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"Mitchell is that you? Oh my God, you look so different! You're so slender. How did you lose so much weight? I swear you look amazing." I cringed when I heard her voice. It was worse when I turned to face her. I hadn't seen Tina since our divorce, nearly two years ago. I had been in pain most of the time since the big event, but had finally gotten to where I was okay with what happened. I mean, I still felt like I had been knifed in the back, but I had worked hard to put it all behind me. I knew she still lived here, but I had not run into her before now, thankfully. Tina still looked good, great actually. Long black hair, lots of curls and waves, but she'd dyed the lower half a brassy blonde so she had the latest style. Perfect makeup, highlighting her big brown eyes and full lips, with perfect, brilliant white teeth, matching nail polish, so she looked perfectly finished. She was in a tight one-piece, black leather- look, jumpsuit that was molded to her body, showing off her big bust, small waist, and wide hips. Heels of course, she loved to wear them. Finally, draped over her neck, wrists, and fingers, were the jewelry. Necklace, bracelets, and rings, gold and gaudy big diamonds. It was a clear advertisement of her new wealth. I mean when I saw her, it instantly reminded me of why I found her so attractive but also why I had to admit she was out of my league. It was no secret. All of our friends, both mine as well as hers, were stunned when we got married. I just wasn't the kind of guy everyone pictured marrying her. Of course, that turned out to be a great prediction, as our marriage failed after five years. She just told me one day, she needed more and was moving on. I was crushed, almost literally, falling to my knees and sobbing. I begged her for another chance, to let me try to be a better husband. But Tina dismissed me, then and there. I was just not good enough, not man enough and it was over. Don't bother arguing, her mind was made up. The legal part was easy, the mental aftermath was not. Tina did not squeeze me for money or possessions, but took my heart and soul. My life turned into a long, drawn out period of depression with me mopping around, bursting suddenly into tears, or just glumly sitting around the house. Luckily I avoided turning to drink or drugs. I had finally dug myself out of that emotional crater, mostly by focusing on my work. I had even been fairly successful, developing several new apps for phones that provided a decent living. Of course, that was somewhat of a double-edged sword, as I worked alone, at home, so I had little to no social interactions. When I was depressed that was fine, but now that I had recovered, it made life a bit too isolated. Still I had no desire to see her. But she came right up to me, actually hugged me and stood so close I could smell her perfume, intoxicatingly decadent. She was eyeing me, looking for an explanation for my shocking change. Then her expression changed, to one of worry and concern. "Gosh, you are all right, aren't you? The weight loss isn't some kind of symptom of a bad medical issue is it, Mitchell?" The fact that she was worried that something might actually be wrong with me, felt good, for some reason. Even though she had dumped me, knowing she still cared in some fashion was positive. "No, no I'm good. I just lost a lot of weight. You know trying to get my life changed around. I mean it started slowly, not intentional at all. But then as I went along, I sort of embraced it. I put more effort in it and used reshaping myself as a time filler sort of. I had lots of free time, you know, after our divorce." "Well you certainly succeeded. I had to look twice to be sure it was really you. Even your face is different. I never knew you had such pretty cheekbones. How much did you lose anyway? How'd you do it?" Tina's interest in me was nice, something I hadn't felt in a long time and missed. I smiled and was proud of what I'd accomplished. Normally, I wouldn't tell anyone about this, but for her, it seemed right. "I lost about 60 pounds. When we were married I weighed around 175, which honestly, for my 5'6" frame was too much. My doctor had told me my BMI was too high. So when I started losing weight at first, it was very positive. I kind of got depressed, you know, when our marriage ended. So it was easy not to eat, I had no real appetite and felt kind of lost. When I got things turned around emotionally, I felt good about my start, so I focused on it. You know, watching what I ate and exercising. I was never into weight lifting, so I concentrated on just getting more flexible and toned. I ran a lot, swam laps, did yoga and aerobic dancing, and used very light weights to help shape myself without developing big muscles. I never intended to lose this much weight but once I got going, it was hard to stop. Finally, I seemed to settle in, reached a plateau weight, so I've kept it at that. A nice 115, which is at the bottom of the BMI range, but still healthy." "Well you look wonderful, amazing even. I bet you had to make a lot of adjustments to your new size." "It did take some getting used to and of course I had to buy a whole new wardrobe. Nothing I owned fit anymore." "I bet. So I imagine you have a whole new 'secret' wardrobe too?" Tina winked when she said the last part. I suddenly blushed. I had almost forgotten about that. When we married, I confessed to Tina that I like to cross-dress. It was something I fell into when I was young. Probably a connection to my mom, as she was gone working a lot and dad had left us. So Tina helped me acquire a few things, lingerie, dresses, and heels. At first she seemed okay with it, but I soon learned it was not something for her. So I hid my dressing, doing it only when I was alone. She fell into calling it my 'secret life'. I felt guilty about it, but couldn't stop. Until she left me. "No, no, I don't have that anymore. I stopped that after the divorce. I've just moved on." "Really? What a surprise. I had never imagined you could go without that. It seemed like an essential part of you. Must be tempting though, you would look scrumptious with your new slim figure. Well anyway, you look amazing. Good for you. I'm glad I ran into you. I've been meaning to track you down. When we separated, I left a few things behind that I meant to get, you know, eventually. There was a box of knick-knacks, childhood items I had kept. It was left in the attic. Do you know what I mean? Do you still have them?" "Yes, I know what you're talking about. There were two boxes, I think. You mentioned them the last time I saw you, in court. I did keep them after I sold the house. I'd be glad to give them to you. I can mail them if you want." "Oh no, I'll just come over and pick them up, I don't want to be a bother. Could I come over on Wednesday night, say at 7? Where do you live now?" I told her my new location, an apartment complex several miles from our old house. She seemed pleased to be able to get her things and we left, going on about our business. Seeing her wasn't as I bad as I had feared. In fact, I felt good since she seemed so impressed with how I had reshaped my body and gotten so much better looking. When I got home, I dug though my storage and found the two boxes. Seeing them, was sort of a concrete image that I was completing my separation from her, a physical sign of closure. I knew she had moved on, gotten married again. This time to a rich, well connected man, someone who was more fitting for her. Someone who could provide her the expensive clothes and jewelry her beautiful body deserved. So this was the final step and I could move on with my life. I don't know why, but I had been nervous about Tina coming to pick up her things at my apartment. I had cleaned it thoroughly, twice. Arranged everything just right, even bought her favorite liquor, just in case she wanted a drink. I took a shower, shaved, and put on a nice pair of slacks and dress shirt. Somehow it felt like a date, even though I knew it wasn't. I was pretty sure, she get her stuff, say a few things and be gone in a couple of minutes. I knew her new husband offered way more than I could. Still I had to be sure I was ready. Her knock on my door, made my pulse race. I opened the door and saw her. She was wearing a nice flared dress, heels, and carrying a large purse. She was accessorized with lots of expensive jewelry and her hair, nails and makeup were perfect. It quickly brought back memories of how exquisitely pretty she could be. "Hello Tina, come on in. Prompt as always, I see. I have your stuff here. I even put everything in a nice plastic storage bin instead of those old cardboard boxes. Do you want me to take it to the car for you?" Tina was smiling and just walked in past me, looking around. Then she chuckled a little and looked back at me. "Oh I'm sure I can handle the box. I mean my arms looked bigger than yours now anyway. Besides, I'm in no rush. What a sweet little place. I can tell you've not lost your touch for cleaning or decorating. It looks so neat, orderly, and totally homey in a nice way. How long you been here?" I just ignored her comment about my arms. I mean even if it was true, it didn't mean I wasn't as strong as she was. I told her I'd moved here about 15 months ago, as soon as our old house sold. That was one way, Tina had been fair with me. She'd let me keep all the equity in our house, even though we both contributed to paying the mortgage. She went to the box and took a quick look. "I think you've got everything I remembered being there. Thanks for keeping track of it for me. I don't know why, but I was always sentimental about these things, you know? But I do have a surprise for you. I thought of it as soon as I saw how much weight you lost. Let me see if you recognize it." Tina went to her purse and brought something out. It was wrapped in soft pink tissue paper, but appeared to be some kind of garment. I took it from her and hesitantly unwrapped it. As soon as I saw it, I recognized it. The recognition created a sinking feeling in me, as it reminded me of our lost life together. It was a satin and lace teddy. White with blue ribbons woven in the lace, high-cut legs, triangle bra cups, and spaghetti straps. I had bought it for her to wear under her wedding dress. That night, our wedding night, she looked absolutely gorgeous in it. I held it up by the straps, looking at the intricate lace, ribbon, and sheer fabric. It had been very expensive, a designer lingerie brand, that I had saved the money to buy. "Remember it? I had starved myself for months, trying to be as thin as possible in my wedding dress. You surprised me with this and it was perfect for what I needed. It was both the 'something new and something blue', I needed for my outfit. Plus I'm sure you remember that night, right? Of course, I quickly gained too much weight to wear it anymore, once I returned to normal eating. But still, I kept it. Lots of good memories. When I saw how thin you'd gotten, it hit me. I was sure you could wear it. Take it and try it on. I'd love to see you in it. Please?" I was trembling now. It looked so pretty, held such wonderful memories of our happy times together, and Tina was right, it would probably fit me. But it was like an alcoholic holding a vodka martini. I had given up wearing such things for months now, purged all my girl clothes, and avoided even thinking about them. Holding it now, felt like standing at the edge of a precipice, ready to fall to my death. I just couldn't. "I don't know Tina. I don't do that kind of thing anymore. I've moved on from such things. It was part of getting my life straight after our divorce. So I don't think it's a good idea. It does remind of our good times when we first married though." "Oh come on Mitchell. It's just a simple piece of clothing. I'm dying to see you in it. I think it would fit. Please try it on, for old times' sake. For us. I promise it will be okay." Tina was looking at me with those eyes, the pleading, puppy dog eyes she always used when she wanted her way. She had been an expert at getting me to do things she wanted. But that had never included something like this, wearing girl's clothes. I felt so conflicted. I wanted to please her, still, even after our divorce and time apart. But I just felt it was a mistake, a big one. I looked at the teddy again. It felt like it was burning my fingers where I was holding it. Tina reached out and stroked my cheek. A simple gesture she'd often used when pressuring me to say yes. I lost it. My courage to say no to her. Without a word, I turned to go down the short hall to my bedroom. I heard her softly say thank you. In my room, I took a moment to look at it. I knew it was a very small size. Maybe it wouldn't fit. I slipped off my shoes. With my fingers shaking, I unbuttoned my shirt, and took off my pants. I finished by removing my socks and underwear. Holding it in front of me, I stepped into it, one leg at a time. The