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It seems like a divine plan II
"WTF just happened? What was that? It should have been a grand
embarrassment and then sayonara," A turned on Toby thought to himself.
Chuck had answered his doubts with, "Be a brave sissy. It's not so hard;
no one but Kelly will see those gorgeous legs enshrined in your oh-so-
soft and supple pantyhose. And, yes, the toenail polish is necessary. You
do not want to leave room for doubt. You will demonstrate to your hateful
wife that you can no longer control the urges that have welled up in your
sissy self," Chuck reaffirmed Toby's deception.
"Cut that gay crap out, Chuck. It's not funny," Toby had responded but
felt Chuck was correct. He did want to be shod of Kelly.
"I wasn't being funny, Toby. Your legs are sexy. Man or woman, you have
sexy legs. It is an observation, nothing more," Chuck retorted.
The male clothes were ripped away unceremoniously. Kelly replaced them
with a simple dress that fluttered down over his smooth skin. Toby
thought he needed to play along to get her acquiescence for the desired
divorce. He was standing in their master bedroom, with fledgling feminine
dress, including high heels and nothing male on his body. The only saving
grace was that the four-inch heels hid the toenail polish that was
mocking his maleness.
Kelly was a knockout. Toby was not strong-willed. Her reaction and
demonstrated authoritarian manner that exuded from this situation threw
Toby for a loop. Suddenly he was dressed minimally as a complete female,
and led to his punishment. He was supposed to be asked to leave.
And then he was brought down onto Kelly's sex, and instructed to lap
"like a bitch in heat," she had told him as strange foreign clothes sent
different signals to his addled brain. His hands were stretched out on
her sculpted thighs--palms in contact with her stocking tops. Her sex was
hot and juicy in anticipation. Nothing for it, he started lapping at his
nemesis's perfect labia.
The reaction he got was something he had not felt before. Kelly relaxed
utterly with his first solid lick. The tentative exploring and
uncertainty of the moment had excited his wife. Closing his eyes, he felt
her react to every invading rasping with his tongue. Strangely he was in
control. Kelly became helpless as he played her like an instrument.
Five orgasms, the smell of wanton lust, and strange new textile niceties
made Toby quite inebriated with lust and desire. His only thought was she
was going to miss this. I'm going out with a bang, he decided as he
doubled down on her tender and sensitive nether regions. Kelly exploded
with her sixth orgasm.
She could not talk for the excitement she felt. She was basking in
multiple orgasms. When she regained her composure, she confused the hell
out of Toby.
"What do you mean? Bring you the sewing scissors? Toby asked with great
trepidation.
"As I said, bring me the sewing scissors; Kelly wanted to establish
dominance. Toby was a bright little sissy, but his education in all
things feminine was lacking.
"Do you still like girls, or have you transversed to the other side?"
Kelly asked with all sincerity.
"This has been a misunderstanding," Toby tried to gain relief from his
difficult situation.
"How so,?" Kelly was curious.
"My legs were shaved and such, so I just wanted to see what they looked
like in pantyhose," Toby said, feeling lamer as the words escaped his
mouth.
"Come on, Toby; you wanted me to find out," Kelly said with certainty.
It was hard to think with the pent-up urges his recent actions had caused
his wife and, consequently him. Kelly was looking at him with a mocking
aura. Toby did not understand and waited for her to reveal her logic.
"Your belt buckle," Kelly stated.
"?"
"You can hear that thing a mile away. You were up here taking your pants
off at least four times before I "discovered" you by supposed accident,"
Kelly had him.
"Get me the scissors, now," Kelly commanded.
His wife is not dumb, that is for sure. It was part of what attracted him
to her in the first place. Toby had his standards, but looks were
fleeting. He liked intelligent women. When all else goes away, there is
still an intelligent conversation to be had.
Many thoughts went through his head as he went to bring the requested
implement. Why did she want scissors was one of them.
"Stay very still. I don't want to ruin your pantyhose," Kelly instructed.
It was not his pantyhose Toby was worried about. Kelly was cutting
something away at a most delicate intersection. When she finished her
craft, Kelly quickly moved Toby's panties aside and released his massive
erection.
"Oh good, you still like girls," Kelly said as she pulled his sack
outside of the pantyhose also. This effectively created pressure around
her sissy's shaft that would elongate the time his blood-filled penis
would stay hard. Toby was powerless to resist.
