18 March 2012

Erosion

By: Bea

Andrew? I'm not questioning your virility for goodness sake! Don't you
think you may be imagining that I'm dissatisfied with your performance
in bed?

Well, you sound defensive to ME.

You accuse me of just lying there and I don't think that's very fair.
What am I supposed to do? Let's face it, you spend SO little time
arousing me...

Very well then, I admit it ... Yes, I would prefer to be taken over and
dominated sometimes. Treated like a woman!

Again dear, you're sounding defensive. I'm well aware that you're
neither physically imposing nor particularly strong. But is there
something wrong with me if I expect you to act like a man? Even if it's
only occasionally?

Talking about acting? You're suggesting that I act as if I'm aroused?
Well, if you remember I did try that once.

Yes, I know I laughed, but could you honestly blame me? I mean, after
all ... But on second thoughts – would you like me to try and act the
part of the dominated spouse again?

No? Well, if you'd just tell me what you DO want, I'll try and oblige.

Well, frankly dear? I think you put far too much pressure on yourself.
You should relax more. Maybe let me take the upper position – let me be
the initiator...

…….

See? Now that wasn't so bad, was it? And yes, I must admit that I
enjoyed sex for a change. Mind you, it WAS rather quick m'dear. Now why
don't you just take your nice soft hands and caress me here...

Andrew! If I'm to have the upper hand here in bed, you'll have to
understand that I have to be satisfied too! Now stop this being sleepy
nonsense at once. Now, lick my nipples why don't you – and put your hand
there – yes ... Much better!

I thought you were tired? Is that you stirring down there – again? My
goodness! Twice in one night?

No need to be embarrassed darling. I understand perfectly. But just
remember this, I sincerely appreciate you giving up the male position –
yes I do! Mmmmm! Now just lie there - that's it!

***
Well, hello Bobby! You and Andrew having a nice gossip?

Football? I didn't know that Andrew was into that game ... I mean it's
so rough!

Yes. I was out shopping. Bought myself a new dress and some undies.

Andrew? Would you be a dear and hang my dress up for me? Put my new
undies away? And I'd kill for a cup of tea!

Thank you dear...

Oh yes Bobby. Andrew makes a wonderful cup of tea. Would you like one
too? ...

Oh, I'm sorry. Didn't see your beer there. Andrew? Get my stuff put
away? Good. (Dramatic pause). Now, have you been drinking beer with
Bobby?

DARLING! You know I don't like you drinking alcohol ... No, I'm sorry.
Please respect my wishes in my house. Why don't you take it into the
kitchen and - yes – pour the rest of it down the sink. Thank you! ...

No Bobby. Of course not. Enjoy the rest of your beer. As a matter of
fact, would you like another?

No, I really rather enjoy seeing a man having a drink now and then. It's
just that Andrew gets – well – kinda silly, you know? He's my little
sweetheart, but he just shouldn't drink.

(Calls out) Andrew? How's that tea coming along? And while you're
waiting for it to brew, bring Bobby another beer, would you darling?

No darling. How often do I have to tell you! That looks really uncouth.
Go back and put his beer on a tray – with a fresh glass for your friend,
silly!

Would you prefer him to pour it for you Bobby – while he’s in the
kitchen? No?

Okay Andrew, you heard the man...

Better! But that will never do! If you're going to serve something, do
it right! Now, go back and put doilies under Bobby's beer and his glass.
Please?

Yes Andrew. That tray looks much better. But you haven't put a cup on it
for yourself! Yes, I would like some company – hate drinking tea on my
own. Why don't you sit here at the table instead of lounging around on
the couch like Bobby – like a man?

No, that's ridiculous! Bobby doesn't need you sitting beside him! But
why don't you take the plate of biscuits over to him and offer him one?
Then you can come back here and keep me company.

………

You've got that disgruntled look on your face Andrew. What's the matter
now?

What on earth do you mean? I put you DOWN in front of Bobby?

I did NOT treat you like a servant! If I had, you'd have been told to
wear one of your aprons! Which reminds me. That one you wore to serve
dinner tonight was rather wrinkled and I could have sworn I saw a spot
on it.

Yes dear. I'm perfectly aware that the reason one wears an apron is to
protect one's clothes – but that doesn't give you the right to walk
around looking slovenly. When you find you've dirtied one apron? I'm
simply suggesting that you go and put on a fresh one. Is that so
difficult to understand?

What do you mean – you've only got one?

Dear, that is simply ridiculous! That apron you call yours is – well,
not really appropriate for wearing in a house. It was made for men to
wear outdoors when barbequing...

I was not implying that you are feminine for goodness sake! The fact
that you cook indoors while I take pleasure in doing the barbequing has
nothing to do with it.

So? What's the matter with a few frills? Honestly, you get sillier and
sillier with each passing day! Did you ever see me refusing to wear
something because it was frilly?

Sarcasm does not become you darling – and I don't care for your tone of
voice!

That's better – but NO! I'm not going to waste money buying you so-
called plain aprons, when there are perfectly usable ones at hand!

Fit you? Of course they'll fit you! Here! Let me show you!

Andrew! Stop pretending to cower away from me. Come out of that corner
and let me put this apron on you!

There! It's clean and fresh. Fits you perfectly well. Please don't be
arguing with me on this point any more! Honestly, some times I feel like
putting you over my knees and giving you a damn good spanking! Now twirl
around for me!

Andrew? I said twirl!

***
Andi? Like to get Betty and me a drink? I'll have another Scotch and
water. Betty'll have a martini please...

Darling? Trust me. I can tell when I've had enough to drink. Now don't
be a NAG!

(Laughs quietly) Betty? For goodness sake! You don't tell a man that he
looks cute! Look at poor Andi. You have him blushing like a schoolgirl!
And he'll probably be ALL over me after you leave. I mean, the fuss he
raised about wearing aprons like that in the first place!

Yes, I know he looks like a little pussy cat – but once he gets his fur
ruffled? (Giggles) he turns into a regular pussy. Now off you go my
little kitty cat and get us our drinks, huh?

Well, thank you dear! You're so sweet – isn't he Betty?

...

Andi? I forgot to ask you before. Did you rinse out my undies like I
asked? Oh good! Thank you. Now would you sit down a minute...

Dear? The dishes can wait! Before she had to leave, Betty was just
apologizing earlier for laying you off, but I was telling her that
you're settling down to looking after me and the house quite well and
seem quite content .

Yes, she's probably aware that I keep you so busy around here that you
haven't had much chance to look for further employment she did say that
she DID have a part time opening, but I wasn't too sure you'd be
interested...

Well dear, how was I to know that you'd jump at a chance of getting away
from the house? It wouldn't be back at the office I'm afraid...

Are you SURE now?

Working at her new business...

So you hadn't heard of it. How could you? Well anyway, it's only three
mornings a week, as I understand it. Frankly, I'm not sure I want to
give you up for that amount of time. You're turning into quite a little
treasure around here.

Oh stop that blushing Andi! It's cute, but you seem to be getting
carried away with it...

Oh, I'm only teasing for heaven's sake!

No, of course you wouldn't be reporting to Betty. It's just a little
boutique in her chain and she's got Joan managing it until it gets fully
staffed and gets the inventory in place...

Yes. Joan Raney – your old office girl. She's really come up in the
world, huh? And so quickly too!

I wish you'd make up your mind! Hot to trot out to work one minute –
then cool about the idea the next!

So, it's a boutique? What's wrong with that?

Oh, for heaven's sake! I don't KNOW what you're needed for! Probably
help to rack the inventory or help Joan. How the hell would I know?

Oh – go and do your dishes for goodness sake! I'm getting tired of your
nonsense!

***
Well, hello gentlemen! Who's winning? Poker is it? Bobby? Haven't seen
you since last week. Bill? Where have you been? How is that charming
wife of yours? David my love! Been losing weight? You look positively
skinny! Andi darling? I simply crave a good cup of tea. Be a sweetheart
and go make some, would you?

No dear, I don't think I'm wrecking the game. Simple solution. You go
and make the tea – and I'll take your place at the table! Simple as all
that. Off you go, little pussy...

What's the game gentlemen? Five card stud? Roll 'em! I'm hot to trot!

Andi dear? Is that a stain on your shirt that you just ironed this
afternoon?

Well, it looks like it to ME! Why don't you put an apron on?

Andi? Don't make faces at me. It's not polite! Oh, I see what's
bothering you!

David, Bill, Bobby? You don't care if Annie wears an apron, do you?

Andi? I did NOT say ANNIE! Now stop that. Go and put your apron on! My
bet? Five bucks!

...

You're pouting again dear. What did I do wrong now?

So your friends teased you a little about your pretty apron! That's just
the way men are – even I know that! And it wasn't me that picked that
swishy one you wore. Trying to look cute, were you?

Annie? It's not MY fault that you took so long in setting up the table
and making the sandwiches for them to eat. Okay, so they teased you
about the dainty sandwiches too and the nice way you set the table – but
it didn't stop them from eating, did it?

Then, you should have seen your face when you slopped that dishwater
onto your apron. I thought you were going to cry for goodness sake! I
think you're friends were embarrassed.

Of course I looked at you funny when you took it off! It was just as
well that I didn't have to tell you to put a clean one on! But you know
something? The bows you're tying at the back of your apron need quite a
lot of work. I'd strongly suggest you practice tying nicer ones!

Annie! What's got into you tonight? If you're going to wear a pretty
apron, why mess up the whole impression with a sloppy job of tying the
bow?

Andrew, Andi! What's the difference? Well? If I did call you Annie that
one time, I'm sorry. What more can I say?

Oh. Just remembered. Before you come to bed? That green blouse of mine
with the cowl neckline? How's about tightening up the buttons on the
right sleeve, huh doll?

***
Forgot to ask. That depilatory that Betty suggested? Been using it?

C'mere and let me feel. Ooooh! That feels nice and smooth. Have you
shaved under your arms like I asked? Good! Lift your arm and let's see.

Don't you think that looks much better? Betcha it feels cooler too,
don't it? Just wait until you wear a blouse of synthetic material,
you'll really notice the difference then...

Oh a shirt – blouse – what difference does it make?

Which reminds me. What are you wearing when you do your housework?

Okay, so I didn't phrase the question correctly. Are you wearing old
clothes?

Okay okay okay! How was I to know you'd be laid off work and doing
housework when I donated that lot of old clothes of yours to the Red
Cross. Sue me!

Well, since you ask? I've got a ton of clothes that I've grown out of –
would probably fit you fine – and be great for doing your housework in.

Who's forcing you? It was just a suggestion, that's all!

***
So how was your first day at the boutique? How did Joan take to being
your boss?

See? I told you she'd be okay. Last week when she called to find out
when you'd be starting she and I had a very pleasant chat.

Andrew? I don't think you can deny that you shillied and shallied about
the day we discussed you working there. I remember, for sure, you saying
that you'd jump at the chance to get out of the house now and then.
True?

Okay. You may have changed your mind afterwards, but just try and assure
me that you said "No! I don't want that job!" You can't, can you? I just
assumed that you wanted the job and told her that. So, what did she have
you doing?

Oh? She told me she wanted you to be moving some of the heavier stuff
about...

Got one of the girls instead? Well dear, I did mention that you're not
exactly bulging with muscles...

I did NOT say you were a weakling! So, what DID you end up doing?

Checking that the clothes on the racks were hanging and filling any open
spaces left by sales? Getting the clothes out of the fitting rooms where
they'd been left and re-hanging them? So you were up in the store itself
then, not down in the inventory? Mmm.

Andi? I just said Mmmm for chrissake! I was just wondering how Joan felt
about having a guy walking around inside a boutique, that's all.

So, did my pants fit you okay when you vacuumed this afternoon?

See, I told you they'd be cooler to wear than those heavy old pants of
yours.

Know what? I feel kinda randy. Let's go and snuggle, what do you say?

You really turn me on when you blush like that!

***
That was a nice dinner, Anne. I'm stuffed.

You're welcome. But I noticed something when you were serving it up.

Your nails. Look like they've been manicured – and is that polish on
them I see?

