'The power of a petticoat.' p2 by DLC's alyssa
Larry Wilkens sat at the other end of the bar watching with the rest of the onlookers as Evelyn and her emasculated subby hubby left. He pulled the floppy hat he used when fishing down a little to cover the male-bun his hair was tied in. Softly he spoke “He’s going to make for a good ‘Cuc’.”
The barkeep nearby swooshed the damp bar-rag across the treated wood God only knew how many germs lay in its fabric. It came out as one word.
“Thinking about football Hanker….I said good luck….those ‘Lightening Strikers’ are going to need it this year.”
Hank the bartender stopped what he was doing. As though a sports team’s fortunes matter in one’s life he spoke.
“Every year they turn out to be such a disappointment yet we all keep watching.”
“They call it ‘identity fusion’….. it’s in our DNA wherever one is from they are raised to learn to support the warriors of their village…..how’s it go?….if they live on the other side of the river they’re a threat and we must hate them.”
A lifelong Cd Larry had managed to keep it a secret that he truly enjoyed sucking cock and getting pegged by the same while dressed femme.
Hank turned back to look at the barfly leaning over staring at him while waving his empty bottle of beer.
“Yea…I’m coming I’m coming.”
Just that morning Larry had said the same thing while masturbating. Cruising the popular site known as tvCHIX had gotten his engines revved up. There were so many beautiful crossdressers and transitioning t-girls in different stages there it made him jealous he hadn’t come out full-time yet.
He had toyed with female hormones enough it had given him diminished body hair with a pair of puffy nipples and areolas.
His head turned to hear the commotion at the front door. A young 30-something male struggled to get his suitcase past the half-open door. Yanking the handle on the piece that had two wheels it seemed like he had had a long day.
“Here…let me get that for you…..names Larry.”
Dark brown hair to his shoulders spiced with lighter highlights surrounded his face enough it made him appear cute. Both hands swooped up and slid the hair behind his ear exposing his ear studs.
“I’m Joseph..I didn’t think I’d ever get in town.”
The voice soft spoken almost feminine in tone had him smiling after saying it.
“Why don’t you grab a spot over here….I have a seat open next to me.”
At a thin 153 pounds and 5’ 9” Larry didn’t consider himself overweight yet when he saw Joseph’s thinner frame and diminished height a few inches shorter than him he thought he could be easily handled in bed if he got him there.
The seduction started formulating in Larry’s mind. The Cd considered it to be an asset that he could convert straight males to the joys of dressing feminine. If confronted by the fact that he had a room’s closet filled with women’s clothing it was easily explained away as his former wife’s who’d died a few years back.
A couple of drinks in feeling comfortable with Larry Joseph pulled out his I-Phone.
“I need to see if I still have a Hotel room…a cancelled flight …the one I was on delayed….what a hassle.”
“Hey put that away…you can stay at my home. It’s not far from here in Briar Ridge.”
“You live in Briar Ridge….those houses are nice there….are you sure you wouldn’t mind? That would be a load off my shoulders.”
“The county seems to agree, you should see my real estate taxes….come on no problem in fact we should duck out I’d like to hit the vaping pipe or do a joint…you do weed…I have some killer stuff?”
The back deck overlooked the spacious wooded area with the late evening air cool enough vapor was lifting off the hot-tub before disappearing. Larry waited until the marijuana lifted the buzz while lowering the protective walls to ones inhibitions.
“Let me have another hit Larry…I just got a text saying my meeting tomorrow is pushed back a day or so. I should see if I can do a live remote.”
Joe pushed the smoke out aiming it towards the sky he could feel the looseness of his muscles relax even more.
“Sitting on that tarmac so long my neck is still stiff.”
“Let’s hop in the tub that might help”
The ‘Chinese eyes’ apparent as they turned to half slits on his face Joseph nodded his head.
“That sounds good…..I don’t have a suit.”
Boldly Larry lifted his shirt up and slid his shorts off. Lifting his hand he undid the hair-bun.
“Me neither….out here nobody can see us….will you move the ash tray closer?”
Larry’s backside turned to Joe he knew he had the slight hint of feminine bikini tan-lines on his bottom. His hands floated on top swirling the warm water before he ducked down to wet his hair. Lifting up he watched as Joe’s slim frame slid into the hot-tub. A quick assessment told him it wouldn’t take much to make Joe as hairless as he was.
Joe settled into the bench seat that moved round the whole tub. Moments later Larry began his seduction slipping behind him.
“Here let me give that neck a rub….”
“Ohhh that feels good Larry….I like your touch…I know maybe I shouldn’t say this but I like how soft it is.”
Larry leaned close whispering in his ear.
“You’re like me…I like a soft touch too.”
His hands moved down to do the shoulders lowering further he gently rubbed Joe’s back.
“Say hun…use that towel wipe your hands and fire up that joint.”
