Cindy and a CD & another makes 3 ...part 4
All in the large pharmacy heard the screech being shouted out. Anthony turned and looked while holding the basket loosely in his hand. He could swear he saw the older woman at the prescription window fall to the ground. One employee came racing down the Woman’s ‘feminine-care’ aisle past him. As she swooshed by him his basket spun off his wrists and flew to the floor dropping its contents like a falling ‘Genga’ tower.
Horrified he saw the 3 packs of pantyhose, the can of woman’s foam shaving crème, a bottle of Jean Nate bath oil, two turtle shell cases holding false eyelashes with glue, a bottle of nail polish remover, a pack of double sided emery boards and one large see through bag of extra-large size cotton balls. On all fours he started to collect them with 5 other employees rushing by glad something stopped the endless monotony of having to stock shelves. The last one stopped picked up the pantyhose before speaking.
“You know our house-brand is on sale.”
Anthony covered the items with a celebrity magazine after walking to join the others at the pharmacy’s prescription pick-up window.
The spritely woman of 86 lifted herself off the ground shooing away any help.
“I’m fine I’m fine I went through the depression and world war two for god's sake I know how to take care of myself. What I don’t like is highway robbery you ought to be wearing masks.”
She looked at the woman.
“Are you the manager?….how can you charge $100 a prescription for something that’s a topical crème…..heroin dealers don’t charge that much.”
“It’s just that Maam you are out of network.”
“What I really must be is out of my mind for shopping here…..have you no decency, do you look everyone in eye with a straight face while trying to steal them blind….hey look I know you just work here but still and all.”
“Sorry I know how you feel my grand mother is your age and has the same beef. I’m just a working stiff trying to make it through my shift…like everyone else here they pay me minimum wage and expect me to work my tail off.”
As the crowd started to disperse the female employee looked at the woman.
“Its ‘big Pharma’….between them and the banks too big to fail with their predatory lending the two of them have no conscience.”
Anthony Pagelli sat in his car taking a drag off his cigarette the life long cross dresser had been doing the routine for years. Go in buy the things necessary to briefly enhance later the feminine look he sought. He’d then move on and buy some female clothing and lingerie that would be thrown out in a purge riddled with guilt and remorse that he hadn’t been born true female.
Old school enough to still read newspapers he ripped out the coupon that said 30% off two days only. Sensing a need to calm his nerves after the experience of purchasing feminine items intended only for women he lifted out the vaping pipe. Next stop was to be ‘Grace’s Laces’ the intimate-wear shop for discerning females.
“Millions of husbands out there wear panties.”
With 3 genetic women nearby Anthony heard the saleswoman state it loudly. Feeling like a fish out of water in the intimate wear section his headed pivoted to see if the females close by heard her also. The last woman glared at him as though he was some kind of pervert. Turning back his eyes grew large thinking she ‘just knew’ he was a cross dresser.
“Oh I didn’t mean you…. these pretties are for your wife I know that.”
Her shoulders dip to look around him to spot the woman in line behind him staring with a look on her face that showed she didn’t believe a word the sales clerk had said.
“These panties aren’t for him he’s buying them for his wife, he’s a regular here why I’ve seen him get bra and panty sets, nighties, teddies….last Christmas he walked out with a peignoir set….. you know how expensive those are?”
Her attention refocused she scanned the last pair of panties.
“Didn’t you tell me once you played football?”
“Yea I was a 3rd down pulling guard back then every team used them yet these days no team does.”
“You look pretty thin for football.”
“10, 15 years ago something like that ….it feels like a it was a long time gone…..plus I had an illness awhile back that dropped my weight significantly.”
Truth was at a 146 pounds Anthony could now fit into plenty styles of women’s clothing and could look good wearing them.
Fortune had smiled on Anthony allowing him to make plenty of money as a real estate agent before the big collapse. Oddly enough at the time he was in between big deals when he got into a dispute that had him suspend purchasing any houses. Cash and a safe ‘flight to quality’ bonds in the bank he watched as the economy took a tumble.
A talented business-woman in her own right his wife Alice felt blessed the two’s wealth actually increased while others they knew diminished. Friends of theirs dropped like flies off the roll of membership at their country club. The two picked up a new larger home in the upscale neighborhood that was filthy with property in back of the house.
