The outfit was a love letter to linen holding at the counter Trisha looked at stationary waiting for the pregnant looking Lucille to return from the loo in the boutique store. Faux-double breasted buttons acted as a style enhancement to the linen jacket and its matching skirt. A crisp white sleeveless top did little to hide the pair of b-cup breasts comfortably nestled in the pretty bra. Trisha enjoyed how one could see the hint of the lace embroider on the piece of La Perla intimate wear.
Lucille seem to have the look many a woman with child has as she slowly made her way back stopping occasionally to look at the hankies laid out like regimental toy soldiers ready for battle. Every step appearing a burden his hand dropped to the lower end of the protruding tummy of the pregnancy simulator beneath his dress.
More runway behind than ahead the older sales lady commented as she added another hankie to the collection.
“How lovely you look dear…what month 6 or 7 it’s not 8 is it?....it will soon be here then the real works starts after you’ve pushed out the little ball of quantum energy with its beating heart.”
Lucille smiled back just nodding his head pushing his hair on the one side behind his pierced ear.
“I’ve given birth to 6…tell me do you plan on nursing?....If this is your first I must warn you…lactating often brings spontaneous leaking.”
Write it off to the estrogen yet Lucille couldn’t help but start tearing up. Trisha spotted the two and walked over feeling girlish the way his heels ‘click-clacked’ on the hardwood floor.
The older woman did her best to comfort Lucille as Trisha arrived.
“These hormones of ours can be so unsettling bringing one to term.”
She looked at Trisha.
“…men will never truly understand what we women go through.”
Trisha smiled thinking ‘I know three now who might’.
The saleswoman lifted the hankie to Lucy’s face.
“You just take this with you dear…consider it a gift….careful with your mascara.”
Lucille looked at the subtle beauty of the lace hankie as she dabbed her lower eyelid. Glancing at the saleswoman and Trisha she softly commented under her breath
“Oh it looks so pretty doesn’t it Trisha?”
The observation was enough Lucy burst into tears once more.
With the sound of the fountain’s tinkling water in the back-ground the room had the calming feel one wants to find in a massage studio. A 6th generation practitioner Lao Te Chenoae had been taught the skill of applying inked on body-art by her mother and grandmother before her.
Standing just inside the shop Trisha looked at the address on the card wondering how he should pronounce the woman's full name. A beaded doorway had a 5’ 1” Asian woman smiling as she entered.
“You Trisha…special lady sent by Ms. Marion?”
“Open mouth up…make you feel good during procedure….come, let’s have you disrobe.”
Trisha tasted the 2 citrus flavored marijuana gummi-bears enjoying the tartness masking the harshness of the organic-based product.
Naked but for a towel lying hands secured on the massage table he found himself becoming drowsy before closing his eyes and falling asleep. The woman kneaded the thinned-out shoulders with much of the former male musculature absent letting her hands relax the deep tissue before focusing on her primary task.
The afternoon seemed to have flown by when he felt her waking him up. Lao Te stood by chatting as he dressed.
“You like my cousin’s boy back in Thailand…he Ladyboy now…very pretty...like your surprise.”
Wondering what she meant Trisha shimmied the skinny-jeans up his legs as he caught a glimpse of his back. Could it really be there? He turned to look over his shoulder to see while he’d slept the woman had given him a lower back tattoo of a band of colorful flowers. At 6” horizontal 3” vertical the inked-on piece of body art was something most any 'hip' woman would like having.
His eyes lifted to see the ‘Pride’ LGBTQ rainbow colors of the 2” tattoo at the base on the back of his neck. Shaped as a flag blowing in the breeze it was another reminder that he was living the life of a male turned trans. Right next to it the same size was a raised woman’s fist colored crimson inside the international female sex symbol made with white ink. It acted as an acknowledgement of women empowerment.
Trisha now knew why her ‘gurlfriends’ Amber and Lucille had giggled acting like they knew a secret when she told them Ms. Marion had set up the ‘massage’ appointment just like they each had the two previous days before.
The woman’s mouth pulled on the pouted nipple. For months every morning the couple went through the daily discipline of doing it. Trudy would attach and twist each nipple-sucker keeping them centered on the nipple letting the inner suction pull at them and for fifteen minutes.
When they started Amber hadn’t thought much about it but that changed as time marched on. Truth was he’d suspected they’d been growing yet was afraid to admit it. Then as though a ‘Fairy-Godmother’ deemed it so his nipples started expanding in length until aided by the estrogen they grew.