Accepting the feminine expression without complaint Joe lit the joint. Turning he held it for Larry.
“My hands are wet reverse it and blow it in my mouth…..you have gorgeous hair…. I love the highlights.”
Joe twisted his pelvis their faces close to each other he blew the smoke in with Larry sucking it down. The feeling was turning electric as neither moved. Larry saw Joe staring into his eyes. The younger male made the comment.
“Your eyebrows….do you have them done? I never realized how tapered they look…I get mine done too.”
Slight enough it could be heard Joe let out a whimper feeling Larry move closer.
“Ohh Larry are you going to kiss….”
The ‘me’ never made it out as Larry’s mouth covered Josephs. His hands went in back settling on Larry’s bottom cheeks as the kissing deepened. It felt so nice to feel the gentle swirling tongue inside.
Sliding his leg Larry move between Joe’s the buoyancy of the water had them lifting up on either side of Larry much like a woman readying to be made love to. Joe stared at the smooth chest of Larry thinking how pretty his nipples looked. Seconds after thinking it his lips covered one making it grow hard and longer.
This time it was Larry that sounded feminine.
“Please play with my areolas baby they’re so sensitive.”
Larry took in the sight of Joe’s fingers seeing they had clear polish on the oval shape. He gently held the back of his head while Joe nursed at the nipple. That’s when he felt Joe’s hard penis brush up against his tummy. He had to touch it he had to feel it he had to have his mouth slide on it.
Like a swan Joe glided on top of the water his body lifting until his 5” cock lifted out above the waterline.
Larry held his butt cheeks underneath then let his mouth descend on the piece. Up and down it went bringing Joe near the edge of spurting.
“Oh that mouth of yours it feels like a woman’s.”
A few minutes later they slipped out of the hot tub. Wrapping towels around their long hair turban style they hugged once more.
“When I wear my towel this way it makes me feel feminine…..I’m just going to say this…have you ever worn panties Joe because I have….I hope it doesn’t upset you….I wear more than just panties.”
As Larry said it he watched as Joe kept nodding his head ‘yes’.
“Ever since I was little, my mother was a model with her divorced it was just the two of us…I think she knew it too. She’d get to bring home lots of stuff she modeled in. It’s more than panties for me too. Ohhh God…I loved it …..I still do.”
Larry laughed before he spoke.
“I’m older I use to have to go in to the far reaches of stores to find the dirty magazines section….Nugget, Leg Show anything that might have the slightest chance of seeing Cd’s in it. Every now and then I find a magazine called Transformation in a dirty book store…stumbled on to paperback novels written by Sandy Thomas also I wonder what ever happened to her….mostly I’d go to news-stands they never cared what you were buying or how old you were like some places.”
“I guess I’m lucky being born after the web started…. the internet is kind of like a giant dirty book store except your neighbors don’t see you walking in.”
The saliva drizzled out of his mouth still lightly connected to the head as he pulled off the cock. So turned on at having his nails colored as his fingers stroked it he dropped down and slid his lips back on the rod. It taken a good hour yet the two Cd’s looked as pretty as a picture in their lingerie.
Joe took to being named Olivia thinking it sound regal and feminine. Larry had always preferred Diane because it reminded him of Lady Di.
Olivia spread his legs dipping down lower he lifted his butt pushing his arms forward. The stockings felt slick on the bed's sheets while the tug of the garters were delightfully feminine as they pulled at the tabs. A look over his shoulder had Olivia closing his eyes in anticipation.
10, 20 maybe 30 seconds later Diana slowly removed the large anal plug. A gape of a hole left pouting the Cd was in ‘crossdresser heaven’ after he eased his cock in. Pulling it out after letting Olivia adjust to the size he slathered a ton of lube on and pushed back in.
Enough adhesive sprayed on the pair of c-cup breast forms Olivia felt the sensations of them wiggling on his chest on each push in by Diana’s cock. One hand lifted so he could smell the fragrance of the perfume on his wrists. Like the feeling from the faux boobies he was experiencing the truth of the spiritual axium ‘when binding to an illusion the attachment comes in the sensations’.
‘Whap, whap whap’ the sound of Diana slapping the pretty butt of Olivia while he fucked him was fun to do. The new lover of Diana let his hand slip down so he could masturbate his own penis. Larry let his body move along the back of Joe bending down he whispered.
“Don’t come Olivia darling I want to swallow it.”
Swinging his hair that had been put in curlers for 20 minutes Olivia spoke.
“I want to feel yours shoot into my mouth too.”
“Ewww, eewww, eewwww…I better stop girlfriend I’m close to going over the edge.”
Joe looked back over his shoulder at Larry. A shake of his styled hair, a smile with lips covered in lipstick he told him straight out.
“I like being called your girlfriend.”
