30 January 2010

Small -t

He wore an 8 & ½ in a woman’s shoe. Very few men know their size in a woman’s
shoe but he did. To make matters worse his wife knew, his mother in law knew,
his sister in law knew his mother and his sister all knew.
The day he learned his woman’s shoe size is a day he shan’t forget. One day in
his life that changed so much. The simple act of having his foot measured,
just a bit of fun for the ladies, just a joke really, the next thing you know
your life is completely different.
His mother, mother in law, sister in law and wife were playing cards one sunny
Sunday afternoon. His sister would join them later but for now he was pressed
into service as the forth hand. There was more girl talk than card play and he
was often brought into the conversation, for a "man’s perspective". The ladies
talked about clothes, shoes, hair and makeup. They also talked about who wore
what, how they looked and how the various men in their lives reacted to it. He
had been in these conversations many times and knew from the way the ladies
talked to him he was considered just a bit less than the men they chatted
about. He was often referred to as the extra girl.
He usually served them their tea and made the little sandwiches they dined on.
Today was no exception and he wore the dainty tea apron his mother in law had
given him on his birthday. "I know you hate the apron." His wife said, "But
mummy loves to see you in it." " And I love you for being man enough to be a
little feminine." He was afraid the apron made him a little more than a little
feminine in appearance.
His sister didn’t bother with the doorbell, the card players all heard her
cheerful "I’m here girls" shouted from the hallway. He blushed as she kissed
his cheek girl style and asked, "How are you gals today?" He noticed his
mother in law smile at the girl and gal reference that included him. His
sister was carrying three shoeboxes from one of the more up scale stores in
town. "Missy’s is having the best sale ever, I bought the cutest shoes." She
said. His wife wanted to have a look right now and his sister wanted to show
off her new shoes. Soon the women were voicing their approval and were looking
at the shoes as only a woman can look at a shoe. When it happened. His sister
said to everyone, "Jimmy and I wore the same size shoe for years." His wife
smiled and said, "and did he wear yours?" Never breaking stride his sister
said, "Oh yes I used to make him dress up for me all the time. Mommy and I
thought for a while I would wind up with a little sister instead of a little
brother." The women looked at him and his mother in law said, "Jimmy why don’t
you try on a pair?" Then they all were urging him to "try on a pair". His
sister said "there are some knee highs in one of the shoe boxes, go on Jimmy
you always liked to wear my clothes." Both his wife and mother in law were
looking at him as though they were both cats and he was a trapped mouse. His
sister was holding a pair of chunky heeled loafers out to him. He managed to
say, "I am sure my feet have grown sis." His wife said, "Try anyway". He
slipped of his own shoes as his sister gave him the stockings. "I know you
know how to put them on" and he knew it too. With one stocking on His sister
in law said "His feet are so pretty." "Look at how tiny his feet are, with a
coat of polish on his toes he could wear open toes." The women had moved in to
take a look at these pretty feet. His sister said, "I know he will look smart
in some nice pumps." His mother in law said, "his feet are really petite."
Then his wife said, "I just wish I had paid more attention to how small his
feet were before we were married." His mother in law nodded and said "oh dear
is he small in that area too?" His mother didn’t help things by saying "he was
always little down there" "I always felt sorry for him and thought it was
probably best that he was girlish." "Shit" he thought what the hell are these
women trying to do to him. He knew he was OK in "that area" he got no
complaints from his wife Cathy. His sister had slipped the loafers on his feet
and had him standing. She rolled up his pant legs a couple of turns and the
women were gushing about how nice he looked in "those shoes". "See 8 & 1/2
just like your sister and me" his mother said. Before the afternoon was over
he had modeled all three pairs of shoes and was unceremoniously dismissed by
his wife with the instructions to "pick a nice color and do those toes, Miss
pretty foot!"
The gals finished their card game while he sat dejectedly in the corner and
gave himself his first pedicure. His wife instructed him to go upstairs and
fetch her red canvas sandals, "they are a nine but they tie at the ankle and
should fit you alright." Before he could protest his ever-cheerful sister was
dragging him up to the Mistresses shoe closet for his next humiliation. The
sandals were in the words of the women "absolutely adorable". He never thought
he would hear his shoes described as adorable. They were red canvass; a wide
band went across the vamp of his foot. There were two straps that wrapped
around his ankle and tied in the back with a bow. The shoes had a jute covered
high wedge sole. Because the shoes and his feet were "so pretty" his sister
thought he should be wearing a skirt or Capri’s. She yelled down to his wife
who answered back with a disinterested "whatever".
An embarrassed young husband descended the stairway to the applause of the
assembled ladies. His red print skirt swirled prettily as he walked. His wife
and mother in law stood a little bit off to one side and didn’t seem to be
enjoying the scene as much as the other girls. He finished the day still in
the skirt. When the girls left he was hugged and air kissed just like all the
"other girls", he fixed a light supper for his wife and himself, they watched
a little television and went up to bed early. He was still in the skirt and
sandals when his wife said; "I have never been so embarrassed in my life." "I
thought I was marrying a man, but look at you traipsing around in a skirt and
sandals, with your toenails painted yet!" "And now I find out you have been
playing dress up with your mother and sister for your whole childhood." "To
embarrass me further your small penis size is open for discussion." "Your
mother seems to be willing to talk about it in front of all our friends."
"Maybe we should have all had a look at the little darling." "I’ll bet the
girls would have thought it was pretty and petite just like your feet!" "It’s
bad enough I have to pretend that you are big enough to satisfy me now the
whole world knows that your mother and big sister though it best that you are
girlish!" He was crushed, he was humiliated, he couldn’t look at her and when
he looked down past the hem of his red skirt he saw the painted toenails
peeking prettily from the sandals on his girly feet. "Honey" he said, "It was
all in fun, you and the girls were urging me to try on sis’s shoes and one
thing led to another." "How could I have stopped it?" she asked. "You were
into it and, and you were a girl!!" "Lift that skirt I want to see your
disgusting little penis." Blushing with shame he complied. She slid his shorts
down and said, "These won’t do, its panties for you from now on girl." "Oh God
it is little," she said. "I never really looked at it." "It is tiny, almost
like a model of a real man’s penis."
As disgusted with him as she was she used him that night as though he was her
bride. When he tried to enter her she guided his head to where she wanted it,
placed his pillow beneath her buttocks and kept him at it for hours. He
brought her to several powerful shuddering orgasms and even more softer ones.
As she was about to peak once more he would move to mount her only to have his
head slapped by her or his ears grabbed and his mouth placed right back where
she wanted it. When she was finally through she said, "oh that was good, here
I have a treat for you" And she took his penis in her hand and quickly brought
him off. "Well that was quick, it’s a good thing I didn’t count on that for
satisfaction." "Now clean your self off and go to sleep. Big day tomorrow
missy." "Missy indeed," he thought as he drifted off to sleep. "I will get
this whole thing straightened out in the morning".
He felt pretty good when sleep finally overtook him. She was already up when
he awoke. He heard voices in the kitchen. He recognized his wife’s voice and
his sisters. Slipping on his robe over the panties he was placed in the night
before he went down for coffee. His wife and sister were looking through a
pile of clothing and shoes, his sister was saying, "I don’t wear these
anymore, and I know they will fit him, so rather than just give them to the
Good Will I thought he could use them." " Oh thank you so much, I think he
will be so cute in them." His wife was saying. He asked, "What’s going on
girls?" Cathy said, "Cheryl has brought over some things that she says will
fit you" "Yeah thanks sis, this is all ladies stuff" he said. His ever-helpful
wife replied; "after yesterday I think this stuff as you call it suits you
just fine." Cheryl said, "I have to run girls, have fun".
After he had fixed a light breakfast for Cathy and himself she ordered him
upstairs for a bath and some serious hair removal. "If you plan on wearing
this stuff I am going to make sure you look your best." The fact that he
hadn’t planned on wearing it seemed to be lost on her. In the bath his wife
assisted him with his shaving she even took the razor and trimmed his sparse
pubic hair to a neat feminine triangle then with a slightly wicked smile she
took the razor and sculpted the top of the triangle and turned it into a
pretty heart. He saw what she had done and watched as his manhood shriveled in
his embarrassment. She had him get out and dry off and powder himself with
sweet smelling powder. Then she took a small pink box and said, "I’ll bet you
haven’t seen one of these" and he hadn’t. It looked like a small piece of lace
with strings attached "Watch" she said. She took his penis between her fingers
and shook her head, and then she laid it on the cloth. When he started to
erect she flipped the small head with her fingernail and it softened right up,
"that’s better," she said to herself. Then she folded the cloth up and began
to tighten up the laces. She tightened the little device just as she would
tighten a small corset. Soon she had his already not too large penis reduced
to about the diameter of his index finger. A small silver lock went through
the laces and his small but once proud vestige of manhood was now quite
feminine and in her control. She bent down and took the only exposed portion,
the head between her lips and sucked. His body tried to respond, blood rushed
to the penis, it tried with all it’s little mite but alas no erection was
forth coming, he was as soft as a baby, "soft like a girl" she said. With his
shaved legs, heart shaped pubic hair and delicately dressed penis he certainly
didn’t resemble a man. She patted the sheathed penis and said, "don’t get any
ideas about removing it, you’re my girl now little one, and I do mean little."
Jimmy wore white jeans a pink tee and white flat sandals his still painted toe
nails were like little sissy calling cards the latest indignity was the B cup
bra that clearly showed through the tee top. The small white clutch bag tucked
up beneath his arm reduced any chance of masculine identity to just about
nothing. He lifted his head as his wife applied a touch of color to his lips
she clipped a pair of silver earrings to his ear lobes and clapped her hands
with unconcealed happiness. His misery was obvious he had never been so
humiliated in his life. His wife had dressed him in this horrid manner and his
mother and mother in law were about to arrive at any minute for a "fun day of
lunch and shopping with the girls". It would be fun for them but he had a
feeling that any laughter would be pointed at him.
"The girls" arrived with shouts of "Oh my God, he is adorable" and from his
own mother "that little purse is just divine". In a few minutes they had
reduced him to near tears then turned their conversation to where they would
go, what they would, where they would eat he was drawn into the conversation
with questions like; "do you have lipstick in your bag sweetie?" "Those
sandals are really cute and they look comfortable, you made a smart choice
hon". He hadn’t chosen anything is beaming wife had set him up and his sister
was playing her hand in the whole thing to perfection. His mother in law
noticed how well his white jeans fit him in the crotch area and commented on
it. She said, "why it’s as if he has no, male package at all." "Isn’t that
sweet, I guess being tiny down there has its rewards." Then she turned to his
wife and said "Oh dear I am sorry I can only imagine how difficult it is for
you." "You poor thing you must be starving for real size." "Oh well maybe
someday soon you will.
The girls were relatively kind to him there were surprisingly few insults
directed at him. It was as though he had become one of them, they were
treating him as if he was another woman. Somehow this was even more
humiliating than the teasing had been. And his ability to resist this journey
into femininity had become impossible for him to resist. Much to his utter
humiliation he was becoming a girl of his own free will.
It was decided that some shopping was in order as the new girl was woefully
low on lingerie. The Feminine Underworld was a very upscale intimate apparel
store. It was not the place any man would feel comfortable in. This store
exuded femininity and sex appeal, he was out of his league for sure. The staff
turned to greet the new arrivals with warm feminine greetings. He was not
spared the humiliation air kissing, shoe compliments and being included in
everything by the use of feminine pronouns. Right off the bat he was "just a
girl" and it was soon noted that he was the designated customer. As a customer
he was quickly assigned a changing room, given a cup of tea in a dainty cup
and introduced to a young girl who would assist him in his intimate fitting.
This was all done with undisguised joy at his descent into the world of
feminine underwear.
Claudia was his assistant and she lost no time in figuring out the order of
control here, even though he was the customer, these women would call the
shots and the sissy was here for their amusement. Well that worked for her and
she would make sure this little sissy was properly pantied and padded before
he walked out of here with a dented credit card. Claudia had Jim strip "Oh my
God, that’s adorable" she said when she saw the delicate little sheath that
effectively feminized his penis. She held it in her hand and felt it attempt
to erect. She knew the tight lacing restricted it but she was smart enough to
play her hand farther "Oh my it is so tiny and it doesn’t work." "Well it’s
good you’re more girl than boy, isn’t it?" she asked with a smile. So after a
few hundred of his dollars were spent and he was humiliated further the girls
and Claudia sat down for tea Jim was asked about boyfriends, makeup, shoes and
if he was comfortable in his new bra and tummy slimmer. All he could do was
mumble in the affirmative. Jim noticed his mother in-law slip Claudia a one
hundred-dollar bill and whisper "thank you" as the ladies left the shop. Jim’s
new bra held a size larger form; he was now a proud C cup girl there was no
way his bust could be concealed. And he reasoned "so what" with his sandals,
painted toe nails, feminine pants and tee top the tits didn’t really matter
much now he was totally debased and just wanted out.
Jim seemed to come to when he felt the waiter hold his hand as he slid into
his seat at the restaurant. It was as though he just now noticed the yellow
sundress and white high-heeled strappy sandals he wore. He touched his styled
hair noticed his "done" nails and realized he had crossed a line he hadn’t
known existed.
Two weeks later the girls had gathered for cards Jim wore a simple white skirt
rose sweater and tan pumps with nude hose. His jewelry was simple, his makeup
minimal he took their wraps and handbags and put them on a spare bed. He went
into his wife’s bedroom after a discreet knock and announced the arrival of
the guests. She smiled sweetly at him and said, "you look very nice today
dear" he murmured a small thank you. He tried not to look at the man next to
her. She was aware of his embarrassment and his discomfort. She said "Did you
press Dan’s trousers and polish his shoes like you were asked?" "Yes dear" he
replied. "Good, after you assist him with his toilet you can help him dress."
Jim heard the girl’s laughter and heard the occasional comment. He heard his
wife say "Oh my God Dan is huge I can hardly walk after he stays over." Jim’s
cheeks burned with embarrassment as he knelt to tie Dan’s black wing tip
shoes. Jim had looked inside when he polished them, Dan wore a size 13 wide in
a man’ shoe.