Passing what was an acceptable appearance for a male they reached the half-inch mark before continuing on into an even more very feminine look of near three quarters an inch a few months later.
Amber felt so submissive lying on his back in bed as Trudy hovered over him. It had been so long since she’d done it part of him couldn’t believe she’d taken off his chastity cage.
“Baby you know you’ll need a bra now….these have to be protected ….Oh darling they are so fucking sexy….should I stop?....”
“No, no, no, no….please don’t.”
“Tell me then…you think they’re pretty too….don’t you darling?...let me hear you.”
“I think my nipples are pretty Mistress Trudy.”
“See now that wasn’t so difficult…your areolas also….oh dear heaven’s to Betsy I want to feel that lovely nub in my mouth again.”
Trudy lowered her lips encircling the areola and nipple as her free hand moved to the other breast. Mark could feel the estrogen rush exploding in his body like fireworks going off in the night sky.
The woman spread her fingers wide using just her thumb and forefinger she cupped his left breast from underneath giving it a jiggle.
Just hearing her say it made him feel utterly feminine.
“….they’re filling out more everyday….see how loose and free they are….it’s like they are begging to be played with….hmmm snookems…is my baby going to ask her dominant to play with them?”
With Trudy on top the two sets of legs of each scissoring between them she felt his heated 5” penis pressing against her thigh pulsing at hearing her described as the ‘dominant’.
“Please Mistress Trudy….please play with my pretty boobies.”
There he had said it…what no real man would ever ask….Between the two he acknowledged what he had…what a woman has…what a female enjoys…a pair of breasts with lovely areolas and luscious nipples…..lifting higher…pouting out….declaring their femininity.
Mouth open Trudy flicked at the firm nipple with her tongue extended. It was enough of a sensation he voluntarily spread his legs as Trudy moved between them. How things had changed….he now thought she looked so powerful hovering above him.
“My lovely Amber needs to get wet…..it feels so feminine spreading your legs ….it’s like you’re silently pleading with me to mount you.”
No real man ever lies on his back spreading his legs. It’s a classic sexual position reserved for submissive females. Should any woman witness it she’ll instantaneously seize the opportunity staking her claim as the true dominant between them. Once it shows itself in the bedroom submission spreads past its doors into daily activities.
He silently admitted it as he nodded his head. The woman slipped his little plaything in surrounding it with her feminine fluids lurking in her vagina canal. It only took a minute or two. Trudy squeezed her pussy muscles tight slamming her pelvis up and down on his near hairless mound. Out of his control just like a ‘sissy-maid’ would Amber spurted his cream out prematurely.
Trudy pulled away revealing the look of a spent male organ.
Moving past the libido drop the woman looked at him ready to dominate for reasons that included releasing her pent-up angst of male’s as a whole and her spouse Mark specifically. She was aware knowing his days as a husband were disappearing if not gone completely only to be replaced with those of a wife.
“I think you’d like to climax again….what woman wouldn’t want to?”
“But my …”
“Let’s not even call it a penis…look at how soft and wet and small it is…no…it looks more like a clitty now Amber…answer me …does my baby want another climax…it’s so nice being a woman…isn’t it?...we can have has many climaxes as we want…here I’ll show you….shall we call it your pussy…wait ‘til you see how wet we can make the inside of it…yes with plenty of lube you’ll feel as fertile as a girl of nineteen.”
The ‘Feeldoe’ company has been a leader in the field for a good twenty years. They patented the first ‘male-milking’ tool called ‘Arenos’ that massaged the prostate before developing a number of different woman-friendly dildos.
Trudy slipped his anal plug out before she slid the 100% Medical class IV silicone hands-free ‘Realdoe’ dildo in. Nestling the nifty ridges of the saddle against her clitoris spreading her labia to welcome the ‘pony’ end in her vagina she didn’t need to be told what to do with the ‘horse’ end.
The athletic woman a secret lesbian since college had trained her muscle groups conditioning the pelvic floor inside by holding her thighs together. It was enough to give her the confidence she’d likely fuck the masculinity out of her Amber once and for all on each thrust of the dildo inside his ‘pussy’ of an anal canal.
It was a seminal moment in their marriage. He looked on to see the realistic look of a black colored male-shaped ‘cock’ slide inside him. The sight of it shook him to his core aware he wouldn’t be the same person he once was after she was finished.
It just felt too good not to enjoy. Biting her lip playfully Trudy slathered plenty of lube on the first few times in and out.
