Lara and Pat
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Aren’t fantasies wonderful? I think so and I will tell you why. Because inside my head I can be anything I want and I can bring anyone along to help support what pleases and arouses me. So how does a fantasy start? Well it could be something absolutely true that you witnessed, were told about, or perhaps read. It might be one little snippet or an entire event.
Now I want to tell you a story, but before I get to the really good parts I want to tell you the true parts. This list is absolutely true and my memory of each bit of it is very clear. So here goes.
True facts:
1. I met my wife Sarah (not her real name but very close) 49 years ago, we were 19 and fell in love very quickly.
She has a s****r Lara (not her actual name, but VERY close) that is 10 years younger (you do the math).
2. When I met her s****r she was a flat chested female, again, you do the math.
3. Two years later I was waiting in a parking space waiting to drive my mother in law, my wife, and Lara home.
4. My mother in law, a wonderful woman who always treated me as f****y, was buying Lara her first bra.
5. They returned to the car, successful in their shopping trip and Lara was so excited that she pulled off her top to try on her
new bra. Be breasts had just budded out, cute little puffy nipples.
Not factual fantasy. Nothing that follows is true or based on any event that happened outside my twisted brain. If you don’t like reading feminization stories move along, there is nothing else to see here. The true events above have sent me down many fantasies, this is one.
I drove 100 miles north to help Lara with a few projects on her home. Lara was living in her parents’ house after they moved to Arizona and she was the least qualified person to ever own a home, but her parents insisted. My wife remained at home because she couldn’t take time off work, “no you go Larry, Lara needs your help and I am just fine here. Well I’d be just fine if my boss wasn’t such a bitch.” She said as she encouraged me to help Lara.
I pulled into the driveway and Lara was dressed in a single piece swim suit and was washing her car along with her friend Pat. Pat, the same age as Lara, had been her best friend since high school and neither was married or dated. And YES, to get it fully disclosed right now, there was a lot of chatter about them being lesbians but there was no supporting evidence so don’t spend time guessing if this is where I am going.
Both of them waved and my cock stirred, Lara was wayyyyy beyond the boobs just budded person mentioned above. I would guess easily a D cup, if not more. She was slender in the waist, but not skinny either. Her hips were wide and her backside gave me wet dreams just thinking about it.
As she waved her breasts swayed seductively and begged me to run up and cup them. “Damn,” I swore to myself, “I promised myself I would not fantasize about her this week.” I shut the car off and slipped on my sun glasses as the sun had just broken out of the clouds in full f***e.
“Get your suit Larry, help us with the car,” Pat said as she picked up a soapy sponge and dribbled soap suds down her cubby legs. “She is the round one of the two,” I thought as I smiled.
“No suit along for this trip,” I said with a big cheesy smile looking at the pair of them and wondering if they really were lesbians or not. “I gotta get my bag, back bedroom like always?” I said as I tripped the trunk lid and raised it up. I was shocked, no suitcase, “I swear I put it in the car,” I thought. “must be in the back seat, all my tools were in the trunk so perhaps I thought better of mixing clothes with tools.”
I opened the back door, cooler full of beer, check, portable radio, check, suitcase, NO! “Shit,” I said aloud just as I felt cold water cascade over me. I turned, Lara had the hose aimed right at me and soaked me from head to foot. “Hey,” I growled, “what the hell is this?”
“Just a little fun Larry, you’ll dry. Grab your clothes and change, we are going out to eat and the reservation is in 1 hour and it takes 20 minutes to get there.” She said as she shut off the hose and her and Pat ran into the house. Lara’s tits bounced like two basketballs in the spandex and Pat’s round ass looked fantastic rolling with her hips.
Now my cock was hard, “FUCK!” I swore as I shut the door. My phone rang, I pulled it off the front seat, it was my wife, “hey babe, yeah I got here okay but, oh you know, left it by the back door. Shit, well I will just come home for the suitcase.”
