathe in and hold it sweetie." "Sure," said Ted, breathing in as suddenly he pulled hard on the laces. "WWWWooooaaaahhhhhhh!" "And to have your shiny body too instead of this big tall frame," said Jovan, pulling hard. "Breathe in again Diana. Oh my that would be such a treat." The tension was incredible now as Jovan pulled as hard as he could while Ted squealed a bit as the air was compressed from his lungs. "Is it supposed to feel like I've broken a rib?" sighed Ted, looking down at his corseted waist. "Just one? No?" laughed Jovan, sticking his knee in his back tugging again. "That just means we can go a touch more Diana." "Oh my gawwddd. I wish I never asked," moaned Ted as Jovan tied off the laces as he fretted at his comment. That would soon though be less uncomfortable than a stranger pulling down his panties and then gaff as just that fast, his privates were loose as he been untucked, stepping from the garments. At least he might be free to soon have some fun with Sherri he thought but then he looked down, stepping into the most bizarre thing yet? Around his ankles now sat this rubbery fleshy colored blob that closely resembled his own skin. As he stood unable to move more than a millimeter, Jovan began spreading a cream across his tights and then up came the garment. When it got past his knees, Jovan reached between his legs, yanking him back more tightly than he expected, holding him pinned back as he snugged up the fleshy apparatus over his hips. "How's that feel Diana?" Jovan asked, checking the fit and turning him, looking at the back. "I do not even know how to answer that," said Ted, looking down. "Well weird I'm sure, and it's going to give you some amazing shape," said Jovan, wiping his chest with a alcohol swap. "But wait until you feel these. We just got these in from Germany, and they're all the rage!" Jovan now lifted two huge silicon boobs from a package and unclipped a strap from atop this entire one piece breast plate. Around his neck went the fleshy thin ends as Jovan re-attached the little clip as they hung like a swimsuit top and then he lifted the drooping silicon while he peeled off the back of the double sided tape. When he had them just where he wanted them, he pushed hard, joining them to Ted's chest before smoothing the edges as just that fast they were bonded in place. He then took a pink garment from a package, surrounding first his left ankle and then his right, as up it came over Ted's hips. Just stretching it on him was a job and a half as he tugged and yanked until it was over his hips. There'd be no worry of anything popping up anywhere in the snug garment, as up it came over his waistline before he was being zipped in. Over his new boobs it went, enclosing his entire midsection and chest. When it snapped behind his neck, he'd been encapsulated in the tight body suit with his entire back and arms exposed in bare flesh. "Turn, and this will be quick," said Jovan, pressing on his left shoulder and then his lower back as he turned. From a bag came dozens of silver hoops that he slid over his wrist and then hooked one beneath each stud in his ears. On his lobe snapped a series of smaller ones, pinching the cartilage and then he twisted the back of another tightly on his left nostril. A pinch at his right bicep was followed by a silver ring on almost every finger, and then finally he was allowed to sit on the bench. Little sheer peds were slipped on his feet, but what followed next caught his eye. Pink leather ankle boots were laced up tightly and had a 3 inch spikey heel which on its own was not that overly high, yet not made for the novice either. As he looked down at them, Jovan lifted his chin, taking a hot pink tube to his lips and adding a finish gloss. He squirted his hair with a gel, dampening it slightly before raking it with his fingers all to the left. Just that fast a heavy finish spray would be added, and it was over as he'd been given a sultry makeover as if he needed another one. "Well that should be girly enough and edgy enough, Diana," said Jovan with a big smile. "If you like where I put some things, I can send you to the girl that does all our piercing and artistry and you can do some of it for real, but there's no rush so let's see what the boss says when she sees you." When the curtain opened and Jovan stepped out of the way, Sherri was standing there waiting like it was Christmas morning as a big grin slowly made its way to her lips. The pretty little thing in a nice dress and heels had been replaced with a much tougher appearing chick in a white half tank top, rolled up denim shorts and knee high black platform lace up combat boots. Her loose curls were now pulled back in a tight high pony, and her lips were redone in a natural shade. With her nipples showing through the braless tank top and her silver belly ring on display, he could barely move as she sized him up. Without even saying a word, she winked at Jovan, seemingly pleased with his