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The Fuse Is Lit. By Trish. Hi, I'm Maddy and I'd been engaged to my boyfriend Philip for about nine months when the fuse that completely changed our relationship was lit. It began when I talked Phil into dressing as a mistress and maid for a bonfire night fancy dress party at a local club. At first Phil was not into the idea, but I made it worth his while to agree, and I was really surprised to find out that feminising him was one of the most erotic things I had ever done. Hell by the time I had finished doing his hair (which he had always worn long) and makeup, got him dressed in some sexy lingerie and a short skirted maid's uniform which showed his stocking tops, and a pair of black high heel shoes, I was dripping with excitement. I've got to say he looked amazingly convincing when I was done with him, and although he denied it at first I felt sure he was getting a kick out of how he looked. I sure a hell hoped he was because the finished article sent my arousal through the ceiling to the point that I had to take a shower and manually relieve my inner tension before I got ready! The clothes and everything had other side effects because once he was dressed as a female it changed his demeanour completely. It seemed to make him more submissive towards me, equally seeing him looking so feminine made me feel more confident and forward. It was amazing, all night he fetched my drinks and seemed perfectly happy to wait on me hand and foot. He was so deliciously submissive and as I was dressed as a dominatrix I really played up to the role, calling him "Pamela" and the more I did the more Phil loved it. I guess we had been at the party for about an hour when a really buff looking guy wearing a Zorro costume asked me to dance. Phil even in his own clothes had never been one for dancing, so I said yes. Zorro was a good dancer and he flirted like mad with me. Now I'll admit that my uninhibited response to his flirting and 'dirty dancing' at that party probably had as much to do with alcohol as it did from being already very turned on from dressing Phil up earlier. Knowing that Phil was there dressed very sexily as my maid watching us actually made me flirt back at him even more and I ended up spending most of the night dancing with Zorro. Since Phil seemed to be getting turned on watching me flirting, and I was delighted by how willingly he fetched and served us fresh drinks between dances. My uninhibited dancing and responses to his innuendo probably led Zorro to expect more than I was comfortable with, because at the end of the night he asked, "Would you like to come home with me Maddy?" "I can't," I told him, "I'm here with my boyfriend." "Boyfriend? Where is he?" Zorro exclaimed looking suddenly worried. "He's Pamela the maid who's been serving our drinks all night," I told him as I pointed out Phil sat by the bar holding my handbag. Zorro gave me a grin and said, "Well how about I take you both home and we have a three-way party?" He chuckled lustfully gazing at Phil. "Trannies always give the best blow jobs!" He was so blunt about it, and I'll admit his comment about Phil being a tranny took me aback but I'd be lying if I denied that the idea of threesome with my crossdressed boyfriend and Zorro did not turn me on. However common sense eventually prevailed and I said regretfully, "I'm afraid I can't, it's 'her' first time out." "Pity!" he mused and produced a business card and slipped it into my cleavage adding, "Call me if you change your mind." I did not tell Phil what Zorro said, even so it was on my mind and it resulted in me basically raping him in the nicest possible way when we got home. I had never been so turned on in my life and being honest I don't think Phil had either because the sex that followed the party was mind- blowing. We went at it like rabbits and he must have given me at least half a dozen increasingly powerful orgasms with his mouth before I finally let him have his rewards. Lay there in the post-coital aftermath I giggled. "I think someone likes being my little lesbian tranny." Phil blushed brightly and stammered that he did. "Great, because I want a repeat performance," I chortled, with my mind full of images of my feminised boyfriend blowing Zorro! All night my dreams were full of strange ideas and erotic images and ignoring my hang over next morning I went shopping. After Phil's response to wearing my old maid's outfit, I decided to treat him to some properly fitting clothes. Although we are both around the same height, I'm five six and Phil is just under five eight, and we both take size seven shoes, he not as full-figured as me being a typically skinny computer nerd. Although my things could fit him, being a curvy girl with big breasts and a nice round arse I am somewhat bigger than he is in the torso. Getting home from work before Phil the following Monday afternoon I laid the first of the outfits I got for him on the bed, and said when he came home from work, "I've put you something sexy out on the bed, call me when you are dressed and