Considering herself to be an alpha female her boutique shop thrived to the point she’d been opening joint franchises in other towns over the past 10 years. It was a no lose proposition if the franchise was successful she received 25% of the profits if it wasn’t Alice wasn’t on the hook for any losses. She called it her ‘mailbox’ checks, every month she went to the mailbox and picked up her checks.
It was the reason why she was away from the home that weekend allowing her husband to delve uninterrupted in his secret passion of cross-dressing. A trip to the dermatologist with Alice a few years earlier had them surprised to find out he had a type of eczema that gradually required he keep most of his body free of hair. It was explained that most likely due to his immune related illness he now had sensitive skin and the sweat from his body would activate the eczema to the point he would itch and scratch mercilessly until treated.
Having planned it in his mind for two months he was finally going to go the club internet reviewers called the hottest underground gay bar that included lesbian’s, cross-dressers and ‘bdsm’ masters with subs all dancing under the same roof. At home by 8 that night fresh out of the shower Anthony laid out all his items he always got a thrill to see everything he bought in one place.
An hour later his alter ego he called ‘Tamera’ was dashing a final touch up of rouge to his cheeks. The closeted cross-dresser gave a tug to his wig and slid in ‘bobby pin’s to help keep it secure. Checking his false nails once more he hoped they stayed in place hating the symmetry violation if one should come unglued and fall off.
In front of the mirror the leather slacks held pulled lower as his finger push and prodded until he had ‘tucked’ his balls and little plaything as his wife some times called it into the tight fitting panties. The lace trimmed ‘gaff’ thong made it appear as though he had a vagina giving off a ‘camel-toe’ look once in place.
Leather pants in place he slid the side zipper up while wondering what it would feel like if he really had a real pussy between his legs. The glittering ‘Burnel gold lame’ top left 3 buttons undone loose enough to allow it he gave off a sway to let the c–cup breast forms jiggle in their bra. Walking to the 2 year old Jaguar automobile in the driveway after tonight he no longer would be a CD all dressed up with no where to go.
The neon sign ‘Candy Rockers’ flashed on and off for the club that sat on the edge of town between the upscale suburb and one less wealthy that had its share of ruffians living in a middle class neighborhood. If one wasn’t careful they might stray unknowingly in the area the rich people called the other side of the tracks.
Anthony drove around the block twice while working up the nerve to park in the private lot and go in. He pulled to the side of the county road. 3 hits of the joint had him waiting smoking a cigarette until he could feel the lift-off from the weed. ‘Tamera’ took a deep breath and drove into the parking lot moving the car to where the attendant was pointing.
Palming the crisp $100 bill ‘she’ slid it into his hands as though giving him an innocent handshake.
“Can you park it near the front in case I have to leave?”
“Right this way and thanks for the ‘love letter’, I can always use a hundo….use the side entrance….Twinks and T-gurls have no cover charge.”
Carl sat at the bar holding his phone out so the bouncer and bartender at ‘Candy Rockers’ could see the images as he swiped them across the screen.
“What’s that a puppy cage?…... she looks like a cutie…..a pretty t-gurl locked in her cage until her master gets home.”
“Discipline boys discipline a gurl’s got to know her place in the relationship….Her name’s Heather…another newbie cross-dresser who is now in over his head….caught him stealing panties at Henderson’s.”
Both the bartender and bouncer laughed.
“You broke out the sheriffs badge again didn’t you? ‘Store detective Carl’ hard at work.”
Again all 3 laughed before Carl spoke.
“Hey, you’d be surprised how many times that has worked. I’m going to pass on my Heather to his wife. I’ve been speaking with her. I do so love taking male cross dresser’s that are fence sitters and turning them trans…if things go like I expect them to he’ll no longer be living like a normal guy instead he’ll be a hyper feminine t-gurl maybe even a wife for his woman.”
“Say good bye to watching football with your mates on Saturdays Heather….she on hormones yet?”
Just then the bartender stopped speaking and turned his head using his eyes to point for the others.
“Say is that a twink or a t-gurl?”
The bouncer answered first.
“Either way its fresh meat, he looks to nervous you see the way he’s clutching his purse I’m guessing it’s his first time out.”
The world of fashion a 2nd language for Carl he noticed it immediately.
“The T-gurl has expensive tastes, that’s a Salvatore Ferragamo Gancini quilted leather…it goes nice with the gold lame top.”
