If you can dream it part 3

If you can dream it...pt 3

Having been glad to move in with Ms. Evelyn Robert was gradually acclimated to the ways of a domestic. The woman gave it a feminine twist when she insisted an apron be worn throughout his day while learning how to properly clean a home. Very subtly the woman began the shift to gender-neutral clothing with a feminine bent to it. Soft floral patterned tops and lightweight colorful sweaters or pretty t-shirts were worn with shorts or skinny jeans and even leggings. Pairs of flats replaced his tattered worn out looking running shoes.

For one who had always been in a home that was kept spotless by ‘cleaning ladies’ it felt so different to be the one completing chores like laundry and ironing that he’d once believed to only be ‘women’s work’. While it gave him a new appreciation for what it takes he also experienced what many a housewife feels. A mind made addled makes one feel docile, submissive, obedient and more susceptible to being programmed by an assertive alpha.

The housecleaning brought him back to elements of the younger days of his youth when he had never left his mothers side as she cleaned the home. Evelyn knew many a male’s first brush with a ‘loving female authority’ was back in their early years. There were some days when Evelyn treated him as though a young girl well below his true age. She was savvy enough to realize it would hit on a psychic level.

Subject to temper tantrum’s at those times when acting childish or sluffing off not cleaning she merely put an errant Robert over her knee and spanked him. The act further ratified his obedience to her expanding the woman’s feminine authority that he was learning to expect and accept. The more one obeys the greater the likelihood they would do so in the future until they didn’t know how to behave unless being told the way to act.

Walking out of the shower into her bedroom he noticed how long his hair was getting as it neared his neckline. Like monkey see monkey do he had developed feminine grooming habits his Evelyn did. Bending down at the waist he swooped the towel up and lifted it twisting it turban style to hold his damp hair. Softly padding into the room with gentle footfalls he gave a look at his lengthening nails as he splayed his fingers

“If I may ask Maam What’s this metal thing Maam? Is that a tiny padlock? Its shape ..it kind of reminds me of something …I can’t quite put my finger on it.”

“Yes it will help with those fingers from going where they shouldn’t be going. We both know how easily distracted a male like you can get, you’ll play with yourself at a moments notice if given the chance. Hmmmm, we know I’m right when I say it or perhaps you’ll take to loafing around instead of tidying up when I’m not supervising or away from home…this will help you stay on mission when cleaning and you’ll be more productive with your fingers and hands.”

Evelyn had Robert sit in the edge of the bed. Within a few moments he watched as she put him into his first chastity cage.

“There now…all safe and sound.”

“But my plaything, it’s all locked up…how do I go to the washroom?”

“What is your mantra…..’how can you love a woman if you don’t know how she feels’ so you’ll learn to sit just like us girls do. Come lets have you move back on the bed, slip on to the towel to keep things clean. I do like how thin and lithe your body is becoming…Yes and I told you how much you would enjoy not having hair, doesn’t your body feel nice and smooth Jeanette.”

“Yes Maam it does, it feels much softer too that coconut oil you have me use makes my skin feel sooo nice.”

“Ok some of what we’ll discuss you may not understand at first after all you are a male and less evolved spiritually and consciously.”

“Yes Ms. Evelyn.”

“The word ‘Yoni’ is Sanskrit for the symbol of Goddess Shatki. It speaks to the feminine generative power….the womb or source or vagina or vulva…it is a symbol for all life…lets remember life doesn’t begin unless given by a woman, she has that power….. now a Lingham is regarded as the phallus symbol of Shiva …..take hold that lovey dildo near the pillows dear.”

“I like the word vulva Maam its sound so pretty.”

“That’s because it is pretty,

“Gee this dildo Maam…. it look so much bigger then my little thing….look at how long it is.”

“Yes now imagine how lovely having a vulva would look between your legs…lets pretend you have a pussy take the lingam phallus symbol of a dildo. Slip some lube on and slide it in, go slow at first…look on it as though a divine passage, a vessel if you will.”

Gigi looked at her as he felt it sliding in deeper once past his rosebud entrance.

“Your nipples are getting excited….they must make you feel feminine and don’t they look nice when pointed up an out like that……I think they look pretty Gigi.”

The months on hormones had given his breasts a loose malleable contour while helping to expand the width and length of both areola and nipple.

“Show me if you can give off a jiggle to them.”

Jeanette had been able to detect growth spurts yet felt self-conscious enough not to mention what even Evelyn could see what was clearly growing. Gigi shook his chest as though the secret was out that he now had breasts. It was enough a soft pleasing look came on his face as he smiled at Evelyn.