Well dear, I hate to tell you – but that shade has a lot more red in it
than most pinks.

ANNIE! Stop it! I wasn't teasing you. For God's sake, enough already!
NO! I will NOT allow you to go and take the polish off! Sit down. The
dishes can wait!

Okay. All calm now? Good! Now tell me how come your nails are so nice.

Ah! Joan and the girls at work suggested it! Makes sense. Handling all
of those nice materials, you sure wouldn't want to snag anything, would
you?

Oh – and you're helping Rose with the fittings now? How exciting for
you! Is she teaching you how to sew as well?

Yes – but basics are basics! I'm sure you'll advance rapidly with a
woman teaching you properly. I'm so PROUD of you!

No dear. I'm absolutely delighted that you're fitting in so well with
the other girls. But dear? Before I forget though, I have a confession
to make. And I don't want you getting all upset.
Well – remember a week or so back when I played cards with your friends?
Well, I really enjoyed myself – you know how one gets tired of being
with nothing but women all the time? And, anyway, to cut to the chase, I
asked them back around for a game of poker.

Well, to tell the truth? Tonight. Right about now.

What's all the panic about?

They'll never notice that you have my pants on – or that blouse...

So, the pants zip up the back – the apron bow hides that pretty well –
and the apron bib hides the fact that the buttons are fabric covered...

Well – that's another thing. I really don't think you should play – so
there's no need to take your apron off, is there?

Serving drinks and munchies. Making sandwiches. What else? And don't
forget? You've got dishes still to do – and a whole LOT of ironing!

Dear? It's the doorbell! What do you think it is? Go and answer it. Let
my friends in, okay?

Anne? If I have to spank you just now – and I will if you don't behave -
your friends will see you with tear marks all over your face. That what
you want?

...

Not drunk! Juss wanna thank you sweetie – I had SUCH fun tonight with
the guys! An' KNOW something? You were SO cute! I think Bill kinda
fancies you – but no WAY! No Sirreee bob! You're MY gal! C'mere and
gimme a kiss!

Whatja mean you're not a gal? Course you are! Z'matter of fack? See this
gorgeous nightdress here? Thass what I want you to wear tonight – I'm
hot and ready to trot! Need my gal to get with it! Go with the flow! Put
a bit perfume behind your ears – and some lipstick on those luscious
lips of yours too!

I said I wanna KISS! But put your nightie on first!

There Anne! You look so goddam pretty now! Get into bed – this minute
... This very min ... SNORE.

...

Andrew? What in hells name are you wearing? You look like a woman! Oh
god, my head! Get me a drink of water – or something, would you? My
mouth tastes like shit!

Thanks dear. What do you mean that I told you to wear that nightgown? I
don't remember anything of the sort...

No. Keep it on. I'm starting to remember you flitting around like a
pansy in front of my friends last night. Probably felt you may as well
dress the part in bed.

Well, they may have been your friends before, but they're mine now.

Yeah – I'll admit it. I'm getting mannish – but who's wearing the sexy
nightdress right now, huh? About time someone around here acted like a
man!

Sweetie? I told you. Leave it ON! If I have to get outta this bed to you
– you'll be sorry.

So? If you're cold – put on the negligee that goes with it.

That's better. Now why don't you run along and make breakfast.

***

Why Hello Betty! Come in! What a nice surprise! Annie? Look who's here!

Slip of the tongue Betty, that's all.

Well, I kinda like him in aprons now. But Annie, you've finished all
your work now, you can take off your apron and come and have a little
chat with us girls.

Yes Betty. These pants he's wearing. Now that you mention it – I did get
them from your store a year or two ago – the blouse too.

Well – housekeeping can be so wearing on clothes and – after all – it IS
woman's work, so it seems appropriate enough for him to be wearing
clothes like that. He gets all macho though if I even dream of
suggesting that he wears a skirt or a dress. Last night, I had some of
the guys come around for a game of poker. He was wearing a plain pair of
my pants and a blouse with hardly any frills – not like this one – and
you should have seen the fuss he made!

Yeah – guys are silly that way. I agree.

But I'll admit, he's been very good about using that depilatory you
suggested. Anne? Lift your blouse and let Betty see your smooth tummy.

Yes Betty. Now that you mention it? He IS getting a tummy, isn't he?
Better put him on a diet I think!

A corset? Oh Betty, you are a devil! But you know? I've been thinking
that he's been developing a real slouch lately. His posture is awful!

Exactly! Kill two birds with one stone!

Oh Andrew! Lots of men wear corsets!

Okay Betty! Maybe the Merry Widow kind isn't the best, but that's the
only kind I've got – and beggars can't be choosers!

...

Andrew! You'd think you'd have learned by now. I don't like being
contradicted, that's for sure – but Betty is something else altogether.
She's a very successful businesswoman in her own right. Is a dyed in the
wool feminist – and is just not inclined to have her wishes denied.
No. I'm NOT saying that you just accept everything that's said to you
and do as you're told, when it's obvious that a woman is joking with
you!

Of course we were joking – silly! It was when you started making all
that fuss – challenging our authority for goodness sake! We HAD to
react, can't you see that?

Yes – I do feel that I have some authority over you. I'm the major
breadwinner in this household and Betty, let's face it, is the owner in
your place of employment! You expect us to defer to the likes of you?

What do you think I mean by that? You're standing there in a corset,
nylons, and panties – that you were made to wear. Not a figure of
masculine pride, are you? Now I will help undo the back of your corset –
but only if you ask me nicely.

What do you think? Come and sit on my lap, play a little kissy-poo.

There! Isn't this nice? You may not want to hear this – but you feel
lovely and soft.

Annie? I thought we explained all that! It would have been utterly
ridiculous looking for you not to take advantage of the garter straps
attached to the corset – don't you agree?

Naturally! And how do you think you'd have looked in a pretty corset,
nylons – and men's jockey shorts?

So I called you Annie in front of Betty and a few seconds ago. I mean,
I'm fondling your erection under a pair of lacy panties. Gonna blame me
for calling you by a girls name? Mmmm! Your lips are so soft!

***
Hi sweetie! Have a nice morning at the boutique? But what's wrong – and
what's that you got there?

Well, you're blushing to beat the band for one thing – and your shape?
You look funny. And what IS that you're carrying in the bag?

Andrew? Don't cry. Whatever's the matter? Come over here and sit on
mummy's lap and tell me all about it. Come on now!

Oh oh. You feel funny under your shirt. An oh my! Are these breasts?
Makeup too? I think you'd better tell me.

Okay, Joan called you into her office…

A present from Betty? Was she there?

Ah – she'd phoned Joan with the instructions. So what's wrong with that?
And dear, try to stop crying – your mascara is running.

You're kidding! Three corsets! A dozen pair of panties! Packages of
nylons? What on earth?

I did NOT tell Betty I wanted you to dress like a girl ALL the time! She
must have misunderstood!

Oh those naughty girls! Took you into the ladies room? Put you in your
corset and nylons – and panties? Made your face up? And is that perfume
I'm smelling?

But the breasts? Padding?

Breast forms? And they've attached them with adhesive? How do they
expect you to get them off?

Well I don't know either. Here, let me take your shirt off. Come on now
– don't be shy. Mmmm! They look so real! Can I touch them?

Ooooh! They feel real as well! Gosh! I'd never realized just how much
like a girl you look. Give me a kiss, huh?

...

Wasn't that NICE? Honestly, our lovemaking is becoming so wonderful!

So now, why don't you tell me more about this morning? Did they put you
in a dress or a skirt and blouse as well?

No? Well, that was nice of them, wasn't it.

Well, I think it was nice of them. You see Annie? When some women get an
idea that a man is a sissy? They can't wait to sissify him! Put him in
frilly dresses and make him act all sweet and girlish. Give him girl
things to do.

Okay. So that IS happening to you – but just a little. But truthfully
Anne? What I just said applies to men – well, somebody that looks and
acts like a man.

Yes. I must admit it. With you it's getting very hard to tell.

Maybe tomorrow you can wear a dress to the boutique?

Sandra

By: A Happy Wife

I met her at a seminar sponsored by a metaphysical church. We started to
go out, just in afternoons to a movie or for lunch. I never thought I
could have a relationship with her. She was too young, too smart, too
successful and way too gorgeous to ever be interested in me. Sandra had
been married once a long time ago. She had been single for over ten
years; she had started her own business and had been quite successful. I
on the other hand had been married for several years and was recently
divorced. My ex wife had pretty much cleaned me out and I had let her do
it. Sandra was fifteen years younger than I was; she was fun to be with
and was a knock out.

Sandra and I used to go shopping sometimes on our afternoon dates.
Sandra would shop and ask my opinion on clothes she would try on. I
would carry her packages and fetch her food and drinks. She even had me
carry her purse for her once in a while. We got to the point of seeing
each other just about every weekend and a couple of times a week. I had
given her a key to my house so she could use my washer and dryer. She
even used my computer from time to time. Sandra stayed over a couple of
times. I had not slept with her although I wanted to.

I knew that Sandra dated and had a few guys she went out with. She told
me about them and it seemed to me she talked about them to me as though
I was a girl friend. I just thought she wasn't interested in me in a
sexual way. Sandra and I were friends for about three months when she
asked me if I was gay or just didn't find her sexy. I told her I thought
she was very sexy. She asked why I had never made a move, so she made
the move. The first time we had sex I was very nervous and had some
trouble maintaining my erection. I thought the trouble was that I had
masturbated not long before we tried. She worked very hard on my
erection and we completed the act. I thought it was wonderful. She
didn't exactly leap over the moon. I began to time my masturbation so
that it didn't interfere with our sexual intercourse and there was no
more trouble. Sandra still teased me about "going soft on her"

Sandra was sitting on my bed one Sunday and I was just finishing up in
the bathroom. Sandra called me and had in her hand some of my secret
clothes. She laughed and said; "I really don't care if you wear this
stuff Steve." She held a bra and a pair of panties. She said she wanted
to see me in them right now. I was terribly embarrassed and didn't know
what to say. Sandra did however. Sandra said there are good things about
ladies clothes and bad things too. If you are going to wear them you get
the good and the bad. A couple of the bad things are bras and carrying a
purse. I was going to experience bra wearing and purse carrying at all
times. She reached out and took my penis and pulled me over to her. She
had me step into the white panties and she hooked the bra for me. She
asked about forms and I retrieved them form my special place in the
closet. Sandra filled my bra, bounced my breasts and pronounced me good
to go. She noticed my erection and smiled in approval. She commented on
how the panties seemed to turn me on more than she did. She pulled the
waistband down and began to felate me. She was marvelous and I climaxed
in about three seconds. She giggled at me and said, "I don't know
whether to call you softy or quickie." I blushed from my toes to my
ears. She said the next time she saw me "those pretty legs will be
shaved." The next day after work I shaved my legs as Sandra had ordered

I was puttering around the house when Sandra appeared behind me. I had
on an oversize tee shirt, my bra and my panties. Sandra liked my shaved
legs and said, "keep them shaved." I nodded in the affirmative and she
smiled. That evening she introduced me to performing oral sex. She
removed her jeans and athletic shoes and leaned back on the bed. Still
in my panties, tee and bra she had me nuzzle her sex and through her
panties she instructed me how to use my nose and the spots I was to use
it on. When she was ready she kicked off the panties and put both my
nose and tongue to work. She had me lift her buttocks and attend to her
anus with my nose and tongue. She would move me back to her vagina and
in no uncertain terms told me exactly what she expected. She used slaps
to my head and ears to locate me properly; she pulled my hair and
insulted my style and amateurish enthusiasm. She kept me at it for
probably an hour. I brought her to several orgasms and she had me hold
my position and bring her down slowly with kisses and licks. When she
was finished she sat on the edge of the bed and placed me in a kneeling
position on the floor between her legs. She took her feet and moved them
to my penis. Holding my penis between her lovely feet she masturbated me
to a very quick climax. Without being told I knelt at her feet and
licked up my semen then got a wash cloth and washed her feet.

