'Failure is not an option.'

‘Failure is not an option.’ pt 1 by DLC's alyssa

Vanessa Waterfield laid in bed feeling like the Queen in her castle. 10 acres all wooded the new home rested in the carved out clearing giving her privacy so often deemed a requirement of the wealthy. A few minutes earlier her eyes had opened on feeling the rays of sun hit her face. Looking around she’d liked what she had done with the femininely appointed bedroom. It showed what a woman was capable of possessing a sense of style lacking in so many others and with enough money that it was of little concern.

Soft and gentle Vanessa heard the knocking lightly tapping on the door. Her hand moved up brushing a collection of hair off her forehead as she thought about it …‘should I go back to sleep for a spell, get up and meditate or begin the day now with some coffee and freshly baked croissant and a check of the overnight markets?’.

The coffee won out giving her reason to lift the tiny bell some use to announce dinner. Shaking her wrist the chimes rang out announcing her approval to enter. Moments later the door opened.

“Good morning Maam is this a good time or should I return later?”

A simple motion with her hand pointed the way to enter. Always quick to assess her eyes ran over the shapely figure dressed in the crisply ironed day uniform of her working maid. The hem just above the knees rose to a tapered waistline made so from months of corset training. Tied tight at the waist a teacup apron had a large bow in back fluffed out adding to its femininity.

Above the apron the 127 pound frame had a pair of c-cup breasts providing alluring curvature many women especially those with less would enjoy having. Matching capped sleeves in white embroidered lace picked up the ‘Peter-Pan’ collar of the same material. Held in place using ‘bobby-pins’ a maid’s cap rested on top of the hair styled in a French twist.

Skilled at noticing detail the woman thought the red varnish on the fingernails sculpted a quarter inch past the tips looked pretty. Silently laying the tray on the unused portion of the bed her maid looked at her.

“Will that be all Maam?”

“For now Maid Tamera, listen for my bell you do l know how I enjoy freshly warmed towels after my shower.”

“Yes Domina Vanessa such will be prepared and waiting Maam.”

“Oh one other thing…make sure my pet is fed with the warmed oatmeal, you know the dosage correct? Swirl it in with some cinnamon and raisins….his behavior is improving he’s coming along nicely and deserves a treat. Besides raisins are rich in fiber, vitamins and minerals packed with iron as any woman knows that aids a body teeming with female hormones. ”

“Yes Maam will do.”

Breaking at the wrist her hand motioned Maid Tammy to leave the woman alone. The twin ass cheeks pretty in their appearance pressing against the material rolled one after the other made easier from the pair of 3” high heels in black. Every month they seemingly increased in shapeliness confirming female hormones do work when given regularly to a former husband of a male turned trans.

Vanessa looked at the chair that had her folded yoga pants and a sleeveless t-shirt with the saying ‘Meditation isn’t what you think’ on it.

A push up with both hands had her lovely pair of sumptuous breasts give off a jiggle under the satin slip piece of a nightwear. Outlined against the expensive item plucked off the LaPerla website she had the kind of large expansive nipples that took up near half the size of part of her breasts.

Pinky fingers lifted she took a sip holding the cup with both hands signaling she wouldn’t be meditating that morning.

Vanessa thought about the irony it had been her husband Brad who had introduced the ‘new neighborhood’ John just moved in almost a year and a half previous.

“Failure is not an option.”

Vanessa looked at her friend Bethany saying it in all seriousness before sipping on her glass of Chardonnay.

“……I am a woman and have my needs. He can’t get it up and stay hard Bethany I swear something’s got to change should he continue to fail and not perform his duties as a husband.”

“Many males just aren’t the same as they used to be. ED is an issue an I think they feel threatened by women…what with us advancing in so many fields. You can tell the ones that are scared because they surround themselves with females that haven’t yet become enlightened as to our true power as women. You may have to bring in one who is capable. Have you ever heard of cuckolding?”

At the time truth be told she rarely heard the word cuckold used in her circles.

Her mind drifted back remembering her hubby Brad was on a losing streak both in bed and at work trading markets as an independent broker.

