The truth was the two males had fallen in love with each other. The more his Shannon persona took over the less he cared that he was losing his grip on his life as Reginald. After the first weekend together they had moved past the slap and kiss stage. What he hadn’t known until he dressed up femme himself was that Sam was just another CD switch named Marilyn looking for affection. Underneath his stern ‘top’ appearance he was a passionate soul who liked being a bottom as well.
Like near every one else in life he just wanted a lover who would care for him in times of trouble finding humor when they could to help them get by living in the age of anxiety and information overload.
Half asleep his mind was playing tricks on Shannon early that morning he could swear a dog was licking him. Forming half slits his eyes looked down to see maid Florence slurping at his toes. A hand swept over and pulled his chin to look at his bed partner Marilyn.
“Morning lover I need a kiss Shannon dear.”
Shannon twisted his thin body enjoying the feeling of his breasts moving as he kissed Marilyn.
“I forgot to tell you be they stinky of freshly washed Florence has a bit of a foot fetish."
Feeling on the same wavelength they both laughed only to see Flo taking to her joy sucking on the toes of Shannon.
"How’s your chest feeling…any better?”
“Each day they get a little less sore…..’
He kissed him deeply once more before pulling back.
“…that doesn’t mean I don’t enjoy having my pretty nipples kissed softly. Just be gentle I never knew how sensitive a pair of areolas could really be until my breast augmentation procedure.”
“I think they are beautiful Shannon…”
Marilyn kissed him while cupping one of the breasts.
“…just like you are. So your plastic surgeon said making you a b-cup the HRT will take over an turn them into a c-cup or more as they fill out with milk. Can I ask…what’s it feel like not having your balls anymore?”
Shannon had worked for months on altering and softening his voice inflection and tone. Having the female doctor tweak the size of his nose and chin he wanted a delightfully feminine voice to come out from the lips that had been made plump looking. It was one of many things about turning full time trans he enjoyed like the feeling of strutting around in just a lacy thong and high heels as his breasts jiggled.
“I miss them sometimes but other then that not bad. If we are going to raise an adopted child once were married then I want to be as much of a feminine mother as I can be. It really lets the female hormones flourish, my emotions just spike so much more these days. I see life in things in life I never saw before. The other day pruning our garden I found myself just staring at the begonia’s they look so pretty…each little leaf and bud striving to get some sun…just trying to say....I know I’m tiny yet here I am look at me.”
Shannon felt a tear come to his eyes.
"Oh look at me here i go crying again."
Despite his sometime need to be dressed femme Sam could feel his innate masculine side reassert itself in moments like this.
"Darling only a woman would say something like that."
Shannon turned a smile on her face as she looked at maid Florence still kissing her toes.
“Ohhhh my... I love having my feet kissed and licked…she is such a darling. Even though you've made plans for her leaving us she should come by once in a while .....I'd love a good foot and toe lick from time to time.”
“Yes hard to believe her and her friend were once ruffians playing in the amateur rugby league. Now that I’ve done it I’m glad we let the others go…I’m mean except for her friend Jasmine, they were meant to be together.”
“Yes back to the BDSM scene for the other ones... they’ll have to get their kicks elsewhere. I never heard the story of those two tell me about Florence and Jasmine and how they came to be in your lair.”
“Both of them were cocky son of a guns. I saw them at a bar a lot I hung out at. After one of their matches they got a little too mouthy. They were giving a local bartender a whole rash of shit. I’d known her a long time she was just a single woman with a kid trying to make a living. Intent on doing her in the back room I’m pretty sure they gave her a roofie so I took things in hand. I kicked hell out of each one and the next morning they ended up in chastity tied to my BDSM wall in the hall as I called it.”
“It’s one thing to be in a puppy cage for a couple of days but after a few weeks the crying has stopped and one realizes they are dependent on their master as the weeks turn into months. Everyone I think has dependency needs some are just better at masking it then others. Spankings and the like bring out the submissiveness that’s lurking below the surface.”
