'Groomed to perfection.' pt 1 DLC's alyssa
The mirror never lies, the image projecting back was all vivacious t-girl. His head turned followed shortly by the long hair cascading along the side past the 3” hoop earring. Pursing his lips together in a girlish smile he took in his look once more. The contoured eyebrows their high arch tapering down to a fine point seem to frame the face made pretty with precisely applied makeup. His long lashes curled upward thickly darkened with mascara along with the eyeliner and shadow combined to make his hazel colored eyes pop.
Then there was the lipstick it went so well with his rouged cheeks was it wrong that he liked the slight taste on lips now shimmering with glossiness. His hand lifted letting just the two pads of his middle fingers rotate in a small circular motion feeling the softness of the foundation powders. The long nails morning plum colored varnish looked too lovely not to enjoy seeing. The same could be said as he felt his perky pair of naked b-cups give off a jiggle
Staring into the mirror he took to wondering….how could it be?….he’d always thought he was straight…..he never thought he was gay……he hadn’t ever considered dreaming about hard cocks….that was something 25 or 30 years old ‘Twinks’ did...wasn’t it?
Yet the mirror told him otherwise….it never lies….what he saw was the real him…better said not really a him….no, he was a pretty plaything…a delightful t-girl…beautiful breasts…capable of lactating….a pretty butt….cascading pearls of curls….a gurl caught up in her vanity….under the thumb of the dominant who’d created a feminine being out of a submissive male....now and forever groomed to perfection
“My lovely Jillian…”
The voice of his master deep and resounding came from behind. He could feel both hands on his thinned-out shoulders. Why did he feel so helplessly girlish when he heard them….the dominant male’s words certainly commanding and not to be trifled with.
“Here Baby…yes that’s my good girl….you’ve earned yourself a treat.”
It came into a view as the fit and trim male stood to the side. He was so much larger so much taller so many more slick muscles then on the t-girls soft body.
Unconsciously Jillian’s tongue darted out and ran seductively slow along the top lip. Why did it have to look so good…how come it felt so nice to feel 7” of throbbing cock move in his mouth.
“Yes darling go ahead …you know you want it…you find its length too good to resist ….more importantly it’s what will please me…..you’ve come along very nicely….surely you’ve realized you are past the point of no return….a t-girls life is yours forever now.”
Estradiol….transdermal patches… Antiandrogens...spironolactone… Progesterone prometrium he never considered he would come to learn what the words meant and the impact they brought.
The power of estrogen had overtaken his endocrine network…the gift of the feminine was within his body how else does a male take to growing breasts and have the desire to acquire soft skin and the need of beauty that enhances it being turned trans.
It is a woman’s prerogative so often never fully pleased so many always feel there was something else she could always do to highlight her beauty. The scent from the container drifted into both nostrils.
Jillian picked up the powder puff letting the softness leave behind its fragrance on the chest too delicate not to need a bra. A gurl could always flirt. Feeling every part of coquettish the t-girl patted the eyelashes with the glossy lips being drawn magnetically to the stiffness that called out.
His mouth slid almost reverently onto the hard cock. As he turned at the waist it looked so inviting besides what t-girl doesn’t want to suck a cock presented to her looking so majestic.
Business was brisk at the Harmony Café. His first being taken after his mother’s maiden name Romert was being groomed yet was oblivious to the fact. Like many males these days he was doing a menial job once done almost exclusively by females 20 years previous. Slipping on his apron he held still trying to tie it in a bow in back as he told himself….’it’s ok to wear aprons even though it used to be only women that wore them’.
He liked working at the popular morning spot staffed entirely by males they weren’t called waitresses yet they might as well have been. The female owner had a thing for bossing over males and made sure all she hired were thin-framed and had a borderline almost fragile effeminate look to them.
Her GM was a muscled-up butch-lesbian of a woman that like her got off on telling males what to do.
Conducted by Franz Guddenhaben of the Sweden Philharmonic the elegant song had spring written all over it as the classical piece played over the speakers in the cafe.
