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Matt opened his eyes and squinted against the early morning sun peeking
through the blinds, his full bladder making him slightly uncomfortable,
but the presence of Sam's hand on his hip making it impossible for him to
rise without arousing the man spooning him. He knew that as soon as Sam
stirred that his womanly duties for the day would begin; those duties
starting with making sure Sam's morning wood was not a hindrance to him
throughout the day. Instead, Matt repositioned his head to try and get
more comfortable. The slight tickle from a single strand of his long
brown hair brushing against his chin made him shudder slightly, but the
sensation passed as he contemplated his situation, as he had done every
morning for the past four months since settling into this new life.
All considered, Matt had been a relatively normal guy. Somewhat short at
5'9" and a moderate build at around 160 pounds, he had girlfriends, a
good education and a typical middle-class life. He hadn't yet married
when he bought his first townhouse at age 25 just outside of the city,
but he loved the single life as it allowed him to explore his
crossdressing fetish more thoroughly. He considered himself bisexual, but
he only found himself truly attracted to guys when he was in true girl
mode. He sexuality was truly binary; when with women, he fancied himself
a "man's man" who was assertive, confident and in control. But while he
had enjoyed his conquests as a man, he longed for something different. He
had chatted with guys online while dressed and he loved the attention,
but it had taken him years to build up the courage to actually try and be
with one. This is Matt's story.
The night was still etched in his memory. He had finished his day's work
as a software consultant and had settled into his routine. He shaved the
little stubble he had grown since his previous session in girl mode two
days' prior, leaving his legs, chest, pits and face hairless. He
retrieved his tweezers and plucked his eyebrows with the surgical
precision of a woman who had done it her whole life. His hair was long,
but not long enough to be passably feminine, so he dawned his shoulder-
length brown wig as he finished the touches on his subtle yet cute
makeup. His yellow bra, embroidered with lace butterflies, matched his
panties perfectly and he took a moment to admire himself and strike a few
poses in the mirror. He opened his closet and found the floral-print
housewife dress he had sworn to himself he would wear. The feeling of the
clingy, soft material was always electric to him and when it swooshed
over his shaven, creamy thighs, it made him shudder slightly. A pair of
sensible 3-inch nude heels completed the look. He retrieved his final
touches; a set of hoop earrings (clip-on for now), a turquoise ring that
had belonged to an ex-girlfriend and a plain silver chain. He looked in
the mirror and said, as he did each night he sunk into this feminine
ecstasy, "Hello Veronica."
But tonight was different from the others. She had resolved to this being
the night that she actually followed-through with one of the boys she was
flirting with and she didn't want to leave any desire left unexamined.
Tonight, she wanted to be used, degraded and treated like a sissy. It
wasn't enough to just be a woman, she wanted to be a dirty slut for some
man's amusement. Veronica retrieved the newest artifacts from her closet
that were surprisingly the most intoxicating; her pink chastity cage and
bejeweled plugs. She had built up a degree of self-control allowing her
to wrestle her protesting manhood into the pink plastic dungeon, and the
sound of the tiny lock clicking into place always made her shudder with a
sense of naughty pleasure. She took the one and only key and slipped it
onto a delicate silver chain. She pulled her hair to the side and
fastened the necklace containing the only key to her feminine penis
prison with the expert precision of the woman she had made herself to be
for the night, and set down at her desk with Grindr open.
It wasn't long before a series of pings greeted her, and she began the
process of looking for the right guy to make her fantasies a reality.
After half an hour or so, she was greeted by a message from a man only
1800 feet away. She loved the way he spoke to her. He was assertive and
nasty, with just the right amount of respect and patience. They chatted
back and forth, with Veronica sharing her dirty, naughty secrets and
begging Sam to do things to her that she thought he wanted to hear.
Veronica could feel the stirring in her lower abdomen; knowing that this
was it, Sam, as he called himself, was going to be the one. She couldn't
believe someone like him lived in the very same complex as her. She
finally yielded to her feminine desires and, even though she was as
nervous and anxious as she ever was, she gave him her address, her hands
shaking as she clicked the send button. She waited for what seemed to be
forever for a response. Was he going to flake? Should she have not gone
that far? An odd sense of relief and horror followed as she saw the small
dots indicating he was responding. His answer however filled Veronica
with an even more profound sense of terror.
"Ah yeah, that's the house that just sold last summer. I was looking at
it as an investment property. Public records say a Matthew Rothman
purchased it ;)."
"Oh shit!" Veronica thought to herself. "This guy fucking knows my real
name!" Countless thoughts ran through her head as she tried to decide how
to proceed. She could just stop responding and hope it all blew over. She
could beg him to not say anything or she could pretend that she was
lying. But Sam quickly eliminated all hope she had of escaping the
situation when he followed his message with a picture of Matt; his
profile picture on his guy-mode social media and a message that said,
"way cuter as a girl, IMO." She was stunned. Sam knew everything about
her and held her fate in her hands. Before she could utter a response,
Sam followed with another message.
"Look bitch, you wanted to be submissive and give up control? You've done
just that. I won't tell anyone, but you and I both know that right now
your little clitty is as excited as it's ever been. So why not be a good
girl and do what daddy says? You don't need me to coerce you, you're
going to make these choices all on your own."
For what seemed like forever, she stared at the screen. For what it was
worth, Sam was right. Veronica lifted her dress to find that, unbeknownst
to her, she had actually started leaking into her panties. She really was
more turned on than she'd ever been. Matt made her feel like she had
never felt before. Submissive, vulnerable and feminine. She wanted to
explore this feeling more, so she agreed.
