Lucille stood with feet together in the elevator there was something about looking down at the pointed toes of her 3” high heels that she liked. The former male musculature had long since left both his arms leaving him little choice but to have them hang benignly harmless along the sides of his feminized body.
That morning in his bra and panties slipping on his dress he’d thought the hem was just a little too short but decided to wear it anyway. Having taken to the feel the way any hem danced on his legs when he walked had become such a turn on.
Looking straight ahead the strap of his purse being held by delicate fingers with nails varnished in red the elevator's polished steel allowed Lucille to give a quick review of his makeup. Driven by so many months of estrogen his feminine vanity had demanded he acquire a higher level of competency in putting on a pretty face.
His womanly intuition increasing the longer the female hormones had overtaken his endocrine network told him he was being stared at. Now like so many of the gender he was becoming the t-girl felt the vulnerability that expands with being viewed as a mere feminine sexual object.
Awash in curls that reached his shoulders he gave a shake to the lovely look of the permed platinum colored hair. Lucille didn’t know what else she could do so the secretary smiled using it as a defense mechanism just as any other woman might feeling endangered at her sexuality.
The procedure was called ‘a Brazilian butt lift’ for a fee of $8,000 the t-girl had his waistline reduced using liposuction that left behind better hip definition and a full rounded pretty bottom. The look even J-lo would be proud of each cheek seemed to move and jiggle on their own whenever Lucy strutted in high heels.
A group of three older women all in a row stood behind him acting as a wall separating Lucille from the tall man in the back of the elevator. Despite being in lifted pumps Lucy was still short enough the beefy male would look down at her.
The ping of the bell let the group of 3 know their floor had arrived.
“I love that floral pattern on your dress.”
Lucille let a smile silently express her gratitude at hearing the compliment from the one.
The older of the three told her friends on exiting ‘I could never get away with wearing such a short hem’.
There it was again that sense of being stared at. Why did he have to be so handsome? The thought floated in her mind something inside Lucille was glad the recent growth spurt had pushed her breasts into a respectable b-cup size. Closing her eyes pursing her lips briefly into a smile the t-girl tried to picture the man naked. How different things had become it had only been near a year or closer to two when he was the one doing the leering.
Surrounded in the buffed-out metal it felt like being in a hall of mirrors at a circus. He watched the reflection as the muscled arm reached out. It would only be a second or two until it landed. Was the alpha male really going to caress his pretty butt right there in the elevator? His body moved forward so close to Lucille. The thought flashed through her mind ‘He looks so strong….it makes me feel weak’.
“Geez I meant to hit the button for the 23rd floor.”
Lucy squeaked out the high pitch a result of practicing diligently to have a voice match the look of a feminine frame.
“Sir I can to do that for you.”
The pointed ‘V’ of the front of her chiffon dress showed off a hint of the lacy bra. The t-girl was so glad the recent manicure still displayed how pretty fingers can appear.
“Thanks doll….I must say your nails look lovely….they’re sooo long why I bet you have trouble opening a jar of jam.”
What he said was true. Two nights before at home she’d tried to open a new bottle of pickles yet failed. Lucille had discovered with nails past their tips it took time to adjust using just the pads of her fingers. Combined with the loss of strength in his arm muscles the t-girl was likely as weak as a box full of newborn kittens.
Lucy turned a quick flutter of the curled lashes darkened and drenched in mascara had her replying as she splayed her one hands fingers.
“That’s such a nice thing to say sir….Midnight romance…that’s the name of the color.”
“Well I was going to also say you have a great ass sweetheart…it was all I could do not to reach out a give it a manly squeeze.”
The angelic girl in her said ‘no’ yet the wanton woman in her said ‘yes’. Pivoting at her hips turning Lucy lifted the hem to show off her pretty butt. Billed as the most comfortable Original Rise Lace Thong glad she’d worn her sheer ‘Hanky-Panky’s’ biting her lower lip she gave a slight nod of her head.
His meaty hands looking masculine with fingers thick as sausages he grabbed her bottom cheeks and squeezed. She felt her body pulled to his as he demonstrated why he was an alpha.
“My name’s Hunter….Hunter Thames like the river…I’ve been wanting to kiss you since the first floor.”
“That’s the name of the building…Hunter Thames and Associates ….I’m supposed to be dropping off this envelope for my boss on 22.”
“Yeah I own it…this building and some others…you one of Delilah Sampson’s employees?...let me have the envelope.”
Handing it to him she replied.
“Yes sir….my name is Lucille….I’m a secretary for her company.”
Hunter bent down and kissed Lucy. He let his hands roam once more all over her smooth skinned bottom.
“Mister Hunter…sir…I must tell you…I’m not like all the other women you might think of.”