Shoe Boy -t

He knew they were watching him. All it took was one of them to notice then the
word spread. Sometimes it would take hours maybe even a whole day would go by
before someone noticed. What was it they noticed? A movement, a gesture a slip
with his voice, what? Once they had noticed the ridicule would start. Little
giggles, smirks, pointing, telling others and then the really close scrutiny.
"Look at those shoes, his legs are real pretty, he shaves them and of course
are his breasts real?
Many of the customers were repeat customers and knew already. Sometimes they
would bring a friend so that they could add another person to the list of
people who knew. Sometimes they would bring a boyfriend or a husband and point
him out to them. He knew that some of them teased their men and asked them if
they would dress up for them. He also knew that some of the men found him
attractive and that others would like to beat him up.
When he was discovered the best he could do was to continue to scurry around
and do his best. Today he wasn’t discovered until late in the day. There were
still customers in the shop. Women waiting to try on and buy the expensive
shoes and boots sold in the exclusive shop. Shoes not unlike the dainty pump
he wore today. He had been complimented on his shoes four times today two
ladies even bought a pair. When his wife had rung up the first pair she had
said, "these will look grand on your foot. They even make his foot look
sweet." The woman turned and looked him up and down then said "prettiest pansy
in the garden." She walked away shaking her head and laughing.
He was furious and wanted to say something to his wife about that crack, but
she looked straight into his eyes and he backed off. He knew from past
experience that the best he would receive from a confrontation was more
humiliation maybe even a public spanking. He wanted to avoid that, besides
what could he do? It was not easy for a man to be very assertive wearing a
knee length pink skirt, off white ruffled blouse and the bone pumps.
He knew that he would wind up being the object of humiliation and that he
would be laughed at and ridiculed even more than he was now. She looked past
him and made a dismissive motion with her hand and he scurried away like a
servant girl, painfully aware of the stares he received from the women in the
store.
The "other girls" that worked in the shop were very much aware of his
humiliating situation and watched with unconcealed mirth at this latest
degradation. The young women shoe clerks had status over him they could, and
did order him around. "Sidney fetch those gold sandals." Or "Sidney, give this
lady a foot rub." "Sidney, be a good girl and get us a ped please." He had to
hurry around on his high heels doing this lackey work while the girls and
their customers enjoyed seeing this male humiliated in this bastion of
femininity.
He owned this store; it was one of the last successful independent shoe stores
in town. Most of the stores success was do to the skillful management provided
by his wife. When they had married he was a behind the scenes owner. He had a
flair for knowing what would be a success with his upscale women customers. He
had decorated the shop in a very feminine style. It looked more like a ladies
tea room that a shoe store. Instead of the rows of bench type seats most shoe
stores have his shop had little tables with chairs around them. There were
cute lamps and soft throw rugs over polished hard wood floors.
The little store sold nice boutique items and expensive women’s hand bags. The
store worked well however he felt out of place in this overly feminine place.
But even though the store was overtly feminine it seemed to have a power of
it’s own. The women that shopped there were feminine but not passive. They
liked this store because it made men nervous. They liked the care and special
treatment they received while shopping here. These were women that knew they
were women and that in and of it’s self was powerful.
Shortly after they were married she decided he should spend more time around
the shop. She also decided the customers would be more comfortable if he was a
little softer around the edges. She began a campaign to make him less of a
threat to "her ladies". The first thing she decided was that there was no
reason for him to buy his personal shoes at another store. They could get
fantastic discounts in their own store and there were dozens of shoe styles
that were almost mannish. It was the almost that bothered him but he went
ahead with her plan and she ordered some loafers in his size. He wasn’t happy
about being fitted for a woman’s shoe in the store lobby during a busy hour
but her "oh don’t be silly, your in the women’s shoe business you might as
well be in women’s shoes." drew laughter from the customers and put him on the
spot.
She ordered him a few pairs of suitable shoes, "to get him started" she said.
She even found him a low-heeled loafer from existing stock. He was obliged to
put on the shoe on and show her how pretty it looked on him. She was nonplused
when it seemed a bit tight. She just handed him a pair of textured trouser
socks from a handy display and he meekly submitted to this first display of
female domination and feminization. The socks were off white with a lacey
pattern in them and the shoes were a deep wine colored crock print patent
leather with a suede inset at the vamp, a gold bar accented the front. The
small hard soles made delicious feminine little click clacks as he walked
across the floor. It was decided that he, being a male, shouldn’t wait on the
customers. Besides they had a full and accomplished female sales staff. He
would "assist the other girls." Since he would be carrying boxes, cleaning and
checking stock he would need a smock or an apron.
His wife decided that in keeping with the tearoom motif an apron would be
best. She produced a white pinafore type apron that almost made his heart
stop. "I can’t wear that!" He exclaimed. She explained to him he not only
would wear it but he would also learn to do, and would do a little curtsy for
the girls and the customers. The pinafore was white with wide ruffled straps,
The bib portion had a ruffle around it and the whole thing was tied in a large
bow in the back. The apron part was trimmed in lace and had a small border
pattern of wooden shoes in pale blue. The girls just gushed over it and told
him he looked adorable in it, "like a little Dutch Girl" one of them said.
The situation just grew worse for him. He did try to discourage his wife from
the escalation of his feminization but she would just point out the growing
success of the store. She assured him that much of the success was due to his
being "man enough to be feminine". He had no idea what the hell that meant but
knew that it was usually followed by still another indignity. She began to
have him wear more "modern" slacks. His pants were now tighter in the fanny
and were often in softer fabrics, some had matching belts and were in, well
"prettier colors". His shirts started to change also. She now called them
"tops" or "blouses" and he suspected they were. A few even had hints of lace
trim at the neckline one even had a little bow at the waist off to one side.
As most of the pants had no pockets he was told to select a few purses from
the expensive line that they carried. The bags were styled by women designers
and were very expensive. There was no way they would ever be called men’s bags
or even unisex. These were women’s purses in the finest of leathers with
delicate closures and straps. Just holding a purse this feminine would
embarrass most men. He was no exception the day she gifted him with the little
red leather clutch and the matching flats he balked. In fact he almost
rebelled but the girls and his wife convinced him to "give it a try". It was
really the beginning of the end for him, it was just awful.
He had been given a pair of pale pink trousers to wear that morning. His wife
decided the pink was too much with the red skimmers so she selected a gray
skirt. A skirt for Gods sake. Well he would not wear a skirt. Sometimes the
things we say turn out to be our undoing. He didn’t have to wear the skirt. He
wore a white dress with a red flower print. The skirt was full and needed a
full petticoat that his wife gladly provided "until he got his own" With his
shaved legs, red flatties, nude hose and clutching his red purse he was the
picture of the absolute subjugated sissy husband. When he was marched in to
the store that morning it was bedlam. The girls were beside themselves with
glee. They sent him everywhere, had him doing everything, they loved to have
him doing tasks that kept him in plain view and doing his little curtsies.
After a few hours of this humiliation one of the girls asked his wife if she
"could take Sidney for a makeover" She said "this is really embarrassing for
her, if she looked more like a girl she would be more comfortable". His wife
thought that was a wonderful idea. She made a couple of calls and Sidney was
off to the department store for a makeover and then to the salon for some work
with his hair. Three hours later Sidney and the clerk returned to the shop.
Sidney still wore the dress and his cute red flat shoes. He had been "done
over" in every sense of the word. His make up was flawless and he had been
encouraged to purchase everything the bevy of consultants used on him. He had
been told to come in every day for a free critique. "Wont that be neat
Sidney?" the young clerk asked him with a big smile on her face. The salon had
tipped his hair in a blonde highlight the girls had styled his short hair in a
surprisingly feminine style considering he went in with a "regular guys cut".
He looked like a pretty young woman with a short but feminine hairstyle. He
felt like a sissy in a white dress. In his heart he knew he was a sissy in a
white dress. His wife just looked at him and said, "you really take to this,
don’t you?" before he could protest she went on to say "I guess you can stay
in dresses". The girls were practically jumping for joy, he was trying to
lodge his complaints but the girls were hugging him and carrying on like he
was a silly girl in his twenties and a contemporary of theirs. He owned this
store for gosh sakes he could fire every one of them if he wanted! His wife
said, "Ok girls let’s get back to work." "Girls includes you too Sidney."
That night at home she called him to the parlor. He had changed into his pink
trousers, a gray sweater and gray loafers. He wore knee-highs and had changed
his things to a black purse from the little red one he had been forced to use
all day. She had him stand in front of her and she looked him up and down.
"Not much of a man are you Sidney?" "I made a doctor appointment for you
tomorrow afternoon. Wear a that nice tan skirt and the lavender sweater set I
gave you, wear black pumps and carry that black bag you are using now. Dr.
Feminett will get you straightened out." Then she dismissed him. He planned on
straightening out some things with this Dr. Feminett who ever he was. He was
getting pretty darned upset about the way he was being treated by his wife. He
was a man by gosh and he had let her do this to him.
Well the shoe was going on the other foot now with this doctor on his side he
would have this turned around quicker than she could say "get your purse
Sidney."
Dr. Helen Feminett was six feet tall in flats and she didn’t wear flats.
Before Sidney could even shake her hand she ordered him stripped naked and on
his back on a gynecological exam table. In short order the doctor, three
female nurses and his wife surrounded him. His feet were in the stirrups and
strapped down, his hands were similarly secured above his head. A young nurse
was shaving his groin while his erect penis waved at them all.
Dr. Feminett was saying something about controlling unwanted erections. The
doctor nodded to a nurse and she promptly swatted his penis with a twelve-inch
ruler. When he screamed he was rewarded with a wad of gauze pads stuffed in
his mouth and a band of adhesive tape over it. The doctor examined his
