‘If you can dream it….’ part 1 by DLC's alyssa
“If you can dream it…..breath in……you can be it.”
Peeking her eyes open the meditation guru looked around at her class there were days she had trouble believing her good fortune yet this was not one of them. The day March 6th was the anniversary of Mrs Silk’s passing a pioneering woman she'd been considered to be ahead of her time.
Many felt her to be the trailblazer that had opened the eyes of both future Dommes and the t-gurls or sissies that wanted to serve them. A tip of the hat and toast would be sent her way by all women attending the all day session.
“…..breath deep….in through the nose out through the mouth…..we’re all children of the benevolent feminine creator…..she is every where….she is in all of us…..she’s called ‘mother earth’ for a reason…breath deep …in through the nose….let it out through your mouth to float to the heavens.”
Legs crossed the bottom of her hands rested on her knees with her thumb and forefinger touching.
“Ohhhhhhh-mmmmmmmmm……feel her presence in every mountain stream…..in every valley brook filled with flowing water……ohhhhhhh-mmmmmmmm……..in every breath you take…..in every bird that chirps honoring her glory….breath deep.”
The talented female had come a long way in her time. Lifting herself out of poverty ‘Shatki’ Evelyn could still remember when she was 6 and her sibs and her were eating the ‘puddy’ out of the window-sills during those times ‘pa’ hadn’t brought home the bacon like the rest of the coal miners. Often feeling the weight of the world aided by oppressive coal mine owners he slipped into the bottle and never came out.
“Breath in the positive energy….release outward the negativity…..deep breaths…..your are at one with the universe…what ever you need to achieve your dream is already in your life…..you are women….born to create…..born to flourish….born to rule over the inferior male creature…..there is a reason the female came after the male……to help him atone….atonement means correction…..a woman brings knowledge to the misguided….sheds light on the unenlightened…..’et lux intenebris lucet’….the light shineth in the dark for all to see.”
Winning two tickets to the TV game show in California had changed her life. At 37 Evelyn hadn’t been selected as a contestant that day yet her soul told her she was home. ‘Little Evie’ as her mother used to call her could recall telling her friend at the airport ‘I’m not leaving….some day I’ll be somebody…..I am going to make something of my self…….I can’t do that living in the foothills of the West Virginia coalmines.”
Leaving Rappahannock county and the Shenandoah Valley with its majestic mountain ranges behind would prove to be her destiny.
Possessing an earthy quality Evelyn worked the first few years out west as a hairdresser during the week and a waitress on the weekends while slowly gathering steam on a book she was writing. A food server stint filling in on the night owl shift had Evelyn stumbling on to a dormant blog site from 15 or more years earlier on the internet called ‘Badpenny’ and Mrs Silk’s page.
Some how the ‘fem-dom’ blog from years earlier as been captured frozen in time by another admirer who’d discovered it along with advent of Mrs Silk’s feminization site in the late 90’s and early 2000. Those were in the days where being on the world wide web was like a living in a shoot out at the ‘OK’ corral in the wild west.
It was a reminder once on the internet be it pictures or words or even blogs things never quite leave they just float like a satellite never returning to port. The germ of the idea was planted as she took to learning over the next few years or so about the expansion of female dominants and the many that wanted to be under their rule.
“A time for peace….a time for quiet… a time for a little tea……a little sympathy…..celebrate our feminine ceremonial space…...find your serenity in the cup….tea leaves tell your future….drink mother earth’s tea as you release your past….letting go of the past….you’re free to create anew.”
The idyllic setting for her ‘Domina Meditation’ course had been a small town at the foothills of the Sienna Mountain range. Unlike her birthplace of West Virginia there wasn’t coal ‘in them thar hills’ there was gold in the form of an abundance of women paying top dollar who wanted to learn 'FemDom' from the Mistress Zen-master.
Evelyn changing her last name to Valleybrook’ had written a book that sold 15 million copies on how to properly train as she put it ‘the inferior male creature’. Book sales led to a team of telemarketers handing the calls for virtual classes an in-person mediation group sessions while college interns skilled in the ‘IT’ world answered emails and connections made through numerous social media outlets.