“ Did you know a recent 2018 study by if I have it right Justin Lehmiller from the Kinsey Institute showed 79% want to act on their own fantasy but only 23% do so. 78% enjoy being tied up. 50% liked forced sex. 73% liked to be spanked. Sure there is the taboo and forbidden fruit aspect but it tells me BDSM is normal and not perverted. It was on TV so it must be true right?”
“As for me and my collection of slaves that I would have come and go I guess on some level being a BDSM master I was just trying to make up for my own inadequacies. Giving those two hormones I thought might change their perspective to a more compassionate one female’s experience. I must say it did freak them out to see me dressed as my alter ego Marilyn. Funny thing is they’ve told me they like what’s become of them….seems in some cases lingerie is a more powerful tool for enlightenment then a rugby scrum”
Her hair made long from extensions Shannon gave a shake of it and looked at her masculine lover Marilyn.
"So you’ve decided to let Florence and Jasmine help Mabel run the wig shop?”
“Yes I’ve made plenty of money over the years, of course having my parents trust fund helped yet this way they’ll have a small equity stake, it’ll free them from living off of live camming streaming for money to live on. Mabel will own it with a majority stake and teach them the ins and outs of running a business for when she retires. She is a tough old Jewish broad her parents were some of the lucky camp survivors. It’s likely she’ll work until she drops dead one day. I want to concentrate on opening the new restaurant you and I will own.”
“You’re blessed with good intentions honey that’s why I want to be the more feminine one between us. ….ohhhh I need your cock now…lets have Florence join us.”
Shannon looked at Florence.
“Sweetie come lets you and I get Sam hard.”
“That study said 95% of males and 87% of females love group sex. Seems multiple people in bed breaks the boredom in a marriage gone stale.”
“What about transgurls? Lets not leave them out they been treated like pariahs an outcasts for years.”
“Lets split the difference and say 91% of them and CD"s like group sex too.”
It was enough of a comment to make them both laugh. Not needing to be told twice maid Florence scurried her delightfully feminine body up.
Be they CD’s or femmed out gurls there is nothing quite like only 3 hard dicks in the same bed.
All three stood up on their knees hugging and kissing and playfully groping. Flo dropped her head loving the way her breasts felt as they moved the t-gurl took to licking Sam’s balls.
“Oh fuck me with a feather.... lord have mercy she is good with that tongue.”
Shannon smiled back.
“Well if the wig gig doesn’t work out she can always work at a nail salon. I can see it now a sign that will read get your toes massaged and sucked after your pedicure. Who knows it could catch on.”
Shannon bit her lip playfully and shook her b-cups still liking the feeling of having them pierced. Bending she lowered her mouth to feel Sam’s cock inside it. The words of her mentor Mistress Valerie floated through her mind…. ‘I’m gay and I love it’.
She flipped on her back and padded the side of the bed.
“Florence honey lay next to me Sam is feeling particularly masculine dominant this morning, gurls like us should know their place.”
“Sometimes he’d tell me I am as tight as an alter boy…….you’re not mad he use to do me.....I mean what you two getting married soon.”
Shannon let his hand reach out and stroke on Florence’s penis as she lifted her legs and spread them wide.
“No sweetie some gurls were just meant to please and you’re one.”
Seeing Shannon with her legs up in the air Florence smiled.
“Isn’t it so much better being a t-gurl Ms. Shannon….we get to have pretty boobies.”
Her head turned looking at how pretty Florence was.
“Sweetie you are going to make a lovely housewife one day…..ohhhhhhh dear goddess…..he’s inside me”
Interrupted Shannon looked up to see Sam grinning after he slipped his cock past her rosebud entrance. Her right hand reached out to grip the bed sheet as her other held Florence’s. Right it off to the female hormones as her feminine side took over Shannon.
“Oh yes…I love the feeling of a cock inside me.”
Her rounded hips slid back and forth welcoming the hard muscle of a dick. Florence reached forward letting her hand gently play with Shannon’s left breast.
“Can I kiss you nipple Ms.Shannon? I love your barbell piercing.”