privates and said things to the nurses and his wife, mostly to his wife. His
penis had a mind of it’s own and would rise with the manipulations from the
doctors soft hands. With each beginning erection the nurse was there with her
trusty ruler. As the offending erection was slapped down the doctor or his
wife would look at him with disgust, the nurses just giggled. They seemed to
be enjoying his humiliation.
The doctor still had his penis in her hand as she turned to his wife and said.
" I recommend the removal of the testicles and the penis." "Since he insists
on the wearing of women’s clothing the operation will make him just that much
more, shall we say, lady like". "But if you wish to retain them I can do the
other procedure right now." His wife nodded. Without being told one of the
nurses went to a cupboard and got down several things for the "procedure".
Dr. Feminett explained the procedure as she worked. He was given a local
anesthetic but the pain was not completely removed. He thought this was done
on purpose. His penis was pierced on the bottom near the head, his testicle
sacks were pierced on their bottom and a forth piercing was done in the small
space between the testicles and his anus. Rings were soldered in place and the
penis was drawn back and connected to the ring near his anus. The testicles
were pushed up and the empty sacks were hooked together over the penis. The
good doctor told his smiling wife that with panties on it would look like the
mature labia of a woman. He was to have "a panty line to die for" she
explained.
He would, of course sit to pee and would need to wipe when through; erections
would be impossible because of discomfort. He would need regular prostrate
massaging she would show her how to do that after he was healed. "Now as to
sex" the doctor said, "his tongue is a good as ever and if you need
penetration he can wear a device. We even have one that fits over the chin so
that his mouth will be the level of your clitoris when full penetration is
reached. Most women like this.
There will be times when you need a real man on your arms, and you should feel
free to date as you please. If you desire them as sex partners I am sure
Sidney will grow to understand." She finished all that with a small smile for
everyone there, including him.
Four weeks later Sidney met his wife’s new male friend. Sidney wore a light
blue skirt with navy top and navy pumps. He lightly shook this mans hand and
blushed as he kissed Sidney’s cheek and said, "What a pretty thing you are."
His wife explained to Sidney that she would be out and when they returned
"Albert will show us how to do the milking thing Dr Feminett told us about."
That night Sidney knelt in the center of the coffee table. He was stripped to
just his bra, panties and thigh high hose. Albert had slipped on a pair of
rubber gloves and had greased up the fingers of one hand. He deftly removed
Sidney’s panties and said, "he really has nice taste in lingerie"
Albert’s finger slid into Sidney’s rectum, Sidney groaned as much from
humiliation as pain. Albert’s finger found it’s mark and Sidney let out a
girlish scream. Albert and his wife both laughed at this unexpected feminine
outburst then it happened. Sidney began expelling his seaman Albert held a
tissue over Sidney’s flaccid penis. When the milking was over Sidney was given
the soiled gloves and dirty tissue and told to clean up, put on something
pretty and come give Albert the thanks he deserves.
Later wearing a short black dress and pumps Sidney asked Albert if he would
please spend the night and satisfy his wife. Albert smiled and assured Sidney
that he would be glad to do just that. That night as his wife and Albert
shared a bed Sidney polished Albert’s shoes and pressed his slacks.
The next morning dressed in pink slacks, gray flats and a gray sweater he
served breakfast to the lovers and with burning cheeks he was forced to ask
Albert for another milking.

The Help -t

Jim was staying out of the way. Something he tried to do now days. He really
didn’t want to be seen when she had company. She could hear his running of the
vacuum cleaner in the rear of the house. She knew he was working back there in
the hopes of staying out of sight. Jim looked at himself in the full-length
mirror of the master bedroom. He had on one of his working uniforms. They were
more comfortable than the formal ones. This one was gray, the skirt ended just
above the knee, the dress it’s self was rather pretty; gray with white lace at
the neckline and sleeves, a black satin ribbon was threaded through the lace
and tied in small bows. He looked as his legs and feet, off black panty hose
and low heeled plain black pumps, he wore minimal make up, his own short hair
mannish except for the two black hair clips one on each side of his head.
Leaving the vacuum cleaner run he took some time to really examine himself in
the mirror. She had led him to this and he had willing allowed it to happen.
She had caught him wearing her black knit dress with a pair of black patent
pumps he had bought in a cheap shoe store. He was wearing a tea apron and was
dusting as thought he was a French Maid. The flash from her camera had got his
attention, she got off several more shots of him in his panic and even more as
he ran off in his heels, hose and the too small dress. Several hours later he
appeared before her, dressed in his male clothes and very embarrassed he
confessed his crossdressing and his fantasy of submission. She had already
decided his fate. He would dress for her; she would use him as her maid. He
would be spanked and humiliated for misdeeds or mistakes. When and how he
dressed would be at her choosing. From now on she would decide when and how
they would have sex. The pictures and the negatives would be kept by her along
with a further photo study of him dressing, masturbating, singing and dancing.
She would pick the outfits for the photo sessions, and he would perform with a
big smile. If she wasn’t pleased with him as a maid the photos would be shown
to his boss, friends, father and brothers. She did have friends who were going
to see them and she was reserving the right see men as she saw fit. He would
act as the dutiful maid, curtsy and wish her a pleasant evening with her
gentleman friend. He would speak only when spoken to and be subjected to over
the knee spankings when instant correction was needed.
This flashback of his total capitulation was one he often played as he looked
at what he had become. All the what ifs, the if onlys and the if I had done
this or that that played in his head meant nothing now. He had accepted the
terms, bowed his head and agreed to this, this submission. It was too late now
to do anything she had turned him into this mincing sissy maid and both he and
her knew he wanted this as much as she enjoyed inflicting it on him.
He heard the little bell she used to summon him. He checked himself in the
mirror, hem straight, no dust on shoes, no dampness at armpits, make up fresh
and hair neat, he was ready. She had been talking to her guest for nearly an
hour. Jim hadn’t been seen. The guest was a woman who had at one time worked
for Jim. As a secretary Jim had treated her with disdain and when she left his
employment to start her own business Jim told her he would give her 3 months
then when she begged he would hire her back. Well her company was a rousing
success with over 30 employees.
Jim’s wife had always liked Sara Wilson and they had become friends and saw
each other often. Sara was one of the people who had seen the photos of Jim.
She heartily approved of Jim’s situation. Today Sara wore a denim skirt, a red
tee shirt and red cowgirl boots. She looked very cute and casual. When Jim’s
wife rang the small bell, Sara said, " no, you don’t really" but the bell
rang. They heard Jim’s heels before they saw him. Both women turned to see the
maid. Jim’s mouth dropped open when he saw Sara Wilson. There was probably no
one that Jim wanted to see any less that her. Sara had a big smile on her
face, as she looked the "maid" over. And look she did from his pumps to his
cute hair clips, she had him turn do a curtsy and mince over for a closer
look. Turning to Jim’s wife she asked, "what do you call it?" Jim was used to
being referred to as she or her but not it. It hurt his feelings and
embarrassed him deeply. "Oh this is precious, what an adorable sissy this is"
Sara said. Jim stood there and took it. His wife asked Sara if she would like
to see Jim in a formal uniform, she of course did. Jim was dispatched to his
room to change. He could hear the women laughing and could guess that he was
the topic of conversation. In about ten minutes a blushing maid stood before
the women. He wore his black satin formal dress. It was a classic French
maid’s outfit but exaggerated to show of his sissy state. The skirt barely
cleared his stocking tops, garter tabs clipped to the fishnet hose shown when
he bent over. The tiny lace apron did little to protect the dress it just
emphasized the girlish look. The black patent shoes had high stiletto heels
that would be impossible to actually work in and the little white cap pinned
to the French twist styled blonde wig topped off the look. Jim was well aware
of the look he presented. It was exactly the fantasy he had longed to live
out, now as he was living it he felt he was living in hell. He knew he would
have a raging erection except for the penis sheath he had to wear with the
formal dress. The two ladies called him forward Sara got up to have a look.
She circled him a couple of times, felt the lace on his sleeves, and little
apron, she lifted his skirt slightly to look at his petticoats and garter
belt. Turning to Jim’s wife she asked, "what about sex? Surely you don’t have
sex with this girl, do you?" Jim’s wife just smiled and said "She has a very
talented tongue and if I need a man it’s not a problem to find one." Sara
asked if the maid still had a functioning penis. Jim’s heart stopped and he
knew what was coming next. He dreaded the command that he knew he would soon
hear. "Show your former secretary your little princes sweetie" Blushing so
hard that he felt the red showed through his make up, Jim stood in front of
Sara Wilson and lifted his skirts and lowered his panties, he reached between
his legs and released a small clasp. His penis moved to its normal position.
Sara was beside herself with laughter. Pointing at the sheathed member she
said, "My God his penis is a girl" His penis wore a black satin corset like
garment with a ruffle at the end. It was laced with a ribbon so tightly that
the diameter was reduced to about the size of an index finger. "Would you like
to see how it has sex?" Sara said that she would love that. She sent Jim for
his papers. Jim pleaded with his eyes to be spared this indignity. But she was
relentless he would be further shamed. Jim laid newspaper on the floor, he
knelt and sat back on his heels, he held his penis between his thumb and index
finger with his right hand, his left hand held up the skirts. He had been
taught to extend the rest of his fingers in a lady like manner like a woman
holding a teacup. At a nod from his wife he began masturbating with each
stroke he would stick out his tongue like a dog having it’s belly rubbed. The
two women were roaring with laughter at this sight, causing Jim great
humiliation. His being unable to reach a full erection increased the
humiliation. The women of course noticed this and a stream of comments were
forth coming. As he began to reach his climax he heard his wife say go on the
paper sissy, and he did. Jim’s semen shot up and out and landed in several
spots on the newspaper. Without being told Jim knelt and licked up the sperm.
Jim just sat there knowing the women were looking at him he had never felt
such shame.
His wife spoke "Jim I know you have been humiliated beyond belief, this was
your fantasy. I will release you from this punishment if you so desire, or you
can remain my submissive maid and you life will continue in this way. You may
respond." He couldn’t believe his own voice as he said, "Please allow me to
serve"