A cool 30 million banked as the woman became wealthy beyond her wildest dreams she never forgot where she came from. Any time eating out regardless if it was a simple meal of bagel and cream cheese or a fat juicy steak with all the trimmings she would often leave a generous tip of a hundred dollar bill or more for her servers.
Designed to intimidate any male that signed up her meditation groups were filled almost exclusively with women. Flowing, nearly sheer gowns were handed out making no distinction for either male or female yet the flowered tapestry on the pieces leaned heavily toward the feminine look. Being mandatory simple white cotton bikini style panties went with for any male attending.
Robert Ridley hopped out of the Uber ride-share taking it as a good sign that it had only cost half of what he thought it would having rode in back with a woman who was attending the same meditation session as he. The check-in tent had a sign above the two card tables pushed together ‘all cell-phones are to be turned off before leaving them with security’.
He drew a breath in filled with enough angst the woman at the table could sense it. His hand began to fill out the card but pulled back as he read further without writing.
The large round button on her top declared ‘Domina Meditation’ summer 2019’. The woman wore it with pride. As her hand reached out and touched his he asked the question.
“I don’t see where to put my name?”
“Honey since you’re not a woman yet with males we ask that they choose a color that best represents their electromagnetic energy field instead of using a name given from the outdated ways of the patriarch.”
The way she said it confused him at first.
“Huh?...hummm I guess make mine…”
“Lets peg you as wishing to be known by the color’s ‘red violet’, red represents the low male energy while violet has a high feminine energy to it should you find yourself near the pond contemplating the future.”
Once more gently touching hand she turned her shoulder.
“Sandy would you take red violet here to the changing tent…remind please that all cell phone are returned at the end.”
Padding his hand she looked at the male guessing him to be near 26.
“You’ll be fine, that hair of yours…. it has such potential…just follow Sandy.”
Above the courtroom building Walter gave a look towards the sky before striding down the front stairs 3 at a time. Leaning against the wall he lit the cigarette and waited. A ‘down n outer’ shuffled over wearing shoes with no laces despite them need for them. Walt held the pack open.
Not waiting for an answer he pulled out two and handed them over.
“Hope things get better…you’re on your own for a light.”
A woman attorney walking up the stairs drew his attention whispering it to himself he could feel his feminine side taking over. ‘ohhh I love how nice it feels to wear pencils skirts like hers…look at the blouse it looks so similar to one of the ones I have…. how pretty her breasts look…I wonder what kind of lingerie she’s wearing?”
Looking at the scotch and water he listened as his lawyer went over the details.
“So it’s official, I’m divorced.”
“Yup Walt …just think at 38 you’re still on solid ground financially, I know you’ve lost a lot of weight, that often happens going through these things …..you’ll be able to go out with any broad no matter the race, creed or color.”
At 5’ 8” 142 pounds Walter was able to present a thin healthy looking figure. His smiled concealed his secret what he really wanted to do was meet a male like him that got off on looking and feeling feminine while cross dressing. Truth was he had never been in bed with a male yet the idea of it had been percolating all through out the past months when he realized the marriage was over and he'd soon be divorced and free.
“So when you moving to the new office? …those clients of yours can come out of hiding now that you’ll be able to have your private practice up and running.”
The line was 10 deep at the Harmony café his hands busy with his phone Walt still felt that feeling. It was called ‘the sense of being stared at’.
“Look at that…hmmmm how nice, thin and lithe body, good hair too…nearly my size why were almost twins… ….sweetie you may not be aware yet I can tell you’ve been wearing lipstick, I can see the trace elements it leaves behind, gurl’s like us just dismiss it because it feels too good not to wear lipstick.’
The thoughts floated through Terry Holland’s mind that Monday, the seasoned cross-dresser was always confident he could spot another CD especially one that hadn’t come out….yet. Being quick on his feet had helped make him wealthy in a business environment where smarts and action intersected on most days.
Timing it right he managed to get Walt’s attention, motioning him over he simply said ‘hey watch my spot will you? I need to use the washroom thanks'.
Skilled in the art of conversation Terry paid for both latte’s and had grabbed an open table by leaving his folio on it returning from the loo.
