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I wore my sleep bra under my nightie. It was strange having tits when I
was trying to get to sleep. I had to try and sleep on my side.
It was also a strange feeling to wake up in the morning with tits. I knew
it shouldn't have been a surprise, but somehow it was. Perhaps I was
secretly dreaming that everything would be back to male normality again
overnight. But no. I still had tits and my cock was still in chastity.
I undressed and went to the bathroom. I had a close look at my tits. They
were still firmly attached. I used the toilet and then shaved my face.
There was a bit of stubble on my balls, and I used the razor as best as I
could on the parts of my genitals that were not enclosed by the chastity
device. Then I took a shower. I hoped the water wouldn't damage the
little padlock. If the mechanism started to rust the key might not
work...
I dried my hair, thinking that I should let it grow longer. Then I could
have it styled instead of having to wear a wig all day. I directed the
hair dryer onto the chastity device, hoping that it would remove any
moisture inside the padlock. I could feel the chastity device beginning
to warm up, so I switched off the dryer. I couldn't help a wry smile as I
reflected that a blow dry wasn't as pleasurable as a blow job would have
been.
Then I put on my underwear, wig, and make-up before finally putting on a
clean blouse and my skirt and shoes. I picked up my handbag and quickly
checked my appearance in the hall mirror before setting off to work.
My colleagues in the office were (to say the least) rather surprised at
my appearance. I said that I had enjoyed dressing up for Halloween and
that I was just pretending that Halloween was carrying on for a few more
days this year. "If I had tits like those I might do the same!" said a
male colleague. There was some laughter.
I was asked what name they should use, and I asked them to call me Didi.
"Oh," said another male colleague. "Is that your bra size?" He got a dig
in the ribs from one of the girls. But there were a few giggles. But
then, as on the day before, things settled down. There was work to be
done. Audrey had left a list of tasks.
Later, a female colleague came over and spoke quietly, "You look very
presentable as a woman, Didi. I noticed that you had been wearing a bra
under your male clothes for some time." I must have looked a little
surprised. "Yes. there were a few tell-tale bumps sometimes showing the
outline of the back straps. And I saw your ankles encased in sheer nylon
a couple of times. Women notice these things, even if they don't mention
it. I just wanted to say that if you feel comfortable in female clothes,
you should carry on wearing them. Be true to yourself." With that she
gave me a little smile and went back to her desk.
I was very encouraged by this. Perhaps it wasn't quite so urgent to get
my false tits removed after all. I was very comfortable in female attire
- after all, I had been crossdressing in private for a year or two. The
only thing that wasn't comfortable was having my cock trapped in the
chastity device. I could see the sense of avoiding skirt-lifting
erections in public, but I desperately needed relief when I was in the
privacy of my home. And there was no prospect of getting the key to the
padlock until Monday.
On the way home from work I needed to call at the supermarket to buy
food. As I queued at the checkout, I recognised the girl at the till.
Alice and I had been at school together and had been on a few dates. But
I hadn't seen her for over a year. When it came to pay, my credit card
wouldn't work in the card machine. Alice was looking at me. She looked a
bit puzzled. I think she thought she knew me, but (of course) had never
seen me looking quite like this. "Your card may need a wipe," she said,
removing it from the card reader and wiped it with a damp cloth. She
looked at the name on it before reinserting it. "Try again," she said
smiling in a friendly way, now she knew who I was. Fortunately, the card
worked OK this time. "Sometimes you just have to give it a rub," she
said. There was a little glint in her eye. But, of course, the part I
needed to rub was for the time being unavailable. No rubbing that until I
got the right key.
I went to the supermarket again on Saturday morning. Alice wasn't at the
till but as I was paying I saw she was waiting for me. She was wearing a
close-fitting trouser suit. "I'm working a split shift today," she
explained. "I saw you in the store just before my break and hoped to
catch you. Shall we go for go for a coffee."
There was a caf? bar close to the supermarket. We found a table and Alice
sat next to me. "It looks as if things have changed while I've been
away," she said. I looked her in the eyes. "I went to live with my boy-
friend, but it didn't work out," she explained, "so now I'm back at home
with my Mum. But what's happened to you?"
Alice's fingers traced the outline of a suspender clasp through my skirt.
"Now why am I not surprised you're wearing stockings?" she giggled. "You
were always trying to get me to wear them, and as you probably remember,
I did sometimes. If you put your hand up my skirt and found bare flesh
above stocking tops, you used to get rather excited, didn't you? I'd like
to put my hand up your skirt, but this is not the place.
I explained my predicament. How I had really no alternative after I had
been tricked into having large breast forms permanently attached and not
having the right key for the chastity device. "It was only meant to be
for Halloween," I said. "I just hope it will be sorted out on Monday."