I'll do your hair and makeup." Although he tried to hide it I saw his face light up and I knew then that he wanted to dress up as much as I wanted him to. Over the next few weeks I put an outfit out for him every day. I expected him to eventually bore with this but he didn't and by late November he was keeping his body as smooth and hairless as mine. I know I should have seen where things were going, but what's a girl to do when she discoverers that the person she loves likes to crossdress as much as she likes him crossdressed. There were other benefits, as I mentioned when he was dressed he became really submissive towards me, and incredibly willing to put his pleasure secondary to mine. Because of Phil's job it was not unusual that for him to work from home and when he mentioned that he'd be home working the following week, I could not resist the temptation and on the Friday after work I popped into M&S and got him a very sexy business suit and blouse to wear when he was working in his home office. As I said there was nothing unusual in Phil working from home. Being a systems programmer he could work anywhere he had access to a fast secure internet connection and he found that when he was working on a knotty problem he preferred the peace and quiet of our home office to the bustle of work. The first morning he was home working I made sure he looked really 'sexitarial' before I left for work. Calling as I left, "If you get time can you run the hoover round and put something on for tea?" "Sure Maddy," he said giggling with delight at as he examined his skirt suited feminised reflection in the kitchen mirror. All day the idea of him working in his skirt suit had me excited and I was planning on jumping him as soon as I got home. In my excitement about how pretty he looked I had pretty much forgotten my leaving comment but Phil hadn't because I got home and found to my delight that he had finished working early enough to clean the house, and was in the process of preparing dinner for us. "Yes," I said to myself as he knelt between my legs treating me to a fantastic pre dinner pussy licking, "I could really get to like this!" As a student I had experimented with other girls, and knew I had something of a bisexual side to my nature. Although aesthetically and socially I preferred women they never really satisfied me sexually as being honest when it comes to sex I like it to end with a real warm cock making me scream. Phil's feminised form was satisfying that bisexual side of me and more because for all he looked smelt and acted deliciously feminine he was at least for now still able to provide the cock I craved. Although I did not realise it was happening at the time, the more I dressed Phil up the more it was changing the way I was viewing him and our relationship. Don't get me wrong the sex was a quantum leap better than anything we had before I started dressing him, but as the weeks passed I started to find that I was no longer really seeing him as a 'real' man and instead I was starting to relate to him as less of a boyfriend and more of a trans-lesbian girlfriend. The other thing that really surprised me was the harder I pushed him towards femininity, the more he seemed to enjoyed it. I guess it was bound to happen eventually but as Christmas approached I realised just how much my view of Phil had changed and I got cold feet. First all there was an incident in after we had spent an evening making love. As we cuddled I was playfully teasing his false breasts and commented that it was a pity they weren't real so he could feel the sensations I got when he teased my breasts after sex. "I love a pair of my own so I could," Phil told me in a sheepishly embarrassed tone. I giggled and joked teasingly, "Be careful what you wish for because I might start you on hormones so you do!" My teased comment got him up for a very unusual third time, and as I dozed on the edge of sleep the potential future consequences of my pushing him to feminise scared the crap out of me. That was the tipping point but there were numerous other incidents in the same vein, which culminated in me starting to really worry that I was putting this strange need I had to feminise him before his desires. Yes I know I was seeing a problem that was not there but instead of realising that my boyfriend was having the time of his life after I had opened his eyes to the fact that he was a crossdresser, I got cold feet. The other thing that scared me was when I finally admitted it to myself that one of the primary reasons why I was so driven in my desire to feminise Phil was to have an excuse to fuck a hairy macho guy like Zorro from the party. This revelation scared me so much that the following week that even though he was working from home I did not put anything out for him to wear before I went to work. Phil lasted until the Thursday, before I came home to find he had chosen to dress in his skirt suit for himself and much to my surprise had even done a pretty good job of his hair and make up. Deciding to play it cool even though I wanted to fuck him over the