Learning Walter had opened his new office near by he was pleased to hear the attractive male wasn’t in a rush.
“Yea, I’m a regular here they have the best mocha around, the staff is friendly in a hip we don’t talk much kinda way.”
Each going into their backstory soon they grew more comfortable talking as though they had known each other for some time. Habits being what they are by Friday they had ‘run’ into each other at the same time 3 out of the last 4 days.
Terry spotted the opening and knew what to do.
“Say Terry you don’t now any good salons around here…I could use a trim.”
“Why don’t we head to my place, it’s not too far I’ll drive, you ever been in a Mazzeratti…..besides I’m good with a scissors and comb….. a roommate in college taught me how to cut and style hair…honest you’ll look good, trust me.”
Walt was giving it some thought when Terry went on.
“I’ve got a case of chardonnay of friend from Napa sent me and some killer weed…come on it will be fun…I promise not to get too stone to cut your hair.”
It was risky yet worth it. Terry let his hand drift to briefly touch the near shoulder length hair.
“Yea....sure …why not…I could use a little buzz….it's been a tough few months.”
“I’m sure it has been what with the divorce and every thing…..a new chapter in your life begins…..if you can dream it ….you’ll be it.”
The elegant home’s entrance was surrounded on either side by trees as it led up the long drive way. Driving the car past a parked Posrche Terry pulled along side the front of the garage in the rear.
"Nice place Terry….I see there is a pool too.”
“Yea, thanks done well over the years."
The talk about sports and business soon gave way to a moment of awkward silence.
“How bout this....you run up and take a quick shower and we’ll take a look at that hair of yours once its clean?”
It felt like Walt had been under the hot water for a good fifteen minutes when he felt a blast of cooler air. Instinctively in a feminine manner his hands went up to hold at his chest as the shower door opened.
“I brought some fresh towels for ….”
It was as though he knew that his secret life as a cross dresser had been let out. Walter lowered his hands exposing the shape of his extended nipples.
“Sweetie your as hairless as me….and your breasts…..you use nipple suckers to make them more feminine looking…I know because I do too.”
As he talked Terry slid out of his jeans and polo shirt. Walter felt his hand reach toward Terry as he slipped inside to join him.
“I’ve never been with a …”
The kiss stopped the statement as both males embraced under the warm water. It felt delightful as Terry cupped Walt’s ball sac before lowering his soft lips to Walter‘s nipple. In a womanly manner Walter held his head as he suckled on the nipple. Terry's hand drifted back to gently caress his bottom cheeks. A soft coo escaped from Walters mouth
“Your name …what is she called…that woman that is within you.”
“It’s Sally usually.”
“Oh I like that a cute name for a cute t-gurl…sometimes I’m going to call you ‘Sassy’…say yes Domina Margaret.’
"Yes Domina Margaret.
“Sally honey time to give your pubes a prettier look…yes I think a lovely single line for one so pretty.”
“I’ve wanted to but the guys at the gym…ya’ know….the locker room...what would they say.”
“May be one day you’ll be going into the other locker room.”
Sally found himself on his knees on the soft carpet of the bedroom floor. Margaret was putting the finishing touches on the two pig tails that had been brushed out to create more volume. Turning his head he could feel the gentle sway as he saw how pretty they looked with ribbons in bows holding them in place.
His face too now looked like any woman’s who was proud at being skilled enough to apply makeup. He'd been given the sexy ‘MILF next-door’ look. The corset held tight against his thin waist reducing it a good 4” then when he’d walked naked into the shower.
Painted deep red his lips slid along the shaft of the hard cock of ‘Margaret's’ stopping to roll his tongue on the head. Sally next slid the piece in deeper slurping while making ‘that’ noise that only sucking a cock makes. He wanted to feel it pulsate in his mouth.
“That’s it baby slide it up and down while you pump Sally......oh yes my sassy gurl.”
The budding t-gurl wiggled his butt feeling the long anal plug slide in deeper he couldn’t help but think tonight might be the night he was deflowered.
