'It's just a game.' pt 7
Todd’s legs and feet were held high and spread wide with the aid of a ‘spreader bar’.
“Ok sweetie lets go through the regimen once more after I insert the larger anal plug.”
Looking at the padded cuffs keeping his hands secure to the sides of the headboard he had long since given up any resistance to obeying the commands of his Mistress Jill. At times he had thought….’it’s just a game’….she’s not really going to turn me into a docile woman.
Giving a shake to his longish hair he next look to see how much the recent growth spurt had given his breasts clearer definition. Just saying it…‘my breasts’…seem to activate another powerful band of estrogen to flow through him.
He had fallen deep into the world of the feminine. The truth is once on ‘the estrogen train’ a male soon begins creating his own. Combined with the daily pills the estrogen assaults the masculine and continues until there is little of it to speak of left behind in its wake.
Todd laid his feet bottom side down on the mattress with the spreader bar making a light sound being attached at the ankles with metal clips.
“What do we girls call this.”
“The welcoming position Ma’am.”
“Ok very good…now #2.”
His legs lifted a good foot off the bed and held there.
“What’s this mid-level position called honey?”
“I’m ready to be fucked Mistress.”
“Now lift higher move to #3 and tell me its title.”
His feet pointed to the ceiling as his legs lifted even higher.
“We call this one ‘Make me your bitch’ Domina.”
“Very nice ...my baby learning all the levels a t-girl needs to know when taking a fucking….”
It was more than ’just a game’ near everything in his life was now directing him to accept that he was becoming a feminine being. Everything he once thought only girls did he was now doing. At home he was kept in lingerie and women's clothing while wearing panties and cami’s under his gender neutral clothing when out. All housework was his responsibility as was learning all the things a woman needs to know in having a feminine grooming regimen.
Todd had grown curious enough he welcomed taking the female hormone therapy thinking there would be sexual overtones that may get him laid more often. Wearing the chastity cage he realized too late he’d abdicated authority of his penis over to Jill whom now held the key and controlled if not manipulated his libido.
Skilled as she was she took to extracting concessions that brought the world of a girl closer with each one. Being a male secretary to a group of alpha females seemed to reinforce what was happening at home. Yet as so often is the case with males being turned girly it was the arrival of breasts that was carrying him past the point of no return.
“Now the last one….let me hear it gurl….be proud of what you are becoming."
Shifting he could feel the large anal plug expanding inside him. Todd’s thin tummy could feel the strain as his legs moved having his feet behind his head making him fully expose his rosebud entrance.
“Take me I’m yours for the whole ride.”
Just toying with her husband Jill put her hand to her ear.
“Say again baby.’
“Take me….I’m yours.’
“Very well sweet cheeks…since you put it that way I will.”
Jill slipped onto the bed unzipping her pants as she did. Pulling it out the lifelike dildo attached to her strap-on appeared eager and ready if not menacing. Dribbling plenty of lube on it she slid close and removed the large butt plug amused at the plopping noise that came with.
One hand guided it in while her other held the lightweight metal spreader bar. Todd felt himself slide into the zone called ‘sub-space’ as the cock slid in. How many women in years gone by had been made to feel the same?…made immobile from the restraints he’d asked to be put in he could feel a docile feeling overcome him as she fucked the masculinity out of him.
Soon the sweet noises Todd made sounded girlish in their whimpering.
“Just think dear your mother comes back from out east tomorrow….I’m hoping she likes how you present these days…do you think we should tell her how much you’ve grown to enjoy how we have sex now?"
Too caught up in the sensations he took to cooing out like a t-gurl does instead of answering.
"Eewww, eewwww, eewwwww…ohhh Domina…it feels so nice….eeewwww, eeewwww, eewwwww…I like how you make my boobies move when you fuck me….eewwwww, eeewwww, ohhhhhhhhh….every time feels better than the last one.”
It was up for debate whether his Mother Lindsey’s tabby-cat actually liked Todd even though he was her only child. It could be said if someone in the home had a lovely fragrance wafting coming off of a feminine perfume it increased their chances.
Lindsey stood at the doorway holding the front door open indifferent to the cool air escaping. Muffin her cat drew along her side rubbing its fur against her leg. Back from care-taking for her ill sister out east it had been months since see had seen Jill and Todd.
Communicating with his mother on a regular basis was a short-coming for Todd. Unlike women who it seems to come natural to he merely thought about calling or stopping by instead of actually doing either.
Lindsey and Jill kept in touch despite the distance with the mother living temporarily out east until she returned. Talented in business matters Jill had let her know she was moving up within her company’s organizational structure. She also broke it to the mother that she had found a different job for her son Todd.
Jill explained it away saying she didn’t have time to be the one doing the housework and that it was best Todd work part time so he could take on the domestic duties of keeping the home clean.
Lindsey had let slip her comment ‘well every woman needs a housewife’ unaware her Todd was moving closer to fulfilling the gender role more often assigned to females.