fabric was cool to the touch and soft, so soft. As I pulled it up my legs, I got goosebumps. It felt so silky smooth, a smooth sensual feeling I had denied myself for more than a year. Working it up my legs and then around my body, I put one arm through a strap and then the other. I slightly adjusted the fit on me, as the high-cut leg openings settled on my hips. The length, size, and fit was perfect. Just tight enough to hold everything in place without straining or stretching. Tina was right, her teddy did fit me. I made a few more adjustments and then walked out to see her in the living room. I made my way down the hall, my face blushing a deep, hot red. I could see Tina react to my appearance. First a small smile, then bigger, her eyes widening as she looked me over. I couldn't help but feel helpless and humiliated. I could actually wear the lingerie my ex-wife wore on our wedding day. But she seem thrilled, moving to meet me. Without reservations she reached out to touch me, running her fingers over the silky garment and by extension me underneath. "Oh. My. God. Mitchell, you look so adorable in that. It fits perfectly. Just precious. I mean, I think it looks better on you now that it ever did on me. It was actually too small for me up top, but for you it is just the right size." As she spoke, Tina moved her hand to one of the lace bra cups, lightly feeling me in it. Then with a sly smile, as she toyed with my nipple, she put her other hand boldly between my legs, palm up, to cup my private area. "Oh you tucked too. How sweet. I knew you always put your thingy away when you dressed before and I so hoped you'd do it now. Plus I was worried that with all your weight loss, that you'd lose those cute little boy boobies you had. But they seem even bigger somehow. I guess the loss of weight elsewhere makes them standout more. I think you actually fill these bra cups. Turn around I want to see your little butt in it." Tina released her grip on me, and I turned. She immediately put a hand on each cheek, where the narrow triangle of fabric was stretched across my ass. She lightly played with it, pulling it to the side and down a bit to release the fabric that had wedged in my crack when I walked. All I could think about however was how good it felt to have her touch my cock, even if it was pulled back and soft, through the satin. I hadn't been with a woman since our divorce. First the depression and then a kind of reluctance to take a chance for fear of being rejected again. So even her light caress felt wonderful. Her comment on my breasts caused me to flush more, as I had always been so sensitive about how the gynecomastia I developed as a teen, which had never gone away when I matured, made my chest look. When I started really losing weight, I had hoped, almost prayed that my breasts would become flat. But the weight loss had actually made them look worse, as the mammary tissue remained while my chest got smaller. So they did indeed project more and as she said, filled the cups of the teddy. But she continued to play with the fabric over my butt. "It looks better back here too. My hips and ass, even starved, were too big for it too. But on you, the high-cut panty exposes just the cheeky look you want. I imagine any groom would love how it fits on your petite frame. But I'm disappointed in how you've taken care of yourself. Why haven't you shaved or removed any of this hair? Your legs, chest, even your arms would look a thousand times better if they were smooth and soft. I hoped you'd be keeping them hairless now. I know you snuck around once or twice when we were married and shaved your legs. Now that you're single, I would have thought you'd go all out." "Well, like I said, I stopped this kind of thing, so there was no reason to do that. I just wanted to be myself. If you've seen enough I'll go change now. I feel kind of silly in your teddy." "Oh don't feel bad. It's yours now anyway. There's no way it will ever fit me again, especially since Barth, my hubby, paid to get my boobs enhanced. That was one of my first gifts from him. That's one of the things I like best about him. Nothing's too good for me and he'll buy me whatever I want. A real perk of marrying a rich man. So you keep it. Turn around again, I want another look." I reluctantly turned to face her again. My cock which had started to harden when she touched it had quickly softened again when she talked about her new husband. Her focus was on my chest, then she moved over to her purse again, taking something out. I saw it was a cloth tape measure. She looked at me with a smile. "I brought this along. I have to know how small you gotten. Your look so adorable, it seems unreal. Standup straight and be still, while I measure you." Tina took the tape and put it around my body. I was in shock sort of, an accumulation of things from her visit. She quickly pulled the tape taut and looked at the numbers. First around my hips, then waist, under my bust and over it. With each measurement, her grin got bigger. When she was done, it was like she was going to burst. "I can't believe it. Did you know your waist is only 24 inches? I was never that tiny. Better yet, you have such a nice proportion now. Your hips are 34 and your chest is 32. Thirty-two! Of course you're bigger over your bust, 34 a perfect match for your hips. That means you're probably a full B cup, at least in the right bra. Have you tried wearing a padded pushup bra yet? I bet you'd look so sexy." I shook my head no at her question, not being able to talk at that moment. She looked at me again, smiling as she put her tape away and put her purse over her shoulder. Tina moved over to her box of memorabilia. "Mitchell, I hate to go, we're having so much fun, but I'm due to meet Barth for a late dinner. We just have to see each other again. I had forgotten how truly sweet and nice you were. Tell you what I'll call you and we can get together, okay? But for now open the door and I'll be on my way." Tina picked up the box, while I opened the door. I stood kind of behind it, shielding myself in case anyone was outside. I didn't want to be seen in the teddy. As she left, Tina gave me an air kiss and told me bye. I quickly shut the door and had to sit down. My legs felt like jelly. I looked down at my body in the teddy and thought about what she said. I went to my bedroom to take it off, but only after I had looked quickly at my image in the mirror. I wrapped it back in the tissue paper and put it in the back of my underwear drawer. As I did, I silently swore I'd never wear it again. Sure there was a rush of putting it on, the rush I always felt when I put on women's things. But I had moved on from that. No woman wanted a man who wore her clothes. I promised myself I would remain steadfast this time. Even so, I had to jerk off, thinking about how sexy Tina looked. I could still smell her perfume as I shot my load. As I came down from the sexual high, I thought that it was time I began to try to meet women again. Over the next couple of days, I let the episode with Tina fade. I actually felt good about it, looking back. I mean sure I felt something for her, which I should as we were married for five years and it was her decision to end it. I also felt that twinge from wearing lingerie again. But despite those urges, I had not touched or even looked at the teddy again. Nor had I thought about Tina in that way. I had even chatted up a woman at the local supermarket, something I hadn't done since my divorce. So overall I was good. Then on Friday afternoon, my phone rang. I saw it was her. I had reluctantly given Tina my cell number when she wanted to get her stuff. After our visit, I had hoped this was over. Obviously not. "Hello Tina, what's up?" "Hi Mitchell. Hope all's well. I just wanted to touch base. I know it's a bit last minute, but thought maybe we could get together this weekend. Say Saturday? I had such fun with you this week. I mean I'd forgotten how nice and sweet you are. I was hoping maybe we could do something. Barth is going to be busy all day and he agreed that I should go and have a girl's day out sort of thing. Can you make it? Please? It would mean the world to me and would be my treat." "I don't know Tina. I'm not sure that would be a good idea. I mean you're married and no one pals around with their ex-, even if he's okay with it. Maybe we should let sleeping dogs lie, sort of thing." "Oh it's totally fine with Barth. He's not jealous at all. He knows I'll be true to him. I swear we'll have fun. You were always great when we went out, you know shopping or to a movie. Get something to eat. Please, pretty please?" I hated it, but I knew how Tina was. She never took no for an answer and even if we weren't still married, she'd put all kinds of guilt on me for saying no. So, despite all my misgivings, I agreed to go. I asked what she had in mind, but she was vague just telling me to dress casual and she'd pick me up at 8 for some coffee. That surprised me a little as she'd never been a morning person, but I said okay. The next morning I got up early, showered and shaved and put on some baggy jeans and a long-sleeve tee, very casual. Tina was at my place promptly at 8, honking to let me know she was here. Her Mercedes was the latest model, white with tan leather interior, sparkling clean. I knew it had to cost a bundle. As I slid into the passenger seat, Tina was bubbly and excited, thanking me for coming out with her. Again, when I pressed her what we were planning on, she brushed it off. Looking at her, she seemed as casually dressed as I was, except you could see her clothes were very expensive and she had on heels with her white jeans. She talked the whole time we drove, prompting me for answers on what I did now for work, if I was seeing anyone, and whether I had traveled anywhere lately. She was pestering me so much, I really didn't see where we were going, as she sped along. Finally, she pulled into a parking lot in front of a sleek looking building, very modern design, with one of those logos suggesting a swirling intersection of lines and initials. But what I did see was under the logo it said 'Destination, exclusive salon'. I glanced at Tina. "What's this place? I thought we were going for coffee? This doesn't look like a coffee shop. What gives Tina?" She smiled at me in confused sort of way, like she didn't know what I meant but she really did. She acted innocently as if this was something I should have expected. "I just thought we'd start out here. I made us a couple of appointments. They do have great coffee, in my defense, so I wasn't lying. After seeing you the other night, it was clear you needed some grooming, something to take advantage of your new look. Just relax, and you'll have fun I promise. Personally, I love salon visits, as they pamper you and make you feel as great as you look. Come on." Tina grabbed her purse, a big style similar to the one she had the other day, but a different design, then got out of the car. I had a sinking feeling, and wanted to stop this before we got inside. But I got out of the car so I could talk with her. "Tina, I'm really not comfortable with this. What have you got in mind? I'm not allowing just anything to happen." "Relax Mitchell. This is just going to be some advanced skin care, a little nail work, maybe a massage, but nothing permanent or irreversible. I come here at least once a month. They're the best in town, very private, professional and very expensive. It's my treat to you, so just enjoy it okay?" Tina was obviously done talking, as she headed toward the front door. I followed her reluctantly. Inside I could tell from the reaction of the receptionist and the salon technician who joined her, that Tina must be a prized and important customer. They told her that everything was set and once we changed into robes, they'd bring us fresh coffee. She thanked them, and we followed the tech down a wide corridor. I could tell there were several rooms off of this main hall, obviously set up for individual treatments of various kinds. The woman opened a door to a small room, which looked to be setup as a changing area. There was a padded bench, lockable clothes bin, a stack of fluffy white robes, and an array of simple bamboo sandals. The woman looked at Tina, as if to see whether she or I were going to use this space. I guessed we'd each have our own, but Tina interjected. "We can use the same change room, Deidre. Mitchell and I are old friends. We'll be out in a moment." The young woman deferred to Tina and I again reluctantly, followed her inside. She turned to look at me once the door was shut. "You don't mind changing with me do you? I figured we'd done so much together it's silly to act as if we weren't intimate at one point. Just get undressed, put you clothes in a locker, and slip on one of these wonderful robes. They keep them heated in this holder and they feel marvelous." Tina was already in the process of removing her clothes. She started by untying the side knot to her