In the dead of night, I waken, or think I do, seeing her
shape, I think, hovering over me, a spirit I dream of often even after all this
time, lips so red I suspect she has dipped them in blood, maybe mine, with
fingernails to match as if in the throes of passion, she has scratched my chest,
my face or back.
I see, I think, her dressed in white, a sprite, whose open
buttons show the bulge of her breasts, that slope over, which I run my fingers
over them, or tongue, pinching the typs until stiff enough for me to sip.
I do not recall the flavor, only the texture on my tongue,
rippled like gravel except for the very sip which my lips encircle, be this
dream or not, I still live it, waking to the illusion that it might just be
real.
(note: I've fallen in with a group of writers specializing in feminizing fiction)
“Honey, what’s this?” Dan said, holding up the hanger containing
a dress.
Beth, his wife, sat on the couch, fiddling with her phone.
“What does it look like?” she asked, not looking up.
“It looks like a dress,” Dan said.
“Bingo!” Beth said, still not looking up. “What’s the
matter, don’t you like it?”
Dan looked a little doubtful. “Well, it looks a little too
slutty to wear to a wedding.”
“It’s not for the wedding, it’s for a bachelor party,” Beth
said.
“You’re going to wear this to Mike’s bachelor party.
“I’m not,” Beth said, glancing at Dan for the first time, “You
are.”
“Me?”
“Mira found out that the boys are going to hire a stripper
for Mike’s bachelor party.”
“That’s pretty typical,” Dan said. “But what does that have
to do with me wearing this dress?”
“Mira and I have arranged for you to fill in for the
stripper.”
“What?”
“You’re the only one we trust.”
“What about actually getting a woman to fill in,” Dan said.
“We thought about that. But even then, you know how Mike is,
we need to avoid temptation. His friends can be very persuasive, and the last thing
Mira needs have her new husband cheating on her from the start.”
“But me? Are you crazy?”
“It makes perfect sense,” Beth said. “You’re small for a man
and have feminine features.”
“And I’m someone Mike knows. He’d recognize me in a heartbeat.”
“Not if we fix you up right.”
“That’s nonsense. Even if you and our daughter could pass me
off as a girl, I don’t know the first thing about striping, other than what I’ve
seen in movies.”
“Mira can teach you,” Beth said. “She did a little striping
to pay her way through college.”
“It still doesn’t make any sense. The moment I strip down to
my skivvies my cock will give the game away.”
Beth giggled. “We could help with that, too. It’s not so big.
We could tuck it away. Besides, nobody expects you to get completely naked, and
if they do happen to find out that you’re a man, the joke will be on them and
it’ll be too late for them to get a real girl.”
“They would murder me,” Dan said.
“Don’t you love your daughter?”
“Of course, I love her. Why would you say that?”
“Because if you don’t do this, her marriage might end before
it even gets started. If you want to see her happily married to mike, then you
need to do this.”
“You two are putting me in a very awkward position,” Dan
said.
“If you do this, there may be some unexpected reward for you
later,” Beth said with a suggestive look in her eyes. “Please, Dan. If you love
me, you’ll do this.”
Dan took a deep breath.
“I know I’m going to live to regret this,” he mumbled. “I’ll
do it. For you. And for our daughter’s future happiness.”
“Wonderful!” Beth exclaimed. “I’ll let Mira know. We don’t
have any time to lose.”
----
Not wasting time meant starting immediately.
Mira rushed over carrying an assortment of bags as well as
her makeup kit and set up shop in the master bedroom, laying everything out on
the bed. – some of which seemed to surprise Dan.
“This looks like a lot more than just wearing a dress,” he
said.
“Of course,” Beth said, seated up near the top of the bed.
“Relax, Dad,” Mira said. “I know what I’m doing.”
“But all this…”
“It’s essential,” Mira told him. “You’re going to arrive
wearing one dress, but you’ll be changing costumes for most of the party. As a
striper, you will be expected to put on a show – and many of those outfits will
be far more provocative.”
“More provocative than this?” Dan said, indicating the
original dress.
“Yes, Daddy, it’s a tease,” Mira said. “You want to go in
looking good so the men will want to see even more of you.”
“Let’s hope they don’t see too much,” Dan joked.
“That’s why we have this,” Mira said, picking up a small
pink plastic box from the bed.
“What the fuck is that?”
“It’s a chastity cage, daddy,” Mira said.
“If you get hard during this, the game is all over.”
Dan blushed. “What makes you think I’ll get hard?”
“You will,” Beth said looking over at him. “You’re starting
to get hard even thinking about it. Besides, you never know what turn a man on.
The clothing will feel great on you, and it will have an effect, whether you
want it or not.”
“Mother will you do the honors,” Mira said, handing the cage
to Beth.
“Now?” Dan said. “You want to put that thing on me now?”
“The sooner the better,” Mira said. “You’ll need to get used
to it.”
“But how will I have sex with your mother with this thing on
me?” Dan asked.
“No sex,” Beth said. “Not until after the wedding.”
“That’s almost two weeks away,” Dan said. “And the bachelor
party is even sooner than that.”
“We’re going to keep your dick locked up as insurance
against you trying to back out of this,” Beth said.
“But the party will be over a week before the wedding,” Dan
said. “Why do I need to wear this torture device for an extra week?”
“To spice up our love life,” Beth said. “I’ve never denied
you sex before, but I’m sort of turned on by this, and who knows denying you
might make you an even better lover, especially when it comes to oral sex.”
“I hope you realize you’re saying all this in front of our
daughter,” Dan said.
“Oh daddy, don’t be silly,” Mira said. “None of this is new
to me.”
Dan’s
expression soured. “Don’t tell me you’re no longer a virgin,” he said
“Stop with the small talk,” Beth said. Let’s get started.
Dan you have to strip!”
Dan complied.
“Cage first, then the panties,” Mira said, staring down at
Dan’s exposed cock. “Boy, Day, I never realized how small you are. It’s a
wonder I ever got born.”
“Stop with the cheap jokes and get on with this,” Dan
growled.
