'It's just a game.' …pt 5
The window down Todd Andrews looked at Jill behind the driver’s seat. He hadn’t seen it coming ever since they’d been dating before they were married he had always taken to the assertive masculine role yet now Jill’s dominance over him was expanding far beyond what he thought it might.
The night he showered with Jill after seeing the collection of youthful pictures of him dressed as a teenage girl had been the starting point. In the six months since the woman had taken firm control of the marriage dynamic.
“Ms. Jill may I have some lunch money?”
She flipped through the leather bound ’daily planner’ of his schedule. Jill had created it as demonstration of her authority over him insisting he adhere to it.
“I’ll not have you wasting it, here is $10 let’s remember you’re dieting so I want you to have salad and bring the receipt home. With it being Wednesday you’re off after 2 so take the bus home and start on your household chores this afternoon.”
The slacks he wore were from ‘The Woman Within’ collection and were free of pockets. A bent towards the feminine the gender-neutral pants had him baffled as to where to put the $10 bill he held.
“Perhaps it’s time we selected a purse for you. You’d find how useful they can be like any woman knows….carrying things such as a comb or hair brush or some make-up and lippy for a quick touchup.”
His fingers moved the lengthening middle-parted hair behind each ear. Todd cringed at the idea of using a purse after giving a look at his office building thinking he’d be made fun of walking in with a purse slung hanging off his shoulder.
“When you get to your desk write a note…remind Domina to schedule my hair appointment’….. It now needs the attention of a seasoned stylist.”
Part of her whole plan the woman wanted to take any serious decision making on his part out of play. Once more his hands ran down smoothing out the slacks as he listened. The idea petrified him that someone might notice the outline of his ‘ruffled-butt’ panties underneath.
A friend of Jill’s had let slip she knew a woman that owned her own small accounting firm was looking to add to their staff of secretaries. What made it unusual was all the account executives were female while their secretaries were all male. Skilled at moving quickly across a keyboard the HR department hired him part time knowing they could train him up in other things needed beyond typing letters and such for his female boss.
Jill has stumbled on to hearing about a new hair salon when riding the elevator down with Marcia the woman that had been made president of the insurance company.
Marcia looked at her after hitting the same button that was already lit up.
“Hello Ms. Marcia, I’m Jill Andrews….in R & D. If I may say it feels nice working at a nice size company that has a woman president.”
“Yes I know who you are Jill that’s kind of you to say. Your satellite team does good work.”
“Thanks Ma’am I like your hair style…I’ve been thinking about changing mine.”
Marcia took out her phone.
“Your number Jill, the salon is called ‘Sassitude’. If you choose to go there stop by my office afterwards so I can see the new look. By the way keep in mind I am always on the lookout for talented young females who create revenue such as yourself….and call me Marcia, whenever you say ‘Ma’am’ I look around to see if my mother is here.”
Jill acknowledge the request with a ‘Yes Marcia’ before giving the woman her phone number. Outside the elevator the call came in.
“I’m glad I have your phone number Jill something tells me we’ll be getting better connected in the days ahead. Now either Tammy of Belinda can help you make a decision as to your hair style.”
Looking back at Jill she added.
“I must tell you they are both active members of the LBGTQ community.”
“I have no issue with that…..Marcia.”
She was glad she caught herself before the word Ma’am came out.
“I’ve always been a big supporter, they was I figure people are people …be they straight or Bi or gay we’re born that way….some just don’t find out until later….as for me I lean towards being a radical feminist….it’s time the patriarchy was sent packing.”
“You’re not the only one that feels that way. Definitely call me I just may move you up the latter sooner than you think.”
The cushion of ruffles almost made Todd feel he was wearing a day diaper. Pulling out his button-less top he let it rest along his waistline. For years he had worn a masculine belt yet the slacks he had on only had the protection of a drawstring with tied bow keeping things from falling down.