I didn't explain that it was only the key that was the real problem. I
was beginning to like having breasts. I was quite used to wearing women's
clothes in the privacy of my home. And now circumstances had forced me to
wear female clothing in public. But I hadn't been able to get an erection
since Thursday morning, let alone have the pleasure of climaxing.
Alice said she was sorry about my problems. "I'm not working tomorrow,"
she said. "Why don't I come round to your place to try and give you a bit
of comfort?" I smiled. I could do with a bit of comforting. "Why don't
you go back in the supermarket and get a 'meal for two'," she suggested.
"We've got some good deals on at the moment."
So that is what I did. On the Saturday evening I ate alone, feeling a
little lonely and sorry for myself. After all, once I had finished
shopping on Saturday mornings, I could usually spend the rest of each
weekend enjoying all the sensations of wearing a skirt, knickers and
stockings. I'm sure you understand what sensations I'm referring to. But
at least I was going to see Alice the following day.
On Sunday morning I shaved my legs and pubes again as best as I could,
and dressed to look my best. Alice arrived (wearing her trouser suit
again) and I started cooking the meal. She poured us each a glass of
wine. "You look very pretty," she said. "Have you got a lot of clothes?"
We went to the bedroom, and I showed her my skirts and dresses in the
wardrobe. "And what about lingerie?" she asked, opening some drawers as
she did so. "I see you have plenty of knickers," she laughed.
She discovered the box containing the cock dildo (I'd stored it in my
underwear drawer). "Ooh," she said. "Maybe I'll need to use this later if
there isn't a real one available."
But at this point the buzzer sounded on the oven timer. We went back to
the kitchen/diner to have our supermarket special meal.
After eating we sat on the settee an Alice's fingers started inching up
my skirt. As she stroked the flesh above my stocking-tops, I really
wished that she would have been able to find a hard cock inside my
knickers instead of a lump of plastic and a padlock. "Get your skirt and
top off," she instructed. "Let's have a look at your little problems"
She suggested she could try and remove the padlock using a hacksaw or an
electric drill, but I wasn't keen. There was too much risk to a vital
part of my anatomy if anything went wrong. "Well. It looks as if I'll
have to use your dildo if I want any satisfaction," she said and went to
fetch it. "You'll just have to watch," she said as she unfastened her
trousers and pulled them down to her ankles. She pulled her knickers down
as well and let me admire her clean-shaven pubes. She picked up the
dildo. "I guess it will need a bit of lubrication." she said as she
started to lick it. She put it into her mouth and pretended it was a real
cock, sucking and slurping and taking more and more of it into her mouth.
I was surprised to see that almost all of the dildo disappeared into her
mouth. There was a transient painful moment when my cock tried to
stiffen. She removed the dildo from her mouth. "I bet you wish this was
your cock," she said. Then she started pushing it into her cunt. In and
out, with more of the length penetrating her each time.
Look, I've got balls she giggled as the shaft of the dildo was completely
inserted. She then proceeded to pull her knickers back up and then her
trousers. Once these tight-fitting trousers were fastened, the dildo
would not be able to slide out of her cunt. She took a few steps round
the room with a few "Oohs" and little squeals of delight. "It's a
fantastic sensation," she gasped, "walking about with a hard cock inside
me."
After a few minutes she dropped her trousers again and pulled down her
knickers. She removed the dildo. "Oh dear," she said. "It needs
cleaning." She held the dildo by its balls and positioned it close to my
mouth.
I parted my lips. and she gently pushed the dildo between them. Once my
mouth closed around the dildo, she let go of it. I could taste her
juices. I held the dildo balls and pushed the dildo more into my mouth.
Meanwhile she sat on the settee watching, pleasuring herself with her
fingers. I stopped pushing the dildo when it's knob-end got near to my
throat. "It all needs cleaning," she said. "Right up to the balls". I had
to overcome the strong gagging feeling but finally managed to take the
full length of the dildo into my mouth. The knob-end was now pushing down
my throat. I had to remove it before I choked.
"Well done, darling," giggled Alice. "You're sucking cock like a real
girl."
I checked the dildo. Yes, there was lipstick on the balls. And it was the
same shade that I was wearing.
Alice dressed herself properly again. "Thank you, darling," she said. "It
was a lovely meal and I enjoyed having fun with your cock dildo. I'm
really sorry for your enforced chastity. It must be very frustrating for
you. I hope to come and see you again when you're free."
There was a little emphasis on the word "free". I understood what she
meant. I hoped that it would be very soon.
Alone once again, I was feeling rather sorry for myself. I had been
tricked and trapped. I was missing one of the key sensations of wearing
silky knickers. I was unable to handle my cock.
But at least I had had the pleasure of being with Alice again. Of
watching her pleasuring herself in front of me. And she had given me some
valuable cock-sucking practice. I was now more confident that I would be
rewarded with the means to release my cock from the device.
I tried to think about the positive aspects as I tried to get to sleep.
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