It looked so pretty to see his nails polished as he slid his hands gently along the shaft. His tongue slid out and licked at it while his free hand teased the ball-sac. A band of clear pre-cum fluid slipped out. Sally's lips pouted and moved to capture the treat. The lips on just the crown of the head he sucked and let his tongue flick away inside his mouth.
“Oh you do that so nice Sally.”
The two took to rolling on the bed’s comforter softly clutching and kissing as two lovers usually do with urgency. It was as though they knew it was the first time being together yet were secretly afraid it might be the last.
The feeling of the garter tabs coming down from the corset to hold tight his stockings felt delightfully feminine. His shoulders gave off a shimmy so he could feel the breast forms jiggle in the lace bra. Without being told he slipped to being in position on all fours enjoying the whimsy of having feminine bows on his pigtails. Sally loved how submissive and feminine it was to be the one preparing to welcome a hard cock.
“I know I'm plugged but is it still going to hurt Margaret?”
The way he said it was so girlish.Closing his eyes he felt the plug being pulled out.
“At first it might…Honey I’ll use lots of lube….Don’t worry the beginning will bring contrast to how it will feel later.”
Sally’s head jolted up on feeling the ‘mushroom’ head of the cock breech the rosebud entrance. ‘Oh my it’s really happening’ The thought was followed by another while Marge spooled out more lube on to his hardness.
Walter’s mind went back to one of the first times he tried it. The anal plug in over night near sunrise never considering it might the metal bullet shaped piece created enough suction it slid in deeper the moment he turned.
It was as though he had just lit the fuse by spreading his legs ready to play with himself. In a panic he swiftly pushed two fingers in on a mission to try and 'capture the lost capsule and returning it safely to earth’. While praying to a god he didn’t believe in… ‘Oh god oh god oh god, no, no, no’…..his fingers were in hot pursuit hoping to stop a trip to the hospital that no doubt would involve an embarrassing explanation that likely would be the talk of the emergency room for the rest that day.
He had a momentary laugh on thinking ‘what if it made the news’. “…And today a male was brought in to the emergency room with an anal plug lodged deep in his anal canal… on recovering it doctors said the patient was doing fine and wanted to know if he should use a larger butt plug next time.”
The motion drew his attention back to the present.
Margaret dropped his eyes to watch as he pushed the cock in nice and slow. Lowering his body onto the back of Sally he just loved male on male sex especially when both were CD”s.
“Does my girlfriend like having a cock inside her pussy?”
Without waiting Margaret pushed in and pulled up developing a nice steady pace. Sally closed his eyes it felt so nice to be the one getting fucked it made him think what would it be like to really be a woman with a vagina and lovely breasts that swayed when being taken. His hand lifted to clutch at the breast glued to his chest. He could remember when a pair of balled up socks was what he used being in his mothers bra. So much different now they made faux breasts that looked and felt so real.
Marge could feel it building the shaft sliding in and out so easily was starting to swell. Sally felt what he had always wanted to feel. The cock began to pulsate, he felt sooo wet inside.
“Ohhhh yessssss, fuck my pussy make me your girl….ohhhhh yessssss.”
Margaret could feel his voice lifting.
”Sally honey, I won’t be able to stop….eeeewwwww, eeeewwww.”
“Give me it….I need to feel it ….cream in me….eeeeewwwwww yesssssss…..eeeeewwwwww yessssss.”
Margaret playfully let fly 3 quick spanks to the cheeks. Just then the t-gurls cocked seized up. Frozen in time for a few seconds the world stopped. It’s always that moment when a male wonders if he is going to come or be able to keep on fucking.
“Ohhhhh god that feels sooo good….you’re as tight as any pussy I’ve ever had.”
Marge lifted his head and closed his eyes as he let it go only to hear Sally cry out sounding as sexy as any woman.
“Ewwwwwww, ewwwwwwww, ewwwwwwww…..you’re coming….ohhhhh its so wet…..its so warm….eeeewwwwww……eeeewwwwww.”
Evelyn Valleybrook had all the right words down pat she knew just what to say to make everyone comfortable they’d come to the meditation course.
“Reach out and let our hands link us to the universe….uni means one…..verse means song…we are one song here today…touch each other gently….feel the feminine in each of us…… we shall drink a taste from the bounty of the mother…….every one lift you cup and sip the tea……..the tea plant is like a woman, natural, nurturing, warm, and giving.”