He had been doing it more and more lately he stopped and turned to take in his thinning figure in the large plate-glass window. At the time Jill suggested it he was told the Pueraria Mirifica tablets helped retain hair growth.
The rest of her comment drifted off with her adding it does other things as well yet its your choice. Although he hadn’t seen many of them in a while he knew some of his male friends were already losing their hair.
He started on the feminizing herbals figuring ‘if they help me keep my hair why not…besides how much else can they really do? It can’t be that bad’.
Walking in Todd learned the other four make secretaries called it ‘Murderer’s row’. Every one of them had to walk by the string of offices that had the top sales-women in them. They group often would gawk and make fun throwing out the occasional grope as the male secretaries walked by heading to their collection of desks in the center of the office.
Todd could feel the woman standing out in front of her office staring at him. At the end of the row she silently eyed him up and down. Strikingly beautiful Ms. Johnson had an air of female intimidation about her.
“Hello cutie…you’re kind of new here.”
The ten dollars bill in his hand he stopped at hearing her words.
“Yes Ms. Johnson…well I mean I’ve been here for a month or so yet it’s mostly part time.”
“Are you spoken for?”
“I’m married if that’s what you mean.”
“No I mean do you work for another woman here or are you just in the secretarial pool?”
After she spoke her hand went on to touch his hair moving some of it back in place. His eyes drifted to look at her chest attracted by the sight of her bra through the semi-sheer blouse.
“No Ma’am…nobodys claimed me yet.”
“Claimed you?...how nicely put. What’s that your lunch money?...you must be treated like a child by your spouse...it's a wonder she didn't pin it to your top. You really should carry a purse or something …you don’t want to lose that.”
Her hand lowered running along the outside of his slacks feeling the slight bump in the material given off by the softness of the ruffled panties.
“No wallet….Your woman doesn’t allow you to carry one hmmm?”
“No Ma’am …I used to but now my Jill controls all the money and finances in our marriage. She says males are too immature when it comes to money.”
“I can see she’s someone I should know…she’s right of course if left up to them they’d spend it on wasteful things….as opposed to more practical items like lingerie, makeup….or a purse in your case.”
Her hand gave a squeeze to his panty covered butt as if to say ‘I know what your wife has put you in’.
’’Run along sweetie I have a client call to make….by the way your hair is nice yet it needs better attention given to it.”
The gentle demeanor had been expanding within him the longer he was on the femme herbals walking to his desk he could feel a band of feminine objectification flow through him aware she was watching his figure as he walked away.
The tattoo artist named Tasha had patiently gone about her work on Lisa’s face. A midnight-black dark line on the lower eyeline started just under the edge of the location of the eyeball moving outward to meet the full line done on the top giving a permanent look to his eyelines.
The top eyelid had a little more of the same color giving a deeper darkness as it slid to just past the eyes edge creating a triangular winged look as it finished. One would have thought he’d spent a good twenty minutes putting on eyeliner with a hint of eye shadow.
A small sprayer was carefully used to air brush a notable dash of ‘cheeky’ pink blush on the skin covering each cheekbone. It meant his cheek-line would always be highlighted yet a darker color could be put over the permanent makeup.
A core outline was put on his eyebrows, with lifted arch it moved lower ending in a sharper point. Like a child coloring with crayons within the lines it meant he simply needed to pluck away any rogue eyebrow hairs that were outside the deep black color.
A thin line had the dark red lip-liner frame his lips with a lighter shade of pinkish red put inside it. A band of flowers tattooed on his lower back all in all his look now screamed femininity.
Being a Drag Queen Mitzi knew some of her contemporaries had recommended Tasha. Seeing how pretty it made her Lisa appear Franklin was glad he'd hired her.
Mitzi looked at the display board on the three-legged easel in his den. Spaced out with plenty of cushion of dense forest acting as borders the lots ran along hugging the shoreline with some bigger than others.