My Brother's Little Problem -t

When I was eighteen my father remarried. I just loved my new stepmother and
was glad that dad had found someone. In a short time Martha had changed my
father from a rough and tumble typical macho dad into a kind and sweet
gentleman. I thought the change was best for all concerned. He had lost his
beer gut, had improved his posture and had become very respectful of women.
Martha had him cleaning the house, cooking meals and doing personal tasks for
her and I. My father had even offered to shine my shoes and boots for me. Well
it was really Martha who had offered his services but he didn’t refuse. He did
look a little embarrassed about it, but when Martha said "Eliot, ask her if
you can take care of her shoe wardrobe." He asked and once a week he checks to
see what needs care. He polishes and cleans any shoes that need it, cleans the
soles and powders the insides. What’s really cute is the little apron he wears
when he is working at home.
My little brother Mike really has a problem with Martha. He hates her and
thinks she is turning Dad into a sissy. I tried to tell him that her and Dad’s
marriage is their business and not his, but he won’t listen and just will not
be nice to her. I have told him to be careful around her "she isn’t going to
take your crap Mikey". He just laughs it off.
Mikey is just fourteen and a bit of a brat. Our mother and I both spoiled him.
He is used to getting his way and has always been able to manipulate the women
around him. Martha is different she seems to be able to run the men in any
direction she wishes. I had the feeling my father had already learned this and
eventually Mike would also.
I was eighteen and lived at home but as an adult I pretty much can come and go
as I please. My father had objected to my freedom but Martha told him "She is
a young woman, and as a woman in this house she will do as she pleases!" I
couldn’t believe it when my father said "yes ma’am" So I was free to stay at
my boyfriend’s house on the weekends, and often did. I was in college and was
working part time so I wasn’t home all that much.
I was just leaving one Friday night when I heard Mikey and my stepmother
really going at it in the kitchen. Martha had assigned Mike some task that he
thought was beneath his worth and they were discussing it. I could see that
Mikey was going to lose this argument. I just waved by-by to them and left. My
weekend didn’t go well I had a fight with my boyfriend and returned home
Saturday afternoon.
When I walked in I was surprised to see my father and stepmother talking to a
girl of about twelve. She sat next to Martha on the couch. My father sat in a
straight chair across from Martha and the girl. The young girl was dressed in
a pink party type dress she was nervously crossing and uncrossing her pretty
little ankles. My eyes were drawn to her white ankle socks with the pink trim,
on her feet were a pair of black patent Mary Janes. She sat with her hands
folded in her lap her head was bowed down as if she was looking intently at
her hands. She never even looked at me when I walked in.
"And who is this charming little thing?" I said. Martha smiled and said, "This
little cutie is your younger brother." "Oh my GOD" I said, "It is him, oh he
is adorable. How did you do it?" Martha said it was easy and it was the best
way to train an unruly male. Then she said "It has worked wonders on your
father." I looked over at my father and he was busy looking at his folded
hands also. Then I noticed that my dad was wearing what looked to be a pair of
ladies pant boots and judging by the cut of his pants ladies slacks.
"Stand up dad" I said. And my father dutifully stood. He kept his eyes down,
as I looked him over. I fingered the zipper on the side of his slacks, felt
the fabric of his almost a shirt blouse and traced the line of his bra across
his back. I heard his intake of breath as my hand felt the smooth panty line
of his posterior. "Nice" I said. "Now you Mikey stand up sweetie pie." Sweetie
pie stood and he too kept his eyes down, must be a guy thing. I took Mike’s
hand and pulled him to the room’s center. I stepped back and just looked.
The dress was the focal point. It was pink with white ruffled trim. It was as
feminine as a nursing mother. The puffed sleeves were short with a ruffled
edge. The hem was well above the knee and the stiff white petticoats stood
almost straight out. I reached out and felt the boys leg, "Oh Mikey, you shave
your legs." "That’s so sweet". He blushed from; I swear his legs to his ears.
Martha had styled his boyish hair into a mostly feminine style a large pink
ribbon was pinned to the upper side of his pretty head. He wore soft make up
and was about as humiliated as a boy could be. I turned to Martha and asked
her if I could borrow the new girl for a while. She said, "Of course dear,
enjoy her." I turned and started up the stairs to my room. I looked back at
Mike and said "get my bag dear and follow me."
Mike seemed glad to get out of the living room and the dominating presence of
his stepmother. In my room he broke down, "you’ve gotta help me sis." I said
"your smart mouth got you into this fix my pretty one. You had better keep it
shut or GOD knows what she will do next." Now lets talk. "You better face it
girl, you are going to be in dresses for a while. The best deal for you is to
get to dress your age. You really are quite pretty and dressed like an early
teen you will be a very pretty young girl. Dressed like you are, well you are
a very pretty sissy." He sobbed and said "But I can’t dress like a girl. What
will my friends say?" "What will they say when they see the outfit you have on
now?" I asked. He just shook his head and sobbed quietly. Now listen Mikey,
"you look really cute this way, and I like the why you behave much better than
you did when you wore pants." "If you behave like a nice little girl maybe you
can be in clothing that suites your age." "I will talk to Martha if you
promise to be a sweet girl, if not then, well I guess you know what will
happen when your friends see you." "Here you can read this copy of Cosmo, we
can get you some Teen Beat or Seventeen later, when we go shopping."
"Shopping?" was all he said. "Now Mikey, let’s teach you how to do girl."
"Stand up sweet heart, oh that is so precious, you are just the most darling
little sissy ever." "Ok girl, walk for me, walk in front of the mirror."
"Watch me, hold your hands down, keep your upper body straight, take shorter
steps." "The main thing is to remember your are a young lady now, carry
yourself as one." "You practice for a while and I will go and talk to Martha."