“With you passing Heather on to…did you say his girlfriend or wife?.....you may want to pluck this newbie up Carl …or maybe I should say Domina Cindy.”
His eyes attracted by the light on the dance floor ‘Tamera’ walked by fake boobs bouncing passing the three taking no notice they were giving Anthony the once over.
Carl tilted his head letting his nostrils flare to smell the fragrance as Tamera strutted past.
“Channel #5….we have a classy gurl here to go after. 15 or 16 hundred dollar purse, expensive perfume, nice outfit….. well put together…I like how thin she keeps her figure she looks good in tight black leather slacks. Olive oil skin….he’s Italian.”
“We? You maybe….me and him have to work all night.”
Carl laughed before speaking.
“Yea…you two usually do alright by the end of the night if I remember right.”
“Ain’t too hard to pick up a cute gay boy or twink or even a T-gurl if they’re wasted.”
Tamera was enjoying himself with 3 other t-gurls who’d let him join them at their table. Tammy ordering 2 bottles of champagne for the table may have helped yet all got on well after the introductions. It was everything he was hoping it would be. Talking with others dancing feeling so girlish Tamera even got a charge of going to the powder room filled with T-gurls just like him. Posing in front of the mirror he slid on the fresh coat of lipstick and looked at the 8 lines of coke Sally laid out.
He turned to Sally one of his new friends.
“I’m having so much fun Sally…..I wish tonight would never end.”
“Take a whiff of these and you’ll be having even more fun….there’s two for each of us…I’m desperate to suck a cock later.”
It had been way too long since he’d last done a blast of ‘White Lady’ up his nostrils.
“Tammy your voice it sounds so pretty…you must practice a lot….I know what you mean tonight is a ball…. it nights like these that make me want to transition full time…. you ever wish you were a real woman?”
All Tamera had to do was look at Sally to let the redheaded T-gurl know he’d considered the idea.
The Black Eyed Peas ‘I got a feeling’ blasting through the speakers Tamera danced moving in the heels as though he had worn them all his life. Sally, Janice and Gina were leading the small ‘Congo-line’ as it made its way to the edge of the dance floor. Tamera let his hands rest on Gina’s waist from behind until he suddenly felt a pair on his hips. A quick shake with his hair had him glance behind to see Carl smiling back at him. He’d felt so buzzed being girlish all night he kind of liked the feeling of being the prey.
Carl wasn’t a predator so much as an enthusiast he never thought himself to be corrupting but rather more as an educator always ready to turn a part-timer to a full time trans. From the age of 7 he knew the answer though he would spend the rest of his life looking for the question.
As they turned left Carl eased Tamera out of the line to go right. Into the slighter darkness of the club he slid Tamera close.
Carl let his arm tactically move up to hold on the wall semi-capturing Tammy from moving.
“My Name is Carl and you are the hottest gurl in here honey…did your friends call you Tamera?”
Tammy smiled before nodding ‘yes’ a mere 5’ 7” the t-gurl lifted his head to look at the lanky Carl.
“Yes my name is Tammy or Tamera.”
“That’s yes ‘sir’.”
He waited to see how Anthony would respond as Carl let his eyes penetrated the t-gurl.
“Yes sir …..Carl.”
“You’re far too beautiful to be called just Tammy all the time…no it should be Tamera its sounds much more elegant for a woman like you.”
Using his finger he tilted Tamera’s head up by the chin. His hand on the wall drifted down as Carl pulled Tammy in for a kiss. The moment Tamera felt the tongue swirling inside his mouth he wanted more of it. Carl pulled him tight to his body using his other hand to grasp his pretty butt cheek. He next let it slip down to rub the smooth appearing crotch of Tamera.
“It feels good to be tucked doesn’t it Tammy?”
“Yes sir….your hand….its so strong…..it makes me feel weak.”
“Tamera unbutton your blouse more….I’m certain you’re wearing a pretty bra, you take the time to get it right….I can tell a classy ‘tart’ when I see one.”
Flattered Tamera felt vindicated he’d taken care primping at the 18th century antique vanity table that his Alice imagined being the only one in the marriage to use.
Carl let his hand slide on top of the c-cup breast pushing it in slightly as he kissed Tamera again. His legs slid between Tamera’s.
“Sweetie rub that clitty against……ohhhh yea……that’s it,……good gurl…..you were born to wear high heels.”
