Cindy an a CD & another makes 3. part 2. ..by DLC's alyssa
Carl Trotter walked thru the upscale galleria in the gentrified suburban neighborhood with its changing colors he loved the fall and the shift to new fashions. Thinking he’d like to pick up a new nightgown if not a ‘Babydoll’ nightie with the weather changing he strolled thru Hendersons department store. There had always been a level of excitement walking in the aisles filled with women’s wear. Making his way to the lingerie section the polished CD couldn’t recall when he had not worn nighties to bed in the last 15 years.
A wave to Helen the veteran sales woman had her waving back with a roll of her fingers and a smile. The department store always carried the finest in feminine intimate wear becoming a regular Carl had gotten to know Helen over the years. At Christmas time every year he gave her a $500 gift card from ‘Amazon’ as a way of acknowledging of their friendship. She never asked and he never said it yet be it bra’s and panties or a practical robe she was glad to sell the seasoned cross-dresser whatever feminine clothing he wanted to purchase.
Occupied with sweaters his ‘gaydar’ was finely tuned as his hand ran along the softness of the cashmere. He liked shopping on Thursday evenings because the stores usually were near empty and often set up their items to be put on sale for the weekend as well.
It was habit he had acquired back when he was concerned with being caught shopping for women’s clothing. A quiet store also meant he could better judge what size was best for him. For years feminine sizing had always been a baffling riddle when trying to convert them to male sizes.
“What do we have here? Is that a pair of panties he just slipped into his backpack… Yes I do believe I have a novice crossdresser in my crosshairs and he looks to be a ‘cutey’ too…’release the Kraken’ lets have the sharks start circling.
A ‘panty thief’ is a term primarily reserved for cross-dressers or panty sniffers that enjoy smelling women’s soiled underwear. The world is full of married males that wear panties. Many a suburban couples party will have either slip away from the revelry to find the laundry room in a friends home. Stealing away their cherished treasure they’ll add them to their collection after using them to masturbate.
The time for Carl ‘the store detective’ to go into action had arrived.
His hand slipped into the leather satchel, fishing around he laid the male purse on the counter next to the sweaters so he could search better. Easy to flip open the black leather wallet held only a five-point silver-plated star with a picture ‘ID’ on the other side.
Thinking it may help in get out of any traffic problems the badge was a gift from a politician who made him an honorary county sheriff after Carl had straightened out his messy taxes. His hand dipped back in feeling for the metal handcuffs. Lifting them out he next put them in his back pocket of the designer jeans that highlighted his pretty bum.
Trailing behind he watched the male look longingly at the chiffon peignoir set on display. He whispered the thought to himself ‘I’d say you’re a medium in that honey…. though those tiny matching panties are too small and will never hold your cock once its hard’.
He swooped in and took hold of the thin looking male by the elbow leading him to the empty changing room. At 6’ 2” in height Carl had him by a good 6 inches or so.
“Hi Helen….damn shoplifters….we may have a problem….I’ll take the offender in here and investigate further.”
Helen remained silent and smiled back while nodding her head as she folded the tissue paper before slipping it i...nto place on the shelf of the counter.
“Huh what?..... please I didn’t mean anything by it….I can pay for them.”
“In here…. the room on the end by the mirror….time to find out what else you’ve taken.”
Once inside he showed the badge and jangled the handcuffs before putting them in his back pockets.
A face too pretty for a male he nervously looked at Carl trying at first to plead his case with just his eyes.
“Please let me go…I don’t know what I was thinking…my girlfriends away on a trip to Vegas with her teammates…… I just thought…. I mean…...I just wanted to…its been so long since I’ve had….”
Carl stopped him mid-sentence.
“Quiet…..everything off…Let’s see if you are wearing other things you may have stolen…..shoplifters have lots of tricks up their sleeves…..why I’ve seen women put on 4 different new tops under a baggy sweatshirt and try to walk out…..Lets go out of everything….your name what is it?”