“Yes baby just be gentle they’re still sensitive…ohhhh yessssss…ohhhh yessssss that cock of yours…..ohhh yesssssss….. Pavarotti on a bike in China……oh yesssssss that feels good.....”
“Who’s is pavritti Ms. Shannon.”
Shannon looked at Florence.
“Just a guy who could sing…..ohhhhh lordy hot damn Sam …..you’re going deep today….Florence baby slipped behind Sam and lick his crack.”
With two being in the old fashioned missionary style position the tart of a t-gurl slid close planting her mouth to his butt cheeks. Her tongue darted out running up and back along the slit of his crack as she rimmed him. Sam gave a look down when he next felt the tongue slip inside his rosebud entrance. If they were playing it he would have award the former rugby player the 5 points one gets when doing a ‘try’.
The 5 star review by the local restaurant critic started out ‘You can only find this kind of place in California, for my money the meat and potato crowd will find the comfort food establishment ‘Steers and Queers’ to have the finest steaks this side of Omaha. I swear they must lather them in a stick of butter before displaying them with a nice presentation by the professional servers.
What makes it so unique is that having a BDSM bent to its theme the food and drinks are served by irreverent Drag Queens and cute trans gurls dressed any where from Betty Boop costumes to Barbie dolls in just bikini’s. Their muscled up bartenders look as though they’ve spent time as leather BDSM Masters. They’ll not need the search and rescue team as it is highly unlikely any one will run out on a bill of fare.
By the way on a historical note leather became the favorite bike wear for male’s returning from the pacific theater in WW2. Choosing not to return to parts unknown the veterans many of which were gay stayed in our home state of California and took to riding motorcycles finding leather jackets were better suited for protection from spills and accidents.
A culinary delight one could fill up on their delectable appetizers alone but don’t stop there. Try the spinach soufflé I don’t know how they do it yet it comes out served looking like a beautiful vagina just begging to have a patron want to lower their mouth and lick it clean off the plate. Did I mention the 'cooked just right' squash is in the shape of a lengthy and large girthed…well you get the idea. Under the title ‘recently swimming fish’ they have a perfectly cooked sautéed salmon dish that is worth getting a spanking from a Dominatrix before eating.
BTW having caught on with the in-crowd you’ll need reservations as it jammed most of the time on Friday, Saturday and Sunday evenings.
In closing I would say it’s about time the LGBTQ community is recognized for its contribution to the food and beverage industry …they have been providing high quality service to us for decades folks….an often with a smile on their face despite the fact that in other areas that make up this thing we call life they are discriminated against’.
Shannon looked adorable dressed as a Spanish senorita flamingo dancer, underneath the mass of petticoats swirling in black they mingled against the deep red of her skirt that had a matching black colored vest over a long sleeve chiffon blouse of white.
The fan splayed out in her hand with her working it into her dancing. Sam who for the first time in a long time dressed in 3 piece suit looked at the piano player feeling glad he hired him. He could see the piano keys were taking a beating as he tickled the ivory’s in between the hard pounding that had him playing Hoagy Carmichall classics like 'Am i blue' and 'Georgia on my mind'.
“Shannon ever since I met you…well you’re the kind of transwoman that changes a persons life for the better.”
Shannon dangled her hands letting them hang down along the neck of Sam's broad shoulders as the two danced in their restaurant after passing the crucial 1st year mark. Most everyone knew that 9 out of 10 restaurants close not making it one year.
“You’ve worked hard Sam to make it a success.”
“You’re my good luck charm ….Shannon will you marry me?”
Shannon beamed out smiling.
“Dear Sam you’ve brought the woman within me out…yes I’ll marry you….I want to be your housewife.”
Like lovers do she slammed her body tight against his.
“Does this mean I’ll still get to see Marilyn from time to time?”
“Hey I’m wearing panties, stay up stockings and a pretty camisole underneath this monkey suit right now.”
The drive to the grocery store had Sharon and Fred chuckling on seeing the bumper sticker on the car in front of them. The patriotic colors of red and blue with white stars had the words ‘any functioning adult will do’. The both knew the politician it was meant to criticize.