“Just like this sweetie, here I’ll do it…understand feeling the dildo inside you is a spiritualization of sexuality and love…feel the tranquility of being in subspace, a balance between the psychic and spiritual…feel the freedom of surrendering to your submissive feminine…for one like you the energy of femininity is best felt when being docile and open…lose your old preconceived notions and thoughts an accept the idea that you really have an gentle yielding nature…feel that come to the surface as you welcome it sliding in.”

“Eewwww I like it ..it feels so full and long……the way you move that in and out makes me tingle inside Maam.”

His back fell harmlessly to the mattress with his arms moving benignly up near the pillows he could feel his lovely small breasts slide back and forth in motion as his hips shimmied in the same direction.

“Oh darling your feeling it…the divine feminine is awakening with in you.”

His eyes looked at her before dropping to view her breasts once more.

“Gigi, shall I kiss your nipples…would you like that?…I must tell you it will make you feel even more feminine to feel me sucking on them…. playing with them…caressing them….they look so lovely on your body.”

“That feels so nice…..Maam my little plaything it’s getting……

“Lets call it your clitty Jeanette.”

“I know it’s locked in this chastity thingy but I can feel my little clitty… it’s getting excited on the inside yet its not hard.”

“Just lose yourself to the feminine Shatki within…feel the lingam its presense so nice, so fulfilling…now we shall have it expand and vibrate?”

“Ohhhh, ooohhhh, ooohhhh…it’s getting bigger…it’s moving,….its vibrating…. its pulsating ……its ohhhhhhhh, ooohhhhhhhh, oooohhhhhhhhhh I think i'm going to.....eeewwwww, eeewwwww, eeewwwwww Oh Ms. Evelyn does a cock feel this nice all the time....ooohhhhhhh,ohhhhhhhhh, ohhhhhhh it's happening ohhhhh i'm climaxing oohhhhh i feel like a girl....eeewwwww my Domina, eeewwwwwww …..ooooohhhhhh my cream ……it keeps oozing out, I can’t stop it ooooooohhhhhhh yes.”

“Did my Gigi like that?...perhaps you were always meant to experience the feminine within. I’ll let you ponder it while you clean my bedroom as I ready for the day ahead. Here lets put your hair into a sloppy bun so it won’t get in the way of your eyes as you work.”

Naked with only the chastity cage on Gigi made the bed and straightened the room stealing glances at Evelyn as she sat at her vanity table. His hand drifting up to lightly touch the bun in back he felt a ping of jealousy watching her become beautiful while developing a desire to look the same for the woman.

Evelyn finished primping by rotating the brush a few more times along her cheek-line. Staring at her Robert knew he had always been amazed at how pretty woman could be made to look using makeup.

Part of him was often envious as though it was a private club he wasn’t allowed in to. Another part of him looked at the world of makeup as a baffling riddle too complex for any male to figure out. Helping to keep her vanity table and bathroom in order on the list of his domestic chores Robert had seen the array of powders, creams, brushes, wands an ancillary items a female often uses daily.

While the finished look a woman has will often drive most males to the point of drooling the truth was being made-up was often done simply to show how beautiful a woman can be to other women.

Her hands dropped and held still resting in her lap as she looked at him.

“You have a face that is pleasing to look at my Gigi yet I could make it even more so….hmmmm is my Jeanette curious?”

“Yes Maam…I am ….but I don’t know anything about using makeup.”

Within minutes Evelyn had softened his face using the colorful powders and brushes.

“Am I off Gigi, I don’t think so….it seems you enjoy how it looks…..why the mascara an eye-shadow look so natural on you and those long lashes they look so lovely curled high. Isn’t it nice to have thin tapered eyebrows with a pretty arch…....come lets have you in front of the mirror I’ll show you how to put on lipstick. You’ll see how it picks up the pretty blush bringing the color out on your cheeks.”

As he did it she undid the bun in back and fluffed it out. The hair fell along both sides of his face it was enough Jeanette could see the feminine difference.

“Can I tell you a little secret?”

“Yes Maam I’d like that.”

“Having an attractive contour covered with a colorful top goes so well with a lovely face made pretty with color…..of course we’d have to slip on bra on you.”

She let the words sink in knowing the idea was too tantalizing to ignore.

“I’m afraid I only have very feminine looking ones…..one’s with lots of lace trim…. lots of bows and ruffled edges…like I said it would just be our secret.”

