Would it matter...if I was one?

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.