The large suite changing room had three different mirrors. Slipping out of his clothing Carl looked at the male in the mirror to see how cute his butt appeared.
“Its Dale sir.”
Carl liked hearing ‘Dale’ use the deferential tone acknowledging his perceived authority.
With nothing but his jockey bikini shorts on the male raised his hands as if to say ‘see I have nothing else’.
Dangling the cuffs Carl commanded the room.
“I said everything off…..step out of those….Down on your knees Dale hands behind your back while I search your backpack…..you better not have a weapon in here ....that would make it a felony.
“No sir I hate guns.”
Carl moved close, leaning over as he towered above him his jeans near the Dale’s face he slipped the handcuffs out and soon had them secured to his hands in back. He held still looking at the cuffs being an avid BDSM enthusiast skilled in the art of bondage and restraints Carl could feel himself getting aroused.
Carl pulled not one but 3 pairs of panties out from the back-pack.
“A panty thief huh….you come in here often…..have you stolen things from this store before?”
As he spoke to him he let his fingers roam along the males neatly combed shoulder length hair tied back in a loose low ponytail.
“No sir….I don’t know what made me do it.”
“I’ll tell you what made you do it…you like how they look…. you like how they feel…how long have you been cross dressing?’
Feeling the handcuffs starting to hurt if he moved Dale looked up at Carl aware he was about to confess his closely guarded life-long secret.
“For as far back as I can remember sir.”
Carl slid closer and spoke as his hand moved to his zipper.
“Well I suppose we could make an exception in your case….I mean if we reach an accommodation of sorts…..maybe I could think about not pressing charges.”
He lowered his zipper and pulled out his cock.
“Pout your lips…better here then county jail.’
Dale realized what he was being told to do the cock growing hard in front of his face his eyes lifted to look at Carl before dropping to see the 6” stiff dick. He had never sucked a cock before. The statistical fact is that most cross dressers are heterosexual yet there isn’t a CD alive who hasn’t pondered what it would feel like to suck a cock and also feel it sliding inside him.
Dale could feel his submissive feminine side expanding getting the better of him.
“I’ve never sucked a ……”
Carl eased the cock in stopping Dale from speaking. His voice changing to a more womanly tone Carl could feel his feminine persona ‘Cindy’ coming out to play.
“That’s it…..just like that dear…why I’m certain we’ll discover you’re a natural born cocksucker.”
One hand on top of his head Carl used the other to lower his own pants down further. He next hefted his balls so Dale could lick them.
“That’s it why you have all the makings for being a good gurl…flick that pretty tongue lick those balls.”
He hadn’t met a cross dresser yet that didn’t like being called a good gurl. That probably helped explain the rise in the interest of Female Dominance, the idea that a male would succumb to the feminine within him as the power figure of a woman held sway over him was an arousing concept to so many CD’s.
Once a woman recognizes she can take a husband or boyfriend with her strap-on most choose to do so. Cementing themselves as the loving female authority figure in the days ahead they enjoy the power rush of knowing they are in charge.
Halfway through the blowjob Carl started to think on how he could bring the cute tart of a naïve CD home with him. He knew he had plenty of feminine things that would make it hard for Dale to resist once he had him there.
“So you are headed home alone I take it?’
Dale stopped sucking to answer.
“My girlfriend is playing in a softball tournament in Las Vegas…she’s out there with a lot of friends who are on the team.”
He took his dick and swatted Dale’s face just for the sheer rush of humiliation Dale would feel.
Carl helped lift Dale to his feet letting his hands run down along his thin legs.
“You’re as hard as the white Cliffs of Dover….you liked sucking on my cock didn’t you? I can tell you like being retrained as well…it frees you from any guilt you may have doing things you really want to do.”
Carl sat before letting his hand stroke Dale’s cock.
“Yes sir I did.”
He next watched as Carl slip Dale’s own penis inside his mouth.
“Ohhhhh my…..that feels so nice sir.”
“I know just what good gurls like you enjoy Heather by the way you’re not the only CD in this room.”
Just then Helen knocked on the door.
