'It's just a game.' pt 6 by DLC's alyssa
“Gerald is that you?”
Walking with Franklin who was dressed in boy mode ‘Lisa’ didn’t turn until he heard it a 2nd time. Right it off to vanity but he hadn’t been out all that much as Lisa and was nervous he couldn’t pass.
Franklin had seen it before with new Cd’s and T-girls that came to the Blue Moon. It’s so often the case that one doesn’t realize just how attractive they look being dressed femme.
“Gerald it’s me…yoo-hooo.”
Franklin spoke while moving down the sidewalk headed to lunch.
“Someone thinks they know you honey.”
Gerald looked at him.
“I think maybe it’s my ex…she’s married now I heard. I’m not sure I should have her see me this way. I mean what will she think…beside I’m not wearing any makeup and my hair it’s a mess.”
A pause had him showing the effects estrogen can have on a male turned trans developing a feminine perspective in the process.
“…Isn’t that a cute skirt she has on?”
Thinking they may not measure up it was a common feeling t-girls had when comparing themselves to genetic woman.
“Baby you have breasts in a bra under there…you may not be buxom and they may not be big yet they are definitely on your chest…not to mention how lovely your face looks these days even without makeup Lisa. Just because your hair is in a bun covered by a ball cap doesn’t mean she won’t see through things.”
Franklin wanted his male turned budding t-girl lover totally outed every nail in the coffin of his masculinity brought him closer to living full time as a trans-woman.
“Your right Mitzi.”
“Yes…nice….yet don’t call me Mitzi when introducing me. I have financial concerns that have to be maintained with many I don’t know.”
“I understand Franklin.”
Seeing the woman and her tall male companion cross the street Franklin looked at ‘Lisa’.
“Take off your jacket and hat and hand them to me….let your hair down….tell me her name”
Lisa was too much of a subby now to resist obeying Franklin. Jacket and hat off his fingers unraveled the bun and spiked into his long hair shaking it loose.
The shabby-chic gypsy skirt blowing in the breeze the woman drew closer with her friend talking on his I-phone a few steps behind. Franklin looked over her shoulder thinking he recognized the male. Gerald spun the fanny pack around lifting out the compact. Pinching the clip to open it up he dabbed the foam piece while looking at the tiny round mirror as he padded the powder smooth across his face.
With his permanent makeup tattooed on often he merely needed to apply some powdered foundation to present well. Hearing a car horn honk a look at Mallory told him he had a few seconds or so to apply his lipstick before she arrived. Like any female he finished using the mascara wand to quickly lift his eyelashes into a greater curl.
“It is you….my oh my sweetie …you’re gorgeous….here lets tie this off at your mid-drift…how pretty it seems you have a pair of boobies….you always did have such lovely nipples and areolas…even more so now that they look feminine being nice and puffy.”
His feminine hormone regimen had been depleting his testosterone level out of nowhere he started tearing up feeling the emotions of the moment.
“Hi I’m Franklin my Lisa is moving along in her transitioning so it’s to be expected. Your friend I seem to recognize him.”
“I’m Mallory hello Franklin….He’s Justin Templer and I recognize you…aren’t you that delightful Drag Queen Misty Breeze? I caught you at the Blue Moon a year or so ago.”
Lisa composing herself started to smile.
Mallory looked at him dropping her eyes to see a camel toe look between his legs.
“I see you’ve discovered female hormones….’It’s just a game….no longer….are you tucked or have you had your balls removed too?”
“I have Lisa in a ‘Koalaswim.com piece called ‘sassy lips' g-string. Lots of my colleagues on the drag circuit use them. Come let’s do lunch its clear if there was any before there no longer is any animosity. So how did you like my revue?"
“It was fun. Say hi to Franklin Justin.”
“I know Franklin my investor group was in a deal with his company awhile back….nice to see you again.”
Franklin took charge of the group.
“Lets go to Maison de crepes and dine alfresco…they have a lovely outdoor patio and the best crepes this side of Paris. I'll put these back in my car first.”
“Tell me more about you Franklin …how did you and Gerald come to meet?...if I may say you know he always had a submissive streak I can see he makes for a much better gurl than he did as a husband.”
Mallory slid her hand inside Franklin’s arm walking while Justin did the same with Lisa taking him by the hand.