I got downstairs to find my father at Martha’s feet. He had a very complete
pedicure kit out and was in the process of doing a spa pedicure on her. "Ooh
that looks yummy," I said. "Maybe your foot girl could do me later?" I asked.
"Of course dear" was Martha’s response. I sat next to her and brought up the
subject of Mike. "Martha I have convinced Mike that you intend to keep him
dressed like a girl child and send him to school in a party dress." "I also
convinced him that it would be best for him to dress as a girl his own age,
since he will be staying as a girl." A big smile crossed over Martha’s face.
"You devil you." She said. "I was only going to embarrass him a little over
the weekend."
"Well we can’t pass up this opportunity to help the boy become a better
person." "Can we?" "I will need to take him shopping." I said. Martha said,
"use your fathers credit card." "Get the new girl everything she needs." Oh
and dear keep her in the party dress for the shopping trip." It will help her
remember to behave."
It was a very contrite little girl that made the trip to the mall that day.
Mikey was the picture of embarrassment as we walked to the car. He sat quietly
and sobbed gently as I drove the car through town and eventually the mall.
Mike hesitated getting out of the car. I held the door for him and handed him
his little black patent purse. I almost couldn’t go through with it when I saw
the look of terror in his eyes.
The mall was filled with teenagers I knew Mike must know many of them and that
he was in abject terror of being seen. Mikey’s little shoes made a darling
little girlish click clack as he walked along. I know that the feminine sound
must have been horror to his ears. I remembered how much I loved the sound of
my shoes when I was a little girl. I smiled at the thought of my bratty little
brother hearing his hard little heels screaming "sissy" in his ears. He moved
over to my side in an effort to not be seen by the group of girls hanging out
in front of a shop called Rave.
Rave seemed to be just the kind of shop the new Mikey should check out, so I
guided the thoroughly humiliated boy into the confines of this bastion of
teen-age femininity. We heard it at the same time, "Mikey?" "Oh my God, it is
you." I turned to see a grinning pair of teen-age girls. "What gives Mike?"
"Did you lose a bet or something?" Before Mike had a chance to make up a story
I said, "Mike is being punished, and will have to spend a few weeks, maybe
even months as a girl." "She needs a new wardrobe, do you think you girls
could help us shop?" "She will need panties, bras, skirts, shoes and make up
for a girl her age." The two teen girls were just jumping at the chance to add
to the humiliation of Mikey.
By know we had drawn the attention of a couple of sales clerks and two more
girls who were being filled in on Mikey’s plight. It seems Mike had a
reputation as being a hellion around the girls at school, the group of girls
thought Mikey’s punishment was fitting his crimes just fine. I gave one of the
girls the credit card and said "Have fun." "I am going for coffee and I need
some shoes myself." "Meet me at the makeup counter over at Macys when she is
all fixed up."
I found a darling pair of flats for myself and was on my second Latte when
Mikey and his new best girlfriends showed up. Mikey no longer had on the pink
dress. He did have on a pink short all outfit with a white tee under it. The
tee was all girl though with dainty lace at the neck and sleeves. He still
wore his Mary Jane's and ankle socks and carried his little girl’s purse. The
finial indignity was the pink ribbon Martha had pinned in his boyish hair. The
girls carried bags and bags of things from Rave, Wet Seal and Forever Young
all the new miss needed now was make up and some shoes. Macys had a great shoe
store for a girl like Mike and I just knew that a nice sit down make over in
full view of the store would be the ticket to remove the last vestiges of
Mikes manhood.
"Did you girls find suitable underwear for her?" "Oh yes, in fact she is
wearing her first bra and the clerk at Victoria’s Secret gave her something
special." Mike was turning beet red. I leaned in real close and said "Tell me
what she gave you sweet heart." "A ribbon" he said. One of the girls whispered
in my ear and told me that the girl at Victoria’s Secret and tied a wide pink
ribbon around Mikes penis and pulled it back between his legs, for a nice
girly panty line. She showed me how the ends of the ribbon were just visible
at the hem of his darling shorts. We took Mike to the make up counter and left
him to the mercy of the make up consultant while the girls and I had a coffee
and watched the crowd form around Mike and the make up girls.
With in thirty minutes Mike was finished and the girls and I could not believe
the transformation that had taken place. Mike was lovely, he was no longer a
boy even the girls who had teased him so much seemed to accept him as a girl.
They hugged him and held his hand as we all went upstairs to the shoe shop.
The girls had engaged him in the secret world of girl talk and their whispers
and little girly asides were designed to include him. I knew Mike was aware of
this change and that he realized he had crossed a line.
I watched as Mike and his new group of girlfriends squealed in delight at the
adorable cross strap sandals Mike was trying on. I saw the disbelief in Mike’s
eyes as he heard his own words "Sis can I wear them home, please." "Sure
sweetie but we need to get you some nice school shoes too." The group of girls
ran to the next display and I could see that my little brother was in a
discussion with his friends about the merits of a pair of clunky-soled Mary
Jane's as opposed to the burgundy loafers. "Honey get them both." "Oh sis you
are the best." Mikey was now a girl and the enormity of his new situation was
just beginning to hit home. My little sister had a problem.

Girl Day -t

I saw them as soon as I walked into the house, two pair of Mary Jane shoes.
One in classic black patent the other in red kid, sitting with the shoes on
the dining room table was the small black purse. Standing at the table, all
smiles were my mother, sister and my cousin. "Guess what we found in your
room?" I knew what they had found; I was looking right at them. I decided to
try a power play and said, "I really don’t know what you ladies found and I
couldn’t care less." It seemed to work the girls became defensive and started
to both talk at the same time. Male power I thought as I started to move by
them and go to my room. Well it almost worked, mom didn’t buy it, and darn I
was afraid of that. "Just a minute dear" she said, "we still want to know why
you have these pretty things ". I was really stuck. I had taken the black
shoes and the handbag from my sister about a year ago; they no longer even fit
me. The red ones belonged to my cousin and I had snatched them just yesterday.
I planned to put them back later today, well at least before Sunday when her
visit ended. I knew she wouldn’t be wearing her good shoes until she went to
church Sunday morning and then returned to her home that afternoon. Shit I
really thought I could get away with it. "Did you wear them pumpkin?" my mom
asked. Pumpkin? Oh my GOD I gotta get outta here. She took me aside, arm
around my shoulder and very sweetly asked me if I needed to tell her anything.
I said "no!" and ran to my room.
I was sitting on the bed when she came in; she had the red shoes in her hand
along with a few other things. "Well pumpkin, I for one want to see how you
look in these". "Mom no I don’t want to wear them in front of you." She smiled
and told me that I would wear them not only in front of her but also in front
of my cosin Denise and my sister Shelly. She went on to say that shoes
wouldn’t be the only pretties I would wear. "We are going to really have some
fun pumpkin," she said. "No mom" I yelled. She never stopped smiling, she said
just said as sweetly as you can imagine "they should fit you nicely, I even
brought a pair of panty hose for you too". "OK pumpkin drop those pants, let’s
have a look". In a surprisingly quick move she was next to me on the bed and
had pushed me back. She undid my pants and said" "Are you going to take them
off or am I?" " I took them off, and took off my underwear. I glared at her as
she handed me a pair of white nylon panties. "Let’s take a look" She seemed to
like how I looked in panties. "Do you know how to wear pantyhose pumpkin?" She
agreed to show me even though I had said nothing. After modeling the hose for
her she handed me the shoes. I knew they fit, I had had them on earlier that
day, but I was surprised at how nice they felt with the nylons on. Mom bent
down and secured the buckles and had me stand and walk for her. She handed me
the last item she had, a plaid skirt, Short, pleated and mostly reds and
greens she zipped up the back zipper and patted the bed and said in no
uncertain terms "sit" I sat.
She moved over to stand in front of me. She couldn’t conceal her laughter as
she surveyed my debasement. "Wow pants to panties in about 10 minutes" "Mom
please" but I never finished. "Girls come on up" "No mom, Mom no, no, no," but
it did no good. Two giggling girls stood one on each side of mom laughing and
chattering away about what they were planning to do with me. I just hung my
head and as I saw my nylon clad legs exiting the plaid skirt and ending in the
red Mary Jane’s, I just started to cry. If I had cried to gain sympathy I
would have been disappointed. The most I got was more teasing and I heard
things like "cry’s like a girl". Mom said "ok butterfly dry the tears, and
come downstairs." They all turned and left me alone in my misery. As I got up
to follow I saw myself in a mirror, a fifteen-year-old boy in a skirt and
girls shoes. Oh shit.
Downstairs found us all back at the dinning room table that had started it
all. This time mom handed me the little girl’s purse I had stolen a year ago
from my sisters discarded things. Dumbly I took it. "Look inside sweetums" I
did and found my wallet, a lipstick and a tampon. I groaned. Mom took the
lipstick and made me pucker, she applied a small amount of the young girl pink
to my lips, and then to my horror put a little hair clip on one side of my
head. I really wanted to die. Before I could recover I was out the door, in
the back seat of the car between my cousin and my sister. Feminine pronouns
were flowing like water between mom and the girl monsters, I realized they
were talking about me as her, a she person. My sister was, as usual on her
cell phone chatting with some other teen-aged bimbo at the same time she was
talking to mom, Denise and me. Then I heard her say "we’ll be at the mall in
10, look for us in Wet Seal" "Mom you can’t take me to the mall!" nobody said
a word oh man I am going to the mall, and who was the bimbo we were meeting in
10? It took my mother and my sister to drag me from the car. Cousin Denise
said if I drug her shoes I would just have to buy her new ones. This was more
than I could take oh shit I am starting to cry.
Mom sat me in the front seat of the car and laid out the facts of life. We
were here and I was going to the mall. Not only that we were going to Wet Seal
where I would buy a complete out fit suitable for a girl my age and size. Then
we would go to Macy’s for shoes; a purse and a stop at the Lancôme counter for
a little make over. We would meet my girlfriend at Wet Seal and she would
assist in my transition. I could make it hard or make it easy but it was going
to happen. If I wanted it easy mom would tuck in my tee shirt, do my face and
allow me to be as much of a girl as I could. If I chose hard I would be
marched in just as I was right now. I chose easy. Mom and the girls went right
into action, make up, brushes and combs were flying a few minutes later mom
said "there". My cousin Denise and sister Shelly stood there open mouthed mom
looked a little dumbstruck her self. "What?" Was all I had to say. "Pumpkin,
your lovely" was all mom said. Mom told me that I looked very pretty and that
probably no one will notice that I am a boy. It was the probably part that had
me going, she went on to advise me that I had better act the part as well as
look the part or I would be found out for sure. Shelly and Denise flanked me
and carried on a conversation with me about all sorts of girl things. Mom
walked behind us and entered into the conversation and offered little tidbits
of girl help that caused me to blush from neck to cheek.
The mall was a mad house of teenage girls and boys. The checking out of each
other was rampant. Denise and Shelly instantly assumed a "aren’t we cute" mode
and pretended to ignore the boys that were gawking at them, all the while
comparing their separate thought about the males and bursting into fits of
girly giggles when one of them said something even remotely funny. Mom stepped
up beside me and said to all of us "be sure to include the "new girl" in your
conversation. I couldn’t believe I was really here and this was really
happening. Wet Seal was at the other end of the mall; we would have to pass
through a gauntlet of horny teen-age boys hanging out in front of the movies.
Shelly said to me " smile and stick out your tits" I looked over at mom and
she just nodded a just do it nod. I couldn’t believe it my own mom wanted me
to attract the boys. You have to understand I should have been with those boys
checking out the chicks instead of being a chick. I looked down and saw the
toes of my shoes as I walked suddenly the girlish click of my hard little
heels sounded like thunder in my ears. My panty hose, my skirt and my girls
shoes, my GOD what next? The boys got their eye full, said a few "hi girls",
and like my new best girlfriends I smiled and avoided eye contact. Denise
whispered in my ear "I think that tall boy in the letterman’s jacket likes
you. Isn’t he dreamy?"
For some reason I felt relieved when we entered Wet Seal. The relief was
shattered when I took in this bastion of teen-age femininity. Girls that knew
my sister, girls that knew my cousin all hugging each other and air kissing,
GOD it was enough to make you sick. I heard mom’s voice say "over here
pumpkin". If she called me pumpkin one more time I was going to kill her. "I
want you to see this dress" Mom was holding up a print dress made from a
crinkle fabric. It was very feminine it would be above the knee, had a tie in
the back and seemed to have a built in slip, there was a ruffle at the hem.
The dress was mostly pink and black, Shelly had come over and her and mom were
talking shoes to go with the dress. It looked at though I would be getting a
dress, shoes and a handbag.
My initial panic had subsided a bit, I was thinking that I could just laser
this ordeal when it happened. The sales clerk came up and said to mom "can I
start a room for your daughter?" Mom smiled and said "yes". From behind me
came a voice I knew too well, my girlfriend Annie. "Well it’s 10:00 and here I
am, what’s the surprise?" Shelly just pointed in my direction and I turned to
look at Annie and two other girls I knew from school. "David?" I just nodded
while the sales clerk tried to regain her balance. Annie circled me looking me
up and down like she was thinking of purchasing me. Finally she said, "this is
a good look for him. I like it". I hung my head in absolute shame as I carried
my soon to be new dress into the dressing room.
After a day of shopping, and I mean serious shopping, I had three dresses,
some jeans, slacks, three skirts, a pair of black pumps, black flats, sandals,
black and tan loafers and tennies. In addition to that I had bras, panties,
slips, sweaters and blouses. Annie took me off by myself and had a little talk
with me. "This was your first girl day, but it won’t be the last." "I will be
over tomorrow to go to church with you". "I want you in the print dress and
black pumps, carry that small black purse". "There is a boy named Clark I have
been thinking about dating. You and I will be having lunch with him and his
brother William." "If William asks you out we can double date." I knew then
and there that my life had forever changed. My first girl day had become my
life.