Tammy swirled his hips grinding his smoothness against Carl’s leg. He started to moan girlishly feeling the joy coming from the friction of it. He was living the dream he had dreamt so often….to be treated like an attractive woman. Carl held the ‘bullet’ piece filled with ‘blow’ to Tammy’s nose. Seconds later he pulled it up the canal. Both his hands went round Tamera’s ass. The T-gurl let his head drift back the moment the powder instantaneously crossed the blood-brain barrier intact and exploded like fireworks in his brain.
Tamera pulled his gold lame blouse open at the shoulders and shook his breasts as his hands held near his waist moving in time with the shimmy. The hint of the fishnet pantyhose peeked out from his beltless leather slacks.
The nice thing about being wealthy is you can have a home with a shitload land in front and back. The neighbor looked out the window close enough he could see the property far away enough he could write it off to an early morning hallucination. He took one more sip of hot coffee spiked with ‘Bailey’s Irish Cream’.
“Naaawwww…that can’t be….”
He looked down at the coffee mug one of his wife’s the slogan on it read ‘Petticoat Government.’
“I gotta stop catching a morning buzz before my wife gets up.”
His walk of shame was going to be short waking up on the front lawn of his home Anthony looked down to see his leather slacks balled up near the manicured evergreen bush. His fishnet stockings with a tear down the side look worse then they were. As he turned he could feel the naked breast forms jiggle. Instinctively he used one hand to hold his blouse closed to cover them.
Too many ‘Zambuca’s too many hits on the one hitter and too much blow up his nose gave him a hangover he hadn’t felt in years. The dainty feelings of femininity giving way He could feel the guilt rushing in now that he was awake and felt his morning stubble returning. That feeling of impending doom wafted over him followed by the doubt….what would happen?…..how will things turn out?…what time did I get home?….how did my car get there? Why does it look like I have a vagina between my legs?
His nose lifted in the air like a puppy….’what was that smell?’ Five seconds later he felt even more embarrassed knowing he’d soiled his panties with some of the urine having run down his leg.
It all was coming back to him picking up his purse he checked to see if his phone and keys were inside. One foot in heel’s the other bare but for the fishnet clinging wet with dew to his toes he one-footed and hopped to the door picking up his $1700 leather pants on the way. A quick glance had ‘Cinderella’ deciding to look for the lost matching heel later.
In the bathroom mirror the mess of running mascara gave off the look of a raccoon who’d been crying. It took a good 45 minutes to shower away the remorse as well as the grime of perspiring from the evening before.
Naked ‘Tamera’ sat on the edge of the bed picking up the phone he opened the ‘photo’s’ icon. The first half dozen or so were of him and his new friends that had vowed they would be best ‘gal-pals’ forever.
A few swipes him had him discovering the video. The minute it registered he started to get an erection. Putting the phone down so he could look at it he reached for the nightstand drawer pulling out the jar of Vaseline his wife often used to help repair her lips applying a swipe or two over night.
Tammy hit the arrow re-starting the video while his right hand ran the slick ‘Vaseline’ on his cock. He wondered what happened to the two lost faux nails on his left hand as he slowly masturbated. There it was…..on his knees he was sucking Carls’ cock who was doing the filming.
“Oh Tamera you’re such a hot gurl….where did you learn to suck cock like that…..”
Anthony an expert at edging ran his hand up and down his cock enjoying what he was watching.
“Look at your master when he’s talking to you or you’re going to get the spanking of your life.”
The video had Tammy looking up keeping the cock in his mouth. The action went on for another good 6 minutes or so until suddenly he heard Carl speaking.
“So good to have the file and your contact info. I wonder what your wife will say when she sees it. Let’s plan on talking soon babe.”
A loud masculine grunt sounded out to look at it one would have thought Tamera wanted all the cream her mouth could capture.
Liking how the breast forms still felt Anthony shifted on the bed while he stroked harder knowing he was going to lick up any that came out. It was seeing Carl pull out and let the final blast land on ‘Tammy’s’ face that did it.
Unlike Carl’s loud yelp Tamera softly cooed out partly whimpering as the warmness oozed over his fingers. Licking his fingers his head glanced into the mirror above his Alice’s dresser. The thought inescapable….’I’m becoming her….that gurl I’ve always known was inside me’.
End of part 4 …..