The couch had 5 different sets of blue-prints that represented the assorted sizes of ‘spec’ houses that could be built.
Franklin Jones had done well with had been handed to him. A small fortune stashed away by parents that went through the depression and world war two as children had been the nest egg of his trust fund.
At the time it was handed to him the 6 million seemed like a lot but what was more impressive was that Franklin turned it into 35 million through shrewd investing. His one rule was to try to put it in stocks of companies that paid no US taxes. 60 of the corporations on the list paid zero dollars on 79 billion in profits while receiving over 4 billion in rebates
Netflix, Amazon, Halliburton, General Motors, Eli Lilly the list went on spread throughout the diverse categories of goods and services they provided were household names iconic in their impact on the economy.
By his way of thinking any corporation savvy enough not to pay a dime in taxes must be doing something right. He figured they were managed by brilliant employees that had the clout in Washington made so from skilled 'K-street' lobbyist and elected congress officials in their hip pocket.
Mitzi looked at his lover Lisa as the Cd gave him the informal presentation of the land development. As Gerald Naderham he had been stuck in a life he didn’t like living. Now as the live-in lover to Mitzi as though made anew he was on the way to turning Trans full time.
His face showed the effect of the feminizing herb found in the fertile hills of Thailand known as Pueraria Mirifica that many a t-girl had used as the foundational base and precursor to HRT.
Free of facial hair follicles Lisa’s look was developing a cuteness that often came before turning truly pretty if not beautiful. Pressing against the sleeveless blouse the tiny naked breasts could be sized out at an A-cup yet the two had been told by the doctor it was likely they would develop all the way into a c-up once matured.
Possessing sculpted nails that were past the fingertips colored red they moved through his long hair that was well-managed. A flip of the 18” deep brunette hair had the budding t-girl put a smile on her face.
“Mitzi I call it ‘Fuchsia Falls’ an openly gay community that caters to the well-to-do under the LGBTQ umbrella. We’ve come along way since the days of the Stonewall riots in America and the UK’s ”There’ll be no buggering in Burnley or as some say the Burnley Buggers ball’.”
Lisa stopped to make a point.
“I learned that helped produced limited though it was in its freedoms 'the 1967 Sexual Offences Act'….back then lesbian women had to endure such terms as a slag or lesser.”
Once more smiling a girlish smile he continued while smoothing out the casual wear pencil skirt from behind.
“The development could be done in sections. The wealthy have always stayed above most economic downturns and when things are good they do even better. Why not have a safe place to live and have a family that members of the gay community can control the legal and political dynamics of.”
“There are plenty of gays these days that can afford the lifestyle and with some of the profits we could give back to help those less fortunate of our kind.”
Starting with the wild night at the stripper bar it had been a crazy weekend. Mitzi considered how he’d have to explain that he had a large bedroom down the hall from his master with closets and drawers filled with feminine intimate wear and woman’s clothing. His idea was to write it off to a wife he’d divorced a couple of years back.
Plausible enough Gerald had quickly dismissed it knowing it didn’t really matter any way. Being called Lisa all weekend had touched something inside him he never knew was there.
Dropped off by the limo it didn’t take long for Mitzi and Lisa to fall to the bed sensing there was more than a casual fling taking place.
The outfits and heels now a distraction gave way to the two wanting to be naked ready to enjoy the feeling of male on male sex.
Gerald positioned himself on all fours the earlier brief taste of having Franklin’s hardness in him needed to be satiated climaxing in a conclusion of warm cream being left behind
Lisa felt both comforted and protected in the arms of Mitzi unlike his first marriage to a genetic woman he truly was in love.
The silent power of the estrogen was showing itself with his breasts now forming into an attractive shapely pair. The a-cup size boobies pushing their way to a b-cup had nice sized feminine nipples and areolas delightfully crowned jutting out. It didn’t matter whatever top or covering he wore they no longer could be hidden.
The weeks turned into months swaying on every movement the breasts were filling with mother milk forming a contour a female enjoys.