“Ten minutes til closing time…just thought you should know."
Carl responded using one of the many clichés he heard from his father over the years. The dad’s favorite Yankee player was Yogi Berra. There were so many ‘Yogi-isms’ he could choose from. ‘It ain’t over til its over, the future ain’t what it used to be, Deja vu all over again. You can observe a lot just by watching’.
“Its getting late early…….Alright Helen.”
“You’re free for a week right Heather? Answer me gurl.”
Dale got a thrill being called Heather.
“Yes sir….I mean there is work but I’ve accrued lots of days off.”
“Good you’re coming home with me tonight….all this body hair has got to go and instead of you being locked up in county it will be this boi-clitty of yours that’s confined among other things.”
Collecting themselves the two walked out of the changing rooms. Just before they opened the door Dale slid his body next to Carl’s and kissed him.
“Teach me sir …..teach me everything.”
“Oh you’re going to learn alright there is so much that you don’t know…. First off when were alone my name is Domina Cindy…outside you address me as sir. You’re a born submissive and I’m your alpha Fem-Dom CD Heather gurl.
“Helen…that peignoir set…lets have it in medium.”
“What’s her name?”
Carl looked at Dale as he took a drink of the bottle of soda he’d taken from his back pack..
“Put that down its poison you’re on water from now on your skin will thank you later.”
“But I saw the commercials….they were on TV.’
“Poison…death from sugar.”
“…they were having fun…at the beach…there were girls …in bikini’s…every one was smiling.”
“It’s leads to obesity by high fructose corn syrup …..poison, throw it away.”
Carl turned to Helen.
“It’s Heather….can you have the cosmedics department put together a quick makeup set she’ll need plenty of moisturizer to hold the foundation and powder too…the works, throw in whatever you think will help use my account…..A nice purse with a shoulder strap …go as high as 3 or 4 hundred I want it to be high quality leather.”
“I love the name Heather….how cute, I could do a quick bra fitting and we have the latest 4th generation breast forms just in…I’d say a c-cup with her frame. Leave her to me I guarantee you’ll like what you see. Cosmedics will have it ready on the 1st floor when you leave unless I can get someone to run it up…..let me see what I can do. Estee Lauder is best for ‘her’ skin type. ”
In 20 minutes time Dale went from thinking he’d been arrested for shoplifting to ascend to ‘Crossdresser Heaven’. Being called a gurl’s name while being fitted for a new bra and panties in a lingerie section had always been the secret desire of most any serious CD and he was no different.
Finishing the look Helen had given Heather a French braid that laid peacefully on the back of the blue robins-egg colored cashmere sweater. A pair of 1” heeled slip-ons had the white skinny jeans leaving his ankles on display. Using a ‘simple loop’ Helen adjusted the Hermes silk scarf to better hide his small Adams apple before adding her quick comment.
"Sweetie this hair of yours has such potential, you'd look cute with 3" hoop earrings."
She touched his nose with her index finger.
"Pumpkin, anytime you need intimate wear you come see me, you secret is safe with me honey."
The talented woman next used the finger to point to her cheek.'Heather' kissed it and replied.
"Thank you Ms. Helen, I'll remember that Maam."
The moment he turned to look in the mirror he could feel the c-cup breast forms move in the lightweight peach colored demi-cup bra. His breath grew short when he saw how quickly Helen had made his face look pretty using her own makeup.Proud at her efforts she led him out to show him off.
“Miss Helen my supervisor wanted me to run this up.”
“Thanks Tuti lay it on the counter…..are you learning things down there, you may not make much yet you’ll learn things many a young woman your age would benefit from.”
“Yes Maam, I’m hoping to be an influencer one day you know some of those ‘You-tuber’s’ make lots of money and have have millions of followers…. I love that sweater do we have that in a Petite…I’m sorry reflex Ms. Helen… I’ll check in the morning.’
The polished sales woman waved goodbye to the couple as they left thrilled at having made her week if not her month in sales quota.