Kelly assumed her position and was rogered by a confused Toby for much
longer than he thought possible. All the time everything was covered by
his dress. His pantyhose-covered legs were eventually brought into his
sight when Kelly repositioned them so that Toby's legs were spread as if
he was being fucked. She had to clamp down on her sissies's penis to make
him go over the edge. The extra pressure on her vagina's walls was very
stimulating. Toby came like never before.
"Do you have the nail polish you used on your toenails?" Kelly asked.
Toby could only nod in the affirmative. He had not caught his breath yet.
"Do your fingernails and start cleaning the kitchen, you damn sissy,"
Kelly commanded but was smiling. She looked angry but was smiling. She
intended Toby to prove his sissy standing before she divorced him.
Her loin was still quivering. The soft materials rubbing her thighs added
so much to the exquisite newfound control her confused sissy brought to
the bedroom. Tabby was an improvement over the hairy stud she had
married. His stiff pleasure rod was impressive, and his body hair removal
erased all the macho bullshit. Encapsulated further down the rabbit hole,
nail polish, and pantyhose closed all doors back to his male bravado.
"I'll bet Tabby does the dishes correctly," Kelly said as she grabbed her
favorite wine and watched her house sissy float around the kitchen.
Kelly sat in the chair just outside the kitchen. The cream-colored satin
robe looks enticing on her fit body. The glow of fantastic sex was an
aura to her new existence. She marveled at how quickly things could
change. Tabby would look up at Kelly occasionally and look back down
submissively as she returned to her task.
This situation was crazy. Toby expected to pack his bags and throw the
pantyhose in the garbage can on the way out. Cleaning the kitchen in his
present state after the best sex he and his wife had ever had, was making
him confused. He had painted his fingernails after Kelly helped him tuck
his worn-out monster ( he liked to refer to it as such). Toby sat there,
putting pressure on his penis. It was now folded back between his legs
and holding his testicles inside his body. His crossed legs looked too
authentic for his liking. Crossed legs and sitting at the round table in
his dress, Toby was detached mentally as he carefully painted his
fingernails.
Blowing on the quick dry polish, he felt so feminine. The course of
action he took was going to be a longer journey than he had planned.
While his latest embellishment dried, Toby watched Kelly emptying his
underwear drawer into a laundry basket. She seemed thrilled that many of
her clothes would fit Tabby. Did Kelly think she could cure him by making
him overloaded with femininity? He assumed that was what she was doing.
Standing at the dresser with the empty drawer waiting to receive many of
her slightly larger underthings, Kelly liked Taby spelled with two "b's".
Or maybe it should be "Tabbi," thought Kelly.
Later, when Kelly came up behind him while he was doing the dishes after
painting his fingernails, Tabbi was surprised as his wife reached around
and stimulated his nipple. She was rubbing her groin against his ass in a
lued way. He felt so vulnerable as she degraded him sexually as he
performed the mundane task of completing the dinner dishes.
"Maybe dishes is women's work," Kelly started.
"Being so dressed has prompted you to perform the task correctly," Kelly
continued.
She actually made him feel like a woman. Toby was standing at the sink in
pantyhose and tiny lacy panties on high heels and a sheath dress, his
nails painted brightly. Kelly's ministrations were making him vulnerable
and sexually suggestible. What had happened was never part of the plan.
CHAPTER THREE
"Did it work?" Chuck asked with enthusiastic banter.
He was working on the motorcycle engine he was rebuilding.
"Does it look like it worked?" A frustrated Toby asked.
Turning around, Chuck let out a low, slow whistle. Time stood still as he
took in his friend. Long flowing blond hair, full makeup, and what seemed
to be a knockout body stood in his shop. Toby had his hand on his
enhanced hip. The acrylic nails look so natural to how he looked. His
legs were spread in an attempt for some authority but looked oh-so-
feminine. The new earrings captured the light from the mercury lights.
"What the fuck happened?" Chuck wanted, no needed to know.
Tabbi, Kelly had finally settled on the spelling of her sissy's name, was
standing in all her glory in Chuck's shop. The high heels accentuated the
overly feminine legs that transversed up pantyhose-covered thighs under a
short dress that made Toby look every bit the Tabbi Kelly had dictated. A
flat-chested bomb shell was Chuck's impression. He had never been so
turned on in his life.
He was glad that Tabbi did not notice. Her showing up here and
grandstanding her complications made her unaware of what she was doing to
him. Chuck moved in for a closer look. Her scent was intoxicating. The
way she held tight to her over-the-shoulder purse made her look
vulnerable. Her eyes look so large with colorful embellishments. Chuck
was smitten.
"What happened?" an understanding Chuck inquired as he moved to comfort
his upset friend.