“Having said that I have an idea.’
She leaned up on her toes and whispered as the two approached the restaurant known for its pricey menu.
“Very nice I like it….so how did you and Justin get together.”
“We met at a swingers party.”
“Swingers huh…how interesting.”
Sitting in back near the wall the umbrella over the table acted as shield against the afternoon sun. The female server came over handing out the menus she let them know her name was ‘Katrice’ then went into how the head chef learned her craft working in a ‘creperie’ in Brittany before moving across the pond.
Bloody Mary’s in hand fifteen minutes later their order was served with all getting the same on the recommendation of it being the house’s signature dish. The size of a small hubcap the savory French crepe was folded inward its top open with a sunny-side up egg centered in its middle.
As the female waitress laid each plate in front of the person she went on about how ‘it’s cooked in a heated skillet since the iron made for an easier time to have the batter reached the edges covering the width of the pan’.
Not long after the plates empty it looked as though a swarm of locusts had descended down ravaging the delightful food. Loosely arranged their chairs haphazardly placed having finished the meal Mallory took a sip of her ‘Bloody’ after swirling the celery stalk to mix the contents.
Sitting in the wrought iron chair his back to the wall Justin declared.
“That was almost as good as sex….I could use a good blow job for dessert right about now.”
Mallory shook her head knowing between booze and drugs, sex or food most males looked on the grouping as a source of pleasure.
Franklin took the comment as a chance to display his dominance. Looking at Lisa with words gone unspoken the t-girl knew what he wanted to see. Lisa’s eyebrows lifted expressing emotion as if to say ‘right here…right now?’.
A simple motion with his hand had Franklin pointing to the floor bemused at what would occur. With room to spare under the spacious round table on his knees Lisa settled between the legs of Justin.
Mallory could feel herself getting both aroused and excited at the prospect of seeing her former husband about to give a blow job. How many married women would have liked to see their husbands being made to display submissive sexuality so often thrusted on females?
The benefits of now being thin and lithe allowed Lisa to ease the pants down to the ankles followed by his banana-hammock of a thong. Justin spread his legs a little wider enjoying seeing Lisa begin to slurp at the semi-flacid dick. A reach down with his hands he pulled the t-shirt off putting Lisa’s bra on display.
Careful with his nails Lisa glided her hand up and down a few times until the t-girl felt it grow hard. His mouth slipped onto the head, one hand under massaging the ball-sac the other pumping away Lisa swirled the tongue feeling a higher level of control over the hard cock.
The numerous blueish veins started pulsing on the cock from her lips softly caressing the stiff male tool. He pulled back while pumping as if fishing for a complement he looked up with a pair of puppy-dog eyes unhooking his bra as he did so.
Justin was amazed to see how impactful the obviously permanent tattooing of makeup made Lisa look.
He never cared whether a male was a t-girl or gay or straight he just liked the power dynamic of another male blowing him.
Mallory let her hand slip inside the waist of Franklin’s pair of beige ‘Chino’s’. Giving a look around at the others enjoying lunch she could feel her nipples becoming swollen. Smiling at him she unzipped his pants. Possessing a phenomenal grasp of the obvious Franklin spread his leg making room for her to land in his lap.
The woman slid her vagabond of a looking skirt up before settling her vagina onto the cock. Once more a look around at the other diners too occupied to care she let the skirt cover her action as she slowly rode Franklin's dick while her former hubby sucked off Justin.
Being the swingers they were her lover enjoyed seeing Mallory having public sex.
“Spoosh him honey…when he was my husband he liked coming on my face even though I told him not to.”
“You got it babe…how’s Franklin's cock?”
“He has such a lovely girth to it.”
Justin took control of his penis knowing he was close. It was enough Lisa stopped pumping while still trying to lick and tickle at it with his tongue. Call it a dose of humility yet when the first burst of hot cream lifted shooting out it landed on Lisa’s cheek. Justin roughly grabbed the t-girl by the hair. Holding Lisa’s head still his hand pumped 5 more bands of cum on his face before stopping.
Mallory let her hand slide along Franklin's shoulder looking like a woman just sitting on a lover’s lap. Her arm suddenly pulled back so both her hands could hold him by the face.
