Katy Stewart slipped her hand under the skirt of her former husband it pleased her to see him at the sink washing the dishes like a diligent housewife should. Tara turned a nervous smile on his face the t-girl held still to accept the kiss to his cheek as his pretty bottom was being played with.
On the mobile phone with her mother Anne she let her hand roam around giving a playful slap to his ass as she pulled it out.
“Hold on mother…I’ll be right there….Tara honey I want you napping this afternoon…..put on the cute little powder-blue ‘Babydoll’ and curl up with your favorite stuffed teddy-bear. Tonight will be fun, just think your first womanless beauty contest. I’m so glad we bought you some new bra and pantie sets being a b-cup now you’ll fill out the evening gown quite nicely.”
A look at her 4 carat diamond engagement ring the t-girl replied.
“Yes Domina once I finish dusting the bookshelves I’ll lie down Ma’am.”
Katy picked off a fresh grape from the serving bowl on the table.
“I couldn’t agree with you more mother…every woman needs a housewife….What time do things get going at the Pixie club mom?...Ok…. We’ll swing by and collect you….I’m going dash off now and lay out my Tara’s bra and pantie and set for this evening. ”
Laying the embroidered lace underwear on the bed Katy thought of the day she’d brought Tara in for her fitting. The woman intentionally had dressed him to look like a teenager ready for a rite of passage.
Adorned with a childish look of a colorful butterfly on front the cap sleeve t-shirt showed a hint of torso while the shorty shorts highlighted his shapely legs finishing in the platform heels so many young girls wear to make them feel older. At a kiosk inside the mall Katy bought him a lollipop telling him to lick at it as they walked to his destiny.
Katy called the ritual the ‘Eliza Doolittle effect’ having made arrangements she planned on changing his look from a teen coed to that of a young Lady all in the space of an afternoon’s bra fitting capped off with a surprise.
The cotton-candy lippy went with the bubble-gum pink polish on his fingers making Tara feel even more girlish as the two made their way through the fine dresses department. Sucking on the lollipop part of him felt so silly wearing the high-waisted ‘Winnie the Pooh’ panties and training bra splashed with characters from the iconic children’s story.
Arriving at the intimate wear section Tara was overwhelmed feeling like he was at the epicenter of the inner-sanctum of femininity.
The seasoned sales-woman turned to look.
“Katy Stewart…my it’s been some time…so nice to see you…and what have we here?...a lovely thing blossoming into womanhood ready for her new brassiere.”
“Say hello Tara.”
The pair of pigtails bounced looking pubescent as he smiled with his head bobbing saying ‘Hello Ma’am’. For the past hour he’d been feeling the tickle of the tiny white string grazing his inner thigh
“You’ll have to pardon the dust of the 2 man work crew …they’re installing some new lighting.’
Whisked away to the changing area Gertude was non-plussed when she saw Tara naked with penis looking like small turtle in a tiny shell. The curtain kept open Tara held still as the woman ran her cloth tape measure back and forth around and down.
“Yes definitely a b-cup…such lovely areolas…it’s time she’s made to see the woman in her.”
Gertrude stuck her head outside the changing room.
"Cody come here."
A girl of 26 appeared at the entrance stifling a giggle at seeing Tara’s small penis. Throwing both hands up he did his best to cover his breasts turning away to shield them. It brought another giggle from the younger sales clerk as she saw the white string dangling between his legs.
“Bring me pieces from Agent Provocateur and La Perla…34 b and size 6 pantie…we want pretty and hyper-femme.”
“One other thing…some tissue, your makeup bag and hair brush.”
Katy took the box of tissues pulling a few out she told Tara to bend over in front of the two sales women.
“There let’s remove your tampon ‘Aunt Flo’ has left for the month.”
A half dozen bra and pantie set’s on the bench seat Tara spun around to take in his new look.
Gertrude spoke as she slid the frilly garter-tabs through the pantie opening.
“Now when a young lady feels she might need to remove her panties quickly ….she’ll always want them on the outside of her suspender belt…you just never know when your look attract a man ready to take action….let’s have you sit while we bring in the stockings and heels…..Cody work your magic with her hair and makeup.”
20 minutes later Tara appeared as though she’d picked up 10 years. A sultry look to her eyes awash in deep purple mascara Cody had created a more mature ladylike image brushing Tara’s hair out to go with the made up face.
Tara could feel her bottom cheeks roll on each footfall as she strutted back and forth in the 4” pumps. Just then the older man of the work crew stood looking in at the group.
“Ms. Gertrude the lights out front are all fixed….I put a do no enter sign up at the changing room area entrance….so be careful when you guys walk out…I’m afraid this area will be closed off so we can get to it.”
“Thank you Fred….appreciate you getting it done ahead of schedule…tell me what do you think of the lovely thing in her new lingerie?”
“She is gorgeous…what is she 30, 32 or something….to be honest I’m getting hard just looking at her.”