Still in my servile position she told me that from now on I would be
giving her pedicures and foot service. She told me I could practice my
pedicures on my own feet and when she thought I had learned how to do a
proper pedi I could do her. So now I was wearing panties, a bra, my legs
were shaved, I carry a purse and will paint my toenails. I bent down and
kissed the tops of her beautiful feet and said yes. She smiled and said,
"call me Mistress".

The next day I met Mona. Mona was a girlfriend of Sandra's they had
known each other for years. I cooked dinner for them. Mona looked at me
like I was the maid. She turned to Sandra and said "I see you have it in
a bra." "It has nice legs, the shoes are bad though." Sandra agreed and
said to me "shorts and sandals". I scurried off to change. When I
returned Mona and Sandra were laughing and having a great time. I served
drinks and finished my cooking. As we ate Mona called me Pansy Anne.
Sandra liked the name and it was what I would be called from now on.
Steve was gone replaced by pantied Pansy Anne. Mona was always
disdainful of me and couldn't see what Sandra saw in me. Mona said more
than once that I was a sissy and would be a better girl than I ever was
as a boy. Sandra and Mona discussed my softness and quickness problems.
I knew there were no problems it was just that after an hour or two of
performing oral sex on Sandra I was about to explode and often did
sometimes as soon as I got in or worse yet before I got in.

Mona introduced me to make up and Sandra thought it was a good idea so
makeup was added to my growing list of humiliations. I made the mistake
of getting mad and shouted at Sandra "What's next a dress?" Mona was
over the next day and I served her and Sandra in my new pink jumper,
white blouse and high heeled sandals. I was indeed the blushing sissy,
as Mona looked me over with a big grin on her face. Mona and Sandra were
thick as thieves and they talked about other men as though I wasn't
around. I heard about Sandra's dates and the double dates the two women
had. One night I sat on a little stool between Mona's legs. I had just
finished doing a pedicure on both of them and was gently blowing on
Mona's toes to dry them. I loved being at the feet of these women.

Sandra had feet to die for and Mona was blessed with feet just as lovely
as my darling Sandra. Mona was a beautiful woman. I didn't like her much
as she was so disdainful of me and humiliated me to such an extent. In
my position at the feet of these two women Mona suggested to Sandra that
she marry me. Sandra laughed and said "marry Pansy, why on earth would I
do that?' Mona went on to explain the advantages of having a sissy. It
was as though I wasn't there. Sandra said, "We have talked about his
masturbation." Mona told her that if we got engaged and eventually
married she could control the masturbation and maybe even improve my
sexual performance. I was furious at this kind of talk about me but I
just sat on my little stool and looked down at the feet I had just
serviced. I realized that it would be very hard for me to put my foot
down when my foot was as lovely as the women's feet I was looking at. In
my white high-heeled sandals and my pretty painted toenails I certainly
did not have a manly foot to stomp with. Sandra and Mona were very much
aware of my humiliation and at the same time my love of that humiliation
and the subservient position I had allowed Sandra to place me in. I
wanted to object to this talk but remembered the last time I protested.
I have been in dresses ever since that time. So I said nothing. Sandra
moved me over to in front of her and lifted her beautiful foot to my
face. I began to lick and kiss the sole of her foot. Mona told her that
my footwork could continue, as would my other oral skills and Sandra
could still date and if she ever needed real sex it was available.

They talked about me taking on all the housework, assisting Sandra with
her dressing, learning to sew and even working part time in Sandra's
office. My God they were talking about me being the wife, being the
bride. Later that night Sandra positioned me between her legs. She had
her panties on and had me using my nose to rub her most tender spots. I
kept up this serving of her as she talked about me wearing the ring and
being her bride. She had just finished with a small orgasm when she
asked me to be her bride. I was so in love and so horny I said, "Yes,
yes I'll do anything." She said, "Yes you will."

Sandra and Mona supervised the piercing of my penis. It didn't hurt
much; it was just a small piercing on the underside of the penis. It
healed quickly and when it was healed we had a small dinner party, I of
course cooked and served. Sandra had invited Mona and the girls form the
office. I was very embarrassed to be serving these women; I was after
all the man, wasn't I? After the meal Sandra gave me a small box. In the
box was an engagement ring. It was so feminine and lovely. It had five
diamonds, one in the center and two on each side of the big one. The
ring was gold and just beautiful. She put it on my finger and kissed my
cheeks. She had me stand in front of her and clasp my hands behind my
head. She lifted my skirt and slid my panties down. The girls were all
laughing at this and the small size of my equipment didn't go unnoticed.
I tried to pull away but Sandra had a hold on my penis and I wasn't
going anywhere. I felt Sandra insert something in the piercing and
something slipped over the head of my penis. The girls all were howling
at this. Sandra said I could look now. I was shocked to see that my
penis now wore an engagement ring of its own.

The ring matched the ring on my finger. It went through the hole on the
underside of my penis and over the head and settled in the groove just
behind the head. Sandra was explaining to the girls that I had a
masturbation problem and the ring would keep me from erecting because of
pain when my little penis started to swell. She could remove the ring if
she wanted but planned to leave it on till after the wedding. She nodded
at Mona and Mona clipped a small silver chain around my waist, I could
feel the end of the chain dangle between my fanny cheeks. Mona then
pulled my penis back and clipped it to the chain running down my butt
crack. My penis was pulled back and seemed to disappear. "Oh he is a
girl," said one of the assembled women. Mona explained to me that if I
needed to go big potty I could just pull the chain aside. I would need
to be careful wiping or I would get the chain dirty. Sandra told Mona
and of course everyone in ear shot that I was good at wiping, I wiped
for her all the time and checked for cleanliness with my tongue and
little nose. They thought this was cute. Sandra offered my services to
anyone that happened to need to go that evening. I don't think I had
ever been so mortified in my life.

Still clipped into the restrained position Sandra expected oral service
from me that night. My tongue and nose got a work out as Sandra had at
least four strong orgasms. My penis tried to become erect but the pulled
back position and the tight engagement ring it wore prevented it. Not
only the inability to be hard but the pain caused by the ring made me
uncomfortable and feeling left out. Sandra praised me for my oral
abilities. She was very excited about the way I used my nose and tongue
on her. She never had anything nice to say about my penis or the way I
used it. When she did mention it she always used derogatory terms. She
would say, "are you finished already? Is it in yet? Well that was quick"
or worse yet Oh you poor boy or just a shrug and a Whatever. When I had
finished with Sandra I saw that with my penis held back I would not get
the foot rubbing of my member I had become accustomed to. Sandra asked
me what was wrong and I replied I missed her feet. She put me between
her legs and brought her feet to my face and instead of my being
masturbated with her beautiful feet I was put to work licking and
sucking her feet and toes as she fell asleep.

Wedding plans were in full swing, it seemed like every day now Sandra
and Mona along with some of Sandra's co-workers and friends were
discussing plans. Mona added a new humiliation to my growing list of
degradations. She had me stripped to just my bra and panties, had me
step out of the panties and she unclipped the chain. My penis now
referred to "my little penis" sprang forward. My little penis was
attempting to erect but the ring stopped it from becoming fully hard. It
was a nice feeling but unfulfilling. I thought I could probably
masturbate to a climax and if I got the chance would try. Mona then
placed a pink leather collar around my neck and a chain around each
wrist. The wrist chains clipped to the collar and held my hands in about
six inches from my face. Mona explained to Sandra that I couldn't reach
my little penis to rub it but with my hands where they do the most good
I can do my oral sex and foot worship without being bothered by pesky
erections. Mona pointed out the added benefit of being able to pull me
around by the leash on my penis then I could be clipped back in place
and my hands released for my housewife duties.

Sandra just loved the collar and acted as though I should love it too. I
pretended to be OK with it. I was now working three days a week at
Sandra's office. It was decided that I would dress as a girl there
"since I seemed to like it" I tried to explained that I only dressed as
a women because she wanted me too. She said I was so sweet to do that
for her and I was lucky because she would let me continue. There were
five women and two men and now one sissy in the office. I was just part
time and was the flunky. I was used for filing, receptionist and running
errands for the girls and men. I was often used by the girls for
pedicures and manicures; I went to the dry cleaners, served coffee and
flipped the charts for presentations. Once in a while I was asked to do
intimate things such as adjusting a bra strap, catching a hem, running
out for sanitary pads even giving a shoe shine to one of the men. I was
never referred to as a male and as far as anyone seemed to know my name
was Pansy Anne. The women in the office all knew me as Pansy Anne and
had a small badge made up for me to wear. As it was no secret around the
office that I was a sissy and the property of Sandra I was often shown
to visitors and others that visited the office. My foot service was
offered to both women and men as such I spent many an hour under a desk
with my tongue busy between some man or woman's toes. Once in a board
meeting I was summoned to dust off and shine the shoes of several men
that had been to a construction site and had gotten their expensive and
large wing tip shoes dusty. Everybody seemed to think it was very funny
to watch the sissy kneeling at these gentlemen's feet struggling to keep
my skirt from rising too high on my thighs while busily buffing these
manly styled shoes I no longer wore myself.

Sandra had many male friends and was aware of my embarrassment at being
around them in my sissy state of being. Both Sandra and Mona enjoyed
having me compare my small pretty feet and hands to the large manly
appendages of their friends. They enjoyed saying things like "you know
what they say? Large foot large, well" and they would all laugh and look
at my small feet. Sandra was seeing one man a lot and I was getting very
jealous. Sandra just told me not to worry my pretty head, she would be
all right. Mona and Sandra would often double date and I would serve as
a maid and chauffer for the couples. Mona had come up with a uniform I
was to wear on the date nights. It was horrible and I just hated it. The
jacket was pink light wool, collarless the hem flared. I wore a white
silk blouse with a slight ruffle at the neck and it had ruffled cuffs
that stuck out of the jacket. The slacks were pink like the jacket a
slight flare at the cuff. I wore black kid high heeled boots, carried a
black patent purse and wore a pink chauffeur's cap with a black patent
bill. I was adjourned with silver and diamond jewelry. With this
obviously sissy attire I was not allowed to pass as women. I wore light
make up and was told to mince around like the sissy I was. So I drove my
Mistresses and Masters, carried purses, dusted off shoes, held doors,
fetched drinks, assisted with toilet rituals and was used for the
amusement of Sandra and Mona's tony friends.

The day of the wedding was approaching; it had been several weeks since
I had been allowed out of the penis restraint to have an erection much
less an orgasm. My situation did nothing to stop Sandra's desire to be
sexually satisfied with my tongue, hands and nose. I spent most night
with my head between her legs tasting and smelling the flower of her sex
without experiencing any relief at all. Once a month Sandra would take
me to her gynecologist for a prostrate milking. It was a horribly
humiliating experience for me. I would be seated in the busy waiting
room wearing a dress, make up and pumps, the nurse would call "Mr. sissy
and the women in the room would all hear and giggle. I would be taken to
an exam room and told to strip. Naked except for the chain and penis
restraints I would lay on the exam table, knees up and feet in the
stirrups. Two nurses would be present and the Doctor would come in. She
would undo the chain, slip a condom over the head of "my little penis",
put on a latex exam glove and put two fingers in my anus. The nurses
would gather around for this and the Doctor would move her fingers in
and out and find the spot and I would ejaculate to the giggles of the
young nurses. Condom still on I would be left there for a few minutes,
the Doctor would come back and we would repeat the humiliating ritual.
We would repeat it until the Doctor was satisfied that I was soundly
milked and could go another month without the need for relief. One of
the nurses would then unwrap and insert a super tampon in my rectum and
with a big smile give me two for my purse. They stayed while I dressed
in my skirt, hose and pumps. At the desk I was reminded to use the
tampons for two days and an appointment was made for one month from the
date. I was called Mr. sissy and thanked for my visit and told I was
looking lovely today.