Tabbi was in a vulnerable state. Chuck's unexpected hug was unexpectedly
welcome. It felt so good to be held in Chuck's big strong arms. Tabbi was
becoming used to traipsing outside, as no one seemed to mark her, but she
was now a full-time woman. Living the role of a beautiful woman was never
part of her plan.
With hair extensions, multiple ear piercings, complete makeup application
by his own hands, the self-tanning ritual, and constant body hair
removal, Toby had been forced to become Tabbi. And Tabbi was a handsome
woman. Chuck was flummoxed. God, he wanted his way with his good friend
looking like he did.
Chuck was not an idiot. He knew that Tabbi was not ready to experiment,
even though he clearly was trying new things. Tabbi needed reassurance
and nice platitudes. It had been five weeks since all this began. Chuck
was beyond curious as to the fate of their plan. Nothing had prepared him
for the lovely goddess that now stood in his shop, engulfed in his arms.
"What happened?" Chuck repeated in a soft, soothing voice as he clung to
Tabbi.
"She wants to fix me," Tabbi informed Chuck.
"Fix you how?" Chuck inquired.
"She says it is immersion therapy," Tabbi answered.
Still holding Tabbi in a colossal hug, Chuck reared his head back to see
Tabbi's eyes.
"Immersion therapy?" Chuck inquired.
"Yes, and I have a permanent hair removal appointment in three hours,"
Tabbi stated.
"She is taking this seriously, isn't she," Chuck more or less stated.
Tabbi agreed. She felt almost naked as she now understood women's clothes
were very different than men's. The clothes and mannerisms that had been
drilled into her were disturbing. The heels and long hair, coupled with
the purse, made her gait much different than before. She wanted to wait
out the grueling hours in a safe place before anything permanent was
applied to her sissyhood. Everything up until now could be easily
reversed. The pseudo-woman standing in Chuck's shop could be unmade at
the drop of a hat.
Permanent hair removal was something else.
"Not a big deal. In the grand scheme of things, what would it matter?"
Chuck asked.
Tabbi looked on with chargin'.
"Swimmers have no body hair, and your face should not matter. You never
wanted a beard. Not having to shave should be a blessing," Chuck
reasoned.
Tabbi started to be swayed. What Chuck was saying was true. Tabbi was no
longer upset by Kelly's demands. It was no big deal if going into a happy
divorce settlement meant no body or facial hair. Chuck was his anchor. He
was correct. It would seem more feminine not to have body or facial hair,
but it will not make much difference when Tabbi becomes Toby again.
"That gives us time for a movie and lunch," Chuck told the captive in his
hug.
Tabbi agreed, as there was nothing else to do. He was standing in a
public place meeting his friend entirely en femme. Chuck knew the plan.
Hell, he had suggested it. The complications that had occurred were a
surprise to him. The total immersion into womanhood was impressive. His
newfound attraction to his male friend came as a shock.
Chuck knew his friend; he would need to wait for her story to unfold.
Tabbi, the total fox, wanted to tell Chuck how his present predicament
developed, but she was mentally exhausted and guarded due to her
circumstance. The lie that he presented to his wife had spun out of
control. And for the foreseeable future, it would need to be followed to
gain his goal. Tabbi had her eyes on the prize.
He was disturbed as the girth that is Chuck guided him to his car. The
proximity of Chuck was feeling different as of late. Chuck was treating
him as the woman he appeared to be. In public, it would be necessary. A
big handsome dude could not treat a frail-looking fashionista like a male
companion. Toby could be made. The last five weeks were a cram session to
avoid such a catastrophe. Tabbi was resigned to being the female she was
pretending to be. The slight nervousness fit well in her feminine aura. A
pretty woman who seemed not to know she was pretty was always attractive.
Chuck wondered if her slight body gave her the advantage when they played
racquetball.
Once Chuck held out the chair for Tabbi, while half of the upscale
restaurant took notice, Tabbi was about to start up. Chuck was disturbed
by Tabbi's stocking-covered legs. Her small feet disappeared into her
heels so attractively. Something was exciting about a man passing in
public as an attractive woman. He knew Tabbi was a little off-kilter, but
he was becoming inwardly confused himself.
Chuck needed a stiff drink, and he hailed the waitress over.
"A Gin and tonic for me, and the lovely lady here will have a long island
ice tea, please," Chuck ordered for the two of them.
Tabbi didn't pick up on how Chuck treated her like a girl this time. Nor
did she catch his signal to the waitress to make her drink extra strong.