“Who’s joking,” Mira said, as Beth grabbed Dan’s cock,
pushed it into the cage, closed the door and locked it, keeping one the keys
and giving the other to their daughter.
‘Why does our daughter get one of the keys?” dan asked.
Beth blinked at him innocently.
“In case I lose mine,” she said. “You wouldn’t want to be
locked up like that forever, would you?”
‘Panties next,” Mira announced, holding out a pair of
crimson panties with pale flower weaving.
“If I’m not going to strip naked when I get there, why do I
need these?” Dan asked.
“For several reasons,” Mira said. ‘We need you to feel as
much like a woman as humanly possible, and the panties will help keep the cage
hidden.”
‘You are not to remove your panties unless you have no other
choice,” Beth said.
“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” Dan asked.
“It means situations like this have a tendency to spin out of
control,” Beth said. “We need you to focus on our objective here which is to
keep Mira’s future husband from fucking another woman. We expect you to do
anything to keep him from doing that.”
“This next,” Beth said, holding up a crimson bra, while Mira
came up with a pair of fake boobs and a bottle of glue with which to attach
them to Dan’s chest.
“You’re going to glue them to me?” Dan said, looking
horrified.
“No striper worth her salt is flat chested,” Mira said. “If
we had more time, we’d make you grow your own.”
“You can do that?”
“With enough hormones,” Mira said. “But that would take
months if not years. This will have to do for now.”
“So how do I get them off,” Dan said tugging on one of them.
“They seem pretty secure.”
“They better be secure,” Mira said. “You don’t want to have
a tit fall off in the middle of a lap dance.”
“Don’t worry, honey,” Beth assured Dan. “The glue isn’t
permanent. They’ll come off on their own given time. But you will have to
endure them until after the wedding.
“I’ll look like…” Dan sputtered
“You’ll look sexy,” Beth said, slowly licking her lips, “And
I wouldn’t mind sucking on them a little while we make love.”
Mira put the bra on Dan then stepped back to examine it.
“You’re not too big,” she said. “Just big enough to have
some cleavage, which you will need for several of your outfits.”
“Why do I need more than one outfit?” Dan asked.
“I told you, Daddy,” Mira said. “This is a bachelor party. They
think they hired a striper and will expect to get a full show – that means
changes of costume to fit each new theme.”
“What kind of themes?”
“The one I like best is the sexy nun,” Beth said. “Mira
likes the schoolgirl outfit, which explains a lot of things about her when she
was young.”
“When you arrive at the party, you will be wearing pantyhose,”
Mira said. “But we won’t put those on you until we get rid of all your hair. We’ll
do some of that with hair remover in the shower, the rest when we get you a
waxing at the salon.”
“Salon?”
“For the finishing touches,” Beth explained. “There is only
so much Mia can do for you here. We need you to look fabulous. So, a day or so
before the party will take you to the salon where you will get a complete
makeover, from the top of your head to your toes..”
“Makeover. How?”
“You’ll see,” Beth said. “Put on the dress.”
In the mirror, the reflection showed the impact of the
changes, the lift of the breasts, even the naked legs.
‘I’m going to make you up now so we can get a better idea of
how you’ll look,” Mira said. “You’ll get the whole shebang at the salon later.”
Even then, Mira had to pluck his eyebrows to make them look
feminine. Then, she fattened his eyelashes, added eyeliner and pink eye shadow,
and finally, glowing pink, almost dayglow lipstick until he looked something like
a Barby Doll.
“You’re going to have slutty red lipstick when you go to the
party,” Beth said. “It is what horny men will expect.”
“This is just to let you get used to wearing it,” Mira said.
“You need to feel how it feels, which means from this moment on, you have to
stay like this, made up and dressed like a girl.”
“I never agreed to that,” Dan said, sharply.
“You agreed to help us, and it’s the same thing,” Beth said.
“What about my job? I can’t go to work looking like this.”
“Take a leave of absence until after the wedding,” Beth said
“Now stop making a fuss. There are other things we need to teach you and we’re
running out of time.”
“For one thing, you’re going to need to know how to apply
your own makeup.”
“I thought the salon would take care of that,” Dan said.
“Yes, yes, but things happen, and you will need to make
adjustments along the way, such as fixing your lipstick if it gets smudged for
some reason.”
“Okay, okay, I get it,” Dan grumbled. “What else?”
“You’re going to need some strategies as what to do if
things get hot and heavy,” Beth said.
“What do you mean?”
“These are going to be very manly men, who will respond to
your teasing them, especially when you’re giving them a lap dance.”
“A lap dance, are you crazy?”
“It will be expected and you better know how or they might
suspect you’re not what you say you are,” Beth said.
“I don’t know how,” Dan said.
“Mira will teach you the basics,” Beth said. “After that,
you’ll have to play it by ear. Mira, Show him.”
“Sit over there in that chair,” Mira ordered, pointing to an
armless chair in the corner, while sue unbuttoned her blouse and took it off,
then her skirt, leaving her with only panties and bra.
“What the hell are you doing?” Dan asked.
“This is how you’ll likely look when you start the lap dance,
just a bra and panties. So, you need to see how it will look and now how it
feels when you give one to a man.”
“You’re going to give me a lap dance?”
“As a distraction,” Beth said. “With your cock in that cage,
it won’t have the same effect as it will on those men You’re safe here, far
safer than you will be when you’re in the club for those men.”
Mira turned her back to Dan, wiggling her butt, which she
lowered into his lap where she wiggled it more. Even with the cage, Dan
reacted, drawing pain at the restriction, although his face showed another more
moved expression. Mira continued to gyrate until she was sure he got it, then
got off him.
“What if the men get fresh?” Dan asked.
“You can bet they will,” Beth said. “But don’t overreact.
You can’t just slap their hands away. They will want what they paid for, and
they’ll got as far as they can.”
“How far is that?”
“If left up to them, all the way,” Mira said. “But you won’t
want it to get that far and let them find out that you’re a fake.”
“So how do I discourage them?” Dan asked.
“You don’t,” Beth said. “You distract them.”
“How?”
“Kiss them, neck with them, let them feel up your tits,”
Mira said.
“That sounds like it might make things worse.”
