Luck be a Lady Renaissance tonight. 'Finis'
Dale Downey’s home was a magnificent looking mansion a half-acre of a back yard one could stand there for a week and now see a stranger. The joy of being wealthy had allowed him to acquire an amazing array of feminine things any woman would have had she a limitless checkbook.
As the years had moved along he had most of the rooms in the home designed to appear they were appointed from a feminine perspective. If asked why it was so feminine his fallback position would just have him claiming his ‘longtime’ girlfriend had been an interior decorator. There was never any ‘longtime’ girlfriend for the Cd only his alter ego known as Jill and when needed the title Mistress in front of it.
The life of a normal Cd if it can be called that often has one participating in an internal struggle. The world says you should be one thing yet inside you know you feel different then other other guys. The default rule was always ‘keep a close guard on your secret life as a Cd’. Like a seasoned lawyer building a case the evidence mounts up until one day you look up and realize the need for the feminine is too strong to continue denying it.
Trying to move past the axiom ‘when binding to an illusion the attachment comes in the sensation’ he finally settled on the maxim ‘if it isn’t hurting anyone and it feels good then why not’. After years of doing it in 20’s and early 30’s he finally stopped purging his femme clothing.
His mother had been an influence a former model she was a bit of a paradox. She was both conservative and a church-goer yet supported the Era amendment thinking Phyllis Schlafly to be a disingenuous prude. His father had passed on and he took over the finances the success he had in securing a more then comfortable life style for his mother in retirement could be summed up in three words. ‘early google stock’.
Freed of money concerns for him self as well he wanted to chase the dream he always had. It was one reason why he liked Tawney Kitten Tavern upon learning the owner Joan and her GM Matilda were turning it into a safe haven for those with the LGBTQ lifestyle.
The first days of being on the estrogen enducing ‘Pueraria Mirifica’ had really started out from a mere curiosity. Dale wasn’t the first cross-dresser do wonder what would it ‘truly be like if I was a woman’.
Within a month or two he could feel his inner voice becoming feminine he’d see things he never saw before though they were right there all along. Growing his hair long finding a stylist who encouraged his entry into a more feminine world she convinced him on the wisdom of laser treatments for the removal of his facial hair.
Having his ears pierced was another example the woman didn’t do just one on each ear she did 2 telling him ‘you’ll thank me later’. A wink from Cody the beautician to the nail girl 3 weeks earlier she whispered into Dale’s ear ‘the time is getting near honey, you’ll want Jill to have lovely sculpted nails when you come out full time……”
Following the pause she added.’…..Just like the rest of us women do’.
Now it always came back to the breasts that were sprouting twisting in front of the bathroom mirror the words came out softly from a voice that was learning to match his feminine mannerisms with how he carried himself beyond just the clothing.
“Oh my God ….they really ‘are’ growing.”
A glance out the bathroom window had Dale feeling invigorated ready to renew his efforts of moving Steve like he had with himself closer to the Lady Pond and a life lived full time from a feminine perspective. He had made plenty of money in his life what he wanted now was a wife he could truly love be she a Cd enthusiast or better still a full time t-girl. He texted Cody hoping she’d find an opening in the schedule and make it work.
Playing the dominant Mistress the day before he wanted to shift into a more girlfriend with girlfriend role sensing Steve was already getting hooked. The question was would ‘Cheryl’ resist being led into the BDSM aspect cross-dressers and t-girl’s so often seemed to enjoy.
Locked behind one closet door was an assortment of things Jill had experimented with over the years. Anal canal-stretch plugs, vibrators, strap-on’s, bdsm collars, leather restraints, vibrating butt plugs, cock rings. chastity cages et al the list could go on. There were things he had in the closet that he’d even forget about.
The sunbathing stretching into sundown Dale and Steve had gotten so buzzed by that evening they simply fell asleep like a married couple of 40 years aware they cared for each other yet were too tired do anything.
The imprint left by the distinctive tan lines from the bikini bathing suit was clear but for his penis Steve’s body gave off the appearance of a woman. Even the latest generation breast forms he wore looked like they were naturally grown.
