'The blossoming of a DLC t-girl flower.' pt 1
Since her arrival Janice Palmer had become his biggest fan and harshest critic. His personal trainer his closest friend the shoulder he could cry on or the one who could make him laugh the loudest. His inspiration part muse part superior woman in-short she was becoming his Mistress the one he would come to obey and seek to serve in the days ahead wanting nothing more than to please her.
Ready to be leveraged on a moment’s notice Janice had a smoldering sultriness that lay right below the surface. The kind of woman who effortlessly could make others around her easily feel either enchanted by her or unworthy to be in her presence. Quick to pull up a laugh she hated insincerity and could detect it from a mile away.
The two had met while at a Saturday afternoon marketing event for restaurants there to show off their culinary delights. Her energy instantly pulled him in as he handed out ‘free wine or beer’ cards for the tavern he worked at. Defying his boss who wouldn’t take kindly to seeing him sitting Ryan stayed seated next to the attractive women for fifteen minutes.
The few dates they had following their first encounter Janice had learned he was an amateur writer who wished he could make a livelihood as an author. Paying his bills Ryan hoped his meager compensation for his marketing efforts would have him pulled into management as the restaurant group expanded their footprint with other locations being open in the near future.
Living a fair distance apart the two took to messaging regularly back and forth. As so often happens through open honest communication they developed more than a fondness for each other and they hadn’t even had sex yet. It finally came out late one night ‘I like to write…I’ve written two long novels with the same core characters carrying the narrative further in the follow up manuscript…though they need to be looked over and reworked at least that’s what one editor told me’. He next added ‘they’re in need of a fresh pair of eyes’.
While strides had been made as a whole total acceptance of t-girls as a norm was far from a given by society. He knew she would ask….the question was would he open ‘pandora’s box’ telling her some of the narratives involved dominant alpha women with their boyfriends being turned into lovely trans-girls.
“Janice the main characters are all feminine…I don’t know how to say this but they are dominant women …alpha females that know what they want in life….they’re not the stereotypical image most writers use with females …..you know where they get married and become housewives…these woman not only are feminists they consider themselves to be superior to males…..truth is they turn some of their boyfriends or husbands trans.”
Without hesitating assertively Janice spoke up
“I see it’s the gift of the feminine in some cases. Truth is you’re onto something as to female superiority being a woman like me I should know. I’ll help you with my perspective….Plan on me coming over and staying for awhile. …you’re stuck on your writing right?”
A brief pause on the phone call she added
“Look Ryan we both feel an attraction to each other so I’ll come move in and help you get unstuck…in many ways it will be an eye-opening experience I can assure you.”
“I feel that connection too Janice….Would you move in?…that would be awesome.”
“Very well then plan on me coming by to stay with you….we’ll see what we can add to developing your the manuscripts. It never hurts to have a new pair of eyes.”
The comment made Ryan think of her and how attractive Janice was.
“Especially when those eyes are so beautiful…”
“I enjoy the flattery yet it’s time you discover beauty can blossom in many if pursued…also we’ll need to explore deeper why women should be considered superior…with women making new strides in many professions they’re gaining greater control of their image in the media…at the same time the perception of males is changing too…the way they are portrayed now speaks to how immature so many really are.”
Having told Betty an overview of what he was writing Janice looked at her sister listening to her as she spoke. As a widower she had moved in with Betty after her sister was divorced and feeling low. It was something sisters did the two had always helped each other out and Janice knew her sister Betty needed her at the time.
“Turn him into one of the characters he writes about…writers always produce better narratives when they write from the first person ….Make him feel it…that feeling every woman has…that sense that she is being judged strictly for her appearance and not her mind.”
“Then you don’t mind me leaving?”
“On the contrary Janice you moving in helped me at the time yet now I would just as soon see a male being turned trans at your hand. They’re all so cocky let’s see how he feels when you take him deep into the world of the feminine….bring out his beauty develop a feeling of him being made to feel docile…helpless to your advances.”
“I will say I know how much you believe in the matriarchy Betty…I suppose this would be my way of acknowledging I do too. Having experienced it as married women who were treated less than being housewives ….it kind of turns me on thinking about doing it to a male…..Hmmm Mrs. Melissa Palmer…if I made a wife of him I’d name him Melissa.”