To look at him one would never know Peter was a Cd on the prowl. There was something about taking a novice twenty or thirty something male educating him to the joys of being dominated when dressed feminine.
Having reduced the choices to three he quietly assessed the short list.
“No he’s a little too high strung…he ought to be called ‘Nitro’ he looks like he’s highly sensitive and too volatile needing to be handled with care…..now this other one looks like one of those ‘I don’t like Monday’ types except without the high-powered rifle…..no it has to be this timid looking one…his politeness is a mask for hiding his insecurities.”
Catching his eye Peter Johnson motioned the server over.
“Say what’s your name?…I’m looking for my order.”
His presence commanding Romert looked at the customer.
“I’m Romert but everyone calls me Rom….may I ask what you ordered?”
Peter chuckled at the thought…’hmmm Cd Rom…has a little ring to it’.
A venti double mocha frappuccino 3 shot non-fat latte with nutmeg spice 3 shakes of hazelnut, a touch of spearmint and a dash of cinnamon along the rim ….the 007 in him added ‘shaken not stirred’…..you got all that?”
Peter looked him up and down seeing the possibilities straight off. Enjoying the delights of Cd male on male sex the 44 year old could feel the tumblers in his mind falling into place. A few minutes later Rom walked over using his apron he wiped the large cup before laying in on the table.
“Say Rom…you get a chance to sit for a moment?”
“Yes my break us coming up but I can take it now.”
30 minutes later the start of a relationship established Peter had learned enough about Rom he knew how to proceed.
The fascinating thing about the subtle influencing power of NLP is that over time one soon finds themselves agreeing, believing and obeying what is being spoken to them A person talented enough to use neuro-linguistic programming becomes the authority figure while the listener falls into the role of a submissive. Designed to make one respond a certain way the person soon accepts that what they are told and how they react is how they should think and behave.
Meeting regularly at the café Rom took to admiring Peter as the older male established himself as the dominant between them wise in the ways of the world.
“One doesn’t drive a BMW 700 series or have my other car a Mercedes SUV without being talented at business”
“Sure Peter…you’re so smart and look at me I only have a bike to ride to work.”
“Listen to me and I’ll teach you lots of things that will improve your situation.”
“Yes sir….I can use all the help I can get.”
When he suggested Romert should take up toning exercises using some powders Peter provided the younger male agreed.
“These have been known to help build cardio…they have a few side effects I could go into if you want yet I think you’ll like how you feel as your weight drops,”
“That’s ok you’re a busy guy you don’t have to go into everything they do if you think they will help that’s good enough for me.”
“Very well then it’s my treat I get them wholesale so they won’t cost you anything….you just remember to use them every day…now promise me…you’re not going to let them go to waste.’
“Yes Mr. Peter I promise.”
“You don’t have to be so formal call me Sir Peter…we’re friends right I may be wealthier and smarter and stronger but we can still be best buds even if you do look up to me to teach you things.”
“Thanks a lot…Yes sir Peter.”
“Another thing…you’d look nice if you let your hair grow…you know kind of a hip dude on the run look if you kept it in a ponytail… besides you’d save money not getting it cut….. tell me you agree.”
Rom shook his head ‘yes’ saying ‘I agree’.
As the months moved along Peter was quick to compliment Rom on his appearance knowing the female hormones Rom was now on would take time before the power of estrogen held sway.
Month 10 of HRT had Peter dropping hints he could help Rom save money if he moved in to his home.
The timing was perfect Rom’s single piece of luggage on the ground near the open trunk of Peter’s Mercedes SUV the motorcycle’s driver slowed down enough the person on back was able to scoop the suitcase up with one hand before they sped off. Rom’s head in the trunk as he arranged the bike he heard the noise.
“Heyyyy….what are you doing…..come back here.”
The words were almost lost drowned out in the ‘ack-ack-ack’ sound as the bike sped away.