top, which allowed it to swing open. She was wearing a plunge bra that showed her voluptuous bosom. But she acted as if we'd not been apart at all, nonchalantly removing her jeans, and then both her bra and thong panty. I could see she was right about getting an enhancement. She had been about a B-cup when we married, now it was clearly much bigger. What was also noticeable was that her pussy was bare, or at least had been. It was covered only with short dark stubble, but clearly had recently been totally smooth. With her standing before me in the nude, I felt totally intimidated. I looked down as I took off my shirt and jeans, stopping before I took off my boxers. By now, Tina had wrapped herself in a robe, which came to her knees and put on a pair of sandals. She looked at me with a grin. "Go on, take them off. The technicians need you in the nude so they can do all their assignments. I promise it will be fine." Reluctantly I slipped them down, put them on top of my other clothes. I was feeling very exposed, with my cock shrinking by the second. I was not big, and even though Tina knew that already, I felt awkward. She'd never made a big deal about my smaller size and we'd come to a suitable arrangement sexually, at least. I know she never complained. In fact usually complimented my sexual expertise, as she frequently told me no man she'd had ever met had given her pussy more pleasure with his tongue than I had. Even to the very end of our marriage, she found ways for me to kneel between her legs, pleasing her with my mouth. But still, having her watch me disrobe after two years was unnerving. I quickly slipped on my robe and found a pair of sandals to fit. Tina put our clothes in a locker dropping the key in her robe pocket. Then we went outside the room. Deidre, the technician was waiting for us with two cups of coffee. It was indeed a nice flavor, rich and full of body. As we sipped, she ask what we wanted to start with, as any options were available. Not knowing for sure what Tina had planned, I listened intently. She seemed to hesitate a second, glancing at me before answering. "I know we're going to get facials, nail work, and a light body massage, but I always like getting the hardest part out of the way first. That way, I can enjoy the rest of the visit. So let's stick to my normal pattern. I'll need my usual waxing, underarms, legs, and a Brazilian. Now for Mitchell, this is all new, so he'll need the works. A full body wax, including the Brazilian, and perhaps a little shaping of his brows. They're not too bad, but cleaning up some stray hairs and making the arch a bit sleeker would make all the difference in the world. Once we're done with that, then we can go facial, massage, and finish with our nails." "Sounds good, Mrs. Costas, I'll get you to the proper room. Do you want them together as well or separate?" As soon as Tina revealed her plans, my alarms went off. No way did I want to do all that. This had to stop. "Tina, I don't think so. I never agreed to any of this, and truthfully it's way too much. Why don't I just wait and join you for the facials and massage portions?" Rather than respond directly, Tina laughed and looked at Deidre. "Oh Mitchell, that is so like you. Don't worry about the cost, I told you I'd pay for your day, all of it. I know you loved the feeling of being smooth before, and that was only shaving your legs. Once you get waxed, you'll never settle for shaving. Besides, just imagine how nice that pretty wedding teddy will feel on your soft and smooth body. Deidre, separate rooms might be better for the waxing. Mitchell will likely be a bit squirmy and I don't want him embarrassed if he squeals when it first starts. I know it will be a new experience for him, and privacy might be the best option. However, after that I imagine we can share it all." "Perfect, Mrs. Costas. I'll give Mitchell to Susanna. She's our most experienced waxing tech and is the one most of our male customers prefer. Just follow me." I felt trapped. And humiliated. When Tina mentioned my shaving my legs and the teddy, I blushed, involuntarily confirming to Deidre that I had done what Tina suggested. If I had done those things, how could I refuse a better solution for hair removal? All I could think of was my previous experience. I had been dying to shave my legs, to see them hairless and wrapped in silky hose. And it was wonderful, for the first day. After that, I worried non-stop about someone noticing my hairless condition. Even though it was winter, and I never wore shorts, it somehow became a menacing vulnerability. Also, since I was now single with some desires to meet new women, being completely smooth and especially down there, would block that for sure. Not to mention the scary thought of some woman, ripping the hair off my junk. It had to be painful. But coming up with a credible counter argument to Tina's position didn't appear, so I meekly followed the technician into a small room. Within minutes, the woman who would wax me appeared, Susanna. She was friendly and calming. But my pulse was racing as I took off my robe and slid under the sheet on the padded table. Susanna softly talked while she worked and began with my forearms. The first few strips she removed stung, more than I expected, and I did indeed let out a high pitched squeal. But the process soon settled into a dull routine. The pain faded quickly from each area, as my focus shifted to the new skin being waxed. I had to admit she was good, working quickly, efficiently, and comforting. She told about waxing other men, especially extremely hairy ones with dark hair. Susanna contrasted how my blonde hair, spread sparsely across my body was much easier to deal with. Plus she assured me that with each successive treatment, the hair would become lighter, finer, take longer to grow back, and be much easier to remove. From her perspective that sounded like a good thing. While for me it was worrisome, both the idea that I would do this again, and the long-term effects on my masculine appearance. Susanna worked her way up my arms, then did my underarms, before moving to my chest and back. Luckily I wasn't very hairy. Even my legs went fairly quickly. But the moment of truth was when she prepared to do my genital area. I almost asked her not to do that, but she moved the sheet before I could speak. As she began, working the patch above my cock, I was deathly afraid that I would get erect. My reaction, however, was even worse. I got softer and smaller. My cock trying to pull itself into my body for protection. She eventually had to grab it by my cock head, so she could pull it straight enough to remove the few hairs on my shaft. This indignity was almost as bad as the pain from her removing the hair from my ball sack and cock. The most embarrassing part, was when she had me pull my knees to my chest so she could remove all the hair from the areas around my ass and between my cock, legs, and cheeks. She finally pronounced she was done, relief washed over me and when she suggested I look at my new image, I turned toward the wall mirror. The shock of seeing my body totally smooth and hairless, my cock still quite retracted was mind opening. I had convinced myself that by losing weight, toning my body, and focusing on being trim that I would appear more masculine. But now, seeing how my body really looked, with small boobs, a small cock, no body hair, and somewhat of an hourglass profile, it looked anything but like a man. I quickly put on my robe and sandals to hide that image. I had to admit the feeling of the soft, fleece robe on my smooth skin was totally unlike anything I had experienced before. Joining Tina again, I could tell she was knew what I was feeling. The next couple of treatments were a total contrast to the waxing. The facial and massage made me feel relaxed, comforted and yes, pampered. Having a woman rub scented aloe-based lotions into your whole body felt decadent. The facial seemed to remove as much tension as it did dead skin, oils, and dirt. Seeing my face with a clean, soft look to it, so soft it seemed to glow was an eye opener. My technician's comments that my skin was so soft with such small pores that it looked flawless and would look perfect with only light foundation made me realize that even these treatments were aimed more at a woman than a man. The last step, sitting beside Tina in a comfortable chair, while a petite woman worked on our feet and toenails seemed like a surreal moment. Tina chatted with me constantly, as if we were best girlfriends, suggesting we grab a quick bite and then do some shopping. I had to look at her twice, reminding myself, this was the same woman who was my ex- wife. The same who'd dumped and divorced me. Now she acted as if we'd been lifelong friends. The tranquility was broken however, once the tech inquired about polish. "Well I normally prefer something bright and colorful. But since its Mitchell first pedicure, why don't we just go with a classic red? Maybe something with just a hint of metallic and lots of shine. Do you have a color like that?" "Oh yes. How does this look?" "Perfect. We can use on our fingernails too. I want to try the new oval look, so when you shape ours, switch mine to that style." "Of course. Your nails are long enough for that shape, but his would need more length for the oval style. You okay with using some gel tips for him?" "Definitely, but again, this is all new for the dear, so only make them as long as needed. Once he has a chance to adjust to an extended nail, we can considered something much longer next time. Right Mitchell? You're fine with going slow aren't you?" By now I was in a daze. I had completely forgotten about polish, especially for my fingernails. I wanted to tell her no, that was too much, and I wouldn't allow it. But my resistance was gone, beaten down by the constant, if subtle, pressure from her and the army of beauty techs. So I just nodded yes. Inwardly, I imagined I could buy some polish remover and just clip them back to normal, once I had escaped Tina's control. By the time we were done, our polish all set and dry, I had convinced myself, I could reverse it all easily. I followed Tina into our changing room, relieved the worst was over. Once inside, Tina unceremoniously removed her robe, dropping it in a large laundry bin. She turned to face me, smiling. Her body looked wonderful, her pussy now soft, smooth, totally hairless and inviting. I realize how much I missed kissing and licking her there. It had always been as exciting for me as her. Now seeing it again, made me miss it even more. I blushed, as she motioned for me to do the same. I was embarrassed, as I knew my body looked far less masculine than when I started this morning. Unlike her pussy, which exuded feminine sexuality, my soft, small cock, no longer surrounded by a bush, was decidedly non- masculine, and looked more like a prepubescent boys' dickie than a man's cock. It was a mere bump, sitting tightly on top of a small sack barely showing the bulges of the tiny nuts inside. The only thing worse, was now at the end of my long, smooth legs there were polished toenails to complete the feminine look. But Tina only smiled, as if my new look was actually pleasing. She turned, unlocked her locker and took out her large purse. Reaching inside, she removed a couple of items. "Mitchell I have a special surprise for you. After seeing you in my teddy the other night and how you reacted to it, I knew you'd love this transformation. You already look amazing, but we're just getting started. For now, slip on these. I want to see how you look in something better suited to your new shape." She reached her hand to me. I hesitantly looked at the items, quickly seeing they were a matching thong and bra, in black lace. I looked up at her, pleadingly. "Tina, I'd rather not. I don't want to wear these kind of things any more. I really didn't want to do all these beauty treatments either, but I..." "Don't be silly. Just try them on for me. I'm sure they'll fit. Later if you don't like them you can just take them off. My word, they're only clothes for goodness sake." Seeing I had no recourse, I took the thong, and stepped into it. As I pulled it up my legs, I felt the rush of the soft nylon over my now super smooth skin. My cock twitched as I moved the panty around my hips. I heard Tina giggle. "Better hurry honey, before you get too hard to tuck yourself. I think I was right about panties being a good fit for you. I know when we were married you wore them all the time." Blushing furiously now, I fitted the thong around my waist, as I used one hand to push my balls inside me, and pull back my small member. I did it naturally, with ease, even after having abstained from dressing for months. With the rear firmly wedged between my cheeks, the small fabric triangle in front was more than enough to hold my cock in place. Two black bows, one in front and one at the top of my ass made it look like I was a present wrapped in ribbons. As I looked