“In that case, you might give them a hand job,” Mira said.
“Are you both out of your minds?” Dan growled.
“Don’t tell me you don’t know how to give a hand job,” Beth
said. “I’ve seen you jerking off to porno more than once.”
“But it’s a little different when a girl does it to a guy,
Daddy,” Mira said, “You should know how a woman does it just in case.”
Mira picked up a dildo that looked like a giant cock,
complete with plastic testicles.
“What the…”
“Pay attention, Daddy,” Mira said, taking one of his hands
and wrapping it around the base of the cock. “This could keep you from getting raped.”
“Raped?”
“You’re going to be in a room filled with drunk and horny
men,” Beth said. “Most will go there expecting to get some kind of sex, and you’ll
be lucky if this is all you have to do before the night is over.”
“This is more than just dressing up,” Dan said, sounding
angry.
“You agreed to do it,” Beth said.
“I didn’t know what I was getting into.”
“None the less, you consented,” Mira said. “Let’s show you
how to give a hand job the way a woman would. If you make a man cum, it might keep
him from asking for more later and want you to go further.”
“What do you mean further?”
“Pay attention, Daddy,” Mira said sharply, then guided his hand
along the shaft. “You may need to spit on it to keep the cock moist. Too much
friction is not good, Why don’t you spit on the cock now, Daddy.”
Reluctantly, Dan did.
“Now stroke it, up from the bottom, slowly at first, then
gradually faster and as the man reacts, faster still, furious. The idea is to
make him cum as fast as possible, so you don’t have to keep doing it. You want
to make him cum in your hand. Then eat it.”
“What?”
“A striper is expected to swallow,” Beth said matter of
factly.
“Of course, not all men will be satisfied with just a hand
job,” Mira said.
“My God,” Dan groaned. “Are you telling me…”
“This is only if things get too hot,” Mira said. “Most men
will be happy with a blow job. For many men that’s all they want and so they
won’t want to fuck you.”
“I’ve never given a blow job in my life,” Dan said. “I don’
plan to do so now.”
“You’re do whatever is necessary to save our daughter’s
marriage,” Beth said sternly. “If you have to blow someone, you’ll do it. I don’t
care if you have to give blow jobs to every man in the room if that’s what it
takes.”
“I told you, I don’t know how.”
“Then you weren’t paying attention all those times I blew
you,” Beth said. “That’s a real complement by the way.”
“I was too busy enjoying it to admire the technique,” Dan
countered.
“Well, you’re going to learn how now, Daddy,” Mira said. “I’ll
show you on the dildo, and then you will show me you doing it.”
Mira held the plastic dick up to her lips, licked the tip of
it, then ran her tongue down the length of the cock to the balls.
“You always want to tease the man, “Beth said “You need to
make sure to keep him hard. You want his cock quivering in anticipation. Then,
when you think he can’t stand any more, you take the cock into your mouth –
like Mira is doing, slowly at first, an inch at a time. You want to make him
feel as if his cock is in a pussy.”
Mira demonstrated, her painted lips leaving a slight trail
of pink along the side of the cock.
“When the time comes, you want to take all of the cock into
your mouth, as deep as you can, even if you gag, you keep going,” Beth said. “At
some point, he may grab the sides of our head and use your face, fucking your
face hard, this usually happens when he’s very close to cumming. When he does,
you swallow. All good sissies swallow the cum.”
Mira removed the cock from her mouth.
“Did you get all that, Daddy?”
“Yes,” Dan said, weakly.
“Unfortunately, not every man will be happy with just a blow
job,” Beth said. “Then, you’re going to have to give him something closer to
what he really wants. This is a case of last resort. But since you don’t have a
pussy to offer him, you’ll have to let him fuck you in the ass.”
“No way! I’m not going to do that!” Dan shouted.
“You’ve come this far, you might as well go all the way,”
Beth said. “After all, how much worse can this be?”
“Far worse,” Dan said, and rose from the chair.
“Sit down,” Beth said sternly. “I’m not going to let you
break up this family because you’re a little squeamish.”
“But you’ve taken this too far.”
“Be quiet. Mira will do it to you so you know how it feels when
they do it to you later,” Beth said. “We all hope it doesn’t have to come to
this, but if it does, you’ll need to be prepared. Now get up, bend over the bed
with your ass sticking out.”
Mira put on a harness, then attached the dildo to it. It
looked as if she had a huge dick.
“I’m going to show you how it ought to be done,” Mira said. “But
be assured, these men will be ruthless so you’d better lube yourself up throughout
the night.”
“When we’re done with you here we’ll install a plug in your
ass to keep your stretched out,” Beth said. “You must keep it in you until the
night of the party for your own protection.”
Mira squeezed liquid out of the tube, then applied it to the
area of Dan’s ass hole.
“How does it feel, Daddy?”
“Odd, but not painful.”
“There will be pain, at first,” Mira said, inserting a
forefinger into the hole. “But once you get passed the pain, you will feel real
pleasure, an orgasm more like a woman’s than anything you got with your dick, coming
from your prostate, and your sissy pussy.”
Dan gasped when Mira put three fingers into his ass and began
to fuck him, slow, then fast, then faster.
“I’m going to put the cock in you, Daddy, don’t tense up.”
Even with the warning, Dan moaned loudly when the fake cock
entered him, not all the way, not at first, gradually filling him up, and then
Mira began to pump, harder, faster, almost brutal until finally, Dan cried out
and shook with an orgasm the like of which he had never experienced before.
“I hope I didn’t hurt you, Daddy,” Mira said as she withdrew
the cock from out of his ass. “I hope you really enjoyed it, as my small thanks
for all you’re doing to save my marriage, for me and my future husband.”
“For all of us,” Beth said. “That covers most of it. I hope
you’ve taken notes.
----
Now all there was left to do was wait: for the visit to the
salon, for the party, for the marriage ceremony after that after which Dan
would get set free.
Beth had a hectic schedule that kept her busy from dawn to
dusk, and with the wedding looming, she had no time to do traditional
housework.
So, the next day after Dan’s lessons, Beth pulled him aside
to ask him another favor.