Peter smiled sitting in the driver’s seat before getting out. He wanted to remember to give the two an extra hundred each for pulling off the heist.
Jumping out Peter looked at Rom.
“Some guy…I mean two guys…they just stole my luggage…I had all my clothing inside….they sped off out of here.”
“Really…no shit…those guys on the motorcycle?...what did they look like?”
“I don’t know they had those big kind of helmets on where you can’t see anything …I mean their faces…..it was everything…all my clothing.”
Peter wrapped his arm around Rom’s shoulder.
“That’s too bad …They didn’t steal your bike at least ….now that I think of it…..It’ll be ok my old roommate left some things behind…maybe they’ll fit….that is if you have an open mind.”
“I don’t have money to buy new things…I barely make enough to get by at the café…I mean me moving in with you Peter helps.”
On a quiet private street in the upscale neighborhood the 4 bedroom house was surrounded on three sides by dense trees being a good distance from the main road.
An hour later he stared at the dresser in the feminine appointed room. A matching vanity table in one corner was filled with brushes and other items neatly kept designed to use when making up a woman’s face saturated in color preparing her looks.
The shower had felt nice holding the towel on his thin waistline Rom looked at Peter.
“I didn’t think about it when you said it….Was your old roommate a girl? …everything is so feminine here.”
“Yes…I never could figure out why she left….like I said if you have an open mind maybe some things will fit…lets open the drawer and see what’s here.”
“Hummmm …yea….sure I guess so Peter…sir.”
The 2nd drawer pulled open was bulging with intimate wear. Two pairs of panties tumbled to the carpet. As Rom bent to pick them up his towel came loose. He’d been on the HRT going on 11 months with his thin body reflecting it.
“Let’s make some fun of it…here step into these…it’s only the two of us here right?”
“Yea humm I guess you’re right Sir Peter.”
The pair of woman’s hipster panties had 3 rows of stacked ruffled in front one foot went in before the other as Peter helped pull them into place. A good 4” taller Peter’s body seem to dwarf the shorter size of Rom’s.
He ran his fingers around the inside of the pantie’s waistband as Rom’s breath grew short while he held still. The energy in the bedroom was becoming sexually charged.
“I hate to tell you but they look like they fit …here let’s see how you look in the mirror.”
Standing behind Rom Peter let both hands rest on his shoulders before dropping them on either side of the thin waist.
“Those ruffles look cute…don’t they……I never realize it yet you have nice looking legs…I didn’t know you kept them all the way smooth…your chest too it has a soft look to it…other than that little bit of hair at your belly button and on your arms you as smooth as girl.”
A whimper coming from Rom silently the two watched as his penis grew hard in the panties.
“Well I can see someone likes being in lingerie…..let’s see how stay-up stockings look.”
Rom could feel an estrogen rush building inside him over the months of being on HRT he had been experiencing them yet wasn’t aware that was what they were. His thin arms held along the side of his body as Peter glided the thigh-high up his smooth leg before doing the same with his other.
“Here let me hold both of your hands…we might as well see if these high heels fit…just point your toes.”
Rom felt so girlish almost powerless to resist the call of the feminine. He had been using Eflora cream being told it was facial moisturizing lotion the past months it had near eliminated the need to shave his face.
Like Cinderella’s glass slipper the pretty pair of high heels welcomed his feet comfortably. Rom tilted his head to the side in a womanly manner something inside told him to use it as a feminine defense mechanism as he smiled sweetly. His fingers tried to collect his longish hair and slip it behind his ears.
Peter his eyes looking right through Rom’s lifted his hand to let his fingers glance across the ruffles. Once more a girlish whimper came from Rom.
Peter leaned forward Rom half thought he was going to be kissed in the moment as their bodies touched. Instead Peter pulled out the matching padded strapless bra from the open drawer. Bringing it to the front Peter effortlessly hooked it in place adjusting the cups as he finished.
