The life of a livery blacksmith is one fraught with concerns the cold winter air of February only added to it. Jenna Smith skilled at bending heated steel considered it a calling. Up early at dawn in the morning to feed the collection of horses the woman next would soon have her fisted hand banging away shaping the hot metal to accommodate repairing broken pieces of wagons.
It was her twin sister Hannah the towns sheriff at 35 years old that suggested she come join her in Lorado Falls. Each solidly built at 5’ 11” 190 pounds having grown up on a farm under their widowed father’s demands that they lead a disciplined life in order to get to heaven the two sisters had many of his masculine genes and traits.
Hanna the sharp shooter between the two thought it likely being a lesbian she would never marry. Being called ‘thumper’ by her close friends a result of her man-like arm muscles she was a smooth-talking kind of sheriff with her back up plan being simple. The woman could out draw near anyone with a pistol.
Many a stranger to town found out the hard way a slap upside their head from ‘Thumber’ was often enough to subdue them when out of line.
“Morning Jenna…how’s it going sis. …turning out to be a cold winter this year.”
“Hi Hanna …just working this last trim out for the piece Lady Ruby had asked for…thanks for the coffee.”
“Is that what I think it is?…heard she has a new candidate under her wing….been on the ‘Fairie dust’ for more than a few months…ever since they got back from the train chase….my Isabella told me.”
It was often common for honky-tonk girls and ladies of the evenings to develop a taste for the lesbian lifestyle after making a living having to put up will ignorant cowboys solely hell bent on getting a poke.
“Yea…I gotta glimpse of him when I was sizing this out…thin framed, gentle demeanor….. ‘gunna’ be a real cutie once he blossoms.”
Hannah added.
“Being kept upstairs on the 3rd floor this whole time…all her women and girls love keeping a male like that in a haze of femininity…by the time Ruby Rose and her ladies are done training him he’ll have thought he was meant to live a tart of a girl’s life.”
Hannah’s foot stomped out a heated amber that fell to the dirt floor of livery.
“That fairie dust is potent stuff…plus once she gets this piece on him his days of controlling that dick will be gone…he’ll be much more compliant sis. Say how is ‘Kitty-Licker’ your cougar cub”
“Doing better now that her ankle is healing….she’s lucky she wasn’t eaten as prey before I found her.”
Hannah held up the finished effort to show off.
“What do you think?”
“Looks nice…ain’t nothing getting hard with that….I like how it points lower…no unsightly bulges….if you want I can bring it over…I want to stop in and see Isabella…she picked up a cold the other day.”
“Sure I have a busy morning with that wagon train stopping here before they head out…let me know what you think of that honey Rose is training…one less male in the world is a good thing….say I’ve been working on the jail room design for your home…we’ll have it built by March…..that’s a good idea to have a separate location…especially with your cougar cub nearby.”
“Yea she’ll scare the shit of any put there being unarmed.”
The knock on the door to Rose’s private room in her hotel was followed by the greeting ‘come in’. Entering the boudoir Hannah saw a thin naked male his ponytail bouncing scampering away to the safety of the bedroom.
“Why Sheriff Hannah what a pleasant surprise…do come in.”
“Hi Ruby just wanted to drop this off from my sister Jenna.”
“I heard you poor Isabella has the flu….I’ll make sure she gets lots of chicken soup.”
“Thanks Rose.”
Tying her robe more secure around her waist line Ruby Rose raised her voice. The robe a gift from her Asian herbologist friend Quon Luc had a Chinese Dragon embroidered on the back of the knee length garment made of oriental satin.
“Lily get in here right now…that’s no way to treat one of our guests….you’ve earned yourself a spanking.”
Tommy looked to have lost a good 20 pounds off his already thin frame since the day he arrived following the train confrontation. Wearing one of Ruby Rose’s sheer peignoir robes he sheepishly entered the room to see his feminine mentor sitting on the edge of the couch with Sheriff Hanna standing next to her.