“Don’t you think one is enough?” Dan said, only half joking.
“This is not like that,” Beth said. “I’m so caught up with the
wedding, I’ve let so many other things slide. I have no time or energy for
household chores, and I’ve been thinking, since you’re already on leave of
absence, maybe you could help out and do some of these chores instead.
It sounded so reasonable, Dan could not refuse.
“What do you need me to do?”
“Cleaning, laundry, cooking – I can’t remember the last time
I’ve had a home cooked meal. And anything else I can think of.”
“Absolutely,” Dan said.
“One more thing,” Beth said. “Since you’ve got to wear a
dress all the time anyway, you could wear this while you’re doing the chores?”
She produced a French Maid outfit, complete all the way down
to the shoes.
---
Salon day came.
Mira came to the house to help dress Dan.
“We want you to look extra special today,” Beth said, “So
when you look in the mirror after all is said and done, you will feel like a
real woman. None of this will work unless you feel that way inside and out.”
The salon girls rallied around Dan, taking their cue from Beth
and Mira as to how he should look.
“The sluttier the better,” Beth told him. “He is going to become
the center piece of a bachelor party.’
This delighted the girls, and Dan found them flocking around
him, doing his toenails nis fingernails, his face. As Mira had predicted,
everything on him got painted cherry red, lips, fingernails, eye shadow,
matching the outfit he had worn to the mall, and one he would initially wear
when he arrived at the party.
The waxing hurt, but Beth assured him it was necessary.
“We need you to be as smooth as possible when you rub against
all those horny men,” she told him.
Dan, of course, did not look like Dan when the girls were
done, stunning, perhaps too much so. Everybody stopped and stared at him as
Beth led him though the mall and back to the car. Mira did not join them,
claiming she had another Salon appointment to keep, but would catch up with
them later.
“You’re so beautiful I would want to fuck you if I was a
man,” Beth told Dan on the ride home.
“Maybe you’ll remember hat when the wedding is over and I
get back to being my old self,” Dan said.
“I wish you didn’t have to go back,” Beth said.
“Why?”
“I mean, I really, really love the way you are right now,”
she said.
“You’re talking nonsense, Beth,” Dan said. “We have lives to
live that aren’t this. I’m doing you and Mira a favor after which all this is
over. Do you understand me?”
“We’ll see,” Beth said, then fell silent.
Back home, she told Dan to change back to his maid outfit.
“You still have shores to do,” she said. “Maybe later, I’ll
let our rub my feet while I watch TV.”
---
When the fateful day came, Mira was not around to help Dan
pack up the things he needed for the party.
“She has other things to do,” Beth assured Dan. “She’ll pop
up at some point, don’t worry.
Beth helped Dan out to the car since – despite a lot of
practice – he still found it difficult to navigate in the extreme high heels Beth
required him to wear.
She refused to let him drive.
“Text me and I’ll come pick you up,” she said.
On the ride to the venue, Beth expressed to Dan just how enlightening
experience the previous few weeks had been.
“I think after this we’re going to have to make some
changes,” she said.
“What kind of changes?” Dan asked.
“Don’t worry your pretty little head about them now,” she
said. “I want you to concentrate on what you have to do tonight.
“I’m not sure I like what you’re telling me,” Dan said with
an uncomfortable laugh.
“You might have to get used to my telling you things,” Beth
said. “But be assured Darlng, I would never do anything to hurt you. I want
what is best for both of us, and I’m sure you want the same thing.’
At this point, she pulled up to the curb in front of the
venue. Dan stepped out, taking the bag with his clothing changes. She wiggled her
fingers at him and then drove off, looking back at him in the rearview mirror.
He looked remarkable; he looked like a whore.
Careful not to damage his new fingernails, Dan carried his
bag into the club, where loud music and rowdy voices said the party had already
begun without him.
Dan stepped through the door. Ahead of him a striper was
already working the room, dressed and made up just the way Dan was, though a bright
pink instead of slutty red, almost a twin to Dan right down to the blonde wig
and Stellato heals, and a slightly heaver cleavage. The dancer looked vaguely
familiar, currently engaged in giving the men their lap dances and the occasional
hand jobs.
“Mike? Is that really you?” Dan called out.
The stripper stopped, squinted at Dan though the thick array
of extended eyelashes, blushing so deeply even the makeup could not hide his embossment.
“Dan? What the fuck… Why are you here like this.”
“My wife and your future wife told me they didn’t trust you
with a real striper and talked me into taking the striper’s place,” Dan said.
“They said something similar to me,” Mike said. “Mira told
me if I didn’t take the place of the stripper, the wedding is off. So here I am
giving guys blow jobs and lap dances.”
“I think we’ve been had,” Dan said. “What do you say we get
the fuck out of here.”
“Leave my own bachelor party?” Mike said. “I do that and I won’t
have a wife to marry. She made it clear I should stay to the end. And frankly,
I sort of like it. You know all the attention. Some of these guys actually think
I’m a girl.”
“Like it, really?”
“Yes,” Mike said. “I just want to have a good time. And I really
want to give them what they want. We may never get this chance again.”
Dan looked at his future son in law, at a girl that was more
than a girl, and in the mirror, Dan’s reflection showed him as the same,
utterly remarkable.
“There are too many men here for me to tackle alone,” Mike
said. “I would really appreciate if you helped share the load.”
Dan looked thoughtful, an expression reflecting something
Beth had said, about having come this far, and why not go all the way.
Dan sighed, and said, “Where do we start?”
Over the next few hours, Dan and Mike put on a real show pole
dancing and lap dancing and when the time came hand jobs and blow jobs, too –
as they had been instructed to do. At one point, Dan glanced at Mike when they
were both on their knees before two of these strange men, both of them holding
the cock of men neither had ever met before, men the girls had apparently hired
to play this role in the charade.
Dan licked the tip of the cock. It was softer and sweeter
than the hard fake cock he had practiced on, vibrating a little when Dan’s red-nailed
fingers took hold, as he took the cock into his mouth, just a little, the
strange taste of pre-cum and urine mingling in him making the hole thing that
much hotter. Then, he swallowed it, making it go deep down his throat until he
gagged, this man holding the sides of his head so he could fuck Dan’s face, and
when the cum came, it filled Dan, and Dan swallowed it all, just like a good
sissy should.