Chuck brought dates to this restaurant to impress and have their guards
let down. His favorite waitress understood a standard double tip for
helping him score with the ladies.
Indeed it is strange; Chuck is admittedly gay. Yet he plays the field
with attractive women. He must have an active imagination, or truly he is
bi.
Tabbi started to vent.
"I'm not blaming you, Chuck, but this route was your idea," Tabbi
started.
The waitress was expedient. Sometimes Chuck would up the tip if his date
became tipsy earlier. The long island ice tea was picture-perfect.
Tabbi's acrylic-enhanced fingernails took the proffered drink. Her smile
was the genuine, practiced smile Kelly taught her.
"Mmmmn," Tabbi let loose as she shook her head slightly after the
confection was sucked up her straw.
She seemed to relax physically with that first drink. Chuck held up his
glass for a toast, more of a salute to his friend's bravado.
"To Tabbi's gonads being bigger than life," Chuck toasted.
She almost lost it, but it struck her funny bone. She raised her glass
and took a powerful draw from her straw. The intake of the alcohol felt
reassuring. Chuck was always good for fun times. Her crossed legs
squeezed in response to her strong drink. It always felt good when her
body responded to how she was dressed. It was a big part of how she came
to be dressed twenty-four-seven. It was more than dressed. It was being a
full-time sissy, maybe even more.
"Tell me what happened. You went back home, and I haven't seen you since.
Suddenly a sexy bombshell is standing behind me, and here we are," Chuck
prompted his friend.
"Kelly wants to fix me. She called it immersion therapy. It was the
strangest thing. Every time I had my head on straight and wanted to stop
what we were doing, Kelly had me doing things sexually that we never did
before. She was going all out," Tabbi told Chuck.
"Like what?" Chuck wanted to know.
"That first night was surreal. I had eaten her to several orgasms and
thought she would surely demand me to leave. Instead, I found myself
ramming her repeatedly while dressed as a sissy," Tabbi told Chuck. It
was scary as she used scissors to set my penis free. But, oh God, she
took us to a different level of sexual bliss. The feelings were all wrong
as she shifted to the outside position. I looked down and saw myself as a
woman. I could not stop raising and lowering myself on her. My dress and
hosiery seemed so different from what was our typical sexual encounter. I
felt I was being fucked. I can't explain it, but that is what I felt,"
Tabbi relayed.
"Afterward, she made me do my fingernails and clean the kitchen. While I
was doing the dishes, she took advantage of me, and I liked it. God help
me, I liked it," Tabbi admitted to Chuck.
"You liked being treated like a sissy?" Chuck wanted to clarify.
"No, well, yes. The clothes and being fucked, or fucking her while
wearing the exotic garments and then being relegated to a servant who
would be taken advantage of, was kinky in a good way," Tabbi tried to
relay. And oh boy, did she take advantage of me that night," Tabbi
recollected.
Seeing Chuck confused, Tabbi tried to make him understand.
"Kelly was always a missionary position kind of girl. Any creativity I
ever brought to the bedroom was often met with disapproval. Suddenly, I
find myself dressed up and banging her or being banged in multiple
positions."
Chuck was getting hot under the collar.
"Where is our waitress?" Chuck changed the subject.
"Veil parmesan and a greek salad for me, chicken florentine for my date.
Another long island and iced tea for me, please," Chuck again took
control as if Tabbi was his date.
"Ok, that is the first night. What happened that you are now basically a
woman?" Chuck asked.
"No, that is not the first night. The nightgown that Kelly put me into
was divine," Tabbi answered.
"The black feathered see-through gauzy number was the replacement for the
sheath dress. Afterward, Kelly took my penis to the task. I felt like a
girl in some porn video. Kelly could not get enough of me in my immersion
therapy. After cumming for the third time that night, I fell asleep in
the most feminine costume imaginable."
"In the morning," Tabbi stopped for her Long Island iced tea. She smacked
her lipstick-adorned lips together due to the satisfaction her drink
caused.
"Yes," Chuck wanted to know.
"It was makeup lessons and deportment; Kelly was determined to fix me,"
Tabbi said.
"After she had demonstrated the techniques for applying makeup, she freed
my penis through my modified pantyhose and gave me a blow job. I never
had one before. Her mouth was warm and moist. She sucked my manhood into
her mouth and swirled her tongue around my needy shaft. Looking down, I
saw my gorgeous wife fellatio, a version of me. I stood there transfixed
as she applied her wares to me. My jism she swallowed and informed me
that that is how it is done," Tabbi said as she took another swig from
her drink.