work and then took her phone from her purse, snapping a picture of Ted. He could barely react as she looked so delicious behind her newly darkened dramatic eye makeup, as somehow she lured him even further into this peculiar relationship. "Walk slow and I made sure they wouldn't be too high," said Sherri, summoning him towards her. "Flats would have ruined the outfit, and you had to start sometime Diana, so I figured why not now." He took his first step so gingerly like he was barefoot on glass, and then before he barely left the dressing room she walked up, kissing him. It was brief but so wet as she gently grazed her nails across his back and then stepped back smiling at what was before her. "Now this is my fucking type!" said Sherri, touching his back. "Not that you weren't before, and in case you were wondering? But Rome wasn't built in a day, and we can have some fun now before I have to worry about that leaning tower of yours popping up?" "Well you won't have to at all while she's in this," laughed Jovan. "Trust me, she'll need to be out of that outfit before that can happen." He looked down, knowing Jovan was right as he stepped forward, tossing up his hands. "Ok then," said Ted. "May as well hit the club I guess?" He turned, seeing his image with all the shapeware, as it was crazy to see his entire reflection with an hour glass figure. He was now in a backless halter, hot pink leather jumpsuit with skin tight pants and full boobs. The only skin showing though would be his bare arms and open back, as the leather clung to him like a second skin. He turned a bit, seeing a fake tramp stamp on his lower back and a butterfly on his left rear shoulder. On his feet, pink ankle boots with a thin metallic heel matched all his jewelry and the only real change to his makeup were his glossed, hot pink lips. With his hair all flipped to the side hanging down loosely now past his right eye, he had a punky, messy pixie look. Add to that over a dozen small hoops protruding from his right ear, a full cartridge top to bottom earring on the left ear and the faux hoop in his left nostril and there he was now as a more edgy leather clad girl. It was to the point where he just handed over his credit card and had Sherri sign his name as he had already almost succumbed to any of her wishes. He realized it would have been a lot cheaper and easier to hire a hooker, as he knew he just spent a small fortune today but instead of instant gratification, he'd be at her mercy as her bitch. She had twisted and shaped him like a piece of dough to her liking as she looped her fingers through his again. Out of the boutique they went as a lesbian couple, and then around the corner down into the club. She was the dom and he was her fetish fem-bot following her every command like a puppy dog she was training. It was not a special fetish night or fetish club though, because if it was he'd probably have been on a leash or at the end of something worse snapping across his bottom. Instead he was her proud date as she introduced him to a series of men, women and couples she knew, constantly stroking his bare vertebrae lovingly. It felt like at any second she could dig in her nails with some force or scratch through his flesh as she couldn't take her hands off him while she gabbed with her friends. He wondered if the few straight couples he met were actually as they seemed, because obviously he was no lesbian yet no one treated him as if he wasn't. Everyone was so nice though, enjoying casual conversation as both singles and couples came and went. After twenty minutes of gossip and a cocktail, he found himself face to face with Sherri as she pressed him against the bar. It was everything he'd hoped for as their make out session would be like nothing he'd ever experienced, going from rough to soft without notice and somehow he was so comfortable being manhandled. When they came up for air, it was such a unique dynamic to see women checking him out that were obvious tough dykes as they shared another round in between kisses. He soon understood the wide spectrum of lesbians was no different than ordinary straight people, as her old statement resonated with him that they came in all shapes and sizes. They walked towards the dance floor as he followed hand in hand ,startled slightly by stray hand across his ass. Over his shoulder he noticed a blue eyed long haired blonde in a cute mini skirt smirking, she'd been caught copping a feel in a tight crowd as she raised her brows, staring at him. It seemed crazy as he though only guys did that to hot chicks, yet now he was her. He had become that girl that appealed to some with tastes he never realized there was an appetite for, and then he found himself dancing in the crowd. It felt weird but somehow it was normal, as all he could do was just go with it anyway. A little sweat from getting worked up a bit was almost a welcome sensation, and then Sherri leaned in, slicking her tongue in his ear for