With my anus filled with the tampon my heels clicking on the hard floor
I returned to my job as the office sissy. On one such day I had been to
the doctor's office for my "milking" and had returned to the office with
my anus filled with the super tampon and the lubrication the doctor had
used on her gloved fingers still in my rectum, I noticed the full and
satisfying feeling I had. I couldn't help but feel good and had the
feeling of having just been soundly screwed. At my desk I must have been
smiling when one of the girls came by and said "Why Pansy, if I didn't
know better I would swear you have just been fucked!" That statement
really woke me up and made me realize just what a girl I have become.

To the women I worked with I was, not a man not even a male, not even a
male in a dress, not even a sissy, I was one of them a girl. At first I
was shocked then I leaned back and thought about it, I was OK with being
a girl. That afternoon as I changed the tampon in the women's restroom
and wrapped the used one in tissue, slid it into the proper receptacle
the femininity of my actions were further driven home. At home with
Sandra and Mona I was a sissy and remained submissive to theses two
women. There was no equality, I wasn't a girl, I was a sissy and that
fact was always present. In Sandra's bed my mouth, nose, fingers were
used to bring her to satisfaction almost every night. My little penis
never saw any relief. To my own embarrassment one night I knelt at
Sandra and Mona's feet and begged for a trip to the doctor for a
milking. The women both laughed at this and teased me about wanting
something in my pretty ass. Mona looked at Sandra, shrugged and taking
my hand led me to the bedroom, she said kneel pansy. I knelt, she lifted
my skirt, pulled down my panties, I felt her finger and the lubricant as
she worked it around. Then I felt the intrusion. Something was going
into my anus, further and further then it hit the magic spot. My penis
began to leak semen, just a little at first then I was pouring it out
and then the feeling. My God she had hit my G spot, I was having an
orgasm! I was cumming like a woman, I was penetrated, I was soundly
screwed and I had an orgasm! My God I was a girl. When she had finished
with me she left the little dildo inside me, swatted my fanny and said
clean up Pansy. I went into the bathroom, cleaned my anus, inserted a
tampon, washed the small white plastic device Mona had used, freshened
my makeup and returned to the living room. I knelt at the feet of these
women and began to kiss their feet and shoe tops. I would have eaten a
mile of their shit just to sniff their asses.

17 March 2012

The Ultimate Devotion

by: Patricia Hood

I had been messing about with both dominant roles and submissive roles
with 2 friends of mine for many years. I'm not sure why but I began
falling into the habit of calling them Mistress S and Mistress M. It was
cute at first, but this respectful form of address began to take root as
they both became more comfortable with what they wanted in life
sexually. They began to first experiment with subtle forms of control...
and then not so subtle. I had made a pact with them that should my
weight drop below 150 that I wanted them to have me tattooed. Mistress S
discovered that it was possible for me to sign the waiver ahead of time
so that they could arrange it without further input on my side. I was
shaking as I went into the tattoo parlor to sign the papers... realizing
that at any time after I signed if I allowed myself to be restrained, I
could be tattooed....

And it was then... my life changed....

I was online one day and just fiddling around on the computer. I opened
my AOL window and scrolling at the bottom was a stock index for my
company. I looked several times.... $40 per share. I looked twice but it
was still there.... $40. I couldn't' wait to get to work the next day to
find out more.... By the end of the day.... 52... by the time I made it
into work the next day... $60. Apparently we had won a very important
patent suit and were the sole owners of a very crucial process. Over the
following weeks, we posted a profit for the company and projections were
through the roof. I had been on my stock purchase program and was still
purchasing my stock at around $2 a share. Doing a little quick math I
found myself to be.... Well set.

I decided the best way to hold onto the cash was to purchase property so
I paid off my half of the house I was living in and purchased another
even larger one near by. I had so much fun setting up the new place...
finally had the chance to set up the dungeon I had always wanted.... I
even installed a jail cell.

Showing Mistress S and Mistress M around the place one day, I had an
idea to help out a friend. Mistress M was living in a motor home owned
by a friend of mine and since I now owned a home and a half that were
only a couple blocks from each other, I decided to take residence in the
larger home and allow her to live in my half of the other rent free
while she got her life back together.


When I posed the offer... she told me that I had better get ready
because I was not prepared to have a Mistress living so close to me with
that much time on my hands.

A couple weeks passed and she was all moved in. On one rainy day when
the 3 of us were messing about in the house I was told they wanted to
lock me in the cell for a while. I inquired how long "a while" was and
they just looked at each other and chuckled.

"You can always use your safeword.... For now."

With that they walked me to the cell. The cell was about the size of a
small bedroom. It contained a toilet and basin combination as well as a
shower... all constructed of Stainless steel. The door had both a barred
door and a solid one that could be closed for a more solitary
experience. As soon as I was inside, Mistress S wasted no time in
locking the barred door. "Strip," she said. I hesitated but eventually
had no choice but to strip in front of them. Once done, I was passed a
small package. In the package was a gaff, ankle socks, slip on shoes and
a women's orange prison dress with the words "Life Sentence" stenciled
on the back.

"What does that mean?" I asked. My answer came as I was thrust into
darkness as the solid door slammed shut. My heart was in my chest. I
realized I was being monitored by the infrared camera in the room. For
quite some time I resisted putting on the dress. I felt around for the
bed and found no blanket or pillow... and then... the ac kicked in. I
went to the shower... set it on hot and turned it on.... But only cold
water came out. I now understood how it was going to be. Colder and
colder it got until I put on the dress. Once I did... heat came through
the vent until the room was comfortable again and a satin comforter an
pillow were passed through the opening. This could be interesting... but
how long would they, or could they keep me here.

My mind started racing....I had quit my job and had no bills to speak
of... and since my job had killed my social life I currently had very
few visitors and none that would just "drop by" without arranging it
with me first.

After an evening of mild discomfort I checked the shower... blessed with
hot water, I took a shower. When I got out, there was a meal slid
through the hatch and another package with a fresh dress and gaff.

It was a light breakfast of toast and an egg. By mid day, I was hungry
again... but this time.. only a salad. I realized that my diet was going
to be controlled. As days went by I thought about using my safeword. I
did begin to get into the routine though and actually started to enjoy
this strange attention. One day after I dressed the door opened.
Standing there was Mistress M, Mistress S, and another woman. Short hair
she wore a nice business suit.

"Who is this Mistress?" I asked.

"Why... it's your lawyer silly."

"Are you here to get me out?" I asked. She simply smiled at Mistress M.
Looking back at me she said, "That's up to you... is it your desire to
use your safeword?" she continued.

I simply looked down. "I thought as much," she said.

Bringing out some papers, she explained that these papers were giving
Mistress M power of attorney and this would allow her to make certain
decisions on my behalf. Passing the papers through the door Mistress M
said, "if you sign we will no longer observe any safeword from you."

I thought for a moment if she could be serious. I quickly ran through my
mind all the possibilities. I realized this would put me at her mercy. I
signed the papers. The "lawyer" asked me several questions to ensure I
was not doing this under duress and even handed me her cell phone if I
wanted to make a call.

I could hardly look at her. I heard her say "Well done..." to the two of
you as the solid door was closed.

I'm not sure how long it was. I again fell into the routine. I was
allowed to log on to the internet through a filter I had designed
before. It recorded my keystrokes for my Mistress's to examine if they
wished. This helped pass the time. I attempted to log on to pay bills
and found my account had changed and I no longer had access. I was
worried a bit for a couple days when the answer came in the form of my
new account statement.

Tammy Peters. Also was an envelope containing my new social security
card...Also in that name.

My heart was in my throat as I realized what this meant. They had
somehow made this my legal name! This name would have to appear on
everything.

Each day when the hatch opened I would beg them to please change it
back. One day I heard the reply.. "Don't worry honey, you won't have
that name for long...."

The voice sounded familiar but I could not place it.



One morning I was awakened and placed in the special collar attached to
the back wall of the cell. It allowed me to go only as far as the door
so it could be locked on. The door was opened and I was placed into
white stockings and a strange long white spandex undergarment. White
satin ankle boots were placed on my feet and laced up and then the skirt
of the undergarment was zipped closed bringing my legs together. A chair
was brought in and Mistress M set to work on plucking my brows and doing
my makeup. On a table next to her was a white satin blindfold and a blue
white rubber ball gag with the words "I Do" printed in script on the
front. Once complete, a soft satin blindfold was placed over my eyes.
Some fussing at the back of my neck as my chin was raised slightly...
and then the ball gag placed between my painted lips.  After this was
complete I was stood up. I felt the restriction as they set to work.
Over the undergarment was placed an underbust corset dress in white
satin brocade. The base of the corset dress was so tight that I could
not step at all and my waist was drawn tightly in. I felt them placing
breast forms under the spandex. I heard the door closed and locked and
felt my collar removed. My hands brought upwards as a gown was drawn
down over my body.

After what seemed like forever fussing, I felt my hands brought around
front, my fingers brought around a bouquet and then the feel of the
shackles around my wrists. My wrists were then drawn against my belly
and secured. Because I could not walk, I was laid down on a padded
carrying board and taken all the way upstairs. I felt a chill as a pole
was inserted up into the bottom of the corset into a sleeve sewn into
the front. The boots I wore were then secured to this pole to keep it
from sliding out and I was stood up.

I couldn't believe the elaborate set up and my mind raced to figure out
what was going on... and then, I heard it.... The wedding march!
Mistress M removed the blindfold and slowly lowered a veil!

I squeaked as I tried to turn to see but I could not get a good look
behind me. In front of me was an alter. A female pastor standing there
beamed me a smile.. As I looked through my veil, I saw Mistress M and
Mistress S dressed in smart tuxedoes with short matching leather
skirts... and then, stepping up next to me was an old friend of mine,
Jeanne Stevens! She was wearing a white satin tux also with a black
leather skirt and cumber bun. It was her voice I heard through the door
several days ago!


"Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to perform this proxy
wedding between Mistress Jeanne Stevens and miss Tammy Peters...."  The
pastor said. I squeaked a plea to Mistress M at my right.... It was met
only with a smile.

"Who is acting on Tammy's behalf?"  The pastor asked. "I am," spoke
Mistress M.

Oh-God... they couldn't be serious!

I turned quickly to Jeanne and she was smiling ear to ear.

"The bonds of matrimony are not to be entered into lightly. This
ceremony is but a symbol of a lifetime commitment..."

"Oh god..." I thought, "It's real..!!"

"Do you, Jeanne, Take Tammy to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and
to hold, to love and to cherish from this day forward, as long as you
both shall live?"

"I Do," she said without hesitation.

"Does Tammy, take Jeannie to be his lawfully wedded husband, to have and
to hold, to love, honor, and obey, from this day forward, as long as
they both shall live."

"Nooo.....Noooo...." I cried through the gag.

"Yes, she does," she simply said.

"Do you have the documents?" the pastor continued.

Mistress M placed the documents on the alter and the pastor signed as I
tried to plead her to stop.

"Oh no... they did it...." my mind screamed.

"With the power vested in me by the state of California, I now pronounce
Jeanne and Tammy, husband and wife.... I now give you Mistress and Mrs.
Jeanne Stevens," she said to the sound of applause. Be hind me must have
gathered several of the folk from our local kink community as witnesses!

"You may now tattoo the bride...." were the pastors final words.

On my shoulder is now a bouquet of white carnations and lavender iris's
bound with a pink ribbon proclaiming my vows.... "Love, Honor, Obey".

The Stewardess

By: Belladonna

It almost seems like another life now. My old life a top the airline I
owned with my wife was filled with luxuries and success. That was
before I harassed when of our flight attendants during one of my
business trips. All it took was one stupid act for my house to start to
fall around me.

Before I touched that woman, I was the majority shareholder of a
publicly traded airline along with my wife. It was a private airline
that ran chartered jets. I ran the day-to-day operations of the
company, and my wife occasionally involved herself.

It was a trip with a few other businessmen that sealed my downfall.
Some of the guys were talking about the pretty stewardess. I had to
agree with their characterization of her, but I was not the type of guy
that liked to say I would do her or how I would do her.

Of course, this resulted in a challenge to my masculinity. I was
sensitive to that since I was young. It was an unfortunate character
trait. They practically dared me to prove them wrong. I should have
been stronger than I was. I shouldn't have caved so recklessly to their
homophobic words, but I did.