The two had first met at a Hedge Fund conference 4 years earlier like most newly married women she caved in and took to the role of normal housewife thinking having kids in the future it would be best. The children never came due to complications yet she remained a frustrated former trader now saddled with keeping the home in order.

“Hi guy name’s Brad we live…that is me and my wife Vanessa…we live on the corner.”

“Hi Brad I’m John, not married yet one never knows who they’ll meet if the right gal comes along huh?”

“Yea…women go figure….say I like your Lightening Strikers t-shirt I’m a big fan as well. Come let me introduce you to the little woman.”

The fact was Vanessa and Brad were near the same size and height at 165-ish and 5’ 8”. Though quick to adopt a trait learned as an analyst in the former industry she’d been in Vanessa was the type that didn’t like surprises.

“Say Honey meet John …he just moved in down the block.”

Brad wasn’t sure how Vanessa would react as she looked up from the flowerbed tending to the roses in front. Just that morning the two lied in bed with John struggling to get ‘it’ up. After some 20 minutes in he got hard and looked at her like he deserved a medal.

When Vanessa gave a brief caress to his balls he spurted out prematurely so often seen in a male turned sissy-girl unable to show any control. Not more then two hours earlier she had left him to shower with his masculine pride hurt and his penis benignly spent dangling uselessly between his legs.

Before the bathroom door closed the last words he had heard were ‘Failure is not an option….something has to change. I’m a woman I have my needs and quite capable of taking action’.

“There honey now just take your hands and cup his balls…knead them back and forth….be careful they can be quite tender and sensitive as you well know. ”

Half sitting up ‘good neighbor’ John let his arms stretch along the length of the headboard as he watched Brad touch his penis and balls. So commonly found in an alpha like him he felt a sense of power over the naked male.

Brad smiled nervously shifting he felt his penis locked in a chastity cage move as he did. There had been a time when a mass of pubic hair covered the area yet now his body was near as smooth and hairless as his wife’s Vanessa. Threatening to remove the last of the hair on his arms and under arms it had been her idea to give him a single line landing strip most women have on their mound.

“Hey babe…he looks cute with that little strip of hair like that…did they do that when he had his legs waxed?”

Her smile was genuine as she looked at Brad.

“Yes my baby likes feeling smooth don’t you sweetie?”

Brad looked up at her moving closer between the spread legs of John his head turned letting the ponytail in back slide along his shoulder.

Her hand touched Brads face before lightly toying with the ponytail of his hair.

“Next week he’ll have another laser treatment to his face. Were getting closer to where he won’t have to shave there any more. The ladies are getting used to seeing him. Helen showed us how much cleaner his face and pores are after those facials. She likes to do before and after pictures for clients.”

She let her finger glide along his tapered eyebrow gradually being reduced what had once been bushy and unkempt now the pair were taking on a thin shapelier look only seen on a woman.

Her mind drifted back to 5 months earlier when Vanessa had taken control over their relationship sitting at the kitchen table she laid out the financial documents. Months of losing trades on his part had been the catalyst. That Saturday morning in September she made it clear either she oversees everything or they would get divorced. On her own 9 months earlier at the start of the new year she had once more begun to trade her own account. The records compared to his showed the distinct difference.

Vanessa was up near 300,000 in profit while his balance sheet was in the red by 120,000. Signing the last of the papers Brad and his office was officially closed and Vanguard Trading proprietor Vanessa Waterfield took over the space. In one fell swoop he had become dependent on his woman for anything having to do with money or finances.

It was the start of what some call a gender role reversal in marriage. As with most males Brad had tied his self-esteem to how much money he made. It was a common mistake like pride that only works when you compare down he had a lowering of his self-worth. What seemed to add to it was now he was the one given the task of keeping the house clean and in order.

As so often occurs once one has claimed power the need to have more expanded. Vanessa new better then to give him free rein over the daily tasks so she set it up where she would be the final judge as to if things were in order and the way she liked.

The first month is was clear he needed the benefit of being taught how to properly clean a home. Spotting an ‘Ad’ for ‘Polish’ cleaning ladies on a pull-off note pad at the café she went to Vanessa made an arrangement with Sasha the woman who ran her crew of cleaners made up of females. Lessons learned on his part within 3 months he could do the necessary work on his own. It was agreed Sasha would come in once every two weeks for core cleaning while Brad did the day to day.