a second. "So I need another drink, so I'll get us some, ok?" said Sherri, kissing his lips and pulling back. "Dance a little with the guys and keep practicing in those shoes. I'll be right back, and you're doing amazing." "Ok," said Ted as she pecked another kiss and then weaved through the crowd. He was the only girl in a small crowd of guys dancing together, except for two of her lesbian friends that were practically humping instead of dancing. He felt a bit helpless as she left him to get them another round with his only comfort zone being in a group of gay guys that he barely knew. As he danced hardly moving, he quickly understood how uncomfortable girls felt receiving stray looks from parts of the room as one husky looking tough woman kept staring him down. He'd never been prey before, normally the predator, as the guy at the bar working up the nerve to hit on a girl. Instead now thirty seconds alone was all it took to wish his pretty little protector had never left, as he noticed this muscle bound woman staring at him headed his way. "So how about I buy you a beer and shot, gorgeous," said the woman, putting out her hand. "I'm Tyler." "Uumm nice to meet you, and thank you but I'm with somebody," replied Ted. "Yeah me," said Tyler, not letting go as she yanked him a few steps through the dance crowd, signaling the bartender as they approached the bar. "One draft and one shot of whisky for my girl please, and what's your name hon?" "Well, Diana, and that's so nice of you but I meant I'm with my date," said Ted, pulling back. "I have to get back out there and she'll be back soon." "Again, don't see anyone, and you're obviously not with them," said Tyler ,nudging her way between Ted and the group of guys, a bit surprised as she interrupted their dancing. "So I'm digging all the pink, babe, and let's get to know each other a little." "Diana, is she bothering you?" said one of the guys. "Tyler, come on, she's with Sherri." "Like that little skank could hook a bitch like this." Tyler sipped her beer, leaning in close to Ted's face. "I'm digging those pretty lips you've got there, Diana. Pretty girls like you don't gloss those up for nothing, do they?" "Uuumm," started Ted backing away. "I....." "Stop fucking with her, you nasty shit," said Sherri, interrupting and laughing. "Go get your own hot pink lips to kiss." "Kiss my ass, you scrawny slut," Tyler laughed, turning and hugging Sherri before looking up at Ted. "Sorry sweetie. I was just fucking with you, girl." "Oh thank gawwdddd," said Ted. "You scared the shit out of me." "Yeah I do that sometimes, and you should have seen the look on your face, Diana," said Tyler with a huge grin on her face. "Priceless!" "Yes she is," said Sherri, reclaiming her date and kissing him right in front of Tyler. "And don't be so jealous. Get your own precious babe." "That type doesn't grow on trees exactly, does it?" smirked Tyler, touching his face. "I have to say I like what you did with her Sherri." "I did nothing but recommend a little makeover, and help bring out the real woman that was dying to get out," smiled Sherri, taking his hand. "Wait? No way? That wasn'y how I meant it?" said Tyler as her eyes grew wide and then she touched his ass before pushing at his fake boobs. "You little vixen. Nice work! You always did like to have a little dick in your diet? Don't you?" "Well?" Sherri winked with a big smile on her face. "Maybe? But it's not like that. She's just working through some shit and I'd rather not go there ok? Right, sweetie?" "Uuumm yes, honey," Ted accepted her soft kiss and then not sure what to say, shrugged his shoulders. "Whatever she says?" "No shock there?" said Tyler, downing her shot. "So when's the surgery planned, princess? Because you must have been some big pussy as a dude, so better to have one." "Really, bitch! Was that necessary?" Ooohh! She's so rude," said Sherri, giving Tyler a look, turning away and then placing a kiss on Ted. "I apologize for her honey, and that's none of your business, asshole. Like it would matter anyway?" "Oh come on. Have a sense of humor?" said Tyler rolling her eyes. "Like anyone gives a shit here anyway?" "I do and she's sensitive," said Sherri pulling him away stroking his neck. "Now come on honey, and good night everyone." Out of the club they went as even after such a bizarre exchange he was so much happier to be on their way back home. Into the car they went as she cranked the radio, getting lost in a few songs and looking over at him smiling. They'd kiss briefly at a few light and hold hands as she drove, until finally she pulled up at his complex. Back to his apartment they walked,as he didn't feel too nervous until he found himself entering his lobby dressed as he was. There would be no incident though as they made their way up to his floor quietly and then inside they went. She was all over him as they kissed, and then she stepped back just staring at him without saying a word, swallowing hard