“I like it…let’s remember every woman needs a housewife….Look we both know there can only be one dominant in a relationship…you be that person Janice.”
“Betty since that is his books premise the thought occurred to me he may have a collection of feminine lingerie and outfits.”
Her sister smiled
“I’ve never liked the word crossdresser yet you just might have a novice one on your hands….get his measurements, his height his weight….let’s put a few things together. Remember your mantra should be always moving forward, always headed in the direction of your dreams.”
Walking in to Ryan’s home Janice removed her Hermes scarf tossing it on the chair in the living room. Seeing the woman remind him of her beauty. She walked right up and kissed him knowing it would activate the reptilian brain that lurks right below the surface in males. For months becoming good friends over the time the separation had fueled the possibility for an even deeper relationship.
“Janice I made some room in the closet….and here is a hard copy of my rough draft for later.”
Standing in the bedroom he turned and looked at Janice to see she had lifted the heavy suitcase onto the mattress. Effortlessly flipping it up made him realize she was a strong woman.
“We’ll use the dresser as well….I want you to put my intimate wear away and hang my clothes up while I set out my toiletries.”
Giving the room the once over she saw he had tried to make it more femininely appointed than most males would. With a penetrating stare she put her hands on her hips and looked at him. The fact that he blinked first and turned away told Janice something.
“For now I want you t address me as Ms. Janice…..Take whatever feminine items you have hidden away and put them out on the bed after you’ve arranged my things neatly.”
The challenging words brought out a moment’s hesitation on his part. She continued on.
“….tell me those are fresh panties you are wearing….slip your jeans off.”
Ryan slid the blue jeans down revealing a lacy thong.
“How did you know?....yes they could use a wash.”
“Panty lines dear every women can tell….besides most males need to learn a higher degree of cleanliness…it’s something I’ll be helping you to understand.”
His mind went to all the times he ‘thought’ about doing laundry yet didn’t.
Sitting in the chair near the window she opened her folio and wrote down some words. Looking up she noticed Ryan pulling his jeans back up.
“No…leave them off…I want you in just panties as you organize….say yes Ms, Janice.”
Being alone for so long he wasn’t used to being given orders.
“Yes Ms. Janice.’
In a few minutes time Janice had established her authority between them. Looking at Ryan she could tell he had a higher degree of femininity than she first thought. His body was near hairless and his skin appeared to have a softness to it most males never acquired.
It pleased her yet she wondered if he hadn’t had some help as feminine grooming is another extra layer of functionality that takes diligence to maintain.
“Come here…your skin honey…there is a certain delicateness to it.”
Ryan took a deep breath a little scared to make the admission.
“In doing research for my manuscripts I’ve stumbled onto a website that a woman runs…..hummm she has me on Pueraria Mirifica…it’s a ..”
Janice stopped Ryan finishing his sentence for him.
“Yes …it’s an herb found in Thailand that helps feminize a body be it masculine or feminine…a friend of mine took it…she went from an a-cup to a ‘c’ over time….it’s also a precursor foundation for a male before being put on HRT.”
Janice stood up after setting aside the folio she was writing in. Her hands ran along her slacks at the hips as she looked at him.
“I could go for some hot tea."
Ryan looked at her realizing she intended for him to get her some. Putting her hand up she looked at the thinned framed male.
“Stop…be it in a marriage or not this is how many women are treated. I’ve decided in writing what you are you need to learn to accept that perspective since so many females experience being treated as a servant. You’ll get a taste…actually more than a taste…trust me it will help in you finishing the story.”
Ryan nodded his head before reaching for his pants.
“What are you doing?”
“I was going to get your tea.”
“Put the pants down….just go to the kitchen in ‘your’ knickers….we’ll discuss things and what my expectations are upon your return…honey….”
The term of affection caught his attention briefly until she added ‘in my tea.”
She said it to help normalize him wearing panties wanting to take it out of just a feeling of it being a sort of fetish. While women enjoy lingerie and how creative its become in the array of designs in many ways they look at it as just ‘underwear’. By her way of thinking getting him used to wearing panties would open the door for other pieces of lingerie to be accepted as normal undergarments.
