It was a concerted effort on Alice’s part she wanted her Lorena to feel like most married wives that have certain body parts that turn their alpha spouse on. While it could have been the pretty face and lovely long styled hair the woman wanted it to be something she could as they say sink her teeth into.
She could have focused on his shapely legs. Keeping her feminized husband in high heels so much of the time combined with his dieting and toning exercises his legs grew quite attractive looking. His thin tapered waistline aided by corset training rested below the pair of a-cups that a recent growth spurt was pushing into a pretty pair of perky b-cups. That too could have been what she focused on to make her Lorena feel good about himself.
What she chose was something that Lorena would feel self-conscious about. His pretty butt…his gorgeous ass…his sweet booty...call it what you will yet Lorena took notice her Alice was checking it out quite often. Long stares frequently were followed by the woman copping a feel contemplating a Brazilian butt lift in the future. Alice discovered if she kept Lorena’s anal canal stuffed with a butt plug it created even more separation and lift to the two cheeks.
An apron wrapped around her waist as she tidied up the kitchen Lorena would react with startled girlishness when she felt Alice’s hand glide across both cheeks. Sometimes her Domina would even slip her hand under the skirt to feel the naked skin of the twin globes.
“Babe you have such a lovely bottom….I’m going to have to add to your nightie collection and get you a few shorty-short ones that leave it exposed.”
Truth was Lorena enjoyed being turned into an objectified feminine being. Like many a wife the former husband took to enjoying walking around in just her bra and panties while attending to her feminine vanity needs. She also liked wearing her pretty nighties there was just something about the frills and ruffles that brought out the girl in him.
Alice had raised her focus a few weeks earlier. Lying in bed the woman concentrated on letting her hands roam over the lovely expanse. Slowly moving back and forth with Lorena on her side the t-girl would feel the gentle touch only a woman possesses. Her fingers would dip between the crevice as though a general initiating a battle plan in a target rich environment. She’d tickle the soft skin creating a heightened sense of awareness on Lorena’s part.
In the dark of the night in bed his thighs stacked Lorena’s eyes would be wide open as she felt the gentle tap on the bejeweled anal plug held in place by the strip of her thong pantie.
Since it was her behind it couldn’t be called a frontal assault. Alice had let Lorena know she should spritz some perfume between her legs. It had become the t-girls practice to go to bed with some fresh lippy or shimmering lip-gloss on after brushing the comb 100 strokes through her hair. At 20” long the hair felt luxurious when it ran across her shoulders and neck.
“Baby spray a little of your perfume between your legs…unless her vagina is feeling moistly fertile a girl always likes to smell nice there. “
The kisses began on his lower back turned sideways he next felt the lips slide and kiss his right butt cheek while a hand caressed the other. Moments later both hands separated the twin globes as Alice planted a kiss near the round butt-plug. The skin at the rosebud entrance had become so sensitive. The next thing he knew the plug was being pulled out.
Trained to the anal plug inside new nerve endings had been awakened. Lorena felt the tongue dart in as it swirled around now he knew why a daily enema spritz had become part of his morning feminine grooming regimen. The gape of a hole had the t-girl feeling open and exposed. It was as though feeling quite girlish he’d be powerless to prevent penetration by a phallus.
The touch of coolness came from the lube. It felt like the tube was being squeezed right at his penetration point of the rosebud entrance.
Like the gift of a Trojan horse he suddenly realized it wasn’t the tongue of his woman inside him but instead something fairly long and hard. Alice slid into position knowing a beta housewife always feels so submissive when welcoming a cock within her pussy.
Lorena closed his eyes on feeling the life-like cock of her strap-on moving in and out. It was as though being unleashed his gentle yielding nature had finally risen to the surface.
“…oh my goodness its happening….my Domina Alice is going to breed me like I’m a mare on a stud farm….eeewwww…yesssss…ohhhh I’ve been dreaming of this for soooo long now….it feels so nice to take in her cock.”
The slapping noise coming from Alice’s hips hitting Lorena’s butt filled the room as the woman pounded away. Her hand slid up and cupped the one breast as their bodies moved as one.
Yes my darling loves having her breasts…I’ve kept you in the home so much hardly anyone else knows you have them….it's time I take you out…let you experience how girlish you’ll feel when you see people staring at you…..hmmm baby…are you ready to be seen as lovely t-girl?...especially with this pretty butt of yours….it’s become so rounded yet I know how to make it even larger.”
Alice flipped him over it was time to take him missionary style just so she could see the look on his face as she made him climax from being fucked with her strap-on cock.
“Very nice….I like how you instinctively wrap your legs on the outside of my hips gurl.”
He knew she was right in calling him that…he had been becoming her t-girl over the past many months.
In between his legs the cock sliding slowly in and out Alice hovering above took his hands in hers and pressed them hard to the mattress. It was human nature….he tried to lift them off yet discovered he was too weak.
“How cute…my lovely Lorena pretending she has muscles….it’s the price you pay for being on estrogen….you give over your masculinity and in return you become pretty and weak.”
The woman lifted up and watched his’ twin-girls’ sway back and forth on his chest as his girlish whimpering grew louder while he welcomed her cock.
“Ewwwww, eeewwwww…..oh it feels so goooood…..please don’t stop.”