Brad’s lack of confidence showed up in bed. It used to be a place where his dominance asserted itself. Nothing makes a male feel diminished as much as not being able to perform. The couples therapist was the one to suggest it after reading the charts and doctor notes. ‘Says here physically he’s fine and should be able to get hard. Put him on a diet I’d start with smoothies and trim him to thinness. I can provide packets I buy wholesale’.

A bemused look on the woman’s face had her adding ‘I know its sounds unusual yet some of my couples use chastity to help motivate …once the penis is locked they tend to jump at the chance to get hard when released. I should point out ‘milking’ is necessary for heath reasons if nothing happens as time goes on’.

The woman touched Vanessa’s arm ‘call me later and I’ll explain ….males can get so touchy when they hear what it involves’.

A sheepish look on his face Brad held Vanessa’s hand as she walked out holding in her free hand the chastity cage that had a self-contained locking mechanism. Brad gave off a quiver at feeling his penis being caged and lock later that evening.

The same therapist suggested having his body be smooth shaven thinking it might heighten the skin sensations most often experienced by women who took being smooth for granted. Vanessa found him having lost weight and smooth as a baby’s butt looking closer to a female the she realized he could be. The chastity cage on and off every few days didn’t seem to work so the time spent in it by him was extended.

2 months later he held on all fours on the bed for his first milking session. Vanessa was amazed at how soft and thin his body was becoming gently caressing it she felt a surge of power as she guided the phallus looking vibrator in.

“Baby just like you’ve seen me do…..spread your legs a little wider….you know I never realized before that you have such a pretty butt.”

It was Brad’s moaning on her locating his g-spot of his prostate that she recognized how much he sounded like her when she climaxed. His penis restrained caged under lock and key he looked down stunned to see his cream ooze out on to the salad plate put there to collect it.

The message said to call to the female therapist. On the phone and Vanessa had a ‘woman to woman’ chat.

“I have to apologize those smoothie drinks for his diet…there is something you should know.’

Vanessa stopped her mid-sentence.

“It’s working wonders he is getting much thinner and I swear it’s changed his mood, he’s much more accepting and gentle these days. It goes well with him being domesticated our arguing is a thing of the past he simply obeys when given an order by me."

“I think I gave you the wrong batch…I have an alpha female who has her husband turning trans. You should meet her you’d like her she is really quite dominant especially in how she dresses. Well the thing is those smoothie mixes have female hormones like estrogen and t-blockers in their mix.”

It was a skill Vanessa had as one of the head traders back at her old firm and what she was reacquiring now trading on her own. She was quick at assessing a situation. Knowing she heard the therapist correctly she realized her Brad was on ‘the feminine path’ as the two called it after discussing it longer.

Vanessa responded to Evelyn the therapist with an open mind

“I say lets see how it goes, you know I’ve never been hung up like some regarding the LGBTQ community. Perhaps he will come to enjoy it I mean were both women look how much we like it.”

“Certainly it’s a valid point Vanessa maybe subconsciously his body has had its ED problem because it wants to change form. Though I will say based on some of my other couples that the women in the relationship tend to take on a more aggressive, assertive and dominant role as to controlling things.”

“I see nothing wrong with that Evelyn now that I am the breadwinner and trading again my natural dominance is returning. Besides with him home doing the cleaning in the house it will do him good to experience what many a woman is forced to put up with when acting as a housewife.”

“Sure Vanessa … a little taste of ‘walk a mile in your shoes’ kind of a thing….Ok so we’ll keep the smoothie mixes coming.”

A few weeks of being on a winning streak with the markets had Vanessa buying an outfit that showed off her rejuvenated dominant personality. A call home had her telling Brad to be waiting naked in his usual ‘milking’ position.

The act itself had taken on a ritualistic bent lights lowered to create a mood an aroma candle would be lit and he would hold still on hands and knees for a good ten minutes as though contemplating the role of beta receiver. The moment Vanessa would enter the energy in the room would shift noticeably to one of female dominance on her part.

