The women sat out back of Dana’s office while discussing the latest developments of transitioning their husbands into t-girl housewives. Enjoying the leafy environs off the edge of the Forest near the patio they listened as the female therapist directed the conversation.
The skilled and talented behavioral science expert she was had Dana wanting to make her point.
“Though I don’t care for the words because psychologically it’s much more than that crossdressing is a harmless expression and transvestites have been around throughout time over the centuries and been accepted in numerous cultures.”
Evelyn wanted to give her opinion.
“So often alpha males seek to put them down as perverts or worse deviants since they’re not like them…feeling superior how many times have they made fun of gays and trans and lesbians.”
“With so many women in the work force the days of males running the business world unchallenged is coming to a head. The female in numerous cases is becoming like us…the head of the household with her male being the domesticated one. When you control the finances in a marriage you have the power to direct the path of the relationship….we’ve just chosen to lead them into a feminine world….. why to me it only makes sense…..let them experience the joy of keeping a home clean at all times while trying to look pretty.”
“It is breaking the mold of the old paradigm. So many women presume guys are conditioned to be seen as the dominant force…it’s why many have to take control utilizing passive aggressive tactics to get what they want. But there is a new category of males emerging…one where they know they are not alphas…we are moving into the age of the dominant female and the submissive male….have you seen how weak many males are these days, why they look like they’ve never seen the inside of a gym. They are ripe for being trained into submission and feminized.”
Alice added her thoughts.
“I like the idea that my Lorena has been exposed as one like that…just think she is now experiencing what has been thrust upon women just because of the physical make up of our bodies…you know it’s just assumed that being soft and smooth and hairless that we should be the ones on our backs. Softness and prettiness shouldn’t determine that we’re the ones that should be sexually submissive.”
The therapist wrote in her notes before speaking.
“What about the idea that in lovemaking it’s best for a woman if she is on the bottom?”
Alice looked at her and the other woman there for the group session.
“I’d make the case that being on top we can control the flow of the penis inside us. What do you think Katrina?”
“It’s a power thing for males. Since so many are physically stronger than their wives or girlfriends or whatever they get a rush drilling us while on top. In the beginning it starts out romantic right?...they’re gentle even sensitive to our needs…yet over time lovemaking turns into something less than that…it’s like they just want to get their rocks off and roll over and go to sleep caring little if we climaxed.”
“I like teaching my t-girl to accept that she is becoming a pretty wife…submissive and sensitive…the look on his face now that he knows he is growing breasts is priceless….I enjoy drowning him in femininity…letting him take to the tactile feelings of not only needing to wear lingerie and bras and panties and things but also now wanting to wear these things.”
“The other night he was in the cutest shorty short kamino robe doing his toenails…carefully putting the polish on…his hair in curlers…his naked breasts…the beautiful areolas and nipples pressing against the soft material…the sexy feeling of being in satin. I wasn’t concerned he was out drinking and carousing instead he was at home under my protection and guidance. He has been trained to accept my rules….I always remind her good gurls get rewarded and bad gurls get punished.”
Alice took a drag off her cigarette before taking a sip of the wine as they sat outside enjoying the view from the patio off Dana’s office.
“I love seeing him on his back…his naked boobies wiggling… lifting his legs high in the air and spreading them….women have always known that is taken as a sign of welcoming…now he knows it is a kind of surrender on some level.”
Katrina looked at her.
“Me too Alice…I enjoy feeling dominant…I enjoy mounting him when my gurl is like that….my Jennifer has learned to accept what he once made me feel. He looks so pretty…so docile…so passive.”
“I like that he still has his little plaything….I get the best of both worlds…he still has his dick or as I call it his gurlie penis…his gurlie clitty…his soft skin his lovely boobs…his pretty hair…seeing how tentative he is….he often is quite concerned with whether he is pleasing to look at now…and also am I being satisfied…the fact that I can either take him in my vagina controlling the flow or I can penetrate him with my strap-on is very erotic. His submissiveness has only expanded the more feminine he has become.”