up, Tina was holding the bra toward me, so I could slip my arms through the straps. Once she had it up my arms, she turned me around, pulled the band tight and fastened it snugly. Moving back in front of me, she reached in and pulled my small mounds of flesh upward until they settled on top of the shelf of silicone built into the bottom half of each bra cup. The bra design was a balconette style, with wide-set straps, bows where the straps met the cups, and the small, very padded half cups trimmed in lace. It was the perfect way to display my small boobs making them look much bigger and very sexy. I looked quickly in the dressing mirror. I felt immediate shame, as I often had when I saw the womanly breasts I had. But I also felt a surge of excitement. A feeling I had experienced whenever I wore lingerie ever since I was a boy. Now, suddenly the excitement seemed actually justified by how realistically female I appeared. The bra was just enough help to turn my teen-hormone created boy boobs into real, sexy breasts. Especially since the purge of all that weight had shaped my body even more into a replica of a girl. Just the extremely narrow waist gave me an entirely different look. Certainly not one of man. Still I wasn't completely on board with Tina's ideas, and maintained an inner desire to avoid going down this path again. "Oh, I knew you'd look amazing in a pushup. You're a perfect 32 B, just right for your new petite body. Don't you just love it? Now that you're all smooth and soft there's no earthly reason for you not to adorn your body in pretty lingerie. But we've got more to do. Put these on, while I go ahead and get dressed too." Tina reached in her voluminous bag and brought out some denim jeans, a chiffon top and a pair of black ankle strap heels. I was amazed it all fit, but the bag was almost as big as a small carry-on luggage. The jeans were deceptive, not being a thick denim at all, but really just thin, stretchy legging material. They were a skinny style, molding to my legs like hose, as I pulled them up. They were also low cut, pull-on style, resting on my hips about three inches below my navel, without a zipper fly. That of course exposed some of my lace thong, as well as showing off my curved butt and smooth crotch. The chiffon top was several layers of soft rose pink, sleeveless with a rounded, ruffled neckline that fell right at the edge of my new bra. Of course. The heels like everything else, fit perfectly. Even though Tina hadn't measured me for them, she obviously remembered my shoe size, 8, from when we were married. She also finished dressing, slipping on her heeled sandals. Since I didn't need my old clothes, she put them away in her bag as we headed out. I was still blushing as I followed Tina to the front desk, where she signed the bill. The staff was very complimentary without any sign that it was unusual for a customer to come in as a man but walk out, in heels, as a girl. I was as much embarrassed by how easily I walked in the four-inch stilettos as the fact I wore them at all. It was clear that these weren't my first steps in heels. Tina seemed oblivious to it all, talking away about her plans for us and the rest of the day. I assumed we'd go get some food since it was already 11, and then shop. But Tina had other plans. She looked at me, smiled, and said time for phase two. I knew what that meant when she parked in front of another salon, this one clearly a hair salon. Once again, she got out expecting me to follow. I did. The scene at the receptionist counter was almost identical to that at the previous salon. Apparently, Tina was a well-known regular, who both spent and tipped well enough to command lots of service and attention. We were whisked right into chairs, side by side, and as I began to get more and more nervous, she talked with the stylist who was going to do my hair. Inwardly, I thanked my stars that I hadn't allowed my hair to get too long, somewhat confident that there weren't any overly feminine styles that it could be converted to. Their conversation was short, but as I listened I began to get worried. They settled on, giving me blonde, highlighted tips, wispy details, a tapered rear, and bangs. The stylist was confident she could give me a perfect, avant-garde look. The next hour I sat nervously while she worked on me. First dying the tips of my hair, then shampoo, some cutting, even some shaving, and finishing with a blow dry with hair spray. While I got mine done, another stylist was working on Tina, mostly trimming, and styling her hair so it was perfect. Finally, my hairdresser was done, turning me to face Tina first before spinning me toward the mirror over her counter. I was stunned. My short hair, which I assumed would keep me in the male camp, now looked like nothing a man would have. Gone was my old look with the side part, hair slicked back, bounded by sideburns down to the bottom of my ears. In their place, there were now bangs which were jagged and touched my new slender eye brows. My sideburns were gone replaced by wispy tendrils. The top of my head was spiky while the back was shaped in a reverse taper. All of it was two tone, my natural dirty blonde tipped by light, platinum blonde. Tina was thrilled, as was my stylist as she assumed her tip would be equally nice. As I was adjusting to this new look, another girl, a bit younger than the one who did my hair walked beside us. "Mrs. Costas, you said you would need a makeup session for your friend. What sort of look are you wanting today?" "Hello Susie. We don't need anything wild, just a look that is good for daytime, but we can merge in an evening look with just a few adjustments. Because her eyes are such a nice blue, I'd like to focus on them. Also if you can make her lips look fuller that would be a plus. I know her skin is smooth, but use some foundation as I want her to be picture perfect." "Very do-able. I will go light with a liquid foundation, just a little powder, but I don't see any need for concealer, as her skin is like porcelain. I would suggest using blush. Her cheekbones are gorgeous and we should highlight them. I think to open her eyes, will use black eyeliner, lots of mascara, a pair of wispy false lashes to fill in, and a narrow band of smoky gray. If you do more of her lids and some under her eyes that would give a nice evening look. Her lips, are nice, but if I go a soft red with pencil outlines, I can make them look fuller. I should have a color to coordinate with her nails. By just using a darker, more vibrant red you can make that even more of an evening look. Does that sound what you had in mind?" "Yes, very much so. Exciting isn't it Misty? I know you've been focused on a more routine, mundane life, but I bet you secretly love getting pampered don't you? I mean what woman doesn't." The makeup plan was bad enough, but when Tina used my old fem name, the one I had reluctantly confided to her when we got engaged and I confessed about my dressing, it was a concrete note of my new frank reality. I had fought hard, against my own urges, to jettison my fem life. I was determined to be a man, all man, when I was ready to be with women again. Now, she'd dragged me back down into my swishy side, down farther than I had ever been before. I mean, just watching the makeup artist, configure my face to totally match my clothes, hair, and body, was enough for me to admit I had failed to keep my fem personality under wraps. If being all male was something I truly wanted, then I would have to break free from Tina when I could to make my way back to the male side of life. I had fallen so far, it would take a lot of work and time, but until then, I would try to cope with Tina's manipulations. Because Tina had done her own makeup, she just watched, and talked with Susie as she did my face. It didn't take long. The damage was done. I had no visible connection to Mitchell any longer. My eyes were surrounded by dark lines, thick lashes, and a touch of color. My cheeks with their prominent cheek bones, were rosy. My lips were full, colorful, almost looking ripe for the taking. My skin looked like a smooth, unblemished canvas, a perfect backdrop for the other pretty, feminine features on my face. Overall, it was clearly, now, the face of a feminine creature. Misty was much more appropriate and I replied to that name, when Tina asked if I was ready to get a bite to eat. We went to a small, exclusive sushi bar. But Tina must have been so well known that the ma?tre de took us right in, ahead of others, to a private booth. The food was delicious, although we didn't eat a lot. Tina insisted she didn't want me to start getting fat, now that I had such an amazing body. The food was enough to take the edge off and Tina gave me more insight as to the rest of our day. Shopping was the focus, as she exclaimed, I needed everything. Her biggest problem was deciding what to get first. When we left the restaurant, she drove to a place I'd never been. It was sort of a dinosaur now, a mall. But the shops here were all very expensive, specialty boutiques, where only the most affluent shoppers went. Shoppers in the society circles that Tina how occupied. She had obviously absorbed her new wealth and was more than happy to flaunt it for me. Tina had made her shopping plan, deciding I needed jewelry most of all. We went to a designer shop where every piece was custom made or if not, was extremely expensive. She started out with a Cartier watch, trimmed in diamonds. She added two custom diamond rings, several bracelets, a pendant necklace and even an ankle bracelet, all in a mix of white gold and diamonds. Tina fused over the fact I didn't have pierced ears, insisting that we get that fixed at some point. But she settled for buying me some long dangling diamond earrings that could be converted from their clip-on style to posts when I did get my ears pierced. I didn't even want to know how expensive this all ways, as Tina had brushed off all my worries and arguments that this wasn't needed and was too much. The fact that the salesman let her just sign for it all, adding it to her tab, told me she must shop here so often that they knew she was good for it. She even picked up something for her, an ankle bracelet that matched mine. That set the tone for the rest of the afternoon. Tina took me to several dress boutiques, even more shoe places, a couple of accessory stores to look at purses, and we finished at a very exclusive lingerie store. At each place, she had me try on multiple outfits or items, while she would also try on one or two. She wound up buying me six dresses, three skirt and blouse outfits, two coats, four designer handbags, and ten pairs of shoes, including some sky high thigh boots. Tina found things for herself too, but not nearly as much. With each purchase, I became more distraught at the total amount of feminine things she was getting for me. I didn't even want to think about how much they cost. Surely her husband, even if he was stinking rich, wouldn't like how much she was buying for a man, let alone her ex-husband. Worse yet, was the thought that Tina was going to expect me to wear all of this, for her. All I could think of was it was some sort of retribution in her mind. Some way of paying me back for her leaving me in such emotional pain. The problem was, this wasn't the life I dreamed of anymore. Or so I told myself. It was also cleat that she was a frequent shopper at all these places. Most of what we bought was packaged to send to her house, and we only carried a few items with us. The last stop, at the lingerie boutique was the longest and most embarrassing part. Tina insisted I buy multiple, matching sets of bras and panties, with me trying each one on. She also preferred sets that had some sort of garter belt or a Basque-looking bra top with garters. She told me that men loved stockings and garters, and even if they weren't as practical or comfortable as pantyhose, we owed it to them to look as sexy as possible. Heaven forbid we consider going bare-legged. That was something she thought was only allowed when sleeping. I tried to argue, gently I admit, that pleasing men wasn't on my radar, but she ignored that as easily as she had all my other protests of the day. It seemed that she relished seeing me in lingerie more than anything else. I also had to admit that I secretly loved doing it. After a day filled with everything feminine, Tina had broken my resistance to exposing my desire for cross-dressing. I continued to think I would retreat from all these, reclaim a masculine image, once I was free from her, but even I doubted the sincerity of those thoughts now. After accumulating nearly 15 sets of lingerie and a whole stack of silky stockings, Tina finally had me try on a garter belt. It was a wide design, five hooks in back, and fit me tightly but comfortably. It was sheer black lace with lace covered garters ending in black bows. I recognized it immediately as part of the set that matched the bra and thong I had started the day