The black leather slacks seemed to be painted on her skin. Strutting in wearing the matching leather under the knee boots with stiletto heels Vanessa wore a complimentary white silk blouse with billowing sleeves. As an after thought she picked up a leather handled riding crop at the Boutique leather shop she’d bought the pants at.

Standing legs spread Vanessa could see from his expression her look was captivating if not femininely intimidating. She lifted Brad’s head by the chin with the tip of the crop.

“What do you have to say for yourself?”

“I’ve finished all my housework and bathed and shaved and washed my hair like you want Vanessa. That bath oil you have me using feels nice on my skin.”

“I think some more appropriate would be best when addressing me….let me here you say yes Domina Vanessa.”

It was that moment couples have when a clear line was being drawn in the sand of a relationship. He knew if he said it he would be acknowledging her as his loving female authority figure in what was becoming a female led relationship.

It came tumbling out from his mouth.

“Yes Domina Vanessa.”

She walked around the side of the bed and gave off a quick five swats to his bum cheeks. She didn’t even know why she called him it yet it came out sounding commanding.

“Don’t flinch pet when I spank you.”

In a demonstration of his developing submissiveness he replied accepting the term free of complaint.

“Yes Domina Vanessa.”

There was something about saying it that turned him on. Her hand reached down cupping his balls.

“There seems to be a fullness to your sac….your cream has been collecting …fortunately for you I have liked what I’ve seen of your housework this past week.”

“Thank you Domina.”

Walking back in front of Brad she lifted his chin once more letting his hair spill to the side.

“You know were going to have to do something with this hair of yours. I like it long so were going to have you keep growing it. The more I see it the more it reminds me of Tammy my friend from college, yours isn’t as long as hers was yet the resemblance is there.”

Vanessa moved closer to the bed.

“Slide closer…let your nose take in the fragrance of my vulva.”

“Yes Domina.”

The more he took to saying it the more she liked hearing it.

Nostrils flaring he enjoyed the scent emitting from her vagina as the lips outlined themselves against her slacks. Tantalizingly she ran the riding crop along his back while he took in her womanly aroma.

“I have a new way for you to be milked that I think you will enjoy. I do hope you’ve adjusted to the new larger plug my pet. Did you douche yourself with an enema this time?”

“Yes Domina….it’s clean.”

“What do you mean by it’s….a woman douches to clean her pussy…perhaps that is what we’ll shall call ‘it’.”

The declaration hung in the air.

“Give me a cute little wiggle of that pretty bottom of yours and look out the window.”

Turning his head letting his shoulder length hair fall to the side he shook his butt and saw the salad plate underneath him before turning his head to look straight out the window.

“I must say that is very alluring the way you do that.”

“Thank you Domina.”

The strap-on dildo went on her hips a pull by each hand had her bringing it tight to the slacks. The mattress moved slightly as she slid on to it. Seconds later he could feel the tip entering him wet with lube she guided it in a little further. Slowly she eased its length in until none was left to push inside.

“Baby let your ‘pussy’ adjust to the size.”

A wave of feminine feelings flowing through him he never felt so full yet could feel his anal canal adjusting without Vanessa moving.

A minute or so later the woman began his deflowering. How many female virgins felt the same way?…how many boys turned gay or trans girls did also on their first time?

There is something about having a phallus inside one that brings out the gentle submissiveness that alpha’s enjoy producing in one they are shagging. Being penetrated one often can’t help but feel docile Brad was no different moving in in and out the moment Brad felt her hands grip him at the waist he knew what it was called…..there was no other way to say it….he was being fucked by his Domina Vanessa.

“Eeewww….Domina it feel sooo nice....oh, oh, oh, oh....Ewwww.”

“Good honey I want to hear you express your emotions Tammy…you’ve earned yourself a treat with your hard work.”

There she had said it she had called him by a woman’s name while reinforcing the link between doing housework so often done by woman to having pleasurable sex.

“Tammy Domina?”

Vanessa had considered she may need to sell it this first night. She lowered down on his back as she kept sliding the cock of a phallus in and out. The softness of the silk blouse, the comfort of her milky breasts pressing on his skin her hands glided over him then under to feel the looseness developing on his chest. She had noticed the first signs of puffiness to his nipples and was certain they were acquiring a sensitivity so often enjoyed by women.