He looked at her thinking he’d like to experience what she was saying living with her he had wondered what it would feel like to be in lingerie when he watched her put on her delicate intimate wear.

“It’s fun to have secrets isn’t Ms. Evelyn?”…..no one would have to know but us right?”

“Yes that’s right…our little secret. We could put you in a robins egg blue to go with your eye shadow or maybe a light crimson to pick up your lipstick.’’

“Yes Maam whatever you think …it might be kind of fun right……I mean it’s secret no one but yours and mine.”

“Well if your in ‘your’ bra then of course panties are a must its not good to separate matching lingerie other wise its like socks in a dryer.…..they some how get lost.”

“Yes that happened the other day with me doing my laundry…I was going to tell you I couldn’t find one sock then I thought maybe it would show up….where do socks go when they get lost?”

“You know how you’ve seen me put on my pretty garter-belt’s. I have to tell you some of my bra and pantie sets have those too so we’ll have to include a waist cinch-garter with frilly tabs. We don’t want those to get lost now do we?”

“Oh no Maam your right ……I’m learning you’re always right.”

The lace intimate wear was part of the ‘Faberge egg’ collection by La Perla an intricate woven design with pretty embroidering spinning outward from the centered base of the padded bra cups added a delightful display of feminine whimsy to the lingerie.

“Now aren’t you glad I’ve shown you the benefits of having skin made soft, smooth and hairless? thank heaven there’s no ugly hair to spoil the look?”

Evelyn intended it to be a very transitional moment in their relationship the act of holding up the bra by its open straps gave her a jolt of dominant female power. Evelyn realized the implication as he slid his arms through the opening. He was entering a world that only females loved to live in. Who could resist the allure of the feminine sensations with a body that wore lingerie so well? Jeanette’s eyes told Evelyn he had the hope that it could be even more as the bra slipped into place along his body.

The woman moved close pressing her large breasts against his soft skin while she hooked the bra in back on him. Her words came out soft and sounded so luxuriously femme.

“Breasts feel so nice…now I know how to give you that little contour we spoke of.”

She slid in the b-cup breast forms sensing the feminine delight he was feeling.

“Lets adjust the cups of ‘your’ bra…….why I could swear you look like you were born to have pretty breasts an wear lovely lingerie.”

“Your right Maam my panties and bra match and look I have curves.”

Gigi couldn’t help himself he gave a wiggle just to see the breast forms move.

“Yes I know….as for your garter belt I’m afraid its one of those frilly one’s I spoke of.”

His eyes closed delighting in the momentary feeling of having a woman lead him into the world of feminine lingerie by easing a decorative garter-belt in place along his waistline.

“What do we do with the straps that are hanging……they look pretty with all the ruffles and bows….do they just stay dangling?”

“Lovely garters need sheer stockings…….here I’ll show you ….point your toe …see we just clasp these on……six metal stays are much better then 4…there they go…the tabs are all secure.”

“Woooo that feels so soft on my legs Domina.”

“Now dear we need to protect the stocking don’t we?...we don’t want you to get any holes or snags in them….I love the the pretty pattern up high on the band…a good band is always 4 or 6” long…yes protection will come in the form a nice pair of heels, no slouching mind you…did you know that good posture helps one develop self-esteem? Follow me take my hand we’ll go to my closet…..now about that top we spoke of.”

Captivated by her words and the way she used them in the minutes that her ‘Gigi’ was put in luxurious lingerie only served to have him want to be in more feminine clothing.

The closet open it felt like being in Nirvana for Jeanette as he walked in to look at all the colorful woman’s apparel.

“Ms. Evelyn you know when you told me ‘how can you love a woman unless you know how she feels?......I think I’m starting to learn how a woman feels.”

“If that’s the case then I should tell you many a woman feels her best when wearing a dress.”

Evelyn held him from behind letting her hand drop she ran her single finger along the pantywaist. Gigi let his shoulders scrunch in as though enjoying being engulfed by her embrace.

“Perhaps a simple top won’t do….dresses have that contour we spoke of but they also have that certain something that makes a woman feel like a woman….I mean who but one who wants to feel feminine and pretty will wear a dress.”

Her hand glided across the front of his panties feeling the small wet spot of pre-cum he’d released she commented.

“Why Gigi you must be feeling like a pretty girl you’ve gotten your panties damp that’s just what some girls do when they get excited isn’t it?”

Unable to speak he nodded his head too caught up in feeling the sensations of being in a pretty bra and pantie and garter set.