in. Tina had me put it on, with the matching items and a pair of silky black, lace top, and rear seamed stockings that had a large bow embroidered at the back heel. The set totally complimented my new slim body, with the garter belt emphasizing my narrow waist, the panties highlighting my round ass cheeks (and flat crotch), while the bra presented my boobs as pretty decorations. After complimenting me on how perfect I looked, she said we should dress for dinner. We'd taken a couple of outfits with us when we left the dress shop. Tina got the dress she'd bought for herself and began to change from her jeans. Again, I was struck by how easily she disrobed in front of me. I guess it was a combination of us having been married but also her recasting me in a more feminine posture. Her dress was red, in a simple flare design, with a deep V-neckline to show her bust and so short it seemed like her butt would show when she moved. Still, she slipped on a pair of thigh stockings. With her heels on, she turned to help me. Tina had me put on the little black dress that we'd carried with us. The dress was similar in design to my chiffon top, being low cut to show off my pushed upped boobs, and just long enough to cover my stocking tops. It cinched in at the waist with a band of sheer lace and had sheer sleeves that ended in wide lace bands. With a matching black clutch purse, my four-inch heels, and jewelry, I looked like I could totally be one of Tina's rich girlfriends. A trophy-like woman, who would be the perfect kind of beautiful accessory for a rich man. My image both thrilled and repulsed me. It was the total expression of my innermost desires when I was younger, but ones I knew would keep me separated and alienated completely from most women. The attendant who'd been helping us, loved the outfit and confided that it would catch the eye of every man we saw. "I totally agree. Misty you look amazing, I can't wait for Barth to meet you. I've already texted him, to meet us for drinks and dinner. I'm sure you'll love him. He's so personable. Strong, masculine, totally in control, but even more engaging. I was so lucky to find and marry him. He's the kind of man that enjoys having a woman be as feminine as she can for him. Loves to shower women with gifts and attention. As you might suspect, the kind of shopping trip we've done today is common place for me. I know it sounds like I'm a trophy wife, but we are so close and loving, it's not like that at all. I expect he'll be so happy to meet one of my old girlfriends, as I've not introduced any before. To be honest, I loved today. I missed spending time like this with you and I'm just thrilled to have my best girlfriend back. Now let's touch up our makeup, I want us to have a wonderful evening to celebrate." Tina's proclamation about having me meet her husband was gut wrenching. Even more so, as it appeared she was going to cast me as her girlfriend. Her admitting that she played the role of a trophy, a beautiful decoration, even if she surrounded it with loving remarks, worried me too. For that was exactly the image she had produced for me too. What would I be expected to delivery for all of these gifts she'd bestowed on me? Plus despite how I looked, I still worried that I could be 'made' as a man. "Tina, I really appreciate all your time today and your wonderful generosity, but maybe you should just meet your husband by yourself. I'm not sure I should be there. Plus, what is he going to say about all the things you bought for me? It's not too late to return some of them. I mean the jewelry alone, is far too expensive as I can't see me wearing if enough to justify it. The same with all the clothes, shoes. It would literally take me weeks to wear all of it. Not to mention, what he'd say if knew our real history. Can we just.." "Misty, be quiet. I don't have to justify my spending to Barth. He loves me and wants me to know it. Besides, I plan on you being with me enough to easily show off most of your new wardrobe. In fact, I already have some ideas of other shops to go to. A woman needs lots of pretty clothes and accessories. Men, real men, like their women to dress pretty and sexy for them. I expect you to do the same. As far as our past, he will be thrilled that I've reconnected with one of my oldest and closest girlfriends. Barth is constantly telling me I need more gal pals, as he works so much. That's one reason I was excited to see you again, especially after seeing how you modified your look. So relax, just be yourself. I'm sure he'll love you." Tina then helped me freshen up my makeup. We added more eye shadow, darker red lipstick and a couple more coats of mascara. She add more drama to her look too, chatting away about how much Barth would enjoy having an evening with two sexy ladies. When we had our faces just right, and were ready to go, Tina reached under her dress, and slid off her panties. I looked on, surprised, but she winked at me as she put them in her purse. "Sometimes when Barth texts me, he uses certain emoji's. It's our secret signal that he will want me later. He prefers I not wear panties, so he can have easy access to me whenever or wherever he chooses. That's one reason I keep my pussy smooth, he loves to feel me that way. You see having a man like Barth has a certain edge to your relationship, as he can be quite demanding. But don't worry you can keep yours on." Tina laughed as she said the last line, a sort of transition joke. We gathered our things and made our way to her Mercedes. The ride to the restaurant was like the rest of the day, Tina chatting on and even now making plans to meet me again. We pulled up to an older looking restaurant, very swank. We got out of the car, to allow the valet to park it for us. Again, I could tell the restaurant staff recognized Tina, as someone important. She got the best treatment. A waiter even escorted us back to a large private booth toward the back. When we got to the table, I was surprised, very surprised. I don't know why, but I had an image of her husband in mind, sort of based on how she talked about him. But the man at the table was very different from my preconceived image. First he was older, much older. Silver gray hair, slender and tall, but with a very worn and aged face. He had to be at least sixty something probably more like seventy plus. He was dressed impeccably in a suit tailored to fit in a rich fabric, with a Rolex watch, a diamond pinky ring, and diamond cuff links. As we approached a, smile crossed his face. He put an arm around Tina, and kissed her lightly, light enough so as to not mess up her lipstick. His eyes looked me over while he held her next to him. Reaching out he took my hand and kissed it. A sort of old fashioned, but classy move. His eyes seemed to sparkle as he looked at me. I could also see Tina was loving this. "Tina honey, who is this lovely creature with you? She's gorgeous." "Oh Barth, she is amazing isn't she. This is my old girlfriend, I told you about, Misty. She and I were friends in college. The best of friends in so many ways. I ran into her last week and was excited to see her again. I must say we had a wonderful time today. We got pampered, prettied up, and shopped a little. I just wanted her to see how much I missed her. We had an absolutely great time today, a perfect girl's day out." "That's terrific. I told you that you needed to splurge and reward yourself. Are you two ready for a drink? I'd love to hear more about your day." The conversation continued as we got drinks and then dinner. Barth was certainly charming, and as I got better acquainted with him, I could see some of his appeal. Even if he was older, he still had a way about him. Perhaps it was his experiences, bolstered by wealth, but he seemed to have the right answers and phrased perfectly for every topic. It took me a while, but by modulating my voice I felt it sounded feminine enough to pass, so I opened up more. When I told him about my work, developing phone apps, he was real interested. Turns out, he was looking to add that capability to the digital portions of his business empire. As we talked, I could also see how Tina fawned over him, always touching him, leaning in to him, and complimenting him in a flirty way. She also threw compliments my way, as if she wanted to establish me at a certain level with Barth. I know he glanced my way, checking out my low cut dress, several times, as well as my legs when Tina insisted we needed a bathroom break. Although I paled in comparison to her, I could sense he seemed to appreciate my feminine appearance, perhaps as it contrasted with Tina's more voluptuous one. When we were in the restroom, Tina gushed over how much her husband liked me. It was clear, she wanted me to be liked by him. I assumed she planned on making me a regular part of her circle of friends, which made me nervous a bit. I mean, if he required her to go without panties, did he have other sexual urges? Was he one of those men who liked to play around? And was Tina helping him with that? Those thoughts kept creeping in, even when there wasn't any direct evidence. I tried to avoid them, but Tina would make a flirty or suggestive comment and they'd return. So dinner was both delicious and worrisome. My fears soon were elevated. As we ate, Tina continued to flirt with her husband and in a way, me. For instance at one point she shifted on the bench seat and put one leg under her. In doing so, she also pulled up her skirt, above her stocking tops. I couldn't see directly, but by Barth's reaction, it was clear she was flashing her pussy at him. She confirmed it when she coyly asked him a question. "Dear, is this what you had in mind when you texted me earlier? Do I look like you wanted? I was sure our salon visit made it all ready for you." "Very much so, honey. That is just how I like it." I could see her move a hand to that area and actually heard a soft, squishy sound. Then she held up one finger, glistening with her obvious excitement. It made me flush and Barth smile. "Did I ever tell you about my days at college with Misty? We roomed together for a while, in fact, were so close it was rumored we were lovers. Silly rumor, but it was true. I never meet anyone whose lips were as talented as Misty's. Isn't that right? Do I still taste the same?" Tina had extended her finger, coated with her sexual secretions toward me. I couldn't help but smell her pussy, as arousing and captivating now as when we were married. I guess I had drank enough to lower my inhibitions, so I closed my eyes, opened my mouth and let her put her finger between my lips. I lightly sucked on it and used my tongue to taste Tina once more. It brought back wonderful memories of love making with her. I should have been embarrassed but I was only aroused. As I finished and she removed her finger, I could also see Barth was almost as spell bound by our action as I was hers. "Not only was Misty talented with her mouth, she craved, actually begged, for someone to fill her backside up with a thick cock. Do you remember those days Misty?" My face now flushed a bright red. Tina was referring to when we were first married. I wanted her to use a strap-on dildo to fuck my ass. I did beg her and she used it on me a few times. Something about submitting that way was so exciting for me, but she soon tired of it. I couldn't deny it now, so I merely nodded in the affirmative. I could see Barth was as intrigued by that response as he was when I licked Tina's finger. As I admitted my desires, my cock still trapped in the lace folds of my panty, twitched in response. Tina switched her glance from me to her husband. "I know you've always favored that kind of fucking too, haven't you Barth? I think everyone has a secret desire or two." Tina put her leg back down, leaned toward Barth and kissed him. I could only look down at my plate, and try to figure out what why I was being so open. By the time we'd finished eating, I was a bit tipsy too. We'd all had three drinks before dinner and shared two bottles of wine while we ate. I wasn't smashed, but definitely felt it. I looked at Tina and Barth too, as I didn't want to ride with anyone drunk, but they seemed oblivious to it. When Barth asked if we wanted some after-dinner brandy, Tina suggested we have them at their place. I'd finally decided it was time to call this off. "I appreciate the offer, but I'm getting tired. We had a long day and maybe I should just get an Uber and head home." "Don't be so shy Misty. I have a car and driver waiting outside. He can take us to our house for a nightcap and then take you home when you're ready. Tina and I do these kind of dinners often, and I prefer she not drive after drinking. I'll arrange for someone to get her car later. But for now, let's continue this delightful evening at our house. I love how Tina has reconnected with such a dear friend from her past, and would really enjoy getting to know you better. Plus I am really intrigued by your business. You're not the kind of girl that