Check Up -t

He hated this part. The young nurse stepped into the waiting room, looked at
the group of women waiting and said "Mr. Clark, the Doctor will see you now"
The Doctor insisted on using the M.R. designation. He stood and began moving
over toward the smiling nurse. He and all the women in the waiting room were
aware of his knee length navy and white skirt, jacket, white blouse and navy
and white spectator pumps. His legs looked great in nude stockings, his
matching bag bumped his hip as he walked. The nurse said "M R. Clark, you look
lovely today. How are your breasts? They certainly look good". He hated this
part, the giggles, the titters and the smirks behind his back His heels
clicked as they walked to the examination room. Nurse Becky engaged him in
girl talk, she of course knew how humiliated he was and loved to force him to
talk about hem lengths, heel height and lip colors. She also knew how much he
really loved that stuff and how that love had led him down the road he had so
willingly traveled.
Another girl joined Becky in the examination room; they both sat in the
provided chairs while he stood. Both were smiling at him while Becky said "The
Doctor wants you naked." He knew that would happen, it always did. He also
knew that Becky would stay and watch him strip, smiling all the while,
commenting about his panties, his slip and his overall girlish good looks. The
nurses aid would be there because he was male, or thought he was, and they
were female staff, at least they would say that was why they were there. He
suspected it was to add to his humiliation, it did too. He would have to
remove his wig to take his slip off, he hated that part. He kicked off his
pumps with practiced skill then sat them side by side by the examination
table. His jacket came next, his skirt and blouse, and he hung them all on the
provided hook. He looked at the two young women watching him, sighed and
removed the wig, he hated that part. Becky loved the look of this near naked
male with full makeup and no feminine hair. The other girl who had never met
MR. Clark was having a difficult time concealing her laughter. He removed the
pantyhose and then unhooked his bra (his bra, now there was a phrase that took
some getting used to) His breasts sprang free. Nurse Becky wanted to see them,
she lifted one gently in her hand and felt the nipple area "Gee these are
really pretty MR Clark" she said. She pointed at his crotch are and gave a
little gesture, he pulled down his panties. His penis was tucked away between
his legs in a little decorative sheath made of lace and black patent leather.
She made a motion once more and he reached between his legs and unclasped the
sheath. The penis moved forward and she untied the ribbon that held the sheath
tightly around the penis. She laid the sheath in one of his pumps and watched,
as his penis became erect.
She knew he was dying of embarrassment she knew he was as excited over the
humiliation he was experiencing as he was by being in the presence of the two
pretty girls. Nurse Becky handed him an examination gown and said, "the Doctor
will be in soon". He sat on the end of the table and looked down at his smooth
pretty legs and painted toenails. He was very aware and embarrassed about his
still hard erection. He dearly hoped it would go down before the Doctor
arrived. It didn’t. Doctor Evans and another woman entered. Dr Evans was his
wife’s OBGYN, and now his general practitioner, she had done his breast
implants. She introduced the other woman as DR Marion Sinclair. DR Evans
motioned for him to stand and disrobe. He did and they both looked down and
smiled at his still hard penis. Their gaze moved to his breasts and they began
their exam. Both Doctors probed, lifted and massaged is perky breasts. They
talked about how beautiful they were and how lucky he was to have a wife who
would give him the honor of having something so feminine. Both Doctors put on
rubber gloves and turned their attention to his erect member. Dr Evans put a
small amount of hand lotion in her rubber gloved right hand and held a small
glass jar in her left, with three quick strokes of her hand she filled the jar
with his semen. "Well that was quick," she said to DR Sinclair. "Not much
pleasure for a woman, he would be better off without it". "Ok Miss Priss up on
the table, feet in the stirrups." DR Sinclair laid a white towel on his belly
put KY jelly on her fingers and inserted two fingers up his rectum. She moved
them in and out and much to his already enormous shame his recently spent
penis became semi erect. She pushed in a little further and massaged his
prostate. He ejaculated once more, not really an ejaculation more a dribble
and no pleasure just a messy towel. DR Evans looked at the soiled towel, shook
her head in disgust and told him to clean up, dress and not to forget his
sheath. When he was ready he was to meet them in her office; he was told his
wife was there to discuss his erection problems.
He entered the office, his wife, DR Evans, DR Sinclair and Nurse Becky were
all there. There were no seats left for him DR Evans motioned him to a small
pink child’s stool. He said he would stand and his wife said in no uncertain
terms "SIT". He sat feeling absolutely silly on the little stool in front of
his wife. His pretty legs were too long for the little stool he had a choice
of sticking them straight out or bringing them up till they were under his
chin, no matter what he chose he looked like what he was a sissy male dressed
up like a girl. He settled on placing his ankles next to each other, bringing
his knees up and putting his arm around his legs to keep his skirt from
sliding down and showing too much leg. The women all seemed to be enjoying his
predicament. Nurse Becky was reading from a yellow note pad, she smiled at him
and went on. "As soon as he disrobed his erection was obvious, I would have
expected more self control from a grown married man". Dr Evans turned to DR
Sinclair, Marion Sinclair said " He was erect when we got there, he had two
ejaculations in the course of a few minutes, it's clear he is out of control".

DR Evans turned to his wife and said "Fortunately for you we have several
options, DR Sinclair will brief you". She looked at his wife and began, "I
have developed an encapsulation process that completely encloses the genitals.
He would need periodic prostate millings or anal penetration from a male for
prostate health. I like the method because it allows him to remain hungry for
sex but unable to get satisfaction. As you know this makes for a willing
little sissy. The next choice is the complete removal of the genitals. Or we
can do a simple castration, or we have a nice little operation we do. We make
a small incision at the base of the penis cutting some nerve endings. This
renders him impotent, he still has desires but alas he can’t do anything about
it." She ended he talk with a big smile. He was about to die, he knew better
than to speak but was trying to get his wife’s attention. She just ignored his
tugs at her hem and his nervous movements. She smiled at DR Sinclair and said,
"can we do the encapsulation next Wednesday?" "Of course we can" the doctor
replied. He could stand it no longer he blurted out a protest only to hear his
loving wife tell him that if he couldn’t be quiet she would schedule the
castration. At least the encapsulation process held hope of eventual release
from the genital bondage.
The women all stood and shook hands ignoring him. He was instructed to go with
Nurse Becky to the front office to schedule his next visit and make his
insurance co-pay. His wife and the two doctors were going to have lunch. He
was told to return to his wife’s office and resume his secretarial duties
after he was finished here. Nurse Becky got him all set for next Wednesday and
as he was leaving the office she called out "Oh MR Clark" he heard the
giggles, "your breasts really are lovely, and soon we will have that penis
problem removed. Won’t that be nice?" He let the office door close behind him.
The sound of his high heels failed to drown out the sound of the laughter that
filled the office. He caught his reflection in the street door. Tall, smartly
dressed, nice breasts and lovely legs, my God he was a woman. His head shook
slightly as he said to himself "I really have no need for a penis anymore"
Embarrassed at his own thoughts, "he thought, After the encapsulation I bet
I’ll look great in tight jeans". Smiling he headed back to his job as his
wife’s personal secretary.