“Oh don’t do that, I will run it down to the parcel service, it will be there tomorrow, you may just need to go commando in bed, you know how Lara is, nice and neat. Love ya, be cool babe.” And she hung up.
I was soaked to the skin, I was going to need to squeeze the water out of my wallet, my shoes would take days to dry, “Well they are on their own for dinner,” I grumbled and headed for the house.
I kicked my shoes off at the door and shouted out to Lara, “hey you soaked me to the skin…”
Lara came around the corner wearing nothing but a towel, which barely covered her tits. “Here, dry off, where is your bag?”
I forgot the damn thing, you guys are on your own tonight. I’ll grab a shower in the basement and get my clothes hung up to dry.” I said as I headed to the basement. I heard not protest so thought nothing of it. I skinned down leaving my clothes in a wet heap and got into the shower. The warm water felt good and I put my head under it enjoying the sensation of the water pouring over me, “Warm water,” I muttered, “not freezing ass cold water from the hose.”
I head the bathroom door, the shower door was clear glass, I covered my cock even though my back was to the door, “Who is it?” I asked as I looked over my shoulder.
“Just me,” Lara said, “I found you some clothes, they will fit perfectly, not don’t dawdle, we need to get going.”
I figured it was my father in laws clothes, “Fine old man polyester pants and a white belt, hope she brought the white shoes to go with it, probably a flowery shirt to!”
I shut off the water and grabbed a towel near the door and dried off. When I turned to the vanity to comb my hair I saw a pile of clothes. Right on top was a silky white panty, under it a sweater and below that jeans.
“What the fuck,” I cursed, “that little shit is really yanking my chain.”
I stepped out of the bathroom with a towel around me and yelled “Lara very funny! Not going to work!” Before I realized it there was a sound behind me and my towel vanished. I covered myself again and looked behind me, it was both Lara and Pat.
“GET DRESSED,” Pat said in a stern voice, “You know you want to wear them, don’t you?”
I gulped, she was almost scary in a stern woman sort of way, “come on you guys,” I protested, “this isn’t funny.”
Lara stepped up to me and said, “you put on the panties and the other clothes and get your ass up those stairs Missy or I will tell Sarah you made a pass at me, GOT IT!” She snapped and they both ran up the stairs. Lara turned around at the top of the stairs with a very stern look, “Just try me Larry, I’ll bust your ass with Sarah.”
I turned back to the bathroom, “What the fuck did I ever do to her?” I asked myself. I have known her almost all her life and yes there were fantasies but never did I lay a hand on her or say anything that would cause this.
I stood in front of the pile of clothes, “well what the hell,” said under my breath, “they are white and if they would show above the jeans at least they aren’t pink or something.” I looked at the panty as I picked it up, it was so soft and silky and when I unfolded it I noticed a little triangle of lace on each side, “FINE,” I said and put one foot then the other in the panty, half way up my cock was at full attention.
I could not believe this was happening, I’d figure out how to get back at her but I was half scared of Pat from a furious woman standpoint and fully scared that Lara would make something up. My wife and Lara were completely different individuals but one thing they shared in common was a strong personality and determination to get their way. I didn’t know what twisted thing she had in mind but better I do this than start trouble. After all, it was just underwear, right?
As much as I had protested wearing the panties I have to admit that slipping them on was arousing and they were very comfortable once I adjusted my nearly hard cock. I looked over at the mirror, I could plainly see my cock through the pristine white panty, they were not super sheer but in this lighting there was no mystery what lie in these panties.
I turned away determined to get this night out of the way and picked up the sweater, “Oh I don’t fucking believe this,” I muttered. It, like the panties was a woman’s garment. The buttons were on the wrong side and based on the cut of the neckline it was not a man’s cardigan. “Fuck it,” I mumbled and slipped it on. It was a perfect fit and so soft against my skin.
It had a wide V-neck and barely covered my nipples, “shit, these two women are really trying to make a point,” and I had no idea what the point was.