“Yes and I know what you mean Katrina…I don‘t think my Lorena would know what to do if he was on top…I mean don’t get me wrong sometimes I let him ride my strap-on cock cowgirl style…he looks so sexy when his boobies are jiggling like that…he wiggles his pretty butt trying to get as much of my cock inside his little boi-pussy….I learned early on I need to use plenty of lube no matter that we call it his pussy it doesn’t self-lubricate like our vaginas do.”
“OK ladies this was a good session…I’m glad we met…oh I wanted to tell you Alice ….Katrina and a few of the other women have a pool party at Evelyn’s home coming up…you may want to attend.”
“What should I expect?”
“Dress beach-casual and by the end you’ll see an affirmation of …how can I say this …you’ll see them better adopt to their new sexual alignment….cuckolding does have its benefits.”
Before they’d left Alice stared at her Lorena and thought the way she looked reminded her of sun-kissed fields of lavender the way her makeup and lovely hair style blended together.
Their look of bikini’s quite pretty in some ways it was hard to believe that all five had all been husbands at one time.
The month before the couples all quietly agreed to having a BDSM weekend. Sitting on dining room chairs in the living room each of the housewives had been tied and secured while wearing ball-gags. The skirts removed between their legs was the pretty look of a hint of the different colored panties the t-girls wore.
“What’s this cuties name Evelyn?”
Hands and legs tied to the chair the feminized male looked up at Alice letting out a soft moan on feeling her hand run across his panties.
Anthony Pertroni had cheated on his wife Janet two years earlier. Having been caught he agreed to go to Dana the therapist to help save the marriage. It spoke to the power of estrogen that now had him performing the role of a housewife.
Drool slipping out the side of his mouth he looked on as Alice began unbuttoning the pretty jacket of his skirt suit. The woman had decided as her wife he’d would best be served if given augmentation to increase his pair of breasts to a d-cup size.
The sumptuous breasts near spilled over the top of the bras lacy cups as they were exposed.
“Her name is Candace….though I like to call her Candy mostly…Ironic isn‘t it….it was the name of the woman I found him in bed with.”
Alice’s wife Lorena and the other three looked on as the woman unhooked the front clasp letting the pair spill forth.
“So lovely Candy…very pretty for a housewife isn’t she?”
Candy didn’t know what to do so all he did was shake his boobies and try to smile through the ballgag.
Alice grinned thinking about the weekend yet brought her focus back to the present as she and Lorena walked in to the backyard. Their women had decided their t-girl wives were going to have a pool party on Saturday followed by their gurls being put in cheerleading uniforms serving drinks and food for the big game on Sunday.
The group of women turned on hearing the gurgling noise coming from the naked male named Fred Harper secured to the flag pole in the yard. The errant spouse of Rita had violated their marriage agreement yet his offense was about gambling. The ballgag tight to Fred’s mouth he looked down feeling both odd and aroused wearing the new 3” pumps.
A look of concern on his face after seeing the five other males was fresh in his mind after agreeing that he too was to be feminized. His woman Rita standing near Evelyn smiled as she filled the syringe.
“Shall we…say can you pick up his tiara…thanks.’
Fred Harper trembled on her approach. He had known he shouldn’t have been betting on the sports games. After repeatedly getting caught reminded it was illegal to use a bookie Rita had laid down the choices….either be divorced left with no money facing criminal charges or take a new path one where she dictated the terms.
Standing in front of Fred the two women chatted.
“I do love the feeling of estrogen…”
“Yes Rita it can be so calming in many ways.”
A dab with a cotton ball soaked with alcohol was wiped across his butt cheek.
The plunger released the first dose of the power of the feminine hormones within him.
“Oh baby …you’re going to find you love it…one day you’ll thank me.”
Evelyn handed her the tiara.
“Here Rita …you do the honors…have you thought of a new name.”