“You look so fuckin’ hot as a woman…do your c-cups feel nice hanging off your body? Can you imagine what it would be like to have your own pair?”
It was as though in 5 seconds Olivia could picture what it would feel like to be a woman wearing a bra and pantie set every day. He spun onto his back.
“I need that gorgeous cock in my mouth right now.”
Larry pulled out his cock pulsating a quick wipe with a towel took off most of the lube. The pair spun into the classic 69 both with one leg lifted the other on the mattress each took in the hard cock with their mouths like they’d always been lovers. First it was Diana erupting Olivia followed quickly behind spurting out cream past the glimmering lips of an eager Diana.
A nightie hemmed in lace frills on the last thing Joe remembered was seeing the petticoat held by the hanger off the back of the closet door. He went to sleep wondering what it would feel like to have a dress on with the layers of petticoats under it wearing high heels. Would the swish and swirls feel as nice as he thought they would be?
The next morning came with Diana in back being the big spoon and a more delicate Olivia under the grasp of his right arm. Larry kissed Joe lightly on the cheek as his hand ran along on the facial stubble that had grown over night. The bigger of the two Diana’s hand slid inside the pantie yet he let it only touch the smooth-shaven skin where leg met mound without going near the penis. His thumb caressing the hairless mound the rest of his fingers gently gliding up and down as though Olivia had no male protrusion.
“Ohhh that’s turning me on…eeewwww…yes…I might get wet….ohh, ohhh….my panties…they’re going to get damp if you keep that up….ohhhh yesss.’
Olivia let his hand squeeze the breast form that looked so real under the seer nightie.
“Olivia dear just think ….this is what it might feel like if you had no penis to stroke….if you only had a woman's mound with a pussy below it…then again if you became a post-op t-girl you’d have a slit….they look so much like a pretty flower…their soft lips …inviting folds capable of welcoming any size cock inside their body.”
It was all Larry needed to say Olivia pictured being a t-girl with a pussy while the hand rubbed his mound.
His voice chattered out tommy-gun like in a soft girlish sound with his penis letting spurt after spurt dampen the thong.
“Eww, eww, eww, eww, eww, eww, eww, eww, ewwwwww.”
Just inside the pantie the cream puddled near the top. Larry swung around letting his hand pull back the waist-band of the lace thong he dropped his mouth and licked up the warm treasure.
Lying together Joseph heard his phone buzz. A glance at the screen he looked at Larry.
“Now they might want me to come in today if I can. Damn, I thought I was going to do the live remote from my laptop.”
“What do you do?”
“I’m a computer specialist sort of a trouble shooter for restaurants food and beverage in-house ordering. If they don’t work properly it can really mess up a nights revenue stream. I have a client called Yvette’s Brasserie, never been there they found me online.
“Yvette’s no shit…it’s a fabulous spot. Yvette is a lesbian she makes the best Eggs Benedict and her Sunday brunch is booked solid for weeks at a time. It’s a beacon of support for the LGBTQ community. That woman has seen it all when it comes to gay rights issues. Every local candidate running for office knows they need her endorsement. We should go there honey don’t do the live remote.”
“How’s our little darling Sally doing.”
Going on 17 years the owner of the ‘Institut de Reforme’ Monique Le Travierre had turned many an insolent boy of 21 or older into delightfully romantic driven feminine t-girls.
Demure, compassionate, intuitive gentleness, cute, vulnerable, shy submissive all traits associated with being beta femme’s the feminine HRT regimen being taken included Oxytocin ’the mothering’ hormone that also helped develop a nurturing aspect to their personality.
Expecting most to become housewives to alpha dominants they were trained in developing the ability for connecting meaningfully with others in order to take on a more supportive and domesticated role once married.
With a PHD in psychology Monique figured brain functionality to be far less pronounced then once believed. The woman accepted the premise that a boy could be shifted from a so called ‘blue brain’ to a ‘pink brain’ since a brain is a unisex organ as written in her book by the female author and neuroscience professor Lisa Elliot.
The matronly Helga turned to look at the doorway to see Ms. Monique walking in. Lying prone on the bed a naked Jeremy looked up as Monique read the chart on the clipboard.
“Hmmm it took 3 weeks to lose being called the number 33. I’ve seen worse quite often they end up making for delightfully docile t-girls especially as their breasts develop…..vital signs and blood work coming along nicely.’
Ms. Monique ran her hand along moving his hair off his forehead before giving a light brush to his cheek. His eyes wide with delight he felt her hand gently caress his hairless penis.
“Your 5th month anniversary and acquiring such prettiness too. Ready to welcome the plug Ms. Helga?”
In broken English with a Bavarian accent she replied while smiling.
“Yaa…receptive very much…. Likely will take to it Lady Monique….penentration reminder always best for such like Sally.”
