The upstairs finished attic had become Alice’s workspace for her dressmaking hobby. Being the type of woman that appreciated organization it had a clean drafting table along with a three-dimensional dress mannequin used for fitting cloth that's being designed or sewn or in need of alterations and adjustments. Its feminine figure allowing for one to see the fit and drape of the garment as it would appear on a body blessed with curves.
“Sweetie come up here I need you.”
Alice rang the little dinner bell she’d grown use to keeping near her.
Curt’s thin frame easily bounced up the stairs to the open aired room in the attic to see her sitting at the sewing machine. The estrogen and t-blockers curbing his appetite he looked like he had been subsisting on berries and twigs found in the forest.
Alice on the other hand in her sleeveless MMA ‘Tap out’ top showed off the muscles she had been gradually building over the many months.
With sheets of pattern designs laid across the drafting table and fabric swatches nearby he saw she was making a dress of some sort.
“I need to get the right measurements would you slip down to just your panties.”
Besides getting a secret thrill out of hearing them called ‘his’ panties obeying Alice had become a given.
Leading Curt along as though holding his hand the estrogen continued its march to the shores of new Lady land. Part of the joy of transforming a male into a woman Alice could see the feminine incubating within him. It turned her on to know she was the driving force that was transitioning her former dominating husband into a docile obedient feminine being.
Alice’s workout regimen was paying dividends not only was she becoming muscled with strength surpassing him her 5’9” body blessed with lovely c-cups was acquiring a higher level of vivaciousness. Alice often saw the envious look on his face when she walked around in luxurious looking lingerie.
Earlier that Saturday morning she’d laid out on the bed her new purchases of intimate wear and a sexy ‘Babydoll’ nightie for him to be used one day. Having just bought them she wanted to try on the lingerie before changing into something more comfortable. The nice thing about being a woman is you can wear whatever lingerie you want whenever you want.
Free of stockings around her waist a garterbelt its frilly tabs dancing on her shapely thighs Alice in her pumps had on a matching bra and pantie set as she went about organizing things.
Curt had padded in to the bedroom after his shower in just the pair of panties. The fact was with all his male briefs being tossed out months before he had no other choice but woman’s underwear. His damp hair long enough Alice picked up a towel and wrapped it around his head turban style saying ‘we don’t want you to catch your death in a cold’. A glance in the mirror made him feel like a girl with it wound around the top of his head like that.
She let him watch as though a young girl seeing her mother take on the glory of heightening her beauty as she delighted in the feel of the lingerie.
The Venus envy apparent on his face that was becoming softer in its look he volunteered to help sort. He was jealous of the way her breasts jiggled held captive in the demi-cup bra.
“Now we fold our panties like this and take each bra cup and marrying them together with the straps collected inside.”
The gentle measured movement on Curt’s part a by-product of the estrogen his pretty butt lowered to the bed.
“I like helping Alice”….it may as well have sounded as though he said ‘I enjoy helping mommy everything is so pretty…when I’m a big girl do I get to wear bras and panties too’.
Standing tall in her heels hovering above the emasculated husband Alice let her hands rest on her hips. Her index fingers slid in and ran around the waist band of her pantie as she straightened them on her body. She did the same under the bra band finishing with a scoop of the cups.
“With you at home more…I’ve decided I’ll have you helping me dress and do my makeup and hair in the mornings every day…..it will serve you well to learn how.”
He shook his head ’yes’ thrilled to assist her in helping Alice dress and prepare wearing her lingerie and putting on her face.
Her hand dropped lower padding his chastity cage tucked inside his panties wondering why more women haven’t used chastity cages to tame their male she spoke.
“How’s our little friend doing?...staying out of trouble no doubt…so much the better being under lock and key in chastity.”
As he listened his body gave off a wiggle letting her see the poutiness of his nipples and areolas developing on his chest that would soon require more intimate wear of his own.
“Yes Ma’am…I now realize I was so wrong masturbating.”
“Let’s not have you thinking about that…clip off the price tags….put away the lingerie then get dressed you have housework to attend to….I have the evening gown design I’m working on you’ll find me in the attic….listen for your bell….It’s likely I’ll need your help baby.”
The feeling of female dominance palpable in the room she felt so powerful bossing her ‘t-girl-to-be’ around.
Folding the freshly ironed linens on the bed an hour later Curt heard the bell chime out. Not long afterwards he found himself standing in just his panties as Alice used the cloth measuring tape.
Painted a lovely chartreuse he stood with legs together on the round wooden piece that was 8” high off the carpet. Her hands were a whirlwind of activity as speaking to herself in a soft voice she took in the different figures from the tape.
Stepping back Alice looked at Curt as she pinned the tape measure across the Female Mannequin torso used for creating a designer pattern dress form.
“Thanks for being such a doll and helping….stay right there I’ll be back in a few.”
Shaking his head ‘yes’ his fingers toyed with the ponytail style his hair was now more often worn in.
Returning from her bedroom a smile came on her face as she carried the open box in.