Putting the cup down Robert kept his eyes closed and held the women’s hand on either side of him. Nervously he had signed up on ‘Facechat’ after reading her book and underlining and highlighting the good parts. At 26 he felt as though he was drifting in life.
The soft cotton panties had felt nice and reminded him of when he would steal away a few pairs of his mother’s underwear before the parents divorced and he moved in with his father. The ogre of a husband rigged the divorce case so that his only child Robert would never see the mom again.
Smart enough to get good grades he found difficulty in being hired out of college in a meaningful job. All the girls in his graduating class had corporate positions confirming the latest trend that said young women were more productive and made for better team players retaining the ability to multi-task. He was left to work receiving minimum wage as a host at a hip café off the boardwalk of the tourist trap that Venice beach had become.
To look at her one would never guess the woman on his right drove a truck. The other female was pure California woo-woo. Light and breezy she enjoyed taking up the latest fad if she thought it would bring her closer to her higher power.
Ms. California ‘beach-blond’ having long sun-drenched wind-blown hair turned and whispered ’you have soft hands they remind me of my sisters’.
“Free your hearts to dream…if you can dream it you can achieve it……be one with the earth everything you need you already possess…...we are the universe.”
Evelyn just had a way of lifting every ones spirit with her mindfulness.
“I give you my energy…..let her flow through you…..”
Her next line was meant to attract Robert into her feminine web spurring a curiosity if not an interest in learning more.
“…we’re all women here….feel the power of femininity….blessed with the grace of all she brings…..feel the bosom of her breasts… its nurturing power resides in all of us…..the power to create…..the power to heal….”
Robert felt his near 5” penis grow hard at being told they all ‘were women there with nurturing breasts.’
“…..alright 3 more chants then a break and we’ll wish all here the blessing of namste… …ohhhhhhhhh-mmmmmmmmm.”
Standing up stretching Robert thanked both the women he had held hands with. Hands together in prayerful pose he bent his head and said the word ’namaste’ without knowing what it meant.
Evelyn had learned to manipulate her own internal energy field from the Zen master who taught her in Tibet. She sent a ‘buzz’ his way and waited for what she knew would happen once Robert felt it. The moment the woman had seen him enter her retreat compound she could see the potential.
‘Teach them young train them right before bad habits have set in’ the words had become part of her philosophy moving forward. Now that she was successful be they spiritual or not she wanted what most warriors wanted a toy of her own to play with and train.
“Hello Maam or should I say Shatki Evelyn or maybe Zen-Master lady?
“Lets go with Ms. Evelyn…if I am to be your teacher then you will….”
She stopped and let both her hands draw him close to hug against her milky d-cup breasts. A few inches shorter then the woman his head laid against her bosom.
“…I will be your teacher…I can feel mother universe has brought you here to learn red violet…..Ms Evelyn makes the separation meaningful…..when the student is ready the teacher will appear. ”
“I think your right Maam I can feel it too…what’s it called serendipidy-do-daa?”
“I think you mean it is serendipitous…come lets walk my student….doesn’t it feel nice to wear a gown with panties like the other women here?”
The words caught him off guard drawing a blush to his cheeks as he held her hand clearly being the one who was led.
“Yes Maam it does…..the ladies they’re so friendly”
She took a shot knowing many curious boys had raided their mothers intimate drawers at some point in their youth.
“…and it feels nice to be back in panties as well.”
Still holding her hand he replied while taking in her beauty.
“Hmmm, yes it does how did you know?”
“Call it female intuition…a woman always knows when one has the feminine within that desires to be released…..you hand are so soft they remind me of my sisters.”
She had seen the woman comment to him earlier and threw it out his way
“Wow that’s amazing …that nice woman next to me said the same thing Ms. Evelyn…..did you see how pretty her hair is?”
“How nice….see….we all are connected…it is the way of the universe.....this hair of yours….it too has such lovely potential.”
Her hand gently ran along it letting him take in the delicate touch only a woman seems to possess. The day filled with sunshine the walk was calm and peaceful yet had a purpose.