As he left Janice made an assessment as best she could tell curiosity may have started it yet he was now somewhere along the timeline of being a Cd though he had a distance to go before living full time in the Lady pond. She considered perhaps he was even in between that space where he needed to be outed and was hesitant still trying to more often hold on to a masculine way of living as the mood suited him.
Janice had a friend who was married to a crossdressing porn addict before they’d divorced. The woman called him a ‘fence sitter’ saying he would wank wearing lingerie watching porn yet run back to the shelter and comfort of male clothing once he had gotten his rocks off.
Ryan’s home was located in a secluded area yet he still looked around and out the windows as though someone else may see him in the cute thong as he made the tea. Waiting for the kettle of water to reach a boil Ryan thought about having brought up the admission he was ‘working with a woman’.
Truth was considering herself to be a transgender coach she was an online Mistress named DarkLady Camille that excelled in femming males. She also liked using aspects of the BDSM world as a tool for deeper levels of submission bringing out a higher degree of femininity.
Letting out a sigh he wondered how Janice would react when she learned it once he told her.
“Yes Ms. Janice.’
It had taken the better part of the afternoon for him to lay his feminine things out and have Janice go over them pruning out the unnecessary and those items that were tattered. What surprised her was just how many different fetish items and BDSM things he had. Seeing the two different chastity cages Janice contemplated how many times he ‘rubbed one out’ while living alone.
Silently she considered he would need to be put on a masturbation schedule determined there would be no unsupervised wanking. But first though would be the joy of the feeling only a vagina brings.
“Accommodation and acceptance…if love is there so too will be those qualities.”
Janice had put Ryan in a cute nightie she’d chosen from his collection of feminine clothing and intimate wear.
“I wasn’t sure if you would be upset finding out about Mistress DarkLady Ms. Janice.”
“Why would I…femininity is a powerful force in the universe….its energy brings with it a high attraction…clearly you have a need to experience more of it.”
As her milky breasts came into view Ryan let out a whimper. Leaning over to kiss him the woman let her sumptuous breasts touch his body as they lay in bed.
In some ways she admired him for just making the admission about Mistress Camille knowing males like keeping secrets. She had spoken with the Dominatrix only to find they were kindred spirits in total alignment that females were superior. Deciding to work together in transforming Ryan they concluded that every male a woman could turn trans was a demonstration of that fact.
As she lowered her head to kiss Ryan she took note how he closed his eyes in anticipation of taking it. She couldn’t help yet think it was a submissive act much like a docile female of a wife does.
Blessed with a pair of beautiful large d-cup breasts his eyes clouded with envy she saw how he looked at them. Her hand slid inside his panties letting her fingers delicately dance along the thin single line of hair on his mound.
Janice had decided to over-see his hot bath that night taking a strong interest she knew bringing him to have a meticulously focused feminine grooming regimen would help her quest to have him living full time as a t-girl. Before they’d left the bathroom his bushy unkempt pubic hair had been trimmed to a feminine look.
The details would be dealt with in the days ahead tonight she planned on establishing herself as the alpha in the bed. Just to make him feel sexy she pulled down the bra cup of the nightie. Janice noticed his lifted areola and nipple his breasts too seemed to be taking on a feminine shape and size.
Her lips pounced on the attractive protrusion slathering it with wetness from her mouth. Teasing and tugging she pulled on the firm piece bringing out a soft coo from him. The more she thought about it she liked the idea of a woman taking a male and turning him into a feminine t-girl.
“Baby pull your nightie off.”
Writing his book for some time he had wondered what it would be like to be addressed like he was a pretty woman. Her hands slid both his legs out wide from the inner thighs. The moment Janice slipped between his legs she lifted up to let him see how powerful she looked hovering above.
The woman could see it in his eyes. Like a bride on her wedding night he was prepared to be taken by Janice. It was a clear violation of rules male operated with…never be the one being mounted.