There wasn’t a stich of hair on his body below his nose.
“Before we have you put in your bloomers and corset and stockings…I want you over my lap right now my young Lady…..”
He was feeling so girlish yet why did she have to call him that in front of the stranger? Tommy cringed at hearing him addressed as ‘her young lady’ as he lay on her lap
Hannah watched as Tommy lowered himself over Rose’s shapely thighs. Her left hand across his back holding him still she lifted her right and slapped away on his naked bottom cheeks.
Looking at Hannah Rose smiled.
“A spanking doesn’t really begin until the tears start up….SDS…same damn spot…you have to hit the same damn spot.”
40 or so swats in Sheriff Hannah squatted into a crouch holding Tommy by the chin.
“Not yet Ma’am….but you’re getting close.”
Tears in his eyes the floodgates were abut to open.
‘Whap, whap whap’….the sound loud and measured Tommy took to squirming as the heat of the blows intensified. Crying openly he mumbled out on receiving the last ten.
“I’m sorry Lady Ruby…I’m sorry I promise I won’t be so rude again.”
“There… there…it’ll be alright…..straighten up sit on my lap your arm around my shoulder dear….you’re learning….I want my Lily to be a good girl.”
As Tommy readjusted on Madame Rose’s lap he looked deliciously submissive in a girly kind of way.
“Here darling…would you like it if I brushed your hair out Lily Anne….we both know how much you like growing it out these days.”
Sniffling a bit he let a girlish smile come on his face.
“Yes Ma’am Miss Ruby.”
Hannah looked down to see his toes had the same red color as on his fingernails. Together all three watched his 4” penis grow firm the longer Ruby Rose brushed his long hair. Her hands on her pistols holsters Hannah spoke.
“I can see someone enjoys being femininely pampered…so small and unmanly yet there is a cuteness to that little plaything…it’s been awhile since I‘ve touched one.”
“Go ahead Hannah…my little darling needs to be drained anyway before the present is put on.”
Her hand upside down the woman took to slowly moving it up and down along his shaft. Her free hand lifted Tommy’s chin it made him feel even more docile to hold still and look at her.
“Ohhhh… Your hand it’s so firm…my little plaything…eeewwww, eewwwww …Miss Rose….ohhhhh eeewwww…Miss Hannah…I think I’m going to ….eeewwww, eeewww I think I’m going to spurt….eeewwww, ohhhhh.”
Hannah gave a hard squeeze.
“Not until I hear you say it…My name is Lily Anne and I belong to Miss Ruby.”
To make matters more aroused Ruby Rose let her fingers glide across his expanding areolas tweaking each nipple as she finished. Into his 5th month of ‘Fairie dust’ his breasts had begun taking on shape and contour.
“Ohhh please…yes Ma’am….my name is Lily Anne….eeewww, eewwww, …I belong to Miss Rose…eeewwww, eeewwww…..from now on it’s the only name I answer to….eeewwww…ahhhhhh….i can’t stop…please Miss Hannah…please.”
Lily’s body drifted back into the comfort of feeling Rose’s sumptuous breast on his back as he spurted out into Hannah’s hand. The woman held it in front of his face.
“That’s a good girl….Just like a little kitten honey…lick all the cream up.”
Buffed to a shine the silver glistened off from the sunlight filling the room. With eyes wide as a new born Doe ‘Lily’ looked at the two women. Moments earlier Rose had slid the pair of balls through the round circle. Connected to it the 2” shaft of the silver piece completely covered his penis preventing any increase in length.
“Jenna said you just slide this piece in the opening Rose and it will act like a lock.”
Lily seemed baffled realizing the days of his dick being free-wheeling had come to an end as long as it was in place.
“It’s called a chastity piece Lily…you’ll find it will help re-focus your attention on other more important things…like getting dressed…let’s have you slip into your lacy bloomers and I’ll help tighten your corset you’ve grown fond of wearing.”