The first thing Lindsey noticed was Jill behind the wheel instead of her Todd. It was one of many things on the list that was being taken away helping to eliminate his sense of male privilege.
Watching him close the car door she spied the longish ponytail twirling as he moved to walk demurely behind Jill a step or two. Taking small strides it seemed to her he had sort of a waddle to his movement swaying his hips on each step. The mother was un aware the butt-plug inside his anal canal gave him little choice.
Her mind flipped through the look thinking she’d see the top he wore sometime before. Staring as the couple drew near she became amused thinking ‘goodness…is that a purse hanging on his shoulder?’.
Extending hers Jill shook Lindsey’s hand lightly while kissing her cheek as Todd waited patiently behind. Next accepting his gentle kiss the mother could feel her eyes grow wide holding the hug…’the woman within catalog’..as she silently realized where his top was ordered from.
Her nose lifted taking in the subtle scent of lavender coming off his body.
“Lindsey so good to see you…I’m happy your sister has gotten better.”
“Thanks Jill…have I missed much?”
She could have said ‘yes I have your son on his way to the Lady pond’…yet chose to keep it general.
“Oh you know this and that…Todd does have a new part time job….what with my new position at the firm….it's been decided that he can be of more use keeping things around our happy home clean.”
Her son lifted the small wicker basket with a cloth napkin covering the top towards her.
“Here mother these are for you….I know how much you enjoy cranberries.”
“Jill cranberry muffins…how nice of you to bake these.’
Jill looked at Todd waiting for him to take credit.
“Actually…I made them for you mother dear.”
The three walking into the kitchen Lindsey smelled the muffins once more.
"Hummm…how nice can you put them in a container and leave two out with Jill and I chatting while I fold the laundry. Is there some sports thing on TV that you want to watch?”
“No Ma’am…’it’s just a game’…I’d rather sit here with you two….why don’t I fold the laundry while the both of you catch up.”
It was the way he let his hands slip down to gently move across the back of his slacks that caught her eye. It was almost as though he was smoothing out a skirt in back before slowly descending to sit down in front of the laundry basket. The woman had no way of knowing that not more than two hours earlier Todd had just been in one of his many skirts.
Jill knew on close inspection Lindsey would take notice of the changes some subtle some more than subtle Todd was experiencing. Female hormone replacement therapy has a gradual effect yet over time its imprint can’t be denied. Their impact hits on a physical and emotional level that also brings a new more peaceful demeanor in its recipient.
Her mind quietly made the checklist as Jill and her chatted….Stud earrings in pierced ears, hair well maintain growing longer kept back in a high tied ponytail, smooth blemish free facial skin that barely showed any typical male hair follicles, hands and arms free of hair, manicured fingernails with clear polish on their oval shape.
Dropping a hand towel Todd bent to pick it up a quick glance confirmed the panty-lines to Lindsey. Turning to look at Jill in that moment the mother decided to support the female spouse’s effort at turning him trans.
Her cat muffin moved into the kitchen…picking off some crumbs Lindsey lowered her hand letting it lick the treat off her fingers.
“So you mentioned a new hair salon is where you got your latest cut.
“Yes Lindsey Todd and I have an appointment at 'Sassitude' later today, we just thought we’d drop by before heading over there.”
She turned to look at her son.
“With you at home most of the time you ought to think about having a new style…do you think where you work would allow such...I know how restrictive the corporate environment can be. Tell me again what are you doing?”
“I work for some accountants I do a lot of typing at my workstation and do some filing too and answer the phones. It’s just a couple of days sometimes 3 a week.”
“Oh I see….so you’re a part time secretary. Is your boss male….I’m surprised usually they like some feminine eye candy to look at while making deals.”
“All the executives in my office are women mother. It’s not too big about twenty of them.”
“What do the other female secretaries say about having a boy with them?’
“All the secretaries are male.. there are 5 of us.”
“Hmmm how interesting…male secretaries and female bosses….my how times have changed….can we move to the den I have ironing to do.”
“Lindsey but you just returned from your long time away.”
Jill glared at Todd. Her look told him unless he wanted a severe over her knee spanking when they got home he should volunteer.
“Mother may I suggest that you two keeping talking and I’ll do the ironing.”
A smile came on his face like so many who have realized it life seems more fulfilling when being in service. The expression soon left as a look of concern came over him.
“Excuse please…..me I need to use the powder room.”
Todd dashed off brushing past ‘Muffin’ who had her own glare reserved for him.
“Oh I do hope he doesn’t hit the seat….you know how inconsiderate males are when it comes to urinating.”
“Lindsey I can assure you….you no longer have to worry about that.”
Coming from the powder room the two could hear the gentle tinkling of the discharge hitting the porcelain.
“How rude…I thought I taught him to always close the door.”
“I’m afraid it’s my fault Lindsey if possible I don’t allow him to be behind closed doors when his little plaything out. Really I shouldn’t be concerned since it’s been put under restriction ….here I’ll show you.”
"It's a valid concern all of us women know they just can't seem to keep their hands off it."
Jill took half the muffin and balled it up in a paper napkin before standing.