Janice turned up the volume of the first song on her 'Spodify' list as the music played on in the back ground the mood took on one of romance and mystery….and for Ryan the hope that another person could make a positive difference in somebody’s life. She was the type of female who recognized the value of ‘old school ‘ 50, 60 and 70’ hits as though they spoke to your soul.
Sliding his panties off Janice planned on putting him in chastity the next morning. Impressive in size and length? No…yet his 5” penis was as hard as it had ever been. Her breasts jiggled as she lifted up and slid her pussy back down on the cock.
Like a tough butch lesbian Janice let out a feminine grunt as if to say ‘there I’ve captured it’.
“Honey …just lie back…you look like a good girl like that…your woman is in control.”
Ryan couldn't help raising a blush to his cheeks he pursed his lips putting a cute feminine smile on his face as he briefly shook his long hair. Janice saw the pinkish hue and could feel it turning her on even more. It was the kind of feeling an alpha woman gets when she feels the power of intentionally taking masculinity away from a male.
She looked down at him letting her finger glide across his eyebrow while thinking 'I'm going to make you so beautiful, so docile so girlish you'll forget you ever were a just a boy in the hands of a woman'.
Often imitated never duplicated there is nothing else in the world that feels like the warmth and wetness of a vagina. Go back throughout the history over centuries…a woman’s pussy had toppled many a King and Prince and lesser males.
“Here I come again.’….the Dolly Parton song acted as a clarion call to what would lay ahead in the weeks to follow.
The 50’s hit ‘Cara Mia’ came on next as they kissed and clutched appreciating the soft touch of each other….’Must me we say goodbye….each time we part my heart wants to die….ohhhhhh darling hear my prayer…cover me Cara Mia…I’ll be in love…till the end of time….ahhhhhh Cara Mia mine….’
Janice liked being on top to start things off she appreciated the idea of staring him in the eyes as he was taken like a woman.
“That’s its darling…feel my energy….oh sweetie you’re little clitty of a plaything feels nice.”
He stared back on hearing the feminizing of his most masculine body part. Janice kissed him long and hard.
Why are women superior, for one they can take a male’s breath away simply by kissing them another reason is a woman has the ability to raise a male’s body temperature making him hot and bothered by pressing her body against his.
Out of breath on her kissing he could feel his temperature rising.
‘Hold me, hold me never let me go until you tell me what I want to know….thrill me kiss me…let me tell you I’m in love with you….”
Mel Carter sang the song yet it was Ryan this night that felt like they were his words.
“….They told me sensible with your new love…don’t be fooled thinking this will be the last you’ll find…..but they never stood in the dark with you love…..when you take me in your arms and drive slowly out of my mind…kiss me kiss me…and I’ll know you’ll miss me…make me tell you I’m in love with you….”
Enjoying her selection of songs and the feeling of his penis inside her Janice next spun around her pussy still engulfing his cock she lowered her back down on his chest. With the dexterity of a Cirque du Soleil performer her head slid to the side to look at him as her arm wrapped under his neck and around his. Taking his hands she let them hold and cup her breasts.
Ryan squeezed and jostled and jiggled her boobies hoping he could do it until the end of time. Like any male he had a deep fascination with breasts and relished the chance. Arching her back Janice reached down and tickled his balls.
“Enjoy tonight’s freedom…tomorrow you’ll be locked in chastity.’
She felt his cock pulsate after saying the word.
Don McClean’s song ‘Crying’ came on…
“I was alright… for a while …I could smile… for a while…..but when I saw you last night …you held my hand so tight when you stopped to say hello…and though you wished me well ….you couldn’t tell….that I’d been cryingggggg over you ….cryingggg over you…”
Ryan his penis firm and wet looked at Janice taking in her beauty …feeling it reach his heart…opening it up. It had been sooo long since he’d last been in love.
“….then you said so long…left me standing all alone…..alone and crying…crying cryingggg…trying to understand that the touch of your hand…can start me crying .. I thought that I was over you …but its true …I love you even more than I did before…..but darling what can I do…you don’t love me…I’ll always be crying over you….”