“It’s just as I thought….I’m afraid I’ll need you in a lingerie set and heels to get the right lines and height for the hem…that means we’ll have to pad out your bra….and have to do something about that chastity cage bulge but I have an idea that I think may work.”
He looked at her …could it really be …was his Alice going to dress him in bra and panties in order to get the satin evening gown tailored to the right specifications she wanted with it?
Holding the new pair of panties she handed him he heard her speak.
“Point your toe while I slide this up.”
Moments before she put the frilly garter-belt on his waist after slipping a matching bra on his chest. The stocking felt delightful sliding up his hairless leg.
“Do you know why a woman….well in your case a girl…wears her panties on the outside of her garter tabs instead of the inside?”
“No Ms. Alice.”
“If she thinks she might be taking a cock inside her she’ll have her panties on the outside for easier access.”
Thinking they look way too small Curt held the thong panties. Finished with attaching the 2nd stocking she looked at him.
“Hold your thong for a moment longer…..I’ll need to fill out these bra cups if I want to have smooth lines on the dress…I’m so glad I picked these forms up.”
Curt watched her take out and spray adhesive on the pair of breast forms. Moments later he held both pair of c-cup breast forms to his chest through the lace bra feeling a band of estrogen rush through him.
Standing back she stared at the bulge of the chastity cage pulling the pendent necklace out that held the key she unlocked his chastity cage.
Designed by koalaswimwear.com the thong acted as a tucking piece yet left behind a camel toe look as his balls and penis retreated inside the canal they’d originally dropped from.
Alice stepped back and stared as the loose evening gown hung from his shoulders.
“No we need to make some changes….maybe heels will help with determining the length.”
Moments later the sheath of satin was removed as Alice handed him her makeup bag to hold.
“Point your toe again I’ll slip your foot in…..Baby you’ll love how it’s going to feel being in high heels.”
He could feel the blush rising to his cheeks when Alice gently ran her fingernails along the smooth surface of the stockings.
Both feet in a pair of 3” heeled strappy sandals he looked at Alice to see she was smiling at him.
“Oh my honey feels it…how nice it is to treat your body with the silky satin-like feelings of lingerie….”
Her hand slowly touched the panties and bra.
“Can you imagine what it would feel like to know ‘that you have to wear a bra’…..to hold a pair of pouting breasts…”
The inquiry hung in the air fueling his feminine desires. Curt could feel himself loosening his grip on masculinity. Alice picked up on it straight away.
“Yes darling it brings out the submissive in many a female…especially when they realize people are staring at their boobies purely for how beautiful they look.”
Her hand ran along his leg.
“I never realized what gorgeous legs you have…they look so pretty with you in ‘your’ highheels…..Honey I want to try some powders on your face….so remain still.”
Teetering in the 3” pumps ten minutes later his face had a new feminine look to it. A quick brush out removing the ponytail the longish hair fell along his shoulder line.
“Now some dangling earrings to draw attention to your made up face.”
He was in the zone as he felt the satin dress fall down along his body…..that place of the beauty of femininity where a girl feels as pretty as she looks.
Alice turned on hearing her I-phone buzz and rattle on the designing draft table. The text let Alice know their therapist Dana had arrived. A surge of her dominant feminine nature expanding she texted back…’he’s sooo close to going over the edge …his masculinity is slipping away…he just needs a good push’.
Turning back with a level of compassionate benevolence she put an understanding look on her face.
“You’re feeling it aren’t your dear…the way a woman feels when she is dressed and well put together with a face made pretty awash in powders and colors…even your hair looks nice and we hardly did anything to it….just imagine if we put it in curlers and gave you a brush out…..you’re glad I’ve had you grow it out aren’t you sweetie?”
As though hit by stage-fright he couldn’t speak rather all he could do was nod his head.
“Let’s touch up your mascara…to give you more of a sultry look.”
Both turned with only Alice smiling when they heard the voice.
Her cheek pushed out Dana gave it a womanly kiss whispering…'both your worlds are about to change noticeably….I’ll give him that push you spoke of’.
Dana’s eyes never leaving Curt’s gracefully she moved in close.
“I like that look honey…a woman can never have too much mascara….I see someone is being introduced to the joys of the high-end fashion of haute couture…there is nothing quite like having a gown handmade to highlight a lovely feminine figure”
The therapist let her hand reached to graze across the soft satin material of the dress he wore.
“Kept in such pretty lingerie…..I’m so glad to see you have taken to my suggestion that your cutie take on the role of domesticated wife….why surely every woman needs a housewife. ”
The women stood back letting the words sink in as a blush rose to the rouged cheeks of Curt.
“What happened to the bump…I don’t see any bulge…would you mind….Honey lift your dress?
The hem lifting higher Dana saw the stocking-tops exposed held by the frilly garter-tabs. Dana chuckled at seeing his penis and balls were absent tucked away beneath the thong.
“Why it looks like a lovely pussy.”
Her hand ran along his pretty butt cheeks bringing a whimper to rise and tumble out from his mouth.
“Yes it does Dana.”
“….someone who looks so lovely should have a pretty name…”
Alice looked at him ready with the challenge.