Chuck was beside himself. He was picturing Tabbi going down on him. He
wanted Tabbi for himself. Somehow he needed to have Kelly sluff him off.
Then he would be free to pursue his wet dream. The slightly tipsy Tabbi
had no idea how good-looking she was. She did understand that she needed
to fix her lipstick. The chicken florentine was marvelous. How many
drinks had she consumed, she wondered.
The movie was playing. Tabbi was slightly out of it. Slight kissing and
her legs being rubbed did not seem out of character. She did feel safe in
Chuck's arms. Not only did her wife make her feel like a woman, but so
did Chuck. Again she squeezed her thighs together, causing a most
pleasant feeling in her nether region.
It was so nice of Chuck to accompany her to the hair removal appointment.
Tabbi was brought out to the waiting area an hour and a half later. Her
pantyhose were in her purse. All of her skin was red and irritated. Her
makeup was a mess. Still, she looked very attractive. Something about her
becoming more feminine through treatments cemented Chuck's desire for
her. Soon this lovely creature would have no body or facial hair. The
skinny little bitch was becoming more feminine by the day.
Back home, a grateful Tabbi wanted to show Chuck her appreciation. A
thirty-eight-year-old wine was on the offering. Two glasses in apiece,
and Tabbi didn't realize she was receiving an expert blow job from Chuck.
She had shown Chuck her higher heels Kelly made her wear at home. When
Chuck stated that she was at home and breaking Kelly's rules, he removed
her "outside" heels and strapped her into the five-inch heels she wears
at home. Something snapped, and he took her lips aggressively. Tabbi was
out of it and vulnerable. She soon found herself on her back with her
penis plunged through her modified pantyhose being sucked by Chuck.
The alcohol had subsided enough that she understood this was wrong. She
and Kelly were still married. The man between her feminized legs was
slurping and sucking for all he was worth. As he grabbed at her
unprotected nipples, all the time swallowing his manhood, Tabbi wanted so
badly to stop his advancements.
Her feet were contracted forward due to his ministrations. Her ultra-high
heels were in danger of being pressed off her lovely feet. The acrylic
nails had engaged Chuck's head as she tried to find the strength to
reject his administration. Tabbi's colossal ejaculation made her efforts
to stop what was happening mute.
Chuck had had his way with her. He had not fucked her, but it was still
technically cheating. You would only need to ask Bill Clinton to have
that truthful answer. Tabbi was the receiver of another beautiful blow
job.
It was so weird when Chuck started to put her penis back where it
belonged. Testies pushed up into their hiding place. Her admirer
satisfactorily cleaned Tabbi's clean penis. Tabbi was what she showed
Kelly what she was. Every day and experience brought her further down the
road to femininity. Chuck and Kelly were getting what they wanted. It was
Tabbi that was not so sure.
Already, she did not have access to her bank accounts.
"Why would you need access to such things"? Kelly demanded.
"You stupid little sissy. I am your guiding light from now on," Kelly
iterated.
All of this became more complicated when Kelly got her sought-after
promotion. Tabbi no longer needed to work. Her immersion therapy demanded
that she let go of her need to keep her word to her employer. Tabbi was
free to be herself.
Sensing something was off. Kelly produced a new aspect of being her
sissy. Her smiling eyes told of something to come. She smiled wildly as
her collosol fiendish plan came to light. Kelly had bought a giant butt
plug. She did not talk about what was about to happen. Instead, she took
Tabbi into her warm, waiting mouth. She started to go to town as Tabbi
enjoyed what she was finally willing to give. In contrast, having her
"vagina" stimulated by the beautiful callous woman that calls herself
Tabbi's wife. Kelly realizes something has gone wrong.
She realizes it as the plastic monster presses at her backside. Kelly is
rocking back and forth as Tabbi comes off the floor in her heels. A giant
butt plug finds its way home. Kelly is so excited for the new invader to
be understood. Tabbi had no idea what to think. Dressed and presenting as
a woman, Kelly has not had any contact with her that was less than
feminine etiquette. Now, a monster of male epitome has been inserted up
her ass.
The perpetual stimulation was going to be hard to take. Every time she
sat down to perform whatever mundane feminine task she needed to fulfill,
Tabbi became more engulfed in her fate. Makeup was very different as her
butt plug played havoc with what she was trying to accomplish.
Kelly was sure she could fix her counterpart. Tabbi was much more
receptive to her kind ministrations than Toby ever was. Kelly was
thrilled with her former husband's transformation into a wanton sex
slave.
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