How many men the two of them services, neither could ever
recall, too much booze, too many hormones, all of it seeping into their
collective memory.
Mike got sodomized first, one guy fucking his ass, while
another had a dick down his throat, pumping him up, going faster and fast until
they both came and cum spilled out despite Mike’s noble effort to swallow it.
Dan got fucked next, one in his ass, the other in his mouth,
while his two hands gave hand jobs to two other men, each man cumming at a slightly
different moment, spilling over Dans wig, face, fake tits, making his
now-smudged cherry red lips glisten not just from this moment but from every cock
all night long.
Then the night got old. The men wandered out. Eventually, Dan
and Mike sat on a small couch alone, each looking at the other, at what mess
each was, yet eyes full of some odd vision.
Then, Dan leaned over, took Mike’s face in his hands, a
tender caress of the cheeks, and then a passionate kiss on the lips, tongue
exploring tough, Dan did not get fresh. Did not seek to feel tits or cock, did
not want anything more that what transpired, the feel of the man who would soon
be his son in law.
“Look at these bitches!” Beth said, having arrived unannounced.
“They been partying all night like little whores,” Mira said.
“They’re all covered in cum.”
“They should be ashamed of themselves,” Beth agreed laughing.
“What do you think we should do with them?” Mira asked.
“I have a few ideas,” Beth said. “But we need to get them
home and cleaned up first.”
“I’m glad you two enjoyed yourselves,” Mira said. “But you’ll
get to relive it when you see the tapes.”
“Tapes?” Dan said.
“You don’t think we set this whole thing up without a way of
documenting it,” Beth said.
“But why?” Dan asked.
“I told you there will be changes,” Beth said. “We now have
both of you exactly where we want you. But come on, we’re wasting time. Let’s get
back home. We’ve bought new French Maid outfits for each of you.”
Martha really did love her husband, George. But not for what
he did in bed.
While he was a kind and caring man, she’d always felt
something odd about him.
He played the role as breadwinner, although she never saw
him as particularly competent Worse, he resisted all her suggestions how to
make things better, insisting she be a housewife and nothing more. This had led
to countless arguments and sometimes thoughts about divorce.
She never mentioned divorce to George. She did love him. She
wanted to avoid hurting him, especially when the kids were still in the house.
But once the kids moved out on their own, and it was just
the two of them again, she started thinking again.
Frustrated, Martha consulted their oldest daughter, Mary, the
most worldly of their three kids.
“I don’t know what to do,” Marha said to Mary a one of their
regular lunches in the mall. “But if I
don’t do something soon, I might come to hate him.”
Mary nodded, having witnessed much of this growing up in the
house.
“Have you thought about counselling?” Mary asked.
“George would never go for that,” Martha said. “He’s just
too traditional.”
Then Mary suggested Martha go to a therapist herself.
“What good would that do?” Martha asked. “He’s the one who
needs help, not me.”
“Maybe there’s a way around that,” Mary said. “I know a
therapist that might help both of you.”
Mary accompanied Martha to Dr. Glenda’s office, a pretty
woman slightly older than Mary, but seemed remarkably wise
“Have you ever heard of a woman-led marriage?” Dr. Glenda
asked.
“No,” Martha admitted. “What is it?”
“It’s when a woman takes charge.”
“My husband would never tolerate that,” Martha laughed.
“He wouldn’t need to know – at least, at first.”
“I wouldn’t want to trick him into anything,” Martha said. “I’m
not sure I could live with that.”
“You would be tricking him for his own good,” Dr. Glenna
said., “And yours. From what you’ve told me, he might be much happier if you
did – not to mention you might finally get the love life you deserve.”
“I doubt I could make him into a better lover,” Martha said.
“I never said he would be the one to satisfy your needs,”
Dr. Glenda said. “That’s the benefit in all this. You’re going to help him
transform into what we all know he really is, and that will set you free to
find pleasure in other men or even women.”
On the surface, Martha was appalled, but deep down, the doctor’s
words had touched something inside her.
“How do we do this?” Martha asked.
“In small increments,” the doctor said. Then Dr. Glenna
retrieved a book from the shelf and slid it across the desk to Martha.
“Read this, it’ll teach you how to do it,” the doctor said. “It’s
all in there.”
-----
On Saturday morning, Martha shouted from kitchen for George.
She had a pattern and the makings of a dress spread out on the table.
George entered from the door leading to the living room. He
looked a bit sleepy and no doubt had nodded out on the couch while watching football
pregame shows.
“What’s up?” he asked.
“It’s this dress,” Martha said. “Mary was supposed to help
me with it, but she’s nowhere to be found.”
“Did you call her?”
“Several times,” Martha said. “I someone to help me fit this
out. I can’t do it by myself.”
“Do you want me to go look for her, she might be down at her
husband’s store.”
“There’s no time,” Martha said. “I have to have this dress
ready by tomorrow. You’re going to have to help me.”
“Sure, how?”
“I need you to put the dress on so I can fix it right.”
George’s face went white.
“You want me to wear a dress?”
“Just so I can fix it,” Martha said. “No one else will see
it, and I’d be very grateful if you did.”
This last she said with a heavy suggestion of a reward later
in the bedroom.
George sighed. “Okay,” he mumbled.
“Oh! Thank you so much,” Martha. “Now strip.”
“Strip?” he said stunned.
“You can’t put a dress on over what you’re wearing, silly.”
George reluctantly removed his shirt, then his pants.
“Keep going,” Martha said. “Take it all off, including your
socks.”
Reluctantly, George complied. Martha giggled as she looked
at his limp cock.
“What are laughing at?” he asked indignantly.
“Nothing really,” she said. “I just forgot how little is.
Now put these one.”
She held out a pair of pink pan ties and a matching bra.
“What the fuck?” George bellowed.
“The dress won’t fit right without the proper under garments,”
Martha said. “Just put them on, then I’ll help you put on these.”
She held up some pantyhose.
