'A feeling you can’t let go of' pt 1 by DLC's alyssa
Just like lovers do their body parts mingled as the two rolled around under the covers kissing and clutching caressing and grabbing. At times it looked like a wrestling match and others as though the weaving and expansion of energy had a new secret Tantric sexual positioning had been discovered.
Brenda was the next to move her chess piece a pull using her heel spread his leg out before she pushed his other one wide and lifted her taut muscled body and found herself on top between his legs.
A quiver was felt throughout his body as he realized not only did it look like he could be mounted like a submissive woman he was being taken that way as though a docile female. The soft texture of his skin betrayed his gender stereotype.
Brenda smiled letting her mouth and hands activate the feeling of sensations more associated with the feminine rise to the surface as she touched his body as though it belonged to another woman.
Dropping her lips Brenda slathered the areola with saliva before tugging at the lifted nipple making it even more lengthy. As her mouth pulled off the hard body part they both saw how feminine it looked pouting out much longer than a male’s should.
The silent impacting power of the female hormones was in play he’d been on them for well into 9 months. Over time the endocrine system influencer of estrogen and its cousins begins to hold sway. In the form of a pill it comes into the body like a "Trojan horse' of a gift quietly altering the genetic code changing behavior, emotions, skin texture, feelings and body shape.
It pleased Brenda to see the contour of both breasts developing Tom couldn’t help yet notice too the past months. Lying on his back the pair of boobies gave off a wiggle while the woman took to playing with them highlighting how malleable they were as they fell back into the feminine contour when she let go with her hands.
Another sign of female superiority was a woman’s ability to move with fluidity not possessed by a male. With the grace of a seasoned ballet dancer she simply lifted her pelvis and slid back down letting his cock slip into her moist vagina. His penis grew stiffly firm engulfed in the unique warm wetness of Brenda’s pussy.
The penis inside Tom looked down between their bodies all he saw were two womanly looking mounds. Marcia knew if she started to fuck him positioned like that not only would he feel submissively feminine from the sensations he would look the part as well.
It was one of the rules of being a male….never take a fucking being on your back with your legs spread high in the air like a woman so often does. His claim to being an alpha-masculine husband was vanishing the longer he accepted being made love to like that.
The genesis of the idea had come over drinks with her two friends Adele and Charlotte and Jane her therapist close to 10 months earlier ‘the struggles of the power dynamic in your marriage can be eliminated….start by having him put on female hormones right now and a time will come when you reach a cross roads…you’ll know it when you see it…then like any good field general take control of the battle field….what do conquering commanders do?... the spoils of war…they take what they have won and make it theirs’.
Tom was giving in and she could tell it. Brenda moved his spread legs so they would be held along the outside of her thighs as she readied to make him climax. The moment his cream oozed out Brenda had the upper hand and planned on holding on to it as she took over full control.
All the next day Tom’s reign as head of the household seemed to teeter in the balance. Her strategy was simple treat him like the submissive trans-woman she wanted to make of him in the days ahead.
Showering together she applied hair removal crème without him complaining. The past months she had been gradually stripping him of the armor a male’s body hair can be. She’d even had him growing the hair on his head out.
Finishing the shower first Brenda stepped out drying off she put on a pair of sweats and a top butch-dyke femme in their look she told him to finish shampooing his hair. His body smooth with the longer hair on his head Tom looked like a girl as he dried off.
Brenda held her ground.
“Bend down babe we’ll put this on to help collect the dampness.”
It had been happening so much to him lately she’d give an order and he would follow it. Lifting up his head the towel was wrapped around his hair turban style while the other one held along his chest like a female would do. The panties dangled off her finger. A toss of the lacy thong to him had Brenda commanding ‘where these today’.
The day went along with little being said having been put in the panties Tom just went about his chores. 6 months earlier with him at home in between jobs Brenda had started his domestication. At first it was a suggestion to pick up around the bedroom and make the bed while she showered. As the months moved on it expanded to other areas until he was now doing most of the housecleaning.