Showing her sense of humor and political ideology Sharon looked at Regina.
“You know if he wanted a big parade all he needs to do is step down from office…he’d get the biggest one of his life and we’d get some sanity back on 1600 west Penn avenue.”
Her sense of female superiority invigorated over the months Sharon had her Spodify play some Christina Aguilera tunes as what she called part her female empowerment collection. Sharon and Regina stopped at the light both turning they glanced to see the ’going out of business' sign at the Turkish rug store. Underneath it were the words ‘many treasures await inside’. It was assumed it could be translated to mean bargain prices for stuff we’ve been trying to get rid of for years. Smirking Sharon commented.
“They’ve been going out of business for the last 8 years.”
‘Mother Earths Bounty, Organic Foods, Lesbian owned and operated since 1972’. Looking at the sign at the entrance to the store Fred secretly use to wonder what it would be like to be a lesbian woman. The purse benignly hanging felt like ‘Kryptonite’ as Sharon secured it to rest on his shoulder.
“I’ll catch up to you baby, you have your list.……business call I have to take it….here lets undo your cute ponytail, just push your hair behind both ears to showoff your hoop earrings.”
Demonstrating her authority Sharon did it for him. Looking at ‘her little project’ as she called it she knew he was in that place she described as ‘the ugly duckling stage’…..not feminine enough to be called a woman yet....though female enough not to be taken as a regular looking male.
“….now that we’re growing it out I’ve discovered this hair of yours has such marvelous body to it.”
By the time he had walked down the long aisle he could feel the stares. At a thin 129 a good 40 pounds lighter Fred wasn't certain of exactly how much weight he’d lost over the months. One thing he did know it was enough he felt womanly thin and even weaker then he once was.
Each stride in the 3” cork heels made his butt cheeks roll. The soft pale yellow linen shorts clearly outlined the lace trim of his cherry red panties pressing against the material. He stopped himself and gave a vanity look into a floor length mirror next to a collection of a dozen different chic gypsy skirts.
The promotional sign read ‘flatters any figure’. The air conditioner blasted out coolness across the store as it was giving him goosebumps at the same time. In front of the mirror he watched his nipples turn firm and pointed. Choosing denial Fred hadn’t confronted the truth that he was taking on size and shape and a cute contour to his breasts.
Near a good head taller then him the large woman slipped in front of him. The beefy lesbian held up one the skirts from the promotional display oddly placed between the cans on pinto beans and organic brussel sprouts. Feeling groovy the woman smiled after adjusting her hobo bag purse further up her shoulder.
“Unlike yours sweetie…..My figure needs all the help it can get.”
His eyes followed hers eyes as they drifted lower to hold where the buttons stopped being undone on his semi-sheer sleeveless blouse. With HRT the stakes are baked in where had once been firm masculine muscles now gave off a thin muscle free more feminine look to his arms.
“I use to love going bra-less back in Frisco’s Haight-Ashbury district…we called it free love yet it never really was free. Every one wore skirts like these.”
Too nervous to speak he smiled back using it as a feminine defense mechanism as he moved down the row. Halfway down nervously he turned back with his head looking over his shoulder and saw the same woman watching him glide in the heels while undressing him with her eyes. Turning back to move further down a pair of lesbians were doing the same as he neared their cart coming the other way.
They stopped as he slowly passed.
“What a doll.”
“I know what you mean Zoey I love a pretty pair of perky a-cups on a girl...girls with small boobies always work harder at looking sexy…I think she has a lovely bottom too.”
“When was the last time we did a three-some?”
The feeling of him being objectified was palpable as he quickly turned the aisle.
Trying to distract himself he picked up the box of mix pretending to read the contents. His minds inner voice began its endless chatter once more.
He hadn’t put it together from the day months earlier Lady Valerie showed up acting like a couple’s therapist on Sharon’s insistence. For a 5 week stretch Valerie had one on one sessions once a week with Fred. He would start off conversing back and forth yet would drift off as her hypnotic tone opened his mind up the deeper into trance state he went.