“Yessss …Tammy….I see nothing wrong with it….ohhhh Baby it feels good to be inside you…..do you like it?”

“Yes Domina.’

“Good then we’ll keep on calling you Tammy. It’ll be a fun secret we keep between ourselves when alone.”

He had thought she was talking about being penetrated but knew better then to object.

“Ohhh so sensitive does that feel nice when I play with your nipples Tammy?”

“Yes Domina it does I never knew they could feel so good.”

It had been months yet his cock had finally gotten hard but the cage limited its length.

Squeeling out he knew it sounded effiminate.

“Ohhh domina, ohhh Domina , ohhh Domina....eewwww it feels soooo nice.”

“That makes me feel good to know you like me inside your pussy Tammy.”

Brad didn’t know why he said it that way he never said it like that before yet out it came.’

“Ohhhh domina I’m getting wet….eeewwww, eeewwww…..it’s oozing down my inner thigh…ohhhh yessss….please don’t stop…….”

He finally called it what it was.

“….Eewwww….please keep fucking me….eeewww…..I’m climaxing”

Vanessa made a mental note to get the strap-on that squirts for next time after she had seen it the 'Extreme Restraints' website on-line.

Just catch your breath Tammy…you did very well honey.”

Her hand slid down confirming the wetness on his thighs.

“Baby that’s so feminine….to have warm cream on your inner thighs after being fucked Tammy.”

The woman left him on all fours to contemplate what had just happened as she walked out.

The monthly 'milkings' shifted to becoming weekly once she saw how docile it made her ’Tammy’ act. Soon the submissive tendencies from 'being' fucked were spilling out beyond the bedroom with him becoming quite compliant.

The weeks ahead she began dropping the hints about needing a proper shag….’now that you have felt it yourself you know a woman has to have some serious stiffness ‘Tammy’. In a loving way she would insist he see the wisdom of it….’I know you love me it’s not about wanting a different spouse…its more the physicality of necessity’.

Brad could feel Vanessa’s powerful influence over him expanding as things moved along. Finally one day ‘he’ suggested what about John ‘maybe he’d do it’. Vanessa pounced on the opening….it’s one thing if a cougar of a woman went looking out on the prowl on her own it’s another matter when a husband asks an alpha stud to replace him in his spousal duties….’John’s your friend I’m afraid I’ll need you to ask him so he knows its not about cheating’.

The afternoon came with Brad naked sitting at the kitchen table calling John while Vanessa stood over him. Like most any male of his type John was of the mind he would fuck anything that moves that had a pussy and a pair of tits. His answer came out sounding magnanimous….’If you think it would help sure Brad’.

The following weekend Brad answered the door wearing only his chastity cage. Walking in John the relatively new neighbor looked at him with both knowing today was the day he would be cuckolded.

“She is upstairs.”

“Call me sir….bring her some wine and a bottle of beer for me.”

“Yes sir.”

“Very good. You’ll soon adjust to the title…beta’s always do.”

John’s hand reached down cradling the balls it next moved to brush the little stripe of hair on his mound.

“Locked chastity cage, near hairless…this girly little stripe of hair on your mound….these nipples look puffy….I bet you can feel it leaving.”

“What’s that Sir?”

“Your malehood….it’s clearly going away…I not sure the name Brad fits any longer….now get the things I asked and be quick about it.’

“Yes Sir …right away.”

Vanessa let her hand touch the thick hairy arm of John as it stretched along the headboard. The contrast with Brad’s thin-bodied smooth hairlessness was strikingly noticeable.

“Baby cup his balls some more…..roll them around bring a little life to them and you’ll see his cock grow hard.”

John looked at Brad before looking back at Vanessa’s milky breasts then her eyes.

“I swear he seems different Babe..I’m mean I know he’s lost all that weight yet I cant quite put my fingers on it….maybe it’s the longer hair and the smooth skin…..eeewww yea like that.”

His eyes turned to look at Brad he seemed so thin and weak between John’s muscled legs.