The spring day had Rocky adjusting his holster as he stood finishing his 2nd cup of morning coffee on the porch off Ruby’s bedroom. Hearing the woman enter the room he turned.
“Shooter McVie playing cards?”
“Yes the goddess of poker is giving him good hands so he should feel cocky…my dealer will take a break dealing for a wiz when he sees you grab your spot at the bar….I run an honest game so to eliminate any cheating I don’t allow anyone but my guys to deal the cards.”
The two looked at Lily Anne the hair a sleek, puffy updo to it her dress had the popular 1890’s fashion of a bell-shaped skirt with tight waist highlighting the corseted hourglass silhouette defining the feminine form of her figure. Paying slight homage to Queen Victoria a hint of a rear-bussle remained.
Less restrictive then in the past the look was made popular out east by women with a desire to appear to be more liberated. Though it was attached the ‘shirtwaist’ with its puffy sleeves and ruffled center strip was the new day wear stable of most refined women who had taken to losing the over-ornamentation of the earlier Victorian age. Extra rouge seemed to pull in his cheekbones.
“Lovely Lily…lets pin your soft violet bonnet in place…so pretty with its plume of an ostrich feather tilted on the side.”
“Oh Ma’am…I feel like such a beautiful woman…everything is so pretty…and my heels…with their lovely bow design…”
“Yes have no confusion on it….you are a beautiful young lady…that special place where you‘re leaving behind girlish ways…tell me underneath you have a corset supporting your breasts with silk stockings attached, laced trimmed bloomers…look at your cowboy of a man…you welcomed his cock within you correct…you even felt the seed of his man-juice breeding you…no your girlish days are behind… you are indeed becoming a woman….now we will do what women do…have a day shopping at Henderson's dry goods and fashions.”
Rocky held his arms out watching as both gently laid their hands slinking inside on it. With Ruby Rose checking her own look in the hall mirror the cowboy whispered to Lily.
“You were so warm and wet last night…you really made me feel like a man in bed with you Lily Anne.”
Lily felt the blush rise to his cheeks knowing he had lost his virginity at the hands of the cowboy.
Rose smiled…
“There ready for a day of fun and frivolity…you know I’ve heard tell a new form of music called ‘Ragtime’ is sweeping its way west from New York and Chicago. The women’s suffragettes are challenging the patriarchal culture…they are marching for the right to vote…why some women have even started riding bicycles.”
Rocky grinned
“Riding bikes….Women voting…what is this world coming to.”
Reaching the front door way of her hotel Ruby Rose turned serious as she took hold of Lily’s hand.
“You be careful with that desperado Rocky…..don’t take your eyes off him for a second….I’ll have two of my gunners lookin’ down from on high should it not go right…..you hit the floor dead so will he.”
“I’ll be fine Rose seen my share of bush-wackers…been in front of worse than ‘Shooter’.”
“Rocky you may be a loner cowboy but you always speak the truth to me…it’s just some of what I like about you.”
“Ain’t no other way to be I figure….iff’in you want to live with yourself not chasing ghosts from your past sitting round a campfire under the starry starry nights.”
The 3 story brick structure gave a hint of what the town would be one day. It gave many a cowboy pause to think the west was changing giving way to what was called progress by some.
“Hello Ruby Rose and who is this delightful young lady?”
Tommy could feel even more of his dwindling masculinity evaporate on hearing himself being called a young lady.
“Hi Helen…this is Lily Anne.”
It spoke to his training that Lily dipped in to a slight curtsy as way of acknowledging the woman.
The saleswoman held both his hands giving a brush of an air kiss to his cheek she pulled back to see his painted nails.
“I can tell….She’s been deflowered…how lovely…oh I do hope it was a nice size cock….no sense giving away your virginity to anything less on your maiden voyage.”