“So soft …so pretty…so feminine….once I bring you to orgasm your surrender to our feminine world will only grow stronger…..hmmm sweetie….you look like you’re ready to live the rest of your life as my woman…..even though you’ll no longer be a virgin I really think we should start talking wedding gowns.”
It was a mind meme….once a mind focuses on a new idea it increases….whatever a mind dwells on expands.
“For you I mean Lorena….you’ll be the one this time in the wedding dress and we’ll renew our vows….from what I can tell you have all the qualities I want in my bride…or maybe I should say my wife….you’re sweet and pretty….a natural submissive that’s domesticated…you have nice boobs and a great ass…and this …well let’s call it what it is….this pussy of yours feels so nice.”
“Eeeeewwww, eeewwww, eeewwww….ohhhhhhh.”
The chastity cage holding his penis tucked inside out of view it felt like a party going on in his panties.
Alice’s intuition could sense it all her efforts over the months were about to pay off. Lifting her hands off his she held him at the waist ready to make him climax.
“Go ahead Lorena darling…have your feminine orgasm…I’ll never deny my wife her pleasure.”
She knew she had won when she heard him ask.
“What kind of wedding gown do you think I should be in…something old fashioned….maybe one with pearl buttons on my bodice….maybe can it have a lot of petticoats and crinoline?.....oooohhhhh….oohhhh dear Goddess….it’s happening.”
Lorena lifted his feet high in the air exposing the pretty bottom even more. He’d thought he’d died and gone to heaven.
“Ooohhhhh….ohhhhhh Domina Alice…your cock…..it’s making me orgasm….here it is….my cream…..your making me get all wet and my little plaything….my clitty….its …..ohhhhhh I love you Alice ….please make me your bride….I’ll be such a good wife for you I promise.”
Like her iconic namesake Gladys Kravitz just couldn’t help herself she had to know what all her neighbors were doing despite the fact rarely did anyone voluntarily tell her. At 56 years old the woman peered over the tall bushes pretending to use the hedge-cutters.
Taking the high road often called the road less traveled Alice did her best to get along with the lady though rarely trafficking in her gossip. It had been Alice’s mantra her mother instilled in her…’if you can’t say something nice about someone don’t say anything at all’.
A Dr Rubert Sheldrake out of the UK had come up with the premise writing about it in his book ‘The sense of being stared at’. It was his theory that one intuitively knows when they are being looked at covertly or overtly at a distance and was true with animals and their human owners as well as between humans one on one.
Calling them ‘morphogenetic forms’ he declared ‘focused attention creates fields of perception connecting the observer with the observed’. In his study he even had camera’s set up in the homes of dog owners. Once an owner gave the thought energy dwelling on it that he was coming home his loyal pooch at near the same time ran to the front door and waited.
Spy agencies like the CIA or MI-6/5 believed in it too its why they train their operatives never to look at the person they are following.
Bikini season had arrived with Alice thinking it was a good time to out her husband from the cocoon of femininity he had been living under in the home all fall, winter and spring.
Alice didn’t even need to turn sensing the woman was behind the wall of bushes that acted as a fortress of greenery keeping the peace between the neighbors. Gladys bent at the waist and peered through the tiny opening she’d created using the shearing scissors.
Speaking to herself the questions flowed into her mind…..‘My who is that dish?....look at the size of that ‘rock’ on her wedding finger…what a pretty butt…..is Alice really a lesbian at heart?…did they get divorced and no one told me?….is that girl she’s with one of those…what do they call them… lesbo babes….where is her husband? ….why I haven’t seen him since last summer…no wait it was even longer….since the spring I think’.
The Brazilian butt lift is a pricey procedure that is a specialized fat transfer that augments the size and shape of the buttocks without implants.
Lorena was peacocking her way to the blanket the t-girl had laid out a few minutes before. There was something about having a big beautiful ass that brought out the gurl in the former husband even more.
Like any other t-girl she had to get used to the truth that the cheeks seemed to now move on their own as the attractive twin globes wiggled and jiggled swaying on each step made more prominent wearing 3” ‘Candi’ mules.’’
Knees up together Lorena was slathering on the suntan lotion letting her hands glide along her legs before finishing rubbing an abundance of oil on her ass cheeks.
Alice waited until continuing certain the woman heard her. ‘Telephone…television …tell a Gladys’…Alice knew once she let her neighbor in on her husband’s transitioning into Lorena it wouldn’t be long before all on the block would know.
“Alice is that you?...I was just trimming the bushes….I had no idea you were out back.”
Standing near the bushes Alice replied.
“Yes Gladys…why don’t you join us for some iced tea and we can catch up.”
Lorena’s hair in a sloppy bun held high with a clip turned on seeing the neighbor. As she moved her perky pair of b-cup breasts and Brazilian butt augmentation was made clear.
Two hours later Gladys was spreading the word.
“Yes he is a transwoman now…Just like that Caitlyn…Alice said something about Lorena wanting to have transitioned for some time now…you should see her …she’s gorgeous…Alice said they live in a Female Led Relationship....boy what woman wouldn't want that......yes she had a 4 carat diamond ring…it seems they are to renew their vows…I wonder who they’ll invite?”
End of part 3