Spurred on by the internet the rise of ‘Femdom’ in the past decade or so has brought many males to play with fire. They’ll get caught up in the lust of a developing fetish and find themselves agreeing to try things their rational mind would normally reject.
The bridge of no return in the area of 'forced feminization' is committing to taking female hormones. A skilled ‘Femdom’ Mistress can lead a male into the world of the feminine more easily once they have been put on estrogen and its companion sisters of t-blockers and prolactin.
Their muscle strength quietly diminishes their shapeliness alters pursuing a womanly appearance the skin softens until one day standing in front of a mirror they now have what an attractive coed wants…a pair of breasts giving them a ticket to the dance of the feminine world.
The difference with Gerald was he wasn’t forced as Lisa he wanted as much femininity as he could handle.
Mitzi wanted to create within Lisa the docile feeling of a gentle yielding nature. That space where a submissive willingly gives in to the wishes of a dominant. How many submissive women had done the same when committing to a marriage? So often it starts in the bedroom yet soon spills out in to other areas of life.
A talented Cd and Drag Queen when in the role Mitzi knew all about how to have his Lisa develop feminine traits and habits. The feminine appearance of his face had been made permanent from the tattoo artist.
Mitzi would have his budding t-girl stand naked in front of a mirror and learn to pose while wearing just high heels with his penis locked in a chastity cage. Twisting and turning hands on the hips Lisa would pivot before walking back and forth taking short girlish strides in 3” pumps along the carpet until his movement became natural.
Males walk with long strides swinging their arms back and forth in an aggressive manner it’s as though where they are going is important enough they need to get there in a hurry.
Girls are different they have a patient pace with arms hanging limply down along their sides they move with erect posture providing grace and subtlety as though they want everyone to see every inch of the feminine shapeliness. Their movement is slow enough a pair of milky breasts will give off a lovely sway and gentle sexy bounce on each footfall.
Told to walk to the window slowly turn in place and walk back to the door as Lisa practiced he would glance and see his breasts jiggling only adding motivation to become the kind of attractive t-girl he knew he could be. He was learning to accept how pretty his face and body were becoming.
Belinda spoke to Jill as Tammy her partner prepared her work station at ‘Sassitude’ the beauty salon.
“So you work with Marcia?’
Jill thought how nice the view looked out the 2nd story window of the stand-alone hair salon in the building. The car park along the side she’d walked up the staircase affixed to the outside wall to see it went up two more floors past the salon.
“Yes Belinda it was she that suggested I come here to have my hair done with you and Tammy.’
Belinda smiled back.
“Yes she told me you might come by…something with a business cut yet still pretty…would that do?”
“Yes that is exactly what I was thinking.”
Tammy snapped her gum swirling the cover cape she lifted the piece and secured it near her neckline.
“Jill honey you see me doing something you don’t like speak up…I think I know what will make you look good. Belinda said Marcia told her you are a female supremacist like her.”
“I let her know I’m a radical feminist …I guess in many ways they are the same thing. Truth is I only recently got on board…I should tell you what started it…it was almost 8 months ago I got tired of seeing how my husband did things at the time.”
She looked at both Belinda and Tammy.
“I’ve always had the habit of telling my hair stylist all about my life….there is something about you two that makes me want to do it with you both.”
“That’s why I started my salon…or one of the reasons…we want all our female clients to feel they can ‘let their hair down’ so to speak. Tammy feels the same way…in fact as we talk she should tell you what she did to her former abusive husband.”
Tammy spun the chair so her and Jill could look in the mirror.
“Lovely Tara yes I wonder what my former’s up to these days. …..We’ll get to your hair and the style I think will look best in a moment ..tell me do you know much about T-girls? Or training males to worship their woman….well I discovered the two can go hand in hand.”
“It’s funny you should say that Tammy….you two own the building right? would any of you mind if I fired up a joint?”