“Let me hear you say my name is Lorena.’
It was brief yet after the delay he gently let it come out…’my name is Lorena’.”
“You know this dress you’re making will look lovely…. Would you mind Alice if I saw Lorena in just her lingerie?....”
“No of course not…let me unzip her.”
Holding his hand she watched as he slowly lifted free of the moonlight silver satin evening gown.
“Baby relax….it’s just us women here….this necklace will look nice on you and match your earrings.”
The breast forms gave off a wiggle inside the lightweight bra.
Dana held his hand lightly as she spoke.
“Lorena Honey you look far too beautiful not to explore this deeper….it’s up to you…would you like to have Alice your Domina bring you into our feminine world?”
Curt nodded his head not entirely sure where the journey would lead.
Alice felt confident as she let her hand take his.
The three made their way down to the finished basement. Looking like a prison-yard gym Alice had workout free-weights in one corner with a treadmill in the other corner. Alice knew her words she whispered would serve to motivate him…’we are going to have so much fun in bed tonight’.
His hands tied behind his back he stepped onto the treadmill to see the leash was affixed to the necklace and secured to the front of the treadmill. Setting it on slow Alice looked at him.
“Small strides…even steps…pretend there is a white line down the middle …roll your hips and try to let your footfalls land right on the imaginary line.”
The two women looking on ‘Lorena’ felt like Eliza Doolittle being assessed as she was being transformed in ‘My Fair Lady’.
With good reason Lorena couldn’t deny it the moment he slipped the Babydoll nightie on a surge of femininity wafted through him. Being kept in heels and a plaid skirt with
cute sweater the rest of the day he had cleaned and dusted the home like a dutiful housewife.
“Baby I want some pictures of you poising on the mattress….keep your thigh high stay-ups and heels on.”
The woman knew the value of creating the feeling of becoming an objectified feminine being. As though incapable of critical thinking how many females have been treated that way?
Clicking the tab on her I-Phone Alice grinned as she spoke.
“Very nice…work with me honey…smile…..That’s it …surrender to the feminine within you Lorena…hold that pose….lift your pretty butt…..do what you’re told…..you’ll find obedience is happiness.”
Holding the phone with one hand she motioned with her free hand.
“Let your arms hang back and spread your legs…I told you that you’d enjoy the feeling of stockings and heels…now pull your panties to the side.”
His penis sprang free quickly turning hard as she tossed the bottle of hand lotion his way.
“Ok let me see you stroke it….don’t get wet until I say.”
He couldn’t believe she was asking him to do it…..was this the same woman whose homemade tri-bean salad was the hit at every July 4th picnic they attended the last 5 years?
The moment his fingers wrapped around his cock and started stroking he couldn’t stop. Her eye on the screen Alice let out a chuckle as she let the video roll.
“Alice….eeewwww, eeewwww….oh Alice….please….eewwww, eeewwww…I don’t think I can stop….please…oooohhhhh….ooohhhhh….please let me cum…..can I have the box of tissues?....”
“Alpha’s say cum….you’re not an alpha…not dressed looking like that….say yes Domina you’re right.”
“Yes eeewwww, eeeewww…..Yes Domina you’re right…eeewwww….please”
“Ask me nicely to let you climax and get wet gurl.”
“Please Domina Alice ..let me climax…let me get wet.”
“Look at you Lorena I let you out of your chastity cage and your clitty gets all excited….very well gurl you have my permission…use your hand to collect it and I want to see you lick it all up.”
The first grunt sounded masculine-like the 2nd was more of a girlish squeek. Caught up in the sensations Lorena’s legs hanging off the bed his fingers slick with lotion ran up and down the shaft.
He hadn’t released in more than a month yet instead of erupting like a volcano spewing hot lava out violently like most males his warm wetness oozed out like a gentle stream tinkling its way down a mountain.
He wasn’t the first male to wonder what his discharge would taste like there are plenty out there in the secret of their own room that take it in their mouth. His head lowered looking at the collection in his hand seconds later slurping it up like a kid licking the spoon his mother made chocolate chip cookies with Lorena swallowed all of it.
“That pretty Babydoll nightie….You look lovely all made up with makeup….Baby look up at the camera and smile…if I’m going to send this to all of our friends than I want to see a pretty look on your face.”
Licking his hand he had a delayed reaction. It suddenly dawned on him Alice could use it to manipulate him. A feeling of now being more under her control wafted over Lorena.
No different than any other’s his male ego came rushing back in trying to take over the uncompromising situation.
“Our friends Domina?....the video?”
“Yes I know we haven’t seen a lot of them lately but I do talk to them…so often they ask about you and how you’re doing. This would let them know how much these past months you’ve taken to the feminine.”
Alice bent and kissed him tasting the lingering remnants of his cum.
“Come you’re drained and spent…males you always lose your energy…you know that’s the nice thing about being a girl we should consider…ask any housewife there are other ways of finding sexual gratification……let’s have you in bed we’ll discuss things in the morning…tell me are you familiar with the term transitioning Lorena honey?”
End of part two….