Hunter pulled back a smile on his face he spoke.
“Oh wait…you’re one of her converts…very nice I see she’s done it again.”
His hand dropped down to feel the small bump of the chastity cage hidden behind the Hanky-Panky thong.
“I ‘kinda’ suspected looking at your legs…which by the way are gorgeous. T-girls have that ligature right at the junction on their knees….hey don’t get me wrong once I bed you you’ll see I have no issue with trans-girls.”
Lucille let her breasts rub against his thick chest hoping he’d touch them through her dress and bra. She just loved the feeling of being kissed again by a tall dark stranger.
“You must have been a ‘bad boy’ for her to turn you into a woman. We’re good friends…done a few deals with her…. Delilah is quite the feminist…nothing like turning a male trans to make him see the light of the feminine.”
“Yes sir I was a real shite…she’s my keyholder. I never realized wearing a chastity cage and being on female hormones my little plaything of a clitty would shrink so small.”
“Fuck that’s sexy the way you say that Lucille….That’s at turn on for me baby….bend over …show me…you’re plugged aren’t you gurl?...Delilah does it with all her t-girls she’s transitioning. She told me she likes to remind them they’re fuckable.”
Easily thin enough to do it spreading her legs Lucy bent at the waist flipping the hem of her dress up to rest on the shelf made by having a lovely round feminine butt. The sexy looking flower tattoo ran across her lower back a good 6”. The t-girl couldn’t help herself Lucille wiggled her bottom much like any other gurl might in the same circumstance.
Hunter let his index finger pulled the thong to the side exposing the jeweled plug. Just then the elevator bell rang. The door on 22 opened. Keeping his hand on her back holding her position Hunter threw the envelope out just before the door of the elevator closed. For a brief moment he slid behind hands on her hips he dry-humped Lucy.
“Ok you better lift up…we’ll walk out together….remind me to call 22 and let them know a letter is there by them elevator”
Giving off a girlish giggle Lucy stood straight up as her hands collect her hair in back before letting it drop on her shoulders.
“Move your hair again…has she marked you with a couple of tat’s there as well?”
“Yes sir…it’s the female empowerment symbol… a raised woman’s fist inside the international female sex symbol….next to it are the Gay-Pride rainbow colors.”
Lucille held her breath at seeing the size of his home as the Maserati drove along the crushed gravel leading to the mansion.
Once inside the foyer with Lucy kissing his neck up and down she felt the zipper in back being lowered. As it fell puddling at her feet she thought he was a gentleman the way he held her hand helping her step out of it. Lucille had been dreaming of what it would feel like to reach behind an unhook her bra in front of a man that was going to make love to her.
“Babe slip your panties off…I like seeing a caged male penis on a body turned womanly. You don’t call that a cock do you?”
“You mean my gurlie-clitty….No sir.”
Hunter swept the t-girl off her feet at hearing her response.
On her tippy-toes a naked Lucille lightly ran towards the spacious bed loving how her butt wiggled on each foot fall. Her heart beating fast she wondered just how feminine she would feel with a real cock inside her. Would she feel that feeling of being turned into a ‘woman’ any girl gets at being deflowered losing her virginity?
One hand hefted his ‘package’ as Hunter let the other run across his chest thick with matted hair. Being an alpha he wanted Lucy to feel the difference of the firm muscles and strength he had versus her softer body. Wrapping his arms around her he squeezed hard enough she felt vulnerable yet safe feeling a level of protection.
Lucille took it upon herself to focus on his pleasure. Slinking down she let her thin fingers lightly touch his hard dick. Being a man at one time she knew enough to compliment his ego on the size of the body part.
“Eeww your cock looks so big.”
“It’s going to feel even larger once it’s inside you.”
The t-girl felt a moment’s pang of jealousy at seeing his own penis locked in chastity knowing his days of dominating in bed were behind him.
Enjoying seeing how majestic it proudly stood out truth was she liked getting the chance to suck the real thing. The conditioning having set in Lucille had spent so much time practicing with her dildos the t-girl knew what to do. Her mouth dipped down leaving a lipstick mark as motivation to go farther seconds later. Shaking her pretty hair made her feel so feminine as her head bobbed up and down.
Her fingers gripped the piece at its base letting her slather the shaft with wetness. Her tongue playfully ran along the many big and small violet colored veins. Reaching the top her lips put on a pout as they moved over the head of the cock.
“Oh fuck yea such a pretty cocksucker…just like that…yesss that’s why I love t-girls….once they realize they’ll never be a man any more they turn so passionate.”
A burst of estrogen ran through Lucille on hearing it. Now destined to live a feminine life she knew he was right.