“It definitely was a nice size…thick with girth it’s likely Lily will only want more of the same in the months ahead….here let me show you something.”
Paralyzed at the openness of the conversations subject while chatting Lily watched Rose lift the hem of his long skirt.
“What’s to see?… a nice smooth flat front…pretty bloomers for a classy young Lady.”
Helen lowered his underwear as she spoke.
“Oh my…is that what I think it is?”
“Yes with Lily becoming a woman it’s for the best.”
“What a lovely chastity piece…I wonder if they will ever become popular in the coming years….Rose you know we have a new ‘Henderson's’ catalog out just for women….though I don’t think we’ll find these chastity cages in it.”
Shifty eyed Shooter McVie spotted Rocky standing at the bar talking with Floyd the regular.
Rocky knew he didn’t have to say which one.
“Heard tell you were in the war…I was too young but my father fought and so did my uncle…”
He swallowed the shot of whiskey before adding.
“….on opposite sides of the battle field.”
Floyd responded.
“Family against family…a soldier needs a war…I understand that..…just wondering why it has to be so bloody….why so many have to die.”
“Uncover, discover discard…”
Floyd looked at him.
“You finally want to let it out old man I’m here.”
This time he stared at Rocky taking his hand off his glass on hearing him. Floyd’s eye took on the 1000 mile stare. He was back there once more...The Battle of Bloody Ridge.
“It’s the same nightmare…every night….same time…the greys marching up….full divisions…staying in line…moving up pitching higher on each rolling hill….on their way to the summit….me and my soldiers…by then so many were good friends….to a man every one thinking….there’s just too many of them…. we’ll never make it through the day.”
Floyd stopped to finish off his shot.
“…then our canons were let loose….tearing them to pieces…bone and blood flyng every where the closer they got…by the end we took to the bayonet…it’s one thing to shoot a soldier dead 30, 40 or 50 or a 100 yards away…it’s another to have to stab with the blade up close….yet with the battle over there I stood…a captain proud of his troopers…none of them leaving…. not a shirker in the group.”
Rocky looked at Buck the barkeep.
“A bottle down here…my tab.”
Floyd smiled.
“Thanks Rocky something about you makes me want to get out the truth….that’s the first I’ve spoken about it….hey Buck make it a coffee…time for me to start living again.”
Rocky spotted ‘Shooter’ rising from the table and eased further down the bar after saying ‘S’cuse me Floyd’.
Walking up with a half smile half snarl on his mug Shooter was taken off guard when he heard Rocky speak as he held his smoke. Looking at the burly barkeep wiping the surface he looked back at Rocky as he finished talking
“Let me buy you a shot of whiskey first….here have some of Kentucky’s finest.”
As Shooter’s left hand threw the whiskey down his right lowered to his six-shooter hoping to out-fox Rocky. A swoosh of air from behind announced the arrival of the piece of wood.
Rocky blew a perfect smoke ring from his cigarette. It moved forward as though aimed right for Shooter’s nose. The desperado of an outlaw shoulders took to swaying, next his head bobbed as though blown over by the feather-touch of the smoke ring.
Buck the bartender caught him in his arms as he fell.
“Where did you learn how to swing a piece of wood like that?”
“It’s called a bat…me and some friends are playing that mostly new game …it’s called baseball.”
Pulling him Shooters feet dragged across the floor with one knocking over the brass ‘spittoon’ on the corner. Setting it upright Rocky held open the back door.
“Hi Hannah…just put him on the wagon huh?”
“Hey Rocky…his days of making trouble are over….wait until he gets a dose of that chloroform he’ll be getting….not to mention the ‘Fairie dust’.”
Climbing up grabbing the reins of her two mounted team she looked back with a smile.
“Heard from Ruby you made that cute tart of a new girl…..he’s a sweetheart.”
A laugh of a chuckle was spit out by both.
“Yeee-haw come on Cricket and Lick’et…let’s move.”
End of part 3 …