I can see it now in almost slow motion. I called out to the stewardess
suggestively and my hand pinched her rear through her skirt. Her smile
turned to a grimace. I knew that I had screwed up instantly. I tried to
apologize after we landed, but she did not want to hear it.

A few days later, I got served with a summons at work. The corporation
and I were being sued by the stewardess. I turned the summons over to
our corporate counsel and hoped that they would find a way to take care
of the problem I'd caused without too much negative publicity.

It was that fear of exposure to the public that made me confront my
wife about it. I gave her my confession as she sat on the couch. Nicole
went crazy. She shouted every name in the book at me. I admittedly
deserved each one. She pierced through me with her cutting words when
she screamed, "I have to put up with your dressing and, now, this
shit!"

I put my head down and took the deserved abuse. My wife had been put
through a lot since we met years ago. I had met her through her
brother, Carl. I had become friends with him when we played on the same
high school basketball team.

Our friendship broke apart after I started to date his sister. I knew
why. I had led him on. He was as deeply closeted with his homosexuality
at the time as I with my bisexuality. I wanted him. I wanted be held
his strong arms more than I wanted to hold his dainty sister in mine. I
only asked out Nicole because of the shame I felt about my feelings for
her brother, but I was not willing to admit it to myself at the time.

I think Nicole knew it though. In her heart of hearts, I always think
she knew. When she caught me dressed in lingerie years after we
married, that just helped cement it for her too.

That was one awkward encounter. I can still remember the look of abject
horror in her eyes as she caught me. I froze as I stood there in a
corset, stockings and garters, looking like a bride waiting to put on
her dress. We discussed it for a few minutes after I changed back into
pants, and we agreed I would not dress whenever there was a possibility
that she would be around.

The effect of my dressing on her was not lost on me. She looked at me
with more scrutiny than she used to after that. My every look at
woman's clothes brought a glare from Nicole. If she saw me look at a
man, I would catch a sideways look from her too.

Her suspicions all came to a head when Carl finally came out. She began
to examine my relationship with him and its deterioration around the
time we started dating. I knew Nicole put two and two together, but she
never dared to mention it. I think she was in denial about the whole
thing.

I wondered if this was the final straw. Nicole stormed out of the room
and up the stairs. I called out to our evening housekeeper. I asked her
to make dinner while I sat in the dinning room with my hands on my
head. I was desperately trying to figure out a way to make everything
right again, but I could not think of one.

I felt like scum. I had hurt my company and my wife. And for what? To
prove to myself that I was a man? Yes, a big man playing grab ass with
his employee. Nicole was angry at me, and god only knew how much money
I had cost the company.

I think the housekeeper had heard her fight. She was grim faced as she
brought in my dinner on a platter. I took a few bites before I started
to get queasy. I figured it was just stress eating away at me, but I
started to feel faint. I tried to call out for help, but everything
fell black first.

I opened my eyes and noticed that I was sitting in a seat. I was a
little groggy, but I was able to realize I was on a plane. I moved my
head and did not see anyone else on the plane. My head felt heavier as
did my chest.

I coughed and saw my hair fly down over my eyes. I froze as I stared at
my hair. It was much longer than it had been. It was also different.
There were highlights in my hair. I looked down at my fingertips and
noticed the red nail polish over the long tips.

I started to shake as I looked down and saw the two mounds protruding
from my chest. My hands clasped my breasts and I realized they were
real breast. Well, not real breasts. They felt like implants, but I
wasn't one for semantics at that moment.

I noticed a mirror over the coffee maker. I pushed myself out of the
chair and looked down at the identification card on my seat. I picked
it up and read the name, "Rachel Gribble. Flight Attendant." The woman
looked vaguely familiar.

I carried the ID over the mirror. I gasped as I stood before that
mirror. I realized that Rachel's similar features were my own. I
started to shake and felt my gaff. I exhaled when I realized that at
least part of me was not affected by the visual trick I was sure I was
seeing.

I remember staring in the mirror with a slacked jaw, the same
expression of the flight attendant staring back at me. I clasped my
long brown hair with my painted nails and just kept repeating to myself
in my head, 'I can't be this stewardess. This must all be a dream. I'm
a man! I'm a man.'

The woman walked in and said, "I was wondering when you were going to
get up, girl."

I looked at the woman and said, "Where are we?"

"Saudi Arabia, of course", the woman replied.

"What's the date?" I asked.

She picked something up and said, "August 6th."

I felt sick at that moment. 'I can't remember the last three weeks', I
thought to myself as I stood there in stunned silence.

The woman broke my stupor by exclaiming, "Oh, lord. You're not late are
you? Those damn men! When will they learn to use a condom?"

She stared at my stunned face. I started to shake my head furiously and
said, "No. No. No! I'm not late. I just don't know what's going on. Who
are you anyway?"

The woman looked at me oddly and said, "I'm Jessica Camden. I'm
obviously one of your fellow flight attendants. Are you feeling okay,
Miss?"

"No. I'm not myself."

"Well, I hope not. A good flight attendant can't be this spacey."

"No. You don't understand. I'm not a stewardess."

"Well, none of us are stewardesses. That's terms long been out of
favor."

"No. I'm not a stewardess, flight attendant, whatever? I own an
airline!"

"Oh really, Miss. Which airline is that?" Jessica said as she put her
hands on her hips.

"Carter Airlines."

"Carter Airlines? Ha! You work for Carter Airlines, girl. So do I. So
does everyone working on this plane. I've heard some good one's before,
girl, but I...."

"I'm not joking. I'm not lying. I'm a guy, damn it!"

Jessica leaned back and took me in. She examined me from head to toe.
As she looked me over I said, "You have to believe me! It's the truth."

"So you're some sissy fag getting his kicks then?" Jessica asked.

"No. It's not like that!"

"Whatever, toots", Jessica replied as she walked past me.

I was shocked. I needed someone to get me out of there.  I moved into
the cockpit and saw Derek sitting there. He introduced himself as the
pilot. I was going to ask for his help, but the humiliation of telling
a man that I was really a man in drag was too much. I dismissed myself,
but not before I felt myself being undressed by Derek's eyes.

I looked for another person and saw another flight attendant. I ran
towards her and said, "Miss, you have to help me?"

"Why ever should I do that?" The woman asked. I was startled as I
looked into her eyes. It was Karen Black. She was the very stewardess I
had harassed.

"Karen?" I blurted out.

She smirked and said, "Yes, Rachel."

"Don't call me that!"

"Would you like me to call you David? I think that would be a little
odd. The Saudi passengers probably won't take kindly to it either.
They're not too tolerant of gays, but if you insist..."

I relented and said, "Okay, you can call me Rachel, but something is
wrong here."

"What's that dear?"

"I have breasts?"

"Of course you do. All female flight attendant's have breasts."

"I'm not a woman!"

"Well, not a proper one with that tone."

"This isn't a joke."

"You're quite correct, Rachel. I think those men can explain it to you
better."

I turned and saw two men entering the cabin of the plane. They motioned
for me to come towards them. I stepped in my low-heeled shoes towards
them and was seated in one of the plane's seats.

One of the men was Paul Westerberg, my in house counsel. I had never
seen the larger man beside him before. He wouldn't give his name when I
asked either. As I put my knees together, I shouted, "What the hell is
going on, Paul?"

"Calm down, Rachel."

"Don't you call me Rachel. You know who I am!"

"Yes. I do. I'm one of a few that do, actually. Just let me explain."

"Go on", I said with as much sarcasm as could possible drip off the two
words.

"Ms. Black has agreed to settle. She settled below the market rate for
such a settlement, but she had some unusual requests."

"I think I could guess what they are", I barked.

Paul continued and said, "She requested that you work a few flights
with her as a stewardess."

"I would never agree to that!"

"We know. That's why we figured it was best if we didn't tell you."

"Who was in on this? Whose head has to role?"

"Rachel, this is not a productive area of conversation. There will be
time for the blame game later."

"Damn it, Paul! I'm Mr. Carter."

The larger man broke his silence and said, "Listen here, Miss. If you
don't let this man talk, I'm going to carry you off this plane and
leave you in a Saudi Arabian airport without any money or
identification. Do you understand?"

I swallowed hard and nodded. Paul thanked the man and said to me,
"You're going to be working a few flights. You'll be working this Saudi
Arabia to Paris flight. Then you're off to Moscow. Then you're going to
be staying over in Moscow for the night before flying into London. From
there, you'll be flying home."

"You want me to work four flights dressed like this. Why couldn't I be
a steward?" I shouted.

"Karen's settlement said that she needed you to be dressed as a woman.
There were just a few alterations to your body. We gave you implants,
veneers and thinned your eyebrows and gave you hair and nail
extensions, but other than that you're all you."

I gave him a sickened look and barked, "How could you do this, Paul.
You work for me!"

"No, Rachel. I work for the company", Paul in answered in a calm voice.

"I am the company", I declared.

"Not legally speaking. You're actually quite distinct. I owe the
company a duty to negotiate in its best interests, not yours."

"This is fucking crazy. You can't possibly expect me to do this. You
can't force me to. I'll sue you bastards. This is assault. You must
have drugged me, and I definitely didn't' consent to these things you
put into me", I said as I squeezed my breasts.

The men started to laugh. I asked out of anger, "What's so funny?"

"If you sued, don't you realize the publicity that would follow? The
company would deny the whole thing. Karen settled under complete
secrecy. No one knows of the agreement besides those needed to sign off
on it. The press is going to get your side and mine. You'll say what I
told you, and I'll say you did this on your own and made this whole
thing up when someone figured out who you were. I'll tell the press
that you're just a sissy trying to save face. Of course, the public can
believe what it wants once it sees pictures of you dressed in your best
stewardess uniform."

I stared at the smug expression on Paul's face. I turned to his
companion's emotionless face and cold eyes. Then I thought I figured
out a weakness in their plans.

I shouted, "This is preposterous. The FAA requires certification of
Flight Attendants."

The men smiled. Paul leaned in and said, "We got your certification
through already. You're totally legit."

"But I didn't...."

"Oh, according to the records you did. Seriously, do you think we
couldn't find one corrupt person in Washington to get you this
certification? You should consider yourself lucky that Karen didn't
want you to be left in Saudi Arabia as a woman because we could have
arranged for that too."

"Who signed off on this deal?" I screamed.

The men stood up and said, "You don't know?"

"No!"

The men turned and walked towards the door.

"Wait! Where are you going? You can't leave me here!"

"We have to. We're on strict orders."

"I give the orders around here", I shouted. I could see that they
sensed my fury.

Paul calmly responded, "We're corporate, doll. We don't take orders
from stewardesses."

I was going to storm after them, but Derek came over to me. He put his
arm around me and said, "Don't let those suits get you down. Whatever
problems you've got, I can relate."

I felt uncomfortably safe in Derek's arms. I looked at him with a mix
of admiration and lust. Those feelings only made me push away from him.
Derek looked saddened as I walked towards Karen. We talked for a few
moments before Derek called us towards him. I stood alongside Karen and
Jessica while Derek talked to us along with his co-pilot.

Derek gave us the rundown on emergency procedures, how the crew was
coordinated, the length of the flight and the expected weather
conditions we would encounter. I was happy that the skies were expected
to be clear on our flight. I never liked turbulence, and I knew I'd
have my hands full with the passengers. I was a little surprised to
find out that Karen was the lead flight attendant. Jessica looked
older, and I thought she had more time. I figured that it was part of
the settlement or that Jessica just looked older than she was.

Derek gave us a brief statement about the passengers. They were all
male. They were primarily from Saudi Arabia, but there were a few
associated French businessmen on the flight. He assured us they were
mostly fluent in English. He told us the Frenchmen had chartered the
flight. We were told that the Saudi men would not have a problem with
the way were dressed since we weren't Muslims. Derek explained that the
men were 'a little chauvinistic', but that we had to be polite. Karen
and Jessica nodded as if this was a given that needed no explanation.

Derek then turned and walked into the cockpit. Karen smiled at me and
said, "This will be a good flight for you to start on."