turns down a man's request are you?" "Barth's right Misty. Please come with us. I've had a great time today and would love to show you our beautiful home. I mean, we've got lots of room with several guest bedrooms. You even have something to wear tomorrow, as our purchases were sent to the house. I can loan you one of my nighties too. Please say yes." I felt like the ground was giving away underneath me and I was falling down. I saw no way out of her offer. I had to admit, I was snared by her sweet taste. It had been so long since I had tasted a pussy, any pussy, but especially hers. Despite my reservations, I went ahead. "Well, I guess we can go have a drink. I'm not sure about staying, but I would love to see your home." In short order, we were riding in their car, a large luxury SUV, while a driver took us to their house. Tina had put Barth in the middle, and kept leaning across him to talk with me. That pulled me closer to him, so close I could smell his aftershave. I felt my thighs pressed against his, but she kept chatting away as if we had truly been girlfriends and not husband and wife. I lost track of where we were going, but did see us enter a gated community and then through their own electronic gate up to their home. It was rather impressive, a large multi-story house, with grand columns in front and a portico the driver pulled under to let us out. The driver opened the door on Tina's side. She got out, followed by her husband and then me. Of course, I had slide across the seat and when I swung my legs out, my skirt was bunched around my thighs. Barth helped me up, getting a good look at my panties and garters in the process. Then he led the way into the house, while Tina wrapped her arms in mine. Once inside, she and I went to make us drinks while he settled in the large living area off of the kitchen. Tina poured three moderate amounts of brandy into snifters. Opening a small bottle of pills, she placed two, blue pills next to one glass and then gave me the tray to carry in. When I approached the chair he was sitting in, Tina reached on the tray and took one glass. That left one next to me and the other, with the two pills, at the front of the tray. I held the tray out for Barth. Tina smiled as Barth picked up his drinks and the pills. "I think you might need two pills tonight honey, I expect it to be a memorable evening." Seeing him swallow the pills, and toast 'two lovely ladies' sent a chill up my spine. It was clear, from his age and her message that he was taking some ED medicine, something to help him perform sexually. I was nervous now, and asked if she might show me her house. I wanted some time to figure a way out of this dilemma. She was eager to show me their home. As we got ready to tour the place, Barth stood up. Tina went to him, whispered in his ear, smiled, and lightly caressed his crotch, before turning back to me. She led me through the central part of the downstairs quickly. It was quite the usual setup, but all of the rooms were large and decorated in expensive style. Coming back to the large sweeping stairs that led to the second floor, Tina waved at a pair of double doors, and told me the master suite was on that side of house. Upstairs there were multiple bedrooms, set up for guests and family visits, she said. Each one was quite large and when we entered one, I saw an array of bags and boxes, the results of our shopping trip earlier that day. This room was expansive, with a huge four poster, canopy bed, a sitting area, attached bathroom and an endless walk-in closet. There was even a small alcove, looking over the backyard that was set up as an office. It was hard to imagine this as a guest quarters, as it was easily as big as my whole apartment. I could tell Tina was proud of her new home, and the wealth that Barth clearly possessed. As I looked around, she coyly talked about the space. "Isn't it lovely? Barth gave me free rein to decorate it as I wished. I wanted to make it inviting and cozy, even with the large space. The bed is soft and luxurious, with the best sheets and a warm throw. I'm sure you'll find it comfy and a great place to sleep. I added the office space, as I wanted it to be flexible for any guess. Of course, I made sure the closet was big enough. We'd have lots of fun shopping to fill out your wardrobe. After our shopping today, you should have all you need to get dressed tomorrow. We just need to go down to the master suite and I can get you something to sleep in. Why don't you slip off your dress here, and follow me down?" Tina looked at me, the same way she used to when we were married. A sort of knowing, suggestive look that in the past led to sex. I wanted to but was still wary of Barth, especially since he'd be revved up by his special pills. Still, when she stepped behind me, and unzipped the back of my dress, I let her slide it off my shoulders, pull it down my body so I could step out of it. I could see myself in the large, full-length mirrors that covered the double doors to the walk-in closet. From across the room, I looked as feminine and sexy as any woman, but what would Barth see when I was closer? "Tina, I don't know about this. What will Barth think if he sees me up close? I don't want him to know I'm a man, especially your ex-. What if I just wait while you bring me a nightgown? I mean, we aren't going to be intimate are we?" Tina laughed and put her hands on my waist, sort of absentmindedly adjusting my garter belt. She leaned in so our faces were close together. Then she softly kissed me, light enough not to mess up our lipstick, but hard enough to send chills through me. "Misty, I brought us together today for many reasons. I paid to have you pampered, prettied, made silky smooth, dressed you in the finest jewels, shoes, clothes and lingerie so you would be ready. I told you earlier that you should wear garters and stockings, because men love that look. Barth especially loves it. I think you owe him the pleasure of seeing you in this pretty lingerie since he paid for it. And I think you already know he'll be more than ready to do more than look. We've given him plenty of time to react to his helpers. But don't worry. What I want to do is really stoke his fires, but please mine as well. Barth is a wonderful husband, and provides for me beyond my wildest dreams, as you can see. But he's an old-fashioned man in many ways, and doesn't embrace orally pleasing a woman the way you do. I missed that, terribly. So I expect you to repay me too, in a way that I know you love. Barth will enjoy seeing us, the two of us, make love like women do, with your pretty face and bright red lips pressed against my silky smooth ones. Seeing us make love like that will make him want to plunge into me. He loves it when I am freshly smooth and wet. I expect you'll get to watch him fuck me silly. His pills will make him last long enough to give me multiple orgasms. So don't worry about him. The only question will be if you want more. Barth although old-fashioned isn't beyond trying some new things. Things that aren't on my list of desires, but might still be on yours. With double his normal dose, I would think he'd easily have the stamina to fulfill your needs too. Just in case, your desire overwhelm you, let me lube you up. Then if you want, I'll pull aside your thong, and guide him into you. I know you loved me fucking you that way, but with Barth you'll get the ultimate as he'll not only be bigger but will fill you with cum, something I couldn't. I expect you'll stay soft, with him, like you did with me, even as you orgasm. That was one of the special things I loved about you. Tell you what, how about if I take my dress off too? That way when we entered his bedroom, he will see us both, ready to please him." Not waiting for an answer, Tina turned so I could unzip her too. She put her dress on the chair next to mine, as well as her bra. Standing there only in her thigh-high stockings and heels with glittering jewels decorating her body, she looked gorgeous. I couldn't help but watch her, fixated by her beauty as she went to the nightstand and opened it. Inside I could see a large dildo and a tube of cream. As Tina picked up the lube, she motioned for me to bend over the bed. As if on autopilot, I obeyed. She pulled aside my thong, worked the elongated tip into my ass, and filled it with cold lube. When she finished, she whispered that with his cock coated from fucking her, this would be sure he could fit in me. Tina took me by the hand and led me to the stairs. I couldn't keep my eyes off her ass, as we descended down the stairs, her round globes bouncing with each step. Seeing her naked like this reminded me of how captivating her body was. My heart was racing, as I longed to taste her and for some reason, the idea of watching a man fuck her to orgasm was exciting too. I had to admit, I'd never been able to do that with my cock, as I was always too quick on the trigger. Finally, lurking in the back of my mind was the idea of Barth fucking me too, filling me with his cum. That was something I had both dreamed of for a long time and been afraid to admit. To actually experience it could be amazing or petrifying because of what it might reveal about me. Tina took my hand in hers and slowly opened the double doors to her bedroom. If the guest room was large, the master suite was huge. It easily took up half of the downstairs of the house. We went through a large sitting area, with a huge wall TV, elaborate stereo and comfortable seating. The actual bedroom was the whole width of the house with one wall fully mirrored and the other with full length windows looking over the private yard. The other sides of the room led to elaborate bathroom-walk-in closet complexes, one for each of them. The bed was central to the room, flanked by several large upholstered arm chairs. Barth was already reclining on the bed, propped up against the padded headboard. He was wearing an old fashioned, velvet robe with satin lapels, slightly open but covering him mostly. It was the sort of attire made famous by Hugh Hefner, which made me smile. I'm sure Barth thought that was the sexy style for a man, since Hef was an icon to his generation. But I could see his focus was squarely on his nude wife, as he smiled and his cock twitched under his robe. Tina smiled back and I swear added an extra wiggle to her walk as she led me into her closet. It seemed to stretch forever, with racks and racks of shoes, multi-levels of clothes and a wall of built-in dressers. She opened one drawer and held up two nightgowns. One was a simple, sheer baby-doll in white with lace trim. The other was a two piece in light blue, with ruffles. The top had a built in lace bra with a bottom ruffle extending down about six inches. The bottom part was a short ruffled skirt with an attached lace thong. "I think this will work for you. When we are done in here, take it with you. You can sleep in the nude or in this, but wear it to breakfast tomorrow. Barth loves for me to parade around in the mornings with sexy sleepwear. If you're going to be staying with us, you'd make a wonderful impression by doing so as well. Don't worry, our staff is mostly female. The cook and two maids are ladies in their 60s and are used to seeing me in various stages of undress. Barth has a butler, but I rarely see him, so don't be shy. As for now, just follow my lead and enjoy. I think you'll be the perfect girlfriend for us." Once again, Tina took me by the hand and this time led me to their bed. Standing next to it, she reached around and unhooked my bra. I suddenly realized how naked I was, and my nipples hardened at being unveiled. She wasted no time however, bending down to take one nipple in her mouth, lightly sucking on it while she fondled the other. That made my nipples both rock hard. When she released them and straightened up, she glanced down at her own boobs. I followed her hint and did the same to her breasts as she had done to mine. In the corner of my eye, I could see Barth start to fondle his cock under his robe, obviously enjoying this girl-on-girl show. When I moved my lips off of Tina's breast, she moaned. "Oh Misty, I really missed that wonderful mouth. Please, let me feel it on my pussy." I sensed she was giving her husband a bit of show, but was also telling the truth. She put her hands on my shoulders and gently forced me down, as she sat back on the bed next to Barth. I remembered enough of our time together to know this was one of her favorite positions. She would sit on the edge of our bed while I knelt between her legs and licked her to orgasm. So I took my position, while she spread her legs. There was no hiding her excitement as her pussy was glistening with juice, little beads poised along the opening between her swollen lips. I could also smell her sweet intoxicating sex, and it was all I could do to keep from plunging my tongue right between them. But I knew Tina well enough to know she loved the anticipation of delaying my touch. So I softly kissed her