Breaking Him In -t

He looked at the breast forms and shook his head slowly. They would fit his
bra perfectly. His bra, he couldn’t believe that he had gotten used to saying
"his bra". She had broken him in to the wearing of "his bra". She had broken
him in to the bra, the panties, the stockings, the shaved legs, the women’s
shoes. The painted toe nails and now she was adding the forms to the list of
humiliations. He wanted to protest but didn’t, he had learned that to protest
would only had time to his sentence in his chastity device.
It was the chastity device that started this whole thing for her and him. The
degradation and the humiliating situations were a result of his wearing of the
device. The device itself was simple enough. She had commissioned a friend to
build it for her, he was amused at the request and she has kept him updated on
her husband Jim’s progress. The Device consisted of a stainless steel tube
that fitted over Jim’s penis. A ring just behind the head and at the base kept
it from being able to slide off. The tube and the rings kept the poor penis
from becoming erect. Another ring was fitted around the testicle sack, a small
chain joined them and a tiny lock kept it all on. She had the key. He earned
the right to wear the device by agreeing to do so. He walked into the whole
thing with his eyes open. She had offered him his greatest fantasy, and he
jumped at it.
They had played orgasm denial games with light bondage before; usually he had
held her or lightly secured her wrists to the bedposts. He then would bring
her close to orgasm two or three times with his hands before entering her then
he would ride her for a few minutes until he huffed and puffed and spent his
seaman. It was okay for her but no big deal. She had no idea that he was the
one who desired the control, and she found that out by accident. She knew he
masturbated in front of his computer, she hated it but didn’t know what to do
about it. She assumed he was masturbating to porn sites that featured women in
bondage, something she found repugnant. It came to a head one night when she
wanted sex but Jim was unable to reach an erection. She knew he had been in
the computer room that evening and had wasted his sexual energy looking at
that screen, she was pissed. She did some snooping around in his computer and
discovered that it was female domination and male chastity sites that he
frequented. Jim wanted a woman to lock up his penis, my God! Further reading
of letters supposed to be from wives and "key holders" extolled the virtues of
a chaste male submissive. They were supposed to be very attentive and eager to
please a women, they would give oral sex willingly, clean house, give
pedicures and other personal care to their keepers. "I could learn to like
that," she thought. When she presented the idea to Jim she couldn’t believe
how quickly he went for it. Especially after she told him "you won’t be
getting any sex anyway, you might as well live your dreams, my subbie hubbie".

It took her friend Don about two weeks to get the device right. Jim had to
endure three humiliating fittings. Don and Jim’s wife, soon to be key holder,
seemed to have a great time enjoying Jim’s emasculation. To Jim’s great
embarrassment he seemed to enjoy it also. On the third visit the device stayed
on. To celebrate Jim washed and waxed Don’s car then took Don and Jim’s wife
out to dinner. Jim waited in the car while she and Don had a nice meal, Jim
then paid with his credit card.
The penis remained restrained all week. Jim was very unhappy, she had said
"we’ll do it for one week little one. Then we will let it out" but some
mistakes and some anger on his part had added time to that. A week was over
and he now had nine days more to go. That was the day she broke him to the
decorative sheath and the testicle skirts. All it took was a two-day reduction
in sentence time and he agreed. The sheath was a humiliating little bit of
feminine fluff. Just a piece of vinyl lined with satin that laced its full
length; there was a double row of lace at each end when worn the penis looked
very small and dainty. "A girly little princess" she had called it. He had
been instructed to call it that from now on. The Testicle skirts were no more
than doll size skirts worn over the testicles, what would be the waist was up
high on the sack the "balls" themselves were covered by the skirt. All in all
she had successfully feminized Jim’s genitals. And since erection was
impossible Jim was useless as a man. Jim’s girly little princess was let out
thirteen days after the first belting. Don was there to ensure that she would
be able to get Jim back into the device. Don hadn’t as yet seen the feminine
little skirt and sheath Jim’s former manhood now sported. Don, bless his
heart, introduced the collar to Jim and her. Don had purchased a large dog
collar and mounted a ring in it. The ring could be at the front of the neck or
the back of it. She could use the collar to attach a lead so she could lead
Jim around or to help guide Jim’s head to wherever she wanted. Don smiled when
he suggested that. But most importantly she could attach Jim’s hands to the
ring, then when she removed the device it would be impossible for him to
overcome her when reattachment time came around.
When she asked Don how Jim could masturbate with his hands clipped to his
neck. Don said Jim would just have to rub against something, a foot, a pair of
panties, the floor it didn’t matter. Jim would be so desperate he would find a
way, and it would be fun to watch. Jim was released on a Sunday afternoon at
1:45 PM he would remain free until 7:00 he could have unlimited masturbatory
freedom till his time was up. The only condition was that she or Don witness
each ejaculation. When the penis was freed it erected immediately she had Jim
remove her shoes with his clipped hands and use her feet to rub against for
his penis for sexual pleasure. She and Don watched this disgusting display and
ran a continuous string of comments about it. The remaining orgasms would have
to be asked for. Jim would come to her, kneel and beg to ejaculate she thought
that was a nice twist. Jim was kept naked the whole time. He ejaculated in a
pair of panties, on a chair leg; a stocking and she did it for him the last
time before it was tucked away. She and Don took Jim’s credit card and went to
dinner while Jim pondered his fate. That was the night he was told she would
begin breaking him into panties. Jim balked at the panty wearing he told her
he would not wear her panties and he wanted out of the chastity device. She
told him he would be wearing his own panties and the device would stay, in
fact because of his little out burst it would stay on for three weeks. The
denial of orgasm was difficult, doing without sex was difficult also but Jim
hadn’t figured on what the denial of an erection would be like. God he wanted
to get hard, to feel it, the weighty feel of a good hard penis, so manly, so
strong he wanted to just get hard. He thought he could live without the sex or
even the ejaculation but to not ever get hard, to never feel it swell, never
to reach down and adjust it. Two weeks into his sentence she lopped three days
of and began breaking him in to shaved legs. For the privilege of two
additional hours out of the device she started breaking him into toe nail
polish. She and Don had him dress in shorts, sandals and a tee shirt just a
bit too small for him, dropped him off at a nail salon with instructions to
"make them as red as red gets", they took his credit card and had a nice lunch
while he did girl chat with the girl who gave him his first pedicure. He
didn’t like it but nobody was going to see his toes, panties or shaved legs.
When she broke him into stockings he was worried that someone would see when
he crossed his legs. She smiled and said "two more weeks, or matching shoes,
your choice" he chose shoes. That was a break in process. She had him buy
women’s loafers in dark brown, black and tan and for fun a pair of red flats.
His secretary noticed the shoes and hose; she just loved the shoes and wanted
to know where he got them. She had been his secretary for ten years and felt
safe in telling him that "she felt they were more like girlfriends now". It
took a while to break him to girls shoes. The bra was next, worn at all times,
he knew people would see it under his shirts. She walked over to the calendar
took up her marker and he said, "may I please wear a bra?" "Of course you can
wear a bra sweetheart, We’ll get you some today". Jim stood on the coffee
table and turned around slowly so that she and Don could enjoy seeing how nice
Jim now looked. His breasts had been referred to as "pert and perky and proud"
Don sat with her on the couch his arm over her shoulder she had kicked off her
shoes and placed her feet on the table her skirt had ridden up well past her
knees the dark tops of her pantyhose were just visible. Jim couldn’t help but
look at her legs. God he wanted to make love to her, to let his penis spring
free, to feel it get hard, to feel it enter the velvety softness of her
vagina. He wondered if Don was making love to her now. He knew they were good
friends and had been since college. He wanted to ask her but was afraid of the
answer as well as of making her mad. Don suggested that Jim might need to wear
blouses now instead of men’s shirts, she agreed. "That would be ok wouldn’t it
fluffy?" With a big smile he just said "yes." Jim would have to go to work
wearing his new breasts. He wore them in a white bra with a cute little rose
bud between the cups, over his darling bra he wore a white women’s button down
shirt. The shirt was tucked into white women’s slacks with out pockets, worn
with a narrow navy leather belt, navy microfiber loafers with a one and one
half stacked heel, nude knee high stockings a red and navy women’s wide tie.
Over the blouse he wore a navy blazer, his wife had transferred all his
personal items, and a few, more to a small tan shoulder bag. He wore gold
studs in his pierced ears, clear nails polish, a ladies watch and a gold tone
bangle bracelet. His lips had been given just a touch of pink gloss, his
cheeks a hint of color and his eyes a dose of mascara. He didn’t feel good
about his looks at all. He looked like a sissy and he could no longer get
hard. He sighed as he got into the passenger side of his wife’s car for the
drive to work.
Work went surprisingly well, he kept his jacket on and seemed to go unnoticed,
and by the time it was almost quitting time he was ready to breathe a little
sigh of relief. Cheryl, Jim’s secretary came in to his office about fifteen
minutes before time to go home with some papers for Jim to sign. While he was
looking them over she said, "let’s have look at them cup cake." What are they
about a B cup?" Jim’s jaw dropped my God she knows. "Stand up girl let’s see
them". Jim stood, Cheryl smiled, and she reached over and untied Jim’s tie,
unbuttoned four buttons of Jim’s blouse, retied the tie around Jim’s bare neck
and turned it a little off center. She laid the collar of his shirt outside
his jacket looked at her handiwork and nodded. She then reached into her
pocket and took out a lipstick. Jim said "no". But she went ahead anyway and
did Jim’s lips in red. She added blush to his cheeks, mascara to his eyes,
said get your purse and follow me. Like a broken man he followed her out of
his office. All the female office staff stood waiting in the work place. When
Jim stepped out they stood and applauded, some gave him girlfriend hugs, they
asked him about his shoes, his new breasts and those cute slacks. Jim and his
new girlfriends all left the building together. One girl had engaged Jim in a
conversation about handbags. Jim’s wife waited in the car for her feminized
husband to appear when she saw the group of young ladies and her sissy
approaching. She was delighted at this turn of events and saw it as an
opportunity to further escalate her plans.
She sat in the chair that used to be his recliner. She was naked from the
waist down Jim’s head was deep in her crotch; his hands cradled her buttocks.
He had gotten very good at this task. He used his tongue in quick short
darting stabs, then took long slow full length licks lifting her bottom and
kissing the area between her anus and vagina, then he would move to the
rosebud of her anus and use his tongue or nose to add to her pleasure. Back to
her vagina he would suck and swallow any juices. She had already had three
shuddering orgasms. He would bring her to one more hard one then bring her
down slowly until she was back to earth. Without being told he would then drop
to her feet and began a long slow foot and toe mouth massage finishing up with
a foot and calf rub. He loved to serve her to feel her shudder under the
ministrations of his tongue. He felt almost like a man when he serviced her
this way. He always held the hope that she would allow him sexual intercourse.
She hadn’t yet.
She patted his head when she wanted him up. He knelt in front of her, eyes
looking at her beautiful feet. She spoke to him with kindness. "This is all
very hard for you isn’t it sissy?" "Yes Mistress, I don’t even feel like a man
anymore". "The girls at work think of me as one of them". "And Don has taken
my place in our bed." "Oh sissy," she said "poor poor sissy, Don and I aren’t
sleeping together, Don is gay, you silly girl." "And sissy I think you are
cute and Don is very attracted to you and he likes men." Somehow that didn’t
make Jim feel any better.
Don introduced prostate milking to Jim and her. He had Jim kneeling on the
coffee table, a wad of tissues in his hand held in front of his bound penis.
Don put on latex gloves took a gob of KY jelly and inserted two fingers into
Jim’s rectum. Jim was suffering abject humiliation at this treatment. Then he
began to ejaculate with out feeling it other than the feeling of having
something in his butt and this dripping from his penis, his cheeks burned with
shame. When Don pronounced the milking through, he gave Jim the soiled glove,
and with a swat on his rear sent him to clean up. His wife decided that Jim
could do his own millings from now on unless Don was around to help. To
facilitate that she had a small ivory phallus that Jim could use to penetrate
himself, and she brightly said "you can do it anytime you want, all you have
to do is ask" Jim was too embarrassed to ask, for about two weeks when he
finally did she was all smiles. Jim began to get small pleasure from his
self-penetration and this added to his low self worth. Then it happened, Jim
was moving the small ivory penis in and out one day when he had a magnificent
orgasm. A great shuddering feminine orgasm. Jim had hit his G spot.
Jim was now hooked on anal stimulation he was embarrassed to keep asking her
for the little dildo, but he needed this sex real bad.
Jim had just gotten home from running some errands for her. He had on a cute
sundress with flat white sandals he was bare legged and had gotten a pedicure
while he was out. She had done a little shopping herself while he was gone.
When he came home she motioned him to the bedroom, striped him to bra, she
clipped his hands to the collar and released his penis. She had him kneel on
the bed head down, he felt the KY being applied. She tapped his shoulder and
he turned to see her wearing a strap on dildo. With out a word she got behind
him and mounted him. Before she was through she had thoroughly used him he had
multiple orgasms, he had screamed and begged for more. When they left the
bedroom he positively glided, her knelt at her side, kissed her shoes,
suggested that he wear dresses to work. He gazed at her with the adoration of
a puppy; She kissed his forehead and said "all broken in now"