Jessica smirked as she walked behind Karen as we went about checking
the plane's supplies. We made sure that the first-aid kits and other
emergency equipment were aboard and in working order. Then Karen sent
me to check the rows of seats and overheard compartments for their
cleanliness and to make sure everything was in order. Meanwhile, Karen
and Jessica checked to make sure that there was enough food, beverages,
pillows and towels for the flight.

When boarding time came, I took my place by the door and took a deep
breath as I saw Karen walking towards the door. I put on my best,
forced smile as the door was opened. I waited there with Karen for the
first passengers. I knew that the plane was my only way out of the
country, so I had to play along.

I smiled as I saw two Arab men walking towards the door. As they
entered, I said, "Welcome to Carter airlines. May I see your ticket?"

I checked the ticket and said, "Good afternoon, Mr. Rafiq. There's
general seating on this flight so please take any seat you'd like.
Please place your bags in the overheard compartment over your seat. If
you need any assistance at any time on flight do not hesitate to ask."

Mr. Rafiq took his ticket back and did not say a word to me. I repeated
the task alongside Karen with the same pasted on smile on my face.

When the last passengers of the all male flight entered the plane, I
stood next to Karen and Jessica to demonstrate the safety procedures.
Karen gave the instructions. Jessica and I simply illustrated them. I
felt like a fool as my lipstick-covered lips blew into the life
preserver. I heard one of the men say, "I'd like her to do that to me."

I had to fight the urge to cringe. I had to accept the comment with a
smile on my face. As the plane began to taxi, I checked to make sure
that the passengers were all fastened into their seats and to make sure
that their seatbacks were in upright positions.

I buckled in next to Karen and Jessica as the pilot announced the
plane's imminent liftoff. After take off, we unbuckled ourselves and
started taking the men's orders. We brought out the drinks first.

I was given that duty while Karen heated up the precooked meals and
gathered the snacks on a second serving cart. I stared down at the
stocked metal cart for a few moments before I caught Karen giving me a
peeved look. Given what she had done to me already, I figured it was
best not to cross her again.

I started to push the cart towards the passengers. I was surprised by
how heavy it felt. I remembered seeing flight attendants pushing the
cart with ease, and I was struggling with it. That was a bit
emasculating. I did my best to cover up my difficulties as I put on my
smile and pushed the cart towards the passengers.

It was not a difficult task to dispense the drinks. The airline
required the passengers to pay for drinks and food before they got on
the plane so there was no cash involved in the distribution. As I
leaned over one of the men, I saw him staring down my top. I felt
violated, but I could not do anything but smile about it.

As I pushed my cart down the aisle towards another Saudi man, he looked
up to me and smiled. I grinned back at him as I was required to. As I
placed his drink down, he said, "You're a pretty girl. American?"

"Yes", I replied with faux cheerfulness.

"I knew it. You American girls are all foxes."

The smile on my face became harder to maintain as I processed his
comment. He continued, "Maybe later, you could join mile high club, as
you people call it."

I bit my lip to keep myself from scolding him. I collected myself and
smiled once more with great effort. I politely responded, "I would love
to, Sir, but it's against corporate policy."

"I'd make it worth your while."

I shook my head and said, "I'm sorry, Sir. I have to think of my
career?"

"You call this a career?" The man said with a laugh. I felt my face
turning red as the other men joined in on the laughter to mock me.

I put my head down for a second before I managed to get a smile back on
my face as I continued to push the cart down the aisle. When I reached
the end, I managed to turn the cart around with some effort and pushed
it quickly up the aisle.

I felt a slight tap on my rear as I walked down the aisle. I stopped
and turned around. The man smiled at my apparent shock. I tried hard to
smile, but found myself unable as I moved towards the front of the
plane.

Karen was waiting there while Jessica was fetching hot towels for the
few men who wanted them. Karen smiled as she looked at me. I knew she
saw it. She leaned over towards me as I put the cart away and said,
"Don't like to play grab ass when you're on the receiving end?"

I blushed and shook my head. Karen nodded to herself and said, "I think
you do."

I looked at her, shook my head, and started to walk back towards the
men, but she called me back. She had me fill up the cart with the men's
meals while she took care of their requests.

I was relieved when Jessica was ordered to deliver the meals and not
me. I saw one of the men calling for me so I went over to him.

I smiled and said, "How can I assist you, sir?"

He looked at me coldly and said, "Go fetch me a pillow, girl."

I smiled and dipped my head before I turned and got the man a pillow.
He took it without a word of thanks. I wasn't surprised, but I wasn't
used to being treated as if I was beneath someone. I guess I was
actually. I was serving the man after all.

I kept serving the men on the flight until we landed. We took inventory
of the remaining beverages and snacks on the plane before we reached
our destination.

After we landed, I got into position to say goodbye to the men. I said
to each and everyone, "Thank you for flying on Carter Airlines. Thank
you for choosing our airline."

The men filed past me. A few gave me looks. The Arab man who
propositioned me gave me a wink as he walked by and said, "I hope to
see you on the return flight."

That man gave me a chill. Still, I maintained my smile as the other men
walked past. As the last man left the plane, I started to walk down the
aisle to make sure there was no forgotten luggage. There was nothing in
the overhead bins and only trash on the floor and seats. I reported my
findings to Karen before we departed the plane with Jessica, Derek and
the copilot whose name I never got.

I tried to runaway from the group and call for help. I got to a
payphone and called up my offices, but received no answer. I called my
wife, again nothing. I was going to try to find the US Consulate, but I
sensed Karen's eyes upon me. She knew what I was up to. I thought I saw
her motion to someone. I wondered if there were compliance officers
around us to make sure I obliged the settlement terms. I put down the
phone and headed towards her. I walked with Karen to the food court and
headed to the crew room. We sat in silence as we waited for the next
flight. When I tired of sitting down, I stood up and walked right into
Derek.

I tried to walk away from him, but Derek corned me in the room. I
looked up into his eyes as his hand touched my hip. Derek smiled and
said, "You look great today."

"Thanks", I said with some difficulty.

"I know how to keep a secret. Do you?" Derek asked.

I looked at him. He read the confusion on my face, but he did not
bother to explain himself. Derek ran his hands down my arms. I started
to shake. His lips kissed my forehead and moved towards mine. He boxed
my arms, and I felt as though I had no control over myself. It felt
wrong, but it felt right at the same time. I started to become aroused
as he moved closer towards kissing me, but he pulled away as he saw
someone looking at us. He pulled me towards the men's room. I think I
wanted to resist, but I didn't put up a fight.

Soon enough, I found myself in a men's room stall with Derek. I
wondered if he knew who I was or whether he was this way with all the
stewardesses. He pushed me to the floor. The tile felt cold beneath my
nylons. I went to draw down his zipper when I heard a man calling
Derek's name. It was the co-pilots voice. He said they were needed.

Derek huffed and helped me to my feet. He kissed me on the cheek and
said, "Maybe a little later."

I smiled as he left the stall. The smile quickly left my face as I
began to wonder what was wrong with me. I could not understand why I
didn't fight him. I tried to figure out why I submitted so readily. I
wondered if I was given hormones or was hypnotized during my lost three
weeks. I tried to rationalize it in the hopes that my feelings were not
truly my own. Of course, my mind drifted back to my brother in-law and
that only made my rationalization more suspect in my own mind.

I then heard the bathroom door open. I quickly closed the stall door. I
looked through the crack between the door and the stall and saw him
standing at the urinal I peered over and saw the mirror in front of the
sink was reflecting my heels. I sat on the toilet and picked my feet
up, hoping to go unnoticed. I heard him walk towards the sink. He dried
his hands and paused. I feared he noticed the closed stall with no
apparent person in it. I heard the bathroom door open and started to
move my feet down.

I quickly pulled them back up as I heard another man speaking to the
man by the sink. The man then left the bathroom leaving the man who
then stepped into the stall next to mine. He noticed my breathing and
said, "Hey, buddy, can you give me so toilet paper?"

I was horrified. I did my best to give him the paper without showing my
red nails. Immediately after handing it to him, I moved towards the
door with my feet perched on their balls, about the only balls I felt I
had left. I blushed as I rushed out of the men's bathroom with my low
heels clicking on the floor.

I turned even redder when a man noticed me leaving that bathroom. He
looked about as if he was searching for a patron of my services.

I headed back towards the plane and saw Karen and Jessica waiting at
the counter. I was very confused at that moment. I felt as I could not
tell anyone about what had just happened. Karen gave me odd looks. She
knew something was up with me, but I'm sure she figured that I deserved
it. I can't say she was wrong.

However, as I thought more and more about it, I began to wonder if she
put Derek up to it. I wanted to ask. She started to smirk at me when I
tried to sneak looks at her, but that could have been for any number of
reasons. I could not risk her finding about how I was nearly seduced by
Derek.

Derek came by with the co-pilot shortly before we entered the plane. He
tried to talk to me, but I acted cold towards him. Karen noticed it,
but decided to not make a big deal of it. We entered the plane and
started to get ready for the flight.

During the preflight instructions, I learned from Derek that every
person on the flight was Russian. I remember thinking to myself at the
time that at least there were women on the flight. I figured that would
make it better. I was surprised by how wrong I was about that.

The men were dapper dressers. I recognized the expensive suits of the
highflying class of millionaires that probably aspired to be
billionaires with their own planes. These were clearly driven men who
had a taste for luxuries. They were basically my company's target
consumer class.

The women were dressed like models. They wore designer dresses and were
groped by their men. They largely did not speak English and spent the
majority of the flight servicing the patrons of their beauty.

I wished I was one of their men. I also wished that I was one of them.
The former feeling made me envious; the latter caused me to fill with
fear. I knew I was reaching a point of self-discovery, and it was a
most unwelcome discovery. My self-denial was becoming particularly
futile the longer I worked on the plane.

A few of the Russian businessmen spoke English. They gave the orders
for their non-English speaking countrymen. After me and Jessica took
their orders, I wheeled the cart towards the passengers and served
their drinks.

Some of the English speaking men there with the women who did not even
seem to care that they were there as they flirted with me. The women
gave me looks ranging from disdain, to indifference and lust. I was
either a rival, a servant or a tool to help fulfill their lover's
sexual desires in their eyes.

The two English-speaking women were the most cruel to me and the other
staff. They were more aware of the men's comments and suggestive
language. They were entrenched in luxury and unwilling to let any woman
get in their way, even though Karen, Jessica and I posed these women
absolutely no threat.

I think I did more for those women than all the other passengers
combined. It was nearly every two minutes when they were calling one of
us over to fetch them this or that. There was never a thank you. They
made us alter their drinks several times. Nothing seemed to be up to
their standards. I think they just liked to impress upon us their
superiority.

It was hard to keep a smile on my face as these long legged goddesses
treated me like garbage. I kept thinking to myself that I was worth
more than those bitches. I didn't need a man to take me places. I was
my own person. For the first time in my life, I started to look down on
trophy wives and girlfriends. Of course, I was in no position to do so
on the plane. They were paying passengers, and I was simply a disposal
flight attendant. I was now someone who could be replaced at a moments
notice.

When we landed, my feet were killing me. I was glad to know that we
were done flying for the day. I don't think I could have stood for
another couple of hours. My back ached and my feet and calves felt like
pins were being shoved into them.

Derek gave us our meal allowances in Russian currency and told us where
our hotel reservations were. We were given our bags, and Karen called
for a taxi for us. I wanted to look in my bag to see what was in it,
but I didn't want to do it in front of everyone.

We arrived at the hotel and checked in. Derek was staying in his own
room, as was the co-pilot. I was assigned to a room with Jessica while
Karen had her own room. However, Karen quickly arranged for Jessica to
have her own room when she decided to bunk with me.

We went up to our room and put our bags down. We both took off our
heels and started to rub our feet and calves. Karen appeared a little
amused by my pain though. I got up, went to the bathroom and then
headed back to my bed. Karen then headed for the restroom while I
opened my bag and found nothing but clothing identical to what I was
wearing. I was a little disappointed as I was hoping to have something
more unisexual when I reached my wife. Although, I guessed given my
nails, hair and breasts that such concerns were stupid at best.