as she looked into his eyes. "Everything ok?" asked Ted confused. "Did I do something?" "No," said Sherri ,getting emotional. "You're amazing! I had such a good time with you I almost don't want it to end, but I know that's not fair. Thanks for making it a special night." In she came hugging him tightly and then softly kissing him. "No thank you," said Ted hugging her back. "It was nothing I ever expected I'd do, but I really saw another side of life tonight. It opened my eyes up so much." "Well I'm glad you did and I wasn't really saying the night was over yet?" said Sherri ,sliding her hands over his crotch. "I'm assuming what I had to put away for a little bit would hopefully want to come out and play for a while." "Oh I'm sure it would want nothing more," smiled Ted, loving the touch even through all the layers. "Good, because I did bring along a little something for both of us from the store if you're game?" smiled Sherri, softly kissing him. "You know I am," replied Ted, leaning back in. "Good, because not that I don't like the wild girl from the club on the outside, but in here it's just you and I and..." said Sherri, pulling off her tank top and exposing her breasts. "Well I kind of like the softer side of my girlfriend, even if it does invoke just one little thing that won't be so soft." "Ohhh gawwddddd," Ted said as she grabbed his ear. "Yyeessssssss!" In her hand she pulled off a half dozen faux cartilage piercings all at once and then reached up, plucking off the one in his nose. In seconds she had stripped him of the rest and then rapidly pulled off his rings. She dropped everything on the hallway table then next came his bracelets and then quickly he was jewelry free. Down she knelt, talking off his ankle boots as it felt like a million dollars just to be taken from the little heels. He watched as she unlaced her boots, kicking them away and then he could barely contain his saliva, watching her hips shake off her shorts. In nothing but a black thong, she unclipped the back of his halter top and then began pulling it down. It felt like a million dollars as it slid from his hips and then she stopped, stepping back as he kicked it from his ankles. "So I'm going to change and you should be able to handle the rest," said Sherri, pulling his gaff's strap from above his hips and from inside his buttocks. "Oh please don't be long," moaned Ted, feeling a huge relief as his member dropped down free. "So I should leave all this other stuff on?" "Well I didn't expect you'd have the sexy figure you do now, and so if you decide to slip this on I'm thinking it would be incredible on you," said Sherri, ever so softly handing him a little bag. "But you're already stunning babe, and my turn to please you, so wearing this is completely up to you. Surprise me, because I'll be surprising you girl." When she left the room, he could barely contain himself as he pulled out the contents of the bag and dropped the pale pink satin baby doll style nightie over his head. It took a second to tug the snug garment down as it hugged his cinched waistline and faux boobs before finally flaring at his hips. Really it was as simple as pulling down a tight t-shirt, as it's short length barely covered his ass ,yet the little ruffle of its skirt partially masked his excitement. He stepped into the matching pink open toe fuzzy slippers that had a little inch and a half kitten heel and just that fast his heart was pounding as he awaited her return from his bathroom. Five minutes felt like an hour until finally the door opened and someone stepped out looking nothing like he could have imagined. She was from the pages of Penthouse, posing in a completely see through form fitting black sheer negligee. She stared at him, smiling as she stood in the door way, biting her lip, pleased with his image. She walked around him, sizing him up as her hands softly grazed over him through the soft fabric as he stood mesmerized. "Sssshhhh," said Sherri, softly putting her finger to her lips then taking his hand. "You look beautiful, and I'll do the talking, gorgeous." Not another word was spoken as she led him into his bedroom and into his bed. She controlled the pace, kissing and mounting him as she had him orgasming more than he'd ever had in his life as they made love all night, enjoying each other. When finally he awoke in the morning, it was actually early afternoon and he was alone. He looked over at his nightstand, seeing his phone blinking with a series of texts from her as he happily replied, as she was asking if he wanted to have dinner when she got off work. He of course replied yes, and it was already past noon on a lazy Sunday as he headed into family room snacking on some fruit and a little cereal when her excited reply came back with instructions. He was to take a shower and she'd made an appointment for him with Molly at 3pm. She'd send an outfit and meet him there to head for dinner after she'd done his face and helped get