Big gurls don’t cry. Pt 2 by DLC"s alyssa
Jason Handel turned down the aisle of the grocery store just to get another look at the young thin 20-something male bagging at the check out counter. He whispered under his breath ‘I love his hair….what a delight it would be to introduce the lifestyle to him….oh what tangled web we weave… I need to remember to get lots of fruit for my smoothie’s’.
His phone out he texted the dominant woman that ran herd over him and the rest of ‘the other transformed flowers in her garden’.
The reply back was short ‘do it Lucy’.
Over the loud speaker he heard the announcement ‘we’ll be closing in 5 minutes shoppers’.
Jostling for space the 42 year old Jason waited until he was sure to be in the right checkout line. Chatting the male up he learned his name was Trey as he watched him fill the bags with groceries. Jason looked for the heaviest item then feigned like he was struggling to push it towards the bags.
“Oh I can get that …”
The good-looking young clerk thin in the arms looked to have a struggle himself with the item.
“Just call me Jason…thanks.
“Would you like help taking them to the car?”
Giving it a brief pause Jason replied.
“Sure that would be swell but you have to tell me you’ll accept my tip.”
As the two approached the Range Rover with Trey pushing the cart he commented.
“Nice wheels all I have is a bike. You must be well off.”
“I’ve done very good over the years though I lost my girlfriend 10 months or so ago…been so lonely these past many months. I have this nice house, pool, and hot tub yet I’m the only one there.”
“Sorry to hear that….gee a hot tub sounds nice after working all day.”
“Yes it does wonders for the body….say I know this sounds crazy but would you like to come over some time…I’d love to show you around.”
“Hummm I am off this Saturday ….ok sure…it beats staying home in my little studio and just gaming.”
“Wonderful…I don’t know if you up for it but I have some killer weed and its fun to get buzzed and hop in the hot tub.”
“That’s does sound good…what time…should I just ride my bike over?”
Jason stopped him mid-sentence and smiled.
“No worries we’ll figure something out…I’ll be out and about…. I’ll collect you at your place….. Let me have your number and look for a call or text from me this week.”
At 9:45 that morning Alice Melborn sat in her Jaguar XJ out front of the office where her husband Brad worked knowing something was amiss. Not taking his ‘Smith’ she was proud she had retained her maiden name when the two married. A quick brush with her hand removed the speck of dirt on the steering column. Alone in her car she spoke ‘Yes you’ve done well for yourself woman…you learned a long time ago to always ‘put on your big girl panties’.
All true things have the hallmark of simplicity a basic idea in codifying had led her to create her own computer firm that made millions patenting in the area of disaster recovery redundancy and on-going IT security. As best she could she kept her finances separate from her husbands to the point it was him who had signed off on a pre-nup agreement.
Moments later she saw him carrying a box as he made his way to the car. Having seriously reprimanded him for his rude behavior towards her friend Elise she had set her mind on changing things in the home she had bought with her own money.
She felt quite sure Elise had taken the reins in her own marriage just from the way she spoke and now Alice wanted to do the same with her own. Driving over to pick him up her feminine intuition told her the universe was providing an opportunity to do just that.
The back door opened after she clicked the switch allowing him to slide the box in.
In the front seat he looked at her behind the wheel aware he was now out of a job.
“Can you belief it they ash-canned me…I’ve been sacked….fired….let go…..given the heave ho… told to bugger off and leave….shown the door….told to hit the bricks. ”
It came out sounding cold and free of sympathy Alice wanted him to feel less than.
“So you have no job….we’ve never needed your money any way.”
“What am I going to do…I have a highschool degree? These days it’s all about hiring younger people then me and the bastards do it for a lot less then I was paid.”
Whip-smart the woman was a font of information in many areas most especially including business.
“33% of Americans only have college degrees and 12% of them have post grad degree’s…it was the male population of the workforce who never really recovered from the 08 financial collapse…..kind of ironic if you think about it….males brought on the financial ruin to many a family and most never found quality work since.”
“The world has turned they now do menial service based jobs that women had been forced to do. All those once powerful males why the other day I saw the former vice-president of one of the banks I used working with an apron on serving lattes at a café.”
Looking at her he’d always known she was smarter then him.
“In your area of manufacturing since the mid 2000’s 88% of the jobs have been lost to using automation. Look it up your chances of getting a job in the area you’ve been trained in are almost nil.”
Alice knew full well a male always ties his self-esteem to his paycheck. What he does is what he considers himself to be.
The idea popped into her head she realized that it was exactly what Elise spoke of doing to her husband with him having been at home coming up on a year not working outside the house. Pretending to listen as he chattered away she almost said it out loud yet held back ‘she’s domesticated him…he’s the one doing the cleaning’…oh how rich…it’s dripping with irony…he’s becoming what he always made fun of ’.
Sensing his weakness it was time to act and for her to further cement her position of authority.
“We’ll put it behind you. There are plenty of things to keep you busy at home….I’ll not have you sitting around bemoaning your loss…you admitted it yourself it’s unlikely you’ll find work so starting today you’ll learn about what it takes to keep a home clean and well ordered.”
Brad stopped speaking and slunked a little lower in the car seat on hearing her. The longer one is out of the workforce the less likely they could get hired and he knew it.
Jason Morgan put the finishing touches of mascara on fluttering the wand up and down giving a lifted curl to the lashes made longer with the faux pieces glued on. Things that used to occupy him like playing with a soccer football balancing it keeping it in the air had given way to new interests.