Karen came out of the bathroom and gave me a stern look.

I asked, "What?"

She then smiled and said, "How was your first day?"

"Exhausting", I said truthfully.

"Really? I think you told me that any bimbo could do what I do. Are you
finding it a little harder to be so perky around jerks?"

I nodded admitting my understanding of what she and the other flight
attendants had to do. We then heard a knock on the door. She walked
over to the door and peered through the peephole. She opened the door
up, and I turned and saw Derek.

He said hello to both of us and said, "I just came to see if Rachel
wanted to come hang out with me?"

I went to say no, but Karen answered, "That would be lovely. Wouldn't
it, Rachel? I'd love some time to myself. You bet she'll go."

I shook my head and said, "I'd love to, but I'm really tired."

Karen mouthed the words, 'I'll tell' to me as Derek looked down at me
with a dejected expression.

I swallowed and looked at the ceiling before I managed to say, "On
second thought, I can go with you, Derek."

Derek smiled and walked over to me and helped me to my feet. I put my
heels back on as Karen looked at me with a smirk. I took my key to the
room and placed it in my blazer's interior pocket. Derek led me down
the hallway. I figured we might be going out.

I was startled when we came to a stop, and Derek opened his door. Derek
brought me into his hotel room and sat me on his queen size bed. He ran
his fingers through my hair as my eyes darted to the ground to avert
his lusty glance that I wanted to reciprocate.

I was nervous and said, "Derek, I know you like me, but I'm not the
kind of girl who just does this."

Derek's stroked my hair and said, "I know it's hard for you. You've
been in denial too long."

"Denial of what", I said hoping to catch him off guard.

"Your denial of your effeminacy. You can't hide it anymore. I heard
what you said earlier, but then I saw how you behaved today. You were
so naturally like a woman."

I started to shake as I knew that Derek was aware of my secret.

"You know?" I said, in a creaking, trembling voice.

"I know you're a man under those clothes. I can relate. I'm a cross-
dresser too."

"What?"

Derek's held me close and said, "I've been cross-dressing for years. I
just have never had the courage to tell anyone."

"Me either", I blurted out. I was having the conversation I never
wanted to have, but now that I was having it, I figured I might get
something out of it.

Derek responded, "Well, you had more courage then me. You at least go
out as a girl. I only dress when I'm alone."

"Well, I'd love to see you do it sometime", I said before I realized
that I was leading him on.

Derek kissed me on the cheek and said, "I'd really like that, but first
I'd like to know when you knew."

"I knew when I was 6 years old and wanted to be a ballerina like my
cousin. I didn't want to be that dorky guy in tights. I wanted to be a
pretty girl", I answered.

"I can so relate. I remember my cousin's figure skating dress. I would
have killed to wear it."

I smiled at our shared secret longings. I told him about how I was
married and was humiliated when she finally figured it out. He could
not relate. He had never married. He admitted that he was gay, but he
was understanding of my bisexuality.

I asked him about his conquests. I was hoping that he had some good
stories, but my hopes were dashed. Derek answered, "I've never told
anyone that I'm gay. I've never acted on it. I tried to get with girls
when I was younger, but that was out of desperation. I have never been
with a guy."

I smiled and said, "I never been with one either."

"Maybe we could change that?"

I pushed my hand against Derek's firm chest. I felt sickened to be so
turned on by him. Derek recognized my reluctance to go through with it.
I started to think to myself, 'I don't really find men attractive. I
only want them when I dress.'

I was certain that it had to be all in my head. I was associating what
I was wearing with female acts. That was all it was I tried to convince
myself.

As I tried to ponder my feelings, I looked down and saw Derek's hand
creeping up my skirt. I felt a rush and hiked my skirt up a little bit
to show more of my pantyhose covered legs.

I saw a smile go across his face. He excused himself for a moment and
headed into the bathroom. I shivered as I waited for Derek to come out
of the bathroom. I could have run away at the time. I'm sure I could
have. He wouldn't have done anything about it, but I felt drawn to
Derek.

Derek opened his bathroom door and emerged. He was dressed in a satin,
white dress with white tights on. I was startled. I thought about
running again, but I felt aroused. He asked me to undress. I knew that
I should have got to my feet and fled. I knew it, but I couldn't do it.
I could not walk away from it or him. It was maybe a once in a lifetime
shot. I figured that maybe the experience would cure me by eliminating
my curiosity.

I pulled off my top to show my camisole and pulled off my shoes and
skirt to expose my pantyhose covered legs. He stepped over to me and
ran his fingers through my hair. My hand touched his slender waist
beneath his satin dress. It felt as beautiful as it looked. I envied it
immediately. My hands caressed his tights covered thighs while his
grasped at my neck. He pulled me towards the bed, and I willingly moved
behind him. We collapsed onto it. We realized that neither us had
tucked ourselves away properly. We were grinding our tights covered
dicks together on the bed. We wrapped our legs around each other and
started to kiss.

I had never kissed a man before. It wasn't that different, at least not
with Derek's soft skin. He was what I wished to be. I wanted to be that
soft. I wanted to be that sissy boy in satin. I wanted to be more
feminine. It was lost on me at time that I actually was more girlish
than he was.

Derek told me that he wanted to suck my dick. I shook him off and
offered to suck his. He said no. I explained that once I orgasmed I
might not be up to sucking him off. He assured me he had the same fear.
I giggled, and he did too. I suggested we do it at the same time. I
laid on the bed and he laid across me. I felt my dick go into his mouth
while I stared at his.

I wondered if I really wanted to go forward with it. If I did, I'd
always remember that I was a cock sucker. Once that bridge was crossed,
there was no way I could forget it. I'd be cheating on Nicole too. I
could not do that too her, I thought for a moment before his dick hit
my lips which opened to let it in. I sucked on it and licked. I had one
hand free and massaging his balls. As I felt myself cum, I went to let
it go, but felt his legs close around my head keeping my mouth on his
dick. I sucked him down and felt a rush and then an explosion of salty
cum into my mouth. I spit it out onto the bed.

Derek looked at me and shook his head. He climbed off of me and lapped
his cum off the bed like a cat drinking milk from a bowl. He could not
let it go to waste the way I could. As I began to think straight, clear
of sexual desires, I realized what I had done. I had cheated on Nicole.
I could not characterize it any other way. I leapt off of Derek's bed.
I saw the hurt look in his eyes as I redressed into my skirt and top
and headed out his door for my room.

I fled back to my room and saw Karen on her bed. She looked at me as I
entered. She didn't say two words to me. I wondered if she knew, but
she gave me no indications that she did. I took a 40-minute shower
before I came out and saw she ordered room service. With her
permission, I picked upon her leftovers before I went to bed.

It was the worst night's sleep I ever got as I began to realize the
full extent of what I had done. For the first time, I began to
understand who I really was.

Throughout the next morning and during the flight, I was in denial. I
kept telling myself that I was not bisexual, let alone gay. I was not a
cocksucker. I was sure I knew I wasn't. It was just curiosity. I
thought that Karen did not pick up on it. I figured she was just too
busy to notice. She was nicer to me than she had ever been though.

The flight to London was the worst one yet. The passengers weren't any
worse than the flight to Paris or Moscow. They were just as
condescending and entitled, but I was exhausted. To make matters worse
I experienced turbulence as a flight attendant for the first time
during that flight.

Derek announced that would we be experiencing turbulence shortly. I
strapped myself in beside the rest of the crew and felt the plane shake
for a while. I looked at the worried faces of the passengers.

When were allowed to get up, I walked around the cabin and tried to
relieve their anxiety. As I was getting someone a drink, we hit an
unexpected rough patch and I nearly toppled over in my heels.
Fortunately, I caught the back of chair and steadied myself. I got the
man his drink and headed back towards my seat as Derek announced
another rough stretch.

I spent that whole flight alternating between sitting during turbulence
and walking around on my weary legs fetching this and that for the
passengers. Working was still the best part for me because I didn't
have time to think about Derek. When I had to sit during the
turbulence, that's when he kept running through my mind.

I felt guilty about running out on him. I felt guilty about cheating on
my wife, with a man no less. I was horrified to be more attracted to
him than had been to my wife in years. A part of me was calling on me
to shack up with him again, but another part was telling me it was
wrong. I kept telling myself, 'I don't want him. I'm not myself.' I
kept preferring delusion to reality at the time.

It was a useless exercise. Self-denial never lasts forever. We landed
in London and got the passengers off the plane.

As I hurried off in attempt to not get caught up with Derek, I heard
one of my company's girls working in the airport talking about a
possible buyout of the corporation. I was stunned. I ran over to the
nearest phone and called my wife.

There was no answer. I called my company's office, but there was no
answer their either. I was still incommunicado with everyone from my
old life. I couldn't get anyone on the phone to deny or confirm these
rumors. I kept thinking to myself, 'Nicole can't sell the company. She
needs my signature. I'm sure she does.'

Of course, I wasn't sure. I knew that we jointly owned the stock. It
was a prerequisite for her allowing me to use marital money to start up
the airline. I had long forgotten what was required to sell it. I knew
the money from the sale would be ours, but I wanted my company.

I was stressing when I felt a hand upon my shoulder. I shivered
expecting it to be Derek, but it was Karen. She said we were flying
back home the next day and would be staying in London overnight. It was
a light workday for us. She said I should be happy. However, I would
have been much happier to have just flown home that day, but I guess
the scheduling of the plane just did not work out.

Karen gave me my meal allowance and told me to follow her. I went with
her to the exit and headed to a nearby hotel with her.

We had a room together again. After we settled into our room, I
dismissed myself and went to Derek's room. I was sure that he was the
only one who could understand me. He alone could help me. Karen might
be able to too, but she would certainly be disinclined.

I knocked on his door. Derek opened it up and stared at me. I
apologized for running out on him the night before. I explained that I
was scared at the time and that I was wrong. I told him that I needed
to talk to him because he was the only one who could understand what I
was going through.

He looked skeptical, but he let me inside. I wanted to tell Derek what
had happened. He would not hear it though. He demanded I strip to my
undergarments and blow him before he would even listen to my problems.
I begged him for another option, but none was forthcoming.

I capitulated. It was not really anything to me anymore. I was on my
knees before him in my stewardess uniform. He smiled wickedly and
lustily at me. I knew he wanted a uniform just like mine.

He pointed at his crotch as he sat on the bed. I looked up at him, but
he pulled my head up and into his crotch. He told me to bite his
zipper.

I bit the zipper of his fly. I awaited his next command. He motioned
down. I slowly pulled it down with my teeth, periodically looking up to
the man that was making me suck his dick. I could not help comparing
myself to him. He was toned and more masculine and in control. I was on
me knees, dainty and at his mercy. I felt beneath him. I slowly pulled
down his pants, careful to make sure my fingertips touched his legs as
I dragged them down in the hopes that an erotic procrastination could
result in something coming up to stop this.

He stepped out of his pants and pushed them aside. I ran my fingertips
back up his legs and under his panties. I pulled them down. I paused
halfway as I saw his cock. I realized that it was at least an inch
bigger than mine. I didn't notice that the first time. As if I didn't
feel inferior enough, I now knew that a confirmed sissy had a bigger
dick than me. I finished pulling off his panties and awaited his
prompt.

"Kiss it, sissy", he said with a smile.

I leaned forward. I hesitated for a moment, but he pushed my face into
it. I kissed it.

He then pushed my head into his balls and told me to kiss them. I did
so without any hesitation. Than he said lick it. I started to shake and
cry as I enjoyed pleasuring him. I knew there was no denying it. It was
not in my head. I liked it. I was horrified by the discovery. I felt
angry at myself for not being revolted. Derek looked down at me and
asked, "What's wrong?"

"I love this...", I said between sobs as I licked his sack. It didn't
taste as bad as I thought it would, and he pulled my face up to his
cock. I started to lick it and my fingers touched his balls in the way
that I liked when Nicole used to suck me off before we were married.