him ready. It was really no surprise as he snickered at the thought, realizing it would take some effort to get off his corset and he'd eventually need her help to get off his nails before work on Monday. He struggled getting off the laces but it was like a breath of fresh air when he did, and he headed into the shower. When he exited brushing his wet hair from his face and throwing on a t-shirt and jeans, he paused, staring at himself as the platinum blonde with some traces of eyeliner and pink hue that wouldn't seem to fully wipe from his lips. A baseball cap and some sun glasses would serve as minor camouflage as he opened his door to leave, stunned by the big vase of flowers that sat just outside. He was used to being the giver of the bouquet ,not the receiver, but took it in stride with a giggle bringing them in. With the vase now centering his kitchen table, he drove to see Molly and happily she took him right in. As soon as he got to her station, she closed her curtain and then helped him off with everything and on with a soft white robe. A nice facial scrubbing was followed by the repainting of his nails and flawless makeup job, which all felt so relaxing for a lazy Sunday afternoon. After an hour of sheer pampering, she closed her curtain, helped change him and then handed him the smallest of panties. For the first time, he'd need to tuck himself away as it took him a few tries while she turned her back, patiently waiting. When finally his sacks were pressed up inside him and the elastic held him back, he turned and then she slid his arms inside his bra. One quick step into his panties after she buckled at his chest and slid in the silicon falsies and he was a woman once again, standing in peach colored underwear, about to be dressed. White capri pants would slip on easily, even with stretch fit and oddly zip on one side. Over his head she carefully guided a baby blue shoulder less top that streamed, showing no cleavage and exposing his collar bone. A single two inch thick ruffle from his right shoulder to the left gave it a soft feminine appearance, as the sleeveless blousey top brought out the blue in his eyes. A small diamond heart pendant was added, looking delicate from a short gold chain just above the ruffle and gold charm bracelet now graced his right wrist. With his nails now redone in a watermelon color and his toes repainted a bit brighter in more of a ginger, she'd expanded his color pallet as she asked him to sit back down. She leaned down, looping the baby blue laces of his open cream colored Espadrille wedges, crisscrossing them around his ankles twice before tying them on. When the second shoe was knotted, she wrapped her cape atop his chic outfit and then began sectioning his hair. In went her ? inch curling iron, feverishly spinning atop his head as she wound and unwound the barrel. There really wasn't that much hair to curl with the sides and back being buzzed as she worked curling everything towards his forehead from in front. Four sections of three thick curls in each, took maybe only five minutes to do as she pecked at them with her fingers and sprayed the crap out of them. When finally the fumes cleared, he cringed as she snapped a few small earrings to his cartilage and held a sneeze as the metallic back of a nose stud was inserted inside his left nostril quick connecting the front and inside magnetically. Finally though it was over as she sprayed his face, setting his makeup and then when she pulled off his cape, Diana was ready for her dinner. Big lashes and thin liner framed a softer peach and pink shadows and cheeks, yet apricot full lips still popped off his face. Even a softer matte finish wouldn't make them any less appetizing as he stood from her chair, checking out his image. He looked the part of a young, stylish mom who had gone short and sassy after child birth or the PTA woman of the year, dressed casual chic for drinks with the girls. Of course he was far from either, instead the product of Sherri's desires and his yearning for her, as he slid some wild curls from his line of sight and Molly handed him his purse. When she opened the curtain, he expected to see Sherri, except she was nowhere in sight and there had been no new texts. He went out to sit in his car and panicked not seeing it until thankfully his phone dinged as she had stopped, unbeknownst to him while Molly was working on him and taken the keys. Back inside she instructed him to go as he sat paging through some magazines in the waiting area for a good ten minutes, until finally she texted him to come out. He walked outside, seeing his car coming down the block and then squinted, seeing a head in the passenger seat she approached and he realized she wasn't alone. "Oh gawwwddddd no!" gulped Ted, now realizing it was not one but two other people in the car. He'd be the passenger once again in his own vehicle, except now in the back, as his heart dropped at seeing her with two guys in his car.