Miniskirt Blues Part 2
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Miniskirt blues part three:
I dreamt that I was at a ball with Sarah. I was wearing a tuxedo and she
was wearing a beautiful black ball gown.
So when I woke the following morning, with my morning erection and looked
at myself in my babydoll nightie and panties I felt humiliated. This was
degrading. It was no way for a man to dress.
My erection subsided.
But as I turned around I felt the caress of the nightie around my body.
My erection returned. Yes, I had to admit that this was exciting and
that I was turned on.
I opened my wardrobe and looked at the yoga pants.
I thought about putting on the yoga pants and a sports bra. What would
it feel like?
I didn't have to do this I told myself as I found myself a clean pair of
panties and a fresh pair of tights. As the sex last night had been
amazing I picked a red lace pair of panties and a pair of fishnet tights.
I put them on wanting to look as sexy as possible for Sarah and
remembering how she had said last night that she wanted me to lead the
way. Surely that was a promise that if I dressed in a sexy way so would
Sarah, not just a promise she would dress in a sexy way in bed?
So I decided that I would put on the red lace bra that matched my
panties. I would take back control. I put my arms through the straps
and tried to hook up my bra. I couldn't reach. Then I remembered what
Sarah did when I put on the miniskirt yesterday and took my arms out of
the straps and hooked up the bra before swivelling it around and putting
my arms through the straps.
Oh! What have I done! This wasn't so much taking back control as a
surrender. How would I get myself out of this bra before Sarah saw me?
I started to panic. I couldn't unhook the bra behind my back or get my
arms out of the straps.
Then Sarah opened the door. She had seen me now so I relaxed looked at
myself in the mirror.
It didn't look right.
My chest didn't fill the cups.
"You will need these babies," said Sarah, showing me two breastforms "but
they will only look right if I glue them to your chest."
I found myself not thinking straight, wanting the bra I had just put on
to look right and forgetting that I was trying to resist what Sarah was
doing to me. Well it wasn't so much that I forgot as Sarah and I had
simply turned up the volume on my feminisation. Yes I had participated
in cranking up the volume in putting on my bra. You know how sometimes
you go to a pub and the music is so loud you cannot hear what the person
you are with is saying? Well it was like that.
Sarah had adjusted my bra straps so it would sit right and put the
breastforms in the cups before adjusting the straps again. Then she took
the breastforms out, put glue on them and then put them back in and
unhooked my bra so it wouldn't be glued to my chest.
I was free of my bra for a moment but instead of taking this opportunity
to step back from what was happening, I waited for the glue to set and
then put my bra back on myself. Perhaps, if I had thought about it I
would have realised the futility of not wearing a bra now I had breasts.
Then the volume seemed to lower for a moment as I realised that not only
would I not be able to get out of the bra I was wearing without Sarah's
help but also that I now had breasts glued to my chest.
I felt vulnerable standing there in my underwear in front of Sarah, who
was fully dressed.
Sarah, sensing my vulnerability pushed me back on to the bed. She was on
top of me and then she was pulling off my tights and panties almost
ripping them. Then moving quickly and forcefully she flipped me over so
I was laying face down on the bed.and handcuffed me to the bed.
We had been fairly evenly matched in size and strength before and Sarah
had just demonstrated that she was fitter and stronger than me now.
I saw Sarah reach into her drawers and pull out a device that I have
since learnt is called a strap on.
"No!" I said realising she was just about to penetrate my backside.
But then Sarah was in me and I felt myself getting hard. Now I had
always known that when a woman says no, no means no. If you proceed it's
rape. But as I felt her inside me I knew my no didn't mean no.
"Do you want me to stop?" she whispered into my ear.
"No," I said. "Fuck me hard."
I felt Sarah reach orgasm behind me at the same time as I did.
Then she got off me leaving me face down on the bed on top of the sticky
sheets whilst she went to the bathroom for a shower but before she did
she put a vibrator into me and turned it on.
I had a second orgasm for the first time I can remember. And then a
third before Sarah came back into the room and removed the vibrator and
replaced it with a butt plug.
"Wow, you have made a mess of those sheets, you dirty girl, Olivia!"
She uncuffed me and I tried to remove the butt plug before she said,
"Don't, it will help you to walk like a girl when you put on your heels."
I asked Sarah to unhook my bra before I went to have a shower.
I did then carefully remove my butt plug before carefully reinserting it
when I got out.
I put on my panties, bra, tights and skirt before going back to the
bedroom to find a teeshirt. I noticed that Sarah was right and I was
walking in a more feminine way swaying my hips as I walked.
Having found a teeshirt and our it on I took the sheets off the bed and
brought them downstairs to put in the washing machine.
With the butt plug in me I decided this time that I might as well put on
the heels which although I stumbled initially I quickly worked out how to
walk in, thanks to my butt plug.
"I'm going shopping," Sarah said.
"I want to come with you," I said.
"Dressed like that? You would get beaten up, but if no one knew that you
were a man..." Sarah replied. "Hmmm... you would never agree to it
though."
"Agree to what?" I asked.
"A full makeover," she replied.
"Why not? I am already dressed the part, you might as well finish the
job."
So Sarah plucked my eyebrows, stuck false lashes on my eyelids and false
nails on my fingernails taught me how to apply my own makeup. She
painted my toenails too.
Finally she put a wig cap on my head and styled it in a Louise Brooks
hairstyle.
Then she showed me to the mirror.
I looked like a girl now.
"Let's shop," I said, picking up my wallet an car keys.
"No, that won't do," said Sarah giving me a handbag with my makeup inside
it and into which she put my wallet and keys. "That's better."