“Now don’t be afraid …just let your lips go onto the head of my cock Brad….ohhh yea….he’s good…are you sure he’s never done this before….wow he is going to make for a nice cock fluffer….that’s what they call a cuckold who warms up an alpha for a woman.”

Brad let his hand collect his hair held in the ponytail bringing it to the side as his lips slid down the shaft of John’s cock once more.

“That’s my honey…get him nice and hard for your Domina….just like that darling.’

Vanessa leaned over and kissed John while one hand stayed on Brad’s head keeping it in place. So close to the action all Brad saw was cock and balls covered with a mass of hair all around on both. He could feel it rising in his body it had been happening so much lately the submissive feeling that had more then a hint of femininity to it.

His eyes glanced up the only hair left on his body below his neck besides the landing strip was on his arms and underarms. The last time he had needed to shave his face was a month earlier.

“Ok baby…guide it in then slide to the side we’ll let you watch.”

Fetish experts have done studies showing when a cuckold actually views his woman taking a male cock they’d fluffed their level of male testasterone drops noticeably.

Brad held the cock at the base as Vanessa slid her hips lower letting her vagina engulf the hard dick. Her hand reached out to pat his face lovingly before she gave Brad a quick kiss.

“Very good pet…..now watch you may learn something about welcoming a real male’s cock that will benefit you later.”

Vanessa had always enjoyed riding cowgirl style for it let her control the action. Her breasts swaying up and down captivated by their movement she noticed the glimmer in John’s eyes giving her the thought he may not be all that much an alpha as she had first thought. Pushing her hair to the side she let her self be flipped onto her back.

An element of performance to it the act of fucking missionary style has a hint of violence in its make up. The male bangs away as best he can while a woman lays legs spread high and wide.

John pressed his hands into the mattress on either side of Vanessa. The woman let her fingers run along the muscled arms feeling the sheer brute strength in them. Her hand reached out to cup the balls of Brad as he watched her being fucked. John took to slamming away at her vagina with his pelvis yet Vanessa welcomed every thrust as of to say ‘whatever you got to give I can take’.

Nearing climax Vanessa used her trigger finger to flick the bean of her clit. As a woman she was well aware it was up to her to make sure she climaxed because a male is always too selfish to care whether a female does.

“That’s it big boy…let that warm cream come out…. I want my husband if I should still call him that to lick it all up.”

Vanessa took note John didn’t like being called boy yet sounded like such as he readied to come. It was exactly why she called him it. It was her belief any male be he alpha or not always sounded like a boy when creaming. She also thought most males could be trained by an adult woman gifted with intelligence superior to theirs not too mention a body built feminine enough to tease and frustrate.

“That’s it good boy, good boy get it all out before it shrinks down to an angry inch of a wet noodle.”

Lurching off her body John fell to the bed exhausted trying to gather his breath. Vanessa knew within minutes he’d be sleeping. She wanted Brad to have John watching as he licked her vagina. With words gone unspoken she looked at her husband to see him slither between her legs.

“Very nice…you have developed a lovely gentle tongue these past few months, why it almost reminds me of a woman’s.”

Patting his head she added.

“Now you’ve learned the meaning of two new words…cuckold and cream pie.”

The early morning 'good bye' kiss had Brad naked on his knees close by as Vanessa stood next to John with the front door closed. A smile on his face John unzipped his pants. Brad slid his mouth on the semi-flacid cock his head bobbing back and forth within minutes he felt the male juice spurt out.

By the end of the month Vanessa decided the time was right. In a demonstration of her power over Brad the Domina had supervised his bath before watching him slip into the delicate pieces of intimate wear laid out on her bed. Clipping the bra in front he’d spun it around before lifting the softness in place to hold his budding breasts.

“Your nipples and areolas…they’re expanding…..your breasts too….there is a looseness and shape to them…they move when you do….I've seen the way they jiggle….it's why it’s time you’re put in a brassiere with lace embroidering.’’

Vanessa let her hands prove her words she scooped the padded demi-cup from behind as he stood in front of the full-length mirror. Had it been a year or so ago he’d likely not felt anything yet now he could feel the gentle sensitivity as she finished cupping his breasts by giving a tweak to one of his nipples.

The word so old fashioned yet secretly it had always turned him on to hear her say ‘brassiere’.

