Would it matter…if I was one? by DLC's alyssa
Delilah wanted it to be the kind health club a woman could attend and nourish her sense of female empowerment. She had always had a loyal following from skilled professional Dominatrices, and Mistresses to business women and alpha MILF’s and Cougars on the prowl for unsuspecting males. So many these days seemed too naïve to realize they would be trained to serve women who considered themselves to be superior to the lesser creature.
“How’s my favorite Femdom Lady doing today?”
Dominatrix Kendra responded.
“Marvelous my bad ass Delilah. Send me a years worth on each….. I’m going to need a couple two, three female hormone regimen packages in a week or two. You still put them in those cute little unmarked pretty little packets right?....I don’t know how you do it yet you make them so tasty my male subs don’t even realize until it’s too late that they are being turned trans. Ahhhh….the power of estrogen…..When they do learn they’re becoming beautiful trans girls they want them even more.”
“What with me being skilled in the many powders and hormones for body building these days I’ve become quite proficient at it. Sure I’ll put a new batch together for you Madame…anything to further the cause of the world becoming a matriarchy I’m all for. I figure every male turned gurl helps in it’s own way. My new clubs about ready to open."
"So you’re finally off the championship weightlifting circuit.”
“I’ve won everything there is to win a few times over and invested well. The femme promoters knew I could pull in some crowds so this last go-round was more a victory lap not to mention I was paid handsomely. I feel good that I‘ve inspired young females to lift….seeing and meeting me in person they’ve learned they can be smart, beautiful and strong with muscles enough to fend off any unwanted male advances. I must have signed a million autographs on posters. To be honest its kind of humbling to think young women have my picture on their walls for motivation.”
“Yes I’ve seen it myself a new girl order is gradually replacing the old boy network. The up and coming generation of females will be even more aggressive and assertive.”
A slight pause had Kendra adding to her comment.
“I know I’ve said it before yet you inspired this woman when she was young. I came to you a skinny kid in her early twenties and you worked me into shape until I was rock solid all muscled up. My life as found me having done quite well financially and I have you to thank for some of it.”
That day at the private beach would be one he’d remember. Growing up every male in the upscale neighborhood knew they could see the finest looking woman and girls at what was called bikini beach. Sometimes with the females taking to going topless made it even more enticing to be at. The fact that only a few males at a time were allowed in made it seem quite exclusive.
Delighted to have it Kyle happened to secure a one-day pass from a woman who was a regular at the café he worked at. Like so many males these days he hadn’t finished college and in his early twenties was left to do jobs once done by young twenty-something girls.
In some ways he felt like it was as thought the world had flipped the script males were doing the menial tasks once reserved for females while today's young women had their careers in numerous fields like law and medicine and corporate business.
The statistics were baring it out women scored better on tests and were dominating the available seats in many a college and post grad studies at university. Education is the first step to power it was just a mathematical equation they soon would over take males and dominate the graduation rates to go on to be leaders in fields that mattered.
Delilah had her likeness proudly standing over the fallen male with her keeping the pillars up using her strength. As though begging for mercy the fallen male was meant to appear like Samson. Delilah tweaked the image to show him devoid of genitalia in a thong looking the weaker of the two with his hair not cut but rather in attractive pigtails with bows. She figured his myth had it as a woman getting the better of him so why not make it like he was worshiping kissing her feet in an act of devotion.
She had put it up on the website to discourage nearly any male from joining. The woman’s locker room was a plush set up filled with high-end amenities while the male locker room was tiny and cramped and in serious need of restoration. Her plan was to screen any male applicant letting only thin weak males be the only one’s to be accepted.
She knew the kind of women that joined her club would get a charge out of seeing males struggling with weights while her more muscled up female members easily went about their training.
Delilah looked at the dusty framed picture now in the corner by her desk. It had been there ever since the day she bought the club from the tired old guy well past his prime.
An icon from the 50’s and 60’s when males ruled over the advertising world including the back pages of trashy cheese-cake magazines Charles Atlas was famous for his ‘beach bully’ advertisement. The pic of the thin weak looking male character was having sand kicked in his face by a hefty male. On top the words ‘Hey skinny…your ribs are showing.”