“Oh fuck…yea….ohhh Franklin…oooohh yea…fuck that feels nice…no wonder you turned Gerald trans…anyone with a nice as cock as yours can’t help but make a gurl feel like a woman…..Oh fuck your coming.”
Franklin eased Mallory off as she moved to sit back down. Picking his I-phone up he had Lisa look at him so he could click off a few pictures of him with his face covered in cum.
“Go lick Mallory clean subby-gurl.”
Moments later Lisa could feel the gypsy skirt covering his body while he sucked her clean of the jizz.
Katrice the server walked over balancing the tray she kept a smile on her face hoping it would help add to the tip.
“I see we lost one….must be in the bathroom huh…we do have a chef’s special for our lunch desert….a lovely cream-pie if anyone is interested….I’ve been told they taste divine.”
Fresh out of the shower standing naked but for a clean white sleeveless t-shirt on in front of the floor mirror Todd looked over his shoulder…the roundness stood out it wasn’t a male bum no with it’s curvature it looked more like a girls…a pretty butt any woman would like having….something others would stare at …and not take their eyes off of…maybe even fantasized about it briefly…especially if they were an alpha wanting to conquer a submissive sexually.
He knew Jill having mentioned it she was planning on them going to her friend’s pool party…what would they say especially the women?….women always notice everything when it comes to femininity.
It dawned on him in the form a question. What kind of bathing suit would his Domina put him in. 3 weeks earlier he had laundered the 4 new two piece bathing suits paying it no mind…now he contemplated the idea….was one intended for him or maybe even two of them?
The bell attached to his chastity cage chirped out he felt cute seeing the varnish on his toes as he scurried into her bedroom’s closet to see where he put them. He could feel the looseness of the skin move on his butt it was as though an extra layer of skin was being grown on its surface.
Rummaging through Jill’s intimate wear drawer he spotted them in the corner just where she told him to put them.
Todd was aware he had been losing so much weight from dieting and that his chest felt softer felt different felt shapelier lately. Holding one pair up he couldn’t help but notice the tops. Quickly he took all of them out and put them on the bed. Two bikini’s had her d-cup size yet the others said ‘a-cup’.
“Oh no Heaven help me these bra tops aren’t for her…why she’d burst right out of them…dear me they look so cute…and look at the pretty floral pattern on this one.”
He could feel it swelling up inside of him. Todd was becoming so emotional the last few months. He slipped down all the way to the plush carper on the floor at the side of the bed. The tears started out slowly while he tried to wipe them away yet more just followed behind them.
“Very good presentation Jill….I think they’ll sign on.”
“Thanks Marcia I tried to do my best.”
“Some try …you succeed….it’s time we talk about senior executive status for you. I hope you’re ready for a serious compensation bump.”
Walking towards the door the alpha woman that was president turned to look at Jill.
“Say are you going to Belinda and Tammy’s pool party this weekend?”
“Yes I am I thought I’d push the envelope a little of my darling hubette.”
“Hubette…yes indeed…you’ll get to meet mine….”
Marcia was delighted with the ‘femme’ progress she’d made with her ‘hubette’ since their escapade a year earlier at their cabin in the Northern Woods. At home full time having ‘retired’ when it was just the two of them he now answered to the name Rachel.
“ …seems we both will have a surprise for the other…see you there Jill.”
Jill flipped on her PC seconds later she clicked on the cam feed from her house. Talking out loud to herself she perused the different small video boxes.
“Where is he…I don’t see him…oh wait in my bedroom…there he is …his he putting away fresh laundry?....no it’s the bikini’s …they are all laid out…oh my poor darling is crying…welcome to the emotional world of a female dear….he needs a distraction ….since he’s a housewife in training what would break up the monotony of his daily domestication routine?….instead of slaving away in his kitchen preparing dinner like a wife always does I know what we can do.”
The text came in interrupting the emotional moment snapping his mind from focusing his attention on what it had been thinking about.
‘Put on your new shorts and that cute ‘Pussy Riot’ t-shirt we’re going to grab dinner out after we get some fresh veggies at the farmers market’.
On the way to pick Todd up Jill couldn’t help yet marvel at the power of estrogen and t-blockers. Todd had first accepted the premise of using Pueraria Mirifica to help stop any hair loss paying the price of taking it almost ignorant of the reasoning it may also have him lose elements of his masculinity.