The first month or so like all newbies Jeremy was put in diapers. The psychological effect often brought one back to the days when they were dependent on a woman authority figure. Hands placed in satin mitten that were secured to the side of the nursery crib of a bed he watch himself being powdered and perfumed before pinned in the cotton diaper.
The days were particularly disconcerting when near anyone else the sound of his rubber panties covering the diaper could be heard ruffling when he moved. A simple hospital gown of white with rear exposed made him a target of teasing. A day of revolt had him lashing out verbally yet it also was when he acquired the nick-name ‘Sassy’.
“Very Sassy for a baby girl.”
The senior girl who’d assigned it took to mimicking a baby’s crying ‘Waa waaa…where’s my bottle I need my nipple to suck on it or maybe just my binkie’.
Legs spread open and wide Sally was acquiring an element of feminine allurement. Kept hairless but for the single strip that was now allowed to grow on his mound Jeremy could feel the nubs expanding under his breast duct tissue. The first to increase in size was the expanse of his areolas and nipples. 3 different growth spurts in two months gave them each a poutiness that allowed for a gentle looseness whenever the breasts moved the slightest.
A single bed had replaced the crib as Helga gently pulled his hands back securing them by the wrists.
“Come now my Sally….be a big girl Lady Monique enjoys seeing her girls develop and progress.”
Every evening ear buds in place calm comforting classical music played dropping him into trance state while powerful words altered his beliefs and accepted truths. Mask by the music they made their way to the core of the subconscious…..that place where will and drive are formulated.
Holding a 6” dildo in her right hand Monique looked at Helga.
“I think she is one of the prettiest girls we’ve ever seen….those eyes my goodness they could break the heart of any male.”
Sally enjoyed hearing the compliment as to her developing femininity. Monique glided her hand along until it settled on her breasts.
“Would you like me to continue Sally dear.’
“Yes Maam please your touch feel so nice.”
“You’ve grown fond of gentle hands touching…we know what you and Tonya do when left alone…you’re no different than any girl who likes to feel wanted are you Sally?”
“No Domina Monique it feels so nice…..I think I like becoming a girl”
Women have the ability to lift the body temperature of a male and also take his breath away. Monique bent down and let her lips suck the air out of his mouth as she kissed him. Sally mouth agape next felt the outline of the head of the dildo sit on her lips. Fluttering his eyelashes his lips slipped over the top as Sally nuzzled the cock-like piece. The woman gently caressed his nipple with her free hand while he sucked.
The link was being made sexual submissiveness bring pleasurable sensations.
“I think you’d like to experience it moving inside you girl…am I correct? You have thought about it, don’t be ashamed it’s a natural feeling.”
“First your lessons…tell me about yourself …who are you Sally girl?”
The trigger word ‘Sally girl’ being heard it was where the hypnotic programming file would show itself. Monique leaned down to be close as she looked into the pair of eyes made pretty with dark mascara, liner and colored powder shadow to go with her facial makeup.
“My name is Sally…and my life is now about becoming a woman. I am focusing on my changes …I am becoming a very feminine woman……ohhhhhh yessssss…ohhh dear goddess….eeeewwww.’
Monique had heard what she wanted unseen as Sally looked at her speaking her new beliefs and truthful words the woman slid the dildo inside the budding t-girl. Hips wiggling Sally felt so helpless with her hands secured.
“I think someone is ready to advance to the next level and be put in her pink ruffled butt panties…..why she is a natural …..do you see the way she pushes back wanting more of the cock inside her.”
Sally smiled arching his back to shake his little pair of a-cups.
“Ewww, ewww, ewww, ewww….ohhh yesss, ohhh yesss it feels sooo good.”
“Looks like she is ready to replace her jumper for a real school uniform something that will show off these lovely legs made shapely in high heeled court shoes.”
Sally so desperately wanted to be like all the other t-girls in uniforms the thought that she could wear a mini skirt ‘skoolie’ and pretty white blouse with matching bra underneath and high heels made her welcome the cock even more.
Held benign in the chastity cage her penis bounced up and down yet the best was yet to come.
“Oh my goodness, oh my goodness, ohhhhhh yessss.”
Monique turned on the switch making the vibrator of a dildo come alive inside Sally. Her thighs took to quivering uncontrollably before she just fell back on the bed hopeless to stop the diddling yet not wanting it to end either. Internal in its feelings the climax had her letting her cream come oozing out down her leg while she held submissively still feeling weak.
The session ending Monique smiled
“Someone is going to sleep soundly…. knowing she has moved closer to living full time as a t-girl.”
Walking with her ‘bestie’ Tanya the next morning in the cafeteria she pulled the waist of her skirt a little higher making sure her pink ruffled butts showed a hint of themselves beneath her hem. A handful of raisins and grapefruit wedge the only thing on her tray the t-girl was determined to get one size smaller a skirt by months end.
End of part 2…