spread thighs first, beginning right at the top of her stockings and slowly worked my way up. Only this time, my kisses left a trail. A trail of red lipstick prints from the stocking to her pussy. As I did so, she leaned over to kiss her husband and slipped her slender fingers around the shaft of his cock. I could sense they were both getting excited and I too was lost in the moment. Finally I could not delay any longer, the teasing was affecting me as much as Tina. I kissed the outer edge of one swollen labia and then the other. That first touch on her pussy was like magic. I had missed it so much, but in a way this was totally new. Before she'd always been covered with hair, short, trimmed, but still not smooth. Now when my lips and tongue contacted her, they were directly on her soft, silkiness. I ran the tip of my tongue in the tight groove between them, collecting her juice like dew from a rose petal. With each kiss and lick, I went further into her and she responded by spreading her legs wider which opened up her cunt. I was now thoroughly enmeshed in her. The power of her pussy and its allure for me made me moan myself as I worked over her sex with my tongue and lips. I had not forgotten what she liked, how to lick and suck her, what to do first and in what order. Mixing in licks and gentle sucks on her clit, with powerful strokes of my tongue over her folds and occasionally plunging my tongue deep in her, I orchestrated a progressive buildup of desire until her body was racked by a powerful orgasm. As she came, she kissed her husband, their tongues exploring each other's mouths like mine was doing her pussy. Like before, when I serviced her in our own marriage, after her climax, she reached her hand to the back of head, to hold it in place and signal that I was to continue. That she wanted more, another orgasm from me. So I complied, focusing on her pussy again, but at the same time, I was getting a dose of desire that I missed so terribly since our divorce. Tina had always been the perfect woman for me in many ways, as she loved for me to worship her orally. I had quickly found that eating pussy was my greatest sexual skill, as my cock would betray me by quickly squirting almost as soon as it entered a woman?s lips. So I always took time to give her multiple orgasms first. This repeated effort had also trained me to not only come from licking her but to do so, almost without any contact on my cock. Often I would only be partially erect. I would slowly and constantly leak from my cock, producing a sort of long, drawn out release, which would be a balance of raising my desire without a thunderous climax. Occasionally I would be tucked tightly between my legs in the folds of underwear, creating a wet spot. I was doing so now, which I hoped to Barth looked I was a woman getting super wet from tending to Tina?s pussy. When my oral attention brought her to another climax, she squeezed her thighs tightly against my head. In our days as husband and wife, that would be her signal to me that I could move up and put my cock in her, if I wanted. I wasn?t sure what to do here, but assumed that was my signal to let her give her cunt to Barth. I rocked back on my heels, my lipstick smeared and faced coated with her juices. Her pussy was flushed with excitement. As I moved back she lifted her legs up, swung them up, and laid back on the bed, facing Barth with her legs and cunt splayed open. He wasted no time moving to his knees and then sinking his cock into her. I only saw a quick glimpse of it, but it seemed average in size and thickness. It was rock hard, the pills having done their work. There was no denying his desire or his age, as his body although trim had wrinkles and other signs of age including slivery body hair. He worked his dick into her forcefully, and rapidly, pounding away. Tina became vocal at this point, moaning, growling, and with a throaty whisper, calling his name. I could sense her excitement reaching a whole other level from his fucking. I quickly saw he was a much better cocksman, even at his age, than I had ever been. Perhaps I should have been jealous or intimidated by his sexual skill. But Tina had thoroughly muted that part of me, the masculine part, by the feminine process we had completed today. She had nurtured my inner girl and brought it to the surface, so well that I no longer saw him as a male competitor, rather as a male suitor since I had abandoned masculinity in myself. I had to admit he was able to take her to sexual orgasms I could not. But I also felt she needed my touch too, so it was not threatening in the least, more just impressive. When Tina started to shudder and scream as she climaxed, Barth smiled and soon I saw his nuts tighten in his sack and he shot a load in her. But the blue pills kept him hard and within a few minutes he resumed his impressive fucking of my ex-. By now, I?d raised up, lifting my body to get closer for a better view and to allow me to slip one hand in my panties. I used a coupled of fingers to rub the base of my cock, just enough to relieve some of the tension building in me. I also used my other hand to lightly pull, twist and tug on my nipple. An old habit I?d developed when I realized my nipples and small budded breasts were more sensitive than those of most men. As they fucked and again both came in a thunderous climax, I envied them. I hadn?t come but built up my desire, the slow leak of pre-cum from my tucked cock sort of moderating my excitement. I had been on edge, as I watched him plunge in and out of her swollen pussy. I wondered what he might feel like in me but also realized what that would make me. As he climaxed again, I assumed I would not face that decision. He did pull out of Tina, his cock shiny from her wetness, but remarkably still erect. Her pussy was swollen, red, coated with a frothy mix of semen and her lubricating excretions, a prime example of a well fucked woman. Her smile showed she was now quite satisfied, being the recipient of four orgasms, two from my lips and two from his cock. Barth settled back against the pillows and headboard, breathing heavily from the sexual exertion. Tina seemed exhausted too, although smiling. She shifted forward and reached for my hand. Taking it, she pulled me toward her and we kissed, several times. Her free hand cupped my small breast, playing with my nipple. I heard Barth moan and glanced at him. He had his hand on his cock, obviously enjoying more of our ?girl? interaction. Finally, Tina started to move back on the bed, and pulled me up with her. She rested, propped up on one elbow, she spread her legs apart, knees bent, showcasing her come filled cunt. Smiling at me, she wiggled a finger. A come here sign, urging me to crawl between her legs. I was instantly filled with dread. Spread before me was her pussy filled with her husband?s cum. I knew what she wanted. Toward the end of our marriage, Tina had tried to get me to clean my cum from her and give her more orgasms after mine. I had never submitted to that desire. Now, I wondered whether that had contributed to her leaving me. Could I say no again, haven been given a second chance with her? ?Come on Misty. I know you love my pussy. I can see it on your face. It needs more of your touch. I?m sure you can do it. I want you to taste our love. Show Barth how much you appreciate being with us. Get in position, for me and for him.? I understood what she was doing now. Not only did she want me to lick his cum from her cunt, but Tina wanted me on my knees, face down, and ass up. That would be the perfect position for him to fuck me, to put his cock in my ass. I felt a tingle and a slight shudder. Could I go that far? I had begged her to do me that way, but even as she put her dildo in me, I knew she was still a woman, my wife. This would be different. I would be submitting to a man, letting him penetrate me. Giving my ass to her husband. I had never been attracted to men. Not that gay was wrong, just not me. Of course, this wasn?t really a gay or straight issue. It was more a submissive and dominant one. I could feel that Tina wanted her husband to fuck me, so as to confirm that I was more feminine than masculine. She too knew I was not attracted to men, but if I let her husband take me then I would be committing to a more feminine life. It would be easier for me to remain her girlfriend in I had sex like a girl. These thoughts tumbled quickly in my head, but I couldn?t decide. But she could. I had moved between her legs, my face near her wrecked pussy. So she simply put her hand on the back of my head and pushed it down. I allowed her to put my mouth on her cunt, full of the aftermath of sex. She sat up a little so she could whisper to me. ?Good girl, I?m sure you?ll learn to love his taste. Now just reach back, pull the string on your thong to the side, and spread your legs for him. Let Barth know you want him back there. Men love to see girls ready for them.? As my tongue began to lap up their juices, strong, musky tastes filled my mouth. Again, feeling like I had lost control, I moved my hand back. I ran my fingers from the bow at the top of my thong, downward. Slowly, using my longer fingernails at first, I pulled the narrow band of fabric out of my crack, until it rested next to the garter running to my nylons. At the same time, I moved my knees further apart, opening up a space between my legs for him. I trembled as I waited, forcing myself to focus on Tina?s pussy and lapping up the results of their intercourse. I was feeling overwhelmed, my self-image shrinking in the face of her control and his masculinity. Still there was no movement from Barth. Perhaps he was not interested in taking me anally, that I wasn?t appealing to him. Just as that sliver of hope began to grow, I felt the bed move. Then a hand on my lower back, slowly moving to one cheek. He moved his legs between mine, forcing them further apart as he settled in behind me. He put a second hand on my other cheek, their fingers spread along the crevice between my cheeks. He pulled them apart to open me up. I felt it then. His cock poised at my tiny opening, the puckered hole. I wasn?t sure how to react, so remained still. I felt him start to push, my opening greased let his cockhead in with only slight resistance. There was a momentary feeling of increasing pressure then suddenly, forcefully he plunged his cock into me. The sensations bolstered by emotions swept over me. There was a mix of light pain, pressure, erotic sparks, and sudden fullness as at first his wide cockhead opened me up and then his shaft slid its way inside me. I let out a long, low moan, a sort of admission of his ownership of me. Tina giggled, and using her hand, pushed me further into her pussy. A signal to continue my worship of her. With his cock buried completely in my ass, Barth leaned forward his weight on my back. He reached under me, taking one of small boobs in his hand. Cupping it, he played with my nipple, pulling on it as if to make it longer and harder. I also felt Tina move and heard them kiss. Tina was right. There was no comparison between her putting a plastic cock in my ass and the feeling of a real dick buried there. I could feel his heat and strength, even resting. But there was more. His weight on my back, the touch of his hairy thighs on my smooth ass cheeks, and how he used his hand to fondle my tit. These all signaled I was a girl and he was a man. Then he began the process of fucking me. Pulling back, he moved enough to bring his cock completely out of me before quickly plunging back in. He repeated the process several times, before settling in to a steady rhythm, where he moved back so his cock was still in me, but just barely, before plunging it all the way back in, his balls slapping against me. His pounding rocked my body, and rubbed my face in his wife?s cunt. I was still trying to lick her but his actions were overriding any effort to be selective on her. The physical presence of his cock in me was a clear signal but what was more demonstrative was his utterances. He grunted out words as he thrust into me. ?So tight, what a sweet thing, you are. I love this. Open up for me honey. Show me that you belong to me. I want to own your ass. It?s mine now. I want it whenever I please. Oh god this is amazing. Thank you Tina, you are the best wife ever.? Barth kissed Tina again. I could see my place now. I was to be her best friend, her shopping buddy, her secret lesbian lover, worshipping her pussy with my mouth. But I was also to be her gift to her husband. A tight ass for him to fuck. A pretty little sex toy, something to give him variety. By now she was fully rubbing her pussy into my face. I was being pounded between them. The repeated pounding of my ass by his cock was making the muscles around my sphincter stretch, relax, and surrender to this man. The impact on me wasn?t just physical, I was feeling emotionally and sexually stimulated. Even trapped in the tight triangle of fabric of my thong, my little cock was