Further down Charles Atlas was holding a girl in a bikini aloft with one hand…’give me fifteen minutes and I can make a new body out of any 98 pound weakling’.
Delilah mused to her self ‘I wonder if you ever tried using female hormones to really give a male a new body Charles’.
Her eyes glanced at the picture in the 5 x 7 frame from her youth. All told she counted up 11 kids in the picture taken in the long past distant fall day. She couldn’t help but think it before speaking it. “No one told us it was the last time we’d all be together like that…..we felt so free…..I wonder what’s happened to all my old friends from that time.”
Kyle Finster a young looking 29 had been dragged into the madness of his parents divorce. A sad situation once legal he just left to make a go of it on his own. He never was much of an athlete that helped explain why at 133 pounds he kept to himself when the girls in his schools all hung out with the football and basketball players. A series of dead-end jobs had found him contented wearing an apron serving latte’s at a hip café a few blocks from Delilah’s new health club.
On his day off he decided to use the free pass to go to ‘Bikini Beach’. In front of the mirror his hand brushed across the sparse puff of hair on his thin chest. He gave a tug at the waist to the new bathing trunks he’d picked up at Target before turning sideways.
“Yea…I bet there is lots of chicks there….I wonder of any will take off their tops…..gosh I can’t remember the last time I saw a pair of breasts that wasn’t on the internet……gee I better grab some sun block my skin gets so sensitive…I wonder if I should put my hair back or let it stay like this.”
His hand moved his hair before letting it fall unkempt back to how it was before near his neck-line.
The breeze coming off the water felt nice as he walked along the shoreline, towel under his arm Kyle felt a little nervous seeing he had to choose between three groups of women along with a single one sun bathing. Settling down a mere 30 feet from the single woman spreading out on his towel he pretended to read the trashy romance novel by Johanna Lindsey more often chosen by females. He liked going to Goodwill because their used books were only a dollar or two.
A burst of wind blew across the sand. It was then that he noticed the beach ball fluttering up and down making its way to the water. Kyle hopped up and ran to the shoreline just before the ball entered the water. Half skipping half running he made his way to the single woman.
“Excuse Maam..your ball….well it just kind of took off…so I thought that I better…”
She stopped him mid-sentence, both straps of her bikini hanging loose she held her arm across her ample bosom letting some of its treasure spill over for effect.
“Why isn’t that nice of you dear…I can see a woman would like having such a lovely thing like you to have around to help her.”
She patted the sand motioning for him to lower.
“Sweetie kneel down before me here….my last name is Levin yet just call Ms. Diane and we’ll get along fine….stay to chat for a moment....your hair looks nice by the way.”
The way she said it made her sound so dominant.
“I love your figure…so thin around the waist….careful not to block my sun…seems you don’t work out much either honey dove.”
Kyle smiled cutely feeling a blush rise to his cheeks.
“My mother used to call me honey dove…it made me feel good.”
He pulled back keeping the smile on his face. Not one to back down Diane always liked making males feel embarrassed in her presence. The confident woman stared back as though wanting to remember his pretty smile.
“Though she was a blond your smile reminds me of a girl I once knew….she didn’t work out much either.”
“Hummm, well its just that ….I mean lately …moneys tight and these new health clubs they cost a lot….I guess if I had some I would…”
Just then a large figure towered over the two blocking the heat rays of the noonday sun. He gave a motion with his feet kicking sand into Kyle’s face.
“Hey you what are you trying to make time with my woman….…..beat it …squirt…..unless you’d like me to make you.”
Kyle looked at the woman then back at the large beefy male. The woman, holding her arm along her bosom still waited to see if Kyle would defend himself.
Too scared to do anything Kyle lifted up only to see the hand moving his way. It caught him flush under the eye sending him reeling back to the sand.
“Gee that hurts …you didn’t have to that mister.”
“That’s Mister Tom Franklin to you…. Scram pal before more of the same comes your way.”
As the woman lifted her bathing suit top fell the ground. It was the only naked breasts Kyle would see that day as he turned before being bitched slapped once more.
“You didn’t have to do that Tom…who do you think you are ‘Snidely Whiplash’….he was only returning that silly beach ball you brought …oh though poor thing….that’s the last time I’m bringing you here.”
Sniffling Kyle headed out sure he was to get a black eye.