Letting the tiara dangled off her hand for the moment the woman ran her fingers along his smooth shaved body. She gently cupped his balls hanging below the locked chastity cage.
Staring him in the eye she lifted the tiara and pushed it in to rest settled on top of his longish hair. A quick adjustment left it more centered as she began to apply his makeup.
“I like the name Tessa…. now let’s get you in your bikini gurl then we’ll do your hair.”
Evelyn stood back and watched over the next few minutes or so to see ‘Tessa’s’ face take on the colorful look women enjoy having with a face made pretty.
“How lovely….Tessa….it has a nice ring to it.”
Hearing the cars come up the driveway Evelyn turned to welcome them.
“Marvelous they’re here….come in boys we’re ready for the show and blow.”
The male strippers from the Aces-High strip club sauntered in to the backyard to see the feminized husbands sunning themselves wearing bikinis.
The grouping had the usual mix one a strong silent type another loud and demanding a third liked the look of a cowboy while one appeared as though he enjoyed the rough biker look. The studious intellectual looking male of the bunch stood in front of Tessa while the last a college frat-boy of a 25 years old was quite boisterous.
Removing his glasses the one in front of Tessa began to bump and grind on seeing the others do it in front of the 5 ‘housewives’. Rita smiled as ‘Troy’ lifted his shirt away before slipping his beige pants off to showcase his neon red thong of a banana-hammock bathing suit.
His wrists thick as tree trunks Troy settled his hands on the shoulders of Fred while he slid his package close to his body.
Rita grinned pointing to the grass she watched her Tessa obey and drop to his knees.
“Troy honey…you have a great ass…would you mind if I have you take off your thong.”
“No Ma’am…just pull it off it’s held on by Velcro.”
Fred looked up to see the semi-flacid cock dangling in front of him as the hips swayed back and forth to the music. Seeing Fred pull back a touch Troy cupped his balls and scoffed out a chuckle as if to say ‘you’re not going anywhere’. His hand took to stroking it until it grew hard.
Inch by inch the stiff dick made its way close to ‘Tessa’s’ lips as he felt the hand lay on his head.
The male stripper slowed his pace letting the bulbous tip glance along the lips of Fred before pulling back a touch. Troy slipped his thumb into Fred’s mouth sliding it slowly in and out. It was enough Rita remarked to herself ‘gee, that’s kind of hot’. Being told to Tessa raised his eyes to look at Troy while he sucked the thumb.
Moments later Rita’s husband felt the presence of the cock slide into his mouth. Troy held still sure Fred would grow accustomed to it.
It was just what he was afraid of the cock tasted nice. Maybe it was the initial dose of estrogen or perhaps it was a hidden oral fixation now exposed yet he went at it in a frenzy. His lips held it while inside his mouth his tongue flicked at the head.
Rita slipped down into a squat caressing his balls she offered her encouragement.
“Tessa darling at home I have a whole closet full of clothing you’ll be wearing….lovely lingerie…pretty bra and pantie sets…who cares what the neighbors say I want my wife-to-be to feel good in her pretty things….careful now….close your mouth on the gorgeous cock…..you keep that up and the stud muffin Troy is going to…”
Troy lurched forward letting out a grunt. Seconds later he yelled out even louder.
“Ugggggg….ohhhh fuck…what’s his name?…I mean her name…oh damn….yes that is so fucking nice.”
Tessa felt the first blast land in the back of his throat followed shortly by four more.
Candy the bikini off lay flat on his back on the bed the feeling of his breasts moving randomly made him feel so girlish. Her face pointed towards his toes Janet slid her leg over his head and lowered her vagina to the waiting lips of her wife. Her hand slowly ran up and down the shaft of ‘Candy’s’ penis as Keith the male stripper walked in.
“Ready when you are Ma’am.”
“Wonderful just getting a little pre-fuck wetness going…slide it on in…here I’ll lift my pretty butt up a touch.”