rippling with sensations. It was leaking constantly now, but I could feel a peak of emotions building. Building toward a climax. But that wave of emotion and sensations, was coming more from my stretched out asshole than my cock. I now had a new center of pleasure. As these thoughts washed over me, I felt a quickening in Barth?s rhythm and increase in intensity. He was fucking me faster and harder. Tina had also increased her pace, rubbing her swollen pussy harder into my face. Suddenly Barth jammed into me, deep into me, his balls slapping my cheeks, and stopped. I felt him arch his back, forcing his crotch and dick harder against me. Forceful twitches rippled across my ass cheeks, he was coming. Shooting whatever he had left into me. Simultaneously, Tina clamped her thighs against the sides of my head, squeezing me as she too climaxed. The double whammy was all it took. I too orgasmed, my body locked in spasms as my pent up sexual desire exploded. The explosion including a spurt of come, from my semi-hard cock but driven from the way my ass had been stimulated. Perhaps Barth?s pounding cock had stroked my prostrate deep inside of me or maybe it was just the friction of his cock in my hole. Perhaps it was just knowing that a man had fucked me like a girl. Whatever triggered it, I squirmed in ecstasy, sandwiched between my ex- and her new hubby. We all lay there a moment, panting, in a mushed pile, each recovering from our latest climax. Barth had collapsed onto my back. I was squeezed between him and his wife?s pussy. We were all in our own worlds as we slowly came back to reality. Tina started it by sitting up and patting my head. Barth seeing her movement also shifted back and lay away from the two of us, slowly pulling his cock from me. I suddenly felt empty, as it had felt so good back there. Now empty, my asshole gasped, as if it wanted to remain stretched open. His cock was finally going soft, after I don?t know how many orgasms he gave himself and us. I began to realize the enormity of what I had done. Not only reconnecting with my ex-wife but submitting sexually to a man. I had always maintained I wasn?t gay, but what was I now? The redeeming factor was how good I felt. It had been so long since I had orgasmed with another person. I quickly decided it didn?t matter how I got there. My only concern was what happened next and a worry that Barth would find out the secret of who I really was. Tina just seemed to be thrilled. ?Barth that was wonderful. You are so good at sex. I have to be the luckiest woman in the world. I hope you enjoyed that change of pace. I think you did, from how you sounded and looked. I think we found the perfect solution to so many of our desires. I really missed those sweet lips and talented tongue. Honey, I think that ass was tight enough for you too. So how about you little one? Was that as exciting for you as it was for us? My instinct tells me you?d find it amazing. If so, we can all go get cleaned up and changed into something for a good night?s sleep. What do you say Barth?? ?I couldn?t agree more Tina. That was the kind of sexual exploration that I wanted. You?ve always made me so excited but this twist hit?s many of my special desires. I love how your old roommate is the perfect complement to you. Nice body, but different than yours, more slender and perky rather than curvy and voluptuous. Obviously, she knows how to please you with her mouth, something not appealing to me. I imagine she?d learn how to use that on me as well. I?ll at least enjoy training her to do so. She also is tight, oh so tight, in the right places and can take care of me in ways you too find unappealing. As far as your question about how she liked it, I?d say pretty well, based on her gooey wet panties. I can take care of that, but for now, let?s go shower.? While he was talking, Barth had reached over to cup my boy boob and finished by roughly pulling on my nipple. He had a gleam in his eye and a sly smile. I was immediately nervous about his attitude shift, but more so about taking a shower. I glanced at Tina, who was no help, as she was already peeling off her hose and heels. When she saw me look at her, she just grinned back. ?Hurry up, I?m beat.? I leaned toward her, moving next to her ear so I could whisper. ?Tina I can?t get undressed! He?ll see it.? All I heard was a laugh, from Barth. I looked back and he had gotten out of the bed. Standing there nude, next to the nightstand. He opened the top drawer and took out a metal contraption. It took me a second to recognize it, but then I saw what it was. It was a sexual toy, a new one designed to lock up a man?s cock. A chastity cage, I had seen them online before, but never in person. In his hand, it looked small, almost harmless, but what it represented was much, much bigger. Seeing my reaction, Barth stepped toward me and then handed the device to Tina. ?Take off those panties, Mitchell. Tina told me you were small, but even so, I?d prefer you be locked up when we aren?t playing. I agreed to let her bring you into our house, but only on the condition that you not be free. Its one thing to have my wife play dress up with her ex-, but I don?t want her sympathetically giving in to you. She can buy you all your pretty clothes, help you look like a girl, and even let you eat her pussy, but still you have a cock. I want it under my control. So go on, take them off.? I was trembling now, realizing that he?d known all along that I was a man, his wife?s ex-husband. I felt a wave of humiliation wash over me. I had been so na?ve to think I could really pass as a woman. He?d known all along I was a male, and had played with me, so I would willingly offer my ass to him. He?d also watched me lick his cum from his wife, likely knowing it was my first time doing so. If he?d been so successful in getting me to do things I had never imagined doing, why wouldn?t I submit further to him. I had already willingly abandoned my masculinity to embrace a feminine role. He just wanted to solidify it by taking my cock from me. I had trusted Tina, and like before, she?d used that trust to her own advantage. It was obvious, she?d missed my oral touch, as doing something like that was not in her husband?s nature. It was true, I?d missed it too. Further, she?d woken my transvestite tendencies, shaping me into a feminized version of myself. I had worked hard to repress those, so I could assume a normal sexual relationship with women. But now, I had plunged into a feminine role again, embraced that charade while leaving my masculinity. Now I felt trapped, and more than that, intimidated by their power and wealth. She moved off the bed to stand in front of me, unlocking the simple metal cage. The cage for my cock. I looked up at her, knowing what she wanted, expected me to do. Slowly I slid the thong panty down my legs, kicking off my heels so I could take it off. As I did so, my cock, shriveled and small, from a long day of being tucked finished off by a cum-draining orgasm, popped out from between my legs. I heard a soft laugh, a sort of chortle from Barth. His expectations were obviously for something bigger than this. I wanted to tell him, it wasn?t always this tiny. That I could please women with it, like any man. But I had lost the nerve to fight back. I meekly spread my legs, grabbing my knees so I could hold them apart and opening my manhood up for Tina to take. It took only a few moments, to fit the tight metal band behind my ball sack and lock the short cage around my limp cock. When it was done, she bounced it lightly in her hand before letting it drop. She looked over her shoulder at her husband, as she put the key in the nightstand drawer. ?See why I told you to buy the smallest size available? Mitchell was never even a handful, so I knew he?d fit better if it was a super small cage. Even so, we?ll have to keep an eye on it to be sure he doesn?t slip out. She may need a custom fit. I?ll make sure everything is under control as you want. Misty from now on, you are to wear this for Barth. He?s allowed me to keep you as my girlfriend, but since you?re still technically a male, we have to control those kind of urges. It may seem extreme, but I?m sure you?ll get used to it. Because you won?t be distracted by playing with yourself, you can focus more on being a pretty girl. But don?t worry, you?ll still get to come. Of course, it will be as a girl, with your thingy tucked between your legs. Still, it will probably be more climaxes than you?ve had at any time after our divorce. You?ll be amazed and quite happy with how often Barth needs sex. Not to mention how frequently I?ll need your special attention. Now finished getting undressed so we can shower together.? Stunned by how quickly and easily I had given my cock to her, I did as she asked. We went into the large, glass walled shower. The array of water jets, from above and all sides, would have been relaxing and refreshing if I hadn?t been bound in this new metal cage. We washed each other, Barth doing Tina, Tina doing me, and me washing him. They insisted I kneel to wash his cock and balls. Again his weren?t anything special, but seeing them compared to mine in its tiny cage, made them look big. Plus being put in the humiliating position of kneeling before him, so I could soap up his cock and balls was a clear a statement as needed to be made about my new status. When we were done, they helped dry each other, kissing and soft talking. Drying myself, I looked in the mirror. Gone was the pretense of being a girl. Without makeup, my spiky hairdo gone, and no fem clothes, I no longer was exclusive feminine. True, my body was smooth and hairless, with what looked like budding breasts, and my nails were polished and shaped, but I was closer to an image of a cross between a teen girl and prepubescent boy. The only anomaly was my tiny cock, hidden in a cage. When we were dry, I followed Tina to the closet and put on my nightgown. At this point, my desire gone and lust abated, I wanted out, embarrassed by what I?d done and wanting it to end. I hesitated before putting on my top and caught her attention. ?Tina, this isn?t a good idea. It?s not what I wanted. When you began today, I was confused, so I allowed you to push me into dressing again. To getting myself to look more feminine. But I?m not a girl. What happened tonight, with you and with your husband, isn?t something I?m proud of or wish to repeat. I certainly didn?t want to have something like this put on me. Maybe you should just take it off and I will go.? Tina turned and stared at me, as if I had been talking in tongues. I heard a laugh and looked over my shoulder. Barth had entered wearing only his pajama bottoms. I felt like a helpless mouse caught been two big cats. ?Mitchell I think you?re just having second thoughts, doubts about what you did and are. I mean, I saw how much fun you had today, it was evident in your eyes and body language that you love being feminine. I think it?s just that when you strip away the feminine things, you don?t have the total body you desire. Barth has already agreed to help with that, haven?t you honey?? ?Of course, I mean your body right now is okay, a sort of developing girl look. But I really like women who have full busts, wider hips, with lots of curves. A little bit of surgery will fix that easily. Plus, I think if he gives you plumper, fuller lips it will be beneficial for all of us in lots of ways. I?ll even pay for laser hair removal, so you can be smooth over most of your body all the time. Then you can let your hair grow out and keep it styled too. Tina will help you with all that. In a few months no one would ever suspect you used to be a male, well at least with panties on. As far as what you?ll do when you?re not being our sex toy, well Tina will love having an in-house girlfriend for shopping and social needs. That will be great for you too. Finally, I checked your financial situation and business. You?ve managed okay, but the future isn?t promising. As part of our household, you won?t have those worries. I?ll let you keep designing apps, but you won?t have to worry about selling them, as they will fit in with my business. So stop that talk of leaving, and do as Tina says.? My mind was reeling, as I was torn between staying and continuing to resist. It felt wrong somehow, to be a plaything to this man and to resume my life with my ex-wife. But when I was honest with myself, I saw how I really didn?t fight it as Tina remade me. Also Barth had no problem fucking me, treating me as the feminine creature Tina had resurrected today, rather than a man. Perhaps they were right, I was better off in my feminine persona. Like so many things in my life, I couldn?t really decide and knew, inside, I lacked the courage to fight back. I looked up at them, defeated finally. Tina saw how the expression on my face had changed and smiled back. ?Don?t worry Misty. We can see my surgeon tomorrow, if you want. I promise you?ll look gorgeous and love your new life. It will be amazing.?