“Hey forget about him …what say you and I head over to that tall grass and you can give me some head.”
“Sex…..Is that all you think about?”
“Yea…pretty much is……now about that blow job.”
The attractive 44 year old woman looked up shading her eyes as she spoke.
“Go blow yourself…..we’re through…I mean it get out of here or I’ll call the head lifeguard.”
The moment he saw him heading towards him Kyle took off running with his things loosely under his arm making it to his bike just in time to peddle away.
Posing in his bikini he still felt awkward being in the women’s only changing room at the beach. His middle fingers moved his hair back behind his ear as he whispered to him self ‘ I may not officially be one yet but I’m trying…ok lets go Tara’.
The towel laid out he gently slid down careful not to get sand on his body after layering it evenly with sun tan lotion.
Kyle gently moved the bra strap of his piece to cover the exposed thin white tan line. The woman watching him briefly slid her hand inside her suit needing to feel her pussy.
The thoughts flowed in her mind ‘ What a darling…I think I have one of those cute transgurls I’ve heard made mention these days…there is something familiar about her….I think she is adorable and look her breasts…they’re starting to blossom’.
Tits up back straight Diane Levin went to claim what she considered to be hers.
“You’re in my favorite spot. I’ve made a lot of money sunning myself right there.”
Looking up at the woman as polite as ever a soft voice responded back.
’Oh I feel so bad Maam…here let me move to another spot on the beach I had no idea, I’ve learned its best never do anything that upsets a woman especially an alpha one like you…you seem so important….I mean you have your laptop and wall street journal …and silly me I just work serving coffee at a café…I’m not nearly as important as you….and I forgot…..I work reception at Delilah’s health club, you know she gets lots of strong women there.”
“I don’t want you to leave just shimmy over a little…it’ll feel nice having a pretty thing like you to chat with when I’m not checking my stock quotes…what a lovely bathing suit…call me Ms. Diane honey dove.”
She recognized the same cute smile the second after her words came out.
“It’s you…isn’t it…that day at the beach quite awhile back.
As only a woman can do the Diane drifted down as though a seasoned ballerina flowing effortlessly in her every movement. Sliding next to his thin fluid body she leaned up keeping her face above his as she rested on one elbow.
“Hi Ms Diane…I didn’t think you’d remember.”
“Tell me …are you a transgurl?”
He paused feeling a spike in his emotions.
“Would it matter…….if I was one?”
She let her lips answer his inquiry. Her mouth bent letting the alpha woman easily kiss him. His thin arms went to rest along her strong muscles on her arm’s. His eyes remained closed submissively welcoming the kiss. Lifting up she looked at him.
”Your name…please tell me its as pretty as you are…I think a male turning trans is one of the sexy things going.”
“Its Tara…my female mentor Ms. Delilah asked me what name I thought was pretty.”
“Tara is so cute…lets see how you are progressing honey dove…I can already tell you'll have lovely large areolas.”
Diane let her hand move to undo the bow of the halter top resting along his neck. Grinning she slid the triangle patch of bikini top lower moving it forward as she eased it down.
“We can go topless here….pretty gurl…lets see.”
Tara’s nipples and areolas seemed a little too big for the size her breasts yet the woman knew they would likely fill out to have them turning more proportionate over time.
“Oh Ms. Diane do you like them….I like how they pout and stick out…..are they pretty enough for you…oh my….are you going to …..”
Diane lowered her lips around the nipple while her hand caressed the other perky b-cup size breast. She could feel Kyle arching his back while keeping his legs tight together. He started to whimper out as she teased the nipple with mouth letting her tongue swirl wetness on it.
“So you work for Delilah I’m one of her silent investors.”
“Yes Maam she is my mentor…..she is my keyholder.”
“Yes Ms Diane for my …..well I call it my clittty now…here I’ll show you.”
Looking at his penis made benign captured in the locked metal chastity piece made Diane smile.
“It’s a wonder more women don’t use this with their male’s dicks. The world would be a lot better off with these things under the control of a female.”
Effortlessly Diane undid the two bows holding the bottom part of his bikini in place.
“Off with this bikini bottom.”
“But Maam…what will people say?”
“Honey dove we’ll get along a lot better without any back talk.”
