Big gurls don't cry....Last chapter
Twisting and turning posing like gurls in bikini’s do Lucille and Crystal spent next half hour of so having their pictures taken together and separately. They’d sit on the laps of Leah and Jasmine then bounce up and have more taken. As the afternoon went along Crystal Marie and Lucille took enjoying their femininity like any other t-girls.
At one point Crystal leaned over and whispered to Lucille as they went to get fresh drinks for their women.
“I think I like being a gurl Lucy….maybe its this butt plug inside me yet being so feminine makes me feel horny.”
“Me too Crystal…I like feeling plugged…..I’m wondering what it would be like to stay feminine forever.”
Seeing the two t-gurls Jasmine waved them over as Leah reached in to her carry all.
“Chastity time girls…off with your bikini bottom’s.”
Leah slid behind Crystal holding the gurl's hands up near her shoulders.
“There watch Jasmine do it…she slides that little plaything of yours in…and …look your now caged and locked.”
A wave of girlish submissiveness swept over Trey’s body on realizing he’d now lost control of his penis. Looking at Lucille after Jason’s was put on he saw the same look on his face.
Leah’s hand moved around to jostled his caged dick and balls.
“That feels so different Domina Leah.”
“Yes I know it does ….it also will strengthen your sense of being collared helping you to understand just how truly docile you can be especially as you discover you will now always sit to pee like any woman does.….. feeling your balls makes me reminisce for things gone missing.”
“What do you mean Maam?”
“I’ll tell you later honey.”
Crystal turned on hearing the noise before slinking his body closer to Leah’s on seeing the massive size of the two beefy males walking into the back yard. His little plaything exposed wearing the chastity cage he felt a wave of ‘T-Girl’ femininity sweep over him.
“Hi Bo…Hi Jake…can we get you guys some beers?”
At 6’ 4” and 6’ 5” respectively The two large males weightlifters walked over and kissed the cheeks of Jasmine and Leah and stared at Lucille and Crystal like they were fresh meat.
“Honey go get our nice friends some beers.”
“Yes Ms. Leah.”
Having learned to strut in his heels like he’d been born to do it Crystal saw Lucille sitting on the lap of Bo. Handing the beer to Bo he next felt hands like steel lifting him up at waist.
“Who is this darling?”
Being held high Trey never felt more helplessly girlish as his feet dangled a good 4 feet off the ground. The taut muscles of his upper body straining in one move Jake slid him down into his arms just before he sat with Crystal in his lap.
“That’s Crystal Jake.”
The budding t-girl slid his arms along the length of his shoulders, so soft so delicate he let his hands lightly touch and give a squeeze to the bulging muscles of the male. Trey could feel himself slipping deeper into his femininity. His hand moved to feel the gruffness of the 5 o’clock shadow on Jake’s face giving him another jolt of girlishness at the distinct difference between them.
He didn’t know why he thought of it right then yet he wondered what it would feel like to be penetrated by a penis as he looked down to see the outline of Jake's cock against his bathing suit material.
Jake saw him looking and smiled saying ‘give me a kiss’.
Crystal didn’t know what to do he never had been held by a male like that before much less kiss one. His shoulder held back Crystal shook his c-cup breast forms hoping Jake would like what he saw. His elbow bent his hand held along Jake’s face as he tried to give him the best kiss he ever good. He couldn’t pull away, it felt too good he next felt the tongue of the male slither in helping Trey enjoy the feeling of the French kiss.
Pulling back he whispered to Jake.
“You make me feel like such a pretty girl.”
Jakes hand lowered cupping the caged dick.
“With this little thing you’re better off being a girl.’
With Lucille in his lap Bo let out a brief chuckle as Jasmine and Leah looked on.
“How is she?”
“The way Crystal here kisses I just know she’ll give good head…..won’t you darlin’.”
It took a moment to process before Trey realized he was being told to give Jake a blow job.
He slithered down to his knees pulling the 'Speedo' to the side. Unleashed the cock of Jake soon became engorged. At a thick 7” its size and girth scared Crystal. A pair of puppy-dog eyes on his pretty face Crystal Marie looked up from his knees while his delicate hands held the cock.
“Go ahead Babe…it won’t bite.”
Bo laughed out loud before speaking then pulled Lucille tighter into a hug.
“and neither should you……if you know what’s good for you girl….be mindful of those teeth.”
Trey decided to go at it like he would an ice cream cone.
Holding the cock he let his tongue lick up and down on the shaft. Holding it still with his left hand his mouth pouted out and slurped back up on the hard dick before he settled on its head swirling his tongue all around it. Closing his eyes Crystal lowered his mouth down taking a cock in it for the first time ever. The thought flashed in his mind ‘oh I think I like this’.