A Hubby's Life -t

He wore a pair of black velvet slacks, silver silk tee top and black one-band
slides that showed off his bright red toenails. The dainty tea apron around
his waist had started a mild revolt but she had silenced it with a look at his
crotch. A look that could mean only one thing, more time in the device. "I
know you hate the apron, but the girls really don’t like to see you trying to
look macho." "And Mummy loves the apron, and you will be serving today!" She
said all this with a smile as she clipped on the silver earrings and applied a
touch of color to his lips.
She stepped behind him to freshen the feminine bow of his dainty apron. She
lifted the hem in front and placed her hand over his pubic area. She looked at
him smiling as she felt the feminine flat front he presented in the tight
women’s pants he wore. "Is it comfortable in there dear?" She asked, she of
course knew it was very uncomfortable. But she also knew what his response
would be. "Yes Mistress" was all he said. "Good, and best of all we don’t have
to worry about those silly old erections spoiling that nice feminine pant
line, do we?" she asked. Expecting and receiving a polite "no Mistress" she
smiled thinly and said "best get to work now sissy" and he did.
He couldn’t help but burn under the "silly erections" comment she had so
carefully hit him with. She knew how badly he wanted an erection, just to feel
it swell, just to heft it, to experience manhood. He missed sex of course; he
missed ejaculations of course but most of all he missed a good hard on. He
missed being a man. He didn’t think he would mind being feminized so much. He
knew she would feminize him, at least to some extent. She had even told him so
when he proposed. He accepted that as a small price to pay for the honor of
being her husband. She had also told him he would need to control his sex
drive and the offending erections caused by it. He knew she had a way to
"solve the problem" and he had agreed to it, not even knowing what it would
really mean.
He had accepted the panties she gave him when they were still dating. He had
to agree to "not see anyone else" of course she still dated other men. She had
told him she would and she kept her word. He would wait for her call before
they went out, she would pick him up and drive him. He would carry her purse
for her and she would often allow him a good night kiss. If they went to a
club she would dance with the men there and share with him the things they
would say about him, referring to him as her boy or her sissy. "There just
jealous of you" she would say.
He was fitted for the device by her gynecologist one month before the wedding.
It was a simple thing really, a tube for the penis, a piercing to secure it,
small gold chains to keep it all in place between his legs and a flesh colored
triangle that covered it all. The tube fit a detent in the triangle. The
triangle was called a cod piece his pubic hair was removed and the tube and a
piece of the plastic cod piece separated his testicles giving him the look of
having feminine genitalia and lovely a mature labia. She and the doctor were
quite proud, he felt very humiliated by the whole thing. He was paraded by the
whole nursing staff and they all approved and said it was best for the life he
would live with her. Whatever in the hell that meant.
It took a week for the pain of the piecing to ease then the need to erect
began to show. He had trouble sleeping; nocturnal erections would cause pain
causing him to waken. With no way to "make it go away’ he just had to suffer.
He would try to call her and tell her how much agony he was in but she didn’t
answer and he was left with the cheery voice on her answering machine. One
night she came by with some friends and a date. She was worried about him she
said and wanted to "take a look at what he was saving for her" She had him lie
on the bed and assume the female exam position. Her friends all found this
amusing, she lifted his nightshirt and slid off his panties, they all had a
good look his restraint. One of the girls wanted to touch it and she allowed
that, he was never consulted, even one of the men placed his hand on the
plastic, he said to her "I can feel the heat from here, she must be horny as
hell. The use of the feminine pronoun was ignored. She sat on the bed beside
him and made him remain in position. She chatted with her friends and idly
fingered the testicle skin that now resembled a labia. He was almost out of
his mind with desire and frustration by the time she got up and with out even
a good by left with her young laughing tony friends.
The wedding was an affair of her doing. She had his hair done by a gay
hairdresser friend of hers. She wanted it lightened a bit and the ends tipped,
it was styled in a pert feminine style that was in the words of one of the
bridesmaids "very swishy and so you". He wore a black silk pantsuit styled
like a tuxedo over a black garter belt and nude hose. She had found a pink
silk shell to use as a shirt. On his feet were black patent flats with a thin
cross strap. He wore diamond studs in silver settings and a thin silver chain
around his neck with a pretty pendant. The pantsuit had no pockets so his
personal things were placed in a small black patent leather clutch bag. She
wore a traditional white gown with white high-heeled sandals. He was further
humiliated by having a pink garter placed just below his knee. She would lift
his lose pant leg and remove the delicate little garter and toss it to her
giggling girlfriends. Added to his growing shame was the fact that his now
mother in-law was wearing the same suit as him. Hers was pink with a black
shell top; shoes and bag were identical. He sat in silent humiliation with the
bridesmaids while his new bride danced with all the males in attendance. His
new bride had changed into comfortable jeans and loafers for the honeymoon
getaway. He still in his feminine pantsuit and mary jane shoes was hurried to
her waiting Jaguar Roadster. She got behind the wheel and turned to him, in
full view of all the cheering guests she tied a pink silk scarf over his head
and under his chin. Saying with a small smile "I spent a fortune on your hair,
we don’t want it mussed, now do we?" And she sped off with his hair under a
dainty scarf and her brunette tresses blowing in the breeze.
She removed the device that night. After being restrained for a month he
ejaculated before he even entered her. She was furious at him and laid him on
the bed straddling his head with her legs she road him to multiple orgasms.
When he was ready to perform once more she still kept the top position and
slid over him. Still unhappy with him she road his face or pushed him between
her legs for the duration of the night. In the morning she reinstalled the
device gave the plastic triangle a kiss and said "I am going to the pool, your
suits in your suit case join me." He saw her out the hotel window surrounded
by several young men, she was flirting and carrying on, he had better get out
there quickly to protect her from these guys. He wasn’t happy with the
swimsuit; it looked to him like the bottom of a woman’s bikini. It was royal
blue with white flowers on it, to add insult to injury there was a cute bow at
the side. He put it on with a white mesh tee over it. His toenails had been
painted bright red as a special treat for her and now he was stuck with them.
He slipped on a pair of white slides and headed for the pool hopping he
wouldn’t be noticed. He might as well have hoped for rain. It was like walking
a gauntlet of giggles as he made his way to the pool. His wife insisted he
take a dip and made sure he protected his hair with a white bathing cap. He
was mortified and speechless as he pretended not to notice the looks and
smirks directed at him. His bride didn’t seem to notice while she carried on
her flirtation with the males around her.
With the ordeal of the honeymoon over he planned to establish some order. But
it never seemed to happen. She was still going out and seeing men although she
denied it was serious. She said it was for business and social necessity. His
wardrobe became increasingly more feminine, there was no way he could disguise
or even pretend he was dressed as a man. The women at work were noticing and
commenting on his clothes. She had started him wearing bras with the promise
of "a little time out of the device". She neglected to tell him the cups would
be filled and he would wear a bra full time. Now with a sealed up penis, B cup
bra, women’s pants, tops and shoes he had become an object of ridicule. His
boss had reduced his position to one of the secretaries and assigned him to
Beth Stern. The first thing Beth did was to insist on his wearing skirts to
work. He refused and was promptly fired. His wife was furious at the firing
"all because of a little dress code!" she screamed at him. The next morning,
wife at his side, all the secretaries assembled he stood in his skirt and very
smart dress pumps and apologized and begged for his job back. Ms Stern no
longer needed a secretary but the office girl position was open if he cared to
accept it. With head bowed cheeks aflame he thanked Ms Stern for the second
chance. His wife kissed him on the cheek girl style and left him at his new
duties.
With the donning of the first skirt the door was opened. He was flooded with
skirts, dresses, heels and all the things required for full feminine dressing.
He was working now in dresses and skirts full time. His humiliation was
constant, he would do anything and still the device was not removed. His next
doctor visit resulted in a rather unique trade off. He was offered a perky C
cup set of implants for a way to relieve the sexual tension. He agreed.
He knelt on the bathroom floor and inserted the little plug into his rectum.
The slightest movement caused the three steel balls inside the plug to hit
each other. The vibrations moved through him like caresses he walked back and
forth feeling the vibes of pleasure build to the inevitable climax. And he
came, the semen dribbled from his penis into the sanitary pad he wore but the
erection he wanted so much was still denied.
The doorbell brought him back from his memories; he straightened his apron,
checked his lips and answered the bell. "Sissy how pretty you look" his mother
in-law said handing him her purse. She patted his crotch and smiled, "that is
so sweet" you are the best hubby.