It came from a chapter in her book ‘how can you love a woman if you don’t know how she feels?’. Leading the young 20-something male down the path they watched as the stream moved into the small body of water. Thin and trim Evelyn could tell he had a body that would easily adopt to female hormones once on them.
“Pretend this is the Lady pond…if you step in you must choose to stay in and go deeper even though you’re unsure of how deep the water is, of how much more feminine you are capable of being….. or your other choice is to leave never to return….that choice leaves you and I as friends who will part ways right here….we’ll remain cordial yet never experience what a Female led relationship can be for one as unenlightened as you are….you must contemplate....how can you love a woman if you don’t know how she feels?”
He looked at the water while considering her words he just loved the way she spoke it sounded so ‘new age-gy’. So much different then how he was raised to believe that the male was always the one in charge her words touched something within.
“If one goes fishing they may or may not catch a fish yet if they have a guide its quite likely they will return with an abundance of mother earths colorful underwater creatures…..do you want to leave……or will you take my hand and let me lead you into the Lady Pond while we disrobe….I will have you know....a new exciting world awaits…you’ll feel the joy of letting go, the happiness of the feminine unknown…. while together we’ll explore what has always existed within you….tell me …do you like the name Jeanette? Don’t reply merely think on it”
Evelyn lifted off her gown letting her lovely pair of breasts be on full display. Truth was he was hers the moment he saw them give off a jiggle. Large and full rounded her areolas held puffed out nipples almost an inch in length on her full pear shaped breasts. It took 2 maybe 3 seconds before he gleefully lifted off his own gown and reached for the hand she held out.
“Panties too now…if we are to be as one then nothing must separate us.”
His boner quickly jumping to conclusions lifted pointing upward as his panties slid off.
The woman and Robert waded out into the water until it was hip deep.
“There now…..just float while I hold you….feel the oneness.....let go...pretend the water is a feminine energy ready to welcome you.”
She seemed so much bigger then him his head tilted in the water her hands holding him as she twirled his body slowly along the top of the water. He could look up and see her breasts and face as she stood behind above his head controlling his motion. Just then Evelyn shifted and moved between his spread legs.
“Ohhhh Ms. Evelyn….it feels sooo nice....you've welcomed me inside you.....your femininity....its taking me.”
In all his young time he had been inside a girl twice. Once at his senior picnic after graduating and another when both he and a girl who had picked him up at a bar had made sloppy love out in her car. Neither would go down in the hall of fame of all time great lays.
Being made adrift on top of the water removed any assertive masculine motion. Clearly he was the one being taken by a woman twenty years older. Guiding him by the hips obscured by the water it almost seemed like he had the pussy and she the cock.
“Close your eyes and whisper the words…see if you can feel them enter you….’my name is Jeanette…I am one with the feminine universe….french women are the closest to the feminine ideal, that why there names are so pretty.”
His hard penis engulfed by her warmness her hands pulled him in at the waist bringing a whimper of delicate weakness to slip from his mouth. She let one drift out and rub along his smooth hairless chest finishing with a tweak of his hard nipple.
“Jeanette would you enjoy the feeling of having breasts? You’ve thought about it before I can tell….imagine being a woman….how nice to live a feminine life….”
“Yes Ms. Evelyn….ohhh if feels so good being inside you…..your breasts look so pretty….i’ve wondered before.....what it would be like...... to be a woman."
“If you can dream it..... you will be it….feel the graceful flow…. how nice it would be to have your own breasts….to be a woman….I know of a way….it will take your commitment….your obedience……if you want to know how to love a woman you must learn what its like to be her Jeanette …..release your warmness to accept the gift of the feminine.”
Spread wide Robert lifted his legs to hold on her hips as his hands reached to hold on to her muscled shoulders. Easy to do the woman bent at the waist as she pumped his penis. Holding him tight her kiss sealed his new beginning.
“Ohhhhhhhh its coming out…my warmness…….ohhhhhhh Ms. Evelyn yes I want to be it……everything you said.”
“And so you shall Jeanette.....together we will dream it......and 'you' will become it.”
End of part 1....