It just seemed natural to lay his hands on the massive muscled thighs as his head bobbed up and down.
The words came out as the large male kept his hand on Crystal’s head.
“Just edge me I don’t want to come yet…..I’ll do that later tonight.”
Jake heard a muffled ‘yes sir’.
Lightly slapping the leather handled riding crop along her pants leg Alice spoke into the phone while smiling.
“I never thought it would happen so smoothly Elise…I mean we’re into our 4th month and Brad has taken quite well to the female hormones. He still doesn’t realize the daily smoothie mix for his diet contains them….uh huh you’re right about that …domesticating him has revealed a submissive side that I’ve leveraged into a more feminine perspective for him.”
“……Who would have thought he has a thing for being tied up and bound also…yes I suppose we could call it a BDSM fetish that will soon have chastity involved….hmmm yes that’s true ummmm…I have him tied naked standing to the bedposts right now…he’s been like that for an hour…oh I do so enjoy seeing how helpless he’s is like that…..”
“After his next series of spankings I plan on hearing him ask me if I will put him in lingerie….yes uh hum…yes that’s right….uh huh well keeping him looking raggedy in beat up old sweats and T’s doing his housework while I wear delectable intimate wear has helped push him to the point he’s ready …..yes that’s right I’ve had him help dress and prepare me every morning for 3 months now….uh uhh makeup and hair too…no his male underwear has all been thrown away he wears only ladies cotton bikini panties.”
“For all intense and purposes he is acting like a well trained handmaiden for me….he’s lost all his body hair ….uh uhh yes a facial epilator has eradicated most of the hair follicles…..though a few laser treatments still are needed to remove it all….I mean a male doesn’t feel like a male if he no longer shaves his face right?...... the hair on his head has been growing out nicely…yes that’s correct….I keep it in a ponytail……he just doesn’t dress like a handmaiden.…yet.”
“Come later today he will….uh huh his name?....yes I’ve decided it’s between Claire and Tegan…he’s lost so much at his waist I just love how his shapely thighs curve seamlessly into his tapered waistline and of course his boobies are growing….I think I’d call him an a-cup….. it’s the elephant in the room we both know they’re there yet they haven’t been acknowledged…..alright we‘ll chat over wine a little later …you know how to let yourself in.
Alice thought about the progress she had made after hanging up. The woman had let her husband sulk about losing his job for no more then the first weekend. Monday morning she woke up to find him passed out in the den with the television still on. Empty beers cans strewn about she laid into him.
Dazed and confused by the hangover Brad was stunned to hear her.
‘I’m not going to tolerate you sitting around feeling sorry for yourself. You are in need of direction or out you go. When I come home in the evening I want to find the house cleaned and you looking presentable for our talk…you can count on me laying out a plan for you moving forward…first off we will be changing your diet and drinking is out I want you with a nicer figure.”
Taken aback he listened to Alice.
“Are you the breadwinner….no you’re not so from now on I will assume the role of leader in what we'll call a 'Female Led Relationship'. You are going to do everything I expect of you or I’ll file the divorce papers myself.”
The woman kept at it staying on top of things she soon integrated him into the role as the subordinate in the marriage. Adding daily structure to his activities he came to accept the axiom ‘she who must be obeyed’.
Write it off to the feelings coming from taking female hormones combined with becoming domesticated that had helped Brad develop the habit of doing what he was told. Playfully tying his hands behind him one morning she saw how hard he got and knew that would be the conduit she’d use moving forward.
The days had turned to weeks then months as he looked at his hands secured at the tip of the bedposts.
His eyes turned to look at the bedroom doorway wondering what the approaching noise was. Brad knew he had been growing to enjoy the feeling of being tied and it scared him. The slap of the riding crop on the grey leather slacks let him know their afternoon session was about to begin. She laid something on the dresser and moved towards him.
Alice stood in front of him without speaking first her eyes roamed up and down his naked body before he did the same with hers. Seeing her in her 3” heeled boots taking in the sight of the matching sleeveless leather vest and tight leather pants made his penis start to rise.
Brad’s arms and legs secured spread wide Alice slid forward after smirking at his predicament. Dropping her hand she caressed his balls. A soft moan slipped from his mouth.
“It’s such an interesting human trait…..to want to control things…you look so helpless tied up yet the way you got hard tells me you like it.”
“Ohhhh Ms. Alice I don’t know how to say it….you look so powerful in that outfit.”