Not more than 5 minutes earlier Candace has come strutting into the room in her 4” mules on hearing Janet say she was looking forward to getting a good fuck. About to be cuckolded the t-girl housewife had mistakenly thought it would be his penis doing it.
Knowing she was going to put her wife in her place the truth was Janet liked seeing the smile on her gurls face. The t-girl had the pretty look that said ‘I know I am kind of an air-head but I still enjoy having big boobies’.
Keith slid close guiding his dick into Janet’s moist vagina. The ball-sac dangling above Candy’s face the t-girl soon discovered every time Keith pumped his cock in and out the balls ran across the bridge of his nose and chin. It made him feel so submissive knowing another male’s dick was pleasing his woman.
Janet let her mind drift it had been so long since she had been shagged by an alpha’s cock made angry. She’d known for a while Anthony was cheating on her but when she returned from the out of town business meeting it was the last straw. Securing the contract for her firm a day early walking into the guest bedroom had the woman finding her husband Anthony with a bimbo of a babe named Candy.
“I thought you told me you were single.”
It was the only words the girl spoke as she left in a huff after grabbing her clothing but forgetting her bra and panties. Janet gave him the silent treatment for a week. Every time he walked by the dining room table he saw the divorce papers prominently displayed.
Dana her therapist suggested they meet. The words she remembered to this day…’he should feel what I’m feeling’.
Dana replied ‘its easily accomplished yet will take time…turn him into a t-girl…start him off in bra and panties….oh an one other thing ….you know female hormones are easy to get these days why many of my married couples use them…they have proved to be very effective in correcting a male partner’s problem….and I don’t mean just his cheating….let him take on the role of the wife’.
Janet quickly answered.
“Well certainly every woman could use a housewife….so I can see the logic he wouldn’t be cheating if he all he has to wear his lady’s underwear.”
“It’s more than that…pantied and plugged…powdered and perfumed… collared and chastised…let me put it to you this way…how would you like to be the Queen of your home….and have your t-girl obeying your every command.”
‘What woman wouldn’t want that?”
“The pathway lies through the doors of the feminine.,…It’s been some time since I’ve seen him yet with his looks being impacted by the power of estrogen he’d make a delightful woman…..here let me show you. Do you have a picture I have some software that will show you what I mean.”
Together they watched the flatscreen to see the software change his appearance into a lovely feminine image.
‘This is 3 months…just a hint of his looks changing….here is 5 months…here’s 7 months starting to look prettier…..how about a year…..see his little boobies sticking out that always freaks them out….by then he’ll be a gentle as a box full of kittens…ok lets say you want breast augmentation……you know ….let your girl have a pair large enough that they can’t be denied ”
Unconsciously Janet had let her hand lower giving a rub to her vagina she hadn’t realized it until they both looked.
“Sorry he looks so feminine….it’s just I have a thing for lesbians”
Dana reached out and held her hand.
“You’ll find feminized males often make for the most passionate lesbian lovers…..Ohhh you poor thing….the doors locked….let’s go to the couch I like pussy as much as the next lesbian.”
Janet could feel the cock seem to enlarge inside her vulva it was enough she looked back at Keith.
“Give me all you got big boy…then we’ll lay back smoke a cigarette and watch…cuckolding is always more effective when a cream-pie licking is left for one’s feminized subby to attend to.”
With Keith and Janet backs against the headboard relaxing as they shared a smoke Candace dutifully licked away at the warm cream drooling out from the vagina of the t-girls domina.
"She's pretty good with that tongue."
Janet looked at Keith as she responded.
"You'll find out tomorrow all of the gurls are going to be wearing cheerleading outfits for the big game. They'll serve the refreshments an at halftime give you and your mates blowjobs."
"I don't even know what teams are playing."
Janet padded her gurls head as a sign of encouragement.
"Doesn't really matter does it....And to think back when he was my husband he never did like licking pussy...well things have taken a turn for the better....my wife...I think I'll keep her."
End of part 4 …