“Mistress Trudy it looks so real.”
“Wait ‘til’ you see how it feels once I get going….Sweetie now just lie there like a good gurl…watch your dominant make you feel even more like the woman you are becoming.”
Amber clutched at his breasts he never knew a stiff phallus would feel so good.
Trudy could tell he was crossing over…moving into that mental place of femininity that comes from an abundance of estrogen snuffing out the last remaining scar tissue of his masculinity.
That’s the thing about being hypnotized and programmed combined with the HRT mentally one becomes a hybrid mix of what their version of being feminine is and what a ‘hypno-mistress’ is capable of creating. He’d always looked on women thinking they should be vivacious and compliant pretty yet buxom submissive yet playful so that is what he now sought to become.
Feminization hypnosis turns the desire inward instead of seeing the beauty and merely ‘wanting the woman’ through conditioning one ends up ‘wanting to become’ the woman hopefully acquiring the same beauty. It’s why Delilah and Marion used it daily on all three.
So many naïve male’s surfing on the web find themselves in that play-space. Unaware they are playing with fire they soon discover the powerful influence a dominant woman can have. With focused attention their minds become a clean palette accepting the brush strokes of artistry until the desire to be a feminine-being is their primary focus.
Drilling deep into the core of the subconscious once the idea reaches the seat of the ‘will and call to action’ one will pursue it relentlessly until it is achieved.
Next he let his mind wander curious to think of what kind of housewife he’d make. Amber knew from now on Trudy would forever be in charge shattering the myth of his former illusion in his male dominance.
Could he find the joy in being the domesticated and docile wife that devoted her life to her alpha spouse? Would Trudy make a 50’s housewife of a woman of her Amber?
Amber thought of all the crinoline and petticoats that kind of wife wore beneath their billowing skirts and dresses. Both penalized and celebrated for their sexuality a wife like that was put in the many different styles of girdles and body-shape wear and bullet bra’s under form-fitting evening gowns.
In that moment it hit him his denial finally evaporated he truly was growing his own breasts…’oh this estrogen it feels too good not to have more of it….I’m getting so emotional these days but I think I like living this way…oh what kind of wife will I make…will Mistress Trudy treat me nice…I’ve become so dependent on her."
A quick scoop of his breasts he squeezed both nipples as she fucked him.
'…not only will I be in bras I’ll have to be in bras…all the time …everyday…I wish I was better at putting on my face…I want to be pretty…I want to have long hair….eewww my nipples are sooo sensitive…their so long…what would the guys at the gym say if they saw me now…oh my goodness…what’s that?....It’s happening…...I can feel it….I’m going to climax….eeww that cock feels so nice…I don’t want to be a plain old male anymore….no, no I want to be a woman…ohhhh yes ohhhh yes….please mistress…eeewwww your cock feels so good’.
Trudy leaned down letting her own luscious breasts swing in front of his face. A look of envy on Amber’s face the woman had decided she was going to do it the only issue was when. Trudy was going to have him augmented up to a d-cup breast size to let him carry the burden of weight that came with beauty and volume.
The t-girl lifted his pretty legs high and wide in an act of surrender.
“That’s my Amber baby…it’s the definition of acceptance…to be open and receiving….come take my hand as I lead you to the Lady pond…we’ll keep you there forever.”
Amber squealed out.
“Oh my goddess….oh my goddess I’m having my orgasm….eeewww I climaxing…please don’t ever stop Mistress Trudy I want it to last until the end of time.”
Amber twisted and turned in front of the floor mirror briefly giving a tug to the bottom half of her bikini she looked at Mistress Trudy.
“Ma’am…my bathing suit is sooo tiny.”
Trudy smiled at her gurl.
“Just think of the tan-lines you’ll have on your pretty butt….besides how else can you show off your flower tattoo on your lower back.”
Amber turned once more liking the look of the colorful ‘tramp-stamp’ inked-on.
By the coffee machine in the office kitchen ‘Lucille’ looked at ‘Trisha’
“Amber seems different this morning doesn’t she Lucille?”
“Ms. Sampson told me the other day…. The smaller the bump the sweeter the gurl. She looks so smooth between her legs….oh wait do you mean…has she been…is she no longer a…has Amber lost her…”
“I think so….Let’s touch up our lipstick Lucy. I always feel better after doing that.”
“I do too…did you know they are having a sale in housewares at Henderson’s department store this weekend?”