Standing at the doorway of the loo Lindsey pushed it open wider. Panties at his ankles padding it dry as best he could he saw his mother and Jill looking at the locked chastity cage.
On both parts the silence spoke volumes as the mother closed the door. Jill and Lindsey headed to the sun-room.
“Lindsey we need to talk.”
“Dear Jill even though he didn’t speak I think he already has…..my darling is becoming a woman isn’t he. You’re leading him by the hand to new Lady Land….follow me I have something to show you then we’ll have a little fun.”
The tabby cat purred sitting in the lap of Jill moments earlier it had eaten the muffin as Jill slowly fed it to her securing the felines friendship in the act.
“Why he is gorgeous…it’s almost too hard to believe that was your Lionel.”
“I named him Emily…we just loved going to a secret club for crossdressers…”
Her hand broken at the wrist dangled off her knee with Lindsey looking at Jill.
“Back then things were different…males in women’s clothing were looked on as perverts or deviates. I’d have a babysitter for Todd and the two of us Emily and I would make a weekend out of it getting a hotel room nearby the club. Emily just adored wearing the long evening gowns.”
Lindsey reached out and took ‘Muffin' by the nap of the neck sliding the tabby-cat on to her lap she ran her nails along the fur of the back gently. The house cat squinted its eyes letting a comforting purr escape.
“I can see the texture of Todd’s skin has changed and he doesn’t seem to have much facial hair yet I’m surprised he …well how can I say it…”
Jill interrupted the woman she’d grown so fond off and finished her thought.
“….Why he doesn’t show the signs of breast growth?…he wears a chest-band covering his b-cups….I know a couple of wonderful lesbian women, in fact they own the salon we are headed to after we leave…they told me many female to male trans use them to cover their boobies up to present as male.”
Muffins upper lip started to twitch feeling Lindsey lift up without announcing it. The cat let out a softened growl as it was unceremoniously dropped to the carpet.
“Follow me to my attic Jill.”
White netted petti frills with organza skirt the dress screamed ‘Crossdresser Dreaming’. Lindsey proudly held it up high on the cushioned silk cloth hanger.
Jill took it from her and let her hands glide along the smoothness of the satin frock. Dipping into a squat Lindsey lifted up pulling the box out from under the dresser.
“You did say b-cup right Jill?”
“Oh they’re adorable…I just love vintage intimate wear.”
“I never considered my Todd might wear them one day or for that matter need to be put in a bra out of necessity…..not that there is anything wrong with it mind you…I’ve always been a feminist at heart what better way to end the scourge of the patriarchy then to have males feminized."
Jill playfully bit her lip and walked to the staircase of the open area room of the attic turning she looked at Lindsey
“Think of a name….it’s only fair she should receive her feminine name from the woman that brought her in to this world.”
“Scarlett….it’s to be Scarlett…I’ve always thought it to be oozing with femininity.”
Of Norman French origin the name Scarlett was a metonymic occupational surname for a dyer or seller of rich, brightly colored cloth that was often a brilliant vivid red color. Despite the bible’s archaic association of it with immoral or sinful behavior the name in modern times conveyed a sense of refined feminine beauty and class status.
As Todd reached the top of the stairs Jill let her hands clasp gently around his face as she kissed him.
“Baby....you’re free to come out now.”
He looked at his mother Lindsey.
“Over here Scarlett…lets have you out of these pieces of clothing…I want my daughter celebrating her femininity not hiding it.”
Right it off to the emotional byproduct of estrogen yet the Greek God Zeus himself couldn’t have stopped the tears from swelling up in his eyes.
“Are those for me mother?”
Quick as a hiccup he slid out of the slacks undoing the drawstring tie and lifted his top off top reveal the chest band.’
Seconds later his b-cups were as free as he felt.
The special detailing of the piece had a beautiful lace work of elaborate paneling flowing across the front of the vintage shape-wear once termed a ‘panty-girdle’. With enough of a tightness being achieved Jill felt compelled to remove his chastity cage to create the smoothness between his legs.
Lindsey held the chastity piece up.
“Why more women don’t use these more I’ll never know.”
“Here Scarlett darling…slip your hands through the opening….and come join us in our girl world of feminine delight.”
The mother leaned in close and secured the hooks together. Pulling back she commented.
”This will lift and separate….oh I do enjoy how a bullet bra makes them stand out.”
The textured cloth divided the concealment of the nipples in their middle the bottom satin ran along a solid color of deep crimson while the top half had a sheerness with tiny floral patterns embroidered on it.
“Now for your hair style you have a diamond shaped face so you’ll need to avoid certain cuts…I think something with a layered look and a sweeping bang that can be pulled back when needed would look best.”
Lindsey looked at Jill.
“Listen to me I must sound like such a ‘Miss Bossy-pants’.”
‘Scarlett’s’ hands broke at the wrist then lifted palms out.
“Mother I love you.”
A sage-like womanly look appeared on her face.
“In this life that’s all any of us should want.”
End of part 7 ...