“Don’t you think that’s going a little too far?” George
asked.
“Stop complaining,” Martha said. “The sooner you do what I
say, the sooner this will all be over with.”
He clearly didn’t like it, but he did it. That’s when she
came out with the blonde wig.
“Don’t tell me you need that to fit a dress.”
“I need to see how it all comes together on a woman,” she
said, and resigned to his fate, George complied.
“Last but not least,” Martha said, producing a pair of pink
high heels. “And don’t give me lip. I need you in the shoes to see where the
bottom of the dress falls.”
Oddly enough, the shoes fit him. But then Martha had bought
them to fit him.
Just then, the back door opened and their daughter Mary
walked in.
“Better late than never,” Marth said with a wink. “You almost
missed the whole show.”
Mary stared at her father in amazement and disbelief.
“I can’t believe you got him to do it,” Mary said. “He
looked great. He’s much prettier as a woman than he ever was as a man.”
“Okay, you got your giggles,” George said. “Can I get out of
this stuff now?”
“What on earth could you possibly think of for me to wear
now.”
“Makeup,” Mary said. “It would be the finishing touch.”
“Fuck no!”
“George!” Martha scolded. “You promised to help me.”
“But only because Mary wasn’t here, now she is. She can do
this.”
“And waste all the time I’ve been working on you,” Martha
said. “I don’t want to re do everything. Mary put on his makeup. I want the
complete look.”
“And then this will be over?” George asked.
Martha grinned devilishly saying, “Maybe.”
Marty giggled and fetched her make-up kit from the car. She
had done some work at the salon, and clearly knew what she was doing,
decorating his face, plucking his eyebrows before applying extensive mascara,
eye shadow, lash extensions, finishing off with a glazing cherry red lipstick.
“My God,” Martha exclaimed. “You look divine.”
“I think I look slutty,” George said, looking into the mirror
Mary held up.
“Exactly,” Marha said.
“We need to capture this for posterity,” Mary said, taking
out her phone to snap some pictures.
‘No, no, don’t do that!” George said.
But he could not stop her. She even started shooting video.
“Why don’t you pose for us,” Mary suggested. “Show us what
you got, Sissy.”
“No.”
Stop spoiling the fun,” Martha said. “Give us a little sexy
attitude for our film.
“I’m not going there.”
“George!” Martha said crossly. “Do what she says, or we’ll
keep you dressed up like that all night.”
With even greater reluctance, George did what he was told,
responding to suggestions Mary made, full of sexual inuendo. He acted sexy,
even slutty, and then Mary put the phone away.
“Got it!” she told Martha.
“Are we finally through?” the impatient George asked.
“Not quite,” Martha said, suddenly very serious. “We have
just documented you being a silly slut, and you do exactly what we tell you to
do or there will be a lot of people seeing these videos, including your boss,
our minister and anybody else trolling social media.”
“You’re kidding, right?” George said..
“I’ve never been more serious in my life,” Martha said. “From
this moment on, I own you.”
----
In the living room later, Martha, sitting on the couch with
George on a nearby chair, discussed the future. She had let him take off the dress,
but not the underwear.
“You’ll need to get used to dressing like a woman,” Martha
said. “Because I’m only going to allow you to dress that way. We’ll get you more
clothing as we go on, women’s clothing. You are going to dress like a woman
from now on. I’ve already gotten rid of all your male clothing.”
“I can’t very well go to work like that,” George said,
peeved because he still seemed to think this was a joke.
“Of course not,” Martha said. “That’s why you won’t be going
to work any more.”
“What?”
“Our therapist – who came up with the scheme – has arranged
a job for me, paying me more than you get from your job. So, we won’t be financially
strapped.”
“If you’re working, who will take care of the house?”
“You will,” Martha said, “dressed as a maid. I’ve taken the
liberty of buying an outfit for you. It’s in the closet in the spare room where
you will be sleeping from now on. Sex between us is over. The master bedroom is
mine and you won’t be welcome there unless I invite you.”
“This is outrageous!” George growled.
Martha slapped his face.
“Pay attention. There’s going to be rules you will need to
follow.”
“What kind of rules?”
“Whatever I decide,” Martha said. “First of all, you’re
going to start addressing me as mistress, and you speak only when I permit you
to do so.”
“But…”
“Also, you will do whatever I ell you to do, without
question, without fair or back talk. You violate any of my rules, you will be
punished.”
“Martha! Why are you doing this?”
“To save our marriage,” Martha said, “and to get a little
payback for all those years when out reamed me as a servant.”
“I never meant to…”
“What’s more, I will control everything, all the finances
and anything else. You will be responsible for cleaning, cooking, doing laundry
and maybe other chores that come to mind,” she said.
“I’m not going to tolerate this,” George said, although weakly.
“You will,” Martha said. “Even if you petition for divorce,
I’ll get everything, since the video shows I married cross-dressing sissy. You either
do what I tell you or wind up homeless on the street, penniless.”
-----
Martha felt a twinge of guilt, and yet felt liberated, too,
as if she’d lived her whole life under a yoke, and only now realized it. She
was determined to take full advantage of it, just as the book said she should.
And in truth, seeing George dressed as a girl, filled in the
missing pieces as to why their sex life was so unfulfilling. Down deep, he
really was a sissy. He simply needed help to access it, and she intended to guide
him into his new life. If he embraced being what he really is, he might find
some level of joy of his own.
-----
Mary came over the next morning to put the finishing touches
on George as a maid – a French maid at that, tapping into her makeup skills.
“I want him to look like the sluttiest maid in the world,”
Maratha told Mary in front of George.
This meant exaggerated makeup, vibrant purple eye shadow
down to ruby colored lipstick. She attached glue on finger nails of the same
color, which would be replaced with acrylic once they got him to the salon.
“How the hell am I supposed to do chores wearing nails like
this?” George complained, waving his fingers in the air. Martha had also given
him a number of rings, one for each finger, including thumbs. Somewhere she had
found old style loop earrings, which she attached to the lobe of each ear. So large,
these touched his cheeks.
‘You’re going to work with care,” Maratha said. “After all,
women have had to work with them all our lives. And you’d better not nick them.