Tara felt a wave of femininity flow over him the idea that he would excite a man sexually with his looks had never occurred to him.
Katy spoke up.
“Oh you poor thing. Draw closer perhaps Tara can alleviate your dilemma.”
“Sure thing glad to help…would you mind it’s kind of a turn on if she calls me ‘daddy’.”
Fred didn’t need to be told twice bashfulness never a shortcoming of his he loosened his toolbelt whipping off his t-shirt with the union logo on the breast-pocket. As his cock came into view perhaps it was the months of female hormones yet Tara felt compelled to fall to his knees.
A look at his domina Katy Tara opened his lips letting them glide along the shaft. At times a lazy bastard Fred sat on the bench-seat just for the comfort of it. His hand pumping the hard dick up and down Tara licked at the head swirling his mouth over the sensitive piece while Cody, Katy and Gertrude looked on.
“Hey boss …you want I should go get us some sandwiches for…”
The young apprentice let his words trail off watching Fred getting a blowjob. A bemused look in their faces the 3 women motioned him in.
Turned outward Tara sitting on Fred’s lap his hands on his waist moving him up and down the t-girl cooed out feeling its presence inside him ‘Ohhhh Daddy…your cock feels so thick’.
The younger electrician unzipped letting his penis jut out. Tara did his best to suck him off while pleasing Fred.
Lenny O’Leary looked out from the door opening to see club Pixie filling up. His career as a conservative talk show host seemed to be another lifetime ago.
Having moved in with Tab and his subby man-boi Jason 7 months earlier he’d thought he would always be on the 2nd floor of Club Pixie serving drinks in his leather thong like the other men.
Part of him had enjoyed being turned submissive-gay with it somehow abdicating his former need to take responsibility for his actions. What he hadn’t realized in his past life was just how much he liked sucking the cock of an alpha male.
8, 10 pounds a month seem to leave his frame the smoothie drinks tasted so healthy yet when the bumps appeared in his breast ducts they brought with a level of concern. It had taken time yet after the 6 laser hair removal treatments his body was a smooth as a baby’s butt. Lenny also noticed a puffiness to his nipples and areolas the softer his skin became.
There were times he would just take to crying a romantic movie or worse a sad one could easily send him off into a crying jag for minutes.
An eye for progression Ms. Janet had let him know she was shifting him to the 3rd floor. Everyone knew it was where the t-girls performed. Shaking his longish hair he listened free of complaint feeling docile. Her words brought a spike in his emotions at being informed by the clubs GM Ms. Janet that he was to be made a t-girl.
Prancing around in just panties their pert breasts in view the t-girls Tammy, Amber and Barbie looked at the latest addition to their group of males turned feminine by the woman.
Walking into the upstairs changing area for the t-girls Janet ran herd over the room.
“Girls I want you to make Laura feel at home…she’s going to need your help learning all the things you have since you first arrived.”
Like anyone he possessed an ego mind-set that had his inner-voice urge him look to the future with fear. His worry came with a free-floating anxiety that said he wasn’t sure what would happen yet ‘he just knew it would be bad’.
If not looking at the future the inner-dialogue had him think of the past filled with regret and remorse. Rarely did his ego have him feel comfortable in the present moment.
There had been days when Lenny wondered what had happened to him. He was first turned gay yet now like it. Back when he was spewing out his gay-bashing commentary on his popular cable Tv show homosexually was something he used to detest. Now he was being turned trans filled with female hormones taking over his endocrine network until he’d be left with a body displaying its womanly features.
Amber walked up to ‘Laura’ with Barbie and Tammy following her.
“Come Laura honey we’ll help you feel like one of us.”
Moira Montague looked at her phone to see the call from Katy her real-estate agent come in. Being the owner of club Pixie the woman was pleased at Katy finding the new location that was soon to be finished with a larger sized building.
“Hi Katy…you did a marvelous job finding us that new spot…I must say it’s perfect.”
“Sure Moira glad to do it…besides if I hadn’t met you and Janet I never would have thought to make a t-girl housewife of my husband.”
“How is your Tara? I take it she’s adjusting to .life as a lovely domesticated spouse.”
“Yes…..I bought her an engagement ring…a real flashy 4 carat diamond. We’re making arrangements to renew our vows…..except this time I’ll be the one wearing the pants and she’ll be in the wedding dress.”
“Good...as it should be…now keep that date I mentioned open…Janet has brought in one new candidate and is working on another that will make a nice looking t-girl for our womanless beauty pageant to open the club’s new building.”
“Janet mentioned something about that…his name is Laura now…I guess Lenny O’Leary won’t have to worry about ratings anymore huh?”
“No he is a thing of the past with the life of a t-girl to be lived in the days ahead …wait until you see the thin little cutie Janet is also working on… a real piece of eye-candy…..names going to be Bambi….like your Tara she’ll be in the womanless beauty contest also the evening of our grand opening gala.”
“Sounds nice …my mother Anne said to say hello….I’ll be bringing her along with me and Tara.”