kitchen table I said, "You look nice and I love your makeup honey," and went to get changed as he said. "Thank YouTube," he giggled laying the table. "I followed a hair and makeup for crossdressers tutorial." YouTube! Why hadn't I thought of that, there was bound to be loads of stuff on there somewhere about the weird lifestyle I was starting to envisage for us. The mad ideas that were flying round my mind were both exciting and more than a little embarrassing and I did not know how to broach the subject to Phil. In the end it all came out half way through dinner when I asked looking at him closely, "So what brought this about?" I nodded at his feminised look. "I thought I'd surprise you." He blushed a little and admitted, "Also I was missing having you dictate what you wanted me to dress in." I could tell he was really uncomfortable but I needed to hear him tell me he wanted to be my tranny lesbian fianc?e. "I've really got to like dressing as a woman Mads, and when you did not put anything out for me I was worried that you had lost interest and I?" His cheeks reddened. "Could not think of another way to start this conversation." He was almost squirming under my steady gaze and I think he must have been thinking I was angry about finding him dressed because he hurriedly said, "I can change... If you want?" "Don't!" I said making him jump as I spoke more sharply than I intended. "I like it as well Pam, but I was scared that I was pushing you to hard into something you did not like." "I like it Mads, more than I ever thought. Until bonfire night it had never once crossed my mind that dressing like a girl would feel so good, or make me feel how it makes me feel." "And how does it make you feel?" I asked watching him carefully. "Relaxed, and comfortable with myself... Is that so bad?" "Not at all babe, because I like seeing you dressed like that," I said with a smile. "And adore how much it has improved our bedroom life." I could see the relief in his eyes and suddenly decided that now was the time to have everything in the open, I added, "But if you carry on like you are then it will eventually lead to changes between us." "In what way?" Phil said looking puzzled. "Don't get me wrong, I love you to bits sweetheart and the sex between us since I started you dressing is amazing, but if you carry on becoming more feminine then I'm going to lose the man in my life. There are times when making love to you is already like having a woman in bed." I giggled lightly. "Which I really love, but you know me, I like man. I still love you to bits babe, and I love just how much you've embraced your feminine side and if you want to become even more feminine I'm behind you all the way." I looked at him enjoying what I saw. "But like I said if we do, it will mean our relationship will have to change because sometimes a girl just wants a mindless fuck off a man who just wants to get his rocks off." "Oh!" He blushed again. "I've already noticed that since you started dressing as a woman you're no longer a man like that, at one time if you were feeling horny after work I come home you'd have no qualms about fucking me like a monster. Today you're more likely to drop to you knees and give my pussy some loving. It's only been what five or six weeks and you're already more like Pamela than Philip. Where will you be in six or twelve months?" "I don't know," he admitted, "but I can't give this up?" He waved a pink tipped finger over his feminised form. "I don't want you to because you've become so lovingly considerate, unselfish and submissive to my pleasure, and I adore that about you, but sometimes I need something more visceral." I chuckled lustfully. "You know as well as I do that there are times when I just want to be treated like a slut and thrown on the bed and fucked stupid by a hairy macho man, can you see this blooming Pamela side of you doing that to me?" Phil shook his head and said with a blush. "Well if that's what you want..." His blush got even brighter as he said, " You know at the fancy dress party on Bonfire Night?" I nodded. "Well I got really turned on watching you dancing and flirting with Zorro." "He offered to take us both home for a threesome," I giggled. "Would you have liked that?" "I... Umm... Don't know," Phil admitted. "But at the party the idea of you with him did make me thank the gods that the body shaping girdle thing you got me to wear was so tight, if it hadn't my cock would have stood up under that short skirt." "It would?" I gasped amazed. Phil's blush-blanched as he nodded and said in a shamefaced tone, "Yeah, and if you had wanted us to do that then, I was that turned on I'd probably have said yes." He blushed red again before adding almost babbling. "Look Maddy I love you and if you're only looking for the kind of mindless sex you tell me I won't be able to give you any more, then I don't mind if you go out get fucked like that once in a while." We had a very long and honest conversation that lasted from dinner until we went to bed, and it was clear that he meant what he said about being willing to let