I expect to find them all in tact when I get back from the office.”
Mary again pulled out her phone for more pictures and video,
though this time, George wisely avoided giving her any slutty poses. He didn’t
need to. His slutty face said it all.
Mary continued to shoot video as she followed Martha and
George through the house with Martha pointing out all the chores she expected George
to address.
“All these things better be done by the time I get home or
you’ll get punished,” Martha told him.
“What exactly do you mean by punished?” George asked.
“You’ll soon find out the hard way if you fail to call me
mistress,” Martha said. “And if you don’t accept that, then divorce is still an
option.”
Martha announced that she had to go to work, leaving Mary to
supervise, at least, for the first day.
“Don’t you feel ashamed about what my wife is doing to me?”
George asked Mary.
“Not in the least,” Mary said, coldly, making it clear he
would find no sympathy in her, as she continued to make videos of him doing his
chores.
----
Martha got home late, carrying a number of bags from what
turned out to be the sex toy store in the mall.
She summoned George to the master bedroom where she had laid
out the toys in the bed.
“You asked about punishment,” Martha said, pointing to a
variety of whips or riding crops, as well as other equally nefarious items.
“Not all of these will bring you pain,” she told George. “Some
of these might even bring you pleasure.”
She pointed to a harness beside which were a number of penis-shaped
dildos, some extremely large.
George shuddered.
“But pleasure is not the point,” Martha went on. “I need to
prepare you for the real thing.”
“Maratha!” George yelled. “You’re taking this joke way too
far.”
Martha grabbed a riding crop from the bed and struck George on
the shoulder with it.
“That’s mistress to you,” she said. “And this is not a joke
at all. Tomorrow I’ll start training you to be the sissy you really are.”
Then, she dismissed him, telling him to go back to the spare
room until she needed him again. She locked her door after he left. She cringed
at the thought of striking him, but it also pleased her, deeply.
---
Mary remained most of the next day, but did not follow him
around taking video as she had done the first day. She sat in the living room
watching girl movies on YouTube.
Again, Mary got home early and announced: “We’re going to
the man and Salon.”
She directed George to change from his uniform to the dress
he had worn on the first day.
“You’re going to love this,” she told George. “We girls love
to shop and get our nails done.”
George had a difficult time walking in the high heels. Mary
and Martha each took him by an arm, guiding him out of the house to the car.
“You’re going to have to learn all this,” Martha told him as
she held open the front passenger side door for him to get in, just as he had
always done over the years as her husband.
At the salon, the women there made such a fuss over him, George
felt almost like a movie star. They improved on Mary’s work, and helped remove all
of his body hair, which Martha said he would do again later at home using various
creams. He yelped at the waxing, drawing a bit of devious grin from Maratha who
thought: “Now you know what women go through.”
The pop on nails got replaced with acrylic, painted the same
extreme red as his lips. His toe nails were painted to match as well.
George still retained the wig, but Martha assured him this
would only be until his natural hair grew.
“You have such beautiful hair, I’m sure some man will love
to run his fingers through it,” Martha said.
In the mirror, George looked even more beautiful than
before, but also much sluttier.
“This is what I want you to look like all the time,” Martha
told him. “I want you to understand you are no longer a man.”
“I think you look fabulous, Dad,” Mary told him, unable to
suppress the mockery in her voice. She had made a video of the whole process.
----
Clothing stores came next, one after another after another, with
George trying an endless number of outfits, all of these even sluttier than the
one before, Martha making the final decisions on those she bought. She also
stocked up on the more girly underwear, matching bras, and padding to fill up
the bra with, buying enough of everything to keep Geroge in a full wardrobe
that would last him weeks.
“When you’re not wearing the maid’s outfit, I want you
dressed up like a whore,” Martha said, humorously, but with an undertone of
conviction.
Back home, she ordered him to accompany her into the master
bedroom.
“Pull down your panties and pantyhose,” she commanded, then
grabbed his cock when he did, holding it in the palm of her hand. “Such a
little thing. I wonder how it gave me any pleasure at all.”
She took out a small pink plastic container, a chastity
cage, she called it, put his cock in it, locked it.
“That’s the last you’re ever going to see it,” she said. “Later,
we’ll find a better way to get rid of it, again with that mixed tone of humor
and dead seriousness. “Now, get down on your knees, bitch!”
Already worn by the previous days of abuse, George complied.
Mary came into the room, once more video taping it all,
while Martha put on the harness and fit one of the largest dildos into it. She
pressed the tip of it against George’s lip.
“Open up, sissy,” she commanded. “You know what to do.”
George opened his mouth just enough to let the tip in.
“Touch it with your tongue,” Martha said. “Lick around the
head. You know. It’s instinct. It’s what you dreamed for all your life, even
while you made love to me.”
She eased the dildo in a little more into his mouth, one perilous
inch at a time, not all the way in, not yet, just enough inside for him to feel
it against his tongue and the sides of his mouth. Drool pour out from his lips
on either side, making the fake cock glitter, then with a violent jerk, she shoved
it all the way in, hard, hitting the back of his throat until he gaged, and
still she did not relent, forcing it still deeper. He gagged more, still she
didn’t stop, and when she did, she drew back only slighting and then began
pushing in and drawing out, slowly at first, then faster. She grabbed the sides
of his face and fucked his mouth still harder, all this, she thought, revenge
for when he’d asked for similar service when he was still her husband.
“Now he knows how it feels,” she thought, then fucked him
harder, faster, until he seemed to accept it.
“Good, Girl,” she said. “Take it all.”
Drool continued to pour of from his lips around the cock.
Finally, she pulled the cock out.
“Turn over,” she commanded.
He complied.
She fetched a tube from the bed and squeezed liquid into the
palm of hand, lube she applied to his now exposed ass hole. She slid a finger
inside. He moaned. Then, she used two fingers, lightly fucking him, then three,
and then unexpectedly, she shoved the fake cock into him, causing him to gasp.
“Do you like that, honey?” she asked. “Do you enjoy getting
fucked in the ass?”
George only groaned.