He could feel his days as her husband slipping away letting out a soft girlish squeal. They both saw it pressing against the semi-sheer satin-like material his nipples had firmed up and stayed so. From the coifed hairdo down to his high heels his body screamed ‘I’m a male being feminized’.

“Darling Tamera get used to it from now on you’ll be in bra and knickers all the time.”

The word British in origin also turned him on to hear panties called knickers. 3” Heels, stockings matching bra and panties on a thin figure at a 133 pounds Brad surprised even himself with how easily he was taken to moving in his heels. A glance down saw the red varnish on nails made pretty.

Now he knew why she had him growing them out the last month or so. The longer they became the more he had to adjust to using the pads of his fingers. Along with the estrogen in his bloodstream the act itself seemed to drain him of masculine strength the longer he did it. How long would it be until he was weak as a box full of kittens?

Finally he looked to see his face turned womanly, dark lashes curled luxuriously long, contoured eyebrows above 3 different shades of eye shadow colors, cheeks highlighted in soft pink champagne red matched a deep red lipstick.

“Domina Vanessa I look like a new person…my intimate wear, my body, my colorful makeup. My hairdo….everything is so pretty.”

“You are a new person Maid Tamera....”

Brad had heard it….his new name and moniker defining his status.

“….one who’ll discover its best ‘she’ learn to please her Mistress being in service to her….let's get you in your new uniform…I can’t be dawdling over my maid when I have business to attend to."

Helping to create the look of a front fastened corset the pink satin ribbons of the dresses bodice were there for show. Above a pink bow at the waist the cloth crisscrossed back and forth making its way to a tied bow on the rounded edge above his breasts. Pinched in a twin band of 1” ruffles lowered from the short sleeved shoulders on either side creating the illusion of a thin tapered look of an upper body.

Pushing out from beneath the confinement his breasts size aided by a padded bra gave Tamera the curves a female enjoys presenting. The look half ‘tween’ girlish party dress half adult maid’s uniform had three rows of tiered ruffles with a hem stopping slightly above mid-thigh. A pair of nearly nude tights tempered the look as he balanced in a pair of silver striped 3” strappy heels held feet together. Vanessa took pictures of him holding the hem aloft letting the two layers of pink crinoline show themselves.

“Perhaps a page of your own maybe we’ll do it on ‘Fetlove’…Why you’re so lovely looking these are worthy of finding their way onto the internet…you know what they say…once a picture is on the web it never comes off.”

Brad hadn’t considered he might one day be dressed en-femme with a page on a fetish site.

The woman next held up a pretty hair bow it was a test if he was becoming as feminine as she thought him to be he wouldn’t object instead would welcome the hairpiece. ‘Tamera’ nodded his head letting his shoulder length mid-part Brunette hair slide a touch before holding still. A band of estrogen ignited itself flowing through him when he saw how it made him appear even prettier.

“Now one more thing before you attend to your domestic chores.”

The baby blue box unmistakable in its Tiffany & Co color Tamera opened it to see a set of pearl earrings with matching single strand necklace of pearls. Brad slid the two earrings in his pierced his ears glad to hear the locking mechanism click lightly.

The lustrous ‘Akoya’ pearls formed a timeless necklace finish with a dainty logo charm near the intricate clasp. At $4,200 the piece of jewelry rested halfway between his breasts and neckline. Closing his eyes he could feel the coolness only found in true pearls.

It’s been said by spiritual masters ‘things don’t have meaning…it’s caveat advised one can’t love something that can’t love them back’.

You couldn’t have told Tamera that in the moment his hand touched the strand of expensive pearls resting calmly above his developing bosom. Brad knew it was an act of love made by a woman who still cared for him enough she wanted to have him live a feminine life with her instead of getting divorced for not meeting his duties as a husband.

Write it off to the female hormones yet Tammy took to lightly crying. Any skilled Dominatrix knows there’s a time for sternness and a time for affection for a male being turned submissive trans. The woman didn’t have to be told which was which.

“There honey lets not make a mess of your mascara…take a deep breath go about your day knowing your Mistress Vanessa loves her t-girl who one day will learn to be totally devoted to her.”

End of part one ….