me make alternative arrangement when I needed a real man. "How on earth did I get so lucky to find you my love?" I exclaimed as we calmed down after we had gone to bed and spent a good hour working off our at times steamy discussion. One of things I really loved about Phil was he was the first man I ever met who loved cleaning me up orally after we had made love and he said with an embarrassed smile as he appeared from under the covers. "I ask myself that every day." "Well let's sleep on it and talk about it some more tomorrow." I gave him a kiss and added, "But if we are going to do this then we're not doing it half cocked. If you want to be feminine at home I'll do everything to become the best girl you can be but only on the understanding that I have needs that will have to be filled." I gave him another kiss. "Also if you start living outside work as Pamela we need to consider what it might lead to?" I guessed how he felt long before I brought the subject up because he met me wearing the maid's outfit, and spent the evening waiting on me hand and foot. It was not until after we had eaten the dinner, he cooked served and cleared up that I said, "So can I take it as read that I'm going to be living with Pamela from now on?" He blushed. "Probably, I understand you have needs, that might not be compatible with this?" He waved at his reflection. "Only in one minor respect honey," I said with a naughty giggle. "And if you don't object to me satisfying that need when I need it then I can't see anything important changing between us." Later after another amazing time in the bedroom I said, "Are you sure about me satisfying my needs elsewhere? I'll be cuckolding you with a real man babe and it will change everything. There will be times after I've had real manly cock that I'll come home smelling of sex, and given how much I love having you go down on me after we've fucked, I'll probably be burning to have your talented tongue cleaning the cream pie in my freshly fucked snatch, would you really let me do that to you?" I blushed adding, "I'd be using you..." "I know," Phil admitted, "but I love the way you have taken change of our relationship and I really adore having you use me sexually." He looked at me with an embarrassed smile. "I've never been very confident or outgoing, you know that, so having you dictating what I wear and the kind of sex you like has been wonderful." "So you like me dictating do you?" "Yes." He blushed. "Good because I'm finding I like it too," I giggled. "And I really like turning you into my girl." "I don't want you to stop that," he admitted. "I know Pamela babe," I giggled. "And I really want to see how girly I can make you." "Do please," he said in an almost begging tone. "I don't know why or how, but until you started pushing me to dress and look like a girl I've never felt quite comfortable in my skin." "And you feel more comfortable as a girl?" Phil nodded. "It's like you opened a door in my mind and since this started, I've watched on YouTube more than a few transgender transition films. It's scary how much of what the girls going through transition have said about their discomfort with their lives prior to starting the process chimes with how I've felt for most of my life." He blushed brightly and admitted, "I think I might be really transgendered like them Mads." This was a revelation. I'd always known Phil had a rather feminine mindset but I put it down to him being quite shy and withdrawn. Hell it was that feminine side of him that in no small part attracted me when we met at university. Although I like a good fucking off an unreconstructed male, I could never live with one, and Phil was good in bed but also the anthesis of that sort of man. So long as he or she did not mind me getting the kind of no strings attached fucking I need every so often the concept of spending my life with Phil feminised into Pamela was very appealing. "Well if that's the way things are going honey, I'm perfectly happy to live my life with a transwoman partner, but if you do start to transition them I'm definitely going to need cock in my life. I don't know much about transitioning but I do know that part of the treatment involves blocking the hormones that make your cock go fat and hard." "I know," he said. "And I know you have sexual needs that I'll not be able to satisfy if I do go the same way as the girls I've seen on the internet." "Good, because I'm serious. I'm more than willing to make sure you become the best girl you can be, but I'm not going to do it half heartedly. I've joked in the past about putting you on hormones but if you do start living as my female future 'wife' and I start you on hormones then you're going to be willing to let me satisfy my needs, and for my peace of mind before I can do that I need to know you're either in all the way." "I understand that Mads," Phil said taking my hand. "I was thinking we could test things by spending a couple months of experimenting with an open relationship. I'll live as Pamela full-time outside work, and so long as I am doing that you'll know for sure