Pursing his lips together he tilted his head to let his shoulder length hair gently caress his face as he checked one last time. He loved the feeling of the corset on his flat tummy, the way the garter straps tugged keeping taut the stockings they were clipped to. How many males were there like him that preferred to have a thin tapered waistline that highlighted his pretty butt and shapely legs made so from wearing high heels. A quick tug to the bra cups of the violet colored corset let him feel the latest growth spurt of his developing breasts.
Bracelet on dangling earrings hanging down he slithered onto the feminine looking bedspread prepared for the latest ‘camming’ session as a t-girl named Lucille by his Mistress Kendall.
Everything had been in place for him to become his girlfriend’s husband until her untimely death a year earlier. A month after her passing he took to the internet curiosity being what it is he found himself increasingly being drawn to the category of Trans-women and T-girls.
The idea that a male could be made female fascinated Jason. At the time he had no idea that a male body in many ways mimicked that of a woman’s....that a male could grow breasts that would fill with milk even allowing for lactating.
One evening he stumbled on to the site ‘Lipstick Alley’ after coming home from the pubs with a buzz. At the end of 2 weeks the relationship had started with Dominatrix Kendra. 3 weeks later he was hers. Once under her influence Mistress Kendra had been up front about it telling him she planned on turning him trans as things moved along.
It hadn’t started out that way when they first messaged back and forth he considered himself to be a typical alpha male. Over time her alluring femininity, inherent sense of female superiority and womanly assertiveness gradually stripped away his masculine veneer the longer they were together.
Pledging his devotion, supplication and commitment ‘Lucille’ was welcomed into Dominatrix Kendra’s garden of slave girls in training.
Lucy felt a loving feeling as a current of energy flowed through him on seeing his Mistress on the skype feed. Posture straight legs spread bent at the knee his rump sat on his ankles. Lucille had her head bowed and her palms open resting on his thighs. The budding t-girl Jason had learned so much from the woman about the world of BDSM and how a slave in training was to conduct himself.
“You have done well slave gurl Lucy…..I saw the picture of that cute thin boy…it’s hard to believe he is 25….I want you to cultivate him into the fold…..just as you are becoming he too will make a lovely woman for me.”
“Yes Mistress Kendra your wish I my command.”
“What a lovely outfit my girl has on…so pretty in her appearance and demeanor…...yes I knew once given the taste of the feminine my slave Lucille would embrace her girlishness….slip those cute panties off and lie back girl…you know what to do and what to show me.”
Out of habit Lucy pulled her wrist close to get a brief whiff of his perfume. He’d fallen so deeply into his new feminine world. His back prone on the mattress panties removed he lifted his legs and spread them wide and high in the air looking much like any woman ready to receive a cock. Feeling so feminine doing it wearing his 4" pump heels he knew to hold them spread so his purple anal plug could be seen.
Her words could be heard on the PC speakers.
“So nice to see you plugged…..Why you look like your ready to be penetrated….you know what comes first Lucy.”
Jason’s left arm went around the stocking covered legs to hold them still. Fingernails made pretty from red polish he held the wooden ping-pong paddle. The BDSM tool had the truthful letters ‘I love Mistress Kendra’ written on it. Aware he was being video’d he knew it would end up along with the others on ‘Lucille’s ‘ page on the Lipstick Alley site.
Thankfully avoiding hitting his balls 400 self-spanks on each cheek brought a deep red color out on his bum matching his nails. Near out of breath he lifted back up.
“Unlock your chastity cage…you have my permission to play with your clitty gurl.”
Smiling he lifted the dildo after removing the anal plug and metal cage he wore every day. Wet with lube he slid the 6” phallus inside while running his hands up and down the shaft of what he now called his ‘clitty’.
“Baby show me your little boobies ‘Kitten’…..A girl likes to display what she has kitty-cat.”
Pulling the cups down his a-cups sent off a jiggle. Stroking the clitty he felt a wave of estrogen flow through him knowing his breasts were getting larger from his daily doses of female hormones and t-blockers. There were days he could feel the masculine enhancing testosterone departing leaving him feeling weaker and more feminine.
“You’ve had a growth spurt button….the day is not far off when a bra will become a necessity….and those lovely nipples and areola’s of yours…so full...so pouted…soooo sensitive….they look like they are just begging to be played with…..hmmm does that dildo feel nice…your pretty butt is becoming more rounded…..is my kitten dying to lose her virginity to a real male?....yes dear once you feel him come inside you with hot cream it’s likely you’ll only want more of it.”
So horny from hearing her he slid up and put her picture in front as Jason stood on his knees. Masturbating to her image he let the loving words flow out.
“My name is Lucille….I am a Mistress Kendra girl….eeeewwwww, eeeewwwwww,…..oh I love my Mistress….ohhhhhh, ohhhhhh, ohhhhhh, I enjoy the feeling of estrogen….ohhhhh, ohhhhhhh… I will always…eeewwwwww, eeewwwww…I will always be her slave girl….ohhhhhh…. eeeewwwwwww……ugggggg.”
The last sound distinctly masculine he spurt his cream onto her picture. Catching his breath Mistress Kendra watched as he slid his tongue along the image slurping back his discharge into his mouth.
“So thin and fluid such weak little arms…..My darling Lucille you are becoming such a lovely woman…now blow me a kiss slave girl and bring me that cutie. oh one more thing…have your hair colored. I want you as a platinum blond. Have the ends even all the way around resting on your shoulder tips…. the style is called a blunt cut bob ….You’ll look so pretty with it when you come out.”
Jason knew the days of refusing any thing she asked were behind him. In a demonstration of her influence he made the small poster especially for the sign-off. Holding it up he smiled at the words he had written ‘I love my Mistress Kendra’. His hands came together like any girl would he pouted his lips and blew Dominatrix Kendra a kiss.
End of part 2….