I found it surprisingly easy to drive in heels and Sarah was in her turn
surprised when I joined her going into the supermarket. It was at this
point that I learnt that the food she had been buying and serving me was
vegan as Sarah had always noticed my resistance to vegan food before. I
used to say it was for women and effeminate men.
Now I not so much an effeminate man as a man who looked to all intents
and purposes like a woman I could hardly argue with the food Sarah was
buying.
After finishing the supermarket shop Sarah took me clothes shopping and I
wound up with several store cards in the name of Olivia.
Finally we got to the lingerie shop. I felt more confident going into
the lingerie shop than I had ever done as a boy when I went shopping with
my Mum. As a boy I guess I had always feared my mother buying lingerie
for me but now I was wearing my own lingerie and dressed like a girl,
that fear had gone.
But then Sarah decided to embarrass me.
The shop assistant came over. "Ladies, can I help you with anything."
"I wanted to get something for my boyfriend," Sarah said.
I blushed slightly but then noticed that the shop assistant had
misunderstood and thought that Sarah meant she wanted to buy something
sexy to wear.
But Sarah did not play along.
"No, that's my boyfriend," she said pointing at me.
At that point the shop assistant giggled.
"Wow, you really have done a job on him, I would never have guessed!" she
said.
At the end of our shop there I was given another store card in my new
name and I saw the shop assistant talking with her manageress. Whilst
Sarah was paying for her own lingerie the manageress came over to speak
with me.
I thought we were going to be banned from the shop.
"Olivia, you look gorgeous. Our shop has its own website and we ask our
customers if they would be prepared to model the clothes they have
bought. They or their partners shoot pictures of them at home and then
upload them to our page. Now, we don't have many customers like you and
those we have had have looked frankly too masculine. Customers who post
pictures that we use get a staff discount on their next shop. Would you
consider modelling for us?"
"She will," Sarah said.
"The discount is only for the model though," said the manageress.
Sarah had a glint in her eye.
After we left the shop I told Sarah that that was humiliating.
"Look I know like all boys you would have been afraid what other boys
would think if they saw you in a lingerie shop with your Mum. Perhaps
you might even have been afraid that your Mum would have got carried away
and bought lingerie for you. But I saw you walk as confidently into that
shop as any other girl and looking at the clothing. Yes, you felt
humiliated when I pointed out that you were my boyfriend and the shop
assistant giggled but your confidence came back when the shop assistant
complimented you on your appearance and you could barely get your head
out of the door when the manageress asked you to model for her."
I was exhausted after our long shop and too tired to offer any resistance
when Sarah took me to have my ears pierced. She picked out two gold hoop
earrings which she said "looked professional" and I thought maybe I
should have my nose pierced too but Sarah said she thought I might find
it hard to find work if I did.
The ironic thing about Sarah getting me to get my ears pierced is that
hers are not. I now look more of a girl than my girlfriend!
When we got home Sarah showed me the lingerie shop's website and I was
surprised to see that there were already a number of pictures of my
girlfriend modelling lingerie on the site. There was my girlfriend in
lingerie for the whole world to see!
"I had no idea that you are a lingerie model," I said stunned. "Don't
you get harassed?"
"No, silly, because I do it at home where you are the only man who sees
me and no one has ever asked me when I am clothed if I am a lingerie
model, although it is nothing to be afraid of and I would put it on my
cv. In fact as well as doing my fitness videos I also do lingerie
modelling videos. Now strip. I have an idea."
So I found myself on our bed, with my girlfriend, modelling the lingerie
we had bought. Strangely this was "professional" and though we were
sitting around in our new underwear we did not let passion take over
except in how we posed for the camera.
It turned out that the idea Sarah sold to the shop was a "his and hers"
lingerie shoot. Customers had to guess which of us was the man. To my
amusement about sixty percent of the customers thought it was Sarah!
After the lingerie shoot I have stated to gently work out and I have
appeared in a number of Sarah's yoga videos. Obviously I wear the yoga
pants and sports bras Sarah bought me. Sarah has far bigger muscles than
mine and is far stronger. She simply refers to me as Olivia in the
videos and does not explain our relationship although I think that many
people think that are a lesbian couple.
This lingerie shoot we did and the subsequent social media reaction to it
gave me confidence and I started to shake off my depression and look for
work, but dressed as a woman. I put my job in the bank and my lingerie
modelling on my cv.
I wore one of the new blouses I had bought with my old business suit
jacket to my first interview as a woman. I had resewn the buttons on the
other side of my jacket so it looked like a woman's jacket and I wore the
miniskirt that Sarah had made of my trousers with it.
I was told at that interview and many of the interviews that I
subsequently attended that although they had been considering me
seriously they really wanted a man for the job. I know people would say
that this is sex discrimination and it probably was but I didn't want to
get involved in litigation. I wondered also if my time working in the
bank or as a lingerie model meant that I was not taken seriously as a
candidate.
In the end the manageress of the lingerie shop contacted me, because of
the success of the "his and hers" campaign they were expanding and she
wanted to offer me a job as a branch manageress.
I accepted the job.
That night I dreamt I was at a ball with Sarah again, this time we were
both dressed in ballgowns.
The latest campaign on the shops website features me modelling lingerie
again and I am named as then manageress of our branch.
I have had to recruit more staff.
As for Sarah and Olivia, I have not had the operation and our love making
sessions sometimes involve me facedown into the pillow handcuffed to the
bed and sometime involve me face up but always involve handcuffs and
Sarah being on top.
I reach orgasm every time now.
Elouise
- 02.09.2021
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