“Shhhhhhh would you guys be quiet I’m on the facetime app with my boyfriend.”
Her two friends in just their bra and panties and cowgirl boots shouted out as they lifted their beers.
‘What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas’ …that is unless of course one can see what is occurring with a room full of women in the background who are partying in a 5 star Las Vegas hotel room like its’ 1999.
“Hi Honey…we made the next round and might even make the final four if we keep winning. I’m afraid we’ll be here at least another week or so…everything is comped so that’s fine by me besides I could use a good vacation from work.’
In the background a topless woman with a western rodeo style hat rode on the shoulders of the beefy male like she was a ‘yipping and yowwing’ cowgirl.
“Trudy shhhhhh, stop it …..he might see you…go into the other room please.”
Looking at the screen Natalie smiled.
“You seem kind of quiet ….everything good….you’re not doing anything I wouldn’t do are you?....have you started ‘spanking your monkey’ with me gone…lets face it us women know you males just can’t keep your hands off it.”
Wearing panties a garter-belt and stockings with high heels underneath the robe his naked breast forms swayed slightly giving him reason to move closer to get just his head shot on the laptop camera. The thrill of being caught near overwhelmed him.
“That looks like one of my robes…..Baby did you go to the barber, you hair looks a little different pulled back like that…I like it… it looks kind of hip. Did he do your eyebrows they seem thinner? You texted me the other day and said you had your ears pierced, I don’t see the studs, sweetie you have to keep them in or they will close up.”
Dale deflected the inquiry.
“Hummmm how’s the tournament oh wait you send you won.”
Prince’s ‘1999’ playing in the background Natalie smiled once more.
She lifter her top and gave a quick look to the door then back at Dale as she shook her pretty pair of naked milky d-cups.
“Hmm darling,….how’d you like to have these pretty things….”
Biting her lip she added
“….to play with.”
‘Heather’ thought if she only knew.
“Sorry my mothers calling Natalie…”
Having said it so frequently the last few days he almost had added the monikor ‘domina’
“I really should take it….…you have fun hun I’ll check later to see how you did in your softball games.”
“Bye bye darling I miss you…”
Natalie giggled out
“…and I miss that pretty tongue of yours licking my vagina…..you like worshipping my pussy don’t you babe….see you later honey.”
The screen went dark as Heather let out a sigh. He turned to see Domina Cindy holding up a semi-sheer white knee length petticoat.
“Come Heather dear time for your crinoline…I see your alpha woman is enjoying her self in Vegas….you have your housewife lessons to attend to.”
“Yes Domina Cindy.”
“So did it feel nice knowing your lovely naked breasts were only a lift away of your robe from being seen? Yessss gurls like us just love showing off our boobies don’t we?..... the breast forms may be fake yet they look so real. Lets get you in your bra baby lots of rooms needing to be cleaned requires your attention....woman's work is never done.”
“Yes Domina Cindy.”
Cindy always enjoyed wearing her leather slacks and crimson chiffon blouse when giving instruction. Along with her leather boots it made her seem so powerfully dominant in a matronly kind of way.
The seasoned CD was skilled in creating a new more feminine persona in a novice cross dresser she was training. Carl knew that Dale wouldn’t be the same carefree male when their initial time together was completed. Now knowing he had another week or so he would borrow deeper into his mind building on what he was creating…. A male turned t-gurl who would admit one day to his real woman he needed to worship her as the woman’s feminine submissive.
Cindy had done it before with more then a few others, it was his belief once a woman learns she too can be an alpha female she can more easily get passed the typical assigned gender roles. With Natalie being in the business world he would help develop her logic that would help her see the wisdom of having her own ‘wife’. Cindy felt that the woman could be turned to accept 'Heather' if handled deftly by him.
He loved the challenge of it he enjoyed the changing of the guard in the couples power dynamic and most of all he loved seeing a male evolve through female hormones and training into a true post-op T-gurl breasts and all including a vagina.