Lathering on the scented body lotion Steve could feel himself slipping back into the persona of Cheryl. In some ways it felt like tasting the forbidden fruit as though he had crossed an invisible line not intended to be passed by a regular male. He could feel himself moving closer to that place where it would become too late for him to go back to how things used to be.
Ready to started primping he slid into the 3” mules the puff of faux fur on their tips made him feel even more delightfully feminine
Once Steve started moving he felt the effect of the two metal attachments
“Those things you put on my nipples …they make them feel so sensitive.”
His lips pursed together a look of concern was feebly masked with him trying to conceal it with a half smile. He shook his breasts to feel it again.
“Its like someone is lightly teasing them, or gently biting them I don’t know how to explain it yet its subtly constant.”
“Cheryl honey being so sensitive they’ll make you feel more like a woman…now you know why women love having their breasts suck or played with…they’re actually two magnets..…strong magnets that press at your nipples much like a barbell piecing.”
Jill slid behind mashing his body against Cheryl’s thin frame together he helped slide their hips back and forth in unison. It felt like the two were a couple of dancers bumping and grinding in platform heels performing at a strip club.
“See how nice they feel what with the adhesive keeping your breast forms in place you cant get at them…you’ll just have to learn to live with the sensations.”
The Cd let his hands slip under to cup then scoop the pretty pair of ‘c-cup’ breast forms.
“Do you like that when I play with your lovely boobies Cheryl?”
The novice Cd let out a whimper.
“Yes Mistress I do.”
“I think we both know who the more dominant between us is…Today just call me Jill, lets pretend we’ve always been best girlfriends.”
Cheryl shook his head ‘yes’.
“It makes me feel submissive to see how my boobies move.”
“See how easy it is to share your feelings with your best girl friend, you’ll discover so often submissiveness and femininity go together…..turn an look into the mirror I want you to see what the sun made on your lower back.”
Cheryl’s eyes went wide.
“Look….it’s like I have a tattoo.”
“Yes that stencil I put on you yesterday…I call them sun-tats’.
Jill ran his hands down the hips of Cheryl as he spoke.
” …And look at these gorgeous legs my best girl has.”
The new Cd closed his eyes relishing the sensations of trying to balance while teetering in 3” heels.
“Don’t I look good in heels?…I love how they feel.”
“Yes they feel nice, there is nothing quite like wearing heels to make a gurl feel like a gurl…Now can you imagine how nice it would feel to get to where you're in them all the time?
Cheryl let his baby finger come up as though he was thinking about what Jill said. He gently touch the edge of his lips to collect some of the shimmering cream gone off the corner of his mouth. Such a simple act yet it made him feel so feminine that he needed to jiggle the pair of breast forms.
Dale was pleased he could see Steve was falling deeper down the rabbit hole of femininity.
“Those magnets, my breasts there they go again they feel so electric.”
Jill lifted his mouth close to the ear of Cheryl.
“Why if you were my girl friend I’d keep you in pretty bra and panties and lingerie and heels all of the time.”
“My little penis its trying to get out of its cage.’’
“Let’s call it your clitty that sounds so much prettier….it’s not going anywhere I have the key and only good girls get release…I know just what to do to make you think of something else.”
Jill tapped the anal plug lodged inside Cheryl’s anal track all of a sudden it started a hum of a buzz as it vibrated on low.
“Oh my goodness.”
This time it was Cheryl who started swaying her hips…she threw her arms up as if to say don’t they look so pretty without any hair.
“….I’d love to always be thin and weak and girlish.”
Jill smiled as she slapped her fanny. Running his hands up and down his body Cheryl shook her butt.
“Dear me it feels like I just found out I have a pussy….eewww the way that vibrates …I feel so wet inside.”
As quick as he had flipped it on just as swifty Dale turned it off.
“Its just a taste….let’s let you settle down we have a busy day ahead. Its time to push your boundaries you ever wonder what goes on in a women’s beauty salon?”
The idea grabbed his curiosity. So many times in Steve’s life he did what he knew ‘just knew’ he shouldn’t do.