Within seconds she flipped him over onto his stomach. She let fly with 10 hard spanks to each cheek firmly holding him down.
“Does my Tara need to be spanked more to learn her lesson?”
Kyle slid the bottom part of his bikini suit off.
“No Ms. Diane....wooo that really stings.”
“Lie back i think I've jus found my new lover.....on the path to becoming a fully developed t-gurl you’ll discover there are lots of ways to find sexual pleasure given a dominants approval.”
Her mouth slipped back on to his nipple. Her body pinning one arm back her other held his hand out of the way as she focused just on his breasts and nipples until she heard it.
“Ohhhh yes……my clittty Maam……ohhhhn yes ……you’re making me….eeewwwww, eeewwww, Oh Ms. Diane I’m getting wet….it’s still soft yet its …eeewwwww, eeewwwww it’s starting to come out….eewwww, eewwwww …..oh my its never felt this good before….oohhhh it feels so nice…my body feels so warm.....eewwww, eeewwwww you’re not even touching it….that’s never happened before….eeeewwwww……eeewwww, oh I'm so out of breath....eeewwww, eeewwwww..look how its just oozing out…..it keeps dripping….oh I feel so girlish.....please kiss me Maam......oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, ooohhhhhhh.”
a soft barely masculine grunt came out as he finished spurting, legs spread he tried to collect himself.
“Baby you have gorgeous nipples and areolas …I know of a way to make them even larger….but first lets go take a dip in the water it’ll feel good after climaxing like a gurl does.”
“Yes Ms. Diane.”
“I like hearing that so quickly…very obedient Tara….that’s a good trait to have for submissive gurl. I want to remember to call or stop by and see Delilah an idea popped in to my mind. You’re not the only one that didn’t like seeing you having sand kicked in your face by the self centered muscle bound male bully.”
Taking Tara by the hand she led the budding t-gurl naked towards the water. Each ran up to their ankles before pulling back onto the wet sand at the shoreline while playfully laughing.
“That little locked plaything of a clitty is likely to get even smaller in the water, lets hope it doesn’t fall off….your chastity cage that is. I’ll have to look into a way to keep in on better.’
She pulled Tara close and gave him a kiss. Pulling away Diane looked at him.
“From now on don’t worry about what other people may think…only concern yourself with what I’m thinking. Look at me as your protector and someone you need to focus on pleasing.”
"but I don't have any money to date?"
"First off Honey dove were not dating...you're moving in with me...as to the money I'm a woman of means, you let me handle the money you just learn to keep yourself pretty looking and obedient."
Delilah saw the call and quickly picked it up.
“Hi Diane, things are going peachy, I’ve had 30% more new members sign up then I expected.”
She listened to Diane and responded with soft grunts as the woman explained what she was thinking.
“Uh huh, uh huh, yes…I see…uh huh……hmmm …I like it…it just may work, I’ll get back to you……text me everything…any bit of information that may help….I have just the person to call, if for no other reason she’ll like the challenge of it…..yea a real bully huh…at the beach he kicked sand in the face of…..”
The moment she heard Diane say it her words lifted in volume.
“WHAT……THAT’S THE SON OF A BITCH THAT HURT MY KYLE …I’M MEAN TARA.”
Settling down she reclaimed a calm even strain that she’d been known for in competition.
“I’ll get involved my self on this one Diane….uh huh…yes he must be a dirt bag I agree Tara wouldn’t hurt a flea….”
Hearing the two buzz words she grabbed her pen and wrote reminder on her note pad ‘Binge watch 2nd season Phoebe Waller-Bridge Fleabag’. Listening she went on.
“Did she tell you about her chastity cage….I’ll have to get you the key……Uh huh ..yes…..hmmmm…thank you…….well I’m great at shaping and sculpting bodies…one reason besides the estrogen that Tara has a great ass is I have her do 200 squats a day. It’s a pity more women don’t do the same….uh huh I see……ok we’ll touch base later bye bye Kendra.”
Delilah let her mind drift back to that morning Kyle came to be standing at her Health club’s door before it opened. At the time it said something to her that he showed up with a pair of Venti sized Non-fat Latte’s with one being for her. When she found out they each had two shots of espresso in them she liked him even more.
End of part 1 ….