Evening time came with the sexual tension filling the air before they went to bed…the question was would she take him like the night before. Being told she’d be up later Tom got his answer when he saw the ‘Babydoll’ nightie on the comforter. Next to it Brenda wrote on the note ‘wear this tonight babe’.
The woman slid in under the covers pleased to see he had drifted off and would spend the rest of the night sleeping letting the satin-like feel of the nightie caress his smooth skin.
As the morning light slipped into the bedroom Brenda took the big spoon position holding him against her muscled body. Moving his hair she took to nibbling his neck with kisses as he woke. The woman planned on dealing with his sparse facial hair soon.
Tom turned towards her as Brenda lifted her arm placing it near his face. Flexing her taut bicep-muscle she had felt proud of having taken up her weight lifting regimen months earlier.
“Go ahead baby kiss it…acknowledge it…you know I’m the stronger one between us now.”
He put his lip to it and gently kiss it confirming the truth of her statement.
“Reach under your pillow honey I put a present there for you.”
Tom pulled put the 6” dildo with its veins and bulbous head it scared him to see how life-like it looked.
“Have you ever wondered what it’s going to feel like to be penetrated by me?”
The truth was he had the past few months.
“ Hmmm baby have you thought about what it would be like to become a woman….to have female hormones flowing through you….yes lovely estrogen changing you, transforming you…how nice you would like it if I made you my wife?...go ahead sweetie lie back….I’ll not force you….if you’ve made your decision you know what to do.”
The dildo in his hand Tom felt nervous, excited even confused at the prospect of exploring the unknown of the mysterious world of the feminine. As he slid small as they were he could feel the slight movement of his developing breasts. It had been the elephant in the room they hadn’t talked about yet both knew was there.
First it had been his areolas and nipples they started to change shape and size especially that last few months. Then small bumps appeared under his breast ducts as a round shapeliness expanded.
Lying back he spread his legs after lifting off his cute nightie as he handed the dildo to Brenda. The harness of her strap-on lay hidden under her shorts. Slipping the realistic looking cock in she attached it then let it stick out through the opening panel in front. Intentionally cutting her hair short a month earlier the style made her look like a butch lesbian.
Brenda felt victorious standing up on her knees between his legs. Spurting the lube onto her hand she stroked the slickness along the shaft of the cock. Pitch-forking his fingers in to his hair to create volume he lifted them out spreading his lengthy hair along the pillow.
“I like the name Yvette…it sounds so pretty.”
Tom had to agree with her he thought so too. Looking at Brenda he thought she appeared so dominant. It was something he had noticed the last couple of years women it seemed were taking over in so many areas.
Conditioning being what it is like ‘Pavlov’s dogs’ it was becoming regular to see
on the streets and in the malls. He noticed how many more males seemed to take on feminine looks in how they dressed.
It was seconds away suddenly Brenda eased the latex piece inside aware things would be different once she deflowered him.
“Ohhhh yea….I’m inside you baby…just hold still Yvette….lets have you adjust to the size.”
Tom was doing it he was letting Brenda make him her sexual submissive.
Her body pressed down against his acting as a distraction to the initial entry pain. Instead of him playing with her breasts it was the other way around. Brenda dropped her lips and sucked on his nipple as her other hand played with the looseness that came from having mother’s milk inside his breasts.
His mind took to wandering while he watched delighting in the sensations. It was as though he had a feeling he couldn't let go of.
'…what would it be like to really be her wife?…would she have him cleaning the house wearing dresses and heels?...a typical male fantasy he had once suggested it to her early in their marriage…would he be going to the beauty salon on Saturdays like most any housewife….so many it seemed used it among other reasons as an escape mechanism to break up the monotony of daily housecleaning chores'.
Part of him was afraid taking control would Brenda lord over him like most husbands did with their wives. The truth was he knew that was changing too every couple they hung with the woman was the one who ran things.
The age of the dominant husband was coming to the end replaced by females who knew what they wanted out of a marriage. Sure some of them appeared submissive yet even they knew how to be passive-aggressive enough to get what they planned on.