“Oh I shouldn’t…”
Whatever one is thinking about expands just after he said it the idea became even stronger.
“…You think we could get away with it?”
Jill’s smile was as big as Cheryl’s as he shook his head ’yes’.
“I know just where we can go….let get a little something in our tummy’s first.”
Jill sat the island counter picking out fresh fruit from the container. He’d slip a bibbed apron trimmed in ruffles on Cheryl to protect the outfit she was wearing. The comment came out sounding casual.
“You look like a pretty housewife wearing that.”
Cheryl paused as he opened one of the two large refrigerator door’s. It seemed to bring back memories of his lovely mother and how dutiful she’d been fulfilling that role and also that as a housewife.
“Honey fix me an ice tea..…I want to know what the future holds for you…do you have any plans?”
In his heels and skirt and a tasteful crepe blouse there something subtly comforting about obeying the ask. Bending over at the waist looking for the tea he lifted the can with the name Arizona tea out along with what looked like a smoothie drink. A soft smile had Cheryl replying.
“Here my darling…let me put this in a glass for you.”
“Here my darling’….flowing out so easily from his mouth it was a phrase his mother had said quite often in her home. Spotting a half dozen coasters one on top the other he selected one and laid it down putting the glass of iced tea on it. Jill noticed it as Cheryl smoothed out the back of the skirt letting his hands gently glide across his rear.
Caught up in eating the fruit Jill had really saw it until half the smoothie was gone. Cheryl held the glass and commented.
“That really tastes good.”
“Uh ohh…I should have said something baby……that has my female hormones in it…it’s loaded with estrogen. It’s how I take them sometimes.”
“Your breasts…right…hormones…..they look so fuckin’ hot.”
Cheryl looked Jill in the eye lifting the glass he took the rest of the smoothie drink. Slowly, gently Cheryl glided over and slid on to Jill’s lap.
“I just took a seat on the train to New Lady Land I’m afraid you’ll have to double your orders from now on. I think I left a little on my lip….would you be a darling and lick it off.”
Their lips together it was the kind of kiss people dream about having when they’re falling in love. As the kisses ended Cheryl could feel the heat and the hardness. The way he moved one would have thought he was a housewife at play. Lifting the apron from around his neckline he undid the large bow in back before slipping it all the way off.
Jill was near breathless as he watched Cheryl next slip out of the blouse and shimmy the skirt down and off. His hands feeling soft and gentle Cheryl smiled as she reached out.
“Don’t you think a wife looks sexier in just her lingerie when she is giving a blow job?”
He let it come out softly.
“Yes….yes I do.”
Preferring the softness of carpet Cheryl led Jill to the couch in the den off from the kitchen. The wrap-around skirt of Jill’s fell to the plush floor as Jill slid his thong pantie to the side freeing his cock for the kneeling Cheryl. The whiteness of the tan line went on display as the bra strap loosened before the piece was unhooked in back. The slight shoulder jiggle made his breasts move and the bra fall to the floor.
“Ohhhh fuck Cheryl ….that feels good.”
Feeling more then just a Cd the budding t-gurl opened his mouth and slid it on half the length of the hard cock. One hand cupped the ball-sac while the other began to stroke ever so slowly along the shaft. For a few minutes the two remained free of words. Cheryl slid his lips along licking the underside every time his mouth moved up. Stopping he swirled his tongue as he smiled letting the head of the rod become even more sensitized each time the lips move around it.
It was the first time he ever had done it yet felt like such a turn on to suck on a hard cock.
“Oh I feel like such a housewife saying this….baby can you sit back a little I want to be able to bobb my mouth up and down on your cock.”
His head moved back and forth as his lips slid along the stiffness, there was just something about licking the hardness that was turning Cheryl on. He slathered it with wetness from his lips as he slid his hand up and down.
“That’s it honey….you’re getting closer…eewww look at how hard it is….is there anything so sexy as a cock in panties?"
His lips went back on it yet he kept stroking it. Cheryl could feel his cheeks pull in as he sucked even harder. A minute or two later he lifted off as he glided his fingers up and down. One hand went to move his hair back on the left side pushing it behind his ear hoping it would stay there. Smiling he slid his one hand over just the top of the head making Jill moan out.