Once more she spun around to be on top between his legs only now she lifted them to hang along the sides of her hips. Her hands assertively reached out and took hold of his. Looking like a wrestler about to pin an opponent Janice started slamming her pelvis hard against his frame. It made the same kind of noise a male makes when he is doing like-wise when fucking a girl.
“Yes that’s it Melissa…wooo you feel good…I needed a nice fuck.”
It came out as a question from Ryan.
“Yes baby isn’t it pretty…..tell your Domina Janice you like it….later you can let me know what you’ve done with these lovely nipples…you’re doing more than taking the femme herbs I can tell.”
Everything was coming into focus blowing his mind. Being treated like a woman, being fucked like a submissive female, being called a female name, having his budding nipples played with…it was becoming too much for him.
‘La Mer’…the song in French sung by Julio Ilglesias played out..
‘La Mer….Qu’on voit danser le long dees golfes clairs….ahhhh des reflets d’argetnts…La Mer….Des reflets changeants Sous la pluie….’
Singing about the sea as it dances along the shores sounded so romantic as only a French song can.
“….the sea changing shimmers under the rain…the sea with the summer sky….”
“Oh Domina Janice it feels so good….ohhhh, ohhhhh, ohhhhh….I can’t hold back any longer …please make me come…please I beg of you.”
The soft melody simmering with an undercurrent of sexuality was helping to expose his feeling of vulnerability.
She smiled feeling like the conquering hero. Tempering her movements she guided into a slow steady pace designed to bring out his ‘Venus envy’. Without making the usual sounds she silently had her own climax.
“Melissa darling I want you to tell me…have you ever thought about what it would be like becoming a woman….. it feels so nice living a feminine life …every day you get to wear the prettiest lingerie…the way it caresses your body with soft silkiness…”
Just as she said it Janice lifted off his body
His body grew slack frustrated to see he wouldn’t be orgasming. A kiss to his cheek sealed it for ‘Melissa’…he knew he had fallen in love with Janice as she went to her side of the bed to go to sleep.
Tactical in its maneuver she wondered how many women had been treated the same way without climaxing after servicing a male in bed.
Sitting at the vanity table Melissa was amazed at how thin he looked in the corset skilled in the art of bringing out one’s beauty Janice had cut and styled his hair into a cute looking layered appearance that was working its way to his shoulders. Now with a pretty platinum blond look Melissa hadn’t realize how easy it was to change his hair color in one afternoon.
4 months in to her stay it had become his daily habit to sit and listen as Janice continued his education in how to do his makeup.
“There baby let me see you brush on your powdered blush.”
The two breast pumps affixed to his chest he was careful not to touch them. A glance down showed him how lifted inside the clear plastic they were giving a hint of what his real breasts could look like. As his fingers gently ran the brush in small circle’s he looked at the bottles containing the female hormone pills. The two rested adjacent the 6” life-like dildo with a suction cup.
Discussing it with Mistress Camille Janice had known the temptation of seeing the pills on his vanity table would build a desire to take them. By the end of his 1st month he had made the choice to go on HRT
So much had happened with Janice living with him. More female clothing was added to his closet. He had bagged up most of his male things the first week only to see Janice drive the hefty bags to the Goodwill store with him sitting in the passenger seat.
That too had been an experience. It was the first time he had gone out of the house dressed completely ‘en femme’.
Preparing for his latest session Melissa pointed his toe watching as Janice guided the stockings up his leg. Finishing with the other one she had her budding flower of a t-girl stand so she could hook the tabs of the garters. The sensations of smooth stockings on hairless legs expanded within him. Stepping into the new pair of 4” high heels only added to the feelings.
“I want you to have a lovely feminine ‘V’….both from your hips up and between your legs.’
Melissa looked down to see the ‘clitty’ jewelry of a chastity cage.
Both staring in the floor mirror the woman ran her hands along the outline of the tight corset. Melissa let out a gentle sigh happy he’d been losing weight from his dieting. Taking the breasts pumps off Janice had Ryan put on the pair of nipple-suckers. Odd in their look he could feel them pulling at his nipples reshaping them to a feminine appearance.
“Alright Melissa you’re ready for your session with Mistress DarkLady Camille…remember to greet her properly….after all like me she is your superior.”
End of part one…