It was happening Tom realized Brenda was fucking him as she begun moving her hips to and fro.
“Oh Yvette honey you feel nice.”
Brenda humped away it was as though each thrust was further eradicating his diminishing masculinity.
Unique in its feel ‘Yvette’ was nearing climax from the sensations yet his little plaything remained semi-soft behind his thong panties. Brenda lifted his legs holding them by the ankles she slid the cock in and out until she heard her budding t-girl squeal.
Brenda stood holding her girlish looking husband’s hand as they walked into the office of their accountant. At first the woman didn’t pick up on it
“Hi Tom Hi Brenda it’s been too long…so good to see you both come in to go over the numbers.”
Brenda leaned in and whispered as she moved Helen could see the purse hanging along his shoulder. Her head bobbed up and down as she mumbled a little.
“Uh huh…I see it’s Yvette …hmmm ok uh huh sure that makes sense…so many are doing it these days …look at the Caitlyn hard to believe she once won a gold medal in the decathlon…huh uh ok just you…we can change the papers….total control right?’
Helen looked up at him.
“Yvette there is a lovely clothing store across the way darling…why don’t you spend some time there while us women figure these finances out…..by the way….I love what you’ve done with your hair style.”
Oddly 10 months earlier Brenda hadn’t planned on meeting Adele and Charlotte as her therapist Jane and her left the office. A text let Brenda know her friends were a few blocks away trying out a new wine bar.
A good 40 minutes in the conversation shifted to the group complaining about their husbands.
Charlotte spoke with a level of frustration.
“I’m tired of him thinking I’m a cleaning lady…is it that hard to put your soiled shirts and things in the laundry basket.....not to mention actually doing the laundry and folding them afterwards.”
“Tell me about it my Gerry forgets I work too…besides I make more money than he does.”
A glance at Brenda Jane the therapist spoke.
“Ladies I know of a way to make all your concerns disappear…I have 6 of my clients or couples I should say doing it already.”
The three looked at Jane waiting for her to drop the other shoe.
“You bring them each into the Lady pond….let them discover the joys of becoming women.”
“And how do we do that if I may ask?”
“Simple really…female hormones and t-blockers along with conditioning….Look all of us here believe females are superior…so why not show it by taking your husbands and turning them trans. You don’t have any kids so that wouldn’t be an issue.”
Brenda sat back and let her mind contemplate it as the other three talked. Tom and her had been having some difficulties lately their arguing had increased and often it was over the smallest of things.
The rumblings in his office had it a new owner was taking over and he was worried he’d be sacked. To make matters worse from his perspective Brenda’s career had never been better. She knew males tied their self-esteem to their paycheck.
Brenda pondered that thought and what Jane had suggested. It dawned on her if he was let go at work it could be a pivot-point she could leverage utilizing it to take full control over the direction of their marriage.
She slapped her hand down on the table.
“I’ll wager a paid weekend at the Fourseasons Hotel that I will make a woman of mine before you two do.”
Picturing her husband Thad turned feminine Adele playfully bit her lower lip before looking at Charlotte and wondering what her 'hubbie' Samuel would look like as a woman.
“You’re on what are the ground rules?”
“Me too...sure why not. It would be nice to have a pretty thing to go shopping with on Saturdays."
Jane spoke up.
“I’ll be the judge…body wise means breasts, a nice figure and a truly feminine look. We’re not talking putting him in panties and slap a little lipstick on and have him do the laundry….no it has to be total immersion into the feminine world most housewives experience. I'll help with the mental conditioning.”
“How do we do the female hormones?”
“My couples use smoothie mixes that have them in their make-up…put it in the fridge…they are quite tasty and addictive…ask him if he wants to know what’s in them besides fruit and yogurt…its likely he won’t care once he gets a taste…hey you gave him a chance yet he voluntarily is taking them so don’t feel guilty on that score.”
The woman smiled.
"Each of your husbands will experience 'a feeling you can't let go of'."
The four lifted their wine glasses letting the ‘clink’ sound out.
“Welcome to our girl world boys.”
End of part one…