“Ohhhh my darling likes that….you know the kitchen would look a little nicer if we put some cute short pinched in curtains hanging over along the top of the bay windows.”
Hearing it Jill couldn’t help but think it was something a wife would say. He put it on the back burner when he heard what the Cd said next.
“I want you to spoosh all over my face…any that I don’t get in my mouth…just let it come on my face…..”
Jill reasserted him self gently yet firmly he pitchforked his finger into the hair near the top to hold Cheryl’s head.
“Baby hands on my thighs….be a good girl an obey….’
Cheryl just smiled and opened his mouth as wide as he could.
Like every male ever born he knew just how to stroke his own dick for maximum pleasure Jill directed the first spurt to land on the Cd’s cheek. The next jolt landed near enough to his mouth that Cheryl could lick at it. Talking both hands Jill moved Cheryl’s head and his mouth onto his hard cock so she would swallow whatever came out as it pulsated within. Closing his eyes to heighten the pleasure the Cd came like it was a wild cat oil strike.
Cody the beautician let both her hands rest gently on the shoulders of Steve as she stood behind him. The two stared into the mirror as he sat at her styling station.
“Cheryl honey….I think it looks nice.”
Her hand came out and let the comb slide through along the right side of his newly colored hair.
“See how it frames your face yet looks natural…now the sun may lighten it some but that will only make you look even sexier I think.”
Cheryl smiled back.
“My eyebrows…that high arch…the way they taper off into a thin line as they move lower….they’re sooo feminine….I love it Ms. Cody.”
The woman had the kind of feminine energy it made males like Steve address her properly acknowledging that she was superior. The talented stylist ran her hand through once more delighting in her efforts as the hair fell back into the style she had made of it. Even though he was in a bra there was a hint of the nipples showing as the breast forms pressed against the lightweight material. Cheryl gave off a wiggle.
Cody leaned down and whispered.
“You’re going to love having your own real breasts….I don’t know any woman that doesn’t….…Jill told me you had your 1st dose of estrogen this morning.”
Cody let her cheek move next to his rubbing it gently back and forth against his smooth skin.
“The power of estrogen…you’ll discover its one of the strongest kinds of energy in the world….another lovely male brought into the light of the feminine.”
Nodding his head the budding t-gurl drew serious for a moment.
“Yes Maam…..I’m in love with her Ms, Cody…..I want to be the prettiest t-gurl I can be for her. I’m never going back to what I once was.”
“I don’t care what anyone says t-gurl’s are women….and that’s how you should refer to yourself…..you’ve already had your bikini wax…..and nails done with extensions, you’ll have to learn how to use just the pads of your fingers dear…..now lets have you go to get your tattoo the artist is waiting…be a good gurl and don’t be alarmed they’ll just feel like little bee-stings.”
“Yes Ms. Cody.”
The lesbian woman a female supremacist at heart enjoyed taking a male and helping to turn him feminine. By her way of thinking every male she helped turn womanly was another step closer to a matriarchal society. It was her belief women would rule the world one day.
The female stylist next to her was waiting for her next client sitting in her chair she looked at Cody as she snapped her gum.
“I see we captured another one how delightful it is to see a male turned into a woman.”
“I love making them look pretty….it makes them feel even more submissive especially to a dominant woman like me. If I had my way they’d all have vagina’s.”
“Yes femininity such a powerful pull of attraction, my old boyfriend is at home right now cleaning the house. I’m so glad I took your advice and put him on estrogen 4 years ago.”
Her hands banged out a quick text. 45 seconds later the pictures came back.
“Here Cody check it out.”
Bemused the two stared at the pictures.
“What a lovely dress and heels…she look’s like she’s become such a delightful housewife.”
“Docile and submissive….. pretty and obedient…the only way a male should be.”
Cody swiped her hand across the screen.
“Oh they look lovely without her bra on…. her breasts have become so full rounded. Don’t you just love large areolas?”
“He always did say he liked large breasts.”
Cody smiled back before adding.