Triggers words and phrases and even seeing certain colors where put in place as he was unwittingly having his mind reprogrammed. He was given audio files to listen to that had classical and new age music. Under the instrumentals voices were picked up only by his subconscious mind gradually shifting his truths and beliefs.
Listening to the music playing on his ear buds soon became addictive many a night in the late evening he’d listened doing the same as he cleaned during the day. He had no idea the hypno-files were changing the way he viewed himself and what he considered himself to be now. His inner dialogue took control and began urging him to set his feminine voice free.
“They think you’re pretty and they’re right you are….it feels nice having a cute figure …admit it you liked being stared at…you’re like any housewife shopping…it feels good to know others want to look at you…..so what? …we both know you have them…pretty breasts feel nice the way they bounce and jiggle…any woman knows that…soon it’s likely you’ll have to ask Sharon if you can wear bra’s…..they’re only going to get larger soon they'll look like any women's do ……think how pretty you’ll feel in bra’s and panties…..you know you’re jealous every time you put away Sharon's lingerie after hand-washing it…..”
“Baby lets not put that in your shopping cart it’s loaded with high fructose corn-syrup. They have some organic waffle mix....that’s much healthier.”
Fred turned to see Sharon speaking to him. He felt the need to smile cutely at her.
“Yes Ms. Sharon.”
The same two lesbians came back down the aisle just to get another look at him. Sharon picked up on it immediately and stood back enjoying seeing him pull up a blush to his cheeks at being objectified once more. The alpha of the two stuck her hand out and introduced herself and her partner to Sharon.
“Sweetie the big girls are going to talk now run along now ….go about your shopping….stick to your list and nothing with processed sugar …that’s stuff is poison. I’ll meet you in the fruits and veggies section.”
‘Yes Maam’ came out as he smiled at the two strangers with Sharon. Picking up the stores own brand of organic waffle mix he thought he’d heard the words tattoo and barbells. The box of mix fell to the floor as he bent at the waist to pick it up. On lifting the shorts slipped higher exposing more of his twin cheeks. It looked like the bottom half of his pretty bum was smiling back at any one who saw it.
Moving along he felt all three sets of eyes staring at him. The inner voice spoke up in its feminine tone ‘you know they’re gazing…it feels nice to have a great looking ass…lets put a wiggle to it…girls like us learn its best to show off what we have’.
Regina slipped between the two large displays of oranges and pears and grapefruits the way he left the cart almost had him pinned in.
“Honey I must tell you both those women gave you a compliment….”
“Oh hi Ms. Sharon at first I didn’t see you.”
Sharon dropped her hand giving a squeeze to his bottom.
“Yes they said you have a such a pretty butt....now don’t fib…it makes you feel good to know you’ve now got the kind of ass that people like looking at…doesn’t it ?”
Too nervous speak he nodded his head and next felt her hand give a gentle touch of a graze to his budding breasts as she moved closed pinning him in.
“Keep looking like you trying to find the right ones to pick…I have a little treat for you.”
Sharon lowered her arm and slipped her hand easily past the flex waistband of his shorts. He felt it go between his cheeks. Two quick taps and the anal plug inside him started to vibrate. One arm of Sharon's went around his thin body while the other on the pear display held still keeping him in place.
His back drifted to be against Sharon’s body soft and gentle like he started to moan holding to large grapefruits in both hands.
“Baby not only your ass but you have gorgeous legs too…just take to swaying a little… feel the plug…a little public sex can be fun and naughty at the same time.”
Her hands dropped to be on both his hips as though guiding him the two shifted back and forth.
“…yes pretend I’ve entered you with my dildo….yes that's it you have my cock inside you….i have half a mind to take these short off you to let the others see you in just your pretty panties….. “
“Oh Sharon…please no….not here …what would they say…….I mean just my lace panties…they’d see my chastity cage too….ohhh my goodness that feels nice.”