Tammy leaned over Jill‘s shoulder flicking her ‘Bic’ she lit the rolled-up ‘get-high’ stick. Her nose took in the pungent aroma. A few minutes in all three were smiling feeling no pain.
“Since were asking questions Jill…you ever been bedded by a pair of lesbians?”
“No but I have a feeling that won’t be the answer I’ll give after today.”
A wink to her wife Belinda had Tammy sliding her hands under the cape. Belinda moved to the door a quick motion she flipped the sign over pulling the shade down behind it….’Closed, gone clitty fishing’. Turning she looked at Jill having her breasts massaged under the coverup.
“That’s the nice thing about owning our own shop…we can do whatever the fuck we want.”
Jill pulled the cape off to reveal her open blouse. Arching her back she looked up at Tammy hoping to be kissed. Tammy slid her blouse off and went back to unhook her bra. Belinda slid in front unbuckling Jill’s belt she eased her slacks off.
"Jill honey your panties are soaking wet.”
"My husband has turned into such a wimp these days…I mean I know I’m trying to emasculate him putting him on femme herbals yet still an all a girl gets horny when she hasn’t been fucked with some stiffness in a while."
Tammy turned to Jill so she could see her perky pair of b-cups.
"I had the same problem yet it will be worth it in the end..let your lips take in my nipples…fuck she looks hot doesn’t she Belinda?”
Belinda dropped to her knees slipping her mouth open she let her tongue dash out and lick along the glistening folds of Jill’s slit.
“I’ve got a feeling you guys are going to be teaching me a thing or two today once we get the bedroom.”
It felt strangely erotic to be led outside up the stairs in just her panties. Jill looked around concerned other 'passer-bys' might spot her.
“Once the impediment of resistance is removed his femininity will flow like an unstoppable waterfall.”
Tammy lowered her head to nuzzle on Jill’s milky breasts after saying it. In no rush taking their time enjoying the delights of lesbian sex the three had been talking about how Jill’s Todd was first exposed to the feminine by being put in ‘petticoat punishment’ at the hands of Lindsey an authoritarian mother in his youth.
Tammy flicked her tongue at the extended nipple while Belinda took to licking her pussy. Though she’d never admit it having a different vagina to please other than her wife Tammy’s was a nice change of pace.
Her mouth lifted wet with slickness she looked to see how happy Tammy was having a new fresh playmate of a woman. She couldn’t help yet think she too enjoyed having some strange.
Standing on her feet Belinda took the lube and stroked it on the latex phallus of her strap-on.
“The herbals are a good set-up for female based hormone replacement therapy. If you really want to see change penetration totally freaks out a male being feminized.”
Tammy slithered up being taller Jill’s arm easily held her in an embrace.
“Jill honey…Belinda is a magician with a strap-on, in no time she’ll find that g-spot of yours.”
Jill slipped down to rest with her back flat on the mattress, her legs lifted at the hips spreading out wider as she moved. Jill could feel the moments anticipation building.
“Just think about it Jill…uggg…oh I do love using these things…ewww there you go girl …all inside…picture yourself as a male it violates every masculine principle straight males operate from…ohhh yea…that’s it…jeez you’re sloppy wet sweetie.”
Belinda stopped speaking briefly as she pushed the 7” cock in and out of Jill.
“In their mind taking a cock like a woman means they’re not a real male any longer…now mind you I’m not talking about lovely gays…that’s an entirely different dynamic….but a straight male will feel his male-hood disappearing the more you fuck him with a strap-on.”
Tammy took over.
“It’s like his mind is telling him if you’re not doing the fucking than you’re not a real male….”
Her hands lifted collecting all her hair for the moment before letting it drop back down.
“…Ergo if you’re not a real male than you must be a woman on some level. Once he finds out that he likes it…even more so….as I said once the impediment of resistance is removed his femininity will cascade like a waterfall.”
End of part 5 …