“Hey Missy,” I heard Pat call down the stairs, “are you decent yet? Coming down to see my new best friend,” she said and I heard her on the steps that shared a wall with the bathroom.
I put a foot against the door as I noticed there was no lock on it earlier, “Give me a minute,” said.
“Hurry up sweetie, we have to get going, Lara is just about ready.” Pat said. Then it was stone quiet, I heard some noise in the laundry room on the other side of the steps so assumed she was hanging up my clothes that had vanished while I was in the shower.
I picked up the jeans and the very first thing I noticed was the embellishments on the back pockets. Each pocket had sequins in the shape of a heart with a set of bright red sparkly kiss lips in the middle of the heart.
“No fucking way,” I said but then saw my cock showing through the panties and pulled the jeans on. They were stretchy and when I had them pulled on they looked more like tights than jeans. I pulled the zipper and thankfully they were snug enough to tuck my cock and balls out of sight.
The door to the bathroom swung open and I heard a low wolf whistle. I turned my head and it was Lara with Pat looking right at my ass. “Nice jeans Missy,” Lara said, “I love you in them, hope you like them as much as we do.” And then they both giggled.
“You are not really serious,” I said.
“Yes I am serious, let’s go, we’re in a bit of a hurry.” Lara said as the two of them dashed up the stairs.
I was going to protest about no shoes but figured better let it go, Lara would probably have high heels or something equally stupid. I started up the stairs and was very away of the pressure on my cock with the stretch jeans and my ass felt odd and I realized it was because the jeans were so snug it was holding me all into one lump of flesh.
I got to the top of the stairs and nearly ran into Pat as she was coming around the corner, “We forgot your shoes Missy,” she said and dangled a pair of flat sandals with sparkly straps around the toe area and one that obviously was meant to go around the ankle. “These are soooo sweet,” she said obviously getting a kick out of my discomfort.
“Let’s go,” Lara said as she opened the door and jingled her keys. “You are in front with me Missy,” she said in a sing song voice and she pranced out of the house with her huge tits on display in a skin tight tank top. I could see her bra straps and it took me back to that day in the car when she tried on her first bra. “What a difference time has on events,” I thought as I got into the front seat.
Lara was wearing a skirt and as she got in her legs parted and I could see all the way up. She had white lace panties on under the skirt. The glimpse was brief, but enough to cause me discomfort with a rising cock. “May I ask where you plan to take me dressed like this?” I asked as she backed past my car.
“Don’t be impatient Missy,” she said as she moved off her street onto a busy 4-lane road. The windows were down and as the breeze would blow in the window her skirt would lift giving me a better look at her thighs, no panty peeks but damn this was not good.
We had driven about a mile when she pulled into a fast food drive-up style restaurant and parked. I gulped and signed with relief, “I sure as hell thought your plan was more embarrassing than this,” I said to her.
Oh, this is a trial run, tomorrow we are going to a charity auction by my college sorority, you will go to the highest bidder.
“Bullshit,” I said, “I’ll drive home before I let you lead me around like some sissy, I will not be part of your sorority bullshit auction, besides what is this all about anyway.”
“Well missy, do you remember parking right here when I was 9? Probably not, because it was a clothing store, but right here on this spot you had your eyes all over me when I tried on my first bra,” she seemed furious, “Remember, your eyes in the rear view mirror, staring at my little boobs, and I know what you did in the bathroom when we got home. I heard you, jerking off thinking about touching me, and do you think I don’t notice how you have looked at me ever since? Look at you, you’re half hard right now looking at my legs, well now it is my turn to repay you.” She said with her hand gripping the steering wheel tightly.
I felt flushed, hot in the face. I had no idea she knew I jerked off that day and I tried to be discrete in looking at her. But obviously I had not been as subtle as I thought.
“Your car keys are hid as are your clothes and don’t even think you are going to leave the property or get that suitcase Sarah is sending you. You are mine Missy, I will make you into a woman for the auction and you will LOVE IT!”
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