“Yet I am afraid you’ll have to ask me, I don’t want to force you. You‘ll have to tell me you want me to put you in a dress….of course we’ll have to have you in matching heels….while protecting your stockings high heels will make you experience that feeling of being a woman even more.”

Evelyn had already known what pair of shoes she would put him in. Within seconds she lowered and eased his one foot then the other in the 4” ‘Champagne pink’ ankle strap pumps. A festive bow on the tip above the toe looked pretty on the pair of high heels.

“See how much your pretty butt lifts and separates and sticks out now….no I’m afraid there’s no moving quickly in these shoes…its almost like a any one who wears these shoes is saying please put your cock inside me…..its why some girls call them ‘fuck me pumps’.”

The color of the above the knee dress was a soft light cherry gingham. An allover pattern of solid color squares with over-lapping stripes of the same width made for an attractive summer look without being too fancy. Gigi’s waist thin as it was held in place with the dress having the solid colored crushed wide belt more there for decorative reasons then function.

The tennis bracelet held his attention from the moment she slipped it on his wrist the uniformly sized diamonds were large enough to impress without appearing too over the top ‘Zsa Zsa’ like.

“Diamonds make a woman feel special, it tells others that she has a lover. Breakfast at Tiffany’s wasn’t about pearls.”

Ready to gush out with words of devotion his eyes stared at Evelyn hoping he’d hear her tell him she wanted him as her lover. The woman sat down and went on speaking while putting red polish on his nails.

“There now your nails and lipstick match....You know I care about you Jeanette, I think you’d like to be my special lover wouldn‘t you?…. If that’s the case you must know I can be quite demanding…. I like my lovers pretty, sexy looking, obedient, and even docile at times. When others see us I want them to know who is the alpha and who is the submissive one in our relationship.”

Outside Gigi’s first instinct was to look around as if people cared what he now looked like. Together the couple came off appearing at the restaurant as a woman that was capable of getting a younger tart of a gurl to be on her arm.

The moment the server looked at Jeanette she knew all decisions would be made by Evelyn.

“Wait you’re Shatki Evelyn……Evelyn Valleybrook…I have every book of yours. I never knew how easy it could be to meditate now I do it every day. We have specials on the little card…can I bring you a memosa while you look it over? How about for your girlfriend, it must be nice to have one who is love with you?”

Jeanette thrilled at hearing the words felt a blush rise to the surface on his face.

“Oh I never let males drink…lets face it they’re just too immature to handle liquor. Bring my Gigi a Shirley Temple.”

The doctor at the resource center was known for his candor. He had lost an uncle to aids while in med school in the early 90’s and vowed when his practice was successful he would try to help in some way. He thought it a pity that one was persecuted merely for displaying what felt natural inside them.

Walter listened to the two while pretending to read the outdated magazine from the publishing company that had gone out of business 4 years earlier.

“Look, meth, molly, coke whatever….you’re using them to avoid facing up to the truth, A year from now we won’t be having this conversation because you’ll likely be on your way to the grave. Let’s face it some people are just born to…..”

Exasperated, searching for the right words the doctor threw his hands on his hips made easier with the buttons on his lab-coat undone. Walter felt certain he was going to say ‘suck cock’ in some clinical way.

“…..their just born being homosexuals and transsexuals and lesbians. Sexuality is a spectrum not binary the sooner you accept it the better. We have a therapy counselor down the hall we have meetings you can go to address your substance abuse issue yet it always comes down to not wanting to live with the truth.”

His hand ran along to move back hair on his balding head that had long since left the station.

“You said it yourself you’ve gone to bars to meet other guys and felt fine with it yet the next morning you feel guilty. The programming from that outdated church you were raised in sunk its fangs deep into your brain. There is nothing to be guilty or feel remorseful about find yourself a good guy and move on with your life.”

Walter thought ‘if only all the doctors were like him’.

The doctor turned once more to look at him eye to eye.

“You’ve done well with your life, anybody who can drop a few thousand on blow regularly must make a lot. You end up feeling grateful donate some money to help things stay a float here. We’ve got all the volunteers we can handle, with the conservative congress cutting back on funding what we need is money.”

“I will doc, thanks.”

The doctor looked at Walter

“Alright next…how about you…what’s on your mind?”

“I’m here for the HRT already on herbals I’m meeting with a therapy counselor this afternoon.”

“At least some one is comfortable with the truth…Mrs Langmire, down that hall on the left room 122…you’re going to be pretty, hell you already are…make that you’re going to be beautiful.”

End of part 3