Lucy could feel the sexy weakness a woman sometimes has knowing her lips were meant to please when in bed with a man. The thought of it only made her feel even more womanly.
Hunter let his hand caress her face. Like any docile t-girl she cooed out submissively. All the discomfort and even pain from the many laser hair removal treatments had now been worth it.
Hunter stood up and stroked his cock one handed as he grabbed his phone.
“Baby on all fours while you suck….I’ve got some friends that will get a kick out of seeing this.”
He didn’t know why he said it yet Lucille feeling the looseness of her breasts as they jiggled let the words flow out.
“Say that again I hadn’t started my phone’s video.”
Lucille smiled letting her hand slid up and down the shaft.
Her body slipped up and back as her mouth slid on the hard dick it was all she could do to move past the gag-reflex.
“Babe does it turn you on to know a group of men sitting around a clubhouse are going to be watching this in about ten minutes…hell give it a day and it will be on the internet…you know what they say once something is on the web it never leaves.”
Lucy suddenly realize to a group of masculine strangers she would be seen much like a pole dancer at a strip club…a feminine being that was objectified purely for her looks as though absent any brains.
“Very nice Jack and Fred and the guys will get a charge out of seeing this…that’s enough turn and face the floor mirror…no longer a man I want you to see the look on your face when I take away your cherry….by the time I’ve come you’ll like it so much you’ll understand why its best you’ll always be a woman from now on.”
Lucille let out a small yelp on feeling the plug being taken out. Sliding in back Hunter let fly with a couple of quick fanny spanks pleased to see the slight ripple of skin on a bottom turned feminine.
Thick with lust the cock kept moving inside and out with purpose.
“You’ve got beautiful breasts Lucy….you must feel so feminine knowing you’ll always be wearing lingerie…hmmmm does my baby like becoming a woman?…just another pretty airhead secretary now….. hoping to find a man to take care of her…wanting a dominant to run her life….telling her what to wear and how to act….giving up her freedom in exchange for learning how to please an alpha male.”
This time the three fanny spanks to Lucy’s butt were harder than she thought they might be. It was enough her playful screech had a hint of stinging pain in its expression.
“You’ll find I expect obedience…you’re just a submissive woman now…in our relationship the sooner you learn you here for my pleasure the better….say yes daddy I know how to obey my man."
How many women had been put in the same spot once married as though penalized for their sexuality?
“Yes daddy…I know how to obey my man….my life is now about pleasing you in most everything I do.”
It was in that moment Lucille understood she truly had become what she had once pursued back in her days as a man. Now she was a gurl about to be deflowered into womanhood aware she would be like a devoted wife who’d focus on her feminine appearance and clothing as way of pleasing her husband.
A look between her legs after a shake of her long hair hanging down had her gaze at the locked chastity cage as it slid back and forth.
Hunter picked up on it straight away slowing his pace he leaned forward his hands moving Lucy’s hips he whispered.
“Go ahead darling let your chastity tears come out…after all a gurl has a right to get wet when she is being shagged.”
“Ohh daddy you feel so good….eeewwww, eeewwww, eeewwwww.”
Lucille let his hand come up and caress his breasts thinking his pouting nipples had never felt so sensitive.
The ‘tears of chastity’ oozed out from the spiral openings behind the metal restraint.
Hunter next focused on coming inside his gurl his stiff cock burrowed deep inside the anal track he held still on feeling it pulsate.
Lucille arched her back her pretty rounded butt cheeks holding still she felt the burst of heated fluid. Two more quickly followed then another three after that. Turning her head her look let Hunter know she needed to be held perhaps even comforted.
“Here darling…that’s my woman….I’m here for you…you’ll discover I’m stern yet caring.”
The feeling of being in Hunter’s grasp settled Lucille down as she took to crying while he caressed her like a lover does. He’d been right all those words Hunter said hadn’t been spoken out of malice but rather love with the need to have her realize her hint of lingering masculinity was vanquished forever.
Hunter smiled after he kissed her smooth cheek.
“I don’t know what it is but after a good fuck I always get hungry.”
“Daddy if it pleases you let me run down to the Kitchen…I’ve taken a cooking class or two the last year …I’ll whip up something special for you.”
Thin and lithe Lucy looked so girlish as he slid off the bed with Hunter still lightly holding his hand.
“Baby…you know I wasn’t trying to be mean there…it’s just that if you’re going to be my wife you need to forget all about those days you had as a male. I’ll be the man around this house”
Lucille slid back to Hunter sliding on his lap as she balled up into a curl.
“Are you saying what I think you’re saying?”
“Yes Honey …call it love at first sight yet I love you as much as you love me.”
Lucille couldn’t help herself this time the crying wasn’t her tears of chastity but rather tears of love sent directly from her heart.
End of part 4 …