that I don't mind you satisfying yourself elsewhere when you need a 'real' man." "You sure about that, because I'll still want us to do all the things we've normally done." "Yes," he said lovingly squeezing my hand. "I've never been surer." After that I really stepped up my feminisation of Phil who very quickly got used to me using female pronouns towards him and calling him, Pam or Pamela. I spent ages on YouTube, and the internet where I discovered that the kind of cuckolded relationship I dreamed of was not as uncommon as I thought, and for all we were not married women like me were called 'hot- wives.' There was one YouTube channel where the couple involved started and progressed in a way that very closely paralleled how we started on this path, and the 'hot-wife' gave me all kind of ideas I could use in our relationship. One of the first ideas I took was to introduce a strap on into our bedroom play. She also brought up the concept of a chastity cage for my feminised partner, but more about that later. I guess deep down the idea Zorro had put into my head on bonfire night had taken hold and I really wanted to experience a threesome with a real man and the trans-lesbian love of my life. However before that could happen I had to train my 'girlie boy' for cock. "If I'm going to have a real man in the future, and you do go on the program then you might find after a the hormones have started to work that you want to experience one as well Pam," I teased showing him the strap on. "Which means you need to learn how take care of a cock..." Training my boyfriend to take cock was a lot of fun, and I really got off on turning my girlie-boy lover in to a cock hungry slut like me. As with everything else I had introduced into the bedroom since the start of November, 'Pam' really took to my 'cock', and before long we were both discovering the joys of me fucking him with my big strap-on! Since 'Pam' was off work for ten days over Christmas I treated us both to the works at a trans friendly beauticians, where I got his ears double pierced along with his hair, makeup and nails done professionally. I know I should not have laughed but watching him trying to do up his blouse with his longer acrylic nails was really amusing. "You'll get used to them babe," I chuckled, "just like I did." Phil looked amazing when we left the beauticians and I suggested that we went for a drink in a local LGBT friendly bar we had been to with friends. There were two reasons for this, the first was I wanted him to get him used to being in public as Pam, and the second was to reinforce that we would do everything we used to do even though he was now living his life in a feminine role outside of work. I'm sure he must have been terrified as we strolled through the Christmas crowds, but I don't think he was 'read' as many times as he thought he was. "God that was scary," Phil said when we were safely in the bar. "Why?" I said. "We only walked to a bar, and we've done that hundreds of times before?" "Being Pam," he squeaked, "in public." "Well get used to it honey," I said bluntly. "You chose to try this remember, and I told you we're not going to change how we live Pam just because you're turning into my girlfriend." "Oh?" "You might as well as accept that if and when I do decide that you should go hormonal Pam, then you will go hormonal. Over time taking them will cause changes in you that will become apparent and you won't be able to hide them. You'll grow breasts and your body will change and it will alter every facet of your life, your relationships with friends, family, and work all will change." "I know," Phil said. "But it's not like we have any close family. My parents are both dead, and your mother lives in the States with a step father you loathe. Most of our friends are LGBT or weird anyway and I work in behind a computer in an industry which is institutionally accommodating to alternative lifestyles." "You have thought about this haven't you?" I said with a smile. 'She' nodded. "Now I know it is not something you need to worry about in the short-term, but even so from what I've seen on the internet once I start you hormones they'll at first start to work slowly but when they do kick in you'll need to understand that they will potentially cause some dramatic changes in both your appearance and behaviour." 