"When will you come over?" She replied. But to her dismay, Sam responded,
"Me come there? Ha, fuck that, I'm not breaking a sweat unless it's over
taking that virginity of yours. You're going to WALK here!"
Veronica was so stunned, she left out an audible gasp; a feminine and
pathetic sound that jabbed at her waning masculinity. She knew she had no
choice in the matter and that inevitably it had to happen. But she had
never been out in public before dressed and would not even be afforded
the comfort of darkness as the sun was still slightly hanging in the
western sky. She reached for her purse, checked her makeup and hair one
last time in the mirror by the door. The same mirror he used to look into
when Matt would host female dates at his house now reflected an image of
a domestic goddess, dressed in a series of submissive symbols of pure
femininity. Nothing about the outfit was even remotely androgynous but
rather it screamed for the attention of men. She looked out the front
door and to her relief, saw no one nearby that she knew. The walk was
almost a half of a mile in total, past dozens of townhouses and condo
units. She took the first step outside as Veronica and slowly began her
trek.
Chapter 2:
Veronica was almost breathless as she made her way through the first part
of her journey. She had practiced her feminine walk indoors, but to be
outside in the cool spring evening; the slightly chilly air causing small
bumps to raise up on her freshly shaven legs, was an odd sensation. The
clicking of her heels on the sidewalk; a sound that indoors would be
arousing to her, were constant reminders of the precarious situation she
was in. She passed a few people in their yards, on their phones or doing
yard work and to her relief, none acknowledged her other than one lady
giving a polite nod. Her luck ran out when she reached the street
separating her side of the development from Sam's. As she walked up to
the crosswalk, a driver in a white BMW pulled up at the same time.
Veronica stopped, expecting the driver to drive through, but instead, he
waved her to cross; initially paying little attention, but as Veronica
took her first few steps, she locked eyes with the man in the BMW. His
brow furrowed and a sly smile curled around the corners of his lips. He
knew. Veronica blushed and quickened her pace as she tried to hurry out
of the man's cruel gaze. She tried to remember everything she knew about
acting feminine; shoulders back, tits out, ass and hips swaying as she
took small, mincing steps in the nude heels, hoping he may just be ogling
her and not judging her for being the crossdressing sissy she was. As she
reached the other side and the BMW began to pull forward, Veronica could
hear the man remark, his window down a crack, "fucking queers, man."
The rest of her journey to Sam's house was mostly uneventful. After being
so clearly identified in public, casually passing people walking their
dogs or doing yardwork seemed mundane. She was even starting to like the
feeling of the sun beating down on her bare shoulders, with nothing more
than a spaghetti and bra strap between her skin and the warm spring
sunshine. As she reached the address Sam had provided, her heart skipped
another beat as she remembered why she was here. Her hands shaking, she
knocked on the door to find it was cracked open. She heard Sam's voice
for the first time from the other side of the doorway yell, "Come in,
Veronica! It's open!"
She took a deep breath and stepped inside. There was Sam, in nothing but
his boxer shorts, standing in the kitchen of his townhome. Veronica
stopped for a moment to breathe in her surroundings. It was not what she
expected. Sam's home was meticulously kept. The furniture was modern and
kitchen was immaculate. The air smelled a combination of chamomile and
man musk, but it was not offensive. She turned her attention to Sam. He
was certainly bigger than her. Even with her 3-inch pumps, he stood a
good 4 inches taller and had at least 40 pounds of solid muscle over
Veronica. He wore a plain pair of plaid boxers, with a huge bulge
protruding from the front. But what Veronica didn't notice at first, was
the camera in his right hand. "Smile baby!" he said as he waved to her.
Veronica, not knowing what to do and shocked by the realization that she
was being filmed by the man, did the first thing that came to mind; she
bowed into a deep, feminine curtsey.
Sam laughed at the act. "Wow, you really are a feminine sissy boy aren't
you? We are going to have a lot of fun together." Veronica paused
slightly and Sam could tell her gaze had turned to the camera in his
hand. "Don't you remember babe? This was all your idea. You begged me to
record you while I stripped you of your manhood?"
It was true. Veronica thought back to the context of their conversation
earlier. She had begged the man to humiliate and emasculate her. She had
told him she wanted to be stripped of her manhood in the most undignified
way possible. She had told him she wanted it all filmed and put online so
everyone could see just what she actually was. Matt struggled to come to
the surface, to beg his feminine alter-ego to end this game before it was
too late. But it was already too late. Not only had Veronica's curiosity
established itself as the dominating personality trait for the evening,
but Sam wouldn't allow for this to end until his end of the bargain was
fulfilled. Veronica for the first time was filled with sheer and utter
fear as her male ego fought her feminine side. What had she done? She had
actually begged a man to do these things to her. She wanted a man to use
her, to humiliate her, to strip her of her manhood and to actually film
it? She couldn't believe how stupid she had been.
Before she could sink deeper into her trepidations, Sam pulled her out of
her trance. "And you do remember the last thing you said, don't you?
Right before you were stupid enough to give me your address and with it
the keys to your real identity?"
Veronica shuddered. She knew right away what he was talking about. She
hadn't just begged for a one-night stand. She didn't just want a man to
humiliate her and deflower her and then go about their business. No, she
had asked him, actually begged him to take away her manhood, forever. She
begged him to make her into his permanent, live-in sissy plaything. She
had a feeling that Sam had every intention of keeping that promise. Matt
looked at her with a wry grin and said, "Put your purse down sweetie,
let's get started."
TBC
Jo
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