“And now he has his own…like I said the power of estrogen and femininity….nothing like it in the world. Call me a cock-eyed optimist yet I'd like it if they all had pussies.”
Back when he was just a male the last time ‘Emily’ had been at the baseball field he was the coach of the little league team an once known as Nate Pennerton the secret ‘alley-cat’ burglar. Giving Joan a cheek kiss he went to sit on the top row of the new aluminum seats as she had told him to. Joan and Kendra stared as the t-gurl walked up aware he had a level of concern his panties could be seen underneath his short skirt.
"Hi Joan hi Kendra.”
The two turned to see Joan’s cousin Laura Heathly the coach of the little league team now made up with all girls.The woman had no idea Joan had taken on the title Dominatrix Lorraine, Lady Renaissance.
“Hi Laura, I see you changed the name of the team.”
“Yes we call ourselves ‘the take no-guffers’ …I figure it helps the young girls to build self-esteem. The boys their age never did want to play with any girls so they didn’t come out this year.”
Laura ran her arm out as if to show off the new field and facilities. The three women took in the sight of the new grass field with freshly laid dirt on the diamond of the ball field. All was surrounded by new stands and dugout for the players and high-fenced back drop to catch errand balls behind home-plate.
“This is what the reward money you got for turning in the stolen diamonds bought us.The new scoreboard has the name 'Acme Diamonds' as a sponsor.”
Laura put her hand behind her one ear to show off the large 4 carat diamond stud earrings she wore taking note Joan had hers on to.
“I love the new earrings we both have…I’m surprised they let you have them. Tell me again how did you find all the stolen loot?”
“Just fortunate I guess..... I was changing a flat tire and saw a leather satchel in the ditch near by…who ever it was must have thrown it out there hoping to come back later to get it..,….low and behold inside were all the diamonds the ‘alley-cat burglar’ had stolen…just luck I guess. The Acme Diamond jewelry store was glad to get it back and gave me these two sets of earrings as way of saying thanks…I figured I’d get you a set. I make plenty of money so it just made sense to spend the reward money on something that would help the community.”
Finding out coach Nate was the burglar Joan had let him know during his transformation into ‘Emily’ his days of being the ‘alley cat burglar’ were over and to tell her where the stolen loot was to make things right.
Laura looked at Joan and Kendra.
“Our all girl team one the championship last year and we are favored to win this season to.”
“How nice Laura they have a good coach in you.”
“I see you have a new girlfriend…being a ’Bi’-woman you always did hit from both sides of the plate."
“Yea, never did mind being a switch-hitter…I’m just mentoring this girl until she gets back on her feet.”
“There is some thing familiar about her looks. I can’t put my finger on it yet I think I’ve seen her before …oh well….my memory play tricks on me some times.”
“So we can’t stay for the whole game yet I hope your daughter my niece Ariel does well.”
“She’s good, once she got the chance she showed her skills off. …she’s getting a scholarship next year to that private high-school I’ve always wanted to send her to.”
Joan smiled back.
Old Jasper walked in to the Tawny Kitten Tavern to take his usual stool.
"Hi Matilda can I have my stuff?"
The seasoned barkeep walked over handing him his squirt gun filled with water that had replaced his old pistol he was forbidden to bring with.
"Here lean forward Jasp' I'll do the honors.'
Ever since he had first been told to put on the kitten ear headband for shooting up the bar he considered them to be a good luck charm. The next day he won $300 playing the lottery. A week later another payoff had him winning $700. All told over the months the retired 70 year old won near $7500 ever since wearing the kitten ears.
Dominatrix Kendra and Joan stood at the bar with Matilda watching Lady Renaissance's 1st protege Emily serve drinks dressed as a waitress.
"What do I call you now boss is it Lady Renaissance or Dominatrix Lorraine or just plain Joan?"
"Here I'm just good ole Joan the owner Matty...doesn't he looked good as a woman?"
"Yes and those cute little shorty shorts really show off Emily's butt.....then again 3" heels tend to do that."
Mistress Kendra added.
"Likely her hooters will help with her tips too"
The End……for now