“IO thought you would,” she said, then began to fuck him in
earnest, knowing that it hurt at first, but that would soon cause pleasure,
too, provided he accepted it.
“I knew it all along,” she said, continuing to fuck him,
sometime slowly, other times fast, then very hard until he seemed to wilt beneath
her, sagging like a paper doll.
She withdrew and slapped his ass lightly.
“Go get cleaned up and read for bed. “You have been a good
sissy boy.”
----
“We need to give you a new name,” Martha announced the next
morning as she prepared to go to work. “Your name is too manly for what you are
now.I think I’ll call you jane. Do you
like your new name?”
George paused for only a moment before giving her a nod.
“Great! Tonight we’ll go out on the town and celebrate the
new you,” Martha said, informing him as to which of the slutty outfits she
expected him to wear.
George waited, fully dressed as she said when she arrived,
though she wasn’t, and has to rush out to the master bedroom to put on her
outfit, which as it turned out, was just as slutty as his, making it impossible
to tell who was husband or who was wife.
Mary made a video of it all, then accompanies them to the car,
door open for George to get in, as Martha climbed behind the wheel, and Mary
into the back seat documenting the adventure.
“I’ve made up a new rule,” Martha said. “When we get to the
club, I get to fuck anyone I want, maybe more than one. But I get to decide who
is going fuck you. Is that understood?”
Dumbfounded, George gave another nod.
They looked so slutty, the doorman waved them into the club,
Martha steering towards several seats at the bar. Mary continued to video tape.
Then, Martha had a moment of conscience, leaned near to
George’s ear: “I know this is going to be hard on you,” she said. “But we need
to get the worst of it out of the way so there will be no surprises later. I’m
going to fuck a lot of men in the future, and if I’m feeling benevolent, I’ll
let you suck men’s cocks and let them fuck you in the ass. But you need to
understand, I get what I want before anything else. You exist entirely for my
pleasure, my property, my sissy maid, who I get to play with. I will make all
the decisions for your life, for our lives together, and you will learn to
accept these. We will remain married, but I will always be the boss.”
Again, all George could do was nod.
Men came over, bought them drinks, asked them both to dance.
Martha watched George closely.
“If you do or say anything I don’t like, I’ll punish you
severely when we get home,” she said. “You are here to suck cock and get
fucked, and for that matter, so am I.”
With Martha’s encouragement, George accepted a dance with one
of the men, an almost nameless entity, who – when Martha nodded – George led
into the back of the club, falling to his knees before the man, clawing open
his britches until the man’s cock fell out, and then, repeating the act he had
done on the lifeless dildo at home, George licked and sucked and let the man
fuck his face until cum came, pouring out of George’s mouth along with the
drool. The man vanished, and George redid his lipstick and started back towards
the bar where he had left Martha and Mary, meeting Martha halfway as she
dragged two other nameless men into the back, giving George a slutty smile and
a wink.
George waited at the bar until Martha reappeared, slightly
crumpled, lipstick smeared, dress partially torn.
“This is what I always wanted,” Martha said, squeezing
George’s arm.
“Me, too,” George said.
Martha looked at him closely, trying to read his thoughts,
and came to the conclusion, he meant it.
“We are going to have a wonderful marriage together,” Martha
said, and kissed her sissy husband on the lips.
I wake to a landscape littered with last night's clothes, fists made of dirty socks lie on the floor where I abandoned them, or with plans to love making I did not have, wish I had, dream like memory of which I might have done if she had felt brave enough to join me, the mingling of her clothes and mine on the bed or floor, so erotic I wake up truly motivated without a means to resolve the issue, save what I could do for myself, iwake up to a desert where the legs of my jeans pose has as cactus, indication of swelling rises between the legs, if only I could have her here to undress her, Piece by piece, to fill the space between bedroom door and bed with our shedded garments, each piece making love to each other, while i still feel here, alone in the desert of my desire, undergarments stand with proof of our passion, my shirt cast over her blouse with arms wrapped around, I feel it even when she is not here and won't ever be, that even those pieces she cast off the men she passed off me
If I acted as my age might dictate, I would
never have had you, this gap of years making me yearn for what should not have
been, and now, when all this has passed and you have gone, yearning all the more for it, falling to
pieces like no man my age should, aching to kiss your moth, run my tongue down
your soft arms or neck, to caress breasts and elsewhere, to kiss each eye lid
as if I could taste what resides behind those eyes, the mystery of a universe I
could never have understood at an age when all this might have been more
appropriate, when even now at the age I’ve reached, I fail to comprehend the
complexity of who you are, or all those potent thoughts I could never reach unless
I climbed inside you, pushing part of me deep inside you, to feel what it feels
like on the inside, and maybe learning what I could never have learned had we
met hen I was as young as you, and you as old as you ae now. I cannot, will
not, and never will act my age when it comes to you, needing to have it all, an
agelessness time alone can endure
Yes, I would do it over again, if I could, even the
mistakes, clinging to those early moments when everything seemed possible, the fallacy
of the high road we could never have taken. I would go back to those times when
I was still utterly blind, led by my nose (or perhaps some other part of my anatomy),
struck by the need for something I didn’t even know I needed, but wanted desperately,
and still do, to be fooled again, strung along by the illusion of what might
be, to believe all that was said and done as real, she teasing me until the very
brink of the dark side where anything was possible, where joy ultimately
resided, joy standing side by said with potential doom. Yes, I would do it all
again, and maybe this time, I would leap into the abyss
We should not speak of it out loud, to tell all we feel all
at once, in a gush, love or lust, it breaks bones as it breaks silence, this
confession of intimacy we ought to keep to ourselves, to bath in its beauty,
it's tenderness, it's lush embrace, yet no declare it all, or rush,
overwhelming the soul we seek to cherish, a wise man will dole out his
admiration, a little drip st a time, soft drops into her open mouth, a taste of
it, bit by bit, time letting it fill her up, but not drown her with too much too
soon, or she might flee to a wiser soul, doing for her what we could not, seize
her love from our grasp, we need to keep love closed mouth, or st beat, lips
barely parted, giving her the flavor of what we feel, bit by bit