Leaving aside the issue of whether or not they believed themselves to be a girl trapped in a boy’s body Cindy thought many a cross dresser was what he called a ‘fence sitter’.
Developing the ‘urges’ in their younger years was understandable if one considered most of the authority figures in young males lives were women. Seeing their mother doing housework many a male took to processing the idea in their developing minds ‘ if it is what she is doing then I should also want to do it’. Watching beautiful mothers dress and undress… and bathe… and do make up…and do hair… and put on lingerie created a deep-seated need to do likewise.
It was something made even more influential if the father had divorced the woman. Courts routinely gave most if not all of full custody to the female. It was only as they got older that they were then eased away most often through sports. Though certainly some never let go of the apron strings with their delightful bows and frills.
Simply put in schools women ruled affecting boys as they neared puberty and beyond. From ballet classes to home ’EC’ courses some schools in present day took to teaching males things that only girls used to learn. Results have shown that males adopted a more gentle personality shunning violence for a more tepid or even submissive level of behavior.
One example was tackle football being cancelled in many schools now that results of concussion syndrome were being exposed. The ‘NFL’ while mostly abandoning old pros and their head woes because of the bottom-line costs recognized that if they lose the children they would have a business that would have designated shelf life. That reason alone showed why they produced deceiving commercials in an effort to spread the message football wasn’t harming children.
Cindy’s fence-sitter theory was that CD's could stay dressed up for hours or even days if given the chance yet the minute that a male discharged he would scurry back to the safer more comfortable world of male privilege.
Feminine clothes put away until the next window of opportunity their inner dialogue would pull up feelings of guilt and remorse often leading to ‘purges’ where all they had collected was thrown away despite the cost of it.
“Small steps…walk as though on a straight line… ..stay close Heather …you’re just a gurl with her guy…”
Carl and ‘Heather’ walked slowly out of the department store with Dales arm looped through Carl’s.
“See there you’re even are carrying a shopping bag to go with your pretty purse ….you’re makeup and hair look fine…nothing too dramatic… nothing too Rupaul ‘sashay Shantay’……you fit right in never forget that….just a gurl who is going to go home put on her babydoll and please her dominant male as way of thanking him for spending money on his docile woman.”
Spotting the approach Carl leaned down and kissed Dale’s cheek as two older women a little too thick around the waist then they’d like neared them.
“See Hazel romance isn’t dead.”
“Yes Mable they make a lovely couple…probably a nice husband and wife don’t you think?”
Carl smiled and stopped their movement to stand in front of the two older ladies. Dale was petrified enough that he gripped the inside of Carl’s arm a little more firmly.
“Good evening ladies, How lovely you two look…. might you know if Finkel’s jewelry store is still open…want to get something for my little lady here…she is usually so shy yet get her at a jewelry counter and her eyes sparkle…I know how much women like you and her enjoy bright shiny objects. Besides moneys no concern when it comes to love is it?”
Once more he kissed Dale who was a good 7” shorter despite the 1’ heels. One of the women let her hand rest on Dale’s arm.
“Sweetie you have a keeper there….though I would shoot for rubies, emeralds or even diamonds if he’s buying.”
The other woman spoke.
“Better get on your best maiden-form girdle when you get home…make him chase you around the dining room table a few times before you give in.”
The other one added in after looking at her friend.
“Us women…we always give in at the end…. don’t we?”
Dale decided to just go with it. He leaned up and planted a kiss on Carl’s cheek. As soft as he could make it he spoke.
“I know I do…especially since he has the kind of thickness that fits inside me just right…..”
His hand flew up to hold at his colored lips as though he was embarrassed.
“…What’s gotten into me….I can’t believe I just said that …I’m sorry….I do love your earrings."
“Thanks dear on the earring compliment….Nothing to be sorry for honey…. after all isn’t penetration really the only thing they’re after any way…..I’m sure you have a lovely little flower between your legs that enjoys attention....better go to the store before it closes.”
Heather was typical of many a CD that was partially living out his fantasy in real time yet he truly had no idea what he had just gotten himself into.