'Pam' blushed and said after a sip of 'her' wine. "I'm aware of that Mads, and to be honest I'm kind of looking forwards to you starting me on them." "Good," I chuckled. For Christmas, I did not buy anything for Phil, but spent a bomb on Pamela. The most expensive thing was an engagement ring, but I also got her a new rather slutty outfit consisting of a very sexy leather mini- skirt, a pair of high heel knee boots, and a very sexy red top. A properly fitting maid's uniform, and lot of cosmetics, earrings and costume jewellery, a nice shoulder bag, oh and a chastity cage! When Pam opened it, I giggled. "I really like the idea of having you earn you orgasms babe, and if you let me put it on you then I'll know that you really don't mind me looking elsewhere for fucking from a real cock." I gave her a kiss and added, "I want to be able to wear the key on a chain around my neck." We had a lot of fun putting it on Pam, and I felt a rush of pleasure when I snapped the lock shut. Hanging the key on a chain I said, "Fasten it on me love." Pam bought me some lovely jewellery, a bottle of my favourite perfume, and a new laptop. After we had opened everything, Pam handed me a small wrapped parcel. Inside was a small ankle bracelet with a heart charm. Engraved on one side of the heart charm was the transgender symbol and on the other were the letters HW. "Is this a hot-wife ankle chain?" I asked grinning at 'her.' "Yes," Pam nodded blushing. "If I had known that you were going to," she tapped the front of her skirt, "I'd have got the key charm as well." I held up my left han. "I need something else to wear first sweetheart." "Do you want to?" Pam asked. "Even though I'm likely to transition?" "Hell yes!" I said. "I made up my mind that I was going to marry you about six months after we got together and that has not changed babe." I giggled adding, "However instead of me becoming Madelyn Lewis, you will take my surname and become Pamela Murphy." Pam blushed and said, "I'll like that." "Good because it will be your legal name in the future darling," I told her. The club we went to on bonfire night was throwing a New Years Eve party which we had tickets for. I made sure we both looked hot as hell, and we went out to celebrate. Pam was wearing her new slutty outfit, and I was dressed to match. Although we had not tied the knot yet because I wanted to wear my hot-wife anklet I was wearing a wedding ring, and so was Pam, only she was wearing hers with her engagement ring. When I bought the tickets I guess in my mind was a hope that we might bump into Zorro again, and we had not even ordered our first drink when he appeared grinning from ear to ear. I glanced at Pam and she gave me a sheepish nod, so I knew I had permission. "Good evening ladies," Zorro said. "I was hoping to see you again Maddy." He gave me a kiss on the cheek and then turned to Pam saying, "And you look absolutely stunning Pamela." I thought she was going to faint when he kissed her as well. "Can I off you ladies a glass of bubbly?" "We love one," I said. We had a wonderful night and Zorro who was actually called Mark, made sure that Pam was not left out as he gave her a few laps around the dance floor. However in the main 'Pam' basically served us drinks all night and it was while 'she' was fetching and carrying for us that he commented. "I do like a woman with an ankle bracelet." I giggled. "I like the symbolism of it." "Do you now," he grinned, "does that mean you're available?" "For a no strings fuck later?" I teased running my manicured nails down his muscular chest. "Yes." "And Pam?" "Understands I have needs she can no longer satisfy," I chuckled lustfully and tapped the key hanging round my neck. Mark grinned from ear to ear. "Does she now, and am I right in assuming that key locks something Pam no longer requires?" "Yes." "Excellent," he said pulling me into his arms for a long snog. Pam had obviously seen our snog because 'she' gave me a sheepish smile when she served our drinks, and said. "Will Mr Mark be joining you tonight Maddy?" "He will," I told her. Confident now, Mark sat me on his knee, and said as I wriggled my arse on his swelling groin. "It's a pity your not in your pretty uniform this evening Pam, because you make a such a wonderful sissy-maid." It was the first time Pam had been called that and I adored her blush of surprise as I said with a giggle in my tone, "She'll wear be wearing her new one when we get home, won't you darling?" "Certainly Maddy." It was about half twelve when Mark said. "How about I take you two ladies home and carry this on somewhere more private before things get indiscreet?" He chuckled and added, "I've always wanted to threesome with a mistress and her sissy-maid!" "Not tonight stud," I chortled discretely running my hand lightly over the front of his pants. "This is all for me." I blew Pam a kiss as I added, "Well other than clean up duties." The feel of his tightening pants under my finger tips was thrilling. I could tell Pam was a little apprehensive, but I was driven by a lust filled desire for a hard fucking and perhaps selfishly ignored her concerns. Oddly my selfish desire actually helped because, I was so unsubtle about it, and Pam later told me that she got off on that. Within minutes of getting back to our house I had dragged Mark to our bedroom, and it was marvellous. There was no loving subtlety about it, he was just rucked up my skirt and gave me a good hard shagging. By the time Pam appeared wearing her maids uniform carrying our drinks my legs were spread and I was screaming with pleasure as Mark's arse was pumping between my thighs. Pam tasted her first cock and her first real cream pie that night, and she fucking loved both! "I'm a very lucky girl!" I told myself as she cleaned up Marks parting gift the next morning. The End. Trish 2019.