The HRT was another matter it was like the difference of playing checkers versus chess. With PM one dabbles on the edges of the Lady pond yet HRT will lead one deeply into the world of a girl.
Jill left the bottle’s out in the bathroom telling him to leave them there until she said otherwise. Besides the nominal changes it brings PM has a unique way of softening a male up. It’s like bombing a location before sending in the troops for a full-frontal assault that HRT is.
The more he looked at them on the counter in and out of the bathroom day after day he grew curious.
It was during Todd’s pussy-worship sessions that Jill would drop hints telling him of the delights that authentic estrogen feels like.
Being trained by an alpha woman to the flower of her vagina most males have no idea how influential the act can be. It creates a docile nature to display itself the more one does it.
The vagina secretions bring feminine power with. Some women contend there are female hormones released transferring the influential hormonal impact into the endocrine network.
The truth is more is at play the noted author and trailblazer in the world of female dominance and the submissive male Elise Sutton researched the premise.
In her words: the act of a male orally servicing a woman does in fact make a male more submissive and docile towards the woman. The reasons are both biological and psychological.
Psychologically. A male who becomes accustomed to humbling himself before his ‘Queen’ and focuses on pleasuring her orally will become comfortable in the submissive role. The scent and taste of a woman’s juices can become addicting to a male and the position of being between a woman’s legs is a peaceful and tranquil place for a male. Orally pleasuring a woman is both a sexual and spiritual experience for a male.
It is an act of humility, adoration, worship and selflessness. Such an experience effects the psyche of a male and causes him to become more docile and submissive towards his Queen.
Scientific research concludes that there are biological reasons that causes a male to become submissive and obedient to a woman he orally services.
The strictly female substance, copulins, which is found in vaginal secretions, has been shown to cause a male to be submissive toward a woman. As though studying Femdom from the biological one Sandra Morrishaun, PhD (Professor of Hormonology and Human Behavior, University of Chicago) has done extensive research on the biological effects of the female chemical, copulins.
Copulins ‘disguise’ themselves as male polypeptides, which are neurotransmitters—the link of communication between the hypothalamus and the rest of the brain and body. Because copulins are more ‘aggressive’ than polypeptides, they easily supplant the male hosts neurotransmitters. Moreover, copulins appear to be addictive.
Dr Morrishaun believes that when the female substance copulins (residing in female secretions) is transmitted from female to male, the male brain is completely open to the female's input. Anything a female says to her mate becomes his own thoughts.
Calling it mind-control she believes that copulins are mother nature’s way of creating a bond between male and female and that this female chemical causes the male to be submissive to the female.
A display of feminine directed harmony linking the biological, psychological and spiritual with an end result of females gaining pleasure, power, and dominance just as nature intended. Mother Nature's way of saying females are intended to rule.
Jill could feel a sense of female superiority and womanly dominance looking down at him in more ways than one. On his knees between her legs she would do it for hours with Todd being trained to lick until she told him to stop.
Her powerful words would flow out…’yes estrogen feels soooo nice…you know this to be true….why you can feel the desire to have it within you expand….you need to have it…you want to have it….you welcome the changes that come being on estrogen...you want to ask me to give the pills to you....nod your head my love…let me hear you ask’.
A brief look up from between her legs her subby hubby would reply…you’re so smart Ms. Jill…yes I do…I want to ask you….please let me take those pills’.
Such a simple sounding request by a submissive yet so powerful its long-term impact. Once her male was on the ‘estrogen train’ it was just a mathematical equation and only a matter of when.
Jill pulled her car up to the driveway of her home pleased that 9 months in the HRT was showing itself.
Todd wore the t-shirt that had the picture of the group of Russian women known as ‘Pussy Riot’. Their time spent locked up in jail was a true display of feminine political defiance to the wealthiest male in Russia that also was an abomination as a dictator of a president in a repressive regime.
Driving in to town Jill spotted the street art and pulled her car into a nearby parking spot. A look at Todd reminded Jill he would need a new feminine name soon.
Carefully painted on the side of the building’s wall the set of angel wings were done in the LGBTQ rainbow colors. The wingspan looked to be 8 feet long and gave Jill the appearance she could fly as she posed in front of it.
End of part 6…