It said something about his diminishing masculinity that he called it 'an outfit' as most males never use the term.
The woman slid even closer letting her hand tickle his balls as she rolled them in her hand. He could feel the touch of her long nails as his cock jutted out.
“Yes a lovely feminine and dominant looking outfit for a woman like me…clothing says something about a person wouldn’t you agree?”
“Yes Maam…..Ouch.”
Alice had let her hand give out a few swats using the crop his bum.
“In many ways clothing defines a person especially if what one wears is chosen by the person that controls them. Tell me do you feel you are in control any longer? or have you given up on that falsehood and handed it to me.’
10 more quick slaps hit his fanny from the riding crop. Alice wanted to hear him admit it. Brad knew if he said it things would be forever changed between them. He felt her soft hand glide along his naked butt.
“It’s ok baby…you can admit it…people change…they realize who they thought they were wasn’t really accurate….in fact some people need to be under the control of another…they want to be told what to wear....in your case you need to have come from your alpha woman.”
“Yes Ms. Alice…I’m not in control…I never really was …I see that now….I’ve learned these past days what you’ve you been telling me these last few months is true….you know what’s best for me…I want to be under your control….I mean my health has improved I’ve lost all this weight….I’ve grown to like keeping the house in order and i…”
Alice saw him hesitating.
“Yes go on my pet.”
He took the description without complaint.
“It’s just that I like assisting you get ready in the morning and helping you when you come home from work to get out of your things.”
Pulling back she went to the dresser. Returning without speaking she took the cold wet wash cloth and laid it on his penis only to watch it go soft. The two staying silent took in the sight of her slipping his first chastity cage on before locking it. Moments later the key to the lock dangled on her long pendent necklace resting between her luscious bosom. Unbuttoning her leather vest she exposed her breasts and moved to slide them against his chest.
“Softness feels sooo nice…you’ve discovered it too haven’t you….I knew you would enjoy not having any hair on your body.....and look at these pretty little mounds you're growing."
Her Hand slid up and softly caressed his developing nipples and areolas on his budding twin bumps. Brad let out a gentle moan
“So I too took notice that you enjoy helping me put on my intimate-wear and outfits.”
Her glided across his smooth face as she smiled.
“..and helping learn to how to properly apply makeup and do my hair….I am the type of person that likes control. Perhaps it’s time I demonstrate what I said about clothing defining one….how one wears what their dominant wants.”
Silently Alice went and removed the items from the closet and laid them on the chair as he watched. Opening her dresser drawer one by one she pulled out the pieces of lingerie.
“I think you’d like to ask me something…wouldn’t you?”
As she spoke her hand slid into the stocking splaying her fingers inside the nylon she stretched it out and waited. The reinforced toe moved to his face using her hand as she held him by the chin.
“Ms. Alice I’d like it if we could explore my feminine side….do you think I could dress like you do?”
Holding still he watched she slid the stockings up his legs before attaching them to the frilly straps of the waist-cinching garter belt. Panties were next pulling them into place she adjusted the pantywaist by sliding her fingers back and forth. A slight whimper escaped he saw her moving close holding the matching padded bra.
Her body so close she whispered as she clasped the hooks closed and connected the loose straps before adjusting the bra.
“Why I think a handmaiden should look like what she is….you’ve become so familiar doing it you already know how to put on the intimate wear you’ll be kept in every day.”
Ten minutes later his face was awash in colorful makeup as she brushed his hair giving it a middle part. He knew when he’d seem them they were meant for him yet as she approached with the petticoats he grew even more nervous.
No regular male would allow himself to be petticoated and pantied….powdered and perfumed….no once they were on him they would define him….any one who saw him would know he was the personal maid to his Mistress Alice.
Bending down she slipped on the 3” court shoes with the peter pan strap. The fight was out of him holding still he saw Alice undo his restraints so the maids uniform could be properly put on.
“Ohhhh adorable…simple adorable…go ahead baby fluff out your petticoats….you’ll not be the first maid to have an attachment to feeling the joy that comes from wearing them.”
His eyes made soft an alluring also had a hint of innocence as Brad stared back.
“Tell your mistress dear…do you like the name Tegan or Claire better.”
“Tegan Maam.”
“So do I maid Tegan, let’s lock your collar on then I have a taste for some wine.”
Moving down the stairs he could feel the slick creaminess on his lips. He hadn’t really considered it but as he turned the corner of the living room with Alice leading the way he saw Elise flipping through an issue of Vanity Fair magazine.
“Well doesn’t somebody look lovely….and sooo obedient looking also…tell me your name.”