I worked on the base of his dick with my fingers and my other hand went
to work on his balls. I looked up at for a moment. I saw a satisfied
look on his face that was justified. I slowly opened my mouth and
thrust my lips around his cock. I worked his cock up and down my mouth
and as deep into my throat as possible. Then he shot it off in my
mouth. My mouth filled with his salty cum. I tried to spit it out, but
he held my jaw shut.

He smiled at my desperate gaze and said, "Swallow it!"

I didn't dare try to say no. Tears in my eyes formed as I followed his
directions and realized what I was beyond a shadow of a doubt. Self-
denial was no longer possible.

As Derek pulled away from me and stood up, he did so without so much as
issuing a word of thanks. He went to get two cans of Coke.

I sat down on the bed and waited for him. Derek brought out the cans
and told me to tell him what happened. I told him about what my wife
was doing. He looked concerned. I asked if he knew anyone at the
headquarters that he could call to get me through.

Derek shook his head and said, "I'm sorry, Rachel. I'm not a big up
like you. People like you at the company don't bother with people like
me."

I put my head down as I began to accept my lack of control over the
company. There was no one who could help me. I just had to hold onto
the hope that the deal would not be consummated before I got back home
the next day.

Derek took me out to dinner after that, and we went back to his room. I
did not feel like sharing a room with Karen again so I asked if I could
stay with him. Derek was accommodating so we shared his bed for the
night.

I awoke with my head on his chest feeling oddly content. I hurried out
of the bed when I realized where I was. My hasty movements woke Derek.
He noticed my unease, but he did not say anything. I told him to just
relax and sleep a few more hours while I would go get ready for work in
my room.

I walked into my room and woke, Karen. She looked up at me with a smile
and said, "Gave Derek a layover, huh?"

I blushed, put my head down and walked into the bathroom. I showered
and put my makeup on for the day ahead before Karen got out of bed and
did the same. I watched the BBC as I waited to leave for the airport. I
wondered what would greet me when I got home. I wondered if the deal
went through. After a while though, I could only ponder what had
happened to my life. Karen's punishment had served as my awakening. I
was aware of things about myself I had tried to suppress and hide from.
I couldn't any longer. As much as I wanted it not to be true, I knew I
would never be the man that I remembered. That mask was gone, and I was
exposed to myself. I knew I could no longer run from what made me
ashamed about myself.

When Karen finished getting ready, we collected our stuff and headed
for the airport. We went through the flight routine and let the
passengers on board. The flight was nothing special. It was calm skies.
The biggest problem for me was Karen's decision to make fun of me every
chance she got. She was teasing me about Derek whenever I was near her.

The passengers were a little better. There were some pompous jerks in
the bunch and some courteous ones. I had to give a forced smile to them
all.

As I was pushing the server cart, a little boy asked for a soda so I
turned back towards the serving cart. I saw a man holding his glass up
as I fetched a soda from the serving cart. He shouted, "Hey,
stewardess. Get over here"

"In a moment, sir", I said as the boorish lout tapped the glass with
his nail as I gave the child a soda.

"Don't be condescending to me, bitch. You ain't nothing but a waitress
in the sky."

I was stunned by the boorish American's words. I wanted to shout at
him, but I was in no position to do so. Fortunately, two other male
passengers shouted at him to have as one called it, "Some damn fucking
manners."

A few of the women on the plane agreed and the young man more politely
asked for a drink, which I provided for him.

I smiled at my defenders and went back to serving the people on the
plane. By the time we landed, I was beat from the traveling. I was sure
I would never treat a flight attendant as badly as I treated Karen
again. I had learned my lesson. I thought to myself that I would be a
better person going forward given my experiences.

I stepped off the plane and walked into the terminal with Karen. She
gave me a wink as she walked away from me. I figured that she was happy
with my experiences. I thought that maybe she felt that I was punished
enough.

I walked through the terminal with my luggage bag hanging from my
shoulder and saw Quinn Counsel. He had tried to buy my airline for
years. I started to walk away from him, but he ran up to me.

I looked at him and said, "May I help you, sir?"

He smiled and said, "Yes, you can, David."

I froze as he recognized me. I was certain that he saw right through my
disguise. He threw his arms around me, and I saw a flash. Then it was
multiple flashes as he released me. The camera's flashes ceased as
suddenly as they started clicking, and Quinn held his arm out and said,
"Come with me, won't you?"

I feared what would happen with those pictures if I didn't so I took
his arm, and he escorted me to a small conference room. He drew the
blinds and sat there with Paul, Carter Airline's corporate counsel.

I pouted as I sat across from them.

"Tsk, Tsk, Rachel. No one likes a dour stewardess", Quinn declared.

I bit my lipstick-covered lips and stared up at him as I angled my head
down.

Quinn leaned back and said, "A lot has changed since you decided to go
around working as a stewardess."

I went to correct him, but Paul looked at me as if to tell me not to
bother. Quinn continued, "Your wife sold me your shares. She's a much
more astute businesswoman than you, but I guess that's why she sold the
company while you were just a simple stewardess."

I gave him a peeved look. I had rebuffed this man's attempts to buy my
company for years. I had turned 10 offers down, and, now, my wife had
given the company up. I decided to challenge him, "You don't own the
company. I had to sell my shares. I haven't signed anything allowing
it."

Paul interjected, "Your signature isn't necessary, Rachel. As you
designed the company, the jointly owned shares by you and Nicole were
freely alienable by either you or her, without the other's permission."

My face fell white as I realized that I should have corrected that
lawyer's draft all those years ago. Now, I'd have to build a new
company from scratch or slip into retirement. I figured it wouldn't be
that bad.

Quinn had other ideas though. He smirked and said, "Now, onto other
matters. Paul give her the contract."

I looked at them oddly while Paul pulled out a contract and placed it
in front of me. I read the terms and realized it was an employment
contract. They wanted me to work there as a flight attendant for two
years.

I pushed my chair away from the table and said, "Look, you may have
gotten my company, but there's no way I'm going to do this for the next
two years."

Quinn grinned and said, "Well, then all the pictures of you as our
darling little stewardess will be published in the local tabloids. You
know I've got the ins to get you on the cover of all the local papers
on a slow news day."

I fell silent. I couldn't move. I couldn't believe what was happening
to me. I had two choices. They were each humiliating in different ways.
Either I had to work in a skirt and heels for this slimy businessman or
I would be exposed to all my neighbors as a cross-dresser.

I asked for a pen and put my name down on the paper. I almost started
to cry, but I would not give them the satisfaction. They stood up and
showed me out as he handed me money for my work on the flight. As I
walked out of the room, I felt Quinn's hand stroke my rear. I turned
and stared into his eyes as he said, "I'm going to make sure you work
all my private flights, babe."

I put my head down and hurried away from him. When I felt I was far
enough away from him, I ran to the nearest phone and called my wife.
Again, there was no answer. I had to take a cab home. I thought about
stopping to buy clothes or try to make myself look more like a man, but
the breast implants were kind of a give away that something about me
was different.

I paid the cabbie as he pulled up in front of my house. I walked up to
the door and knocked. I heard movement inside and saw my wife answer
the door.

Nicole smiled as she looked at me and said, "Good to see you, dear."

I walked in and placed my bag down. I kicked off my heals and screamed,
"What did you know about this?" as I waved my hands in front of my
breasts.

She giggled and said, "I thought it was a fair punishment so I played
along with the lawyers from the company. That's what you always did.
What was best for the company, right? I just did the same thing."

I shook my head and asked, "How could sell the company to Quinn. He's
the..."

Nicole cut me off and said, "He's a competent businessman who knows
better than to force himself on stewardesses. He offered me a fortune
to sell him the company. That's when I told him about you. That caused
him to hike his offer up even more. Ain't I a shrewd businesswoman?"

"How could you? He made me sign a contract to work there for two
years."

"You signed it. Not me!"

"I only signed it because he threatened to put pictures of me dressed
like this in every newspaper in the area."

"Well, you had your choice, and you made it. I had my choice, and I
made mine. You decided to help yourself, and I did the same thing."

"It's not the same thing."

"You're right. I had more freedom to make my choice because I didn't go
around playing grab ass with our company employees. You always talked a
good game about the company, David. A real good game. It was always
about the best interest of the company and not us. Well, I decided to
do what was in the best interest of us. That meant getting rid of the
company. It's one less headache."

I knew there was no point arguing further. I had to accept what she did
because it was done. I asked, "So what do we do, now?"

"We? I'm going to retire to the life of a socialite and go work on the
boards of charities. You can go mince about in your skirt like you
always wanted to."

"So that's it. You're going to be a socialite, and I'm going to be the
girl you share your house with!"

"Absolutely not, David."

I realized what she meant, and my face lost all expression. She
continued, "We are going to get divorced."

"Divorce?" I repeated in a soft tone.

Nicole continued, "Since I am a generous woman, I'll let you leave with
a quarter of our assets. Of course, if you like, we could go to court,
but then I'll have to show all those pictures and talk all about this.
I'm sure the local tabloids wouldn't be that cruel to you."

I stared at her disbelievingly. She was doing the same thing to me that
Quinn had. I wondered if something was going on between them. I knew
Quinn was married, but I had to ask, "Are you having an affair with
Quinn?"

She smirked and shook her head, "No. I don't have a cheating heart.
Neither does Quinn. I like his wife. We met during the negotiations.
She's a sweet woman. I would never do anything like that to hurt her."

I nodded and said, "Well, can I stay the night?"

Nicole shook her head and said, "I don't think so. A woman of my status
doesn't share her home with sissy stewardesses. Your stuff is in a bag
in that closet."

I put my head down and walked towards the closet. I picked up the pink
and black duffel bag and grabbed the luggage I had been given while I
was at work. Nicole practically pushed me out the door.

I walked towards the street and stared back at my mansion that would
surely be hers as part of the divorce. I sat on the curb and started
going through the clothes in the bag. They were all my women's clothes.
There wasn't a single pair of men's anything in them. All my cross-
dressing stuff was in there, plus a pink cell phone and charger.

It wasn't my cell phone. I had never seen it before I turned it on and
saw that there were no saved numbers in it. It was new. It must have
been a parting gift from Nicole. I reached into my luggage bag and dug
out a scrap of paper Derek had put his number on.

I dialed the number and prayed for a response. I got Derek on the phone
and told him what happened. I gave him my address, and he told he'd
come pick me up.

He got there in under 20 minutes. I stepped into his Nissan and placed
my luggage in his back seat. I looked back at my spacious home as Derek
pulled away from the curb. Within a half-hour, we reached his ranch.

He helped me carry my bags in and gave me a tour of his three-bedroom
ranch. He showed me the two empty guest bedrooms that he had yet to get
the money to furnish before he brought me into his bedroom. He only had
a full size bed.

He explained, "You don't need much space when you're only one person."

I nodded and looked around. Derek looked at me and said, "It's getting
late. We can talk about everything tomorrow."

I nodded and watched Derek push his bed to the wall. He smiled and
said, "This will help make sure that one of us doesn't fall out of the
bed."

I smiled at his statement and went into the living room to retrieve my
duffel bag. I went into the bathroom, and I slipped into my pink satin
nightgown and walked back into the bedroom. I climbed into bed while
Derek searched his sleepwear.

Derek put on a white baby doll and white tights and climbed in next to
me. He nestled up next to me and put his arms around me as he pinned me
close to the wall. Our faces faced each other on the bed. Derek leaned
in and kissed me goodnight. I turned on my side away from him before
his legs wrapped around mine.

As I breathed in the flowerily fragrance that surrounded him and felt
his smooth girlish body, my cock struggled against my hosiery and the
wall I was pinned against. I felt his tights covered cock nestled
against my rear. I whimpered and turned my face towards Derek and said,
"I can't live like this forever."

Derek straightened up, smiled at me, and ran his hand through my hair
as Nicole once had and whispered, "Don't worry about it. We'll get a
bigger bed tomorrow." I smiled at him and put my hand on his as he
caressed my leg. I wrapped my legs around his knowing that his would
likely be the only touch I'd know going forward.