Rom had been feeling little bumps developing in the breast ducts and knew his areolas and nipples had taken on a higher level of sensitivity. The two turn to look the difference between them was expanding. Rom was taking on the appearance of a cute girl while Peter’s male-hood now seemed more distinctive.
He lifted Rom’s chin up with one finger. The younger of the two closed his eyes submissively expecting to be kissed.
When he next opened them up Peter spoke.
“Not yet…sit at the vanity table…I’ve seen enough woman do it to be able to help.”
Rom’s appearance stunning in its feminine transformation the subtle added weight of the makeup could be felt as he finished polishing his nails.
As his eyes lifted he saw Peter too had a smooth body. Standing naked the dominant male told him to rise.
“I like the name Jillian….say yes Master Peter so do I.”
‘Jillian’ did as he was told feeling Peter taking his hand and put it on his cock.
“Let her come out Jillian darling…you’re far too pretty not to feel the woman within.’
“Yes Master Peter….your penis it’s so…”
He stopped Jillian midsentence.
“I have a cock…and a pretty thing like you has a boi-clitty….look at how sweet and sexy it looks in your panties gurl…..now let’s have you on your knees.”
“But I’ve never touched a …”
He stopped momentarily catching himself.
“….I never have touched a cock before.”
“By tomorrow you won’t have to admit that.”
Jillian felt a burst of femininity staring at the large 7” cock his mouth instinctively moved close. His tongue darted out licking just the tip. Pouting his lips Jillian glided them on the head…’oh I think I like this’…murmuring the words he slid the cock in deeper.
Peter slipped to the edge of the bed his feet spread he let Jillian get used to feeling the slickness slide in and out.
“That’s my girl…look up at me honey…tell me your name …who do you belong to?”
The moment of panic felt real it dawned on him Peter would have a video of him sucking a cock. It gave him a feminine thrill there was something alluring knowing he was being videoed sucking the cock…was a life a of a gurl awaiting him?…would he be treated like a girlish plaything? It just felt too good being dominated…it was as though he had a need to be a docile girl serving a master.
“My name is Jillian…I belong to Master Peter…to serve and obey.”
‘Jillian' looked at Peter.
“Sir Peter I feel like I’m just a pretty plaything.”
He couldn’t explain why he had made the comment the way he did. He needed to feel his nipples being tweaked. Jillian’s mouth on the cock he slid his fingers in and pulled at his nipples. He hadn’t really known they were growing every day.
His mind a flutter the sensations were amazing as his inner voice spoke…’ is this what women feel?…oh I wonder what it would be like to have lovely breasts…this bra seems so pretty to wear…imagine if I had to wear them every day…I’d want them pretty like this…I’d want a lot of lace and ruffles and bows…oh what was that …is that is cream…gosh is he going to come in my mouth?’.
Halfway through suddenly Sir Peter pulled out he knew his gurl-to-be would feel even more submissive if she felt the humiliating splash of a facial….the first blast landed on his cheek…the next his forehead and the last near his mouth as some dribbled in.
The next morning the note was by the nightstand…’come down to the kitchen’.
Delaying the decision Jillian fashioned the hair in a sloppy bun before putting on some lippy. Finally looking at it wondering he pulled open the lingerie drawer before selecting the prettiest bra of the bunch. His little penis settling in the cocoon of softness the matching thong had to offer Jillian thought ‘girls are so lucky….they get to wear the prettiest things’. Two black bows on at the edges offered contrast to the cotton-candy pink color. A sheer coverup in see-through black completed the look.
‘Who is that woman?’…he didn’t tell me to expect to see her.’ The thought flashing through his mind as he entered the kitchen it took a few seconds before seeing the resemblance.
“Ahh there you are Jillian….Let me introduce you to my alter-ego Linda….see I’m not afraid of wearing woman’s clothing and lingerie.”
The d-cup breast forms lightly bounced in the bra hidden behind the look of a 50’s housewife frock with red polka-dots against the white background.
“Sweetie…be a doll…..take out the strawberries trim the off the leaves and cut them in half.”
End of part one….