The two had never really gotten along yet that no longer mattered as Brad looked at Elise.
“My name is Tegan...I am my Mistress Alice's maid.”
“I do so enjoyed being waited on by a maid....as you will discover shortly.”
Standing in the door way to the kitchen Alice looked at her former husband.
“Maid Tegan come here…..lets not have you dawdling. Say hello to maid Muffy you two are going to be getting to know each other very much in the days ahead.”
The petticoats and high heels acting as girly reminders Brad saw the former husband of Elise’s dressed as he was. Muffy looked at Claire before dipping into a curtsey. Realizing he should do likewise maid Tegan did his best to imitate Claire as he dipped into a shorter version.
“Shall we bring you and Mistress Elise your wine now Mistress Alice?”
Leading down from the thin arms Crystal’s hands tipped with the colored nail extensions past the finger-tips played at the clutch of the motorcycle. Holding still and smiling for the camera he looked like a young one of 10 saying ‘vaaaarooomm’ pretending with his ‘Hotwheels’ as though he was a real biker.
It was like something you’d see at a ‘Muscle Car’ show where the thin delicate models would pose next to a souped-up Chevy Stingray. The contrast was striking as he sat wearing his bikini clearly over matched there was no way he could handle such a powerful machine with his weak arms. Leaning forward moving back into her comfort zone Crystal shook the pair of breast forms loosely held in the bikini top.
“Hey guy bring that pretty babe inside Lucille’s doing some pole dancing.”
Jake lifted Crystal off and threw the budding t-girl over his shoulder like she was a sack of potato’s. A quick spank to her fanny he let out a bellowing laugh as he held his beer in one hand and walked inside.
Lucille smiled as he slinked his way up the brass pole in the playroom of his house. Jason had put it in a year earlier and took to practicing until he knew most of the moves. Steadily he went through the routine of each the horizontal table top, legs bent out spinning out a reverse stag to move into a front hook with his ankle. Slithering up into the knee hold he let his arms dangle before dropping his head dramatically as though he was Annie Lennox making a point singing a heartfelt ballad.
Smiling as much as Pamela Anderson entertaining the troops at a USO show he moved into the finishing pose he called a martini glass. His arms flared out giving off the triangular look as he next slid his way down removing his bikini top on his way to the floor.
Jasmine leaned down and whispered to Crystal sitting on the couch.
“You’re mine tonight muffin.”
They both turned on hearing Bo declare it.
“Lets get to some fucking.”
His eyes found the post-op trans-woman Leah smiling back at him. Lucille slid to the spacious room of the carpet near the couch. Two quick flicks let the string bow holding his bikini bottom come undone as he watched Leah unlock his chastity cage. Turning to her right she did the same with Crystal’s.
“I want you girls on either side of me.”
Lucille realized he was going to be deflowered by Bo as the biker leered at him while getting naked. Heels the only thing on the 3 slid to the floor with Crystal and Lucille on each side of Leah.
Jasmine looked so dominant to Crystal as she lubed the strap-on cock coming off the piece resting on her hips. Moments later he would be glad he'd been plugged and lubed all afternoon.
The woman dropped to her knees and lifted Crystal’s legs to rest on her shoulders. Trey could feel his days of being a normal male fading from his memory as he watched her slide the 6” latex cock past his rosebud entrance. Jasmine fell into a steady pace confident Dominatrix Kendra would be pleased that Jason’s choice of Trey to be turned into one of her transgurls had been accurate.
Lucille had been wondering for some months what it would feel like to welcome the cock of a real male. As Bo took to fucking him he knew he would spend the rest of his days as a t-gurl flower in the garden of Mistress Kendra.
Leah looked back and forth at the two laying on either side of her as Jake pleasured her new vagina. Her hands reached out and stroked each penis of both Lucille and Crystal.
“There Darlings…just like back like good submissive femme’s and take it…you’ll think of yourselves as real t-gurls once you’ve lost your virginity.”
Leah looked at Crystal.
“Baby I’m going to take you to meet my Mistress…Dominatrix Kendra…she has a new life waiting for you.”
“Yea…sure Domina Leah…I wasn’t using my old one any how.”
The post-op woman glanced up at Jake.
“Give me everything you got big boy…I’ve been waiting all my life to feel hot cream fill a vagina between my legs.”
Lucille could feel the cock pulsate just before it expanded slightly and started spewing out its cream. Much like any submissive female that has been deflowered Jason couldn't help himself from letting the tears come.
A moment of compassion had Bo looking at him.
"You'll get over it honey...after all.....big gurls don't cry."
The End....for now
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