Mostly female shoppers hovering near by were going about their business trying to select fresh veggies and the like. He meant to say plug yet said something else as Sharon more vigorously took to pumping him from behind.
“…..ohhhhhhhh your cock….it seems to be going deeper.”
“Yes that’s it picture my cock making you climax….’you know you want it’…isn’t that what males say when they see a female in heels wearing a skimpy pair of shorts like yours …and you don ‘t even have a bra on…..I put plenty in your drawer knowing the day would come…. I think its time we change that dear….yet you’ll have to ask me…whoooo baby you were born to be fucked by a cock…”
In the middle of the fruit and vegetable aisles Regina dropped both grapefruit to the floor and pushed his pretty butt against Sharon’s hips.
His body went limp as though he was surrendering to what ever would happen as she pulled him closer.
Lifting his head so he could see her the words came out.
“Maam may I be put in bra’s…I think I need them now…..I don’t know how yet my breasts keep getting bigger……oh, oh, oh, oh I’m starting to get wet between my legs…eeeewww its all just spurted out, I’ve been drained.”
Out of breath he added after putting a peck to her cheek..
“ ……please fuck me with one of your cocks some day soon….I need to feel you inside me Ms. Sharon.”
“Regina you sound like a housewife…is that what you want to be to me?....are you ready to live the life of a housewife…to be the one to cook and clean…to be the kind of wife that makes herself pretty for her spouse the breadwinner?”
“Very well then...you’ll be saying those exact words ‘I do’ some day soon.”
Sharon spotted the woman first and collected herself.
“Excuse me I think you dropped these…aren’t they passion fruit……you know they have a high dose of Vitamin C beta-cryptoxanthin and alpha-caroltene and iron that is good for women….oh lord knows I could use a little passion in my life.”
The woman put the two grapefruit on the stand.
“Sweetie you have a little bit of something running down your inner thigh....that reminds me of when my Harold would take me....his lemon juice would run right down my legs after a good shag.”
Wanting to help her hand dipped and collected a little of his warm cream.
“Gee….that tastes kind of familiar….hmmmm, where have I had that before?”
Sharon took the lead while fixing her 'Regina's' hair back into a ponytail.
“Try the pink grapefruit you’ll like it …sorry 'luv we'd like to chat yet we have to move along here….my girl has a date at the salon.”
Out in front the gruff looking male looked at Sharon who’d left Fred standing there while she got the car.
“Is that really him….what’s with the ponytail….for crying out loud has he turned ‘fag’ on me or what? Jeez-usss is he shaving his legs….and his arms….there is no hair there either…he never had much to speak of still and all…… I can’t believe this was the same guy I use to party all night with…banging hookers and slamming eight-balls while his woman was sleeping at home…holy shit he looks like like a fuckin’ femmed out housewife finishing her shopping.”
Moving closer he managed to keep his distance as though he was afraid to catch ‘the cooties’ if he got too close before he spoke.
“Fred is that you? Why I can see you’ve lost quite a bit of weight.”
At first in a panic Fred next felt a band of estrogen flow through him bringing a gentle nature to surface.
“Hello Thomas…it’s such a pleasant day out, I just love when the birds are chirping, they sound so wonderful.....our mother earth's little creatures”
The moment he heard Fred’s soft voice speak the guy wanted to get out of there as fast as he could. Like so many males they deeply believe that any one gay or lesbian and most certainly trans has some thing morally wrong with them. There wasn’t a cloud in the sky yet he said it anyway.
“Birds yea, their great I just shot me a couple last weekend……Oh geez its already 10:15 I gotta’ go and get to cutting the lawn before it rains. I guess this means your out for playing intramural basketball.”
Under his breath he turned gave off a wave without looking back or waiting to hear the response.
“God damn fags…what’s this world coming to when a guy starts looking like a female ……Hell he almost looks better then my wife does......if were not careful it will happen...these fuckin' women want to take over and run the universe.”
Regina no longer cared what his old mate thought. Before going to get the car Sharon had let him know the time had come when then should start looking for wedding gowns.